The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1906-05-24
In Memoriam.
little Evelyn Daniel

Surely death is. as it ever has been,
abroad in the land There is 'Rachel
weeping for her children and will not be
| comforted because they are not
1t is with deep sorrow that we record
the death OF the infant daughter OF Mr..
and Mrs. Graham Daniel, which occurred
| at their home near EPSON Tuesday
morning at $50 o'clock, being just ex-
| actIy one year from the date OF its birth.
| The time was SO exact that we are re-
minded Of one who borrows a sum OF
money from another upon the promise
| to give it back one year after date. But
mother at least, had forgotten the debt
Just at a season OF the year when ma
ture was unfolding her manifold beau
ties for the entertainment OF the human
| senses, little Evelyn seems to have
caught the spirit in her little soul and
the rose blush in her little cheeks, and no
wonder mother forgot her debt. No
wonder she wept and pleaded 80 pitiful-
ly, Il wanted to keep her." And this
death was one of such peculiar sadness.
1t was the only child they had-mother
said twas all she had. There is no
one to take her little cap and gown and
shoes for they are too 'wee bit" This
little baby-girl was the idol OF her home,
the anchor to all the earthly affections
OF her parents, the darling OF the entire
family, and the pet of many friends. But
after all, wasn't it q good time to die?
Long before any storm OF a sin-cursed
world had blown upon its tiny soul, the
spOtless pages OF her little life were closed
and sealed and handed back to God. The
Lord eyermore make us faithful debtors
and may we bow very low in humble
submission to His will who makes no mis-
takes but ''doeth all things we'll" And
NAV we always remember that in love
and not in anger all His chastenings will
come In conclusion, and for the COM
fort of this heart-broken and distressed
mother, would offer Mrs. Daskam's lit
tie poem on Motherhood" which reads
so beautifully as follows:
MOTHERHOOD
The night throbs on, but let me pray, dear
Brush off his name a m Oment from my mouth.
To Thee mine eyes would turn, but they go
back
Back to my arm beside me where he lay
SO little Lord, so little, and so warm?
cannot think that Thou had st need ofhim,
He is so little, Lord, he cannot sing.
He cannot praise Thee all his lips had learned
Was to hold fast my kisses in the night.
Give him to me-he IS pot happy there,
He had not felt his liA his lovely eyes
Just knew me for his mother and he died
Hast Thou an angel there to mother him?
| say he loves me best-if he fOrgets,
If Thou will allow it that my child fOrgets,
And runs not out to meet me when | come
What are my curses to Thee? Thou hast
heard
The curse of Abel's mother, and since then -
throne.
To threat and pray Thee that Thou hold
them still
In memory Of us.
See Thou tend him WELL
Thou God of all mothers, Ii he lack
One of his kisses-ah, my heart my heart,
Do angels kiss in Heaven?
Give him back
Forgive me, Lord, but | am sick with grief,
And tired to tears and cold to comforting,
Thou art wise, know and tender, aye and
good.
Thou hast my child and he is safe with thee.
And believe
Ali God, my child shall go
Orphaned and among the angels all alone!
SO little and alone, He knowsnot Thee
He only knows bis mOther-give him back!
UNCLE CHARLEY.
EPSON, y. e., May II, 1906.