On March 31, 1892, Eliza Watson, the beloved wife of the late John Watson.
A precious one from us has gone
The voice we loved is stilled
Her place is vacant here on earth
Which never can be filled.
Mother dear she died of late
The angels for her patiently did wait
Her room is vacant without mother dear
There is no other can fill mother's chair.
By Her Children
Funeral Sunday, April 3,a t 2 p.m. from residence, 903 H street southwest. Friends and relatives respectfully invited to attend.
A precious one from us has gone
The voice we loved is stilled
Her place is vacant here on earth
Which never can be filled.
Mother dear she died of late
The angels for her patiently did wait
Her room is vacant without mother dear
There is no other can fill mother's chair.
By Her Children
Funeral Sunday, April 3,a t 2 p.m. from residence, 903 H street southwest. Friends and relatives respectfully invited to attend.
On March 31, 1892, Eliza Watson, the beloved wife of the late John Watson.
A precious one from us has gone
The voice we loved is stilled
Her place is vacant here on earth
Which never can be filled.
Mother dear she died of late
The angels for her patiently did wait
Her room is vacant without mother dear
There is no other can fill mother's chair.
By Her Children
Funeral Sunday, April 3,a t 2 p.m. from residence, 903 H street southwest. Friends and relatives respectfully invited to attend.
A precious one from us has gone
The voice we loved is stilled
Her place is vacant here on earth
Which never can be filled.
Mother dear she died of late
The angels for her patiently did wait
Her room is vacant without mother dear
There is no other can fill mother's chair.
By Her Children
Funeral Sunday, April 3,a t 2 p.m. from residence, 903 H street southwest. Friends and relatives respectfully invited to attend.
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