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Mary E. Ross

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Mary E. Ross

Birth
Shapleigh, York County, Maine, USA
Death
20 Jun 1861 (aged 17)
Shapleigh, York County, Maine, USA
Burial
Shapleigh, York County, Maine, USA Add to Map
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Mary was a seamstress. The following obituary was in a Maine newspaper dated June 20, 1861. It is unknown who wrote it, but was signed "R":

Died in Shapleigh, Maine, June 20, Mary E., youngest daughter of Mr. Simon and Mrs. Cynthia Ross, aged 17 years and 4 months. She was a lady of much promise. She gave her heart to God when she was 14 years of age; was baptized with eighteen others and joined the Free Baptist Church of Shapleigh, of which she was a worthy member when taken away so suddenly by death. Our departed sister was a member of our choir and a good teacher in the Sabbath school. She was very punctual in attendance at the conference and prayer meetings, where her voice was heard in exhortation, prayer and praise. Her religion was interwoven with the affairs of every day life. Parents, brothers, sisters and a friend upon whom she had bestowed her affections, deeply feel they have sustained a great loss. On the 21st a large congregation assembled at her father's house where the services were performed by the writer, assisted by the Reverend Mr. Copeland and Reverend Mr. Preston.

Gone, alas forever gone / From this vain world of tears
To put a crown of glory on / To wear through endless years.
This sinful world could ne'r contain / Her spirit, which, so pure,
Must soar above the earth to gain / That bliss which God insures.
The rose that bloomed upon her cheek / Bloomed out to fade and die;
While in her heart that "Holy love" / Matured for worlds on high.
That lovely voice so often heard, / In accents pure and sweet,
Has gone to blend with those who 'round / The throne of God will meet.
Though young in years, yet far advanced / In wisdom's ways and mein,
Her life, though measuring but a span / Accomplished life's great end.
While kin and friends are left to mourn / The loss of one so dear,
Their grief is not like that of those / Whose hearts have nought to cheer.
God's ways mysterious truly are / Seen from this cloudy plain,
But when we comprehend the cause / We'll ever praise his Name.
Mary was a seamstress. The following obituary was in a Maine newspaper dated June 20, 1861. It is unknown who wrote it, but was signed "R":

Died in Shapleigh, Maine, June 20, Mary E., youngest daughter of Mr. Simon and Mrs. Cynthia Ross, aged 17 years and 4 months. She was a lady of much promise. She gave her heart to God when she was 14 years of age; was baptized with eighteen others and joined the Free Baptist Church of Shapleigh, of which she was a worthy member when taken away so suddenly by death. Our departed sister was a member of our choir and a good teacher in the Sabbath school. She was very punctual in attendance at the conference and prayer meetings, where her voice was heard in exhortation, prayer and praise. Her religion was interwoven with the affairs of every day life. Parents, brothers, sisters and a friend upon whom she had bestowed her affections, deeply feel they have sustained a great loss. On the 21st a large congregation assembled at her father's house where the services were performed by the writer, assisted by the Reverend Mr. Copeland and Reverend Mr. Preston.

Gone, alas forever gone / From this vain world of tears
To put a crown of glory on / To wear through endless years.
This sinful world could ne'r contain / Her spirit, which, so pure,
Must soar above the earth to gain / That bliss which God insures.
The rose that bloomed upon her cheek / Bloomed out to fade and die;
While in her heart that "Holy love" / Matured for worlds on high.
That lovely voice so often heard, / In accents pure and sweet,
Has gone to blend with those who 'round / The throne of God will meet.
Though young in years, yet far advanced / In wisdom's ways and mein,
Her life, though measuring but a span / Accomplished life's great end.
While kin and friends are left to mourn / The loss of one so dear,
Their grief is not like that of those / Whose hearts have nought to cheer.
God's ways mysterious truly are / Seen from this cloudy plain,
But when we comprehend the cause / We'll ever praise his Name.


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