The Weekly orb., 1899-08-13
In Memory Of One We Loved.
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We have just recently received the sad intelligence of the death of our dear friend A. Miller, in which we join with his many friends, in heartfelt sympa- thy. "Death is indeed sad; though however well we may think to be pre- pared: we can not ward off the sorrow that comes to our hearts, yet, while this is true. my dear friends, we should re- | joice in his departure, especially when we think of the troubles and physical ] sufferings one has to endure in this world, and he, who having passed the ! bonds of this world and entered into the great beyond, would not be willing to return again; and be subjected to the sins and sufferings of this cruel world so, let us not grieve over the loss of our friend; while the pain and afiiicton is severe, and the manner in which he met | his death makes it still more severe; that he should be slain by the hands of those cold blooded, treacherous brutes, seems hard indeed, though we hope his last moments of life, were not moments of intense agony; and that the good and just "Lord" took him in his arms, d. most instantly, though this we do not know, or probably, eyer will know, just how long he lay on the ground, suffer ing; with no one to render him assis ahce. We only hope that his moments of suffering were few, and that the good "Lort." was with him in these few mo- merts; so now kind friends, let us hope and pray, for his peace and comfort hereafter, in he great realms beyond; and that his assassins will some day re- ceive their just punishment, for so cru- ely and foully murdering our friend, at the hands of Just God; may their punishment be very severe and last ior- ever, is the wish of his very warm friend. a;. H. There he lies, with his cold hands folded,
 Der his breast
 His eyes are closed forever more, His gentle voice, his merry laugh, no more We hear
 We can not see him as in days of yore, His gentle footsteps now are stilled-
 In the silence of the tomb. How we miss him none can tell, The gentle ties that bound us each, now
 Are seYered;
 But Oh! what joy, when we meet again
 Beyond the beautiful blue sky. When on his last day of life, the night Was falling;
 And the wind from unsunned spaces blew There were far voices out of darkness call ing;
 His feet to paths unknown. Though be knew it not, until the cruel Hands of death were upon him; Though the troubles an,l cares of the world Were many for his poor heart to bear; And now we pray and trust to his Heavenly Father;
 For his peace and comfort;
 In the great beyond. And that on some bright, sunny day,
 We may leave this cold world, And soar 70 the great beyond; And there we may meet our loved one, Standing with outstretched arms
 To welcome his comrades home. At last for him,
 Thou who hast made his home, of life,
 So pleasant; Leave not it's tenant when it's walls decayT~ Oh! Love divine; Oh! helper, ever present;
 Be Thou his strength and stay. Rn man n, vrb all plsa fron, hirn
 Is drifting;
 Earth, sky, homes, pictures, Days of shade, and shine,
 Shield him in your arms
 Oh! Heavenly Father. Suffice it if his good and ill unrecloned; And both forgiven, through thy
 Ahounding grace; If he finds himself by hands
 Familiar beckoned; Unto his final resting place. Some humble door, Among thy many
 Mansions;
 Some sheltering shade where sin and striy- ing cease,
 And flows forever through Heavens green expansions;
 The river of his peace. There from the music, round about
 Him stealing; s He fain will learn the new and holy song, And find at last beneath thy
 Trees of healing;
 The sweet life of heaven. Composed and written by q True Friend in memory of A. Milerl NJ. H. P..S. Globe papers please copy.
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