IN MEMORIAM.

Press, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22515, 24 September 1938, Page 1

IN MEMORIAM.

COEY—In fond and loving memory of my dear husband, James Edward (Jim), who passed away on September 25. 1937. He always tried to do his best. His heart was true and tender. Hetqiled for those he loved so dear, Then left us to remember. —lnserted by his loving wife and son, Noel. CRAWFORD—In loving memory ofl James Crawford, w’ho passed away * September 24, 1936. Remembrance is a golden chain That binds us till we meet again. —lnserted by his wife and family. GRAHAM—In loving memory of Frances Jane Graham, who passed away September 25, 1937. In memory ever 'dear, ““kfarnhy by her lovin * husband and —in loving memory of Henrietta Charlotte, who passed away September 25. 1937. Until we meet ‘ again. —lnserted by her loving husband and daughters, Elsie and Doris. In loving memory of my wee “ r °(her, Percy, who died September 25, 1935; aged 5 years. Away in the beautiful somewhere, from all sorrow and pain, J 5 there, when life’s journey is ended, l shall meet you, dear Percy, again. —lnserted by his loving sister. Mavis. —in loving memory of darling ‘“tie Percy, who died September 25, 1835; aged 5 years. A tender chord of memory Is softly touched to-day; L oymg thoughts of you. dear brother, Will never fade away. —lnserted by his sister, Gwen and brother-in-law, George, Petone, loving memory of little Percy, died September 25, 1935; aged 5 years. Whatever else I fail to do, I never fail to think of you. Inserted by his friend. Jack. • PPISK—In loving memory of dear . (“tie Percy, who died September 25. 1935; aged 5 years. Some day. we say. and turn our eyes Towards the fair hills of Paradise, home day, some time, our eyes shall see The face that’s kept in memory. —lnserted by his sister. May, and brother-in-law, George, and family, Worcester street. PRISK—In loving memory of our dear little son. Percival Raymond (Percy), died September 25, 1935; aged 5 years. The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away. Blessed be the Name of the Lord. The little bed is empty now The little clothes laid by; A mother’s hope, a father’s joy, In death’s cold arms doth lie. Go, little pilgrim, to thy home 9? yonder blissful shore; We miss thee here, but hope to come Where thou hast gone before. —lnserted by his loving father and ' mother.