BEDFORD WEEKLY MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 21, 1900 OBITUARY. Some words which were spoken at the funeral of Schyle Zachary Duncan, age four months, and nine days, who died Dec. 15, 1900. "Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set – but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death." -Heamans Thus sang one, of the reign of death, of the uncertainty of life. And this time it is not manhood taken in the decay or maturity of its powers, nor youth in its strength and vigor, but childhood, upon which death has fallen as fell frost on some opening bud; for little Schyle came and lingered as a ray of sunshine for a short time to gladden heart and home, and then passed on, beyond life's pain and sorrow, beyond its trouble and anxiety, to be in the eternal Home, gathered of the good Shepherd, for it is the common belief of Christendom that childhood so passing away, passes on to more perfect conditions of life into the enjoyment of the blessedness proposed of God for man through Christ. Thus the little family group is broken in its forming, the visible number is decreased, but remains the same for that one which God has taken is of the family still, only passed to the other side to remain there as a tender memory not to be effaced with the passing years, for in the embrace of faith, the mother, the father may hold the glorified form of the child, as about His throne and waiting their coming. Christ turned and said to the sorrowing women of Jerusalem, as they followed him to Calvary: "Daughters of Jerusalem weep for yourselves and your children." So we might say, "weep not for the child, it is we that need the tears, not he." The thorns his feet shall never press nor his heart now the weariness of life's way. He who wept with the sisters at the grave of Lazarus, and mingled His tears with theirs, has sympathy for the sorrowing of earth, and can help when all is dark. As the disciples at the death of John the Baptist went and told Jesus, so we can take to this life's sorrows. Knowing he is able through the element of sorrow he weaves into the fabric of life, to beget glory to himself, and enrich the heart and life of them thus called to sorrow by his all sufficient grace.