Mexico weekly ledger., 1901-09-05
AOBITUARYA
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orTo WALKER POWELL.

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Died, August %, 1901, at the home
Of his parents in Audrain county, Mo-,
Otto Walker Powell, eldest son Of
Robert and Alice Powell, in the 10th
year Of his age.
Otto W. Powell was born near
where he died June %, 1883, and was
at his death IS years and 2 months
old. He had been sick OF typhoid
fever for nearly q days. The family
and friends thought he was getting
along well until about "a hours before
his DEATH when a change, so common
In this treacherous disease, occurred
for the worse and rapidly grew until
the end. The funeral was held at Sun
Rise Church August Gath at 3p. M.
in the presence Of a large gathering of
friends, after which the body was
laid 10 rest beside those Of the family
gone before.
God has blessed Robert Powell and
bis wife with an interesting family Of
five girls and three boys. Three of
them are now in the "church yard
laid" Five remain to cheer and bless
in life's sorrows.
There is not a more interesting
character in human life than a big
hearted natural "boy on the farm"
He is always ready for whatever calls
come to him-work, sport, school or
play. His superintendent life stirs
him in the morning to meet the rising
sun and, whistling, over the dewey
field he goes rounding up the horses
and COWS; and the noon hour sees him
coming home to dinner with sweat
and dust on his honest brow and
laughter in his full happy heart. He is
interesting at the pump as he quenches
his thirst with coplous draughts Of
pure water and thanks God with
hearty CALCULATIONS of praise for the
good stuff" He is interesting at
the table, where a robust appetite
finds perfection in every thing
mothers hand has prepared and
stamps her in his heart and memory
as the best cook on earth.
He is interesting when after sup
per, ali work is done, he calls his
faithful dogs about him and away to
the woods, where no paths are toe
rough for his nimble feet, or tree To
tall to climb; or, II it is the moon
light picnic instead of the hunt, he is
there with his brightness andlaughteri
no one beholding him in his romplng
joy would think he had plowed OF
chopped throughout the livelong day.
When it's all oyer he steals quietly
home and to bed, where, at once,
slumber, deep and sweet, seizes upon
the erstwhile busy body 70 repair all
waste, while the never still soul, in
dreams rehearses all the days doingS
and knocks at the morrow.
Oh, youth Happy, honest, careful
youth We thank God for you. You
ever bring new life into this old world
breaking up the artificial and con
ventional In God Almighty's own way,
Mother and father, your boy may
not have been pious, but he was nat
ural. He may not have been deyout
but he was honest and artless, and
lived close to natures great heart
and her Master, who careth for all
her children.
Dear boy, we would have made you
a little different II we could, but We
are not so sure you would have beer
much better if we had. May YOU
sleep in the dear old church yard b
as natural as your life; and wher
springs green grasses, or summers
"richer wealth of flowers, or autum'i
brown leaves and nuts, or winters
white shroud shall come in turn tt
fold about your grave, may those who
mourn see that God hath all seasons
for his own and all ages. The infant
and youth, manhood's prime ant
hoary age-all, all, find their way
through the grave to the great be
yond, and God careth for all, even tn,
sparrows. r. d. CHM.