Died in Winnfield, January 11, 1908, Ruby Abel, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. P. K. Abel, aged 4 years and 4 months.
The death of this sweet and amiable little girl brought the shadow of dark sorrow to the household of the parents of the lovely little bud whose presence had twined their hearts with the strongest tendrils of love. There was sorrow throughout the whole community in sympathy with the grief-laden hearts of her relatives. Touching and sad, yet beautiful and tender was the tribute of affection, at the funeral ceremonies last Sunday morning, at the First Methodist Church. Six young maidens, just budding into womanhood, bore the white casket up the church aisle and stood around it with bowed heads as the funeral services were performed. Then reverently they bore the casket outside. A great audience thronged the edifice and overflowed into the aisle and doorway, mute recognition of this cloud of sorrow that had fallen upon the community, as Death claimed one of the sweetest flowers of the home circle. Laid to rest in the innocence of her childhood, her presence lingers like the incense of some sweet flower. She was the dew-drop of human life, that glittered in its sparkling purity on the emerald leaf. She was the breath of an angel's pinions that swept in waves of love amid the fireside circle, and then caught up the spotless spirit and took flight into the realms of everlasting joy. Out of the cerulean depths came in loving tones:"Suffer little children to come unto Me and forbid them not, for as such is the kingdom of God."
Published in The Southern Sentinel (Winnfield, LA), Friday, January 17, 1908
The death of this sweet and amiable little girl brought the shadow of dark sorrow to the household of the parents of the lovely little bud whose presence had twined their hearts with the strongest tendrils of love. There was sorrow throughout the whole community in sympathy with the grief-laden hearts of her relatives. Touching and sad, yet beautiful and tender was the tribute of affection, at the funeral ceremonies last Sunday morning, at the First Methodist Church. Six young maidens, just budding into womanhood, bore the white casket up the church aisle and stood around it with bowed heads as the funeral services were performed. Then reverently they bore the casket outside. A great audience thronged the edifice and overflowed into the aisle and doorway, mute recognition of this cloud of sorrow that had fallen upon the community, as Death claimed one of the sweetest flowers of the home circle. Laid to rest in the innocence of her childhood, her presence lingers like the incense of some sweet flower. She was the dew-drop of human life, that glittered in its sparkling purity on the emerald leaf. She was the breath of an angel's pinions that swept in waves of love amid the fireside circle, and then caught up the spotless spirit and took flight into the realms of everlasting joy. Out of the cerulean depths came in loving tones:"Suffer little children to come unto Me and forbid them not, for as such is the kingdom of God."
Published in The Southern Sentinel (Winnfield, LA), Friday, January 17, 1908
Died in Winnfield, January 11, 1908, Ruby Abel, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. P. K. Abel, aged 4 years and 4 months.
The death of this sweet and amiable little girl brought the shadow of dark sorrow to the household of the parents of the lovely little bud whose presence had twined their hearts with the strongest tendrils of love. There was sorrow throughout the whole community in sympathy with the grief-laden hearts of her relatives. Touching and sad, yet beautiful and tender was the tribute of affection, at the funeral ceremonies last Sunday morning, at the First Methodist Church. Six young maidens, just budding into womanhood, bore the white casket up the church aisle and stood around it with bowed heads as the funeral services were performed. Then reverently they bore the casket outside. A great audience thronged the edifice and overflowed into the aisle and doorway, mute recognition of this cloud of sorrow that had fallen upon the community, as Death claimed one of the sweetest flowers of the home circle. Laid to rest in the innocence of her childhood, her presence lingers like the incense of some sweet flower. She was the dew-drop of human life, that glittered in its sparkling purity on the emerald leaf. She was the breath of an angel's pinions that swept in waves of love amid the fireside circle, and then caught up the spotless spirit and took flight into the realms of everlasting joy. Out of the cerulean depths came in loving tones:"Suffer little children to come unto Me and forbid them not, for as such is the kingdom of God."
Published in The Southern Sentinel (Winnfield, LA), Friday, January 17, 1908
The death of this sweet and amiable little girl brought the shadow of dark sorrow to the household of the parents of the lovely little bud whose presence had twined their hearts with the strongest tendrils of love. There was sorrow throughout the whole community in sympathy with the grief-laden hearts of her relatives. Touching and sad, yet beautiful and tender was the tribute of affection, at the funeral ceremonies last Sunday morning, at the First Methodist Church. Six young maidens, just budding into womanhood, bore the white casket up the church aisle and stood around it with bowed heads as the funeral services were performed. Then reverently they bore the casket outside. A great audience thronged the edifice and overflowed into the aisle and doorway, mute recognition of this cloud of sorrow that had fallen upon the community, as Death claimed one of the sweetest flowers of the home circle. Laid to rest in the innocence of her childhood, her presence lingers like the incense of some sweet flower. She was the dew-drop of human life, that glittered in its sparkling purity on the emerald leaf. She was the breath of an angel's pinions that swept in waves of love amid the fireside circle, and then caught up the spotless spirit and took flight into the realms of everlasting joy. Out of the cerulean depths came in loving tones:"Suffer little children to come unto Me and forbid them not, for as such is the kingdom of God."
Published in The Southern Sentinel (Winnfield, LA), Friday, January 17, 1908
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