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Mrs. Margaret
Richardson Conroe, born in Washington, D. C., April 22, 1846, responded to
the Father’s call Sunday, 4:15 p.m. April 19, 1896. In her youth and fair
beauty she united her heart and life with Captain Isaac Conroe of Long
Branch, N. J. and they came to make a home in Texas some thirty years ago. A
sister and brother in Washington, a sister in Utah. Captain Conroe, a son,
and two daughters, are left to realize a sorrow unknown before to know how
much one life can be to the dears ones. During sixteen long months of
suffering the uncomplaining patience, the brightness with each one was
received who approached her bedside was remarkable. To the sorrow stricken
husband, the devoted son and daughters whose constant and unfailing care did
so much to lighten her suffering the sun is darkened, the golden circle that
held them all is broken. A noble soul has parted from its earthly tabernacle
which so many hearts loved and clung to. If ever a mortal soul won its way
to Heaven by deeds of love and kindness, then indeed her’s is among the
blest. How many long night watches, soothing the suffering. How many times
tenderly closing the eyes of those whose spirit has left their earthly
tenements. How many times consoling the mourners like an angel of mercy, as
well as rejoicing with the glad, only the Recording Angel can tell. Nobly
she fulfilled the Saviour’s words: “I was a hungered and ye gave me meat. I
was thirsty and ye gave me drink. I was a stranger and ye took me in, naked
and ye clothed me.” The pulse that has ever quickened with generous emotions
is stilled, folded lie the hands that have never lost an opportunity to
relieve the burden of sorrow, to bless and comfort the afflicted, closed are
the eyes which ever beamed in kindness in mercy to the erring as well. To
the stricken husband, whose home death has robbed of his life-long
companion, to the son and daughters whose unfaltering devotion and
unwearying care so nobly repaid the tenderness lavished upon their infancy,
we pray God be with thee; God comfort thee as no earthly voice can. To the
sisters and brothers and the many dear friends who lived in her warm
remembrance and who will so sadly mourn her loss, we commend a Saviour’s
loving kindness. May it comfort you to know her sweet spirit is waiting for
you “just over there.” |
