The Tupelo journal., 1907-06-21
In Memoriam.

Read at Uclatubba Memorial Services
Sunday, June 9th, by Miss Addie Nc
Carly, in Memory of Miss Lee Pat
terson.
In the midst of life we are in the
midst Of death Day after day we are
reminded of the fact that we have no
continuing city; that there is no union
OF loved ones here that finds not an
end. The saddening effects of deaths
dark shadows are felt by thousands of
human hearts with every passing day.
This monarch, death, goes up and
down on the footstool of Gods feet
claiming his victims from every walk
of life. He respects neither rich nor
poor, young o old. His mission is
the same always and everywhere.
Whether he comes in the midnight
darkness or amid the MONDAY splendor
he comes with icy hands and a mantle
of darkness. He hears loves claims,
but he will not recognize them. But
let US not do this monarch an injustice.
For since sin entered the world, death
has been the only portal to liberty and
victory. Yes, truly, the death Of ey-
cry Christian is but the day-dawn of
real victory.
Miss Lee Patterson, the subject of
this memorial, was the sweet and no.
BILE daughter of Mr.. and Mrs. Tom
Patterson, born Oct. 6, 1889, died Mar.
10, 1907. Stricken in the flush of bud
ding womanhood, she patiently and
sweetly endured her intense suffering
until the death angel came and bore
her pure spirit from earth to heaven.
She was so anxious to get well, yet
so submissive to Gods will and spoke
SO sweetly of death, saying to her loved
ones, DO not grieve for me; | am
prepared to go;" that she was just
trusting God and that she believed the
death of a Christian was only a falling
asleep in the arms of Jesus. And we
truly believe that this falling asleep
was eXemplified when her gentle spirit
took it's flight.
She had never attached herself to
any church, but had trusted Him in
whom alone there is salvation and gave
every testimony of a Christian. The
songs she requested to be sung,
There's a Light at the River" and
"On the Banks of the Beautiful River
spoke the response of her heart. Yes,
that Light has guided her safely across
deaths dark liver and day we shall
meet her on the beautiful banks of that
river, where she waits to welcome US.
Hers was a beautiful life. Naturally
she was quiet, meek and unassuming,
amiable in disposition, gentle and kind
in manner, and Christlike in life. But
now, the charming daughter, the affec-
tionate sister, the lovable friend, comes
not back to refresh with her cheerful
cnirIt tho hanrfc fhof lox,ol In,,o a..
little band has suffered an i~rreparable
loss. No more will her sweet voice
mingle in singing with US here. Her
name, but not her memory, will be
dropped forever from the roll of cher
ished schoolmates and from our sing
ing class, but there is supreme joy in
the thought that her name is trans
ferred to that roll where erasures new
err come by sad partings. She lives
nov in the bright presence of Him who
gave himself to redeem her and us and
in whose presence the weary are at
rest and where there is one everlasting,
happy song service.
Therefore let US submit our wills to
that of the Divine Master in our be-
reavement. Let her rare virtues as
they shone out before US, ever be treas
ured by US, leading US onward and up
ward to higher planes. And, dear
friends, while We await His summons,
let US do His will that we, too, may
ENTER in through the gates into the
City," May God whose ways, though
understood, give sustaining grace
to each bereIved oae-the father, the
mother, the brothers, sisters and
friends.