Died, in Stanton, in the County, March 18, of Diphtheria, Emma C., eldest daughter of Orrin J. and Mary C. Williams, aged 10 years and 7 months.
The little one, whose death the parents mourn, was endeared to all. She had arrived at that age where life had just began to open, and she was just becoming conscious of its reality and amplitude, sprightly, intelligent and precocious, she was loved by all her acquaintances, her mother's hope, her father's love. She was so gently, so vivacious, so warm-hearted, that her departure will leave an aching void, never to be filled.
Yet from this most crushing grief, the darkest display.
Hope springs triumphant in the human breast, and the parents, though striken with grief, reverently feel and say "It is well."
St. Croix Republican; March 22, 1882
The little one, whose death the parents mourn, was endeared to all. She had arrived at that age where life had just began to open, and she was just becoming conscious of its reality and amplitude, sprightly, intelligent and precocious, she was loved by all her acquaintances, her mother's hope, her father's love. She was so gently, so vivacious, so warm-hearted, that her departure will leave an aching void, never to be filled.
Yet from this most crushing grief, the darkest display.
Hope springs triumphant in the human breast, and the parents, though striken with grief, reverently feel and say "It is well."
St. Croix Republican; March 22, 1882
Died, in Stanton, in the County, March 18, of Diphtheria, Emma C., eldest daughter of Orrin J. and Mary C. Williams, aged 10 years and 7 months.
The little one, whose death the parents mourn, was endeared to all. She had arrived at that age where life had just began to open, and she was just becoming conscious of its reality and amplitude, sprightly, intelligent and precocious, she was loved by all her acquaintances, her mother's hope, her father's love. She was so gently, so vivacious, so warm-hearted, that her departure will leave an aching void, never to be filled.
Yet from this most crushing grief, the darkest display.
Hope springs triumphant in the human breast, and the parents, though striken with grief, reverently feel and say "It is well."
St. Croix Republican; March 22, 1882
The little one, whose death the parents mourn, was endeared to all. She had arrived at that age where life had just began to open, and she was just becoming conscious of its reality and amplitude, sprightly, intelligent and precocious, she was loved by all her acquaintances, her mother's hope, her father's love. She was so gently, so vivacious, so warm-hearted, that her departure will leave an aching void, never to be filled.
Yet from this most crushing grief, the darkest display.
Hope springs triumphant in the human breast, and the parents, though striken with grief, reverently feel and say "It is well."
St. Croix Republican; March 22, 1882
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