The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1911-08-17
A TRIBUTE.
To the Memory Of J.. d. Mashburn,
who Died at his Home Near Re-
hoboth ON. July the 9th,
1911 AGE SO Years.

stricken with that awful disease,
appendices, Monday night, July
| the gath and only lived three days.
Death with his Sickle keen has
snapped from among us one of our
most honored and highly respect
ed citizens, and cast pail of sor-
row and gloom over this entire
community, has entered a happy
home and bereft it of loving faith
er and a devoted husband.
| The church has lost one of its
most consecrated members, for dur
ing his last illness his pastor made
this remark, that IF he could never
recover. Rehoboth church would
lose one among her very best and
most substantial helpers.
His place in the Sunday school
will be so hard to fill for at the
time of his death he was our able
and efficient superintendent. He
was ever faithful. kind and consid-
crate to each of the teachers. How
the Little Card class will miss him,
FOR he was always faithful and care
full to see that each little Tot had
their respective cards for the next
Sundays lesson.
While we bow in humble sub
mission to Him who doeth all things
we'll, we sigh because we miss the
inspiration Of his presence, the
helpfulness of his council and the
sweet communion that delighted our
hearts. He was an honored mem
! Der of the w. o. w. of the Pela-
hatchie camp, also Columbia
Woodman and member Of the New
York Life Insurance. The large
crowd that attended his funeral at
tested his popularity in these or
ders.
He leaves a devoted wife, two
bright beautiful boys, besides his
mother, five brothers and five sis
ters, who deeply mourn his un-
timely and early demise.
| Incense from a beautiful life
breathes in the morning air: as
cends in the MONDAY light, and ex-
hales in the dew of evening, for
while the earthly presence of this
dear husband and father, son and.
T. brother, is no longer ours, his splr
| itual essence abides with us still.
Never again can the sweet wife
feel the thrill of his sympathetic
hand-clasp. the tender pressure of
his loving arms. the warm kiss of
his sensitive lips nor can she gaze
into the mysterious depths of his
lustrous eyes. but she can feel his
sweet spirit ever with her to caress
and sooth. and to inspire and enable
her to rear her two boys into life
fof usefulness and honor.
His dear mother early instilled
! into his youthful conscience the
principles of truth and justice. In
deed! bis noble life is best express
ed in the words of his mother, who
on the night of his death, as she
realized he was passing through the
shadow, said to friend, he was
| the best boy | ever raised.
| His vacant chair will ever re-
mind us that another link is broken
from our chain of life, but when
we pause to consider what perfect
life was his and how we'll spent, we
can feel assured that the golden
chain which bound us in life can
not be severed in death.
To his beloved companion we can
; only offer the solace of empty words,
for well we know that nothing save
| the healing of time and Gods ten
der care can heal the bruised and
/ broken heart.
To his two precioucs boys my
heart goes out in unutterable sym
pathy. OIL may they both live
close to the cross of the Crucified
One. and be fully prepared to meet
their dear papa in home of bliss
beyond the skies: where there will
be no sad good-byes.
Tt was only fitting that love
should send its tribute of flowers,
for they came from far and near
to deck this bier. there were many
beautiful floral offerings.
Kind and loving hands had dec
Grated the church in purest white
and deepest black, as a token OF es
TEEN and love to their departed
| friend and brother.
Just a few short days ago he
left us,
How we miss your form SO dear,
And remember all our sorrow,
AS we drop the silent tear.
TITS sad that one we cherished,
| Should be taken from our home,
| But the joys that do not perish.
Live in memory alone.
When lifes twilight shadows gath
er.
And deaths night is stealing on,
You will find your loved one
waiting,
For you at the gates Of dawn.
Mollie l.. Kersh.
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