On Monday night, Sept. 19, the Death Angel visited the home of Mr. B.S. Evans and bore the soul of his son away to God who gave it.
David had Epileptic fits ever since he was only about four years old and died with fits.
The deceased was born February 17, 1899, making his stay on earth 22 years, 7 months and 1 day.
David was a good boy, and he leaves to mourn their loss a heart-broken father, stepmother, seven brothers and four sisters and a host of relatives and friends.
He was laid to rest in the old family burying ground on Sept. 21 amid a large crowd of sorrowing friends and relatives.
May we that are bereaved bow in humble submission to the will of Him that doeth all things well. May we realize as Paul of old, “To live is loss, to die is gain for God’s little ones.” May we purpose as the Psalmist David did in the loss of his child, he can’t come to us, but we can go to him where there will be no parting, no pain, but where all is joy and love eternally.
Now at last has come the message.
Brother dear must take the flight.
But not until he tells his loved ones:
All with him and God is right.
Earth for me has no attraction,
For the Heavenly Host I see
Beckoning joyously until me,
Saying, David, Thou art free.
A precious one from us is gone,
A voice we loved is still,
A place is vacant in our home
That never can be filled.
Written by a heart-broken sister From The Smithfield Herald, Oct. 24,1921
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