Obits:  The Ouachita Telegraph 1874 Obits, Morehouse parish excerpts
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The Ouachita Telegraph
Friday, April 3, 1874
Page 3, Column 2
DIED,
 Near Oak Ridge, La., 14th of March, 1874, WILLIE MILES, daughter of
J.W. and A.C. Miles; aged 4 years.
"There is no flock, however watched and tended,
 But one dead lamb is there;
There is no fireside, howsoever defended,
 But has one vacant chair."
 Truly Death is no respecter of persons.  Even those who are in the
freshness and loveliness of childhood wither at his tough.  Mysterious
and hard appeared his ruling when a lovely child, a darling little girl,
that had just dawned upon our homes and hearts was snatched away the
other eve, before indeed her mission in the world was known to any save
to Him who hath ordained all things and knoweth the end from the
beginning.
  "So fades the lovely blooming flower,
 Sweet, smiling solace of an hour."
 Little Willie Miles is dead — died at the home of Mr. Willis Madden,
near Oak Ridge, Morehouse Parish, La., on Saturday 14th inst.  A bright
and beautiful little girl of only three summers, the elder of two as
interesting children as it was ever our lot to meet, the idol of her
parents, the pet of the household, indeed of all who knew her.  It
seemed hard to give her up.  Born at Trenton, La., the former home of
her devoted parents, Mr. J.W. and Mrs. A.C. Miles, she had lived on Oak
Ridge but a few months, but long enough to be known and loved by many.
She was sick but a few hours before her death, (probably from
congestion,) and then sweetly fell asleep in Jesus.  She was the sunbeam
of her circle.  Born under the hallowed influences of a Christian home,
she had early learned from her mother to list "Our Father who art in
Heaven," and to sing "Oh! How I love Jesus!"  Truly, O God, "out of the
mouth of babes and sucklings thou has perfected praise."  Some who were
unreached by others were touched and melted by the purity and melody of
the life and lips of this precious little child.  But she is gone!  Yet
she has only returned to her Father and our Father.  The sunbeam has
sought its source — returned to "the Father of light."  The family
circle is broken here, but it is forming there.  Amid the stillness
drops the words from the lips of Heaven, "Himself hath done it all."
Precious rosebud!  Not blighted and blasted by death, only transplanted
into the realms of fadeless beauty.  Not "perished," only removed beyond
accident and injury, toil and tears, our loss her gain!  We "mourn not
as those who have no hope!"  Mother!  Thou has enriched Heaven with one
of thy jewels."  God hath placed your treasure where He would have your
heart.  The "many mansions" have welcomed the shining spirit.  The
bright-winged birdling nestles now in the bosom of Jesus.  Let us also
be ready.  We all have treasures there — loved ones gone before.
Over the river they beckon to me.
 Loved ones who've crossed to the other side;
The gleam of their snowy robes I see.
 But their voices are lost in the rushing tide.    G.B.E.
  Atlanta Index, please copy.

The Ouachita Telegraph
Friday, September 4, 1874
Page 3, Column 1
 The Bastrop Republican comes to us draped in mourning for the death of
Eugene McFee, Esq. formerly editor of the Dispatch, and a rising young
lawyer of Bastrop.