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The Columbus Journal, August 8, 1888
Thursday, August 2, 1888, of cholera infantum, after an illness of four days, Robie, son of Robert and Sarah Boyd, aged 20 months and 15 days. The funeral took place from the residence. Rev. H. L. Powers officiating.
Robie was a bright little boy whose childish prattle had gladdened the hearts of his parents, brothers and sisters, but the angel of death came and took him, and his childish words will be heard no more. We look at Robie, but scarcely realize that it can be so, yet life is not apparent. All is still, and we turn from him with anguish in our heart--he is dead. Mr. and Mrs. Boyd have the heartfelt sympathy of all in their sad bereavement. In the grave they have laid one that was very near and dear to them. We can turn our eyes to that bright land which they inhabit. This is no delusion. That land exists and little Robie is there mingling his with other angelic voices in strains of music which seem to be carried to us on the air.
http://www.usgennet.org/usa/ne/county/platte/vitals/vitals1888b.html
The Columbus Journal, August 8, 1888
Thursday, August 2, 1888, of cholera infantum, after an illness of four days, Robie, son of Robert and Sarah Boyd, aged 20 months and 15 days. The funeral took place from the residence. Rev. H. L. Powers officiating.
Robie was a bright little boy whose childish prattle had gladdened the hearts of his parents, brothers and sisters, but the angel of death came and took him, and his childish words will be heard no more. We look at Robie, but scarcely realize that it can be so, yet life is not apparent. All is still, and we turn from him with anguish in our heart--he is dead. Mr. and Mrs. Boyd have the heartfelt sympathy of all in their sad bereavement. In the grave they have laid one that was very near and dear to them. We can turn our eyes to that bright land which they inhabit. This is no delusion. That land exists and little Robie is there mingling his with other angelic voices in strains of music which seem to be carried to us on the air.
From the web site:
http://www.usgennet.org/usa/ne/county/platte/vitals/vitals1888b.html
The Columbus Journal, August 8, 1888
Thursday, August 2, 1888, of cholera infantum, after an illness of four days, Robie, son of Robert and Sarah Boyd, aged 20 months and 15 days. The funeral took place from the residence. Rev. H. L. Powers officiating.
Robie was a bright little boy whose childish prattle had gladdened the hearts of his parents, brothers and sisters, but the angel of death came and took him, and his childish words will be heard no more. We look at Robie, but scarcely realize that it can be so, yet life is not apparent. All is still, and we turn from him with anguish in our heart--he is dead. Mr. and Mrs. Boyd have the heartfelt sympathy of all in their sad bereavement. In the grave they have laid one that was very near and dear to them. We can turn our eyes to that bright land which they inhabit. This is no delusion. That land exists and little Robie is there mingling his with other angelic voices in strains of music which seem to be carried to us on the air.
http://www.usgennet.org/usa/ne/county/platte/vitals/vitals1888b.html
The Columbus Journal, August 8, 1888
Thursday, August 2, 1888, of cholera infantum, after an illness of four days, Robie, son of Robert and Sarah Boyd, aged 20 months and 15 days. The funeral took place from the residence. Rev. H. L. Powers officiating.
Robie was a bright little boy whose childish prattle had gladdened the hearts of his parents, brothers and sisters, but the angel of death came and took him, and his childish words will be heard no more. We look at Robie, but scarcely realize that it can be so, yet life is not apparent. All is still, and we turn from him with anguish in our heart--he is dead. Mr. and Mrs. Boyd have the heartfelt sympathy of all in their sad bereavement. In the grave they have laid one that was very near and dear to them. We can turn our eyes to that bright land which they inhabit. This is no delusion. That land exists and little Robie is there mingling his with other angelic voices in strains of music which seem to be carried to us on the air.
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