Cone, Gaither Little
Died, Sept. 2, little Gaither Cone, eldest child of Mr. and Mrs. W. Ross Cone, and was laid to rest in the Masonic cemetery of this place. It is with feelings of the deepest sadness that we tender our condolence to the parents and relatives of the little one. Especially does our heart go out to the young parents, for this is the dark hour of their Gethsemane.
The Father has taken their first born. Hearts bowed down, look up, the hour is dark, but the hand that has sent this cross for you to bear will not leave you alone, for he promised never to leave or forsake you. He will wipe away your tears, and in His own good time will teach you to say: "thy will be done." For remember, in all your afflictions, he is afflicted. Though your darling has said his last goodnight, and knelt at your knee and lisped his last prayer, he is not lost to you, but only transplanted to the garden of Heaven, there made perfect. As he said, "Grandpa, when I'm an angel I will part the clouds and look down and smile on you." this was his own sweet thought.
When the gates are lifted ajar methinks he will be the first to give a glad welcome to each of his loved ones as they gather home.
Little Gaither was one of the brightest boys I ever knew. He had a quick and witty answer for every question put to him. His watchcare over his little sister was perpetually wonderful for one so young. He was so manly . . . wonder that he was the idol of the family?
His grandparents and aunts worshipped him, but with all this love to make life sweet and smooth for him, God has taken him to his home, I would not say to you, grieve not for your loved one, for I know every pang, but your loved one is sweetly resting in love stronger than yours.
"I take the little lambs," said He, "An lay to my breast. In me they shall find perfect rest, in me be ever blessed." From a Friend
Weimar Mercury, September 11, 1897
Died, Sept. 2, little Gaither Cone, eldest child of Mr. and Mrs. W. Ross Cone, and was laid to rest in the Masonic cemetery of this place. It is with feelings of the deepest sadness that we tender our condolence to the parents and relatives of the little one. Especially does our heart go out to the young parents, for this is the dark hour of their Gethsemane.
The Father has taken their first born. Hearts bowed down, look up, the hour is dark, but the hand that has sent this cross for you to bear will not leave you alone, for he promised never to leave or forsake you. He will wipe away your tears, and in His own good time will teach you to say: "thy will be done." For remember, in all your afflictions, he is afflicted. Though your darling has said his last goodnight, and knelt at your knee and lisped his last prayer, he is not lost to you, but only transplanted to the garden of Heaven, there made perfect. As he said, "Grandpa, when I'm an angel I will part the clouds and look down and smile on you." this was his own sweet thought.
When the gates are lifted ajar methinks he will be the first to give a glad welcome to each of his loved ones as they gather home.
Little Gaither was one of the brightest boys I ever knew. He had a quick and witty answer for every question put to him. His watchcare over his little sister was perpetually wonderful for one so young. He was so manly . . . wonder that he was the idol of the family?
His grandparents and aunts worshipped him, but with all this love to make life sweet and smooth for him, God has taken him to his home, I would not say to you, grieve not for your loved one, for I know every pang, but your loved one is sweetly resting in love stronger than yours.
"I take the little lambs," said He, "An lay to my breast. In me they shall find perfect rest, in me be ever blessed." From a Friend
Weimar Mercury, September 11, 1897
Cone, Gaither Little
Died, Sept. 2, little Gaither Cone, eldest child of Mr. and Mrs. W. Ross Cone, and was laid to rest in the Masonic cemetery of this place. It is with feelings of the deepest sadness that we tender our condolence to the parents and relatives of the little one. Especially does our heart go out to the young parents, for this is the dark hour of their Gethsemane.
The Father has taken their first born. Hearts bowed down, look up, the hour is dark, but the hand that has sent this cross for you to bear will not leave you alone, for he promised never to leave or forsake you. He will wipe away your tears, and in His own good time will teach you to say: "thy will be done." For remember, in all your afflictions, he is afflicted. Though your darling has said his last goodnight, and knelt at your knee and lisped his last prayer, he is not lost to you, but only transplanted to the garden of Heaven, there made perfect. As he said, "Grandpa, when I'm an angel I will part the clouds and look down and smile on you." this was his own sweet thought.
When the gates are lifted ajar methinks he will be the first to give a glad welcome to each of his loved ones as they gather home.
Little Gaither was one of the brightest boys I ever knew. He had a quick and witty answer for every question put to him. His watchcare over his little sister was perpetually wonderful for one so young. He was so manly . . . wonder that he was the idol of the family?
His grandparents and aunts worshipped him, but with all this love to make life sweet and smooth for him, God has taken him to his home, I would not say to you, grieve not for your loved one, for I know every pang, but your loved one is sweetly resting in love stronger than yours.
"I take the little lambs," said He, "An lay to my breast. In me they shall find perfect rest, in me be ever blessed." From a Friend
Weimar Mercury, September 11, 1897
Died, Sept. 2, little Gaither Cone, eldest child of Mr. and Mrs. W. Ross Cone, and was laid to rest in the Masonic cemetery of this place. It is with feelings of the deepest sadness that we tender our condolence to the parents and relatives of the little one. Especially does our heart go out to the young parents, for this is the dark hour of their Gethsemane.
The Father has taken their first born. Hearts bowed down, look up, the hour is dark, but the hand that has sent this cross for you to bear will not leave you alone, for he promised never to leave or forsake you. He will wipe away your tears, and in His own good time will teach you to say: "thy will be done." For remember, in all your afflictions, he is afflicted. Though your darling has said his last goodnight, and knelt at your knee and lisped his last prayer, he is not lost to you, but only transplanted to the garden of Heaven, there made perfect. As he said, "Grandpa, when I'm an angel I will part the clouds and look down and smile on you." this was his own sweet thought.
When the gates are lifted ajar methinks he will be the first to give a glad welcome to each of his loved ones as they gather home.
Little Gaither was one of the brightest boys I ever knew. He had a quick and witty answer for every question put to him. His watchcare over his little sister was perpetually wonderful for one so young. He was so manly . . . wonder that he was the idol of the family?
His grandparents and aunts worshipped him, but with all this love to make life sweet and smooth for him, God has taken him to his home, I would not say to you, grieve not for your loved one, for I know every pang, but your loved one is sweetly resting in love stronger than yours.
"I take the little lambs," said He, "An lay to my breast. In me they shall find perfect rest, in me be ever blessed." From a Friend
Weimar Mercury, September 11, 1897
Inscription
Grieve not for me; but with patience wait; My darling loved ones;true. For I will be at the Beautiful Gate, waiting and watching for you.
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Son of Mr & Mrs W R Cone
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