Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1904-10-15
In Mem0riam.

two months ago the pale horse and
rider entered happy home, where
| faith and mother, brothers and sis
ters, and a precious grandmother
dwelt, and snatched ruthlessly from
| it's loving embrace the faithful and
devoted mother.
About eighteen years ago, Bertha
Kelam became the wife OF Benjamin
J. Mears, a worthy man, who united
his efforts and energies with hers In
providing home and sustenance for
themselves and children, and just
when success vas beginning to crown
their efforts, and they were gathering
comforts around them, she Is called
hence to meet her Lord and Master
whom she loved and served to the
best of her ability, leaving seven
chidren-one an infant who never
heard Its mothers voice.
The bereavement came most unex'
pectedly-crushing her husbands
tondest hopes, and piercing the ten
der hearts of the d. ar children whose
grief could only find expression 10
cries and tears. which strongly APP.
pealed to the sympathy OF many
WIZ khlnCICo az buC uOutt
OF mourniI e to show their love and
to comfort the effilcted ones. Death
always shocks us even when we are
expecting it, but this came like a
thunder bolt out Of a clear sky, fill
irg us with awe and CONSERVATION,
and making us to feel more keenly
than ever our dependence upon our
Heavenly Father, who while he
sfflcts with one hand, with the other
pours into our wounded and bleed
ing hearts the soothing Influence OF
Divine grace, and gives us faith to
rise above the doubts and fears which
often darken our pathway.
She was good woman in every
sen se-she was home keeper, and
her mind was fully occupied with the
onerous duties which growing
family imposed upon her. Harmony
ruled the household She was
strong stake In the fence of their do.
nestle economy, doing everything
she could to brighten the home and
make il attractive to her loved once.
The children knew to whom to take
their little worries which she chas ed
away with tender caresses, and dry
ing their tears with her kisses, sent
them away smiling and happy.
But now the home is so lonely
BERTHE is not there; her labors on
earth have ceased, and we trust and
believe she is enjoying that rest
which remains for Gods people; aud
soon we shall follow on.
Friend after friend DEPARTS" and
may It be our happiness with father,
grand mother and children to meet
BERTHE around Gods throne where
we will sing praises to the Lamb
throughout an endless eternity
Her death occurred on Ju'y 18th,
at her home, near Keller, Accomac
county, and on the following day her
remains were laid away In Hollies'
Cemetery.
Peace to her ashes x.
Norfolk, Va, Sept. 10, 1904
In loving memory of our dear
mothe Susan A. Budd, who died
one year ago to day, October 8, 1904.
One year ur home has been so lone
ly,
Every spot Is desolate and drear,
AS we listen for the voice Of mother
That we on earth no more shall
hear.
Oh, mother, how we miss you,
Miss you more than words can tell;
Blessed is each day that passes,
Bringing us nearer with you TO
dwell.
Oh, mother, thy gentle voice is hush
ed,
Thy warm true heart is still;
And on thy pale and peaceful face
Is resting deaths cold chill.
Thy hands are clasped upon thy
breast.
We have kissed thy marble brow,
And In our aching hearts we know,
We have no mother now.
Oh, the misery Of that dreary even
Jog.
When we stood around her bed,
Till death stole upon her softly
And we knew her soul had fled,
Oh. since then oui lives are sadden-
ed,
SlDce Judt udy ouT uOpCo oio oinih,
But her voice seems sweetly saying:
courage. we shall meet again"
No more her cheerful smiles we see,
Nor hear her welcome voice,
That always in our troubled home,
Would make our hearts rejoice.
Day by day We saw her failing,
And slowly sink away,
Yet In our hearts We prayed,
That she might longer stay.
She suffered long and patiently,
But naught could ease her pain;
Her means were heard by one above,
Who quickly called her name.
No more her dear familiar form
Around our home we'll see,
But one consoing thought we have
From pain she is forever free.
In the graveyard softly sleeping,
Where the flowers gently wave,
| Lies the one we loved 80 dearly
In her lonely, silent grave.
Farewell mother, fare we'll mother!
| paacefnl he thv slant rest