In Memoriam

On last Friday evening, after the great golden sun had disappeared behind the western hills, when all was still and placid, a heavenly messenger stole softly from the courts of glory and bore on high the beautiful spirit of our beloved friend, Mrs. J. E. Smith.

While our hearts are sad and our eyes filled with tears, we recognize the right of an allwise God, to do as he deems best, even taking those who are dearest to us.

The illness of Mrs. Smith was long and trying, but it was borne with sweet patience and Christian fortitude.

In the relation of wife and mother, she truly exemplified the words of the ancient king: “Her husband safely trusteth in her” and “her children arise up and call her blessed.” As a friend she was always loving, helpful, sympathetic, and in her gentle unassuming way wielded an influence which eternity alone will disclose.

As a Christian she was ever content to see “God’s plans like lilies pure and white unfold. She was indeed ever found “standing on the promises of God.”

Her death. Like her life, was one of peace. It was like the setting sun, bearing an after-glow.

Though this lovely lily has shattered its snowy petals, the fragrance of its memory remaineth with us still.

Our hearts go out in sympathy to the bereaved husband and children. But may we all look beyond this dark moment to a glad reunion on the happy resurrection morn.

One less on earth, its sorrows, it pains, its trials to share.

One less the Pilgrims cross to bear.

One more the crown of ransomed souls to wear.

At home in heaven one more.

C.”