St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1915-03-20
LOCAL PROTESTANTS
HONOR AUNT MAG
Prentiss Obier Delegated to Well
come Mrs. Hayes Back Home.
OLDEST METHODIST IN
ENTIRE PARISH.
Venerable Old Lady Expresses Deep
Appreciation of Display of Love
and Esteem by Protestants.

= NGIy pItJly dIlu illp1CpoiF0 =
scene took place at the Methodist
church last Sunday Immediately af-
ter the Sunday school exercises.
Mrs. III. M. Hayes, who is the oldest
living Protestant and member of the
Methodist Sunday School, in this
parish, had been away for some
days attending the State Missionary
Convention at New Orleans, as a
delegate from the 0pelousas Mis-
sionary Society. Mr.. Prentiss Obief
announced to the large assemblage
that he had been delegated to well
come back Aunt Mag" to her ac-
cumstomed place; and, in a few
we'll chosen and impressive words
expressed the profound affection
and esteem, which every one felt
for her, and the qualification they
felt at her safe return from the
convention. Mrs. Hayes, deeply
moved by Mr.. Obier's touching SEN
timents, feelingly expressed her ap-
probation of the same and her
happiness at being back among
those whom she loved SO we'll. She
said that shewould make a full re-
port on Friday at the meeting of the
Missionary Society Of her steward
ship as a delegate from this city,
aind thanked her friends for their
kindness and soIicitude. AS a fit
which Mrs. Hayes is held by other
ing mark of the great esteem in
denominations, Mrs. Will Stewart
presented Mrs. Hayes with beau
tiful bouquet of roses from the
Presbyterian congregation, while
Mrs. C. ]. Thompson presented
similar offering from the Baptist
congregation; Mrs. L. E. Littell
one from the Episcopal member
ship, while Mrs. L. H.. Mornhinveg
fairly smothered her with one from
her own flock. The entire assem-
blage then joined in handshaking
and ether; evidences of salutation,
all of which must have been very
pleasing to good old Aunt Mag"
Mrs. w. S. Obier completed the
program with a splendid rendition
of the following familiar and ap-
propriate poem:
There's lots of music in 'em-the
hymns of long ago.
And when some gray-haired BROTH
er sings the ones I used to know
I sorter wanter take hand, I
think Of days gone by,
"On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
and cast watchful eye!'
There's lots of music in 'em-those
dear. sweet hyms of old,
With visions bright of lands Of
light and shmining streets of
gold;
And I hear 'em ringing, singing
where mem'ry dreaming,
stands,
From Greenland's icy mountains
to India's coral Strands
They seem to sing forever of holierI
sweeter days,
Where the lilies Of the love ofGod
bloomed white in all the ways.
And | want to hear their music
from the old time meetin's rise
Till L can read my titles clear to
mansions in the skies.
We never needed singing books in
them old days. we know,
The words, the tunes of every one
the dear old hymn book
threughl
We didn't have no trumpets then,
no organs built Tor show,
We only sang to praise the Lord
from whom all blessings flow
An so | love the good old hymns, and
when my time shall come,
Before my light has left me and my
singing lips are dumb,
If I can hear en- sing them then,
''I'll pass ithout a sigh,
To 4Canaan's fair and happy land,
where my possessions lie.