Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1907-08-01
In MEMORlAM.

or Sunday evening, July 21st, 1907,
at Wrightville, N. c., the sweet spirit
of Carrie Loftin, age 81 years, the be-
loved wife of Mr.. Phil H. Crawford,
suddenly burst the prison cells, which
bound it to its tenement Of clay, and
bathed in the gorgeous splendors OF the
Sabbath's setting sun, winged its
eternal flight the the God who gave it.
The sad news came to US over the
phone, carrie is Dead" and our
hearts were made to stand still with
grief and sadness hung it's mantle over
our home like a mighty poll of an un-
reconcilable sorrow.
It could not be true! Surely there
was some mistake! For only a few
hours before we had LETT her in the
very prime of young womanhood, with
a heart full of life and bouyant with
hope and expectancy ola contemplated
trip to friends, on her return to her
home in Kinston.
But alas! Hope tells a fattering tale,
and upon 1t hangs many bright pro-
spects which the Inconsistency of this
world buries in midnight. For four
months past the happiness of her home
life had been enjoyed on Wrightsvi1le
sound, where she was in daily touch
with the companionship of her devoted
husband, whose business interests had
taken him temporarily to that section.
And there, in sight of the white crested
breakers, as they broke upon the
bosom of old ocean, where the roar of
its mighty waters lulled her gentle
form to sleep, and it's tides would ebb
and fow, none of us dreamed that her
and flowing away, and soon its tide
would go out, never to come in again.
but would go On, and on, till it broke
upon b shores of an endless eternity.
We owed her as an own sister, her
gentle manners, her sweet disposition,
beauty of features, and q sweet blend
ing of the many graces of head and
heart which constitute a lovable
character, coupled with a cultured
mind, and a heart full of love to her
maker, were her chief characteristics,
and won the love and esteem of all
who knew her we'll. We never think
of questioning Gods purpose and could
not do so, consistently, and hen pray
"Thy will be done,'' and while the dis
p%ensations of His Providence. often shut
out from our lives every ray of light,
stepping our souls in midnight dark
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waves of sorrow threaten us with de-
struction, above the waters, and
through the gloomy darkness, we can
hear the still SMALL voice speaking to
US In words of sweetest accent, ct will
never leave thee nor torsake thee'', and
"God shall wipe away all tears from
their eyes''. truly, "death Is swal-
lowed up in victory. "Oh death,
where is thy sting? Oh grave, where
is thy victory" Her SEEMINGLY un.
timely death leaves a happy horhe des.
olate, a devoted husband bowed iii sor.
rows deepest gloom. thfee little child.
rem deprived of a tender mothers low.
ing care, an aged father and mother
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to mourn her death.
, Rev. C. w. Howard, her pastor, who
performed the last sad obsequies, anG
a vast Of people met the trai1
which bore her remains 20 Kinston, an6
she was laid to rest in beautiful Maple
wood cemetery, under a perfect ban
of flowers, and there on the banks o
the Neuse, whose ripping waters will
ever sing a sweet requiem to her sleep
, ing dust, she peacefully rests, Will.
above her mound the flowers that glis.
ten in the sparkling dews as they are
kissed by the morning sun, are but s
symbol of the purity and sweetness O.
that young life, which, to us, seems tt
have been brought to a close just as i
was bursting into fullest fruition.
The bereaved relatives and friends
who mourn her departure from life, we
commend to Him who doeth all things
well". And with an earnest praye
that An abiding faith and an unfalter
ing trust may enable zach of us to NEE
her beyond the smiling and the weep
ing'', we leave her to the peaceful SLEEP
of the silent tomb which knows nc
awakening till the resurrection morn
and turn away.
"BUDDIE'.
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