Smyrna times., 1906-07-25
DEATH RECORD OF THE PAST WEEK
Mrs. Mary R. HOfteCker Widow of Henry
hOffacker Died LAST Wednssday-Un.
timely Death of Charles S. Moore

merce Street Wednesday evening after
lingering illness. She had been in
falling health for the past five wears
the last month of which she has been
confined to her bed. Death resulted
from complication of diseases. When
the summons came she seemed re-
signed to go and the end was peaceful.
MRS. Hottecker was daughter of the
late John aed Sarah Ann Woodall of
this town where she was born and
raised and spent practically her whole
lie. She was sister lof Mrs. Henry
Ii. Spruance of this town and Mrs. r
Hopper Smith, of Centreville. Md. In
the early sixties she was united in mar
rage to Henry L. Hoffecker, a we'll
known and progressive farmer. This
union was severed by the death of Mr..
Hoftecker IN 1873 while they were re-
siding on their large farm IN White
Hall Neck. After her husbands death
Mrs HOtfecker remained on the farm
and conducted it for ten years when
she moved to Smyrna and built the
comfortable home on East Commerce
Street in which she lived and died.
Funeral services were held at her late
residence Saturday afternoon con-
Quoted by her cousin Rev. Olin S.
Roche of st. Peters Church. New
York City and assisted by Rev. G. v.
Gilreath ofSt. Peters Church, Smyrna.
Rev, Roche is a son of the late Rev.
John A. Roche, formerly of Smyrna.
He paid touching tribute to the life
and character of the deceased. The
services were made all the more i'm
pressive by the excellent music rem
dered by Smyrna's Male Quartette
who sang ''Nearer My God to Thee, :"
''Abide With Me, and ''Lead Kindly
Light" Interment was made IN the
family lot in st. Peters Cemetery. At
the request of some who heard it we
publish the following poem recited by
Rev. Roche at the close of his remarks.
The sainted Abdallah in the tabled
story from the Persian caused these
lines to be addressed to the friends
who bewailed him and prepared his
body for burial
Faithful friends it lies l know;
Pale and white and cold as snow
And ye say-"Abdallah's deadr'
Weeping at the f. ct and head
can see your falling tears
can hear your sighs and prayers,
Yet smile and whisper this:
am not the thing you kiss
Cease your tears and let it lie,
IL was mine, 1t is not J."
sweet friends what the women lave
For the last sleep of the grave,
Is a hut that am quitting
Is garment no more fitting,
Is a cage from which at last,
like birI my soul has passed,
Love the inmate not the roOm
The weaTer, not the gaTb-the plume
OF the eagle not the bars
That keeps him from the splendid stars !"
Loving friends. oh rise and dry
! Straightway every weeping eve;
What ye lift upon the bier
Is not worth single tear
! "Iis an empty Sea-shell-One
out of which the pearl is gone.
The shell is broken. II lies there
The pearl; the all, the soul is here.
'ris an earthen jar, whose lid
( Allah sealed the while il hid
That treasure of his treasury
mind that loved him let IL lie,
Let the shards be earth once more,
! Since the gold is in his store"
Farewell friends. yet not farewell
Where go you too shall dwell,
am gone before your face
A moments WORTH a little space
When you come where / have stept
Ye will wonder why We wept
Ye will know by true love taught
That here is all, and there is naught."
UntlmeIy Death of Charles Moore Aged Is Years
Charles S. Moore who will be re-
membered by many as the kind and
obliging salesman at j. W. fuckers
Clothing store has gone home to his
eternal rest. After hard fight against