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Show MARGARET NOME IS IN I0AH0 Vns nu llnrly Settler of Lehl nnd llodj Was llrought Here for Ilurlal. Mrs. Margaret McOmle, widow of tho late Peter McOmle, died n Rox. burg, Idaho, Thanksgiving day, nt tho homo of her daughter, Mrs. John U Thomas. Sho had been nlllng for several years from Drlght's disease. Tho body was brought to Lehl for burial, and funeral services were hold In the Tabernacle. Joseph Anderson presided and was ono of tho speakers. The other speakers were Ktlwnrd Southwlck, R. J. Whipple nnd A. R. Anderson. M. S. Lott gave tho emon. ing prayer and Josoph Klrkhnm .tho benediction. A nuartetto, composed of Misses Mldrctl Karl, Leonn Taylor, Alta IJatomnn and Ruth Knight, gavo tho musical numbers. Mis. McOmle and her husband were among the early, settlers of Lehl, where sho lived until about eight or ten years ago, slnco which time she has been living with her children In Arizona, Salt Lake mid Idaho. She was born In Ireland, July 12, 1838, Sho Is survived by the following children: Mrs. John L. Thomas of Roxburg, Idnho; Mrs. Michael Ryan of Wind River. Wyoming; William Me Omle or Los Anilmltns, Cnl., Mrs. O. A. Crlsmon of Salt I-ixe; Robert Me Omle of Provo Bench, and Alex Me Omle of Prescott, Arlaona. William Wil-liam la an agricultural supcrln. tendent for n sugar company, Hob. ert Is a school teacher, and Alox Is on tho faculty at tho Arizona Agri. Clilturnl CViIIpcp. Her son Robert composed tho fol. lowing poetry which wiib read at the funeral by Kdward Southwlck: A Tribute to Mnlher Mother, dear, your soul has fled Hnck to your God's great home Hack to your sphere from whence you came To dwell before tho throne. Wo'll miss you, O, how we'll miss you! For all your tender cure, For all your kindness and your lovu For your Judgment so matchless and fair. What u strong soul has left us What n character full of worth; You've nobly served your matter Whllo dwollng on tho earth. Llko tho flower planted In spring. time, Maturing to blossoms nnd reeds, Casting fragrance and sweetness around it Inspiring to noble deeds. So your life so grand, yet so humble, Has Impressed to such u degree That your children will ever rcinem. ber Until again your fncu they see. O, mother, how sail Is our parting! Wo'vo loved you so long you know; Hut death itself you feared not How sublime It Is thus to go! Hy such fnlth tho grim death sleep Shall no longer our souls dismay, And through Christ's blcfcsed atone. ment Will bring ressurrertlon day. |