Mrs. Nancy J. Cary died at her home in Brownsville, Linn Co., Oregon, June the 28th, 1907. She was 72 years, 10 months, 19 days old.
The subject of this sketch was well and favorably known in Brownsville. Sister Cary was a member of the M.E. Church, South for nearly a half a centure. Her life was transparent, pure and consistent. She enjoyed a high state of Grace and her religion bore her up in all the vicissitudes of this life. She had a hopeful, buoyant, cheerful temperament. Grace ran though her nature and refined it. Her death was long expected, for she was a delicate women and often supposed to be at the point of death.
Her husband, Miles Cary, preceded her to the beyond some three months. After his death earth seemed to have no hold on her affections---she longed to go to the land that is far off. In her last illness she had every attention that a loving daughter and friends could give. Her last moments were peaceful. She was with her husband for 24 hours before she passed and talked with him as in the days of yore. When her voice failed she pointed to each one of those so dear that stood around her, and then pointed her finger toward the skyies---and then the golden cord was loosened and she was with the Angelic Choir. Her funeral was preached by the writer, at the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Cox. The Women's Christian Temperance Union held a beautiful song service and literally covered the casket with such beautiful flowers. The flowers were all pure white. I think I scarcely ever saw a more impressive service than that held by the good and fathful Christian Temperance women. It was a lovely token of their affection for this dear sister gone to her rest. Sister Cary was a devoted member of this society and she will be sadly missed in the councils of these good women. She will be missed by weary itinerant minister. She will be missed by the loved ones that mourn her loss. But the bow of promise arches the skies and flings its roseale light athwart the lowering clouds, and lends enchantment to our view, and gives sweet comfort to us all. Her star has come down to light some brighter shore. Shall we meet her beyond the river where the surges cease to roll? Yes we will meet.
Source:
Brownsville Times
Brownsville, Oregon
July 5, 1907
The subject of this sketch was well and favorably known in Brownsville. Sister Cary was a member of the M.E. Church, South for nearly a half a centure. Her life was transparent, pure and consistent. She enjoyed a high state of Grace and her religion bore her up in all the vicissitudes of this life. She had a hopeful, buoyant, cheerful temperament. Grace ran though her nature and refined it. Her death was long expected, for she was a delicate women and often supposed to be at the point of death.
Her husband, Miles Cary, preceded her to the beyond some three months. After his death earth seemed to have no hold on her affections---she longed to go to the land that is far off. In her last illness she had every attention that a loving daughter and friends could give. Her last moments were peaceful. She was with her husband for 24 hours before she passed and talked with him as in the days of yore. When her voice failed she pointed to each one of those so dear that stood around her, and then pointed her finger toward the skyies---and then the golden cord was loosened and she was with the Angelic Choir. Her funeral was preached by the writer, at the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Cox. The Women's Christian Temperance Union held a beautiful song service and literally covered the casket with such beautiful flowers. The flowers were all pure white. I think I scarcely ever saw a more impressive service than that held by the good and fathful Christian Temperance women. It was a lovely token of their affection for this dear sister gone to her rest. Sister Cary was a devoted member of this society and she will be sadly missed in the councils of these good women. She will be missed by weary itinerant minister. She will be missed by the loved ones that mourn her loss. But the bow of promise arches the skies and flings its roseale light athwart the lowering clouds, and lends enchantment to our view, and gives sweet comfort to us all. Her star has come down to light some brighter shore. Shall we meet her beyond the river where the surges cease to roll? Yes we will meet.
Source:
Brownsville Times
Brownsville, Oregon
July 5, 1907
Mrs. Nancy J. Cary died at her home in Brownsville, Linn Co., Oregon, June the 28th, 1907. She was 72 years, 10 months, 19 days old.
The subject of this sketch was well and favorably known in Brownsville. Sister Cary was a member of the M.E. Church, South for nearly a half a centure. Her life was transparent, pure and consistent. She enjoyed a high state of Grace and her religion bore her up in all the vicissitudes of this life. She had a hopeful, buoyant, cheerful temperament. Grace ran though her nature and refined it. Her death was long expected, for she was a delicate women and often supposed to be at the point of death.
Her husband, Miles Cary, preceded her to the beyond some three months. After his death earth seemed to have no hold on her affections---she longed to go to the land that is far off. In her last illness she had every attention that a loving daughter and friends could give. Her last moments were peaceful. She was with her husband for 24 hours before she passed and talked with him as in the days of yore. When her voice failed she pointed to each one of those so dear that stood around her, and then pointed her finger toward the skyies---and then the golden cord was loosened and she was with the Angelic Choir. Her funeral was preached by the writer, at the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Cox. The Women's Christian Temperance Union held a beautiful song service and literally covered the casket with such beautiful flowers. The flowers were all pure white. I think I scarcely ever saw a more impressive service than that held by the good and fathful Christian Temperance women. It was a lovely token of their affection for this dear sister gone to her rest. Sister Cary was a devoted member of this society and she will be sadly missed in the councils of these good women. She will be missed by weary itinerant minister. She will be missed by the loved ones that mourn her loss. But the bow of promise arches the skies and flings its roseale light athwart the lowering clouds, and lends enchantment to our view, and gives sweet comfort to us all. Her star has come down to light some brighter shore. Shall we meet her beyond the river where the surges cease to roll? Yes we will meet.
Source:
Brownsville Times
Brownsville, Oregon
July 5, 1907
The subject of this sketch was well and favorably known in Brownsville. Sister Cary was a member of the M.E. Church, South for nearly a half a centure. Her life was transparent, pure and consistent. She enjoyed a high state of Grace and her religion bore her up in all the vicissitudes of this life. She had a hopeful, buoyant, cheerful temperament. Grace ran though her nature and refined it. Her death was long expected, for she was a delicate women and often supposed to be at the point of death.
Her husband, Miles Cary, preceded her to the beyond some three months. After his death earth seemed to have no hold on her affections---she longed to go to the land that is far off. In her last illness she had every attention that a loving daughter and friends could give. Her last moments were peaceful. She was with her husband for 24 hours before she passed and talked with him as in the days of yore. When her voice failed she pointed to each one of those so dear that stood around her, and then pointed her finger toward the skyies---and then the golden cord was loosened and she was with the Angelic Choir. Her funeral was preached by the writer, at the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Cox. The Women's Christian Temperance Union held a beautiful song service and literally covered the casket with such beautiful flowers. The flowers were all pure white. I think I scarcely ever saw a more impressive service than that held by the good and fathful Christian Temperance women. It was a lovely token of their affection for this dear sister gone to her rest. Sister Cary was a devoted member of this society and she will be sadly missed in the councils of these good women. She will be missed by weary itinerant minister. She will be missed by the loved ones that mourn her loss. But the bow of promise arches the skies and flings its roseale light athwart the lowering clouds, and lends enchantment to our view, and gives sweet comfort to us all. Her star has come down to light some brighter shore. Shall we meet her beyond the river where the surges cease to roll? Yes we will meet.
Source:
Brownsville Times
Brownsville, Oregon
July 5, 1907
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