Bap. New Haven, 28 Jan. 1798.
dau. of Noah & Rebecca (Greenleaf) Webster
md. 1. Amherst, 26 May 1816 Edward Henry Cobb
He was a shipping merchant, of Portland, Me., in partnership with his father and brother, Richard. He died in the second year after their marriage, of consumption, when three days out at sea from Portland on a voyage in one of his ships en route to Havana for his health.
She married 2nd, New Haven, Ct., 21 Jul. 1825 William Chauncey, son of Reuben Rose & Catherine (Chauncey) Fowler.
He graduated Yale College in 1816, and at the time of his marriage was a settled minister at Greenfield, Mass. Later he became Professor of Chemistry in Middlebury College, Vt., and still later Professor of Rhetoric in Amherst College, Mass. He also served as State Senator in the Connecticut Legislature.
Children: (Fowler)
1. Emily Ellsworth b. 1826
2. Charles Chauncey b. 1829
2. William Worthington b. 1832
4. Webster Winthrop b. 1835
She died Amherst, from Consumption, 30 Mar. 1844.
She is buried West Amherst Cemetery, and has a Cenotaph in Old Durham Cemetery, Durham Ct. You may view that memorial here.
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Bio source & photos: FAG user PSC (47845401)
From The Boston Recorder
11 Apr. 1844 p. 59
Mrs. Harriet W. Fowler
Died in Amherst, of consumption, March 30th, Mrs. Harriet W. Fowler, wife of Prof. William C. Fowler and daughter of the late Noah Webster, L.L.D.
Of a life like that here quenched it is not possible to speak as one's heart would choose to speak, within the narrow limits of a single paragraph. And yet the good, the refined, the loved, must not be suffered to pass either unwept, or in silence from our midst. Knowing the departed only as a common friend, the writer is able to say no more, perhaps than might be said by many others, whose privilege it has ever been to come, for any length of time, within the range of her daily sympathies. He knows, indeed, how swept and joyless is the once so happy home, from which her footsteps have no passed never to return. He knows how crushed and desolate are the hearts that were linked with hers as in the throbbings of a single life. But of such things-so sacred are they-the tenderness of recent grief will not suffer him to speak,. There were virtues, however, and there were graces, that death has now made the property of all.
Her native character was one of uncommon symmetry and sweetness. In early life vivacious, buoyant, fascinating; in her maturer years subdued and thoughtful, but still as bright and cheerful as a sunbeam. The training she received, in mind and manners, while it was eminently such as befits a woman, was not in any respect unworthy of her distinguished parentage. She was, in fine, an intelligent, a highly cultivated, and a graceful woman; quick in her perceptions, clear in judgement, generous uniformly in all her feelings, and in her affections true, tender, fervent and unchanging. That she had also the strength of character could have been doubted by no one, who had either seen her in affliction, or observed the burden of disease under which, for ten long years, she was sinking slowly to the grave. But that which now most hallows the spot of her repose, is the remembrance of her Christian Life. Strong and clear by nature was her sense of duty, and her sense of right. But these were made still stronger, and still clearer by the early baptism of the Holy Ghost. Her piety was that of sober thought, of chastened feeling, and of tender hope. Christ came, she felt, not merely to save us from the punishment of sin in the world to come, but to elevate, enrich and beautify our existence here. And such was the result she labored herself to realize.
For ten years, it has been said, she was an invalid. But it was only until a fortnight of her death, that her disease assumed a more alarming form, and thus warned her to be ready for the final hour.
Of the last sad scene-the scene always of strangely moved, if not of bewildered sympathies-it is enough to say, that she died in peace, in joy, in triumph. Those who stood near her felt, that one whose whole religious life had been like incense rising to please the Infinite, was now herself just ready to ascend. And so she faded from our sight. But she faded like a star, lost now for a time in the divine effulgence, only to appear again ere long a thousand times more fair and radiant amid the bright and rejoicing armies of the sky.
There is something beautiful and fragrant, beyond expression, in a life and death like hers whom we have so lately carried to the grave. That both may prove, through their abiding remembrance of them, a refreshment and a solace to the hearts now aching in silence beneath this severely bereaving providence of God, is the prayer of one, who begs permission to weep in this the deepest anguish of their lives
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dau. of Noah & Rebecca (Greenleaf) Webster
md. 1. Amherst, 26 May 1816 Edward Henry Cobb
He was a shipping merchant, of Portland, Me., in partnership with his father and brother, Richard. He died in the second year after their marriage, of consumption, when three days out at sea from Portland on a voyage in one of his ships en route to Havana for his health.
She married 2nd, New Haven, Ct., 21 Jul. 1825 William Chauncey, son of Reuben Rose & Catherine (Chauncey) Fowler.
He graduated Yale College in 1816, and at the time of his marriage was a settled minister at Greenfield, Mass. Later he became Professor of Chemistry in Middlebury College, Vt., and still later Professor of Rhetoric in Amherst College, Mass. He also served as State Senator in the Connecticut Legislature.
Children: (Fowler)
1. Emily Ellsworth b. 1826
2. Charles Chauncey b. 1829
2. William Worthington b. 1832
4. Webster Winthrop b. 1835
She died Amherst, from Consumption, 30 Mar. 1844.
She is buried West Amherst Cemetery, and has a Cenotaph in Old Durham Cemetery, Durham Ct. You may view that memorial here.
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Bio source & photos: FAG user PSC (47845401)
From The Boston Recorder
11 Apr. 1844 p. 59
Mrs. Harriet W. Fowler
Died in Amherst, of consumption, March 30th, Mrs. Harriet W. Fowler, wife of Prof. William C. Fowler and daughter of the late Noah Webster, L.L.D.
Of a life like that here quenched it is not possible to speak as one's heart would choose to speak, within the narrow limits of a single paragraph. And yet the good, the refined, the loved, must not be suffered to pass either unwept, or in silence from our midst. Knowing the departed only as a common friend, the writer is able to say no more, perhaps than might be said by many others, whose privilege it has ever been to come, for any length of time, within the range of her daily sympathies. He knows, indeed, how swept and joyless is the once so happy home, from which her footsteps have no passed never to return. He knows how crushed and desolate are the hearts that were linked with hers as in the throbbings of a single life. But of such things-so sacred are they-the tenderness of recent grief will not suffer him to speak,. There were virtues, however, and there were graces, that death has now made the property of all.
Her native character was one of uncommon symmetry and sweetness. In early life vivacious, buoyant, fascinating; in her maturer years subdued and thoughtful, but still as bright and cheerful as a sunbeam. The training she received, in mind and manners, while it was eminently such as befits a woman, was not in any respect unworthy of her distinguished parentage. She was, in fine, an intelligent, a highly cultivated, and a graceful woman; quick in her perceptions, clear in judgement, generous uniformly in all her feelings, and in her affections true, tender, fervent and unchanging. That she had also the strength of character could have been doubted by no one, who had either seen her in affliction, or observed the burden of disease under which, for ten long years, she was sinking slowly to the grave. But that which now most hallows the spot of her repose, is the remembrance of her Christian Life. Strong and clear by nature was her sense of duty, and her sense of right. But these were made still stronger, and still clearer by the early baptism of the Holy Ghost. Her piety was that of sober thought, of chastened feeling, and of tender hope. Christ came, she felt, not merely to save us from the punishment of sin in the world to come, but to elevate, enrich and beautify our existence here. And such was the result she labored herself to realize.
For ten years, it has been said, she was an invalid. But it was only until a fortnight of her death, that her disease assumed a more alarming form, and thus warned her to be ready for the final hour.
Of the last sad scene-the scene always of strangely moved, if not of bewildered sympathies-it is enough to say, that she died in peace, in joy, in triumph. Those who stood near her felt, that one whose whole religious life had been like incense rising to please the Infinite, was now herself just ready to ascend. And so she faded from our sight. But she faded like a star, lost now for a time in the divine effulgence, only to appear again ere long a thousand times more fair and radiant amid the bright and rejoicing armies of the sky.
There is something beautiful and fragrant, beyond expression, in a life and death like hers whom we have so lately carried to the grave. That both may prove, through their abiding remembrance of them, a refreshment and a solace to the hearts now aching in silence beneath this severely bereaving providence of God, is the prayer of one, who begs permission to weep in this the deepest anguish of their lives
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Bap. New Haven, 28 Jan. 1798.
dau. of Noah & Rebecca (Greenleaf) Webster
md. 1. Amherst, 26 May 1816 Edward Henry Cobb
He was a shipping merchant, of Portland, Me., in partnership with his father and brother, Richard. He died in the second year after their marriage, of consumption, when three days out at sea from Portland on a voyage in one of his ships en route to Havana for his health.
She married 2nd, New Haven, Ct., 21 Jul. 1825 William Chauncey, son of Reuben Rose & Catherine (Chauncey) Fowler.
He graduated Yale College in 1816, and at the time of his marriage was a settled minister at Greenfield, Mass. Later he became Professor of Chemistry in Middlebury College, Vt., and still later Professor of Rhetoric in Amherst College, Mass. He also served as State Senator in the Connecticut Legislature.
Children: (Fowler)
1. Emily Ellsworth b. 1826
2. Charles Chauncey b. 1829
2. William Worthington b. 1832
4. Webster Winthrop b. 1835
She died Amherst, from Consumption, 30 Mar. 1844.
She is buried West Amherst Cemetery, and has a Cenotaph in Old Durham Cemetery, Durham Ct. You may view that memorial here.
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Bio source & photos: FAG user PSC (47845401)
From The Boston Recorder
11 Apr. 1844 p. 59
Mrs. Harriet W. Fowler
Died in Amherst, of consumption, March 30th, Mrs. Harriet W. Fowler, wife of Prof. William C. Fowler and daughter of the late Noah Webster, L.L.D.
Of a life like that here quenched it is not possible to speak as one's heart would choose to speak, within the narrow limits of a single paragraph. And yet the good, the refined, the loved, must not be suffered to pass either unwept, or in silence from our midst. Knowing the departed only as a common friend, the writer is able to say no more, perhaps than might be said by many others, whose privilege it has ever been to come, for any length of time, within the range of her daily sympathies. He knows, indeed, how swept and joyless is the once so happy home, from which her footsteps have no passed never to return. He knows how crushed and desolate are the hearts that were linked with hers as in the throbbings of a single life. But of such things-so sacred are they-the tenderness of recent grief will not suffer him to speak,. There were virtues, however, and there were graces, that death has now made the property of all.
Her native character was one of uncommon symmetry and sweetness. In early life vivacious, buoyant, fascinating; in her maturer years subdued and thoughtful, but still as bright and cheerful as a sunbeam. The training she received, in mind and manners, while it was eminently such as befits a woman, was not in any respect unworthy of her distinguished parentage. She was, in fine, an intelligent, a highly cultivated, and a graceful woman; quick in her perceptions, clear in judgement, generous uniformly in all her feelings, and in her affections true, tender, fervent and unchanging. That she had also the strength of character could have been doubted by no one, who had either seen her in affliction, or observed the burden of disease under which, for ten long years, she was sinking slowly to the grave. But that which now most hallows the spot of her repose, is the remembrance of her Christian Life. Strong and clear by nature was her sense of duty, and her sense of right. But these were made still stronger, and still clearer by the early baptism of the Holy Ghost. Her piety was that of sober thought, of chastened feeling, and of tender hope. Christ came, she felt, not merely to save us from the punishment of sin in the world to come, but to elevate, enrich and beautify our existence here. And such was the result she labored herself to realize.
For ten years, it has been said, she was an invalid. But it was only until a fortnight of her death, that her disease assumed a more alarming form, and thus warned her to be ready for the final hour.
Of the last sad scene-the scene always of strangely moved, if not of bewildered sympathies-it is enough to say, that she died in peace, in joy, in triumph. Those who stood near her felt, that one whose whole religious life had been like incense rising to please the Infinite, was now herself just ready to ascend. And so she faded from our sight. But she faded like a star, lost now for a time in the divine effulgence, only to appear again ere long a thousand times more fair and radiant amid the bright and rejoicing armies of the sky.
There is something beautiful and fragrant, beyond expression, in a life and death like hers whom we have so lately carried to the grave. That both may prove, through their abiding remembrance of them, a refreshment and a solace to the hearts now aching in silence beneath this severely bereaving providence of God, is the prayer of one, who begs permission to weep in this the deepest anguish of their lives
_________________________________________________
dau. of Noah & Rebecca (Greenleaf) Webster
md. 1. Amherst, 26 May 1816 Edward Henry Cobb
He was a shipping merchant, of Portland, Me., in partnership with his father and brother, Richard. He died in the second year after their marriage, of consumption, when three days out at sea from Portland on a voyage in one of his ships en route to Havana for his health.
She married 2nd, New Haven, Ct., 21 Jul. 1825 William Chauncey, son of Reuben Rose & Catherine (Chauncey) Fowler.
He graduated Yale College in 1816, and at the time of his marriage was a settled minister at Greenfield, Mass. Later he became Professor of Chemistry in Middlebury College, Vt., and still later Professor of Rhetoric in Amherst College, Mass. He also served as State Senator in the Connecticut Legislature.
Children: (Fowler)
1. Emily Ellsworth b. 1826
2. Charles Chauncey b. 1829
2. William Worthington b. 1832
4. Webster Winthrop b. 1835
She died Amherst, from Consumption, 30 Mar. 1844.
She is buried West Amherst Cemetery, and has a Cenotaph in Old Durham Cemetery, Durham Ct. You may view that memorial here.
_________________________________________________
Bio source & photos: FAG user PSC (47845401)
From The Boston Recorder
11 Apr. 1844 p. 59
Mrs. Harriet W. Fowler
Died in Amherst, of consumption, March 30th, Mrs. Harriet W. Fowler, wife of Prof. William C. Fowler and daughter of the late Noah Webster, L.L.D.
Of a life like that here quenched it is not possible to speak as one's heart would choose to speak, within the narrow limits of a single paragraph. And yet the good, the refined, the loved, must not be suffered to pass either unwept, or in silence from our midst. Knowing the departed only as a common friend, the writer is able to say no more, perhaps than might be said by many others, whose privilege it has ever been to come, for any length of time, within the range of her daily sympathies. He knows, indeed, how swept and joyless is the once so happy home, from which her footsteps have no passed never to return. He knows how crushed and desolate are the hearts that were linked with hers as in the throbbings of a single life. But of such things-so sacred are they-the tenderness of recent grief will not suffer him to speak,. There were virtues, however, and there were graces, that death has now made the property of all.
Her native character was one of uncommon symmetry and sweetness. In early life vivacious, buoyant, fascinating; in her maturer years subdued and thoughtful, but still as bright and cheerful as a sunbeam. The training she received, in mind and manners, while it was eminently such as befits a woman, was not in any respect unworthy of her distinguished parentage. She was, in fine, an intelligent, a highly cultivated, and a graceful woman; quick in her perceptions, clear in judgement, generous uniformly in all her feelings, and in her affections true, tender, fervent and unchanging. That she had also the strength of character could have been doubted by no one, who had either seen her in affliction, or observed the burden of disease under which, for ten long years, she was sinking slowly to the grave. But that which now most hallows the spot of her repose, is the remembrance of her Christian Life. Strong and clear by nature was her sense of duty, and her sense of right. But these were made still stronger, and still clearer by the early baptism of the Holy Ghost. Her piety was that of sober thought, of chastened feeling, and of tender hope. Christ came, she felt, not merely to save us from the punishment of sin in the world to come, but to elevate, enrich and beautify our existence here. And such was the result she labored herself to realize.
For ten years, it has been said, she was an invalid. But it was only until a fortnight of her death, that her disease assumed a more alarming form, and thus warned her to be ready for the final hour.
Of the last sad scene-the scene always of strangely moved, if not of bewildered sympathies-it is enough to say, that she died in peace, in joy, in triumph. Those who stood near her felt, that one whose whole religious life had been like incense rising to please the Infinite, was now herself just ready to ascend. And so she faded from our sight. But she faded like a star, lost now for a time in the divine effulgence, only to appear again ere long a thousand times more fair and radiant amid the bright and rejoicing armies of the sky.
There is something beautiful and fragrant, beyond expression, in a life and death like hers whom we have so lately carried to the grave. That both may prove, through their abiding remembrance of them, a refreshment and a solace to the hearts now aching in silence beneath this severely bereaving providence of God, is the prayer of one, who begs permission to weep in this the deepest anguish of their lives
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