The Atlanta constitution., 1900-11-07

left. would have thought I was In
Methodist church. as Archbishop Ryan's
sermon was 80 like that OF a Methodist
preacher" wore the words she uttered
irnrn e6iatsly after leaving the cathedral
Sometimes upon occasions of this char
acter I find myself unable to express the
feelings OF my heart, and this Is one OF
those sad events which seem to have
the silence all too solemn to be broken
by voice or pen. for
Words cannot render back
The golden bowl that's broken at the
fountain,
Or mend the wheel that's broken at the
center,
Nor twist again the silver cord that's
loosed."
The unexpected death Of Mrs. Hemphiil
ought to admonish us OF the uncertainty
OF nfe and the universal domain OF death
How true Il Is that the arm of friend
ship cannot resist the king OF terrors nor
the charms of innocence elude his grasp
Standing, as Il were with bowed pres
ence and uncovered head above her grave
upon which the flowers placed so lavish
~ by loving hearts and tender hands
have scarcely withered yet. there comes
to me the warning voice that soon l and
others OF us must follow where she has
led the way We know not when the
summons to each of US shall some; u
may he in the springtima when mother
earth Is putting on her robes OF brightest
green. rich with the fragrance or burst
ing flowers. or il may be when the golden
grain is ripening 20 the summers sun
or IL may come with the biting blasts OF
winter but whether II will come In the
e,anial snrtnFtIn,e in summers heat, IN
balny fan, OF winters cold. come the
summons will for
Leaves have their time to fall.
Flowers TO wither In the north wind
breath
And stars 10 set, but alb
Thou hast all seasons for thine own
OH DEATH
The career OF Mrs. Hemphill, the gen
tie. tender. loving wife and mother ana
friend is forever ended on this little
earth Of ours.
"Close her eyes. her work is done;
What 20 her Is friend or foeman.
Rise OF moon or set Of sun.
Hand OF man or kiss OF womanY
Leave her to Gods watchful eye.
Trus' her to the hand that made her.
Mortal love weeps idly by:
Christ alone hath power to save her.
The struggles. anxieties. dlsappoint-
ments kindnesses and triumphs of our
friend are all at rest. The loving wife,
the tender mother. the kind friend. tho
upright woman, tho sincere Christian.
sleeps IN the quiet OF her grave. They
say that she IS dead. no not deadl
There is no death. what seems 50 Is
transition.
This life Of mortal breath
Is but a suburb of the life Flysian,
Whose portal We call death
And while we know that this Is true. we
miss her genial hardclaso and pleasant
greeting and We sadly grieve that
"Her smile win neer again cheer sisters
heart,
Nor voice fall sweetly on the eager ear
or listening brethren. The nobler part
Is hers. With houndless trust faith
pure and clear
She rests within the bosom OF her
Lord.
Farewell 20 thee. or 70 that part which
dies.
But to thy name and bright imperish-
able fame
We cannot say farewell. Within one
a memory Of thy glorious deeds and
name
Which alone with death can die"
And when the voice which called her
hence shall summon those from whom
il gave her so much er'of to part, may
her meet her
'In that beautiful land
That far away home OF the soul,
Where no storms ever beat on the gilt
While the years Of eternity roll"
Philadelphia. October Is. 1900.