River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1902-07-10

GREEN. AT the home of her par
ents, Mr.. and Mrs. Wesley Green,
in the town of River Falls, July 5,
1902, of tubercu1ar laryngitis,
Lottie May Green, aged Is years,
month and % days.
-Lottie was born at Downing,
Dunn county, Wis, May 6, 1887,
and moved with her parents to their
present home in the town of River
Falls in 1891 Here she lived and
attended the Normal school in this
city until last November when she
sustained an injury that resulted
in sickness and in her death. While
playing basket ball in the gymna-
SUM at the Normal she fell and in
jured her side. From this injury
pleurisy ensued and finally the
disease which was the immediate
cause of her death.
Lottie was patient, kind and
cheerful even during her sickness,
as she always was when in health.
She was always considerable, wish
ing others happiness and striving
to make them happy. Vivacious and
hopeful, loving and tenderly below
ed, she was the JOY of the home
that is left silent and lonely, but
there is consolation in the assurance
that He giveth his beloved. sleep"
and rest in that land where there
shall be no more death, neither
sorrow nor crying"
The funeral was held from the
home of the parents, Sunday, July
6, Rev. d. B. Spencer conducting
the services and the remains were
laid to rest in Greenwood Cemetery.
THE WEEPING MOTHER.
loved one had been called away,
And home and friends were mourning;
The corpse within the caSSet lay,
A maid once fair and charming.
And tender hands had laid her there,
While tears of sorrow started;
The house seemed desolate and bare,
once ner young ME departed.
Hush! hear the sobs the mourners come,
Led by her stricken father
Who, fearful, tenderly holds one
so dear to hlm-her mother
Then come two sisters, fearful, wan,
And close behind two brothers
Young men whose love for her now gone
Is shared by many others.
Few eyes there are that show no tears,
And many have been weeping
But more than all it soon appears
The mothers tears are leapng.
All, mother, we can sympathize
With you in your bereavement
IT'S sad when youthful promise dies,
To miss this life'S achievement.
But God knows best, all things shall be
Made right through His omniscience;
The things unseen we then shall see,
Fen in His very presence.
We cannot understand the "now,"
Nor that dawn in the future;
But, simply trusting, here we bow
In prayer to Him, our Teacher.
You mother, while you weep, see Him.
And take to Him your sorrow;
To-day your sight through tears is dim,
Y GU see no brighter morrow.
The days pass by, where is that voice,
Where is that girlish laughter?
We listen, watch, cen fear the noise
or crealxing board or rafter.
The years pass by, and grief receives
A Solace in some measure:
Immortal soul, the mind believes
Is kept as Gods good treasure.
Then why our grief? That mound of sod,
So green, so lone out yonder
-BreatheS not forth vengeance OF q God
OF DEATH of he'll, of thunder
No! love breathes from that yonder tomb
In which her form is lying.
And upward, far beyond the gloom
Her soul in peace is flying.
Peace, mother, peace; let His love reign
And soothe your tears of sorrow;
For darkness comes but to proclaim
The brightness of the morrow. A#A