Rains Co. Leader
Nov 18, 1910
Dies Suddenly
Miss Beatrice Faulk, the 14-year-old daughter of Dr.
and Mrs. L. Faulk died very suddenly last Saturday night about 10 o'clock.
She had only been sick about 5 days and her death came as a great shock to
the many friends of the family. Her remains were carried to Yantis
Sunday for burial, where one of the largest crowds in the history of the
neighborhood gathered to pay her the last sad tribute of respect. The
Leader offers its sincerest sympathy to the bereaved parents.
In Memoriam
[In Memory of Little Beatrice Faulk, one of my pupils,
who died November 1, 1910.]
Some one has very aptly said:
"You may break, you may shatter the
vase, if you will,
But the scent of the roses will linger
there still.
This is always true with every beautiful life that has
passed from this earthly stage of existence into the life beyond.
The lovely, intelligent, well behaved, and
sweet-spirited Beatrice whom her classmates and teacher had all learned to
love and respect for her constant fidelity to duty and to every task imposed
on her as a pupil, will no longer take her accustomed seat in the Emory
Public School building, and her voice will no longer be heard in the
recitations and upon the accustomed play grounds; but the exemplary life
which she lived will not soon be forgotten by any of us who knew her.
And while now she is lost to us, she is not wholly lost. As much might
be as truthfully said of her by our Sabbath school, of which she was a
faithful member.
It is not without some degree of emotion and sadness
that I record the fact that she will be missed most at home. It is
heart-rending to give up our children at any time, most of all when they are
taken from us so suddenly and unexpectedly; but as parents we should
endeavor to console ourselves with the reflection that God does all things
well. He makes no mistakes. He never comes to gaither flowers
till they are ready for His uses. After all, there is something to
console us even in the death of our loved ones, for God's Holy Book tells of
the beautiful home prepared in heaven for all that love Him as we believe
that Beatrice did. She cannot return to her loves ones, but they can
go to her.
"O, how sweet to think hereafter when our Spirits
leave this sphere, Love with deathless wings shall waft them to those for
whom we mourn for here."
May our Heavenly Father comfort the broken-hearted parents and loved ones
and help us all to be ready for the summons when we too shall be called to
go.
R.T. Horsley, Teacher