DIED
At the residence of her parents, in Colorado County, Texas on the 11 of August, Laura A. Thatcher, in the 14th year of her age. Her sufferings were long continued and severe, and all that love and affection could suggest, was done to alleviate them. A mother's tenderness hung over the last and received the latest breath. None knew but to love her, She was the life of the household, and a child of remarkable mental powers, with a warm and generous heart, and her death will cause a pang to many outside the family circle. Her illness, which lasted throughout the period of ten years, was borne with a resignation and calmness truly wonderful to behold, and she looked forward without fear to her final departure. Like one who wraps the drapery of her couch around her and lies down to pleasant dreams—she died without a struggle, and in the full assurance of a blissful immortality.
Her suffering ended with the day,
Yet lived she at its close:
She breathed the long, long night away,
In statue like repose.
But when the sun in all his state
Illumined the Eastern skies,
She passed through glories morning gate
And walked in paradise.
L. W. L., Her Teacher.
At the residence of her parents, in Colorado County, Texas on the 11 of August, Laura A. Thatcher, in the 14th year of her age. Her sufferings were long continued and severe, and all that love and affection could suggest, was done to alleviate them. A mother's tenderness hung over the last and received the latest breath. None knew but to love her, She was the life of the household, and a child of remarkable mental powers, with a warm and generous heart, and her death will cause a pang to many outside the family circle. Her illness, which lasted throughout the period of ten years, was borne with a resignation and calmness truly wonderful to behold, and she looked forward without fear to her final departure. Like one who wraps the drapery of her couch around her and lies down to pleasant dreams—she died without a struggle, and in the full assurance of a blissful immortality.
Her suffering ended with the day,
Yet lived she at its close:
She breathed the long, long night away,
In statue like repose.
But when the sun in all his state
Illumined the Eastern skies,
She passed through glories morning gate
And walked in paradise.
L. W. L., Her Teacher.
DIED
At the residence of her parents, in Colorado County, Texas on the 11 of August, Laura A. Thatcher, in the 14th year of her age. Her sufferings were long continued and severe, and all that love and affection could suggest, was done to alleviate them. A mother's tenderness hung over the last and received the latest breath. None knew but to love her, She was the life of the household, and a child of remarkable mental powers, with a warm and generous heart, and her death will cause a pang to many outside the family circle. Her illness, which lasted throughout the period of ten years, was borne with a resignation and calmness truly wonderful to behold, and she looked forward without fear to her final departure. Like one who wraps the drapery of her couch around her and lies down to pleasant dreams—she died without a struggle, and in the full assurance of a blissful immortality.
Her suffering ended with the day,
Yet lived she at its close:
She breathed the long, long night away,
In statue like repose.
But when the sun in all his state
Illumined the Eastern skies,
She passed through glories morning gate
And walked in paradise.
L. W. L., Her Teacher.
At the residence of her parents, in Colorado County, Texas on the 11 of August, Laura A. Thatcher, in the 14th year of her age. Her sufferings were long continued and severe, and all that love and affection could suggest, was done to alleviate them. A mother's tenderness hung over the last and received the latest breath. None knew but to love her, She was the life of the household, and a child of remarkable mental powers, with a warm and generous heart, and her death will cause a pang to many outside the family circle. Her illness, which lasted throughout the period of ten years, was borne with a resignation and calmness truly wonderful to behold, and she looked forward without fear to her final departure. Like one who wraps the drapery of her couch around her and lies down to pleasant dreams—she died without a struggle, and in the full assurance of a blissful immortality.
Her suffering ended with the day,
Yet lived she at its close:
She breathed the long, long night away,
In statue like repose.
But when the sun in all his state
Illumined the Eastern skies,
She passed through glories morning gate
And walked in paradise.
L. W. L., Her Teacher.
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