On the 14th instant, after a long and painful illness of twelve months, Charlie H., aged 9 years, 1 month and 14 days, youngest child of Benjamin F. and Elizabeth Dove.
Good night, good night my mother,
The angels hover near,
I know that they are coming,
Their wings I almost hear,
Weep not, weep not in sorrow,
They beckon me away.
Where bright shall be the morrow,
Where crystal fountains play,
Ah, how sorely it doth grieve me,
Kind mother, thus to know,
That I may not live to cheer thee,
When thou art oppressed with woe;
Thus to leave thee, and forever,
From my home and friends to part;
Every tie of love to sever
That hath bound my youthful heart,
Good night, good night, my mother,
Oh! why so loth to part?
Come near and let my head recline
Upon your throbbing heart;
We shall not part forever,
You'll quickly come to me,
But, dear, dear mother, never
Can I return to thee.
(Baltimore Sun, 30 July 1858, Friday pg. 2)
Contributor: Roberta Mattle
Good night, good night my mother,
The angels hover near,
I know that they are coming,
Their wings I almost hear,
Weep not, weep not in sorrow,
They beckon me away.
Where bright shall be the morrow,
Where crystal fountains play,
Ah, how sorely it doth grieve me,
Kind mother, thus to know,
That I may not live to cheer thee,
When thou art oppressed with woe;
Thus to leave thee, and forever,
From my home and friends to part;
Every tie of love to sever
That hath bound my youthful heart,
Good night, good night, my mother,
Oh! why so loth to part?
Come near and let my head recline
Upon your throbbing heart;
We shall not part forever,
You'll quickly come to me,
But, dear, dear mother, never
Can I return to thee.
(Baltimore Sun, 30 July 1858, Friday pg. 2)
Contributor: Roberta Mattle
On the 14th instant, after a long and painful illness of twelve months, Charlie H., aged 9 years, 1 month and 14 days, youngest child of Benjamin F. and Elizabeth Dove.
Good night, good night my mother,
The angels hover near,
I know that they are coming,
Their wings I almost hear,
Weep not, weep not in sorrow,
They beckon me away.
Where bright shall be the morrow,
Where crystal fountains play,
Ah, how sorely it doth grieve me,
Kind mother, thus to know,
That I may not live to cheer thee,
When thou art oppressed with woe;
Thus to leave thee, and forever,
From my home and friends to part;
Every tie of love to sever
That hath bound my youthful heart,
Good night, good night, my mother,
Oh! why so loth to part?
Come near and let my head recline
Upon your throbbing heart;
We shall not part forever,
You'll quickly come to me,
But, dear, dear mother, never
Can I return to thee.
(Baltimore Sun, 30 July 1858, Friday pg. 2)
Contributor: Roberta Mattle
Good night, good night my mother,
The angels hover near,
I know that they are coming,
Their wings I almost hear,
Weep not, weep not in sorrow,
They beckon me away.
Where bright shall be the morrow,
Where crystal fountains play,
Ah, how sorely it doth grieve me,
Kind mother, thus to know,
That I may not live to cheer thee,
When thou art oppressed with woe;
Thus to leave thee, and forever,
From my home and friends to part;
Every tie of love to sever
That hath bound my youthful heart,
Good night, good night, my mother,
Oh! why so loth to part?
Come near and let my head recline
Upon your throbbing heart;
We shall not part forever,
You'll quickly come to me,
But, dear, dear mother, never
Can I return to thee.
(Baltimore Sun, 30 July 1858, Friday pg. 2)
Contributor: Roberta Mattle
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Burial date July 15, 1858.
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