My mother, Jane Morris Estrada.
January 26, 1895
The Daily Herald
“God doth His own in safety keep, ‘He giveth His beloveth sleep.’”
Miss Clara Lopez, who departed this life last Sunday morning, in Asheville, No. C., to which place she had gone for the benefit of her health was the third daughter of Mr. and Mrs. L. Lopez, of this city.
Miss Clara was one of Biloxi’s most charming young ladies. She was universally popular, and “to know her was to love her.” Her “passing away into that great beyond” has plunged many hearts into deepest grief. She was in her twentieth year—just entering upon womanhood—when that “Reaper, whose name is Death,” came “with his sickle keen,’ for the brightest and best of earth’s flowers.
“’My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,’
The Reaper said, and smiled,
‘Dear tokens of the earth are the, Where He was once a child.’”
And so he bereft an earthly home, this fair blossom so brightly adorned, that she might be transplanted “in fields of light”—“God’s own garden spot.”
For “not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day,
‘Twas an angel visited the green earth
And took the flower away.”
Miss Clara was richly endowed with pleasing attributes of both mind and body—beauty of form and face, a clear, quick intellect, amiable disposition and Winning manners—and was quite a favorite in the social circles in which she moved, and, though God has called her into that “perfect rest for the soul,” away from parents and friends, away from sight and sound, she yet makes glad the “dear old halls of memory,” and—
“To live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die.”
‘Ther is no death. The stars go down
To rise upon some fairer shore;
And bright in Heaven’s jeweled crown
They shine forevermore.
“There is no death. An angel form
Walks o’er the earth with silent tread
He takes our best loved things away
And then we call them ‘dead.’
“And when he sees a smile too bright,
A heart too pure for taint or vice,
He bears it to that world of light
To dwell in Paradise.”
The remains of the deceased were interred in the Biloxi cemetery last Tuesday evening. The funeral cortege moved on foot from the Lopez residence to the Catholic church, of which Miss Clara was a member, where appropriate services were held by Rev. Father Blanc. About a thousand people were in attendance at this sad ceremony. A number of young ladies, of the society of the Children of Mary, walked beside the bier of their former comrade, attired in “garments of pure shite.” The pall bearers were Messrs. Wm. Wachenfeld, Wm. T. Harkness, Emile Barre, Wm. Cousans, Henry Clark and Louis Harvey.
To the sorrowing parents, sisters, brothers and other relatives of the deceased, the Herald offers its sincere sympathy. “She is not dead, but sleepeth.”
The Harkness Family and the Lopez/Dulion Families were family and friends back in the old days. Two of their descendants are friends today even though we live far away from Biloxi – me and Sue Giamo.
January 14, 1893
The Daily Herald
“If the gentleman who lost his upper teeth under the Herald office stairway, during the holidays, will pay for this notice he can recover the lost property by calling on Pete DeJean, at Little Gem saloon, who has the aforesaid teeth in his possession.”
“John R. Harkness, the old reliable builder has the contract fort he erection of a two story building on the corner of Lameuse and Pass Christian streets, which, when completed, will be occupied by Mr. Herbelin, who has recently moved here with his family from Covington, La.”
John R. Harkness was my maternal great great grandfather.