The Farmville herald. [volume] (Farmville, Va.) 1890-1934, 1900-06-29
OBITUARY.

~ Aht uTlBnl morn OF lie came the
muiiled tread Of the pale messenger
Death, casting its hallowed shadow
over happy home.
lie bore the message TO the loved
ones that the Master had sent TO claim
It's brightest jewel to adorn His "Man.
slons not made with hands eternal I'm
the Heavens Thus was the bright
est light OF home taken away from a
father, mother, three sisters and five
brothers, two Of whom are Drs. J. NJ,
ana Il. h. Hamlet OF this city.
They mourn the loss ofloving daughter
and sister and though now, their loss
seems almost unbearable yet through
out life they must cherish as a precious
heritage the memory of disposition
bright under all Circumstances. a spirit
cheerful even in intense suffering. a
life that taught them how to live. and
a death that showed them how a
Christian ought to die.
Lucille Thornhill Hamlet. daughter
Of DR.. NJ II. and Mrs. NJ. f. Hamlet
was born October 23rd, 1877. She
graduated from Woman's College Rich
mOnd, Va, in 1895, and evidencing there
unusal histrionic ability it was decided
that she should further cultivate the
same, for which purpose she attended
for three sessions the Emerson College
Of OratOry, Boston, Mass, from which
she was graduated May, 1899.
Returning from her graduation at
Boston, she had accepted position to
instruct in her chosen profession in
Germantown Pa. but in her vacation
such decided symptoms OF con-
sumption manifested themselves that
she was forced to forego her plans.
Six years ago she made profession of
faith and united with the First Bap-
fist Church of Richmond, Va, and four
years later transferred her member
ship to the Baptist church of Pamplin,
Va, the home of her parents.
After nearly years sickness, during
which time every possible medical
attentionwas provided, she passed from
those who loved her we'll to Him who
loved her best on Tuesday, June 18th,
at 20 L. NJ.
Loved and admired by all who knew
her, to village mourning with those
who mourned for her, and weeping
with those who wept, it seemed that
Heaven itself was moved to tears as
after long season Of parching drought
the rains began to descend at the very
moment she breathed her last.
The funeral service was conducted on
Wednesday evening by her pastor, Rev.
j. II. Couch, assisted by Rev. p. I.
Warren and Rev. Edward Campbell.
Her life had ever been beautiful, but
in her ailliction was its beauty espe-
cially marked not only by the cheer
she rendered to those around her, ever
putting the best face upon all things,
and holding out to those who had
ceased to hope, but by her generous
thOughtfulness of her entire neighbor-
hood, sending Christmas token to each
member of every family in her village,
and 10y her earnest efforts, while lying
upon her death bed, in soliciting
funds for starving India, and by her
thoughtfulness of Others even in death
requesting that there should be no
elaborate expenditures in her burial,
and repeating these beautiful lines
from Tennyson:
"And may there be no mourning" (ofthe BARI
"When put out TO sea-"
"For tho from out our bourne of time and
place
The Hood may bear me far
hope TO see my pilot face to face
When have crossed the bar"
1t is hard to sum up in short sketch
the richness Of life so noble, pure and
good. Genial and alTable, the deceased
impressed her life upon all with whom
she came in contact. Never can one
forget the commingled sorrow, plea
sure and benefit derived from a visit
to her sick chamber. To her gloom
was unknown. She made sunshine
everywhere.
How sadly will her sunny life, bright
cOuntensnce, sweet intercourse and
loyable spirit be missed in her neigh
borhood. But around her own hearth
stone how and will be the yearning for
a voice that is hushed, and how deep
the heartaches for the presence OF a
loved one that is gone.
The Master said to the angel Death,
As he left the Gate one day:
"Brlng back to water my lilies, white
soul as pure as they;
That kept its fragrance unimpaired
Through the earthly course IT ran,
And was just as sweet at eveDtide
As when LIES day began"
so basing his selection well
Upon this mandate rare,
Death took our Lucille TO the Gate
The Saviour met her there.
A FRIEND.