New Iberia enterprise and independent observer., 1912-09-07
IN MEMORIAM.
MRS. RUSH PRICE STRONG,
NEE CATHERINE
ROBERTSON.

ROBERTSON.
"God moves III a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
lie plants his foots cps on the sea,
And rides upon the storm
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hourl
The cup may have bitter tast
But sweet will be the flower.
| Blind unbel Of is sure to err,
And sean h s work in vain
God is His own interpreter.
| And lie will make it plain. y
Miss Catherine Rober son was
born in New Iberia. as was her
| father. John e.. NJ. Robertson,
whose family was an essential
part Of the town. socially and
| financially from early days. Her
mother. Elizpbeth Woolf Of Mo
bile. a rarely gifted woman who
Transmitted many Of her talents
TO her two young daughters, The
petted darlngs of a large circle OF
relations and friends, Catherine
warm hearted. was unspoiled. geh
uine and true. Her advantages III
travel and social matters general
lv were all one could desire A
year ago last July she married
the man of her choice and the
choice Of all her admring friends
and relat ions also. 1t was a bril-
liant wedding, a real Heaven
Blessed wedding whore love s
the reason why. They built
their own home JUS as they liked
II best surrounded still by loving
hearts and hands, but within their
own beautiful home they were
alone in the r new joy, as happy
as it was possible for young folks
to he. Every true wife should be
q true mother. So this sweet
young ma ron welcomed her babe
ns sacred trust. Some OF us
know the mingled joy and sorrow,
when the hearts deepest antlcipa-
tions are shocked. The tiny one
scarcely having left Heavens
portals Is taken back before
touched by sin or sorrow, But the
heart of the loving mother so ma
nrally follows her baby in its mp
were fight, it is difficult to keep
her from pressing through the
gates aiar.
When the news came that the
body that had contained The
beautiful soul of one so dear TO rs
all. was TO be buried from Epiph- |
any church. loving hands carried
white flowers and palm branches
to deck the church in which our
Catherine was baptized, tears,
tender loving tears sprinkled the
blossoms like dew drops. There |
were garlands of white unfolded
buds for the little csskef, the
sight of which brought tears from
strong men. ga little child shall
lead them" says the Holy Book.
The tender reverance in glance
amd touch of that tiny casket may
do more good than many a long |
life of endeavor. The organ
.rembled under the hand OF the
organist. who near of kin in sym
pathy as we'll as blood. Every |
voice was tuned in love and tend
erness. /
"Angels of Jesus. Angels o.
light singing to welcome the pl-
grims.'
What a welcome for our dear
ones, The shadows were length
ening at Rose Hill Cemetery as
the funeral cortage approached
A mantle of sweet viii e roses was
in waiting to wrap the treasure
entrusted.
'Unveil thy bosom faithful tomb;
Take this new treasure to thy
trust
And give there sacred relies
room
10 slumber in the silent dust
So Jesus slept; Gods dying son
Passed through the grave, and
blessed the bed
Rest here, blest saint; till from
His throne,
The morning breaks, and pierce
the shade.
Break from his throne, illustriotis
morn
Attend, oh earth His sovereign
word,
Restore thy trust each glorious
form
Shall then ascend to meet the
Lord.
M. Il. z.