The Oskaloosa herald., 1900-03-01

tnls suner1ng Celesta was so patient
and willing to do whatever was for
the best without a mnrmur. How
calm she looked, although traces of
suffering could be seen on that sweet
white face; yet she had peaceful,
reposed look as if she was resting.
She was robed in white, rested in a
snowy white casket, and there were
many and beautiful flowers, an indi-
cation of purity Before this dear one
was taken from the home, the sweet
little babe that it's mother had not
seen since it was two weeks old, was
brought in and the little innocent
thing looked on the cold form of it's
mother. What a sad sightI If that
mother only could have clasped her
sweet little babe to her bosom! The
casket was carried by six girls who
were relatives of the deceased. She
was borne from her home in a white
hearse drawn by white horses. Even
the earth was robed in white, for the
feathery flakes fell all day. 1t seemed
as though Nature endeavored to help
hide the dark side. The funeral SER
vices were conducted at the First Re-
formed church in Leighton, February
81, at 2 p. M, by Rev. Baumgartel.
The songs sung were touching and
impressive. AS they sang of those
Beautiful Hands," how true those
beautiful hands were reckoning sor-
rowing ones to come up higher; and
another song, Crossing the River
One by One" Yes, Celesta has just
crossed over little while before ;soon
those that are left behind will be called
to cross the river of death. A large
procession followed this dear one to
Olivet cemetery, where she beside
her sister Mary was laid to rest in a
grave beautifully lined with white.
Gone; yes, Celesta is gone. No more
to see her smiling face or to hear her
gentle voice ;her chair will be vacant,
her place cannot be filed. The clouds
have covered the sun; the sunshine
has departed and sadness takes it's
place. But like the day when she was
laid to rest, Borrowing ones, if you
look up to Jesus you can see the sun
shining through the mist of sorrow,
as did the sun shine through the mist
of falling snow. Sad; and yet there
is one sweet, blessed thought. She is
at rest. Her mother said to her in
her last moments: "Celesta, are you
going?" She answered.: Eyes, Ma,
am going" Some one asked her if
she saw Mary, and she raised those
beautiful white hands and said: "Oh,
yes, there's Mary" and those stand
ing by understood her to say she saw
other friends in that heavenly land.
Her last words gave them the assur-
ance that she was going home.
why lament the Christian dying,
Why indulge in tears of gloom?
Calmly on the Lord relying,
He can greet the opening tomb.
Scenes seraphic, high and glorious,
/ 4No" III bAN hC1 AOh6OA oOuJ
See her rise DER death victorious,
Angels beckon her away"
Tho short time our dear one is
hid from our sight,
Like a beautiful flower by curtain of
night,
Our souls still united by loves golden
chain,
She leaves this sweet message, we'll
meet her again.
o, yes! we shall see her, our angel
friend dear,
In heavenly beauty our loved one ap-
pears;
We know from our presence she will
not remain,
The angels are whispering, We'll meet
her again.
Husband and little ones, father,
mother and brother, the dear Savior
will heal all wounds, for there's
"Never trial that Jesus is not there,
Never burden that He doth not bear,
Never sorrow that He doth not
share,
Moment by moment be under His care.
Never heart ache and never groan,
Never teardrop and never moan,
Never a sadness but there on the
throne
Moment by moment Jesus thinks of
His own" J. T.