Le MeschaceÌbeÌ. [volume] ([Lucy] La.) 1853-1942, 1914-10-17
Death Of Joseph P. Latour.

| AASA SI1 "Ili1 . III GCLIIy
And stars to set; but all =
Thou hast all season for thine
own, oh DEATH"
These beautiful lines have come
home to Us in the fullness of their
meaning; the feebleness and i'm
potence of human effort when op-
posed to divine decree has once
more been demonstrated, and
again are our hearts wrung with
sorrow and our heads bowed with
grief.
| Relentless Death has collected
a heavy toll and left in:its wake
saddened homes and a sorrowing
community.
Just in the prime of his life,
with all that makes life most dear
and worth living a devoted wife,
loving children. fond parents,
many warm friends, and a fu
ture suffused with the rose-gloW
of love and happiness stretching
cut before him, JOSEPH P. LA
TOUR was suddenly stricken
down by the powerful hand of
Death last Wednesday morning at
4 clock while at his post of duty
at the Phoenix saloon, adjoining
the American Sugar Refining
Company, Chalmette, and his
unsuIlied soul transported to that
undiscovered country" beyond
the tomb.
Latour was found dead behind
the bar of the esta blishment by
the proprietor Alphonse Hassen-
boehler, at 4 o'clock last Wednes-
day, morning with a broom near
his side evidently having heen al |
work when the final visitation |
came. In trying to arouse him Mr.. |
Hassenboehler saw that life was
extinct, although the body stil! I
was warm. The Coroner was inn
mediately summond and pronoun-
ced death due to heart disease
Mr.. Latour was 81 years Of age al.
the time Of his sad demise, anG
was a native Of St. John the
BaptisT Parish, having moves
from this parish your years agc I
to 1925 St. Claude, ST., New Or
leans, La, where he resided up
TO the time of his death.
In the ordinary course of hu-
man events the old must die and
the young may die, and pass from :
earth and its scenes forever.
When an aged man, whose tot !
tering feet have trod the allotted
span of life, is gathered unto his
fathers, we can but feel that
death, like the harvester, is CLEAN
ing the ripene1 grain ana claim
ing his own. But when the grim
comes and calls away
a man pu!sating with the sweet /
breath of life and awaiting the I
fruition of his dreams and hopes,
We, without irreverence, are
prone to feel that the Grim Reap
er may have made a mistake, and
that it were, perhaps, better had
he not cut down at the threshold
Of life one so good and so useful.
While we bow in humble sub
to the will of an all-wlse
God, such thoughts unWilIingly |
force themselves upon US when we
contemplate the death of this
noble man, devoted husband and
a kind father, who entered the
Great Shadow last Wednesday
while at his post Of duty.
The casket that held its fair
burden of inanimate clay was
brought to Lucy Wednesday eve.
ming on the 5::23Y. & NJ. V.
train, and a large throng of sor-1
rowing relatives and friends Whol.
mad assembled escorted the re-
mains to the old home made DESC
late by his departure, and was
neld there awaiting his eldest son
Maurice who arrived Friday Il
noon from New York City.
The last services we're held at
he st. John the Bagtist Catholic
at Edgard, La, at 10
o'clock Saturday morning, Rev. j
Father Harpin, officiating. i
In tones pulsating with emo
ion the impressive words of the
burial service, throbbing with thel
nope of resurrection & breathing !,
he prayer of eternal peace, We're
.ead, and the Reverend Father,
With tear-dimmed eyes and trem-
bling voice. pronounced the
solemn benediction and
INVOKED the blessing of eyerlast- IS
ng rest upon the tender body
hat has passed to silence and
pathetic dust.
It is difficult to pay fitting
.ribute to the memory of SO noble
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