Age 8 months. Buried August 25, 1877.
The Daily Critic Saturday, August 18, 1877
Social Gossip
The many friends of Mrs. Clem nee French, sympathize deeply with her in the sorrow that has just fallen upon her – the death of her little child, whose brief span of life barely covered two years; it has been ailing for some weeks, but it was thought the bracing mountain air would fan the flickering flame of life into a fresh and lasting glow. Las week, however, the little eyelids closed, the tiny baby hands laid down life’s burden and the small feet entered eternal rest unwearied and unsoiled. To the young mother tenderest sympathy is tendered. Would we had words in which to tell her that her floweret is not dead, but only transported to God’s soul garden, there to bloom into a beauty never yet beheld by mortal eyes.
The Daily Critic Saturday, August 18, 1877
Social Gossip
The many friends of Mrs. Clem nee French, sympathize deeply with her in the sorrow that has just fallen upon her – the death of her little child, whose brief span of life barely covered two years; it has been ailing for some weeks, but it was thought the bracing mountain air would fan the flickering flame of life into a fresh and lasting glow. Las week, however, the little eyelids closed, the tiny baby hands laid down life’s burden and the small feet entered eternal rest unwearied and unsoiled. To the young mother tenderest sympathy is tendered. Would we had words in which to tell her that her floweret is not dead, but only transported to God’s soul garden, there to bloom into a beauty never yet beheld by mortal eyes.
Age 8 months. Buried August 25, 1877.
The Daily Critic Saturday, August 18, 1877
Social Gossip
The many friends of Mrs. Clem nee French, sympathize deeply with her in the sorrow that has just fallen upon her – the death of her little child, whose brief span of life barely covered two years; it has been ailing for some weeks, but it was thought the bracing mountain air would fan the flickering flame of life into a fresh and lasting glow. Las week, however, the little eyelids closed, the tiny baby hands laid down life’s burden and the small feet entered eternal rest unwearied and unsoiled. To the young mother tenderest sympathy is tendered. Would we had words in which to tell her that her floweret is not dead, but only transported to God’s soul garden, there to bloom into a beauty never yet beheld by mortal eyes.
The Daily Critic Saturday, August 18, 1877
Social Gossip
The many friends of Mrs. Clem nee French, sympathize deeply with her in the sorrow that has just fallen upon her – the death of her little child, whose brief span of life barely covered two years; it has been ailing for some weeks, but it was thought the bracing mountain air would fan the flickering flame of life into a fresh and lasting glow. Las week, however, the little eyelids closed, the tiny baby hands laid down life’s burden and the small feet entered eternal rest unwearied and unsoiled. To the young mother tenderest sympathy is tendered. Would we had words in which to tell her that her floweret is not dead, but only transported to God’s soul garden, there to bloom into a beauty never yet beheld by mortal eyes.
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