The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1912-03-30

A TRIBUTE
IN Memory Of Mrs. Maud Wathen
Vega.

In Memory Of Mrs. Maud Wathe
Vega.
c. A. j., in Lebanon (Ky.) Enter
prise:
Sweet mother, in a minutes spa
Death parts thee and my love o
thee
Youth and the opening rose
May look like things too glorious
for decay,
And smile at thee-but thou art no
of those
| That wait the ripened bloom to
seize the prey"
/ Death, that mysterious separation
OF the soul and body, the immorta
from the m0tal, the saddest scene
upon which we are called to look
came with the greatest possible bit
terness to the parents, relatives an6
friends of the family, when it was
known that Mrs Maud Wathen Vega
had died at St. Anthony's Infirmary
IN the city of Louisville, Monday
following a surgical operation. Sc
little was it felt that the simple
operation she was to undergo would
be- attended with danger that she
was unaccompanied by her husband
or other member of her fathers fam
lily than her mother. She never raj
| lied from the effects of the anesthe-
| tic administered and died two hours
| after the operation.
Mrs. Maud Wathen Vega was the
| second daughter of Hon. and Mrs. R
N. Wathen, of this city. She was
educated at st. GATHERINGS Academy
near Springfield, an old and we'll
known seat of learning for girls and
young ladies, receiving such educa-
ton and accomplishments as the
competency possessed by her father
rendered him so able to bestow upon
her.
About ten years. ago, upon what
was then supposed to. be her death
bed, she became the wife of DR.. Sid
ney V. Vega, of Dona1dsonville. La,
a young professional man of agree
able presence and most excellent
and worthy gentleman The union
formed, though under an apparent
cloud of approaching dissolution, was
not destined, however, to be SO soon.
severed The bride recovered and
went with her young husband to
the Southland to make and bless his
home. To the union We're born four.
children, two of whom preceded her
to the grave, and two little boys of
three and eight years, respectively.
iafe5 lsft to laa1lt ten sIs,
der care and TO learn, may nap, III orr
bitter realization, that God can give
rs but one mothe
Mrs. Vega never at any time en-
joyed robust health, neither before.
nor after her marriage, yet was al
ways patient in her suffering. As
girl and as a young lady-We can
write it without injustice to, or dis
paragement of, others-she was the.
fairest, though the frailest, flower of
a lovely bouquet that budded from the
parent stem It is such the angels
SO often pluck SO soon.
At the age of thirty three, a young
wife and a young mother, Worshiped
by her husband, idolized by her
father and mothG, the sunshine of
her children's life, and the inspira-
ton of love to her brothers and sis
ters, is dead. Dead What a hollow
sound! The strong man who has,
and does, face without flinching
everything that comes to him in the
course of life, is bowed before the
bitterness of this stroke, and quiv-
ars as does the leaf of the restless
aspen, while the mother who could
endure all for the sake of her chill
dren and do her full part in the
theatre of life, is overcome com
pletely and must wait for time to
stay the sweep of her sorrow. But
the bruised reed He will not break,
nor quench the smoking flax
Reared in the bosom of the Holy
Catholic church, Mrs. Vega was a
at it's affairs. It's teachings she ex-
emplified in her life; in faith she
looked up to Him in whose bosom
she has found rest free from the
pain that SO much beset her in life.
s.she knew not where His islands
lift
Their fSSnded palms in air;
She only knew she could not drift
Beyond His love and care
Her father and her mother, both
Of whom have passed beyond the
can therefore muse over
the memory of her beautiful life
that has ended and nurse the con-
these thoughts affords, but
within their ears must ever sound
the infantile cry, Il don't want
mamma to go to heaven. Oh, har-
rowing necessity! Overwhelming
sadness, to explain to an eight year
old child that it's mother is dead.
You can bring no consolation to it
by telling it she is in heaven. In
vain do they tell him his mamma
has gone to heaven. II don't want
mamma to go to heaven No!
"A little child that lightly draws
it's breath,
And feels its life in: every limb
What should it know of death?',