IN MEMORIAM

A Tribute to the Memory of Mrs.
Wm. Johnson Who Departed
this Life.

Thy way O God is in the sea
Thy path we cannot trace
Nor comprehend the mystery
When we behold thy powerful hand
When earthly hopes destroy
In deep astonishment we stand
And ask the reason why?
Life was real and life was earnest
But the grave is not its goal.
Dust thou are and dust returneth
Was not spoken to the soul

    Truly the above lines were verified when we gaze with tearful eyes upon the placid features for the last time of one whom we know had tried to live out the sentiment "Life was real and life was earnest."  Such was the life of this dear woman just as the sun was slowly sinking, her spirit left its earthly tenement and winged its flight into its great beyond.
    Her days were numbered when the summons came, she answered them without fear, trusting to the last for her Saviour to guide her over the dark river of death then slept so peacefully away into rest.  The Book of Life is closed.  The page is written and sealed so far as the world is concerned and it is well with her.
    The heart-ache and anguish of loving friends, the tears of sorrow will abide until time shall mellow into holy love this grief.  This is a sadness that is dear to the heart, a sadness we will not forget, for it becomes a part of our life and makes sweet the remembrance of our beloved dead friend.  She leaves a devoted companion and seven children as follow: Archie, Chester, Glenn and Mrs. Ray Meyers of Sunny Slope, Roy of Spokane, Ralph of Caldwell and Mrs. Ada Jackson of Woodbine, Iowa; one son having died a few years ago.
    Mrs. Johnson was a member of the Presbyterian church and only a few days before her passing expressed her firm faith in her Savior.  She was a modest, home-loving woman, a devoted wife and mother.  She did more for her country than scores of others who have spent their entire lives in publicity, as she raised to manhood six clean young mean and two splendid daughters.  We can only commend the bereaved ones to the care of a covenant-keeping God.

Farewell, Friend; we in sadness
here in lonely thought stand,
While thy spirit wakes in gladness
In that bright and happy land.

Farewell, Mother, thou has left us,
Never more on earth to dwell;
Much loved Mother, fare thee well

But the summons found her waiting
Glad the angelic throng to swell;
But my heart is sadly aching -
Angel wife, fare thee well!

--Mrs. E. Eleanor Harris