In Memoriam.

Trout—Died, in Roanoke, Va., Feb. 14 th, 1894, of consumption, Miss Flossie Trout, age 16 years, 10 months and 16 days. Now a lonely home is stricken with sadness, and bowed in deep sorrow. After many weary months of pain and suffering, her pure soul took its flight. Christ’s gentle finger touched her –and she sleeps. The veil has been drawn aside, for her, and she has passed in to join the eternal white robed throng, and quaff the fragrance of those fadeless flowers that garland the immortalities of the Master’s kingdom.

She had not made a public profession of faith in Christ, but left many evidences that she loved Jesus, and is now at rest. She lived long enough for the world to learn how beautiful and sublime was her soul –making no great display—but simply believing in Christ, and proving her faith by works. She loved the Sabbath school and the sanctuary of the Lord, but the Savior wanted her closer to Him, and has taken our loved away from us. She was the light of the household; most lovable in disposition; so generous, noble and true; too pure for earth. Yet, we ask why should she be taken? One so young and lovely, just on the threshold of womanhood, with such a life of usefulness before her. We cannot know now. But we shall know some sweet day, when we have answered the summons and gone up higher.

Her universal deportment had touched and left its beautiful impress upon many hearts, as was evinced by the throng that gathered to pay their last sad respects to her remains. During her illness she was patient and resigned, and gave evidence to all that death had for her no sting. In her last moments calmly she kissed her devoted mother, sisters and little brothers goodbye, asking each one to meet her in heaven. Dear Flossie, thou art gone from us, one we all loved. But we must not think of her as dead, but at rest in the home of the redeemed, to await the coming of loved ones. Grieve not, but meet her in heaven.

F. G. S.