Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1916-04-02
In Memoriam.

JOHNSON. In sad but loving remem.
hrance OF my dear wife. MARY E
JOHNSON, who died April :. 1913.
This world can never give
49, The bliss for which | sigh.
It's not the whole Of life to live
Nor all Of death 10 die.
BY HER DEVOTED HUSBAND. JOHN
5. JOHNSON. and HIS FRIEND,
JOHN X. STRATTON.
MALLORY. In sad but loving remem-
brance of my dear daughter and our
sister, ELLA MALLORY. who depart
ed this life one year ago today, April
>, 1915.
BY HER MOTHER. SISTER AND
BROTHER.
MOREIL. In sad but loving remem-
brance of our husband and grandpa
ApoLPHE MORELL. who departed
this life thirteen years ago today.
April .. 1903.
Gone. but not forgotten"
BY HIS WIFE AND GRANDDAUGH-
TER.
PADGETT. In loving remembrance or
my dear mother. ELIZABETH p.
PADGETT. who died sixteen years
ago today. April .. 1900.
When hearts and flesh. Lord. shah fan.
Thou wilt our spirits cheer.
Support us through the Jrcary vale,
And calm each anxious fear.
BY HER LOVING DAUGHTER FAN
ME.
sHECkELLs. In sad but loving re-
membrance of our dear cousin.
EUGI-NE LIE ROY SHECk ELLIS, who
departed this life two years ago to-
day. April ., 1914.
Sweet and peaceful, he thy rest
Forget him we viii never:
God called him. He knew best.
His will he done forever.
BY HIS DEVOTED COUSINS.
BLANCHE. EDITHE AND JIM
SHECkELLS. In sad and loving re-
membrane of my dear son. EUGUNE
LIE ROY SHECkELLS. who depa rted
this life three years ago today. April
>. 1913.
Gone in the hest Of his DAYS
RliEhted in manhood's bloom
Torn from the hearts that loved him
To sleep in a silent tomb
Tho depth Of my sorrow no tongue can tell
Al tho loss of one loved 81 we'll
And while he lies in peaceful sleep
His sacred memory shall always keep.
lis not the tears at tho moment she'd
When the cold earth has just been thrown DER
him.
That tells how beloved is the one who is dead
Or how deep in our hearts deplore him.
I laid him away in his silent grave
With teardimmed eyes and broken heart
And little We thought. when In life,
How soon We had TO part.
And now. though the circle is broken
And parting thus ills with pain
We hold glorious token
The bright hopes Of meeting again.
HIS BROkEN-HEARTED MOTHER
ALICE.
SHECkELLS. Sacred to the memory Of
my dear nephew. EUGuNE LIE ROY
SHECkELLS. who departed this life
April ., 1913.
often sit and think Of dear Le Roy
When I am all alone.
For memory is the only friend
That grief call its own.
Although thy hand cannot clasp.
Thy face [ cannot sec.
Still let this little token tell
That remember thee
mo one knows how ] have missed him as I
loved him so dear.
HIS DEVOTED AUNT. GERTRUDE
| RODROCk.
| THOMPSON. In loving memory of our
dear father. F. ELI THOMPSON, who
died one year ago today. April 9. 1915.
With the Savior and the hlest
For the coming of thy loved ones
| To that home of peace and rest.
| I Outlines sigh to thy face,
But since this cannot he
III leave thee 10 the Of Him
Who cares for thee and
| HIS DAUGHTER HATTIE. .
| membrance of my beloved father.
| FRANCIS ELI THOMPSON, who en-
| tered into eternal rest one year ago
| today, April ., 1915.
How changed the life that now | know
From that Of one short year ago,
No dear loved voice hear:
How sad the day and lone the night
No loving father TO greet my sight
| Gods taken all that's dear
| Though dark the world may seem to he.
And lone and lorn its way for me,
1t is not SO, for near my heart
In spirit. love, thou ever art.
| Thro' all my grief and all my tears
And joys pains Of future years,
His ina e still
| Still the love light in his eyes
| That guides, like stars in memory's skies.
Me 10 eternity.
BY HIS LOVING son MYRON.
WILLIAMS. In sad but loving remem-
brance of my dear mother, JULIA
l.. WILLIAMS, who departed this life
thirteen years ago today, April ., 1903.
Thirteen sad and lonely years have passed
Since dea tn strangely bade us part;
Taken above. with God to rest.
But not from my stricken heart
She has entered that blessed home
Beyond this land of woe,
Where trials never come,
Nor tears of sorrow flow.
And day by day I saw her fade.
And slowly pass away.
But in my heart | often prayed
That She might longer stay.
Sweet and peaceful he her rest;
Forget her / can never;
God called her. He knew best,
His will be done forever.
Dear is the grave where my mother is laid.
Sweet is the memory that shall never fade.
Roses may wither, leaves fade and die
Though they forget you, never will /.
Over my heart in the years that have hown.
No love like yours, mother, ever has shown.
Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother oh mother, my heart longs for you!
BY HER son ROBERT.