Las Vegas Age, December 21, 2003, Clark County, Nevada Copyright © 2003 Gerry Perry This copy contributed for use in the USGenWeb Archives. ************************************************************************ USGENWEB ARCHIVES NOTICE: These electronic pages may NOT be reproduced in any format for profit or presentation by any other organization or persons. Persons or organizations desiring to use this material, must obtain the written consent of the contributor, or the legal representative of the submitter, and contact the listed USGenWeb archivist with proof of this consent. The submitter has given permission to the USGenWeb Archives to store the file permanently for free access. http://www.usgwarchives.net ************************************************************************ LAS VEGAS AGE 10/28/1911 DIED DELAMETER: At the Las Vegas Hospital in this city, Monday, October 23, 1911, Miss Ethel DELAMETER, beloved daughter of Mr. and Mrs. J. A. DELAMETER, aged 24 years, 10 months and 23 days.The Angel of Death hovered uncertainly about the suffering one for several days following an operation for appendicitis, before finally giving the summons to cross the dark river. There had been a faint hope at times that the loved one might be spared, but in vain. Miss DELAMETER was born in Mojave, Kern County, Cal., Dec. 1, 1886. She was a young woman apparently in the best of health, charming, cultured and full of life and vivacity. She had but recently joined her parents in this city, having been a passenger on the ill fated ship Santa Rosa when wrecked off the California coast, and her death comes as a severe shock to her parents, who were rejoicing in her presence. The funeral was held Wednesday afternoon at the Methodist Church and the remains were laid to rest in the Las Vegas cemetary. The funeral was attended by the Masons, who met at the hall and marched in a body to the church, and by a large concourse of sorrowing friends. The floral tributes were many and beautiful, the casket being entirely banked by the masses of beautiful blossoms. The funeral sermon, preached by Dr. PALMER, was especially beautiful and fitting and we print it in full below. The music was furnished by the choir and consisted of the immortal old hymns which bring comfort to the suffering hearts. Dr. PALMER spoke as follows: "Scripture reading, Ps. 121. Text I Cor. 13:12, "Now we see in a mirror, darkly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know fully, even as also I was fully known." There is much in life that we see imperfectly. Paul did not refer to the mirror of today, but to the burnished metal surface which gave back but a very indistinct reflection. There is much in life we would see but cannot. Our understanding is limited. We measure(?) the distance to the stars, compute the weight of the sun, analyze chemically the life about us, and sometimes lift our heads in pride because of our wisdom and power, yet, when it comes to the great life principles we are ignorant and helpless. No human wisdom can produce a blade of grass or fashion a grain of wheat. No mortal hand can change the color of a rose petal or make ????? ???? of a lily. Whenever you stop to think of our limitations we become more truly conscious of the fact that there must be wisdom and power above our own. Today a flood of questions comes upon us. Why is it that one in the strength of young womanhood, with all of life's possibilities for loving and serving before her, is taken, while so many who are old and feeble and to whom life apparently means so little, are left. Our questions are unanswered. Our only solice is that we see as in a mirror, darkly, but then face to face. Now we know in part, but then shall we know fully, even as also we are fully known. Reason tells us that He who sees from the beginning to the end, can plan our lives better than we can plan for ourselves. He whose power created a universe is able to hold us even in the hollow of his hand. He who cares for the sparrow and paints the lily will never be unmindful of the child created in his own image. There are times when it is hard for us to avoid the feeling that God's dealings are cruel. Were it possible for the flowers to speak as the gardner tears up the soil about the roots, breaking many of the tender rootlets, cutting off here a leaf, there a blossom or perchance a branch; I fancy that the flower might cry out at the cruel treatment, but the gardner knows that he is simply preparing the way for more beautiful life. With our partial understanding we cannot see just how God's plans work out but sometime we shall know fully. This much we know, we are in the hands of one who is too wise to err and too good to be unkind. It is hard for us to wait the unfolding of the divine plan. Like a child waiting for the flower to open, we become impatient. We want to see and understand now. "But not today; Then be content poor heart. God's plans like lilies pure and white unfold; We must not tear the close shut leaves apart, Time will reveal the calyxs of gold. And if, through patient toil we reach the land Where tired feet with sandals loose may rest, When we shall clearly know and understand, I'm sure we then will say 'God knew the best.'"