Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1902-01-17
In Memoriam.

In fond remembrance Of my dear friend
Hattie ID. Edmonston. who fell asleep Octo-
Der Oath, 1901, with blessed vision OF her
saving Redeemer and her departed father.
| This dear girl, just budding into the fresh
ness OF womanhood's dawn, passed into the
Paradise OF God. No fear of dying cloud
ed the outlook Of her final earthly hour
Surrounded by u loving mother and devoted
sister and brothers she breathed her last.
Her farewell had upon II the blush of the
eternal morning which knows no noon, no
sunset, no glmmering twilight of advancing
darkness. She was transparent In thought,
resolute In duty, loving her mother and sis
ter, as few girls love, with tenderness
No doubts to obscure faith ever crossed
the vision of her soul. She believed and
loved and served, and now she is with the
saints of all ages in that beautiful city oil
God, with her sweet voice singing praises
with loved ones gone before, where tideless
sleep the seas OF time. We will not say she
is dead, only gone on before into upper,
endless light. We may say OF her as one OF
our Southern poets triumphantly sang:
"She could not die-Oh mol
Not die, no more than spirit dies
But in change. Like death
Was clothed with wings"
Friend Bessie.
Died, on December 25th, 1901, J. Parkin
Hunter, formerly of Baltimore, at the resi-
dence OF his niece, Mrs. j. Frederick Chat
ard, of Denver, Colorado.
Mr.. Hunter had been in delicate health
Tor several years, and three months ago
went to Denver, hoping to receive some
benefit from the change OF climate, but there
he continued TO grow worse and the addi-
tional complication OF appendicitis fastened
his death.
Mr.. Hunter was the youngest son OF the
late Thomas and Susanna Hunter, OF this
county, and spent his boyhood "Wind-
sor," the family home, near Rockville
When quite young he removed to Balti-
more, and became an expert machinist in
the Vulcan Iron Works.
Eight years ago he married Miss Isabelle
Beatty, OF Baltimore, who lived only three
years. Alter the death oil his wife he de-
voted himself to the happiness and comfort
oil his aged mother, who survives him. lie
was and exemplary Christian gentleman
Kind and considerable of the feelings OF 9th
ers, and ever ready TO help those in need.
lie had many warm friends and a large
circle oil relatives, to whom his death comes
as great sorrow. His remains were buried
In Denver.
In memory OF Mrs. Ella Young, vile OF
Crawford Young
Fell as,eep IN Jesus on the morning OF
January Bird, 1909. Just as the glad New
Year was daWning, 30 bright with hope, the
angel Of death came and whispered, come
home, and the pearly gates were thrown
open To receive her angel spirit CHRIST
wanted one more jewel 10 shed It's lustre
nj Hia I'D Ia
sweetest, most precious OF earthly treas
ures-a beloved mother. She was the low
ing mother, the devoted vile and true friend.
She only knew how To speak words oil love,
peace and kindness. Sue needs no monu-
ment To perpetuate her memory-her deeds
throw halo oil beauty over her ile's work
ended. Whilst VIC bow submissively as we
pass under the rod ol affection and drink OF
tue bitter cup Of sorrow, yet We can say
dOd dOeth all things well-even so, Lord, II
seemeth good In tiny sight Her especial
delight was IN the resurrection, expressing
no dread OF the grave, looking upon 1t only
rs the gateway through which we 20 home
To heaven. All that loving hearts aud will
ing han 5 could do were given by her de
Voted family, oil which she was the ilollz,d
center. They loved her we'll but Jesus loved
her better. Her life was like one oil Gods
lilies, pure and white, and as the close shut
leaves iell apart each day was revealed the
calyxes oil gold. Sometime We shall see, as
stars shine most in deeper tnts OF bue--we
shall see how all Gods plans are right. He
glveth HIS beloved sleep X.
In loving remembrance Of my dear grand
father, Ignaiius IL. Ward, who died one year
ago, January o, 1901.
Dear grandpa, you have left us,
In this world 10 mourn,
And tonight you are sleeping
In the silent tomb.
IL Was hard 10 give thee up,
But God, who knows best,
Sent his angel from above
And took you no ne TO rest
know the sweet and gentle way,
As on through life you trod,
And am satisfied TO night
You are in peace at home with God.
Yes, dear grandpa, you have lett us,
On earth we will meet no more,
But II we trust in your Saviour
We shall meet on the other shore.
1t will not be long our journey here,
Then we shall see thy face,
We will be at home free from sin,
In that calm and heavenly place.
Yes, we'll meet thee, dearest grandpa,
On that bright and golden shore,
And we'll be there with our Saviour,
Never to part any more.
know that To night you are safe 10 the
arms Of Jesus,
Sale from corrodlng care,
Safe IRON the worlds temptations,
Sin cannot harm thee there.
Here lot me wait 10 patience,
Wait I'LL the night Is DER,
Wait I'LL see the morning
Break on the other shore.
BY his granddaughter, Edna.