On the morning of October 31, 1905, the death angel visited the home of Mr. and Mrs. Hill and took there from one of its brightest lights and transplanted it in the home beyond - their son Joe who had suffered from sickness for some time.  All that kind hands and skilled physicians could do was done for him.  But God thought beat to call him home.

 On the day following many relatives and friends followed him to the cemetery wheere the body was laid to rest.  Joe was nineteen years of age.  He leaves a father, mother, sisters, one brother and many other relatives and friends to mourn their loss. He embraced a hope in Mt. Zion church some years ago.

 How sad to think that he is with us no more on earth!  But one glorious thought is that we bare a hope meeting him beyond this veil of tears where perilous is no more.  He is now filling his seat around the dazzling throne on high.  Let say to all who knew him and to the bereaved family, to so live that when the death summons shall bid us come up higher, we can heal the welcome voice, "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away; blessed be His holy name."
 
 Joe is gone but not forgotten:
      His voice we loved is still,
 His place is vacant in our home,
      Which never can be filled.

 For now he dwells among the angels,
      Far beyond this vale of tears:
 While our hearts are almost broken,
      By the loss of one so dear.

 Oh ye weary, sad and tossed ones,
      Droop not, faint not by the way!
 We shall join the loved one
      In that land of perfect day.

 Harpstrings, touched by angel fingers,
      Murmur in my rapturous ear:
 Everywhere their sweet song lingers
      "We shall know each other there."
                                              LENA HANNA