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From: Lisa Perry <>
Subject: [MOMONROE] NBC: Davis
Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2002 19:25:49 -0500


Undated article; original source unknown. Extracted from the newspaper
article collection started in 1879 by Mrs. Nannie Brown of Madison,
Missouri.



In Remembrance of Tom Davis.



"As the evening shades were slowly gathering and the mantle of night was
stealing around us a precious life was fast ebbing away. A dear, sweet
boy, who by his own careless hand took his own precious life. Oh how
sad, how can we ever forget Saturday night, Feb. 6, 1897. We wonder why
our darling Tom had to leave us, when he was just budding into manhood,
when life seemed so fair and sweet to him. He was loved and honored by
all, a bright, noble, free-hearted boy, the pride and joy of his home.
He always had a smile and a word for everyone. Such a comfort and help
to his dear old father and mother.

Oh how we miss his smiling face and cherry face. It seems so hard for
us to give him up, but God knows best. He called dear Tom from this
world of care and sorrow, joy and pleasure to a brighter, sweeter home
on high. His last words we shall never forget, even now we hear his
dear voice bidding us goodby and not to weep for him. He was not afraid
to die. Oh what a comfort to us to know that our boy left us with a
smile on his face and naught but peace and contentment in his young
boyish heart. Then weep not dear ones for him, (death) is something
that will surely come to each of us sooner or later. Our days are
numbered here on earth. Then father, mother, sister, brother may you be
as willing to go when you are called as dear Tom was.

May you live from this day - that when God bids you come you will find
your Angel brother at the pearly portals bidding you welcome home,

Dearest Tom thou hast left us,

For a brighter sweeter home;

Oh how our hearts are aching,

And for you we sadly mourn.

Our eyes are dim with weeping,

And we are so sad and lonely,

But we know you are at rest,

So far from the ones who love you best.

There is a vacant chair,

A remindence every where,

Of the one we love so well,

Oh who could we ever tell.

The love we have for him.

There is sadness everywhere.

There is no joy any where.



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Kathleen Wilham

2 Sharon Drive

Shelbina, MO. 63468-1562






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