Sunday, July 29, 2012

To Know her was to Love Her

Montie Shannon

Montie Shannon, eldest child and only daughter of Mr. Wm. W. and Mrs. Ellen O. Shannon, was born at Sharon, Tenn., Oct. 9, 1884, died in Macon, Miss., Tuesday morning, Jan 20, 1897.

Montie was an exception of a child.  She was obedient and loving to her father and mother, yea, with sweet devotion to "papa and mamma," to "brother" and "little brother," she cared for their comforts regardless of her own.

"She was a favorite among all her relatives," were the words of her uncle as we went to lay the casket of her body beneath the snow covered ground to away the resurection (sic) morn.

Montie was generous and sweetly disposed towards all her associates and school mates, indeed, towards all who knew her--to know her was to love her.

Dear little Montie was so punctual in the Sunday school, so ready to answer her teacher's questions and the general questions after the clases. (sic)  She was one of the most attentive and appreciative listeners to whom the pastor preached, drinking in the sweet gospel truths, feeding upon the words of eternal life.  And i it indeed true, that this life, so young, so appreciative, so sweet, so pure, has gone from the home and hearts she loved so dear never to return?

Yes, ah, yes, too true, fond parents, but your loss and ours is her eternal gain.  In great grief her father said: "home will never seem like home anymore," But Jesus said "I go to prepare a place for you." --a home where sweet little Montie dwells, and where you, dear "Papa and Mama, " shall be, for she cannot return to you, but you can go to her, sweetest of all consolations.  "We shall meet our loved ones gone, some sweet day, by and by."

"Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for such is the kingdom of heaven."

"She has gone in the Springtime of life,
Ere her sky had been dimmed by a cloud,
While the rapture of love is yet ripe,
And the hopes of her youth were embowed.
From the lonely who loved her too well;
From the heart that had grown to her own;
From the sorrow which over her fell,
Like a dream of the night she had flown;
Aand (sic) the earth hath received in its bosom to rest,
Our dear little Montie, for we know she is blest."

And now, bereaved parents, I would, as your pastor, commend you to God; "that you may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need;" that you may have the help and consolation of His holy word and ever blessed spirit; That ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope, for if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him."

"Sleep in Jesus! blessed sleep,
From which none ever wake to weep:
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes."
G.C. Johnson.

Mr and Mrs. Shannon's youngest child, a boy eight or nine months old has been very ill.  The cup of sorrow seems never to be full.

The funeral of little Montie Shannon was one of the most largely attended of any that has ever taken place in Macon:
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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