The Reporter Newspaper
Holly Springs, Miss.
November 18, 1870
In Holly Springs, Miss., on Saturday morning, Nov. 12th, 1870, of injuries received from a burn, Mary Coleman, daughter of Capt. Geo. M. and Victoria Buchanan; aged about four years.
Human sympathy is unavailing to comfort the stricken hearts of the devoted parents. But a few brief days ago, and their little darling was cheerful and happy, the joy of loving hearts, and the sunshine of a household whose hopes were centered on her. Now, she is an inmate of the dark and cold grave. It is hard to realize that she is dead. It is hard to feel that we shall never again see her lovely face, or hear the sweet music of her winsome laugh. She was beloved, aye, idolized almost by those who knew her. The earth has darker grown. What a sad change: the sudden blighting of fond anticipations and the crushing of hearts. To our finite view only hope is left, that beautiful rainbow, which GOD has placed around our moral horizon, to keep back despair, and to which the poor bereaved human being ever turns. GOD cannot be comprehended now. May he give us grace to bear all, comforted with the knowledge that he loves us and "doeth all things well". May the distressed ones be comforted with the blessed assurance that their little darling has only "gone before".
Holly Springs, Miss.
November 18, 1870
In Holly Springs, Miss., on Saturday morning, Nov. 12th, 1870, of injuries received from a burn, Mary Coleman, daughter of Capt. Geo. M. and Victoria Buchanan; aged about four years.
Human sympathy is unavailing to comfort the stricken hearts of the devoted parents. But a few brief days ago, and their little darling was cheerful and happy, the joy of loving hearts, and the sunshine of a household whose hopes were centered on her. Now, she is an inmate of the dark and cold grave. It is hard to realize that she is dead. It is hard to feel that we shall never again see her lovely face, or hear the sweet music of her winsome laugh. She was beloved, aye, idolized almost by those who knew her. The earth has darker grown. What a sad change: the sudden blighting of fond anticipations and the crushing of hearts. To our finite view only hope is left, that beautiful rainbow, which GOD has placed around our moral horizon, to keep back despair, and to which the poor bereaved human being ever turns. GOD cannot be comprehended now. May he give us grace to bear all, comforted with the knowledge that he loves us and "doeth all things well". May the distressed ones be comforted with the blessed assurance that their little darling has only "gone before".
The Reporter Newspaper
Holly Springs, Miss.
November 18, 1870
In Holly Springs, Miss., on Saturday morning, Nov. 12th, 1870, of injuries received from a burn, Mary Coleman, daughter of Capt. Geo. M. and Victoria Buchanan; aged about four years.
Human sympathy is unavailing to comfort the stricken hearts of the devoted parents. But a few brief days ago, and their little darling was cheerful and happy, the joy of loving hearts, and the sunshine of a household whose hopes were centered on her. Now, she is an inmate of the dark and cold grave. It is hard to realize that she is dead. It is hard to feel that we shall never again see her lovely face, or hear the sweet music of her winsome laugh. She was beloved, aye, idolized almost by those who knew her. The earth has darker grown. What a sad change: the sudden blighting of fond anticipations and the crushing of hearts. To our finite view only hope is left, that beautiful rainbow, which GOD has placed around our moral horizon, to keep back despair, and to which the poor bereaved human being ever turns. GOD cannot be comprehended now. May he give us grace to bear all, comforted with the knowledge that he loves us and "doeth all things well". May the distressed ones be comforted with the blessed assurance that their little darling has only "gone before".
Holly Springs, Miss.
November 18, 1870
In Holly Springs, Miss., on Saturday morning, Nov. 12th, 1870, of injuries received from a burn, Mary Coleman, daughter of Capt. Geo. M. and Victoria Buchanan; aged about four years.
Human sympathy is unavailing to comfort the stricken hearts of the devoted parents. But a few brief days ago, and their little darling was cheerful and happy, the joy of loving hearts, and the sunshine of a household whose hopes were centered on her. Now, she is an inmate of the dark and cold grave. It is hard to realize that she is dead. It is hard to feel that we shall never again see her lovely face, or hear the sweet music of her winsome laugh. She was beloved, aye, idolized almost by those who knew her. The earth has darker grown. What a sad change: the sudden blighting of fond anticipations and the crushing of hearts. To our finite view only hope is left, that beautiful rainbow, which GOD has placed around our moral horizon, to keep back despair, and to which the poor bereaved human being ever turns. GOD cannot be comprehended now. May he give us grace to bear all, comforted with the knowledge that he loves us and "doeth all things well". May the distressed ones be comforted with the blessed assurance that their little darling has only "gone before".
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