The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1908-05-27
MRS. ROBERT HlNkLE
Dies at clifton After Lingering
illness.

Mrs. Robert Hinkle died at her home
near Clifton Wednesday, May 1S, at
the age of sixty-two years, two months
and twenty-one days. The funeral
services were held at the residence on
Thursday and the remains laid to
rest in the Hinkle cemetery at Lo-
Gust Grove. The services were con-
Quoted by Rev. w. III. Gilmore, of
clifton, M. r. Church, assisted by
Rev. j. w. Johnson, of West Side
NJ. e. Church, Charleston. Thetloral
offerings were many and beautiful,
Mrs. Hinkle is survived by her
husband, Robert Hinkle, one son.
Frank, former editor of this paper,
and two sisters-Mrs. Joseph S..
Clendenin, of Maggie, and Mrs. j,
NJ. Morgan, of Roanoke, Virginia.
Among those who attended the fun
eral from neighboring towns were
Mr.. and Mrs. Joseph S. Clendenin
and daughter, Bliss, and Mr.. and Mrs.
Joseph W1ndon, of Maggie; Messls.
Joseph a. and Pleasant a. Hinkle, of
New Haven; Capt. and Mrs. George
MARITIME, Mesdames Virgil A. Lewis,
w. A. Roseberry and j. r. Icenhower
and Misses Esteile MARITIME and
Elizabeth Cooper, of Mason City, and
Mrs. Samuel Barkwell, of st. Mary's.
Mrs. Hinkle's son pays the following
tribute to her memory:
Born February %, 1916, convert
ed in 1867, lived forty years
Christian, and died saint.
Such, in brief, is the life story OF
Julia Edwards-H inkle, for twenty
nine years the light of this home.
Looking backward with the eye of
memory we can see this noble wife
and mother in the zenith of woman
hood. We see her as she smiles at
our childish pranks. We feel her
arms about our neck and hear again
her soft, sweet voice as she gently
reproves some Juvenile misdemeanor.
We see her as the mother of dear
little stranger who tarried not but
returned straightway to heaven. we
witness anew her outbursts of grief
the rending of her mother heart.
But there is a gentleness withal that
seems to say, "But thy will, . God,
not ours, be done!" We see her as
ministering angel-at home and
abroad. We feel the caress of her
soft, cool palm upon our feVered
brow. We see her ministering to
the mutable wants of an aged parent
sacrificing social pleasures and per-
sonal comfort that she may remain
at the side of the mother who gave
her birth. We see her in the small
hours of the night performing her
mission of kindness at the bedside oil
suffering friend or neighbor. We
see her as the ambassador of God in
| the chamber of the dying. We see
her at prayer, and hear her say,
l"Forgive our debts as we forgive our
Debtors" and there is an earnestness
in her voice that proclaims the sin
certify of both petition and profession.
We see her in the house of God
pointing wanderers to the tree OF
Calvary. We see her as the house
keeper and MISUNDERSTANDING her
small strength against the stern
realities of life-and conquering. we
see her health departing little by
little. We see her Frustrated by the
remorseless hand of a relentless
malady. We see her racked with
pain, passing through the fires OF
anliction-but no murmer escapes
her lips. She has learned the gospel
of meekness, and in the day of dis
tress, in the night of trial, she is a
heroine still. We see her as She in
trepidly nears the gates of paradise.
We see her kiss the faces OF her
friends and bless them for their man
Hesitation of kindness. We hear her
say, "Tell them all I've just crossed
over" We bend to receive last
sweet touch from her hallowed lips,
and we catch with difficulty her last
faint words of motherly advice:
"Speak all the good words you can.
We see her beautiful and serene in
the calmness of death. Friends are
heaping her bier with buds and
blossoms. Unstinted are the efforts
to pay honor TO our departed loved
one. But her face outshines her
casket's silver trimmings, her count
enance is softer than its silken folds,
and the memory of her life more
beautiful than the flowers about her.
We stand beneath the maple Doughs
and see her slowly entering the
windOWleSS palace OIL eCeThaI leou'
We bid her last farewell. And we
think of all the pains she has en-
dured, of all the love she has given, of
all the sunshine she has scattered, OF
all the good she has done, and we say
in our heart, cit is we'll with thy soul!
Thou hast been tried in the fire and
found pure gold! Thou has been
weighed in the balance and found
not wanting! Thou hast kept the
faith-won the victory-gained the
crown! Wen meet thee in eternity"
appropriately, we think, we quote
this extract from one of her little
poems:
"And tho the tomb be dark and lone,
If we be freed from sin,
Our rest shall be as sweet and calm