The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1919-11-07
IN MEMORIAM.

wreckage of the plane
IN MEMORIAM.
In sad but loving remembrance of my
died at Camp Meade one year ago Oc-
tober T. 1918
The month of October again is here
To me the saddest of the year;
Because it took from me away
My dear husband one year ago.
cannot forget you, dear
Though long may seem the years
And often in the lonely hours,
I wipe away the tears
A happy home we once enjoyed,
How sweet the memory still;
But death has left vacant chair
The world can never I'LL.
Dear Ellis, when the roses are in bloom
And the trees in beauty wave
We will gather some flowers
And place them on your grave.
By his devoted wife, Lille y. Harrison.
daughter Emma Hershey Galatlne VINO
died October ID, 1918 and my beloved son,
Charles Il. Hershey, who died November
8, 1915
Sad and sudden was the call
Called from this world for q peacefui
Called by God who knowest best.
Nobly at their place they stood
Our daughter and son both kind and
Loved by all their friends so we'll
And kind to all they knew.
| often sit and think of thee
When l am all alone
For memory is the only thing
That grief can call its own.
l. and ID months have passed away
Our hearts still sore aud sad today
As time flies on we miss you more
in sleep you lie in peace to rest
The pairing was painful but God knew
By the family, Mrs. John Kroh.
| In loving remembrance of my dear hus-
| band, Charles It. Hershey who departed
this life one year ago, November 9, 1918.
Only few lines dear husband
TO Say I will never forget
I The happy years we spend, together
/ For the memory lives with me yet
cannot understand why I had to part
! With him whom L loved so dea1
/ But God who doeth all things well
Will some day make 1t clear.
into sweet rest he has entered d.
No more to wake or to weep
| he Is smiling upon me from Heaven
/ For my darling has fallen aslet)
by his loving wife, Virginia Hershey.
'
mother, Anna Margaret Little, who de-
parted this life six months ago today
May o. 1919.
May she rest i'm Jesus keeping
Once our home was bright and happy
With tender mothers care;
Now every place so sad and lonely
For our dear mother is not there.
/ The Lord only. knows my sorrow and
grief
And tie pain Of my stricken heart,
Since that morn when dear mother was
taken away
And with the loved one 1 had to part.
! The light of our home and life has gone
And in sadness we wonder along,
For our true and upright mother
Has gone to tnat great unknown.
Heaven retaineth now, my treasure
Earth alone her casket keeps,
And | love- yes, love to Iinger
Where my darling mother sleeps.
Onr mothers troubles all are past,
Her pains disturb no more;
But Jesus in His arms at last.
Bore her TO Heavens bright shore.
How can we think that she is gone,
Our dear mother whom we loved so
well;
How can it be that such a flower,
No more with us can dwell.
Some may think Ill soon forget her,
And my wounded heart be healed;
They but little know the sorrow
That lies within my heart concealed
A sacred place that's hid from mortal eyes
Dwells strong and pure a love for you
dear mother,
And a love which never dies.
was with you dear mother till the very
In my arms held your dying head
And I heard the last sigh from your poor
Oh severe vas the shock that you were
dead
Mothers dear face is ever before me-
| Seems | feel her hand in mine,
And the sweet look that she always gave
Still fingers, yes, within my mind
There is one who loves and still will lin
! TO tie spot where you are laid;
| Who will come and scatter flowers,
! On the grave that Christ has made.
| miss her. mourn her i'm silence unseen
/ And dwell on the memories Of joys that
have been
Ghkn95wiH and forgotten by some she may
! But the grave that contains her is
\ Sacred TO me-
Rest on dear mother thy 9bors are DER,
Thy willing hands win Toll no more:
& faithful mother, both true and kind.
! a truer mother you could not find.
But oh, beyond this shadow land,
\ Where ali is bright and fair,
I know full well dear mothers hands
| VIII palms Of victory bear.
! ~ lSIC CIySldl sLIeQIllS tuIOuSn eHuleSS
Flow over golden sands,~
And where the old are young again
TIL clasp my dear mothers hands
Was not death gain to her,
Whose life to God was given?
Gladly to earth her eyes she closed
To open them In Heaven
Her tolls are past her work is done
And she is fully bIest,
She fought the fight the victory won
And entered into rest
Gone with her Saviour the Father above
Gone with the One she talked 30 much Or
Gone with her Maker who her many years
bleSt
Gone to that Home to take her sweet
rest.
Then let our sorrows cease TO flow
God has recalled His own;
But let our heart in every woe
Still say Thy will be done.
Gone but not forgotten
by her devoted son, o. Edward Little
| In loving remembrance Of Helen Beaver
who. departed this life one year ago, No
vember 1, 1918.
She is blooming i'm Gods garden,
Among the lilies fair;
4 God saw she was too good for EARTH
4 10 tranEDlanted her T1D thnrn