Obituary of J. A. Paul, LaSalle Parish, Louisiana


Copied and Submitted by :Kathy LeMay Kelly, P.O. Box 219, Trout, La. 71371

From The Jena Times - Olla Tullos Signal;
Micro Film at the LaSalle Parish Library, Located in Jena, LaSalle Parish, La.
July 3, 1926


Many Thanks to The Times - Signal for allowing the following to be added to
the Archives.
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IN MEMORY OF MR. J. A. PAUL

On Sunday, May 30, 1926, at 3:07 p.m., the Angel of Death invaded the home of
Mr. J. A. Paul and took from our midst the devoted father and companion.

Mr. Paul was born August 12, 1854 and was 71 years, 9 mo. And 18 days of age
at the time that God called him home. He leaves a true wife, three children
and six grandchildren, one brother and a host of relatives and friends to
mourn his demise.

He was a christian man, having joined the Methodist church far back in his
early manhood. He was a devoted husband, loving father and a trusted friend.
He was loved and respected by all who knew him, and his death was the source
of the greatest sorrow. We know that we can not remove the pangs of distress
that affect his loved ones. We may be able to brush away a tear, but we cannot
surplant it with a smile. All we can do is to record our love and express
avowals of sympathy to those who stager beneath the fearful blow that has
fallen upon them. The only perfect Book tells us that we shall live again.
That promise is sweet to us. It tells us of a heavenly home where every
consecrated soul that suffered here may rest among its flowers and live and
love forever.

When death came we followed him to that beautiful Forest Cemetery and in the
narrow grave his body was placed. The earth was heaved upon the coffin and the
mound of the grave was covered with flowers. As i rode by and looked my heart
was heavy to think we could never see his face and hear his kind words, for he
is resting in the City of the Dead. His form is beneath that flowery mound,
and to those who mourn we can but say that every heart in his community beats
in sympathy for you.

"Look up, O. ye ones of sorrow, 
   Beyond the limits God hath set,
When its appointed work is past,
   In joy thou shalt thy grief forget.
Where sorrow's plowshares hath 
   swept through,
The fairest flowers of life shall
   spring
For God shall grant thee life anew;
   And all thy wastes shall laugh
     and sing,
Hope thou in him, for his promises
   are true."

His niece
Maude Gilmore