Death of Mr. Fletcher's Little Boy.
Written for The Journal.
Mr. and Mrs. B. T. Fletcher's hearts have been made to bleed by that silent yet certain messenger, death. June the 10th at 8 o'clock a. m., the last enemy accomplished its last work and the soul of little B. T. Fletcher, Jr., winged its way to the City of Light. His little life has been short; he was only 17 months old when he died. Though his life was short, it has been long enough to brighten his home. It had been long enough to send its loveliness into the very being of father and mother and all the family circle, and when his life went out it left not only a vacant seat at the family fireside, the table, and hushed the little tongue, whose sweet childish prattle was ever heard throughout the home.
The remains were interred at Grace Chapel Sunday morning.
The Monroe Journal
Monroe, NC
Tuesday, June 13, 1911
Page 1
Written for The Journal.
Mr. and Mrs. B. T. Fletcher's hearts have been made to bleed by that silent yet certain messenger, death. June the 10th at 8 o'clock a. m., the last enemy accomplished its last work and the soul of little B. T. Fletcher, Jr., winged its way to the City of Light. His little life has been short; he was only 17 months old when he died. Though his life was short, it has been long enough to brighten his home. It had been long enough to send its loveliness into the very being of father and mother and all the family circle, and when his life went out it left not only a vacant seat at the family fireside, the table, and hushed the little tongue, whose sweet childish prattle was ever heard throughout the home.
The remains were interred at Grace Chapel Sunday morning.
The Monroe Journal
Monroe, NC
Tuesday, June 13, 1911
Page 1
Death of Mr. Fletcher's Little Boy.
Written for The Journal.
Mr. and Mrs. B. T. Fletcher's hearts have been made to bleed by that silent yet certain messenger, death. June the 10th at 8 o'clock a. m., the last enemy accomplished its last work and the soul of little B. T. Fletcher, Jr., winged its way to the City of Light. His little life has been short; he was only 17 months old when he died. Though his life was short, it has been long enough to brighten his home. It had been long enough to send its loveliness into the very being of father and mother and all the family circle, and when his life went out it left not only a vacant seat at the family fireside, the table, and hushed the little tongue, whose sweet childish prattle was ever heard throughout the home.
The remains were interred at Grace Chapel Sunday morning.
The Monroe Journal
Monroe, NC
Tuesday, June 13, 1911
Page 1
Written for The Journal.
Mr. and Mrs. B. T. Fletcher's hearts have been made to bleed by that silent yet certain messenger, death. June the 10th at 8 o'clock a. m., the last enemy accomplished its last work and the soul of little B. T. Fletcher, Jr., winged its way to the City of Light. His little life has been short; he was only 17 months old when he died. Though his life was short, it has been long enough to brighten his home. It had been long enough to send its loveliness into the very being of father and mother and all the family circle, and when his life went out it left not only a vacant seat at the family fireside, the table, and hushed the little tongue, whose sweet childish prattle was ever heard throughout the home.
The remains were interred at Grace Chapel Sunday morning.
The Monroe Journal
Monroe, NC
Tuesday, June 13, 1911
Page 1
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