April 2, 1880, page 3:
Died
Of scarlet fever, March 26th, 1880, near Monmouth, Kansas, Jocie Alice, youngest daughter of John H. and Louvina W. Clough, aged 4 years, 2 months, and 3 days. after the most intense suffering for five days death came to her relief, and her spirit took its flight to a land of rest beyond the chilly waters. Its little form was laid away in the Cherokee cemetery. Neighbors here sympathize with the bereaved parents and friends in a strange land.
Jocie is gone, her gentle spirit's fled;
That form we loved so well, rests with the dead.
Her parents' tenderest care, and hope, and love,
Could not the mighty shaft of death remove.
Thus while blooming beauty fades away,
Here on earth no more her form we'll see.
She is sleeping in the tomb to-day,
And moldering in the silent clay.
Yet while we mourn around her tomb,
May true religion cheer the darkest gloom.
May we rise our thought to Heaven and say,
She lives in regions of eternal day.
Farewell dear child, till that momentous hour
When life's last struggle yields its feeble power;
Then the enraptured soul shall burst away
And meet the blooming in celestial day.
--- Mrs. J.C. Bouser
Obit contributed by Cheryl White
April 2, 1880, page 3:
Died
Of scarlet fever, March 26th, 1880, near Monmouth, Kansas, Jocie Alice, youngest daughter of John H. and Louvina W. Clough, aged 4 years, 2 months, and 3 days. after the most intense suffering for five days death came to her relief, and her spirit took its flight to a land of rest beyond the chilly waters. Its little form was laid away in the Cherokee cemetery. Neighbors here sympathize with the bereaved parents and friends in a strange land.
Jocie is gone, her gentle spirit's fled;
That form we loved so well, rests with the dead.
Her parents' tenderest care, and hope, and love,
Could not the mighty shaft of death remove.
Thus while blooming beauty fades away,
Here on earth no more her form we'll see.
She is sleeping in the tomb to-day,
And moldering in the silent clay.
Yet while we mourn around her tomb,
May true religion cheer the darkest gloom.
May we rise our thought to Heaven and say,
She lives in regions of eternal day.
Farewell dear child, till that momentous hour
When life's last struggle yields its feeble power;
Then the enraptured soul shall burst away
And meet the blooming in celestial day.
--- Mrs. J.C. Bouser
Obit contributed by Cheryl White
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