Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-12-16

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FRYE. In sad but loving remembrance OF
my dearly beloved husband, DAVID FRYE.
December 10 1927.
In the graveyard so far away.
Where the trees so gently wave
Lies the one / loved 40 deafly,
In the lonely silent grave.
Fr2 rom this isn world ri Of Of pain and worry.
COD has taken my husband.
HIS DE Hsf ip WIFE e'f HRnE ESs FRYE
HERFURTH In sad but loving memory Of
m, dear mother. JOSEPHINE ]. HER
FURTH, who departed this life ten years
ago today. December 16 1917.
Often to the graveyard / wander,
Flowers to lay with care
On the grave Of my dear mother.
FREiDA, JAMES AID ARTHUR MILLER.
LOwERY. In loving remembrance of our
dear wife and mother, BEATRICE
LONERY. who died one year ago today,
December 10 1926.
In our hearts your memory fingers,
- - eet. tender, fond and true:
There Is not day. dear mother.
i""' We 40 not '" TIE u FAsSa hiL =.
uear mother JULix 4. KUBiNsoN' Who
passed away two years ago today, Decem-
Be Thou. o Lord etefnaIly blessed
IN my presence mother mas, found rest;
Inc eclsces OF your prayers divine.
With your memorys ever present.
II soHr PRAYERS '' snail he our nope ana stay;
Though ITS been tive TIE Afar fA tSSfiggY :.
SCOTT. In sad but loving remembrance of
our dear mother and grandmother. CARO-
today. December l6, 1928.
HER DAUGHTER. LIZZIE, AND GRAND.
DAUGHTER. MARGARETl
STEELE: 4 tribute Of lexe TO the memory
STEELE. who was transplanted to that
upper garden, so suddenly two years ago
years IL months and Is days.
What would We give to hold your hand
Your dear face lust to see.
Which meant the world TO us.
Often we think of YOU. dear. Lorraine.
Oh this Wod Mod b ssd like E'h hessen
Could we see you smile again.
When evening shades are falling.
And are all alone.
In our hearts there comes longing.
On. IL you couid inst come home,
MOTHER AND DADDY.
Her dear little hands are gently folded
Quiet now the little feet
Brightest eyes are closed forever.
Gone the smiles that were 80 sweet.
SYLVESTER. THOMPSON. In sad but low
and Eraad@cRer MART RI ae2 TaoM nss1sf
who peacefully fell asleep in the arms Of
1925. and our sister. MATTE THOMP-
son son SYLHSEsT1dE;Ra' eight years ago. on
Two long weary years have passed.
:, Since God called mother home;
Hon sad has been our hearts,
Oh, how lonely. our home.
To see her slowly leaving us,
As helpless we stood by
And drained the cup of bitter grief,
""s" we saw ner The HE fxSiLY.
"fr Sssr'f T. 81 PfRor e. vac
nine years ago today. December 10. 1918.
Loved in life. remembered in death.
There, is a face so dear l miss.
Still is the voice ! loved:
God keen her safe with Him until
DEv 81 mee M seTf asS a ahGy6 WHITE
WILLIAMS: In loving remembrance of our
dear mother. FRANCES WILLIAMS. who
departed this life two years ago today De-
cember 16. 1925.
When dark waves of dependency
Across our spirit roll.
And bright-eyed hopes no longer
Seem to cheer our troubled souls:
When friends prove false
And faith and trust seem dead within
| Oh then we think of mother love.
The truest and best.
| We only ask to live each day,
So when life's course is done.
That We may meet you. mother dear.
HEs ca!f ffd RfS0nf DAISY rs sun JOHN AMI
| PINKEY
| YOUNG. In sad but loving remembrance OF
my dear baby. CLARA B. who departed
this life December 10. 1926
l want you. my darling. my darling.
| am tired with care and with fret:
/ would nestle in silence beside you
And all but your presence forget.
In the hush of the happiness given.
To those who through trusting have
grown
To the fullness of love in contentment.
HER MOTHER.
YOUNG. In sad but loving remembrance of
my dear daughter. MAGNOLIA B. YOUNG,
who departed this life one year ago today
December 16. 1926.
Only God knows my loneliness Magnolia
And how long has been this year;
How | tried to hide the sadness,
And to check the lonely tears
/ have had my year of sorrow.
l am suffering the awful loss,
But for the sake of Jesus
| Will try to bear my cross.
What matters though life is dreary,
As i tread the path alone.
II when my Journey is ended
In heaven i shall meet my own.
Too sweet to live. too loving to stay,
So God sent an angel and took her away.
YOUR LOVING MOTHER. EMILY B.
| EUBANK.