Obituary:
At early morn on Sabbath last March 28th a long life was suddenly brought to a close in the death of Lewis C. Rice. Mr. Rice was born in Indiana in 1845. From Indiana the family moved to the state of Illinois. He was married in 1865 to Miss Sarah Franklin and to them were born three sons and one daughter. On Oct. 29 1885 he was married to Miss V. Burt in Kansas City, Mo. and from this union two sons and one daughter were born. At the time of his death Mr. Rice had reached the ripe age of seventy years and five months. He came to the state of Oklahoma at the time of the opening and settled on his farm near the town of Perkins some twenty five years ago. Through his toil and labor he made a beautiful home for himself and family. On Monday afternoon a large crowd of friends and neighbors assembled at the home to pay their last tribute to husband, father, friend and neighbor. Rev. James Davies preached the funeral sermon from the following words: "It is appointed unto men once to die. but after that the judgment" Tender words were spoken and the Reverend gentleman reminded the family and friends that the body of the departed one had not been prepared for the burial but for the resurrection.
We know not what it is, this sleep so deep and still.
His folded hands, the awful calm and cheeks so pale and chill;
The lids that will not lift again though we may call and call.
That strange calm solitude has settled over all.
At the close Rev. J.W. Garner with the boys in "blue" took charge and performed the last rite to their dead comrade. The silent flag of the stars and stripes standing silent and lone, made the scene very impressive. The remains were followed by the bereaved family and sympathizing friends to their last resting place in the silent city of the dead.
Sleep from sun to sun
From Solemn eve to eve.
While tender hearts cannot anew
And for his presence grieve.
As I write the lines of my heart goes out to the bereaved family with a tenderness almost divine.
For those still left I pray.
Lead them dear Lord I say;
Turn grief to blessedness
On their immortal way, Friends and relatives came from near and from far and many silent tears were seen making their downward way on silent cheeks. Even so Jesus himself wept by the open grave. The divine teaching the human and the human the divine. -The Perkins Journal, April 2, 1915
At early morn on Sabbath last March 28th a long life was suddenly brought to a close in the death of Lewis C. Rice. Mr. Rice was born in Indiana in 1845. From Indiana the family moved to the state of Illinois. He was married in 1865 to Miss Sarah Franklin and to them were born three sons and one daughter. On Oct. 29 1885 he was married to Miss V. Burt in Kansas City, Mo. and from this union two sons and one daughter were born. At the time of his death Mr. Rice had reached the ripe age of seventy years and five months. He came to the state of Oklahoma at the time of the opening and settled on his farm near the town of Perkins some twenty five years ago. Through his toil and labor he made a beautiful home for himself and family. On Monday afternoon a large crowd of friends and neighbors assembled at the home to pay their last tribute to husband, father, friend and neighbor. Rev. James Davies preached the funeral sermon from the following words: "It is appointed unto men once to die. but after that the judgment" Tender words were spoken and the Reverend gentleman reminded the family and friends that the body of the departed one had not been prepared for the burial but for the resurrection.
We know not what it is, this sleep so deep and still.
His folded hands, the awful calm and cheeks so pale and chill;
The lids that will not lift again though we may call and call.
That strange calm solitude has settled over all.
At the close Rev. J.W. Garner with the boys in "blue" took charge and performed the last rite to their dead comrade. The silent flag of the stars and stripes standing silent and lone, made the scene very impressive. The remains were followed by the bereaved family and sympathizing friends to their last resting place in the silent city of the dead.
Sleep from sun to sun
From Solemn eve to eve.
While tender hearts cannot anew
And for his presence grieve.
As I write the lines of my heart goes out to the bereaved family with a tenderness almost divine.
For those still left I pray.
Lead them dear Lord I say;
Turn grief to blessedness
On their immortal way, Friends and relatives came from near and from far and many silent tears were seen making their downward way on silent cheeks. Even so Jesus himself wept by the open grave. The divine teaching the human and the human the divine. -The Perkins Journal, April 2, 1915
Obituary:
At early morn on Sabbath last March 28th a long life was suddenly brought to a close in the death of Lewis C. Rice. Mr. Rice was born in Indiana in 1845. From Indiana the family moved to the state of Illinois. He was married in 1865 to Miss Sarah Franklin and to them were born three sons and one daughter. On Oct. 29 1885 he was married to Miss V. Burt in Kansas City, Mo. and from this union two sons and one daughter were born. At the time of his death Mr. Rice had reached the ripe age of seventy years and five months. He came to the state of Oklahoma at the time of the opening and settled on his farm near the town of Perkins some twenty five years ago. Through his toil and labor he made a beautiful home for himself and family. On Monday afternoon a large crowd of friends and neighbors assembled at the home to pay their last tribute to husband, father, friend and neighbor. Rev. James Davies preached the funeral sermon from the following words: "It is appointed unto men once to die. but after that the judgment" Tender words were spoken and the Reverend gentleman reminded the family and friends that the body of the departed one had not been prepared for the burial but for the resurrection.
We know not what it is, this sleep so deep and still.
His folded hands, the awful calm and cheeks so pale and chill;
The lids that will not lift again though we may call and call.
That strange calm solitude has settled over all.
At the close Rev. J.W. Garner with the boys in "blue" took charge and performed the last rite to their dead comrade. The silent flag of the stars and stripes standing silent and lone, made the scene very impressive. The remains were followed by the bereaved family and sympathizing friends to their last resting place in the silent city of the dead.
Sleep from sun to sun
From Solemn eve to eve.
While tender hearts cannot anew
And for his presence grieve.
As I write the lines of my heart goes out to the bereaved family with a tenderness almost divine.
For those still left I pray.
Lead them dear Lord I say;
Turn grief to blessedness
On their immortal way, Friends and relatives came from near and from far and many silent tears were seen making their downward way on silent cheeks. Even so Jesus himself wept by the open grave. The divine teaching the human and the human the divine. -The Perkins Journal, April 2, 1915
At early morn on Sabbath last March 28th a long life was suddenly brought to a close in the death of Lewis C. Rice. Mr. Rice was born in Indiana in 1845. From Indiana the family moved to the state of Illinois. He was married in 1865 to Miss Sarah Franklin and to them were born three sons and one daughter. On Oct. 29 1885 he was married to Miss V. Burt in Kansas City, Mo. and from this union two sons and one daughter were born. At the time of his death Mr. Rice had reached the ripe age of seventy years and five months. He came to the state of Oklahoma at the time of the opening and settled on his farm near the town of Perkins some twenty five years ago. Through his toil and labor he made a beautiful home for himself and family. On Monday afternoon a large crowd of friends and neighbors assembled at the home to pay their last tribute to husband, father, friend and neighbor. Rev. James Davies preached the funeral sermon from the following words: "It is appointed unto men once to die. but after that the judgment" Tender words were spoken and the Reverend gentleman reminded the family and friends that the body of the departed one had not been prepared for the burial but for the resurrection.
We know not what it is, this sleep so deep and still.
His folded hands, the awful calm and cheeks so pale and chill;
The lids that will not lift again though we may call and call.
That strange calm solitude has settled over all.
At the close Rev. J.W. Garner with the boys in "blue" took charge and performed the last rite to their dead comrade. The silent flag of the stars and stripes standing silent and lone, made the scene very impressive. The remains were followed by the bereaved family and sympathizing friends to their last resting place in the silent city of the dead.
Sleep from sun to sun
From Solemn eve to eve.
While tender hearts cannot anew
And for his presence grieve.
As I write the lines of my heart goes out to the bereaved family with a tenderness almost divine.
For those still left I pray.
Lead them dear Lord I say;
Turn grief to blessedness
On their immortal way, Friends and relatives came from near and from far and many silent tears were seen making their downward way on silent cheeks. Even so Jesus himself wept by the open grave. The divine teaching the human and the human the divine. -The Perkins Journal, April 2, 1915
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