The Big Stone Gap post. [volume] (Big Stone Gap, Wise County, Va.) 1892-1928, 1900-03-08
In MenOrIam.

Tuesday. February y, was sad day tor
our BRO. :. b. Naught and his wife in the
Parsonage at Elk Garden. Va.
Jim Trigg. their baby boy. after three
summers of love and prattle in the home
below, left them and went away to me
skies.
Their many friends will feel keen pang
at this news-Of sorrow for the broken
hearted parents, of loss in the departure
of the bright-eyed, golden haired little
fellow. who. with his nobility OF bearing
and winsomcness of manner, capiivated all
hearts.
His illness was painful and protra cted
For DAYS mama, papa, friends and, we
must believe, the angels lowered about
and above the couch of the patient little
sufferer, nursing, Watching and waiting
The end came at high noon. with a
mothers kiss warm on his lips and his u
love YOU mama, papa in their ears he
was gone with the angels.
Too much could scarcely be said OF him.
To the home he was treasure, setting
in the family coronet Of rarest brillIancy
and beauty. To all who knew him he was
interesting and attractive. Even those
who we're not of the inner circle OF ac-
quaintance and association admired and
praised him.
1t would he a pleasure to write of the
many virtues he showed He had a pas
sion for music and flowers, creatures OF
God that are revelations of Heaven.
The church, in whose shadow he lived
his last DAYS, was most attractive TO nm.
Each Sabbath morning he was eager to be
off for Sunday School where he manifest
ed delight in song and lesson from the
word. Often with his little sister and his
ma ma, when she could go with him, he
would repair to the church where he would
sing his favorite songs and reverently
conduct his childish worship. In his last
hours, while the music of Heaven was in
his ears. this song was in his heart and
on his lips, Leaning on the everlasting
arms" 1t will he sacred in that home
forever.
He loved flowers, and loved
those who loved and talked of them. One
sent him book of flowers, in cOlOrs, and
afterward named and described them.
Thus she won his heart and in her absence
he asked for her again and again. Anoth-
err sent him fresh flowers These he would
hold in his hand or have near him, always
remembering the giver. To his mama. he
said he wanted some flowers, all his own,
to plant and tend and was happy when
she promised he should have his own little
garden when spring-time came and the
birds sing again. Little did she think, ere
| this, He who said "Let the little ones
come unto me, j esus, as he called him.
| He who is the Rose of Sharon" and the
Lilly of the Valley" would lead her happy
boy into the Eden above and himself in
struct him in the culture of flowers OF un-
fading beauty.
He sleeps, sweetly. in the family GENE
terry near Tazewell, Va, where we laid him
to rest amid the falling snow, symbol OF
his purity fulfilling his own prophecy while
| i'll, that the snow would soon cover him
He sleeps with beautiful flowers claspeC
in his little waxen hand. He wakes &c
find the perfection of beauty that he st
much loved, the beauty of angelic music
and of never fading flowers.
Home. alas. is poorer by reason Of his
absence, but Heaven is richer and sweetel
forever.
The bereaycd ones find comfort in The
words of the man of God, IL shall go tC
Him" And he will expect it. TO this
end he is Looking this way"
Sweet little darling, light of the home,
Looking for some one, becoming come;
Bright as sun beam, pure as the dew,
Anxiousy looking, mother (father) fol-
you"
And he will not look in vain.
| W. G. GARDEN.