Arkansas City Daily Traveler
Arkansas City, Kansas
Friday, September 6, 1889
Page 4
Memoir
Sarah North was born June 17th, 1827, departed this life, September 3rd, 1889, aged 62 years, 2 months, 16 days. She spent her girlhood in Fairfield county, Ohio, came to Indiana in 1848 and was married to John Pingry the following year.
They have walked side by side in marriage for thirty-nine years and four months, sharing in the hardships incident to pioneer life in the dense forests of Indiana. There were seven children born to them, to whom the mother's life was thoroughly devoted and consecrated. Whatever may have been lacking in their devotion and fidelity - hers never failed. We may have betrayed her in the reciprocation of our love, but she always loved. Truly, we had a great and good mother; not great in what the world sometimes calls greatness; not great in literary attainments, but great in heart and service. Her simple goodness of heart closed the mouths of critics, even the most fastidious, and made her most attractive and beautiful. Her life and character were a beautiful illustration of sacrificing for others. No work so arduous nor task so great that she was unwilling to perform. It seemed to be her constant study how best to contribute to the welfare of those about her. Her happiness consisted in making others happy. Mother's life was laid upon the alter of service. She died a martyr for her children and friends. Her health was been failing gradually for two years past. About one year ago the disease that finally resulted in her death made its appearance. Her sufferings have been great and yet she has borne them without a murmur. A few days before she died she called the children to her bedside and exhorted them to be good and meet her in heaven. May the good Lord so direct it. It was the privilege of the writer to be present with the deceased in her closing hours. A more beautiful death was never recorded than hers. The wick burned gradually down to the socket and being consumed, was extinguished without an effort. Just a 9 a.m. the messenger came, that no human power can turn away. But it found her ready. She answered gladly to the call.
And now we lay her away to rest. Well hast thou earned it. 'Tis hard to give thee up. Yet for they sake and for the love we bear toward thee, we will emulate thy spirit, sweet mother and not murmur, for our loss is thy eternal gain. Let the birds sing their beautiful songs and the snows of winter spread their coverings of spotless purity around thy lowly bed. Other feet may come and go and press the walks of thy familiar paths, but we will not forget thee. Good bye till we meet again.'
Funeral services conducted by D.D. Aikin of Arkansas City. _ Rev. Theo Pingry.
Arkansas City, Kansas
Friday, September 6, 1889
Page 4
Memoir
Sarah North was born June 17th, 1827, departed this life, September 3rd, 1889, aged 62 years, 2 months, 16 days. She spent her girlhood in Fairfield county, Ohio, came to Indiana in 1848 and was married to John Pingry the following year.
They have walked side by side in marriage for thirty-nine years and four months, sharing in the hardships incident to pioneer life in the dense forests of Indiana. There were seven children born to them, to whom the mother's life was thoroughly devoted and consecrated. Whatever may have been lacking in their devotion and fidelity - hers never failed. We may have betrayed her in the reciprocation of our love, but she always loved. Truly, we had a great and good mother; not great in what the world sometimes calls greatness; not great in literary attainments, but great in heart and service. Her simple goodness of heart closed the mouths of critics, even the most fastidious, and made her most attractive and beautiful. Her life and character were a beautiful illustration of sacrificing for others. No work so arduous nor task so great that she was unwilling to perform. It seemed to be her constant study how best to contribute to the welfare of those about her. Her happiness consisted in making others happy. Mother's life was laid upon the alter of service. She died a martyr for her children and friends. Her health was been failing gradually for two years past. About one year ago the disease that finally resulted in her death made its appearance. Her sufferings have been great and yet she has borne them without a murmur. A few days before she died she called the children to her bedside and exhorted them to be good and meet her in heaven. May the good Lord so direct it. It was the privilege of the writer to be present with the deceased in her closing hours. A more beautiful death was never recorded than hers. The wick burned gradually down to the socket and being consumed, was extinguished without an effort. Just a 9 a.m. the messenger came, that no human power can turn away. But it found her ready. She answered gladly to the call.
And now we lay her away to rest. Well hast thou earned it. 'Tis hard to give thee up. Yet for they sake and for the love we bear toward thee, we will emulate thy spirit, sweet mother and not murmur, for our loss is thy eternal gain. Let the birds sing their beautiful songs and the snows of winter spread their coverings of spotless purity around thy lowly bed. Other feet may come and go and press the walks of thy familiar paths, but we will not forget thee. Good bye till we meet again.'
Funeral services conducted by D.D. Aikin of Arkansas City. _ Rev. Theo Pingry.
Arkansas City Daily Traveler
Arkansas City, Kansas
Friday, September 6, 1889
Page 4
Memoir
Sarah North was born June 17th, 1827, departed this life, September 3rd, 1889, aged 62 years, 2 months, 16 days. She spent her girlhood in Fairfield county, Ohio, came to Indiana in 1848 and was married to John Pingry the following year.
They have walked side by side in marriage for thirty-nine years and four months, sharing in the hardships incident to pioneer life in the dense forests of Indiana. There were seven children born to them, to whom the mother's life was thoroughly devoted and consecrated. Whatever may have been lacking in their devotion and fidelity - hers never failed. We may have betrayed her in the reciprocation of our love, but she always loved. Truly, we had a great and good mother; not great in what the world sometimes calls greatness; not great in literary attainments, but great in heart and service. Her simple goodness of heart closed the mouths of critics, even the most fastidious, and made her most attractive and beautiful. Her life and character were a beautiful illustration of sacrificing for others. No work so arduous nor task so great that she was unwilling to perform. It seemed to be her constant study how best to contribute to the welfare of those about her. Her happiness consisted in making others happy. Mother's life was laid upon the alter of service. She died a martyr for her children and friends. Her health was been failing gradually for two years past. About one year ago the disease that finally resulted in her death made its appearance. Her sufferings have been great and yet she has borne them without a murmur. A few days before she died she called the children to her bedside and exhorted them to be good and meet her in heaven. May the good Lord so direct it. It was the privilege of the writer to be present with the deceased in her closing hours. A more beautiful death was never recorded than hers. The wick burned gradually down to the socket and being consumed, was extinguished without an effort. Just a 9 a.m. the messenger came, that no human power can turn away. But it found her ready. She answered gladly to the call.
And now we lay her away to rest. Well hast thou earned it. 'Tis hard to give thee up. Yet for they sake and for the love we bear toward thee, we will emulate thy spirit, sweet mother and not murmur, for our loss is thy eternal gain. Let the birds sing their beautiful songs and the snows of winter spread their coverings of spotless purity around thy lowly bed. Other feet may come and go and press the walks of thy familiar paths, but we will not forget thee. Good bye till we meet again.'
Funeral services conducted by D.D. Aikin of Arkansas City. _ Rev. Theo Pingry.
Arkansas City, Kansas
Friday, September 6, 1889
Page 4
Memoir
Sarah North was born June 17th, 1827, departed this life, September 3rd, 1889, aged 62 years, 2 months, 16 days. She spent her girlhood in Fairfield county, Ohio, came to Indiana in 1848 and was married to John Pingry the following year.
They have walked side by side in marriage for thirty-nine years and four months, sharing in the hardships incident to pioneer life in the dense forests of Indiana. There were seven children born to them, to whom the mother's life was thoroughly devoted and consecrated. Whatever may have been lacking in their devotion and fidelity - hers never failed. We may have betrayed her in the reciprocation of our love, but she always loved. Truly, we had a great and good mother; not great in what the world sometimes calls greatness; not great in literary attainments, but great in heart and service. Her simple goodness of heart closed the mouths of critics, even the most fastidious, and made her most attractive and beautiful. Her life and character were a beautiful illustration of sacrificing for others. No work so arduous nor task so great that she was unwilling to perform. It seemed to be her constant study how best to contribute to the welfare of those about her. Her happiness consisted in making others happy. Mother's life was laid upon the alter of service. She died a martyr for her children and friends. Her health was been failing gradually for two years past. About one year ago the disease that finally resulted in her death made its appearance. Her sufferings have been great and yet she has borne them without a murmur. A few days before she died she called the children to her bedside and exhorted them to be good and meet her in heaven. May the good Lord so direct it. It was the privilege of the writer to be present with the deceased in her closing hours. A more beautiful death was never recorded than hers. The wick burned gradually down to the socket and being consumed, was extinguished without an effort. Just a 9 a.m. the messenger came, that no human power can turn away. But it found her ready. She answered gladly to the call.
And now we lay her away to rest. Well hast thou earned it. 'Tis hard to give thee up. Yet for they sake and for the love we bear toward thee, we will emulate thy spirit, sweet mother and not murmur, for our loss is thy eternal gain. Let the birds sing their beautiful songs and the snows of winter spread their coverings of spotless purity around thy lowly bed. Other feet may come and go and press the walks of thy familiar paths, but we will not forget thee. Good bye till we meet again.'
Funeral services conducted by D.D. Aikin of Arkansas City. _ Rev. Theo Pingry.
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