The Oskaloosa herald., 1899-10-12


to Nebraska and Colorado, where he
remained several weeks without OBJ.
tanning any direct benefit. For the
past few weeks his death has been
expected. Mr.. Pemberton was a
Christian young man and leading
! member of the Friends church. Aside
from his wife and parents, he leaves
four sisters and two brothers. Two
of the sisters Misses Nellie and Stella
Pemberton, reside in this city las does
also one brother, Luther. The other
brother, Albert, lives near Spencer,
Clay county. One sister is Mrs. h.
A. Robinson, of Union, and his other
sister Mrs. Albert Bates, of Rosedale,
Oregon"
J IN MEMORY OF OUR LOVED ONE,
ALLEN PLAYLE.
Departed this life September %, 1899
Out in the silent city,
/ Down from the light of day,
Thy tender form was lowered
Into bed of clay.
The form that we so tenderly
Had cared for, night and day,
Was yielded to dark earth's embrace
AS in grief we turned away,
To leave thee with the sacred dead
Where the sad winds whisper anc
moan,
And the autumn leaves crown thy
peaceful head,
While we weep in our darkeneC
home.
Thy voice, thy smile, thy tender love
The touch of thy soft, warm hand
For moment comes back to us as o.
old,
Once more beside thee we stand.
Again we raise thy feeble form,
We pillow thy dear head,
We gaze into thy heaven lit eyes,
We smooth thy soft, warm bed.
We see thee in thousand ways
Fen back in childhood's happy days
We hear thy sweet voice, clear and
| strong,
Ring out in the old church choir al
| home.
The kind advice, the gentle reproof
Again we catch each precious word
The half-amused, approving smile,
That all our childish vanity stirred
Alas! we awake! the spell is broken;
| We look for thee in vain;
Our arms are empty, thy place is va
| cant,
Thou'rt gone; twas but dream.
Thou'rt gone, and life is changed
without thee;
My soul is restless as the sea;
Though dear old gray-haired mother
Is all the world to me.
Death with its chilling shadows
Hath wrapped our lives in gloom
And the hopes we fondly cherished
Are laid upon thy tomb.
We try to calm the throbbing heart
But oh! thy vacant place
Brings mem 'ries of that last farewell
Thy dear, pale, dying face.
Day by day we miss thee more;
| What e'er we do, where 'er we roam,
Time cannot etface the shadow
That wells our home.
Oh! what is life that we should live;
What is death, that we must give
Our loved ones to it's cold embraced
Is there a life immortal,
A holy land unseen,
A land of life eternal,
Where we may meet again?
Or, must we live to love, to lose,
To trust, to hope in vain?
To die, to know and feel no more,
With naught to gain?
We know that thou didst believe,
dear pa,
That through death eternal life was
given;
That from the BODY, stu ana colo,
The spirit winged its fight to
heaven.
All, surely there is realm above,
A holy city fair;
Life, love, and glory everlasting
Hath crowned thee there.
For. pure as the flowers upon thy
breast
Thy life has ever been;
Heaven could not claim a purer soul,
One more free from sin.
We feel that thou art resting
Safely, in that bright beyond;
Thy sweet voice blends with the heav-
emily choir
Around Gods holy throne.
And on the shore of the crystal sea,
With loving eyes thou'lt watch and
wait;
Thou'lt beckon us when our names
are called,
To meet thee at heavens gate.
oh, may we be ready to meet thee
there,
When the boatman, pa nde, do la'cI
Bears us over the silent river
To the shore of the city of gold;
To meet the smile of thy angel eyes,
To clasp thy beckoning hand,
To be reunited, to part no more,
In the joys of the spirit land.
LoRA PLAYLE HINsoN.