Dekalb County AlArchives Obituaries.....Roberts, Willie J. May 10 1895
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The Fort Payne Journal, Wednesday, May 1, 1895
In Memory of Willie J. Roberts
The angel of death visited the home of Mr. and Mrs., May 10th, 1895, and laid 
his blighting hand upon little Willie, aged 14 years.

He was working at the Fort Payne Basket Factory and accidently [accidentally] 
was caught in a belt and very badly mangled up.  He lived about three hours 
after the fatal accident, but never murmured; he bore his suffering patiently.  
His last words to his mother was, "mama I am alright."  What more can we wish?  
We know he is at home with his dear Savior. 

The flower budded here to bloom in Heaven.  He was always good and obedient to 
his parents, as a playmate he was good and agreeable, he was never caught in 
bad company, and his companions all loved him.  How we all miss his bright, 
sweet presence.  He was the central figure of home.  It is very sad to think of 
the little fellow leaving home healthy and happy, (perhaps thinking of the 
bright future that lay before him) and being brought home in that awful 
condition.  But God knows best.

To the sorrow sticken [stricken] parents we would say, 'weep not as those that 
have no hope, for little Willie is not dead, but sleepeth in Jesus.  He is done 
with the trials and troubles of this world.  The conflict of life is over.  The 
conflict of the Savior's life, which swept around the cross, has left its light 
of glory, as a token around the throne of the completeness of happiness and of 
the surcease of the flood of sorrow and storms of life, to those who trust in 
the promises of the Savior."

On a gentle rising knoll, where gleam the white marble pillars which serve to 
mark the last resting place of humanity, is the old cemetery.  There in a new 
made grave lies the body of little Willie, to sleep in peace till the last 
trumpet shall awake him to the resurrection of the just.

He leaves a kind father, a loving mother, four sisters, two brothers, and a 
host of friends to mourn his sad death.  May the holy spirit comfort them in 
their sad bereavement.

	Onward, upward draw our footsteps,
		Reassure our hearts with love,
	Make our trial help us heavenward,
		Til the day break from above.

	A precious one from us is gone,
		A voice we loved is stilled;
	A place is vacant in that home,  ( some appears to have been uncopied)


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