Mary Abell was engaged to be married when she died of Typhoid Fever.
Obituary from The Geauga Democrat newspaper, January 26, 1866
Tribute to the Memory of Miss Mary E. Abell of Troy, Geauga Co., Ohio, lately deceased.
Died - In Troy, Dec. 22d, 1865, of Typhoid Fever, Miss Mary E. Abell, age 20 years - only daughter of B.F. and Elizabeth M. Abell.
Bring flowers, fresh flowers -
The greener, the rarest,
The brightest and fairest,
And scatter o'er the grave
Of a loved one, that's gone!
Nothing is more beautiful, nothing as touching, as to witness the beautifying and making pleasant of the home of one gone before. We plant the evergreen -- and, by the hand of affection, the grave is strewn around with moss and roses. -- But not more pleasant is this than for memory -- the grave down deep in our hearts -- to gather, also, flowers, choosing only the choicest and best, and those cut sweetest and holiest thoughts of the departed. In their lives, we may, perchance, find that well worthy of emulation in ours.
The deceased was one of whom too much cannot be said in praise. Young, beautiful, gifted, and accomplished, she was the pride of her parents, the light and life of the circle in which she moved, and the joy of all who knew her. But more particularly in her own home, and by a valued few, will be treasured the remembrance of her gentle, cheerful life, so thoroughly unselfish, so constantly active. United to a rare delicacy and extreme thoughtfulness, was a strong love of right, and purpose to obey, unquestioned, is dictates. True and trusted as a friend; companion and daughter to her parents; and bearing no bitterness in her heart towards any, with her, "Love was the fulfilling of the law."
Possessing natural abilities in no ordinary degree, and her education being conducted under the watchful and solicitous care of parents, who seemed devoted to the furtherance of this laudable object, we wonder not that, at her age even, her attainments were so many and varied.-- Though skilled in the languages and sciences, she was more fond of natural history. With the birds, and among flowers, she ever seemed at home. Not a few, by her enthusiasm and aid, have been incited and enabled to make progress in their studies of these. Truly was she "a child of Nature!"
Passionately fond of music, she devoted much of her time to its culture; and, in the dispensation of a mysterious Providence, had she been permitted to remain with us yet awhile longer, she would soon have become proficient in this most pleasing of arts.
But of all those attractions and qualities that she possessed in such an unusual degree, to win the admiration and love of all those with whom she associated, there was no one thing more potent than her acknowledged goodness of heart. In this she could have been excelled by none.
Naturally impulsive and quick of perception, her nature may be said to have been one purely sympathetic. Her deepest and keenest sympathies were ever with the afflicted. Never in the enjoyment of a permanent degree of health, but having, withal, a tendency to consumption, her strength was not in proportion to her zeal to do works of kindness and charity, in rendering assistance to those of her friends who might be ill. Indeed, it was owing in a great measure, doubtless, to this overtasking herself with the care of the sick, that engendered her last, and alas ! but too fatal illness.
The funeral services of the lamented deceased were appropriately conducted by the pastor of the Congregational Church, Rev. Mr. Kingsley, Dec. 24th, at the residence of her bereaved and sorrowing parents. The attendance of friends upon the occasion was unusually large; and their appreciation of the loss that society, the sorrowing friends and all had sustained, was manifested by their freely mingling their tears with those of the bereaved. A portion of the exercises consisted in the singing by the choir, at the request of the friends, of a favorite hymn of the deceased--one of the last in which her voice was ever raised in praise--"I'm going home to die no more!" Nothing, it would seem, could have been more appropriate than this.--In harmony, was the language of prophecy fulfilled.
Of all those who looked a last, long look, there were none to whom the future looked more sad and drear--to whom death, also would be welcome--than he who followed as chief mourner--he who, in a few more short and fleeting days, had it not pleased God to call her hence, would have claimed her as his own--his partner and help-meet through life !
To those who have thus suffered the loss of all their earthly comfort; to him from whom has been ruthlessly torn her who was to have made his future joyous and bright; and to society, which has lost one of its fairest and brightest ornaments, there still is left one consoling, soul-cheering thought: she was gone to seek and find her rest ! And low we bend our heads, and humbly bend the knee, and murmer, "O Lord, thy will not mine, be done !"
Obituary from The Geauga Democrat newspaper, January 26, 1866
Tribute to the Memory of Miss Mary E. Abell of Troy, Geauga Co., Ohio, lately deceased.
Died - In Troy, Dec. 22d, 1865, of Typhoid Fever, Miss Mary E. Abell, age 20 years - only daughter of B.F. and Elizabeth M. Abell.
Bring flowers, fresh flowers -
The greener, the rarest,
The brightest and fairest,
And scatter o'er the grave
Of a loved one, that's gone!
Nothing is more beautiful, nothing as touching, as to witness the beautifying and making pleasant of the home of one gone before. We plant the evergreen -- and, by the hand of affection, the grave is strewn around with moss and roses. -- But not more pleasant is this than for memory -- the grave down deep in our hearts -- to gather, also, flowers, choosing only the choicest and best, and those cut sweetest and holiest thoughts of the departed. In their lives, we may, perchance, find that well worthy of emulation in ours.
The deceased was one of whom too much cannot be said in praise. Young, beautiful, gifted, and accomplished, she was the pride of her parents, the light and life of the circle in which she moved, and the joy of all who knew her. But more particularly in her own home, and by a valued few, will be treasured the remembrance of her gentle, cheerful life, so thoroughly unselfish, so constantly active. United to a rare delicacy and extreme thoughtfulness, was a strong love of right, and purpose to obey, unquestioned, is dictates. True and trusted as a friend; companion and daughter to her parents; and bearing no bitterness in her heart towards any, with her, "Love was the fulfilling of the law."
Possessing natural abilities in no ordinary degree, and her education being conducted under the watchful and solicitous care of parents, who seemed devoted to the furtherance of this laudable object, we wonder not that, at her age even, her attainments were so many and varied.-- Though skilled in the languages and sciences, she was more fond of natural history. With the birds, and among flowers, she ever seemed at home. Not a few, by her enthusiasm and aid, have been incited and enabled to make progress in their studies of these. Truly was she "a child of Nature!"
Passionately fond of music, she devoted much of her time to its culture; and, in the dispensation of a mysterious Providence, had she been permitted to remain with us yet awhile longer, she would soon have become proficient in this most pleasing of arts.
But of all those attractions and qualities that she possessed in such an unusual degree, to win the admiration and love of all those with whom she associated, there was no one thing more potent than her acknowledged goodness of heart. In this she could have been excelled by none.
Naturally impulsive and quick of perception, her nature may be said to have been one purely sympathetic. Her deepest and keenest sympathies were ever with the afflicted. Never in the enjoyment of a permanent degree of health, but having, withal, a tendency to consumption, her strength was not in proportion to her zeal to do works of kindness and charity, in rendering assistance to those of her friends who might be ill. Indeed, it was owing in a great measure, doubtless, to this overtasking herself with the care of the sick, that engendered her last, and alas ! but too fatal illness.
The funeral services of the lamented deceased were appropriately conducted by the pastor of the Congregational Church, Rev. Mr. Kingsley, Dec. 24th, at the residence of her bereaved and sorrowing parents. The attendance of friends upon the occasion was unusually large; and their appreciation of the loss that society, the sorrowing friends and all had sustained, was manifested by their freely mingling their tears with those of the bereaved. A portion of the exercises consisted in the singing by the choir, at the request of the friends, of a favorite hymn of the deceased--one of the last in which her voice was ever raised in praise--"I'm going home to die no more!" Nothing, it would seem, could have been more appropriate than this.--In harmony, was the language of prophecy fulfilled.
Of all those who looked a last, long look, there were none to whom the future looked more sad and drear--to whom death, also would be welcome--than he who followed as chief mourner--he who, in a few more short and fleeting days, had it not pleased God to call her hence, would have claimed her as his own--his partner and help-meet through life !
To those who have thus suffered the loss of all their earthly comfort; to him from whom has been ruthlessly torn her who was to have made his future joyous and bright; and to society, which has lost one of its fairest and brightest ornaments, there still is left one consoling, soul-cheering thought: she was gone to seek and find her rest ! And low we bend our heads, and humbly bend the knee, and murmer, "O Lord, thy will not mine, be done !"
Mary Abell was engaged to be married when she died of Typhoid Fever.
Obituary from The Geauga Democrat newspaper, January 26, 1866
Tribute to the Memory of Miss Mary E. Abell of Troy, Geauga Co., Ohio, lately deceased.
Died - In Troy, Dec. 22d, 1865, of Typhoid Fever, Miss Mary E. Abell, age 20 years - only daughter of B.F. and Elizabeth M. Abell.
Bring flowers, fresh flowers -
The greener, the rarest,
The brightest and fairest,
And scatter o'er the grave
Of a loved one, that's gone!
Nothing is more beautiful, nothing as touching, as to witness the beautifying and making pleasant of the home of one gone before. We plant the evergreen -- and, by the hand of affection, the grave is strewn around with moss and roses. -- But not more pleasant is this than for memory -- the grave down deep in our hearts -- to gather, also, flowers, choosing only the choicest and best, and those cut sweetest and holiest thoughts of the departed. In their lives, we may, perchance, find that well worthy of emulation in ours.
The deceased was one of whom too much cannot be said in praise. Young, beautiful, gifted, and accomplished, she was the pride of her parents, the light and life of the circle in which she moved, and the joy of all who knew her. But more particularly in her own home, and by a valued few, will be treasured the remembrance of her gentle, cheerful life, so thoroughly unselfish, so constantly active. United to a rare delicacy and extreme thoughtfulness, was a strong love of right, and purpose to obey, unquestioned, is dictates. True and trusted as a friend; companion and daughter to her parents; and bearing no bitterness in her heart towards any, with her, "Love was the fulfilling of the law."
Possessing natural abilities in no ordinary degree, and her education being conducted under the watchful and solicitous care of parents, who seemed devoted to the furtherance of this laudable object, we wonder not that, at her age even, her attainments were so many and varied.-- Though skilled in the languages and sciences, she was more fond of natural history. With the birds, and among flowers, she ever seemed at home. Not a few, by her enthusiasm and aid, have been incited and enabled to make progress in their studies of these. Truly was she "a child of Nature!"
Passionately fond of music, she devoted much of her time to its culture; and, in the dispensation of a mysterious Providence, had she been permitted to remain with us yet awhile longer, she would soon have become proficient in this most pleasing of arts.
But of all those attractions and qualities that she possessed in such an unusual degree, to win the admiration and love of all those with whom she associated, there was no one thing more potent than her acknowledged goodness of heart. In this she could have been excelled by none.
Naturally impulsive and quick of perception, her nature may be said to have been one purely sympathetic. Her deepest and keenest sympathies were ever with the afflicted. Never in the enjoyment of a permanent degree of health, but having, withal, a tendency to consumption, her strength was not in proportion to her zeal to do works of kindness and charity, in rendering assistance to those of her friends who might be ill. Indeed, it was owing in a great measure, doubtless, to this overtasking herself with the care of the sick, that engendered her last, and alas ! but too fatal illness.
The funeral services of the lamented deceased were appropriately conducted by the pastor of the Congregational Church, Rev. Mr. Kingsley, Dec. 24th, at the residence of her bereaved and sorrowing parents. The attendance of friends upon the occasion was unusually large; and their appreciation of the loss that society, the sorrowing friends and all had sustained, was manifested by their freely mingling their tears with those of the bereaved. A portion of the exercises consisted in the singing by the choir, at the request of the friends, of a favorite hymn of the deceased--one of the last in which her voice was ever raised in praise--"I'm going home to die no more!" Nothing, it would seem, could have been more appropriate than this.--In harmony, was the language of prophecy fulfilled.
Of all those who looked a last, long look, there were none to whom the future looked more sad and drear--to whom death, also would be welcome--than he who followed as chief mourner--he who, in a few more short and fleeting days, had it not pleased God to call her hence, would have claimed her as his own--his partner and help-meet through life !
To those who have thus suffered the loss of all their earthly comfort; to him from whom has been ruthlessly torn her who was to have made his future joyous and bright; and to society, which has lost one of its fairest and brightest ornaments, there still is left one consoling, soul-cheering thought: she was gone to seek and find her rest ! And low we bend our heads, and humbly bend the knee, and murmer, "O Lord, thy will not mine, be done !"
Obituary from The Geauga Democrat newspaper, January 26, 1866
Tribute to the Memory of Miss Mary E. Abell of Troy, Geauga Co., Ohio, lately deceased.
Died - In Troy, Dec. 22d, 1865, of Typhoid Fever, Miss Mary E. Abell, age 20 years - only daughter of B.F. and Elizabeth M. Abell.
Bring flowers, fresh flowers -
The greener, the rarest,
The brightest and fairest,
And scatter o'er the grave
Of a loved one, that's gone!
Nothing is more beautiful, nothing as touching, as to witness the beautifying and making pleasant of the home of one gone before. We plant the evergreen -- and, by the hand of affection, the grave is strewn around with moss and roses. -- But not more pleasant is this than for memory -- the grave down deep in our hearts -- to gather, also, flowers, choosing only the choicest and best, and those cut sweetest and holiest thoughts of the departed. In their lives, we may, perchance, find that well worthy of emulation in ours.
The deceased was one of whom too much cannot be said in praise. Young, beautiful, gifted, and accomplished, she was the pride of her parents, the light and life of the circle in which she moved, and the joy of all who knew her. But more particularly in her own home, and by a valued few, will be treasured the remembrance of her gentle, cheerful life, so thoroughly unselfish, so constantly active. United to a rare delicacy and extreme thoughtfulness, was a strong love of right, and purpose to obey, unquestioned, is dictates. True and trusted as a friend; companion and daughter to her parents; and bearing no bitterness in her heart towards any, with her, "Love was the fulfilling of the law."
Possessing natural abilities in no ordinary degree, and her education being conducted under the watchful and solicitous care of parents, who seemed devoted to the furtherance of this laudable object, we wonder not that, at her age even, her attainments were so many and varied.-- Though skilled in the languages and sciences, she was more fond of natural history. With the birds, and among flowers, she ever seemed at home. Not a few, by her enthusiasm and aid, have been incited and enabled to make progress in their studies of these. Truly was she "a child of Nature!"
Passionately fond of music, she devoted much of her time to its culture; and, in the dispensation of a mysterious Providence, had she been permitted to remain with us yet awhile longer, she would soon have become proficient in this most pleasing of arts.
But of all those attractions and qualities that she possessed in such an unusual degree, to win the admiration and love of all those with whom she associated, there was no one thing more potent than her acknowledged goodness of heart. In this she could have been excelled by none.
Naturally impulsive and quick of perception, her nature may be said to have been one purely sympathetic. Her deepest and keenest sympathies were ever with the afflicted. Never in the enjoyment of a permanent degree of health, but having, withal, a tendency to consumption, her strength was not in proportion to her zeal to do works of kindness and charity, in rendering assistance to those of her friends who might be ill. Indeed, it was owing in a great measure, doubtless, to this overtasking herself with the care of the sick, that engendered her last, and alas ! but too fatal illness.
The funeral services of the lamented deceased were appropriately conducted by the pastor of the Congregational Church, Rev. Mr. Kingsley, Dec. 24th, at the residence of her bereaved and sorrowing parents. The attendance of friends upon the occasion was unusually large; and their appreciation of the loss that society, the sorrowing friends and all had sustained, was manifested by their freely mingling their tears with those of the bereaved. A portion of the exercises consisted in the singing by the choir, at the request of the friends, of a favorite hymn of the deceased--one of the last in which her voice was ever raised in praise--"I'm going home to die no more!" Nothing, it would seem, could have been more appropriate than this.--In harmony, was the language of prophecy fulfilled.
Of all those who looked a last, long look, there were none to whom the future looked more sad and drear--to whom death, also would be welcome--than he who followed as chief mourner--he who, in a few more short and fleeting days, had it not pleased God to call her hence, would have claimed her as his own--his partner and help-meet through life !
To those who have thus suffered the loss of all their earthly comfort; to him from whom has been ruthlessly torn her who was to have made his future joyous and bright; and to society, which has lost one of its fairest and brightest ornaments, there still is left one consoling, soul-cheering thought: she was gone to seek and find her rest ! And low we bend our heads, and humbly bend the knee, and murmer, "O Lord, thy will not mine, be done !"
Inscription
Only daughter of B. F. & E. W. Abell; aged 20 Years
