The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1900-12-05
In Memory Of a Devoted Husband and
Father, Alexander F. Simpson.

Whereas God in his infinite wisdom
and power, has seer fit to take from us
on the 2nd day of Oct. 1900, our dear
father, we, knowing that "The Lord
chasteneth whom He loventh," humbly
submit ourselves to Him that doeth all
things well, though home seems dark,
so dark, not II ray of light can we see
for the angel ofdeath has entered our
midst and snatched from us a dear
loved one. Our sky is hung with black
and SOmber curtains: our visions are
o'ercast with the gloom of sorrow, and
every sound that strikes our ear has in
1t a cadence of despair. Without the
presence of the II on whom we have
iaviShed our affections, the world in
deed seems empty and cheerlcSS, and
in our hearts there is Il dreary, dismal,
aching void. Although it seems hard,
Oh. SO hard, we say "Thy holy will be
DONE The only consolation we have
is that our treasure is in Heaven, and
we know if we live as he did that we
can go to him and be linked together
IN an unbroken chain, where there will
bc no more parting.
He bore his Affections with all chris
tian fortitude possible without muir
muring. His last hours were beyond
any doubt his happiest.
hrOugh all pam at times he'd smile,
a smile of Heavenly birth:
And when the angels called him home
lie smiled farewell to earth.
Doubtless he had some premonition
of the impending sorrow that awaited
his stricken family, when standing
around his bedside weeping he would
say in a cheerfel tone: ''Cheer up my
dear children, it is all right, the Lords
will must be done"
Our hearts are broken, crushed, never,
no never, to be bound up as before, but
we have the assurance that God is too
wise to err and too good to be unkind.
1t is a sad, sad fact that we will no more
see the face of our lovely pure minded
father on earth. Now he sleeps quietly
in the graveyard near the church
where he was Il consistent member for
more than thirty years. In early boy
hood he c~onsecrated his life to the Re
deemer's service. II his home and
around his iire-side a noble example
he was of christian industry, forbear-
ance and meekneSS. We know the God
he delighted to honor on earth has
transplanted this sweet Hover to Il moro
~congenial cline where no rude blast
will sweep over his pure spirit, but
where he will exist in an eternity of
hdpplheSSS, anu may not we VINO Qur-
ing his gentle life we're cherished with
his love and sweetness, hope that his
immortal spirit will hover around us to
guide our weary footsteps in the
paths OF righteousness and we ask the
prayers of all of Gods people to help
us bear this sore dispensation.
Oh; father, thy gentle voice is hushed,
Thy warm, true heart Is still:
And on thy pale and peaceful face,
Is resting deaths cold chill.
Thy hands are "lasped upon thy breast,
We have kiSsea thy marble brow,
And in our aching hearts we know
We have no father now.
And darling father, tbs hard tt break
the tender cord
When love and affection have bound
the heart,
IT'S hard, Oh. SO hard to speak the
words,
'We must forever part"
Dearest loved one, we have laid thee
In the peaceful graves embrace,
But darling father, thy memory will
be cherished
Till we see thy heavenly face.
LOVED ONES.