St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1913-12-06
In Mernoriam

EllZaDeLn Lewis clements, VIE
of ]. Paul Boagni, the deceased
but in the spring of life, like a
fair flower blossomed in it's path
cut down by an untimely snow:
Elizabeth, lovely, loved, regret
ted. Born in our town in 1892,
she grew to maidenhood, a fair
flower sWeetly known adoWn it's
familiar streets, for to know her
was to love her, so fair a spirit
dwelt within the form: the fra
GRANGE Of the rose that gives the
more subtle charm to the flower.
The deceased was as widely
loved for her inner charm of
character, her loneliness of de
meanor, as she was admired for
her loveliness Of person, being
one of the most beautiful girls
that ever graced our fair tree
empowered town, widely famed
tho it be for the charm and
beauty of it's femininiIy. Thus,
charming, lovely, she was early
Wooed and won: ere scarcely
tasting of the wine of the expe-
rience of life she was united in
the bonds of Wed-lock to j. Paul
Boagni. And prosperity seemed
to smile upon the young couple.
Fate seemed to hold but a crys-
tai goblet to them, with an up
sprayed sparkling cascade show
ering them with love, %af1uence,
fortune in every
way, shape and form, the one
child of their union, even, like a
laughing nymph of I'M
usual beauty and charm of per-
handed as it seemed as
a GROWING golden gift, the COM
pleting golden touch from the
hand of a smiling Fate, when 10
the light of her life was put out
by her own hand: due to a mel
ancholy that had lately obsessed
her. with a lack Of combative-
ness with which to cope with the
moral vicissitudes of life that
must beset EACH ONE. him set
in affiuence as we'll as him set in
adversely, and that each MUST
COMBAT to live on to conquer,
or, fall under the rod of chasten-
ing: the spirit of our sweet
Bessie. our dearly beloved, quail
ed, shrank from the chastise-
ment of the rod of life, finally,
escaped, cut the flower of her
life off from the blight of the
blast that must touch all, by her
own hand.
Oh! poor young heart, what
fearful struggle it must have
had ere c~onsummating its fatal
ending. Oh! had we but been
more loving to her! But some
times it can be but the gentle
sympathy Of ONE that can be
the healing balm for sore
wound Of bleeding heart, the
cooling water for its corrugating
flame. Oh! could the curtain of
the future but sometimes be
lifted so we could get tho but
one single glimpse down but
cen one dark vista that its gray
way might be avoided; or. some
guiding star set therein to lead
the stumbling weary Wanderer
from out it's dark and corrugated
abyss into some brighter way:
but as the future is locked in
vincibly behind impenetrable
gates, the past is held incontro-
verbally in an memorable en-
brace: and in the arms of dire
and rigid Fate: an inevitable
clasp resultant from tempera-
ment combined with conditions,
is our sweet Bessie: O jealous
Earth thou hast indeed won a
fair flower for the decking of
thy breast! oh thou hadst
enough with that vast multitu-
dinous array Of flowers blossom
ing continuous from thy breast
without THAT ONE! o couldst
thou but hand her hack!
Oh life, what vain illusion!
What play to the GALLERY!
For those seemingly beneath the
brightest arch.-the most corus-