The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1909-10-28

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IN extrad from e 7rbereisaas Reaper Who're
Name IS Dealt" IN the Picaynns Of
October a4tk, Writer IN & Emory
Of Mlg Helen Collier" s5y..Mrs.
Julia Jayne Walker.
81 saw girl in the full flush of.wom-
anhood. She was gifted and Abeautiful.
Endowed with mental qualities of thigh
order, she was prepared to fill most
useful place among her sisters, ttheswork-
ers.
Her family being one of wealth and
social prominence, this young girl had
been shielded from the rude blasts of
adversely Hedged in by all the ele-
gancies of life and watched over bby a
loving family. she had led, as it were a
dream life, with mo blur to dim the
vistas of the past and no shadow on
the horizon off her future. Accom-
plished and Travelled, she had friends
in many places, among whom she was y
leader, taking the initiative in plan
ming for the pleasure of them all.
In her home the other members Of
the family looked TO her not only TO
map out, but to see executed, the plans
and purposes of the day. For her the
LII Ill,
ton with dear friends, travel, study.
Of late, too, she had given her heart
TO God and was anticipating the satisfy
ing joys to be found only in His service
Often in a certain holy temple of the
Most High, I have heard her voice
raised in praise of the King of Kings.
One day she thrilled all hearts as she
poured forth the notes of a master song.
for she sung in clear, pure tones which
will not be soon forgotten: III shall see
Him face to face"
Another day, in the same holy temple,
] saw a large company gathered as il
for a marriage. Music, flowers and
young girls in white; but instead of two
warm living hearts to be united at the al
tar, saw, upon white catafalque, EN-
bosomed in white satin and white cat
velvet, this same beautiful girl, the bride
of death.
But late SO full of life, bearing high
aims and noble purposes, seeming the
very essence of perfect health, as she
was, indeed, the very perfection of
sweet young womanhood---now so qiuet
and reposeful on her peaceful couch! No
call to the battle of life can ever wake
her more! she sleeps.
Her beautiful hair is halo to classic
features, which bear the dignity of
death. So beautiful she looked as she
lay there in her last sleep! As men of
God told of her virtues, as the choir
chanted songs of consolation to the be-
reaved, and as many friends wept over
the loss of one so dear, she lay among
the flowers, at peace and at rest.
Emblems of the resurrection, tokens
of love from far and near---sweet frag-
lie, beautiful flowers---enveloped her
casket and perfumed the altar with rich
odor like the incense from Paradise.
When God looked down on his earthly
garden, and, noting the beauty of this
young girl, sent the angel of death
to gather her among His immortelles,
why did He do so? The answer could
be only this: That the canker, care, might
never have the opportunity to injYre the
fair petals of this rose of promise.
He transplanted her to bloom in His
home, on beds of. never-fading flowers.
Her life had ever been free from care,
hedged about, as it was, by the love
and thoughtfulness of those near her.
Who knows what the future might
have brought to her of woef At the,
best,life is fraught with pain and sorrow
Before she knew its hardships, or heart
aches, the dear Lord has taken her to
dwell ever among scenes of bliss.
With graceful steps, and 1.-THE, un-
trammeIed by age, she walks in the fair
fields of Heaven. With eyes undimmed
by sorrow and tears,she enjoys the beau
ties of Paradise. Her fresh, young voice
join the choirs of all the ages as they
stand around the great white throne,sin
ing hallelujahs to our King.
Looking down upon the loved ones
among whom she so lately moved, she
does not grieve, for she knows it is but
a little space before they, too, shall be
safe in the heavenly kingdom.
She is radiantly happy now, for she
has seen Him face to face"
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