DIED.
BELL In the town of Sycamore, at 6 P.M.
Nov. 21st 1879, Charlotte Bell, wife of Henry G. Bell, aged 64 years, 8 months, and 36 days.
Deceased was born in Lunday, Lane Niagara Co. Canada. At the age of twenty-two she was married to her now bereaved husband Henry G. Bell. She was the mother of nine children, all of whom now survive her, beside many friends and relatives who deeply feel and mourn her loss. She had never been identified with any church, but always took great interest in its advancement, as well as the advancement of all benevolent causes. She was always kind in cases of sickness, as many of her neighbors and friends can testify. She was respected and loved by all who knew her, and the poor and needy were never turned from her door. But her work is done, and she has entered into rest. In the death of Mrs. Bell society and the bereaved family have lost a valuable member.

Earthly toils and cares have limit,
Earthly harvests have an end;
Spiritual toils have never limits.
Spiritual harvests have no end.

In the darkest hours of night,
In the brightest hours of day
Stops an angel in his flight,
Stops and calls our loved away.

He has visited our dwelling.
Which was sweetest of them all.
Plucked the flower, without our telling,
Which was sweetest of them all

He has left our home in darkness;
He has covered it with a pall;
Father and children are in darkness,
For on Mother they cannot call.

She has gone to realms of beauty
With the angel she took her flight.
While on earth she did her duty:
She was at rest where there's no night

Let us turn our sad hearts yonder,
While with tears we strive to say:
On thy word well daily ponder;
Father teach us how to pray.

So that when our tasks shall close.
And we're called to take our flight,
May we go to sweet repose.
Where they never know'tis night.

True Republican, 6 December 1879 page 4