Extracted from The Colfax Chronicle (Colfax, LA)
To the Memory of Eva McGinty.
Eva McCain McGinty was born Nov. 25, 1888, in Winn parish, La., joined the M. E. church South in 1896, when only eight years old, married R. H. McGinty Feb. 11, 1913, and died in Mesa, Arizona, Nov. 16, 1915. Her remains were brought home and interred in Mt. Zion cemetery.
She was the youngest child of J. M. and Tudie McCain, and the long wait for their baby to come back home was very trying on them, and especially on the husband, whose vigil over his dead wife through the intervening days and nights was alone, with no one to give help and encouragement but some passing stranger.
As God in his infinite wisdom has been proper to remover her from us to that beautiful city whose maker and builder is God, we bow in humble submission to His will, knowing that He doeth all things well. While we grieve for her there is comfort in the thought that she is at rest, and all who are faithful to the end will some day realize that eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard, neither hath it entered the heart of man the good things that are in store for them that love the Lord, and the things that we weep over in this life will bring joy in the life to come.
On account of afflictions Eva had been a tender care to her parents since childhood, for which cause they bestowed a labor of love that will cause them to miss her and long for their baby, but we want them to hear ``a great voice out of heaven saying, God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain, for the former things are passed away.'' We know that they were watchful and tender in their care for Eva, but God in His wisdom and love is now doing all things well. When they heard of her death they were expecting her to come home to live, but may they say with David, ``Now she is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring her back again? I shall go to her, but she shall not return to me.'' We can not help but love the personage of our loved ones, and to weep for them is right, but in these hours of deep sorrow the spirit of perfect submission is the only thing that will give comfort.
I extend my sympathy and condolence to all who mourn with me in this sad bereavement.
UNCLE JOHN.
Saturday, December 18, 1915