The Forrest City times. [volume] (Forrest City, Ark.) 1871-1919, 1909-06-25

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On June the thirteenth amidst the
growing and ripening of flowers and
fruit, just in the sweetest and hap
piest hours OF all LIES voyage; there
was breathed out enc Of the tenderest
and sweetest little souls that ever in
haeited mortal clay, as the sun was
railing in the western horizon. to give
| room for the hush and silence Of the
space between two days. The hour
was 50 lifting for the departure OF the
little winged spirit to fly away upon
the evening air, while the flowers and
fruits we're sending forth their fra
grant odors from mother earth, and
with kind of an appropriate gesture
the little spirit waved US a farewell,
not forever, but for those who are
left behind 10 prepare to meet in that
Celestial City; and in the home OF all
that Is and is To be-that one eternal
and never separating family, and
from which no member ever returns,
but abides with the Great Parents
forever.
L know how vain II is to gild grief
with words. Ii is my will, hut talent
will not permit me to express grief,
words are but barren sounds. | too.
as well as the parents Of this little
child, feel the invaluable loss. Our
spirits If they could be seen separated
from the body, would he grouping
about the cluster of flowers with tear
stained eyes. Perhaps if those who
| press and strain against our hearts
could never die, that love would
wither and disappear from the earth.
We should not be SO selfish a. not to
want TO contribute our portion Of
grief for the loved ones Of the earth.
Little Howell, while yet young, was
a brilliant petal upon the bloom of
human life, when the stem was blight
ed by the disease that DESTROYED the
human flower, the entire bloom be-
came withered and grieved: grieyed
in spirit from the effect of the blight.
1t not only brought grief to the
petals Of the one flower, but TO ii e
entire cluster that had ever come
within the power of its influence.
From the wondrous tree of life the
buds and blooms fall with ripened
fruit and in the common bed of earth
patriarchs and babys sleep side by
side. For the dead there is this CON
ISOLATION, there Is no suffering, no
one standing where the horizon of
life has touched the grave has any
right TO prophesy future filled with
pain and tears may be common
faith treads from out the path be-
tween our hearts the weeds of selfish
ness, and | should rather live and
love where death is king, than live an
eternal life where love is not. Anoth-
er life would be naught unless we
know and love again the ones who
love Us here, and those who stand
with breaking hearts need have no
fear. The largest and noblest faith
in all that is and is to be, tells US that
death even at its worst. is only per-
feet rest and we know that through
! the common wants of life; the deeds
and duties of each hour, their grief
will lessen day by day, until at last
this little grave will be to them a
place of rest and peace, almost of JOY.
And there is for them this consola-
ton, they know through the trials
and triumphS OF this life, the little
spirit will forever accompany them
clothed in sunshine and flowers, and
will be first to clasp hands with other
members as they penetratethe folds of
eternity.
Holly Grove, where little Howell
was so well known, is now draped
with mourning. for it is here where
the proud and stately little form
played each day and hour with his
little companions. We never caught
him participating in cruel or ques-
tionable fun, but his every thought
seemed TO be for the happiness of his
little friends and his dear mother.
He loved the beautiful and was with
color fond Of music touched with
tear.
He mistaken the approach of death
and whispered with his last breath,
81 am all right daddy" Let US te-
lieye in spite of doubts and dogmas
and tears and fears, that these dear
words are true of all the countless
dead.
And now TO you our little darling
we greet you and bid you farewell.
DR.. GEO. II. INsGoE.
Holly Grove, Ark. June Is, 1909.