[DAILY ADVOCATE, Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Wednesday, October 13, 1858]
"DIED. On the 13th instant, at Greenwell Springs, Martha Pike, daughter of W. H. and Mary E. Crenshaw, aged one year and six months.
It is idle to bid the afflicted parent be of "good cheer," when Death enters the portals of the home and lays his rude hand on the tender, all unconselous infant, and tears loose those strong tendrils which bind it as with iron hands to the affections of all who have heard its innocent prattle, or sat wrapt in blissful pride as it sweet carolings made sweeter the realities of its pervading presence. It seems but yesterday that our own bright eyed boy was reigning monarch of a now desolated fireside; his little form proved but a fleeting shadow to flatter pride and tempt hopes that were suddenly dashed to earth. He is gone, leaving a void _____ and boundless; we feel in our hearts the extent of our loss, and can, therefore, mingle our mournings with those of our friend; who, within so brief a period, has watched the gray nodding plumes of the hearse as it carried away, one by one, his three little ones, and saw them laid to rest in the cold, quiet grave. May the afflicted parents be strengthened to meet this force of this last affliction. If little children are permitted a life beyond this fretful sphere, then little Mattie's spirit will surely mingle fondly with that host of darling ones who have been mourned as she is now mourned. Peace to thy ashes, little girl."
[DAILY ADVOCATE, Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Wednesday, October 13, 1858]
"DIED. On the 13th instant, at Greenwell Springs, Martha Pike, daughter of W. H. and Mary E. Crenshaw, aged one year and six months.
It is idle to bid the afflicted parent be of "good cheer," when Death enters the portals of the home and lays his rude hand on the tender, all unconselous infant, and tears loose those strong tendrils which bind it as with iron hands to the affections of all who have heard its innocent prattle, or sat wrapt in blissful pride as it sweet carolings made sweeter the realities of its pervading presence. It seems but yesterday that our own bright eyed boy was reigning monarch of a now desolated fireside; his little form proved but a fleeting shadow to flatter pride and tempt hopes that were suddenly dashed to earth. He is gone, leaving a void _____ and boundless; we feel in our hearts the extent of our loss, and can, therefore, mingle our mournings with those of our friend; who, within so brief a period, has watched the gray nodding plumes of the hearse as it carried away, one by one, his three little ones, and saw them laid to rest in the cold, quiet grave. May the afflicted parents be strengthened to meet this force of this last affliction. If little children are permitted a life beyond this fretful sphere, then little Mattie's spirit will surely mingle fondly with that host of darling ones who have been mourned as she is now mourned. Peace to thy ashes, little girl."
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Children of William H. & Mary E. Crenshaw.
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Shares plot w/Willie Harney, Fanny Bell, & Infant Crenshaw.
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