DIED.
Edith I., daughter of J.C. And Sarah J. Blaisdell, was born September 5, 1880, and died after an illness of two weeks, March 22, 1887. She was a most amiable, loving child, endearing herself to all by her sweet disposition and engaging manner. Her parents and other relatives are inconsolable in their affliction, while the friends sincerely morn her untimely departure. The funeral services were from the Baptist church on Wednesday, March 23rd, sermon by the pastor from the scripture lesson in Mark X 13-16. We never experienced a funeral of a child where more sorrow seemed to be generally felt
Edith was a member of the infant class in the Baptist Sunday school and her class was at the funeral: they each had a sprig of evergreen or a bouquet of nice flowers, which they threw into the grave. Many of these little children seemed almost heart-broken to part with their little class-mate. We rest assured that it is well with the child, while at the same time our extreme sympathy goes out to the stricken family. It is consoling to feel that if they cannot bring her back they may go where their loved one is.
Little did any of us think of the significance of the lines we asked her to recite a few months ago at a missionary concert at the same church. It was the closing piece of the evening and it corresponds so well, also, with her last word at home, which was, "good-bye." The following is the poem she spoke so nicely:
Kind friends, a moment yet remain,
for me to bid you all good-bye,
What have you done for Jesus' cause,
The noblest work to live and die in.
Say not, so much to do at home!
The willing heart shall soon discover,
If we give well, God giveth well.
Good measure, pressed and running over.
God speed the day when all the world,
Of small and great shall learn His story:
God bring us all to join the song,
His ransomed people sing in Glory.
From Bradford paper 3-24-1887.
Edith I., daughter of J.C. And Sarah J. Blaisdell, was born September 5, 1880, and died after an illness of two weeks, March 22, 1887. She was a most amiable, loving child, endearing herself to all by her sweet disposition and engaging manner. Her parents and other relatives are inconsolable in their affliction, while the friends sincerely morn her untimely departure. The funeral services were from the Baptist church on Wednesday, March 23rd, sermon by the pastor from the scripture lesson in Mark X 13-16. We never experienced a funeral of a child where more sorrow seemed to be generally felt
Edith was a member of the infant class in the Baptist Sunday school and her class was at the funeral: they each had a sprig of evergreen or a bouquet of nice flowers, which they threw into the grave. Many of these little children seemed almost heart-broken to part with their little class-mate. We rest assured that it is well with the child, while at the same time our extreme sympathy goes out to the stricken family. It is consoling to feel that if they cannot bring her back they may go where their loved one is.
Little did any of us think of the significance of the lines we asked her to recite a few months ago at a missionary concert at the same church. It was the closing piece of the evening and it corresponds so well, also, with her last word at home, which was, "good-bye." The following is the poem she spoke so nicely:
Kind friends, a moment yet remain,
for me to bid you all good-bye,
What have you done for Jesus' cause,
The noblest work to live and die in.
Say not, so much to do at home!
The willing heart shall soon discover,
If we give well, God giveth well.
Good measure, pressed and running over.
God speed the day when all the world,
Of small and great shall learn His story:
God bring us all to join the song,
His ransomed people sing in Glory.
From Bradford paper 3-24-1887.
DIED.
Edith I., daughter of J.C. And Sarah J. Blaisdell, was born September 5, 1880, and died after an illness of two weeks, March 22, 1887. She was a most amiable, loving child, endearing herself to all by her sweet disposition and engaging manner. Her parents and other relatives are inconsolable in their affliction, while the friends sincerely morn her untimely departure. The funeral services were from the Baptist church on Wednesday, March 23rd, sermon by the pastor from the scripture lesson in Mark X 13-16. We never experienced a funeral of a child where more sorrow seemed to be generally felt
Edith was a member of the infant class in the Baptist Sunday school and her class was at the funeral: they each had a sprig of evergreen or a bouquet of nice flowers, which they threw into the grave. Many of these little children seemed almost heart-broken to part with their little class-mate. We rest assured that it is well with the child, while at the same time our extreme sympathy goes out to the stricken family. It is consoling to feel that if they cannot bring her back they may go where their loved one is.
Little did any of us think of the significance of the lines we asked her to recite a few months ago at a missionary concert at the same church. It was the closing piece of the evening and it corresponds so well, also, with her last word at home, which was, "good-bye." The following is the poem she spoke so nicely:
Kind friends, a moment yet remain,
for me to bid you all good-bye,
What have you done for Jesus' cause,
The noblest work to live and die in.
Say not, so much to do at home!
The willing heart shall soon discover,
If we give well, God giveth well.
Good measure, pressed and running over.
God speed the day when all the world,
Of small and great shall learn His story:
God bring us all to join the song,
His ransomed people sing in Glory.
From Bradford paper 3-24-1887.
Edith I., daughter of J.C. And Sarah J. Blaisdell, was born September 5, 1880, and died after an illness of two weeks, March 22, 1887. She was a most amiable, loving child, endearing herself to all by her sweet disposition and engaging manner. Her parents and other relatives are inconsolable in their affliction, while the friends sincerely morn her untimely departure. The funeral services were from the Baptist church on Wednesday, March 23rd, sermon by the pastor from the scripture lesson in Mark X 13-16. We never experienced a funeral of a child where more sorrow seemed to be generally felt
Edith was a member of the infant class in the Baptist Sunday school and her class was at the funeral: they each had a sprig of evergreen or a bouquet of nice flowers, which they threw into the grave. Many of these little children seemed almost heart-broken to part with their little class-mate. We rest assured that it is well with the child, while at the same time our extreme sympathy goes out to the stricken family. It is consoling to feel that if they cannot bring her back they may go where their loved one is.
Little did any of us think of the significance of the lines we asked her to recite a few months ago at a missionary concert at the same church. It was the closing piece of the evening and it corresponds so well, also, with her last word at home, which was, "good-bye." The following is the poem she spoke so nicely:
Kind friends, a moment yet remain,
for me to bid you all good-bye,
What have you done for Jesus' cause,
The noblest work to live and die in.
Say not, so much to do at home!
The willing heart shall soon discover,
If we give well, God giveth well.
Good measure, pressed and running over.
God speed the day when all the world,
Of small and great shall learn His story:
God bring us all to join the song,
His ransomed people sing in Glory.
From Bradford paper 3-24-1887.
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