The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1898-10-29

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I'm the trees the birds are singing,
As they sang In days of yore;
But the songs of little Susie
Ne'er shall join them eve more.
CHORUS.
"Sweeter was the voice of Susie
Than the voice of any bird.
And the little songs she sam US
Were the sweetest eve heard.
Gentle was the step OF Susie,
As IL fell upon the hearth.
Softly as the dew OF evening
Falls upon the least of earth.
I'VE are weeping in our sorrow
And our hearts are very sore.
For We ne'er shall rear thy singing.
Little Susie, ever more
"Sweeter was the voice of Susie.
As she sang in days of yore;
But the little songs she sans US.
We shall hear them never more"
DR.. whitford then spoke as follows:
The deaf one that we are about to
consign to her last resting place died
in perfect peace and resignation, fear
less of any harm that many contend
await those u~nconnected with the pre-
vailing religions.
THE living tie that endeared this
lovely child to US is forever severed.
That loathesome disease (consumption)
tore her from our embraces as she at
tanned an interesting age. Her loveli-
ness. amiableness and purity OF mind
we will cherish while we live. but her
sweet face we will see no more; nor
hear her innocent chatter, as she viii
soon be lowered down deep in the
ground, there to remain ~eternally.
The parting with this lovely child
has created a sorrow in the breasts of
her mother and near relatives that we
cannot remove. The depths OF such sor-
row words cannot express. Tears will
now take the place of smiles, as her
empty chair at home will be vacant for
all time.
The young. as well as the old. are
subject to death az any time. From the
wondrous tree OF life the buds and bios
SONS fall with the ripened fruit. and in
the common bed OF earth patriarchs and
babes sleep side by side. There Is not a
flower that scents the mountain or the
plain: there Is not a rosebud that opens
its perfumed lips to the morning sun.
but ere evening comes may wither and
perish. The stem Is ofttimes broken ere
the lily Is fully blown. We catch but
glimpses OF its beauty and a taste OF
It's fragrance and IL Is gone from u
view. The life of one who dies so young
Is like a ray of sunshine that gladdens
the heart for a brief time. only TO be
crushed by deaths cruel hand.
The mother and relatives of this de-
parted child cannot hope for brighter
days. as II Is vain to attempt TO gid
such deep grief with words. But we
who mourn around this little coffin can
say we have no fear. as the prophesylng
OF a future filled with pain and tears
for the dead is as absurd as IL Is silly.
THE poor barbarian weeping over his
lead knows just as much concerning
the future as the robed priest of the
most authentic creed. The fearful ig-
norance of the one is as consoling as the
learned, but unmeaning. words OF the
other. We who loved this child SO dear
ly trust that time. which heals all
Wounds, will. in a measure, bind up our
broken hearts with the balm of resig-
nation.
II have no consoling words to amelio-
rate our sorrow other than the fairest
flower hat has budded and blossomed
Is the first to fade away. the child that
is loved the most must by cruel fate be
taken first; the tender waif. so kindlly
nursed, the hand of death is sure to
blast.
"Blithe and merry was this child
from birth to peaceful rest. Her looks
were ike a summer = uoIn, ntf iiiit
like golden sunset rays. her bonnie
face and sparkling eyes We never shall
see again. She was our darling. prom
ised Joy. Yet we are compelled to say,
Goodbye. goodbye
Now we will gather around and
lower her down in the quiet ground.
wher she will sleep to wake no more:
and may the flowers that deck the
spring bloom on her peaceful grave.
and the winds that fondly kissed her
burning cheeks and gave her breath ia
the last forever chant a requiem on her
silent grave as they mutmur past.
Teachers and schoolmates. the dying
request of this dear child was that al
her grave her papa should extend q
share Of her love and esteem to you, one
and all.
Now. my dear child and sweet babe,
for your broken-hearted mother. YOU
auntie and your adored papa, l bid you
"A last. sad forewell."
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