Obit-Gonzales Inquirer Feb. 11, 1892 pg. 3
Died-At her home on Denton's Creek on Saturday night, February 6, 1892 at about 12 o'clock p.m., Mrs. J. A. Baker. She was buried Monday morning at 11 o'clock in t he Public cemetery, and leaves quite a family bereft of a mother.
Gonzales Inquirer Mar. 3, 1892
To my brother J. A. Baker on the death of his wife.
Laura's not dead, only her time had come
To join our loved ones who have gone before,
Time's flying fast; we all will soon go home
To be united there for ever more.
Rouse thee, and bravely bear they heavy cross,
For the sake of those who need thy Father's care,
Thank God there is no death, nor any loss
To those who go to him, through faith in prayer.
When the dividing wall has been laid low
By death's kind hand, revealing to our siglft,
The eternal shore, its crystal rivers flow
And fields elysian bathed in dazzling light,
We'll know the reason for our woes and cares
And all life's mysteries be made plain;
What now seems indifference to our earnest prayers
Prove for our good and seeming loss prove gain.
I'll bid thee grieve not, thou wilt thou must
No Fathers heart with Fathers instinct yet
E'eryoelded a loved companion back to duet
Without keen anguish and deep regret.
When told his friend was dead, our Savior went
And blames us not that tears of sorrow flow,
When from our arms our cherished ones are swept,
And by deaths keen withering blast laid low.
But grieve not, dear, as those who have no hope
Who cling to the dark faith of lingersoll;
That at the foot of life's declining slope
Deep sleep eternal sleep awaits us all.
We know that our Redeemer lives, that we
Need no more to fear to cross Deaths chilling tide,
But when earth and all its woes set free
We'll meet our loved ones on the other side.
Sarah A, Thorne,
Fredonia, Mason county, Texas
Gonzales Inquirer Mar. 10, 1892
To My Sister, Laura L. Baker
My sainted sister, thou above,
In bliss eternal and in love,
Thou art a one whom Christ didst bless,
Rer thou to earth didst bid adiru
A living family was to view,
And now, a place which thou hast made,
An aching void which cannot fade.
Now tears have moistened tearless eyes
For one we love beyond and skies;
Though sickness preyed upon thy frame,
Yet blessed thy trust in Jesus' name.
A husband loving, thou hast left,
A mother and sisters, all bereft,
Who now, in sadness, mourn their lot;
Yet thou art gone, though not forgot.
And children seven, are left behind.
By chains of life are yet confined,
Whose hearts are rent and bosoms sore-
Their mother's voice is heard no more.
Live on dear Sis, that rest is thine,
Enjoy that ransom, all divne.
For soon again we'll meet in Heaven
Where love, peace and rest is given.
S. E. Christian
Died-At her home on Denton's Creek on Saturday night, February 6, 1892 at about 12 o'clock p.m., Mrs. J. A. Baker. She was buried Monday morning at 11 o'clock in t he Public cemetery, and leaves quite a family bereft of a mother.
Gonzales Inquirer Mar. 3, 1892
To my brother J. A. Baker on the death of his wife.
Laura's not dead, only her time had come
To join our loved ones who have gone before,
Time's flying fast; we all will soon go home
To be united there for ever more.
Rouse thee, and bravely bear they heavy cross,
For the sake of those who need thy Father's care,
Thank God there is no death, nor any loss
To those who go to him, through faith in prayer.
When the dividing wall has been laid low
By death's kind hand, revealing to our siglft,
The eternal shore, its crystal rivers flow
And fields elysian bathed in dazzling light,
We'll know the reason for our woes and cares
And all life's mysteries be made plain;
What now seems indifference to our earnest prayers
Prove for our good and seeming loss prove gain.
I'll bid thee grieve not, thou wilt thou must
No Fathers heart with Fathers instinct yet
E'eryoelded a loved companion back to duet
Without keen anguish and deep regret.
When told his friend was dead, our Savior went
And blames us not that tears of sorrow flow,
When from our arms our cherished ones are swept,
And by deaths keen withering blast laid low.
But grieve not, dear, as those who have no hope
Who cling to the dark faith of lingersoll;
That at the foot of life's declining slope
Deep sleep eternal sleep awaits us all.
We know that our Redeemer lives, that we
Need no more to fear to cross Deaths chilling tide,
But when earth and all its woes set free
We'll meet our loved ones on the other side.
Sarah A, Thorne,
Fredonia, Mason county, Texas
Gonzales Inquirer Mar. 10, 1892
To My Sister, Laura L. Baker
My sainted sister, thou above,
In bliss eternal and in love,
Thou art a one whom Christ didst bless,
Rer thou to earth didst bid adiru
A living family was to view,
And now, a place which thou hast made,
An aching void which cannot fade.
Now tears have moistened tearless eyes
For one we love beyond and skies;
Though sickness preyed upon thy frame,
Yet blessed thy trust in Jesus' name.
A husband loving, thou hast left,
A mother and sisters, all bereft,
Who now, in sadness, mourn their lot;
Yet thou art gone, though not forgot.
And children seven, are left behind.
By chains of life are yet confined,
Whose hearts are rent and bosoms sore-
Their mother's voice is heard no more.
Live on dear Sis, that rest is thine,
Enjoy that ransom, all divne.
For soon again we'll meet in Heaven
Where love, peace and rest is given.
S. E. Christian
Obit-Gonzales Inquirer Feb. 11, 1892 pg. 3
Died-At her home on Denton's Creek on Saturday night, February 6, 1892 at about 12 o'clock p.m., Mrs. J. A. Baker. She was buried Monday morning at 11 o'clock in t he Public cemetery, and leaves quite a family bereft of a mother.
Gonzales Inquirer Mar. 3, 1892
To my brother J. A. Baker on the death of his wife.
Laura's not dead, only her time had come
To join our loved ones who have gone before,
Time's flying fast; we all will soon go home
To be united there for ever more.
Rouse thee, and bravely bear they heavy cross,
For the sake of those who need thy Father's care,
Thank God there is no death, nor any loss
To those who go to him, through faith in prayer.
When the dividing wall has been laid low
By death's kind hand, revealing to our siglft,
The eternal shore, its crystal rivers flow
And fields elysian bathed in dazzling light,
We'll know the reason for our woes and cares
And all life's mysteries be made plain;
What now seems indifference to our earnest prayers
Prove for our good and seeming loss prove gain.
I'll bid thee grieve not, thou wilt thou must
No Fathers heart with Fathers instinct yet
E'eryoelded a loved companion back to duet
Without keen anguish and deep regret.
When told his friend was dead, our Savior went
And blames us not that tears of sorrow flow,
When from our arms our cherished ones are swept,
And by deaths keen withering blast laid low.
But grieve not, dear, as those who have no hope
Who cling to the dark faith of lingersoll;
That at the foot of life's declining slope
Deep sleep eternal sleep awaits us all.
We know that our Redeemer lives, that we
Need no more to fear to cross Deaths chilling tide,
But when earth and all its woes set free
We'll meet our loved ones on the other side.
Sarah A, Thorne,
Fredonia, Mason county, Texas
Gonzales Inquirer Mar. 10, 1892
To My Sister, Laura L. Baker
My sainted sister, thou above,
In bliss eternal and in love,
Thou art a one whom Christ didst bless,
Rer thou to earth didst bid adiru
A living family was to view,
And now, a place which thou hast made,
An aching void which cannot fade.
Now tears have moistened tearless eyes
For one we love beyond and skies;
Though sickness preyed upon thy frame,
Yet blessed thy trust in Jesus' name.
A husband loving, thou hast left,
A mother and sisters, all bereft,
Who now, in sadness, mourn their lot;
Yet thou art gone, though not forgot.
And children seven, are left behind.
By chains of life are yet confined,
Whose hearts are rent and bosoms sore-
Their mother's voice is heard no more.
Live on dear Sis, that rest is thine,
Enjoy that ransom, all divne.
For soon again we'll meet in Heaven
Where love, peace and rest is given.
S. E. Christian
Died-At her home on Denton's Creek on Saturday night, February 6, 1892 at about 12 o'clock p.m., Mrs. J. A. Baker. She was buried Monday morning at 11 o'clock in t he Public cemetery, and leaves quite a family bereft of a mother.
Gonzales Inquirer Mar. 3, 1892
To my brother J. A. Baker on the death of his wife.
Laura's not dead, only her time had come
To join our loved ones who have gone before,
Time's flying fast; we all will soon go home
To be united there for ever more.
Rouse thee, and bravely bear they heavy cross,
For the sake of those who need thy Father's care,
Thank God there is no death, nor any loss
To those who go to him, through faith in prayer.
When the dividing wall has been laid low
By death's kind hand, revealing to our siglft,
The eternal shore, its crystal rivers flow
And fields elysian bathed in dazzling light,
We'll know the reason for our woes and cares
And all life's mysteries be made plain;
What now seems indifference to our earnest prayers
Prove for our good and seeming loss prove gain.
I'll bid thee grieve not, thou wilt thou must
No Fathers heart with Fathers instinct yet
E'eryoelded a loved companion back to duet
Without keen anguish and deep regret.
When told his friend was dead, our Savior went
And blames us not that tears of sorrow flow,
When from our arms our cherished ones are swept,
And by deaths keen withering blast laid low.
But grieve not, dear, as those who have no hope
Who cling to the dark faith of lingersoll;
That at the foot of life's declining slope
Deep sleep eternal sleep awaits us all.
We know that our Redeemer lives, that we
Need no more to fear to cross Deaths chilling tide,
But when earth and all its woes set free
We'll meet our loved ones on the other side.
Sarah A, Thorne,
Fredonia, Mason county, Texas
Gonzales Inquirer Mar. 10, 1892
To My Sister, Laura L. Baker
My sainted sister, thou above,
In bliss eternal and in love,
Thou art a one whom Christ didst bless,
Rer thou to earth didst bid adiru
A living family was to view,
And now, a place which thou hast made,
An aching void which cannot fade.
Now tears have moistened tearless eyes
For one we love beyond and skies;
Though sickness preyed upon thy frame,
Yet blessed thy trust in Jesus' name.
A husband loving, thou hast left,
A mother and sisters, all bereft,
Who now, in sadness, mourn their lot;
Yet thou art gone, though not forgot.
And children seven, are left behind.
By chains of life are yet confined,
Whose hearts are rent and bosoms sore-
Their mother's voice is heard no more.
Live on dear Sis, that rest is thine,
Enjoy that ransom, all divne.
For soon again we'll meet in Heaven
Where love, peace and rest is given.
S. E. Christian
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