From the Skidmore New Era, 24 Apr, 1911, p. 11:
Left Over from the Last Issue of the Paper
With the Angels
Dorris, the three weeks old twin of Mr. and Mrs. John M. Ashbrook, fell asleep Saturday morning to open her little eyes no more in this world of sorrow. The little twins, Dorris and Dorothy, were never rugged, stout children, but apparently Dorris was the stronger of the two.
Saturday morning at 3 o'clock she awakened, seemingly as healthy as ever and was nursed by her mother and quietly fell asleep again. When the parents awoke in the morning they found that her little spirit had winged its flight to the God who gave it.
Funeral services were held Saturday afternoon at the residence, conducted by Elder S. D. Harlan, and the burial took place in the Masonic cemetery.
The sunshine of mother love could not warm her to life nor the affection of parenthood beguile her from drooping as a faded flower. Her breath went out like the exhalation of a sweetly fragrant minion of the woodland and in her stead was left only a holy and beautiful memory.
Sleep on in thy beauty
Thou sweet angel child
By sorrow unblighted
By sin undefiled
Like the bird of the Ark
Thou has flown to thy rest
From the wild sea of strife
To the home of the blest
Card of Thanks
We are gratefully thankful to our friends and neighbors who so kindly assisted us in the death and burial of our darling little Dorris. May the Heavenly Father, who notes the sparrow's fall, ever be with you, is our prayer.
Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Ashbrook
Left Over from the Last Issue of the Paper
With the Angels
Dorris, the three weeks old twin of Mr. and Mrs. John M. Ashbrook, fell asleep Saturday morning to open her little eyes no more in this world of sorrow. The little twins, Dorris and Dorothy, were never rugged, stout children, but apparently Dorris was the stronger of the two.
Saturday morning at 3 o'clock she awakened, seemingly as healthy as ever and was nursed by her mother and quietly fell asleep again. When the parents awoke in the morning they found that her little spirit had winged its flight to the God who gave it.
Funeral services were held Saturday afternoon at the residence, conducted by Elder S. D. Harlan, and the burial took place in the Masonic cemetery.
The sunshine of mother love could not warm her to life nor the affection of parenthood beguile her from drooping as a faded flower. Her breath went out like the exhalation of a sweetly fragrant minion of the woodland and in her stead was left only a holy and beautiful memory.
Sleep on in thy beauty
Thou sweet angel child
By sorrow unblighted
By sin undefiled
Like the bird of the Ark
Thou has flown to thy rest
From the wild sea of strife
To the home of the blest
Card of Thanks
We are gratefully thankful to our friends and neighbors who so kindly assisted us in the death and burial of our darling little Dorris. May the Heavenly Father, who notes the sparrow's fall, ever be with you, is our prayer.
Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Ashbrook
From the Skidmore New Era, 24 Apr, 1911, p. 11:
Left Over from the Last Issue of the Paper
With the Angels
Dorris, the three weeks old twin of Mr. and Mrs. John M. Ashbrook, fell asleep Saturday morning to open her little eyes no more in this world of sorrow. The little twins, Dorris and Dorothy, were never rugged, stout children, but apparently Dorris was the stronger of the two.
Saturday morning at 3 o'clock she awakened, seemingly as healthy as ever and was nursed by her mother and quietly fell asleep again. When the parents awoke in the morning they found that her little spirit had winged its flight to the God who gave it.
Funeral services were held Saturday afternoon at the residence, conducted by Elder S. D. Harlan, and the burial took place in the Masonic cemetery.
The sunshine of mother love could not warm her to life nor the affection of parenthood beguile her from drooping as a faded flower. Her breath went out like the exhalation of a sweetly fragrant minion of the woodland and in her stead was left only a holy and beautiful memory.
Sleep on in thy beauty
Thou sweet angel child
By sorrow unblighted
By sin undefiled
Like the bird of the Ark
Thou has flown to thy rest
From the wild sea of strife
To the home of the blest
Card of Thanks
We are gratefully thankful to our friends and neighbors who so kindly assisted us in the death and burial of our darling little Dorris. May the Heavenly Father, who notes the sparrow's fall, ever be with you, is our prayer.
Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Ashbrook
Left Over from the Last Issue of the Paper
With the Angels
Dorris, the three weeks old twin of Mr. and Mrs. John M. Ashbrook, fell asleep Saturday morning to open her little eyes no more in this world of sorrow. The little twins, Dorris and Dorothy, were never rugged, stout children, but apparently Dorris was the stronger of the two.
Saturday morning at 3 o'clock she awakened, seemingly as healthy as ever and was nursed by her mother and quietly fell asleep again. When the parents awoke in the morning they found that her little spirit had winged its flight to the God who gave it.
Funeral services were held Saturday afternoon at the residence, conducted by Elder S. D. Harlan, and the burial took place in the Masonic cemetery.
The sunshine of mother love could not warm her to life nor the affection of parenthood beguile her from drooping as a faded flower. Her breath went out like the exhalation of a sweetly fragrant minion of the woodland and in her stead was left only a holy and beautiful memory.
Sleep on in thy beauty
Thou sweet angel child
By sorrow unblighted
By sin undefiled
Like the bird of the Ark
Thou has flown to thy rest
From the wild sea of strife
To the home of the blest
Card of Thanks
We are gratefully thankful to our friends and neighbors who so kindly assisted us in the death and burial of our darling little Dorris. May the Heavenly Father, who notes the sparrow's fall, ever be with you, is our prayer.
Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Ashbrook
