Evening star., 1918-01-31
In Memorism.

hA11ou1. Sacred 70 ths nspcry ef ny q.
ents.sd iatc rest seven years ago today. Jsan.
Seven years. have passed. our hearts are stt1
A. tine I'd fi.. ON -. mis-. him more.
Hs sleeps We leave him in pesce 70 rest,
Inc ns VS. SISTER. s.Rs anne n, iS' 3. .1 BEcKns.
BARKER. In sad but loving remsmbranes sf
who died one year ago today, January 81.
1917. Anniversary mass at st. Dominic's
Church.
Our eyes with tears wet.
Oh, Arthur. how we love you!
And love cannot forget.
Sleep on. darling Arthur:
Oh. how sweet to breathe your namA
In life we loved you dearly.
In death we do the same.
You suffered much. you murmursd n0e
Until at last. with broken hearts.
By his IoviSa faS fSs ras; MorHER HER. rArnrn AND
SISTER.
our dear son and brother, fHOMAS W. BIN.
NIX; @ who died three year, rs aEo % tcdsy; w January
BIRCH. Sacred to the memory Of our belovsd
daughter. VIOLA. MAY BIRCH. who ., sntsrsd ss,s
Gone. but not forgotten.
BY HER MOTHER AND FATHER
BRANDENBURG. In sad but loving remein-
brance of dear mother and grandmothers
IDA V. BRANDENBURG, who died one yeai
ago today. January 81. 1917.
Just one year ago today.
In the land of rest and peace,
The gates of heaven opened,
"Ae'' ''f 'e s By THE FAMILY.
The month Of January once more is here.
To the saddeSt Of the year, I.
Because 1t took from me away
BY HER GRANDSON GILBERT.
BUCKLEY, In sad and loving remembrance Of
my dear husband. EDWARD F. BUCKLEY.
ary 81. 1916 BY HIS WIFE.
CONRAD. In sad but loving remembrance Of
dear brother. HARRY c. CONRAD. who
as toby. January ,r 81. isl7. at Ssadlns. Pa.
Gone. but not forgotten.
BY HIS LOWING BROTHEn AM SISTER,
CONRAD. In sad but loving remembrance Of our
parted this life suddenly one year ago today.
January 81, 1917. BY HIS SISTERS.
dear daughter. ETHEL THOMAS CYRUS, who
departed this life i've years ago today. Janu-
ary 81. 1918.
'Tis sweet to be remembered, T.
And pleasant It's to find. I
Although you may be absent,
You still are kept IL In MIND MIND ,,oruu, q
HARRIS. In sad but loving remembrapce ef
our dear husband and son, ROBERT HARRlSs
who died year ago today, January H.
1917
Through all his suffering at times he smiled.
A smile of heavenly BIRTH
And when the angels called him home.
He smiled farewell to earth.
BY HIS LOVING WIFE. JOSEPHINE HARRIS.
AND MOTHER, HENRIETTA HARRIS.
JEFFERSON. Departed this life January 81.
1913: i've years ago today MAMMlE a. 'Ef.
Gone but not forgotten.
BY HER DEVOTED HUSBAND. EDW. JEF.
FERSON. AND SISTERS.
MINOR. In sad but loving remembrance Of my
dear. wife. SADIE SANDONIA MINOR. who
departed this life one year ago today, January
81, 1917.
Dearest one. how we have missed you
In this year just rolled by;
Since you left US sad and lonely
For your home up In the sky.
Though you are gone you're not forgotten.
And your place can never be filled;
We will keep your memory sacred
Until our hearts in death are stflled.
BY REV. NATHANIEL MINOR.
PRICE. In sad but loving remembrance Of our
devoted mother. Mrs. CATHERINE PRICE,
who departed this life three years ago.
January 81, 1915.
O Thou from whom all goodness flows.
In ali my SORROWS. conflict and woes.
Thou didst remember
By HER DEVOTED CHILDREN.
RICHARDS. In sad but loving remembrance Of
our dear father. MORRIS RICHARDS, who
departed this life three years ago today,
BY HIS LOVING CHILDREN. .
EI11fs. In sad but loving remembrance Of
WILLIAM SIMMS. who died one year ago to-
day. January 81, 1917.
William, thou art gone, but not forgotten,
Eros sha he
For as long as there is memory
/ shall always think of thee.
By HIS DEVOTED MOTHER, NARY v.
SWAN.
TURNER. In memory Of CARY SVEN TUR-
NER.
Two sad years have passed
Since last we saw your face,
But you left to remember that
None on earth can I'LL your place.
WHITE. In loving remembrance Of my dear
mother, JULIA WHITE, who died year
ago. January 81, 1917.
Whose love can equal the love of a mother9
Whose the devotion. SO loyal and truef
Who suffers so much with Joy for another?
Who works with such pleasure mother
for you?
You hail with delight the friendship of others;
You revel in love Of the sweetheart you've
won:
Yet when do you find a friendship like mothers.
Unbroken till death calls and life's work is
done? J. R. WALSH.
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