The Aberdeen weekly. [volume] (Aberdeen, Miss.) 1878-1933, 1911-09-08

more. was committed to the h u
ON II that universal mother mo
v hose shelter young and old will
..N<p 1T lasf. In the peacefli
quiet OF the summer evening. she
passed quietly away from the
home she had made So dear by
ner gentle pr :. nee ami trSm rhe
tender place she filled in Is many
loving hearts, leaving only > vi
cent chair and a sense 0f unut-
selabIe loneliness. For. she trn
was,
Something far too fair to stay
For the coming of things gray. "
Her flight from earth WAS
quiet and painless, just closing
of the beautiful brown eyes in
sleep, a gradual drifting away
from earthly mornings, AS a trav-
eler leaving shore grows fainter,
DINNER, to the anguished eyes
that watch him so yearnmgly.
1t was thus she entered the ev-
er open door.
1t seemed as if the home spirit
Of the house, had never been
sweeter, the atmosphere never so
filled with that Peace of God ths,
passeth all understanding. On
everything was left the intangl-
BILE fragrance of her lovely life.
Roses, lilies, old fashioned garden
flowers and glorious blooms en-
tirely hid the sharpness of death.
and surrounded by these embbems
Of love and regret. she lay a
sleep in the white temple of the
early death, wrapped in the spot
less shrOud of her own purity
Let the SORROW bells be set ring
ing:
AN anthem for the queenliest
dead that ever died 50 young,
Adirge for her the donbly dead
I'm that she died 50 young.
Florence Ternell Gilmore, typi-
fled the rarest, sweetest and the
best, in lovely and lovable girl
hood. Brilliant in intellect charm
ing in manner, this cherished
young daughter Of the house,
grew into beauty like an exqui-
site flower, unspoiled, nnselfish
and unaffected.
"Her lovely smile in memory
comes to me,
Across the dreary years of grief
and pain;
And though / cannot clasp heI
| hand, her voice
Comes back again
Memory fOndAy holds the pic
ture Of her graduation night, N
white ROBBED and beautiful, with
grace in every movement anG
music in her voice, this gifte(
Young girl delivered her part IN
the exercises with such charming
effect and artistic skill, that hel
presence filled the stage ant
held the audience enraptnred-
the bloom and 1.-The after glow
is left to us yet.
To-day, she lies with roses OIL
her breast, and Last Thnrsda.
Thursday afternoon, her belOve'
class mates, with their hand
laden with flowers and thei
hearts heavy with sorrow, follow
ed the vested choir slowly dow
the aisle of. st. Johns Church
softly singing:
LEAD kindly light through tn
encircling gloom,
Lead thou me on;
The way is dark and ! am ia
from home,
Lead thou me on;
| Keep thou my feet | do not as
to see,
The distant scene, one step
enough for me-.
The Rev. James Lundy SNkt
q read the service the deep word
Il am the Resurrection and tt
Life" spreading like sOlem
r wings above the flower lade
/ casket. The entire service W,
solemn benediction Of the pul
and beautiful young life TIN
v had been taken to a radial
home, seemed crowned with II
words, 80, death, whore il IL
sting? 0, grave, where is II
4 victOryi
81 The sunset rays shimmer'
II through the rich colors of Il
windows and the deep organ to
es filled the chrlsdh, the music,
81 the beauty and masses of flo
Re ers, the impressive and syupafh
tic voice Of the rector, who
power interpreted anew the si
r. pie and familiar services Of I
y church, the pathOs Of the sin
ing, all invested the hour Wi
sacredness and q significan
X that lifted it up among the i
We mortal hours of the trAnsitO
life.
Finished are the years Of !
Ks beautiful young life, shelter
ne by q brother,s and fathers {,
derne&, jeweled by = sisters
!. lection and strung with
!. pearls of q mothers 6Olatrx
q love, what \ hsppy and unsu
VI ed record to be gathered to
archives Of Christi
Never shall pain or sOrrow
IN er cloud the brightness Of Il
rs hopeful heart, never shall ii
~ or trouble touch that white .
with effaeine finger.
So l think when days are qWt
-. est,
I'm And the world = wholly fail