Smyrna times., 1912-05-08
IN MEMORIAM

HURLOCK-Entered into rest on the 10th inst
Irving C., only son of Mr.. and Mrs J. Z. HurlOcK'
Of Millingt0n, Nd.
Death, the appalling angel, has spread its
wings over that happy home circle and removed
therefrom lovely form, leaving only broken
hearts and bitter lamentations.
An Obedient and dutiful son, kind and loving
brother. a staunch and true friend, he was loved
with devotion in his home and honored and
esteemed in the community in which ne spent
When the Fell Monster" casts before him his
gruesOme and appalling shadows warning us,
by their very coming of the sad and inevitable
our hearts are crushed by bereavement, but
when, without moments warning, II descends
upon US with all its fury, like thunder bolt
from clear sky, the keen and bitter anguish of
It is inexpressible and but for divine assistance.
would be unbearable In the flashing of mo-
ment came the summons from the Great BE,
unpillowed, with no loving mother 70 smoOth
bis aching brow, no kind and sympatheuc
father to whisper the last words of comfort ana
consolation. no devoted sister to imprint the
loving farewell kiss upon his dying lips; there
alone, he yielded up his spirit 70 its maker,
happy, we are sure.
For still his features wore that light
That fleets not with the breath,
And life ne'er looked more truly bright
Than in his smile of DEATH
Earth has returned to earth-Our
Treasure has sank into the sepulchre,
And, as the tomb closed silently over
The loved form, we turning drew.
A long, long sigh and wept last adieu!
But was it such? 1t was; where thou has gone
Adieus and partings are sound unknown,
May we but meet the on that peaceful shore
The parting words shall pass our lips
no more"
There was every prospect before him of a life
of usefulness and prosperity but the ways OF
divine providence are mysterious-ln the midst
of his hopeful efforts, his mission on earth is
ended-"his sun has gone down while 1t is yet
day his short life is closed, but 1t has not been
without profit to those whom he has left, for in
the years which are to come his noble traits OF
character which diffused sunshine and JOY in the
family circle can never be forgotten.
Like blighted flower of the lovely spring he
has withered before the untimely frosts of DEATH
the chiseled marvel now marks his final resting
place; bright stars the "fOrget-me-nOts of angels
keep nightly vigil Ger him, while to us remains
the mission nf strewing Lis grave with lilies,
fit emblems of his purity and innocence.
When the grefstricken ones gather around
the lonely freside, until recently an unbrOken,
happy circle, they miss theTefrOm the fair form
of him whose loving heat made him dear to all
and in their anguish they sigh.
But, oh, for a touch of a vanished hand and
the sound of voice that is still"
Our heart goes out in loving sympathy TO the
fond parents and the devoted sister whose be-
reRvement is so hard to bear. To them, and to us
all who have loved Irving from his earliest child
hood, the stroke is heavy one, but in the bitter
anguish of the moment we hear the still small
voice of faith whispering in words of silvery
sweetness. SFOllOw me, my anchor shall bear
thee, my cross inspire thee and this crown shall
| be thy eternal reward Only follow me and the
| griefs and wO5s that hast passed through here
| shall turn to smiles in Heaven
Oh! the vacant chair by the fireside lone
My heart grows sick with pain;
And long for glimpse of vanished form,
That will never come back again,
And sadly gaze through the twilight of tears
With eyes that are anxious and fond;
| And wait Tor the master to summon me home
To the land that leth beyond.
LOLLIE.