The Lexington advertiser., 1913-08-29
In Memory of Mrs. East Lindsay


On Tuesday night, August s, 1918,
near the midnight hour, the home of
Mr.. Wilson Lindsay was in darkness,
for the Angel of Light had sgently
come to the bed side of his beloved
wife, East, and amid anxious watch
lngs and fervent prayers her sweet
spirit was waited through the golden
portals of heaven and is now basking
in the love-light of her Savior's smiles,
for she touched the hem of His gar
ment'' here and is now walking by
His side.
She had been great sufferer for
several weeks with pellagra. How
ever, she bore her affiiction with much
patience and looked to Jesus each day
for strength and guidance.
The pure, sweet spirit fed to the
home above where the swelling strains
of the choir, invisible, sends a faint
echo to dear ones here, lulling the
pain of separation and reminding them
OF glorious reunion when all hRv@
difted across to the golden strand be
yond the circling waves of care.
In the stiffness of that hour, no
doubt that the dear husband and other
loved ones were carried back to the
evening when Jesus knelt in the Gar
den of Gesthemane and prayed ::
Father, If it be possible let this cup
pass from me. Not my will but Thine
be done How that husbands s
heart longingly and yearningly plead:
IT 1t be possible let this cup pass. "
But the Savior, who suffered, bled
and died for us, who now Weeps over
the grave of one we love, whispers
1T is best; it is through love did
it all. "
0! sweet angel, at the gate, can
you not give her to us just for little
While! The angel is silent. 1t can
not give up the boon it loves so dear,
for Heaven claims it's own.
In silence it filings open the gate and
bids us look. There among the star
crowned throng we see East robed in
garments of light, on her head starry
crown, in her sown-white hand harp
of gold. We see her, but we can not
call her away to this earth of pain and
suffering; the harp and crown we
would not have her cast aside; we
would not have her leave her Savoir's
side for she longed to be near Him
but hear her listening to the angel s
whisper. With smiling face she fol-
lows the angel to the gate. In accents
sweet we hear Eher saying, Dear
ones, do not grieve, do not call me
back for | am so happy here. i" The
weeks of suffering are no longer mine
You can come to me soon. | am
watching and waiting for you and my
Savior tells me He has prepared a |
place for you. "
Life lay before her so bright and
She carried it's Sunshine in
1er eyes; its smiles illumined her face,
and on her cheeks were the rosy tints |
If health and cherished hopes and
plans.
How we miss her! Her life. her
leeds, her influence and pure aspira
ions are indelibly printed on the walls
IT memory and will still be burning in
he hearts of many after the flying
have glided into years. Of
entimes weary hearts will longingIy
md tenderly glance backward to the
lays when she made life so sweet
Ne can not understand Gods pnr-
,oses. In it all the mystery is His.
he promises are ours. But the great
Bow of Promise that spans our sky
eminds that His Promise is sure
hat some day we shall know and
understand
In the darkness of this hour, when
hadows fall so heavily across the
'athway of loved ones, we would
lace around them an arm of love and
and kneeling here by the
rave of their darling East minglc
With them our tears. Yes, kneeling
here in their Gesthemane we would
id them look from the cross to the
llttering crown then they will see the
urpose of Gesthemane; see why they