Eunice Tuggle

Eunice Tuggle

Little Eunice Tuggle, twenty one months old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. J. R. Tuggle, closed her eyes in slumber, Monday evening at nine o'clock, after suffering ten days with stomach trouble, and was buried on Thursday.

"And Oh, when aweary, may we be so blest,
And sink like the innocent child to rest,
And feel ourselves clasped to the Infinite breast."

This beautiful baby girl was so precious, so frought with blessing to her parents that she seemed a flower of Paradise, permitted to bloom by their side for a short time, then recalled to its nature skies, leaving the earth road for them sad and lonely, indeed. And when the messenger came from the unseen lands to claim this dainty darling as his own.

"She only crossed her little hands,
She only looked more meek and fair,
We parted back her silken hair,
We wove the roses round her brow,
White buds, the summer's drifted snow,
Wrapt her from head to foot in flowers
And thus she went out of this world of ours."