Gonzales Inquirer
June 1905:
Squires
Mrs. Margaret Squires, aged seventy-four, died at the home of her daughter, Mrs. N. J. Christian, June 22, and was laid to rest in the Gonzales cemetery by the side of a devoted husband, who preceded her to that glorious land some years since. Several children also had gone before her. Two daughters, Mrs. N. J. Christian, of this place, and Mrs. Alice Coorpender, of Medina, and twenty grandchildrren and sixteen great-grandchildren survive her.
Grandma was a religious lady of high degree and was a member of the Methodist church. Because of her deafness and being so feeble she never attended church any of the last few years of her life. Notwithstanding all that she never failed to read her bible daily and try to do as she thought her Savior would have her do.
We know she was prepared for death because about three weeks before her death she shouted and prayed to God to take her to her loved ones in heaven for she was ready and waiting to go. Consecrated memories hang around that now lonely home that will never more be the same. A voice that sweet and tender is hushed and we miss it more than pen can express. Many a tearless eye was moistened and many a heart was rent when we laid dear grandma in the grave beneath the cold sod. We are glad indeed to know that she is now resting in peace with her Savior and loved ones in that fair and happy land just across on the evergreen shore. Let us dear relatives endeavor to meet her over there.
Ours is the greatest of sorrow
And is surely deepest gloom.
For we've laid away our mother
In the silence of the tomb.
Our precious mother above,
Thou wer by Christ duly blest,
Thou art in joy eternl and in love
For now thou hast eternal rest.
Thou wilt not sleep long dea mother
in the cold and dismal grave,
For our Savior gave the promise
If you love me I will save.
And you know we love him,
For your life to him was given,
Now your body is in the cold, cold earth.
Your spirit is in heaven.
Loving sisters thou hast left,
Who now in sorrow mourn their lot.
Your devoted children, too, are all bereft,
Yes, thou art departed though not forgot.
Children many are left behind,
Whose hearts are rent and bosoms sore,
though by the chains of life are yet confine
Our mother's voice is heard no more.
Live on dear mother, that rest is thine,
Enjoy sweet peace, all divine,
For soon we'll meet again in heaven,
Where love and joy and rest are given.
A great-granddaughter,
June 1905:
Squires
Mrs. Margaret Squires, aged seventy-four, died at the home of her daughter, Mrs. N. J. Christian, June 22, and was laid to rest in the Gonzales cemetery by the side of a devoted husband, who preceded her to that glorious land some years since. Several children also had gone before her. Two daughters, Mrs. N. J. Christian, of this place, and Mrs. Alice Coorpender, of Medina, and twenty grandchildrren and sixteen great-grandchildren survive her.
Grandma was a religious lady of high degree and was a member of the Methodist church. Because of her deafness and being so feeble she never attended church any of the last few years of her life. Notwithstanding all that she never failed to read her bible daily and try to do as she thought her Savior would have her do.
We know she was prepared for death because about three weeks before her death she shouted and prayed to God to take her to her loved ones in heaven for she was ready and waiting to go. Consecrated memories hang around that now lonely home that will never more be the same. A voice that sweet and tender is hushed and we miss it more than pen can express. Many a tearless eye was moistened and many a heart was rent when we laid dear grandma in the grave beneath the cold sod. We are glad indeed to know that she is now resting in peace with her Savior and loved ones in that fair and happy land just across on the evergreen shore. Let us dear relatives endeavor to meet her over there.
Ours is the greatest of sorrow
And is surely deepest gloom.
For we've laid away our mother
In the silence of the tomb.
Our precious mother above,
Thou wer by Christ duly blest,
Thou art in joy eternl and in love
For now thou hast eternal rest.
Thou wilt not sleep long dea mother
in the cold and dismal grave,
For our Savior gave the promise
If you love me I will save.
And you know we love him,
For your life to him was given,
Now your body is in the cold, cold earth.
Your spirit is in heaven.
Loving sisters thou hast left,
Who now in sorrow mourn their lot.
Your devoted children, too, are all bereft,
Yes, thou art departed though not forgot.
Children many are left behind,
Whose hearts are rent and bosoms sore,
though by the chains of life are yet confine
Our mother's voice is heard no more.
Live on dear mother, that rest is thine,
Enjoy sweet peace, all divine,
For soon we'll meet again in heaven,
Where love and joy and rest are given.
A great-granddaughter,
Gonzales Inquirer
June 1905:
Squires
Mrs. Margaret Squires, aged seventy-four, died at the home of her daughter, Mrs. N. J. Christian, June 22, and was laid to rest in the Gonzales cemetery by the side of a devoted husband, who preceded her to that glorious land some years since. Several children also had gone before her. Two daughters, Mrs. N. J. Christian, of this place, and Mrs. Alice Coorpender, of Medina, and twenty grandchildrren and sixteen great-grandchildren survive her.
Grandma was a religious lady of high degree and was a member of the Methodist church. Because of her deafness and being so feeble she never attended church any of the last few years of her life. Notwithstanding all that she never failed to read her bible daily and try to do as she thought her Savior would have her do.
We know she was prepared for death because about three weeks before her death she shouted and prayed to God to take her to her loved ones in heaven for she was ready and waiting to go. Consecrated memories hang around that now lonely home that will never more be the same. A voice that sweet and tender is hushed and we miss it more than pen can express. Many a tearless eye was moistened and many a heart was rent when we laid dear grandma in the grave beneath the cold sod. We are glad indeed to know that she is now resting in peace with her Savior and loved ones in that fair and happy land just across on the evergreen shore. Let us dear relatives endeavor to meet her over there.
Ours is the greatest of sorrow
And is surely deepest gloom.
For we've laid away our mother
In the silence of the tomb.
Our precious mother above,
Thou wer by Christ duly blest,
Thou art in joy eternl and in love
For now thou hast eternal rest.
Thou wilt not sleep long dea mother
in the cold and dismal grave,
For our Savior gave the promise
If you love me I will save.
And you know we love him,
For your life to him was given,
Now your body is in the cold, cold earth.
Your spirit is in heaven.
Loving sisters thou hast left,
Who now in sorrow mourn their lot.
Your devoted children, too, are all bereft,
Yes, thou art departed though not forgot.
Children many are left behind,
Whose hearts are rent and bosoms sore,
though by the chains of life are yet confine
Our mother's voice is heard no more.
Live on dear mother, that rest is thine,
Enjoy sweet peace, all divine,
For soon we'll meet again in heaven,
Where love and joy and rest are given.
A great-granddaughter,
June 1905:
Squires
Mrs. Margaret Squires, aged seventy-four, died at the home of her daughter, Mrs. N. J. Christian, June 22, and was laid to rest in the Gonzales cemetery by the side of a devoted husband, who preceded her to that glorious land some years since. Several children also had gone before her. Two daughters, Mrs. N. J. Christian, of this place, and Mrs. Alice Coorpender, of Medina, and twenty grandchildrren and sixteen great-grandchildren survive her.
Grandma was a religious lady of high degree and was a member of the Methodist church. Because of her deafness and being so feeble she never attended church any of the last few years of her life. Notwithstanding all that she never failed to read her bible daily and try to do as she thought her Savior would have her do.
We know she was prepared for death because about three weeks before her death she shouted and prayed to God to take her to her loved ones in heaven for she was ready and waiting to go. Consecrated memories hang around that now lonely home that will never more be the same. A voice that sweet and tender is hushed and we miss it more than pen can express. Many a tearless eye was moistened and many a heart was rent when we laid dear grandma in the grave beneath the cold sod. We are glad indeed to know that she is now resting in peace with her Savior and loved ones in that fair and happy land just across on the evergreen shore. Let us dear relatives endeavor to meet her over there.
Ours is the greatest of sorrow
And is surely deepest gloom.
For we've laid away our mother
In the silence of the tomb.
Our precious mother above,
Thou wer by Christ duly blest,
Thou art in joy eternl and in love
For now thou hast eternal rest.
Thou wilt not sleep long dea mother
in the cold and dismal grave,
For our Savior gave the promise
If you love me I will save.
And you know we love him,
For your life to him was given,
Now your body is in the cold, cold earth.
Your spirit is in heaven.
Loving sisters thou hast left,
Who now in sorrow mourn their lot.
Your devoted children, too, are all bereft,
Yes, thou art departed though not forgot.
Children many are left behind,
Whose hearts are rent and bosoms sore,
though by the chains of life are yet confine
Our mother's voice is heard no more.
Live on dear mother, that rest is thine,
Enjoy sweet peace, all divine,
For soon we'll meet again in heaven,
Where love and joy and rest are given.
A great-granddaughter,
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