OBITUARY
source: St. Landry Clarion (Opelousas, La.)
1890-1921, April 11, 1903, Image 1
Charles F. Garland has gone to the undiscovered country. After a lingering illness of some six weeks, his soul passed from life to death on Sunday evening, the 5th inst., at midnight's holy hour. He was a many-sided man. A born optimist, he was as genial as May, as generous as Autumn. He was absolutely fearless - indifferent alike to pain and suffering. His courage was as open as day. He always fought in the open. He would have made an ideal soldier, in the whirlwind of the charge, where men become iron with nerves of steel. He would have proven valueless had he had to beleaguer and enemy or sap a mine. His generosity was unbounded. He spent his money with the prodigality of a spendthrift. Endowed by nature with a robust constitution, made of iron, as it were, he was careless of sunshine or of rain, and laughed at these elements. This indifference to self hastened his untimely end. But the fearlessness which had characterized his entire life never for a moment forsook him. With an insiduous malady sapping his vitality, reducing his magnificent proportions to a mere shadow, dying, as it were, upon his feet, he never complained.
When he took to his bed, from which he was destined never to arise, he maintained his usual optimism, his indifference to pain, his uncomplaining sublimity. In response to the inquiries from relatives and friends as to his condition, his reply always was, "I am all right." And he was "all right." He had fought the good fight, had never sounded a retreat, and when "the pallid messenger with the inverted torch" beckoned him forward for the inevitable hour, he met his advance with more than a hero's courage - with the fortitude and resignation of a Christian.
The last rites of the church had been administered him. All impurities in his nature had been washed away. His soul, clad in garments whiter than snow, was prepared to take its place by the side of the great white throne of his Maker from whence it came.
"The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord."
And this is the consolation the writer tenders his aged parents and grief-stricken relatives to drive from their hearts, if he can do so, the great sorrow that is now upon them.
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2nd. OBITUARY
source: The Opelousas Courier. (Opelousas, La.) 1852-1910, April 11, 1903, Image 1
Died, at his father's residence near Opelousas, Sunday night, April 5th, 1903, Charles F. Garland, aged 46 years. Deceased was the oldest son of Capt. and Mrs. Henry L. Garland; a prominent member of the Opelousas Bar, well known and popular throughout the parish. While not an office-seeker himself, he always took a prominent part in politics, and will be sadly missed by a large circle of friends, who will mourn his untimely demise in the prime of life. His sorrowing family have the deep sympathies of the COURIER in their sad bereavement.
source: St. Landry Clarion (Opelousas, La.)
1890-1921, April 11, 1903, Image 1
Charles F. Garland has gone to the undiscovered country. After a lingering illness of some six weeks, his soul passed from life to death on Sunday evening, the 5th inst., at midnight's holy hour. He was a many-sided man. A born optimist, he was as genial as May, as generous as Autumn. He was absolutely fearless - indifferent alike to pain and suffering. His courage was as open as day. He always fought in the open. He would have made an ideal soldier, in the whirlwind of the charge, where men become iron with nerves of steel. He would have proven valueless had he had to beleaguer and enemy or sap a mine. His generosity was unbounded. He spent his money with the prodigality of a spendthrift. Endowed by nature with a robust constitution, made of iron, as it were, he was careless of sunshine or of rain, and laughed at these elements. This indifference to self hastened his untimely end. But the fearlessness which had characterized his entire life never for a moment forsook him. With an insiduous malady sapping his vitality, reducing his magnificent proportions to a mere shadow, dying, as it were, upon his feet, he never complained.
When he took to his bed, from which he was destined never to arise, he maintained his usual optimism, his indifference to pain, his uncomplaining sublimity. In response to the inquiries from relatives and friends as to his condition, his reply always was, "I am all right." And he was "all right." He had fought the good fight, had never sounded a retreat, and when "the pallid messenger with the inverted torch" beckoned him forward for the inevitable hour, he met his advance with more than a hero's courage - with the fortitude and resignation of a Christian.
The last rites of the church had been administered him. All impurities in his nature had been washed away. His soul, clad in garments whiter than snow, was prepared to take its place by the side of the great white throne of his Maker from whence it came.
"The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord."
And this is the consolation the writer tenders his aged parents and grief-stricken relatives to drive from their hearts, if he can do so, the great sorrow that is now upon them.
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2nd. OBITUARY
source: The Opelousas Courier. (Opelousas, La.) 1852-1910, April 11, 1903, Image 1
Died, at his father's residence near Opelousas, Sunday night, April 5th, 1903, Charles F. Garland, aged 46 years. Deceased was the oldest son of Capt. and Mrs. Henry L. Garland; a prominent member of the Opelousas Bar, well known and popular throughout the parish. While not an office-seeker himself, he always took a prominent part in politics, and will be sadly missed by a large circle of friends, who will mourn his untimely demise in the prime of life. His sorrowing family have the deep sympathies of the COURIER in their sad bereavement.
OBITUARY
source: St. Landry Clarion (Opelousas, La.)
1890-1921, April 11, 1903, Image 1
Charles F. Garland has gone to the undiscovered country. After a lingering illness of some six weeks, his soul passed from life to death on Sunday evening, the 5th inst., at midnight's holy hour. He was a many-sided man. A born optimist, he was as genial as May, as generous as Autumn. He was absolutely fearless - indifferent alike to pain and suffering. His courage was as open as day. He always fought in the open. He would have made an ideal soldier, in the whirlwind of the charge, where men become iron with nerves of steel. He would have proven valueless had he had to beleaguer and enemy or sap a mine. His generosity was unbounded. He spent his money with the prodigality of a spendthrift. Endowed by nature with a robust constitution, made of iron, as it were, he was careless of sunshine or of rain, and laughed at these elements. This indifference to self hastened his untimely end. But the fearlessness which had characterized his entire life never for a moment forsook him. With an insiduous malady sapping his vitality, reducing his magnificent proportions to a mere shadow, dying, as it were, upon his feet, he never complained.
When he took to his bed, from which he was destined never to arise, he maintained his usual optimism, his indifference to pain, his uncomplaining sublimity. In response to the inquiries from relatives and friends as to his condition, his reply always was, "I am all right." And he was "all right." He had fought the good fight, had never sounded a retreat, and when "the pallid messenger with the inverted torch" beckoned him forward for the inevitable hour, he met his advance with more than a hero's courage - with the fortitude and resignation of a Christian.
The last rites of the church had been administered him. All impurities in his nature had been washed away. His soul, clad in garments whiter than snow, was prepared to take its place by the side of the great white throne of his Maker from whence it came.
"The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord."
And this is the consolation the writer tenders his aged parents and grief-stricken relatives to drive from their hearts, if he can do so, the great sorrow that is now upon them.
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2nd. OBITUARY
source: The Opelousas Courier. (Opelousas, La.) 1852-1910, April 11, 1903, Image 1
Died, at his father's residence near Opelousas, Sunday night, April 5th, 1903, Charles F. Garland, aged 46 years. Deceased was the oldest son of Capt. and Mrs. Henry L. Garland; a prominent member of the Opelousas Bar, well known and popular throughout the parish. While not an office-seeker himself, he always took a prominent part in politics, and will be sadly missed by a large circle of friends, who will mourn his untimely demise in the prime of life. His sorrowing family have the deep sympathies of the COURIER in their sad bereavement.
source: St. Landry Clarion (Opelousas, La.)
1890-1921, April 11, 1903, Image 1
Charles F. Garland has gone to the undiscovered country. After a lingering illness of some six weeks, his soul passed from life to death on Sunday evening, the 5th inst., at midnight's holy hour. He was a many-sided man. A born optimist, he was as genial as May, as generous as Autumn. He was absolutely fearless - indifferent alike to pain and suffering. His courage was as open as day. He always fought in the open. He would have made an ideal soldier, in the whirlwind of the charge, where men become iron with nerves of steel. He would have proven valueless had he had to beleaguer and enemy or sap a mine. His generosity was unbounded. He spent his money with the prodigality of a spendthrift. Endowed by nature with a robust constitution, made of iron, as it were, he was careless of sunshine or of rain, and laughed at these elements. This indifference to self hastened his untimely end. But the fearlessness which had characterized his entire life never for a moment forsook him. With an insiduous malady sapping his vitality, reducing his magnificent proportions to a mere shadow, dying, as it were, upon his feet, he never complained.
When he took to his bed, from which he was destined never to arise, he maintained his usual optimism, his indifference to pain, his uncomplaining sublimity. In response to the inquiries from relatives and friends as to his condition, his reply always was, "I am all right." And he was "all right." He had fought the good fight, had never sounded a retreat, and when "the pallid messenger with the inverted torch" beckoned him forward for the inevitable hour, he met his advance with more than a hero's courage - with the fortitude and resignation of a Christian.
The last rites of the church had been administered him. All impurities in his nature had been washed away. His soul, clad in garments whiter than snow, was prepared to take its place by the side of the great white throne of his Maker from whence it came.
"The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord."
And this is the consolation the writer tenders his aged parents and grief-stricken relatives to drive from their hearts, if he can do so, the great sorrow that is now upon them.
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2nd. OBITUARY
source: The Opelousas Courier. (Opelousas, La.) 1852-1910, April 11, 1903, Image 1
Died, at his father's residence near Opelousas, Sunday night, April 5th, 1903, Charles F. Garland, aged 46 years. Deceased was the oldest son of Capt. and Mrs. Henry L. Garland; a prominent member of the Opelousas Bar, well known and popular throughout the parish. While not an office-seeker himself, he always took a prominent part in politics, and will be sadly missed by a large circle of friends, who will mourn his untimely demise in the prime of life. His sorrowing family have the deep sympathies of the COURIER in their sad bereavement.
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