Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1899-03-16
AFTER FIFTY.THREE YEARS.

home in the Bentonsville section.
She was a most estimable woman
and greatly beloved by all who
knew her. She had been married
for So years and was buried in
her wedding dress, which she had
preserved through all these years
for this last sad service.
How fleet are life's years, at
best! Fifty years of married life
and we call it the s'golden anni~
versary''-it is so rarely realized.
Fifty-three year ago she and he,
the bride and the bridegroom,
plighted together their troth.
About them in their country home,
on that bright morning, were
gathered some of those privileged
to love them. Her eyes were filled
with that love light that may not
be named in words-it was ssthe
conservation and the poets
dream" There was, doubtless, the
suggestion of "lhat bright tear
that forever brims on thes sharp
line that lies between maid and
wife" Proud, beautiful, con-
%scious, yet relying upon another,
she stood upon the verge of che
life, seeking to penetrate the sweet
mysteries of that other life that
begins at the altar and ends at the
foot of the cross.
This is an unusual incident
unusual in occurrence, unusual in
sadness-conducive to tears even
with those who looked not with
carnal eyes upon the last sad GER
emony, but who in reflective mood
read of it here and contemplate
the retrospect, from the bridal al
tar and the happy pair, on up
through the rolling years to the
f'narrow house," through whose
portal she has entered, passing cut
beyond earth's sight, into the eter-
nifty of God, while he with bowed
form and broken heart cries q last,
long "goodbye"-"'till the morn
ing Breaks: till ssthe fell SER
geant of the glass and scythe"
gamers him, too, into the ''silent
laud.'
There is another life l long to meet.
Without which my life is incomplete"
She has met that other life; and
when his summons comes, may
they meet it together and know
each other there. Without this
hope what would life be worth
here2
The belief in future recognition
IS deeply rooted in all human
hearts. 1t is necessary to give solace
and comfort to the mourners beside
the graves of their dead. With>
out it there would seem to be
waiting an essential element in
the happiness of heaven. Even
o the redeemed in heaven, it
seems to US, there would be UNI
satisfied hunger of the soul to
know who Of ali this unnumbered
host of glorifed spirits were the
companions of our life's earthly
pilgrimage-those whom we
loved SO dearly while they lived
and incurred sodeeply when they
died, Surely God would not have
implanted this sentiment in our
nature and then allow it to be
disappointed in His kingdom.
Reason, revelation and nature all
agree in their testimony that we
shall know each other in the
great beyond The leaves and
flowers every recurring spring
and autumn repeat the story. The
poet Bryant beautifully expresses
the hope of every bereaved soul
when he uttered the thoughts of
his heart to the memory of his
wife, which we here repeat, as
apropos:
Eyes, 1 shall know theein the sphere that keeps
The disembod1ed spirits of the dead;
When all of thee that time could wither, sleeps
And perishes among the dust we tread,
For 1 shall find the sting of c~easeless pain
If there I meet thy gentle pressure not,
Nor hear the voice of love, nor read again,
In thy serenest eyes the tender thought"
Mayor Peterson has done
everything that could ~prossibly
be done to have guarded and ats
tended to the suspected cases of
small pox in Goldsboro, His eff
forts have been untiring. He in
tended to send out all suspected
cases this morning if the weather
had permitted. The doctors say
not to move them until the
weather clears up. The house
was just completed this morning.
-0npE HING