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Show Died! Today. Vcrict In Conuntiuoratloii ol the Death of Mnrlln livatu lhllls Well known miJ much beloved Inn city of the wnt. A laily tiled and sotrowlut; l'rlciuU ly her down to rett. A lender tie, one ioltly mH, I nevcred now In twa'p, nli.e mi jyi Heal nelghtrar Her like I may ne'er enjoy jiln, Tho I ml, oh moit torcly Iter Trlcudty mile nnd word, Twere belter for to luve enjoyed And lost, than not mch neiKhbor knowed My litter! My only tUtert And a manly form It bowed, You werealmoil pcrfcel lu my eyei, He ai 1, unthlnkinir ol the crowd, All the teudertUlerly caret Von luliiUteredon my head. You.were an Ideal aliter, 'flila man between creit toba tald. bhe left nothing undone for her mother, The preacher told them then, And every heart knew it w true And loithwllh alghed amen, l'or all there knew the love and clucr Hhe brought to Men her mother's declln Ing day, Untelttih and brave an Ileal child You may heard her audi pialie. My wi.'el and drawn with grief, A man'a pale lace we aec. And therein read a Ion to great livery Hue defecta Us mUery. She wa a wife In very deed, ' 1'atlcul and loving In every It lat An Ideal wife he knew. A mother? Yea, nnd worthy, Worthy of that sacred name, A sweet and holy tie blndi her And will lead her children to her again Ah mother love purcat That mottalt can potiex. An Ideal mother who would not live And tulfer If such eulogy They might Indeed imprest . It the dead? Ah, yet, hut how tweet To die with no blemith on thy name And In the memory of the hott These arethlngt for jouthey claim An ideal wife, an ideal mother, An ideal titter and friend. The world aa better because of thee Our Iom mutt be thy gtln. Time ol alt th- healct't thou art The only aura relief. Thou wcarctt away the tharpett itlng Caned in the heart of grief. Hut, thou dost leave the good Tohoier round ui tllll Itt Influence to Imprett the loved ones Wander where they will, Mas, Owen Stewart. |
