The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1899-01-20
MEMORIAL SERVICE.
Held In CuIleOka Methodist Church In
Memory of Burt Taylor.

memory OF Burt IayiOf'
A memorial service was held in
the Culleoka Methodist Church last
Sunday morning, in memory of the
late Burt Taylor. Rev w. H. John
ston, the pastor, spoke feelingly of
his character as Christian men,
Der of the church and society; Dr..
Covey referred to his life as steward
in the church, and Miss Lillian
Love made special reference to his
work as an Epworth Lacquer. Mr..
Yves Evins in his remarks dwelt up
on the social charms of his charac-
ter, as a member of the young mems
club at CulleOka. and Mr.. M. b.
rOmlinson eulogiZed the character
iStics developed as a Sunday-school
pupil. Twas sweet though sad
occasion, and we are permitted to
publish some of the papers.
Miss Loves paper was as follows:
"As representative of the Epworth
League, we wish to say a few things in
reference to our departed fellow
Lacquer.
He had been member of this organi
cation for many years, and we, who
were here so intimately associated with
him. knew him best, loved him best,
and now reverence his memory most.
"EpwOrth Leaguers, sweet solace
comes to us in the midst of our sorrow.
Our brother. whose name we speak to
day with sOftest accents, stated many
times that he owed his salvation to this
organization; that, though he had Civ
Ell his heart to God many years before,
vet absolute peace did not come to him
until he identified himself with the Ep-
worth League. What blessed thought
to RENE Der that we Ere the star that
guided his footsteps! We cast our
bread upon the waters, and it returned
hearing a blessing for each one of us,
for the christian example of Burt had
t. influence upon us, and strengthened
us for our work.
"Distance from us kept him Oftimes
away yet, when he came he bore the
motto of our League, 'All for Christ
| in his countepance.
"He came with true christians rev.
erence and sympathy. His interest
was not as the aspen leaf. so feeble and
| lightly framed as to yield to every tickle
breeze. but his was ever strong and
unwavpring, ALWAYS the same quiet,
unassuming, but characteristic zeal.
awe need him in our daily walk, for
his was f: true, manly, consistent, rever-
ent, christian example. His chaste con
vers alton, his wise council and correct
| action were such as to convince all,
even those given to much criticism of
the members of the church, that these
we re the outward expressions of noble
christian character within. 'We, who
were his companions in the League,
were also his in our daily association,
and the memory of him kept alive in
our hearts shall be as some holy light,
guiding our footsteps and illumining
orr pathway OF sorrow and anguish.
4sFUNt- N l. L, ttENRn To fnHn
the leaves their time to fall; the sun,
moon and stars their time to set, but
death, cruel death, hath every season
his own.
"No, death does not wait for the au-
tumn-tde of life, not for the full blown
rose; he comes and sieZes the bloom as
it's petals are unfolding and hourly
revealing some hitherto hidden beauty.
He comes before the rose begins to
her and to droop It's head from the
wintry blasts. He came to Burt in the
springtime of life, before his sky had
been darkened by cloud, and the
earth hath received to its bosom its trust
Earth to earth and dust to dust
"Where as he? This question will
come to us DER and DER. He lives now
in our past, he lives in our hearts OF
love, he lives in our dreams by night
and vet he is not here. There's an alb.
sent form from our midst, an added
mound on the hillside, weeping hearts
watch and wait for his welcome tread
but there comes the sad thought that he
is not here Where Is he? Shall we an
swer? Yes, for his soul is in the spirit
land and on his angel brow we may
reau, "Yon will find me here" The
memory of his noble, christian life will
ever linger with us.
"Let fate do her worst, there are relics
of JOY,
Bright dreams of the past which she
cannot destroy,
Which come in the nighttime of sorrow
and care,
And bring back the features that Joy
used to wear;
Long long be our hearts with such
memories filled,
Like the vase in which roses have once
been distilled,
You may break, you may shatter the
vase if you will, ..
But the scent of the roses Will hang
round it still"
Be it therefore resolved, That in mem
ory of Burt Fowler Taylor, we, his com
paniOns and fellow Epworth Leaguers
recon secrate our lives to Gods service
and so live that, when the "ROll Is
call ed up ycnder," our circle, which Ii
now broken by deaths cruel hand, may
be perfected in the heavenly city above
where all is peace and love.
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