Evening star., 1919-04-26
In Nemoriam.

PHELPS. In loving remembrance OF our h..
loved mother. JULIA A. PHELPS. who died
four years ago today. April 26. 1918.
tod called her home. it was His will
But in our hearts we love her still.
Her memory is as fresh today
As In the hour she passed away.
Though you're gone. you're not forgotten.
And your place can never he hlled.
We will keep your memory cherished
Until our hearts In death are stiiled.
BY HER CHILDREN.
F1ocToH. Sacred e the ne%s.y s,,.ro% ., my ,c.s
departed this life April -. 1891. snd SARAH
y. PROCTOR. Novembr< ~ 1903.
Always remembered aud never forgotten hy me-.
THEIR DEVOTED DAUGHTER Aba.
RoBERTS. In loving remembrance Of my dear
wife. REBDC(A WARREN ROBERTS. whs
departed this life two year. ago today. April
28 1917. She has Joined the dear ones who
have preceded her TO tie evergreen shore.
yet she is not SO far away from the be-
rraved ones earth life. the following
beautiful lines she wrote through the med-
umshp OF Mr.. Pierre L. o. A. keeler, will
indicate:
Forget thee; n to dream BY night. and muse
on thee by day:
II ell the worship deep and mild poets heart
II prayers in absence breathed for thee. a
thousand in an hour:
II hu'y n fancy blending thee with all ny fu-
II this thou rairH ''Forssttins, - thea. isdeed.
would he forgot.
Not otherwise.
The stars cc.e up ss 10 in grasd rsvis~.
Then softly sink away:
And days and wesis and moaths asd years
To play upon onr sight.
Then lose again Prom cur bewiidered view
n, r.Hrgc. slwsyc 'c%.Jns,. N = rx d:y; Sonrp,.
The Beloved Dead Not Iost'' 10 the title
of foilowiuU heau ful hv \
Esliou. published in the Progressive
Thinker. Chicago. III.
Speak thou no sad and long farewell
To friends that close their eyes in death;
! To no far realm they go to dveil,
when yielding up their mortal breath.
Yes: true; above earth's vale they rise
triumphant 10 q higher sphere:
| Yet not far OF beyond the skies.
! Nor sundered from their loved ones here.
Nor does soul love that made earth bright.
Faiter and fade. grow weak and din.
On that celestial plane Of light.
As II twere but Q movtai whin.
The gates Of heaven present no hsr
10 loves swift wings of free return:
Nor is the journey for them far.
When for earth's treasured ones they yearn.
| Nay. that sweet gift. entwining love.
Most precious boon to nsortsls given.
| 10 still supreme In realms sbeve-
The purest, nobiest JOY Of heaven.
That impulse Joining ssui % soul.
In this terrssfrial, mortal sphere,
! When reaching its immortal goal.
| ls tenf0ld stronger there than here.
BY HER HUSBAND. W. A. ROBERTS.
SMITH. In loving remembrance of my dear
| wife, JAMIE SMITH, who entered into rest
one year ago tsday. April %. 1918.
Some day we shall understand.
When We meet again In . better isnd
| 70, ro@ don dont know the .e,rov to b left sisne
! Sleep on. dear jamie. your labor Is DER
ionr loviag hands shall toll no more;
A faithful wife. loving and kind.
i A hat Ill A~A
HER DEVOTED HUSBAND. CHARLES n.
SMITH s1IThrpI AND DAUGHTER. CLEMENTISE
soRRELL. In sad but loving remembrance
OF our dear mother and grandmother. JOSE
| PHINE sORRRLL. Who departed this life
two years ago today. April -. 1917.
Although two years have passed away
Since from US you have gone;
Yet. mother. We miss you every day.
n1vS!Ep s. SsssHTEs ssa II s'sisi And SON. MAMIE
AND HARRY.
Oh. God. what a weight Of sorrow
- Must we, the lonely ones. bear;
The silent room, the empty bed.
T.nderIy nursed and cared for her
Trying ~ vain to restore her health;
This would have been worth an empire.
For her life to was more than wealth.
AND HENRY
Oh. how your boy has missed you
Throughout the two long years;
Here since the day i kissed you
Bidding goodbye through the tears.
Dear mother. watch above me,
| Keeping your boy In the right,
| To never forget and to love thee
So long n the day follows night.
By HER ONLY AND DEVOTED SON DOC.
A happy home We saee eajeyed.
| Howsswcet your memory still.
But death has left q lonssemeaess
This world can never all.
DEVOTED son AND DAUGHTER. ROSE
When crystal stresns through endless ysers
Flow over golden sand,
/, And where the old are young again.
1 I'll clasp my mothers hand
BY HER LOVING DAUGHTER BELLE.
Time moves VITA rapid pace,
A. years succeed each ether
But tine or changes can ne'eF eRaee
Sweet memories Of grandmother.
| HER LONELY GRANDDAUGHTER AGNES
| STU1EGE1. In loving remembrance Of sur
! dear son and brother. PHILIP J. sTUHEN-
ER, Jr. (PeteD, who entered into rest ten
years age today. April %. 1909.
Guarded and kept BY the Savior.
Victor s'sr death and the grave:
We know our son and brother is sweetly
| sleeping
In Jesus the mighty to save
HIS DEVOTED FATHER. MOTHER AND
| SISTERS.