In Memory of Mrs. Catherine Curtice (née Hicks). Who died in this city on the 2nd of March
Inst., at 3 P.M., at No. 568 Fourth Avenue.
The deceased was born April 16, 1827, in Clarke county, Ohio, of Protestant parents from North Ireland. At the tender age of 14 she identified herself with the M.E. Church, of which her parents were members. Since that time she has been a willing and earnest worker in the cause of religion and humanity. She was married Oct. 27, 1846 to John Curtice, and for twenty years following they lived in the then pioneer country of Indiana and Iowa. During these years she experienced many of the dangers and hardships consequent on pioneer life. Added to these were the trials and cares connected with the rearing of a large family. But the grace of God sustained her, and she was never for a moment other than a dutiful wife and affectionate mother. Less than a year ago she left her home in Shelbyville, this State, intending to spend a year visiting her many friends in the Northwest, but soon fell a victim to a cancerous tumor, from which time till the hour of her death she endured the most excruciating pain. The heroic fortitude with which she bore her suffering was most remarkable, as was also the beautiful, child-like faith with which she approached the dark valley. She expressed a perfect willingness to go, but hoped that her suffering would soon be over. She was conscious through all, and conversed rationally to the last with her friends and those of her family who were with her. Her loss is deeply felt by her husband, five sons and four daughters, together with a host of friends. The day following her death she was laid away to rest in Cave Hill, our beautiful "City of the Dead," there to slumber on in sweet repose till the last trumpet shall sound. Her funeral will be preached today at 11 A.M. At the M.E. Church, South, In Shelbyville, Ky., of which she was a member at the time of her decease. Funeral services will be conducted by the Rev. E.L. Southgate.
Such a life is indeed its own monument, imperishable and towering. It needs no words, no encomiums, no comments. It will live in its influence through ages to come. It is well, however, to contemplate such a character at the close of its career. It is a study as rare as it is beautiful. Here is a wife, and mother who early in life took God and His promises for her portion. In danger and in safety, in peace and in war, in sunshine and shadow, she worked bravely on, never faltering in the course of right. And what a fitting end came to such a life -no fear of death, no anxiety for the future; nothing but a tranquil, triumphant passing away to her everlasting rest. Certainly if one doubt remained in the minds of men regarding the reality of the religion of Christ, such a life, more potent than any words, would scatter it even as the mists of morning are dispelled by the orb of day.
Now where the whispering pines their vigils keep,
She slumbers sweetly in her quiet bed;
No harrowing fear or sound can break her sleep,
There in the silent City of the Dead.
There is no sign of pain upon her brow,
No troublous visions'--tis a dreamless rest;
The earnest, gentle, loving hands are now
Folded in peace across her pulseless breast/
O! Thou who call'st the weary pilgim home,
Thou Know'st our grief, stretch out thy soothing hand;
The tide of grief rolls back, dark shadows flee
And angry waves stand still at they command.
Farewell, oh! Christian mother, neighbor, friend,
And faithful worker in God's vineyard here;
Farewell, till unto us the summons comes
To join you in that bright, perennial sphere.
(Source: Shelbyville Newspaper 1885)
Inst., at 3 P.M., at No. 568 Fourth Avenue.
The deceased was born April 16, 1827, in Clarke county, Ohio, of Protestant parents from North Ireland. At the tender age of 14 she identified herself with the M.E. Church, of which her parents were members. Since that time she has been a willing and earnest worker in the cause of religion and humanity. She was married Oct. 27, 1846 to John Curtice, and for twenty years following they lived in the then pioneer country of Indiana and Iowa. During these years she experienced many of the dangers and hardships consequent on pioneer life. Added to these were the trials and cares connected with the rearing of a large family. But the grace of God sustained her, and she was never for a moment other than a dutiful wife and affectionate mother. Less than a year ago she left her home in Shelbyville, this State, intending to spend a year visiting her many friends in the Northwest, but soon fell a victim to a cancerous tumor, from which time till the hour of her death she endured the most excruciating pain. The heroic fortitude with which she bore her suffering was most remarkable, as was also the beautiful, child-like faith with which she approached the dark valley. She expressed a perfect willingness to go, but hoped that her suffering would soon be over. She was conscious through all, and conversed rationally to the last with her friends and those of her family who were with her. Her loss is deeply felt by her husband, five sons and four daughters, together with a host of friends. The day following her death she was laid away to rest in Cave Hill, our beautiful "City of the Dead," there to slumber on in sweet repose till the last trumpet shall sound. Her funeral will be preached today at 11 A.M. At the M.E. Church, South, In Shelbyville, Ky., of which she was a member at the time of her decease. Funeral services will be conducted by the Rev. E.L. Southgate.
Such a life is indeed its own monument, imperishable and towering. It needs no words, no encomiums, no comments. It will live in its influence through ages to come. It is well, however, to contemplate such a character at the close of its career. It is a study as rare as it is beautiful. Here is a wife, and mother who early in life took God and His promises for her portion. In danger and in safety, in peace and in war, in sunshine and shadow, she worked bravely on, never faltering in the course of right. And what a fitting end came to such a life -no fear of death, no anxiety for the future; nothing but a tranquil, triumphant passing away to her everlasting rest. Certainly if one doubt remained in the minds of men regarding the reality of the religion of Christ, such a life, more potent than any words, would scatter it even as the mists of morning are dispelled by the orb of day.
Now where the whispering pines their vigils keep,
She slumbers sweetly in her quiet bed;
No harrowing fear or sound can break her sleep,
There in the silent City of the Dead.
There is no sign of pain upon her brow,
No troublous visions'--tis a dreamless rest;
The earnest, gentle, loving hands are now
Folded in peace across her pulseless breast/
O! Thou who call'st the weary pilgim home,
Thou Know'st our grief, stretch out thy soothing hand;
The tide of grief rolls back, dark shadows flee
And angry waves stand still at they command.
Farewell, oh! Christian mother, neighbor, friend,
And faithful worker in God's vineyard here;
Farewell, till unto us the summons comes
To join you in that bright, perennial sphere.
(Source: Shelbyville Newspaper 1885)
In Memory of Mrs. Catherine Curtice (née Hicks). Who died in this city on the 2nd of March
Inst., at 3 P.M., at No. 568 Fourth Avenue.
The deceased was born April 16, 1827, in Clarke county, Ohio, of Protestant parents from North Ireland. At the tender age of 14 she identified herself with the M.E. Church, of which her parents were members. Since that time she has been a willing and earnest worker in the cause of religion and humanity. She was married Oct. 27, 1846 to John Curtice, and for twenty years following they lived in the then pioneer country of Indiana and Iowa. During these years she experienced many of the dangers and hardships consequent on pioneer life. Added to these were the trials and cares connected with the rearing of a large family. But the grace of God sustained her, and she was never for a moment other than a dutiful wife and affectionate mother. Less than a year ago she left her home in Shelbyville, this State, intending to spend a year visiting her many friends in the Northwest, but soon fell a victim to a cancerous tumor, from which time till the hour of her death she endured the most excruciating pain. The heroic fortitude with which she bore her suffering was most remarkable, as was also the beautiful, child-like faith with which she approached the dark valley. She expressed a perfect willingness to go, but hoped that her suffering would soon be over. She was conscious through all, and conversed rationally to the last with her friends and those of her family who were with her. Her loss is deeply felt by her husband, five sons and four daughters, together with a host of friends. The day following her death she was laid away to rest in Cave Hill, our beautiful "City of the Dead," there to slumber on in sweet repose till the last trumpet shall sound. Her funeral will be preached today at 11 A.M. At the M.E. Church, South, In Shelbyville, Ky., of which she was a member at the time of her decease. Funeral services will be conducted by the Rev. E.L. Southgate.
Such a life is indeed its own monument, imperishable and towering. It needs no words, no encomiums, no comments. It will live in its influence through ages to come. It is well, however, to contemplate such a character at the close of its career. It is a study as rare as it is beautiful. Here is a wife, and mother who early in life took God and His promises for her portion. In danger and in safety, in peace and in war, in sunshine and shadow, she worked bravely on, never faltering in the course of right. And what a fitting end came to such a life -no fear of death, no anxiety for the future; nothing but a tranquil, triumphant passing away to her everlasting rest. Certainly if one doubt remained in the minds of men regarding the reality of the religion of Christ, such a life, more potent than any words, would scatter it even as the mists of morning are dispelled by the orb of day.
Now where the whispering pines their vigils keep,
She slumbers sweetly in her quiet bed;
No harrowing fear or sound can break her sleep,
There in the silent City of the Dead.
There is no sign of pain upon her brow,
No troublous visions'--tis a dreamless rest;
The earnest, gentle, loving hands are now
Folded in peace across her pulseless breast/
O! Thou who call'st the weary pilgim home,
Thou Know'st our grief, stretch out thy soothing hand;
The tide of grief rolls back, dark shadows flee
And angry waves stand still at they command.
Farewell, oh! Christian mother, neighbor, friend,
And faithful worker in God's vineyard here;
Farewell, till unto us the summons comes
To join you in that bright, perennial sphere.
(Source: Shelbyville Newspaper 1885)
Inst., at 3 P.M., at No. 568 Fourth Avenue.
The deceased was born April 16, 1827, in Clarke county, Ohio, of Protestant parents from North Ireland. At the tender age of 14 she identified herself with the M.E. Church, of which her parents were members. Since that time she has been a willing and earnest worker in the cause of religion and humanity. She was married Oct. 27, 1846 to John Curtice, and for twenty years following they lived in the then pioneer country of Indiana and Iowa. During these years she experienced many of the dangers and hardships consequent on pioneer life. Added to these were the trials and cares connected with the rearing of a large family. But the grace of God sustained her, and she was never for a moment other than a dutiful wife and affectionate mother. Less than a year ago she left her home in Shelbyville, this State, intending to spend a year visiting her many friends in the Northwest, but soon fell a victim to a cancerous tumor, from which time till the hour of her death she endured the most excruciating pain. The heroic fortitude with which she bore her suffering was most remarkable, as was also the beautiful, child-like faith with which she approached the dark valley. She expressed a perfect willingness to go, but hoped that her suffering would soon be over. She was conscious through all, and conversed rationally to the last with her friends and those of her family who were with her. Her loss is deeply felt by her husband, five sons and four daughters, together with a host of friends. The day following her death she was laid away to rest in Cave Hill, our beautiful "City of the Dead," there to slumber on in sweet repose till the last trumpet shall sound. Her funeral will be preached today at 11 A.M. At the M.E. Church, South, In Shelbyville, Ky., of which she was a member at the time of her decease. Funeral services will be conducted by the Rev. E.L. Southgate.
Such a life is indeed its own monument, imperishable and towering. It needs no words, no encomiums, no comments. It will live in its influence through ages to come. It is well, however, to contemplate such a character at the close of its career. It is a study as rare as it is beautiful. Here is a wife, and mother who early in life took God and His promises for her portion. In danger and in safety, in peace and in war, in sunshine and shadow, she worked bravely on, never faltering in the course of right. And what a fitting end came to such a life -no fear of death, no anxiety for the future; nothing but a tranquil, triumphant passing away to her everlasting rest. Certainly if one doubt remained in the minds of men regarding the reality of the religion of Christ, such a life, more potent than any words, would scatter it even as the mists of morning are dispelled by the orb of day.
Now where the whispering pines their vigils keep,
She slumbers sweetly in her quiet bed;
No harrowing fear or sound can break her sleep,
There in the silent City of the Dead.
There is no sign of pain upon her brow,
No troublous visions'--tis a dreamless rest;
The earnest, gentle, loving hands are now
Folded in peace across her pulseless breast/
O! Thou who call'st the weary pilgim home,
Thou Know'st our grief, stretch out thy soothing hand;
The tide of grief rolls back, dark shadows flee
And angry waves stand still at they command.
Farewell, oh! Christian mother, neighbor, friend,
And faithful worker in God's vineyard here;
Farewell, till unto us the summons comes
To join you in that bright, perennial sphere.
(Source: Shelbyville Newspaper 1885)
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