Iowa
Old Press
Sioux City Journal
Sioux City, Woodbury County, Iowa
Tuesday, May 17, 1904
Page 5
FUNERAL OF MRS. EMILY MALLORY
Last Sad Rites are Impressively Administered
The solemn ticking of the church clock was the only sound which
broke the silence for a moment, then the sweet strains of
"Nearer, My God, to Thee" floated out over the bank of
greens and lilies and roses and over the casket in which reposed
the mortal remains of a mother in Israel. The funeral of Mrs.
Emily Mallory was held yesterday afternoon at 2:30 o'clock at the
First Presbyterian Church. The pastor, Rev. D. S. Willis
McFadden, conducted the services. The choir was composed of C.
Roy Tyler, Horace Barr, Miss Lucy Kent and Miss Beatrice Morey.
The pall bearers were H. A. Johns, D. L. Pratt, Jonathan W.
Brown, T. A. Black, J. M. Pinckney, and C. W. Jackson. A large
number of friends of the family, particularly the older residents
of Sioux City and members of the First Presbyterian church, were
present. The employees of the Warfield-Pratt-Howell company, with
which L. W. Mallory, only son of the departed woman, is
connected,
attended in a body. After the choir had sung, Dr. McFadden read
from the words of Paul of the deep faith which is in all
Christians concerning the resurrection, "If in this life
only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most
miserable...For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and
this mortal must put on immortality."
The ticking of the clock could be heard above and between the
distinct words of the minister, such a solemn hush pervaded the
church. Dr. McFadden then spoke earnestly and eloquently of Mrs.
Mallory's long and
useful life, of her example and her achievements. All his words
were directed to the thought of the mother. She had been a good
mother, the best friend on earth. She had lived a life of good
deeds and had been gathered into the kingdom full of years,
peacefully and sweetly. At the end of the services the cover of
the couch casket was quietly put back, and there lay the good old
mother, calmly sleeping. There were tears
in the eyes of all who gazed, but they were not the bitter tears
of disappointment and of agony for a dear one cut off in the
midst of life's work. All felt that the sleeper had finished her
task and had earned her
rest. And so, as she lay there among the flowers the drops of
grief which fell were but the natural manifestations which come
at parting for mortality. Mrs. Mallory was laid beside her
husband in Floyd cemetery. The rain was falling steadily from
leaden skies, but a white marquee had been spread over
the grave, and the casket was lowered into a bed of flowers, with
blossoms and green grass all about.
Seldom have the floral tributes been more numerous or beautiful
than those sent by friends of the family for the funeral of Mrs.
Mallory. They included many chaste pieces of the florists
handiwork, among them being four from the employees of the
Warfield-Pratt-Howell company.
[submitted by P.H., Jan. 2004]