Jefferson jimplecute. (Jefferson, Tex.) 1907-1926, 1912-06-13

tdpl. w illlain hoDtIt oh'ith
passed To his eternal rest at the
home of his daughter Mrs. j.
Mcbride in San Antonio, Texas.
June 2nd, in the s9th year Of
his age
His daughters, Mrs. T. b.
Trotman of San Antonio, Mrs r.
a. Hall, San Antonio, Mrs. j.
Mcbride, San Antonio, Mrs.
N. II. Frank, San Angelo, Mrs.
w. II. Owens, Houston and Mrs.
j. d. Ryan, San Francisco, Cal.
were with him in his last illness
and accompanied his remains TO
Terrell, where he was laid to
rest beside his beloved wife, to
remain with her TO all eternity.
Capt. Smith was a well known
veteran both of the Mexican and
Civil Wars, having served with
distinction in each.
In the early fifties he was a
steamboat captain on the Mis-
sissippi, and while thus engaged
he had the privilege of rescuing
six persons from watey grave,
all of whom gratefully remem-
bered him.
Later he engaged in the mer-
camille business in New Orleans,
Marshall and Jefferson. In JEFF.
erson his family grew up and it
was always Home" to him. On
ly a few days before his death
he spoke Of it in the tenderest
terms and hoped some day to be
able to return.
In his early years he travelled
extensively, visiting all parts of
the then civilized globe. A bril-
liant conyersationalist, he was
cordially welcomed wherever
people of culture and intelligence
cOngregated.
He was a man Of sterling in
tegrity; perfect gentleman of
the old school. A good citizen,
true friend, loving parent, a
devoted husband. No higher en-.
comium can the world demand.
On the morning Of his death
he arose as usual, ate his break
fast and conversed with his
family till nine o'clock. Com.
planning of feeling tired he was
assisted to his bed by his eldest
daughter, and as she tenderly
put her arms around him to lay
him dow he closed his eyes and
breathed his last breath without
a struggle. He was not i'll. His
death was due to his great age.
While we sorrow for our own
lonliness we cannot grieve fol
him. God in His infinite good
ness spared him to us many
years beyond the allotted span OF
life. The consciousness that his
life was well spent has robbed
the grave of it's terrors, and left
only tender memory of Our
Dear Daddy" to be ever present
with and to console and comfort
his lonesome children.
He cannot return to us but We
will go to him and always we car
look up and see the dear beck
oning hands of our loving father
and mother encouraging US on
ward to nobler efforts, till in the
fullness of life well spent we
can join them in that blissfuI
abode weere the weary are eter
nally at rest.
Mourn not the dead who calmly lie,
BY Gods own hand composed to RESI-
For harki A voice from yonder sky
Proclaims them blest t, supremsly bles,
With them to toll and strife are Ger,
Their labors end. their sorrows cease
For they have gaiued the blissful shore
Where dwells serene, eternal peace
Mourn not the dead whose lives decl are
That they have nobly borne their
| part.
For victory's golden crow they wear
Reserved for every faithful heart;
iney rest With k'OTy wrapped around
lmmortals on the scroll Of fame;
Their works their praises shall resound
TIL cir uame-an everlasting name.
| Drop the warm tears-for Jesus wept;
| Sorrow shall find relief in tears,
But let no secret grief be kept
| To waste the soul through nxmeess
| years.
They rest in hope; their hallowed dus,
Is watched. and from the grave shall
| rise
Earth shall restore her sacred trust.