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."
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:
DEATH'S CRUEL DECREE.
Another Home Robbed of its Sweetest Flower