The funeral of little Montie Shannon was one of the most largely attended of any that has ever taken place in Macon:
DEATH'S CRUEL DECREE.
Another Home Robbed of its Sweetest Flower
The words, "Earth has no sorrow which heaven cannot heal," are the sweetest that were ever uttered. In times of distress they serve as an anchor of hope to give consolation when all other balms and panaceas have failed. The workings of Providence are mysterious. Often in the very morning of those we love best we must stand and submit to their taking away by that power originating at Bethlehem and where the words "Suffer little children to come unto me," were born. God giveth and it is He who can taketh away, and though man has every understood this he can but feel that his sorrow is heavier than that of another when death enters the little family circle of which he is head and takes therefrom the brightest link of the golden chain.
It is little Montie Shannon who is this time gone. She was one of the sweetest little children who ever came under the observation of the writer. She looked upon life as a blissful dream; upon her playmates as so many companions borrowed from heaven, and every day to her was a continual round of happiness complete. She was worshipped by her parents. Not a wish that she ever made but what was promptly gratified and no disobedient word ever passed from her lips towards her parents.
She was always prompt at Sunday school services at the Baptist church and never failed to know her lessons. She was one of the most popular pupils of Public school No. 1, and outside the school enjoyed the high esteem of all who ever had the pleasure of her acquaintance.
After a life brief, though so fitful, we know that she is now at rest in that better land where heartaches and partings are no more. Our sympathy goes out sorrow-laden to the loved ones left behind. Farewell, little Montie: "God be with you till we meet again."
DEATH'S CRUEL DECREE.
Another Home Robbed of its Sweetest Flower
The words, "Earth has no sorrow which heaven cannot heal," are the sweetest that were ever uttered. In times of distress they serve as an anchor of hope to give consolation when all other balms and panaceas have failed. The workings of Providence are mysterious. Often in the very morning of those we love best we must stand and submit to their taking away by that power originating at Bethlehem and where the words "Suffer little children to come unto me," were born. God giveth and it is He who can taketh away, and though man has every understood this he can but feel that his sorrow is heavier than that of another when death enters the little family circle of which he is head and takes therefrom the brightest link of the golden chain.
It is little Montie Shannon who is this time gone. She was one of the sweetest little children who ever came under the observation of the writer. She looked upon life as a blissful dream; upon her playmates as so many companions borrowed from heaven, and every day to her was a continual round of happiness complete. She was worshipped by her parents. Not a wish that she ever made but what was promptly gratified and no disobedient word ever passed from her lips towards her parents.
She was always prompt at Sunday school services at the Baptist church and never failed to know her lessons. She was one of the most popular pupils of Public school No. 1, and outside the school enjoyed the high esteem of all who ever had the pleasure of her acquaintance.
After a life brief, though so fitful, we know that she is now at rest in that better land where heartaches and partings are no more. Our sympathy goes out sorrow-laden to the loved ones left behind. Farewell, little Montie: "God be with you till we meet again."
The funeral of little Montie Shannon was one of the most largely attended of any that has ever taken place in Macon:
DEATH'S CRUEL DECREE.
Another Home Robbed of its Sweetest Flower
The words, "Earth has no sorrow which heaven cannot heal," are the sweetest that were ever uttered. In times of distress they serve as an anchor of hope to give consolation when all other balms and panaceas have failed. The workings of Providence are mysterious. Often in the very morning of those we love best we must stand and submit to their taking away by that power originating at Bethlehem and where the words "Suffer little children to come unto me," were born. God giveth and it is He who can taketh away, and though man has every understood this he can but feel that his sorrow is heavier than that of another when death enters the little family circle of which he is head and takes therefrom the brightest link of the golden chain.
It is little Montie Shannon who is this time gone. She was one of the sweetest little children who ever came under the observation of the writer. She looked upon life as a blissful dream; upon her playmates as so many companions borrowed from heaven, and every day to her was a continual round of happiness complete. She was worshipped by her parents. Not a wish that she ever made but what was promptly gratified and no disobedient word ever passed from her lips towards her parents.
She was always prompt at Sunday school services at the Baptist church and never failed to know her lessons. She was one of the most popular pupils of Public school No. 1, and outside the school enjoyed the high esteem of all who ever had the pleasure of her acquaintance.
After a life brief, though so fitful, we know that she is now at rest in that better land where heartaches and partings are no more. Our sympathy goes out sorrow-laden to the loved ones left behind. Farewell, little Montie: "God be with you till we meet again."
DEATH'S CRUEL DECREE.
Another Home Robbed of its Sweetest Flower
The words, "Earth has no sorrow which heaven cannot heal," are the sweetest that were ever uttered. In times of distress they serve as an anchor of hope to give consolation when all other balms and panaceas have failed. The workings of Providence are mysterious. Often in the very morning of those we love best we must stand and submit to their taking away by that power originating at Bethlehem and where the words "Suffer little children to come unto me," were born. God giveth and it is He who can taketh away, and though man has every understood this he can but feel that his sorrow is heavier than that of another when death enters the little family circle of which he is head and takes therefrom the brightest link of the golden chain.
It is little Montie Shannon who is this time gone. She was one of the sweetest little children who ever came under the observation of the writer. She looked upon life as a blissful dream; upon her playmates as so many companions borrowed from heaven, and every day to her was a continual round of happiness complete. She was worshipped by her parents. Not a wish that she ever made but what was promptly gratified and no disobedient word ever passed from her lips towards her parents.
She was always prompt at Sunday school services at the Baptist church and never failed to know her lessons. She was one of the most popular pupils of Public school No. 1, and outside the school enjoyed the high esteem of all who ever had the pleasure of her acquaintance.
After a life brief, though so fitful, we know that she is now at rest in that better land where heartaches and partings are no more. Our sympathy goes out sorrow-laden to the loved ones left behind. Farewell, little Montie: "God be with you till we meet again."
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