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Death of Mrs. GivensThe sudden death of Mrs. Y. C. Givens last Sunday came as a very sad shock to her many friends in Unity.To her bereaved husband, “Doc,” as he is familiarly known, his many friends have offered consoling words in their feeble way, but 0, ’tis so hard for him to accept them.Ioc was never too busy or tired to give his fellow man advice, or offer words of consolation in time of consolation in their bereavements. Though he has the sweet assuranceto believe that the soul of his dear wife is anchored in the haven of restand his, too, will be if he will only let the spirit of God the Father of all be the captain of his ship of life across the stormy and mighty deep sea of time, and after the voyage is made he can say, as did the poet of oldt“And won’t that be a happy meeting.”In conclusion I will contribute a few verses of poetry in memorium, they are as follows:Dove is and was my Lord and King, And in His presence T attend To hear the tidings of my friend, Which every hour his couriers bring.Love is and was my King and Lord, And will be, tho’ as yet I keep Within his court on earth, and sleep Encompassed by his faithful guard.*And hear at times a sentinel Who moves about from, place toplace,And whispers to the world of space, In the deep night, that all is well.And all is well tho’ faith and form Be sunder’d in the night of fear; Well roars the storm to those that hear ;A deeper voice across the storm.Proclaiming social truth shall spread And justice, even tho’ thrice again The red fool-fury of the Seine Should pile her barricades with dead,■But ill for him that wears a crown, And him, the laggard, in his rags: They tremble, the sustaining crags; The spires of ice are toppled down.And molten up, and roar in flood;The fortress crashes from on high, The brute earth lightens to the sky, And great Aeon sinks in blood.And compassed by the fires of Hell; While thou, dear spirit, happy star, O’erlook’s’t the tumult from afar, And smilest, knowing all is well.A FRIEND AT UNITY. —-o -No Hearsay Evidence.A rural magistrate, listening to the testimony of the witness, interrupted him, saying:“You said that you made a perma-sonal examination of the premises. What did you find? ,“Oh, nothing of consequence,” replied the witness. “'A beggarly account of empty boxes,’ as Shakespeare says.”“Never mind what Shakespeare said about it,” said the magistrate. “He will be summoned to testify for himself if he knows anything about • the case.”—London Tit-Bits.
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LaGrange Reporter
Lagrange, Georgia, US
Fri, Mar 07, 1913
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