Married Henry Gunn Buckingham received a license to marry Eliza McIntosh Oct 18 1843 in Shelby County TN and was married Oct. 19 1843. According to The Buckingham Family: Or, The Descendants of Thomas Buckingham, One of the ...
By William Alfred Buckingham, Henry's parents were Sherman and Harriet Gunn Buckingham. At the time the book was published in 1872 the author indicated that H.G. Buckingham was residing in New Orleans and was in the dry goods business.
Their children were:
Evelyn, born Aug 2 1844
Miles Sherman, born May 16 1846
Mary Harriet, born Oct 30 1848
Henry G., born Sept 15 1852
Hugh, born March 16 1863.
Memphis Daily Appeal
Oct 11 1883 page 1
Died at Solitude, near Covington, Tenn., Tuesday evening, October 9, 1883, Eliza H., wife of H.G. Buckingham, formerly of, and for many years a resident of this city. The friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend her funeral, from the residence of her son-in-law, H.T. Lemmon, No. 457 Orleans street, this Thursday afternoon at 3 o'clock. Carriages at Holst's.
Cause of death: congestion. Source: Elmwood Burial Records
Memphis Daily Appeal
October 28 1883
Page 1
In Memoriam. Mrs. Eliza G. and Miss Minnie Buckingham went into the light of immortal life October 2, 1883, Miss Minnie Buckingham; one week later, October 9th,her mother, Mrs. Eliza G. Buckingham.
"Why is it, O God? why is it?" This was the grieving question of human hearts as the golden autumnal sunshine fell into two graves-banked with flowers, it is true--but still, so far as human eyes could reach and read, only two graves. The desolate silence and darkness of the tomb seemed to enfold the strong, wise, tender mother and her loving, faithful child. A pall of deepest gloom seemed to rest upon two lives of unselfish loving and serving: to cut short, at once and forever, the powers and possibilities held in the soul and lived in the life; to fold the busy hands into unbroken rest; to hush the sweet voices into everlasting silence; to close the fond eyes upon the tenderest human love, and to bid the throbbing hearts "Peace, be still!" The golden glory of autumn days means nothing to the eyes that see one thing only in all the world--the dead faces lying there in everlasting silence. But above and beyond the dull, heavy thud of the falling clod, thank God, there comes the blessed assurance that "this mortal must put on immortality, and our souls respond in strange but undoubted throbbings. No! despite the grave, despite the coldness, and darkness and silence, the lying out in Elmwood, beyond the reach of idolizing love, despite the hard, cold facts of a narrow human vision--there is no death! This boundless universe teems and throbs with busy life--visible and natural here, invisible and immaterial there, till one's eyes shall open in the broad daylight beyond; then and into the eternities, living and ever growing in wisdom and love. The change that we call death is only a stepping from darkness into the full glory that lies on "the other side of silence." There is no loss, no sorrow in it, except to the weary ones of earth, borne down with the heavy vesture of mortality. The gentleness, the tenderness, the fidelity to duty; the strong, tender love are neither ended nore wasted. Minnie and her mother have entered upon the fulness of a perfect joy, to serve with unseen hands and with a love beyond human love, the poor grieved ones whose eyes are heavy with weeping. Consecrate this grief to noble uses, children of a noble mother! Think of her as the Saint of your hope and inspiration. All that you are or ever shall be, that is worth being, and all that you have, worth having, you owe, under God, to your mother's love. Her life and Minnie's, their memory, their abiding love, are the strongest, the sweetest blessing, the most valued inheritance that earth can ever bring you. When you, too, are ready for immortal loving and serving, you shall find them as surely as their love found you. And so, turning away from the grave, looking upward toward the growing light, and not downward to the deepening shadows, go out into life richer and stronger for the love that made their lives a benediction. C.C.
By William Alfred Buckingham, Henry's parents were Sherman and Harriet Gunn Buckingham. At the time the book was published in 1872 the author indicated that H.G. Buckingham was residing in New Orleans and was in the dry goods business.
Their children were:
Evelyn, born Aug 2 1844
Miles Sherman, born May 16 1846
Mary Harriet, born Oct 30 1848
Henry G., born Sept 15 1852
Hugh, born March 16 1863.
Memphis Daily Appeal
Oct 11 1883 page 1
Died at Solitude, near Covington, Tenn., Tuesday evening, October 9, 1883, Eliza H., wife of H.G. Buckingham, formerly of, and for many years a resident of this city. The friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend her funeral, from the residence of her son-in-law, H.T. Lemmon, No. 457 Orleans street, this Thursday afternoon at 3 o'clock. Carriages at Holst's.
Cause of death: congestion. Source: Elmwood Burial Records
Memphis Daily Appeal
October 28 1883
Page 1
In Memoriam. Mrs. Eliza G. and Miss Minnie Buckingham went into the light of immortal life October 2, 1883, Miss Minnie Buckingham; one week later, October 9th,her mother, Mrs. Eliza G. Buckingham.
"Why is it, O God? why is it?" This was the grieving question of human hearts as the golden autumnal sunshine fell into two graves-banked with flowers, it is true--but still, so far as human eyes could reach and read, only two graves. The desolate silence and darkness of the tomb seemed to enfold the strong, wise, tender mother and her loving, faithful child. A pall of deepest gloom seemed to rest upon two lives of unselfish loving and serving: to cut short, at once and forever, the powers and possibilities held in the soul and lived in the life; to fold the busy hands into unbroken rest; to hush the sweet voices into everlasting silence; to close the fond eyes upon the tenderest human love, and to bid the throbbing hearts "Peace, be still!" The golden glory of autumn days means nothing to the eyes that see one thing only in all the world--the dead faces lying there in everlasting silence. But above and beyond the dull, heavy thud of the falling clod, thank God, there comes the blessed assurance that "this mortal must put on immortality, and our souls respond in strange but undoubted throbbings. No! despite the grave, despite the coldness, and darkness and silence, the lying out in Elmwood, beyond the reach of idolizing love, despite the hard, cold facts of a narrow human vision--there is no death! This boundless universe teems and throbs with busy life--visible and natural here, invisible and immaterial there, till one's eyes shall open in the broad daylight beyond; then and into the eternities, living and ever growing in wisdom and love. The change that we call death is only a stepping from darkness into the full glory that lies on "the other side of silence." There is no loss, no sorrow in it, except to the weary ones of earth, borne down with the heavy vesture of mortality. The gentleness, the tenderness, the fidelity to duty; the strong, tender love are neither ended nore wasted. Minnie and her mother have entered upon the fulness of a perfect joy, to serve with unseen hands and with a love beyond human love, the poor grieved ones whose eyes are heavy with weeping. Consecrate this grief to noble uses, children of a noble mother! Think of her as the Saint of your hope and inspiration. All that you are or ever shall be, that is worth being, and all that you have, worth having, you owe, under God, to your mother's love. Her life and Minnie's, their memory, their abiding love, are the strongest, the sweetest blessing, the most valued inheritance that earth can ever bring you. When you, too, are ready for immortal loving and serving, you shall find them as surely as their love found you. And so, turning away from the grave, looking upward toward the growing light, and not downward to the deepening shadows, go out into life richer and stronger for the love that made their lives a benediction. C.C.
Married Henry Gunn Buckingham received a license to marry Eliza McIntosh Oct 18 1843 in Shelby County TN and was married Oct. 19 1843. According to The Buckingham Family: Or, The Descendants of Thomas Buckingham, One of the ...
By William Alfred Buckingham, Henry's parents were Sherman and Harriet Gunn Buckingham. At the time the book was published in 1872 the author indicated that H.G. Buckingham was residing in New Orleans and was in the dry goods business.
Their children were:
Evelyn, born Aug 2 1844
Miles Sherman, born May 16 1846
Mary Harriet, born Oct 30 1848
Henry G., born Sept 15 1852
Hugh, born March 16 1863.
Memphis Daily Appeal
Oct 11 1883 page 1
Died at Solitude, near Covington, Tenn., Tuesday evening, October 9, 1883, Eliza H., wife of H.G. Buckingham, formerly of, and for many years a resident of this city. The friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend her funeral, from the residence of her son-in-law, H.T. Lemmon, No. 457 Orleans street, this Thursday afternoon at 3 o'clock. Carriages at Holst's.
Cause of death: congestion. Source: Elmwood Burial Records
Memphis Daily Appeal
October 28 1883
Page 1
In Memoriam. Mrs. Eliza G. and Miss Minnie Buckingham went into the light of immortal life October 2, 1883, Miss Minnie Buckingham; one week later, October 9th,her mother, Mrs. Eliza G. Buckingham.
"Why is it, O God? why is it?" This was the grieving question of human hearts as the golden autumnal sunshine fell into two graves-banked with flowers, it is true--but still, so far as human eyes could reach and read, only two graves. The desolate silence and darkness of the tomb seemed to enfold the strong, wise, tender mother and her loving, faithful child. A pall of deepest gloom seemed to rest upon two lives of unselfish loving and serving: to cut short, at once and forever, the powers and possibilities held in the soul and lived in the life; to fold the busy hands into unbroken rest; to hush the sweet voices into everlasting silence; to close the fond eyes upon the tenderest human love, and to bid the throbbing hearts "Peace, be still!" The golden glory of autumn days means nothing to the eyes that see one thing only in all the world--the dead faces lying there in everlasting silence. But above and beyond the dull, heavy thud of the falling clod, thank God, there comes the blessed assurance that "this mortal must put on immortality, and our souls respond in strange but undoubted throbbings. No! despite the grave, despite the coldness, and darkness and silence, the lying out in Elmwood, beyond the reach of idolizing love, despite the hard, cold facts of a narrow human vision--there is no death! This boundless universe teems and throbs with busy life--visible and natural here, invisible and immaterial there, till one's eyes shall open in the broad daylight beyond; then and into the eternities, living and ever growing in wisdom and love. The change that we call death is only a stepping from darkness into the full glory that lies on "the other side of silence." There is no loss, no sorrow in it, except to the weary ones of earth, borne down with the heavy vesture of mortality. The gentleness, the tenderness, the fidelity to duty; the strong, tender love are neither ended nore wasted. Minnie and her mother have entered upon the fulness of a perfect joy, to serve with unseen hands and with a love beyond human love, the poor grieved ones whose eyes are heavy with weeping. Consecrate this grief to noble uses, children of a noble mother! Think of her as the Saint of your hope and inspiration. All that you are or ever shall be, that is worth being, and all that you have, worth having, you owe, under God, to your mother's love. Her life and Minnie's, their memory, their abiding love, are the strongest, the sweetest blessing, the most valued inheritance that earth can ever bring you. When you, too, are ready for immortal loving and serving, you shall find them as surely as their love found you. And so, turning away from the grave, looking upward toward the growing light, and not downward to the deepening shadows, go out into life richer and stronger for the love that made their lives a benediction. C.C.
By William Alfred Buckingham, Henry's parents were Sherman and Harriet Gunn Buckingham. At the time the book was published in 1872 the author indicated that H.G. Buckingham was residing in New Orleans and was in the dry goods business.
Their children were:
Evelyn, born Aug 2 1844
Miles Sherman, born May 16 1846
Mary Harriet, born Oct 30 1848
Henry G., born Sept 15 1852
Hugh, born March 16 1863.
Memphis Daily Appeal
Oct 11 1883 page 1
Died at Solitude, near Covington, Tenn., Tuesday evening, October 9, 1883, Eliza H., wife of H.G. Buckingham, formerly of, and for many years a resident of this city. The friends and acquaintances of the family are invited to attend her funeral, from the residence of her son-in-law, H.T. Lemmon, No. 457 Orleans street, this Thursday afternoon at 3 o'clock. Carriages at Holst's.
Cause of death: congestion. Source: Elmwood Burial Records
Memphis Daily Appeal
October 28 1883
Page 1
In Memoriam. Mrs. Eliza G. and Miss Minnie Buckingham went into the light of immortal life October 2, 1883, Miss Minnie Buckingham; one week later, October 9th,her mother, Mrs. Eliza G. Buckingham.
"Why is it, O God? why is it?" This was the grieving question of human hearts as the golden autumnal sunshine fell into two graves-banked with flowers, it is true--but still, so far as human eyes could reach and read, only two graves. The desolate silence and darkness of the tomb seemed to enfold the strong, wise, tender mother and her loving, faithful child. A pall of deepest gloom seemed to rest upon two lives of unselfish loving and serving: to cut short, at once and forever, the powers and possibilities held in the soul and lived in the life; to fold the busy hands into unbroken rest; to hush the sweet voices into everlasting silence; to close the fond eyes upon the tenderest human love, and to bid the throbbing hearts "Peace, be still!" The golden glory of autumn days means nothing to the eyes that see one thing only in all the world--the dead faces lying there in everlasting silence. But above and beyond the dull, heavy thud of the falling clod, thank God, there comes the blessed assurance that "this mortal must put on immortality, and our souls respond in strange but undoubted throbbings. No! despite the grave, despite the coldness, and darkness and silence, the lying out in Elmwood, beyond the reach of idolizing love, despite the hard, cold facts of a narrow human vision--there is no death! This boundless universe teems and throbs with busy life--visible and natural here, invisible and immaterial there, till one's eyes shall open in the broad daylight beyond; then and into the eternities, living and ever growing in wisdom and love. The change that we call death is only a stepping from darkness into the full glory that lies on "the other side of silence." There is no loss, no sorrow in it, except to the weary ones of earth, borne down with the heavy vesture of mortality. The gentleness, the tenderness, the fidelity to duty; the strong, tender love are neither ended nore wasted. Minnie and her mother have entered upon the fulness of a perfect joy, to serve with unseen hands and with a love beyond human love, the poor grieved ones whose eyes are heavy with weeping. Consecrate this grief to noble uses, children of a noble mother! Think of her as the Saint of your hope and inspiration. All that you are or ever shall be, that is worth being, and all that you have, worth having, you owe, under God, to your mother's love. Her life and Minnie's, their memory, their abiding love, are the strongest, the sweetest blessing, the most valued inheritance that earth can ever bring you. When you, too, are ready for immortal loving and serving, you shall find them as surely as their love found you. And so, turning away from the grave, looking upward toward the growing light, and not downward to the deepening shadows, go out into life richer and stronger for the love that made their lives a benediction. C.C.
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