Inscription:
REV. J. R. BAKER
PASTOR OF THE
PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH
MARION KANSAS
DIED JULY 5, 1885
AGED 36 YRS. &
4 DAYS.
A MEMORIAL OF THE CHURCH
Married 13 May 1873 in Huntingdon County, PA.
Kansas Cosmos obituary, Council Grove, KS, 17 Jul 1885, p. 1:
In Memoriam
[Marion Record.]
BAKER - In Marion, Marion County, Kansas, on the morning of July 5, 1885, Rev. J.R. Baker.
His disease was pulmonic consumption. He had been ill about six months. the best medical skill was baffled. The kind attention of anxious friends availed not. The tide had set, on whose incoming wave he would nevermore return. the silver cord was loosed and the golden bowl broken. The silent form was all that remained to the circle of weeping friends.
The deceased was born in Meadow Gap, Pa., July 1, 1849. He embraced Christianity at the age of 16 and soon thereafter engaged in the profession of teaching, which he pursued at intervals until the spring of '82. During the latter period of his professional life he was for three years Principal of the Mill Wood Academy, and subsequently superintendeo the schools at Council Grove, Kansas. As a teacher, his endeavors to promote the material and spiritual welfare of his pupils were constant and untiring. So intense was his sincerity, so consistent his devotion that he won from both pupils and patrons, profound respect and implicit confidence. But so deeply was his noble soul moved by the contemplation of God's infinite goodness and mercy that he consecrated his life to His service. During the silent watches of the nights and those moments of intermission from his arduous labors, he prepared himself for the ministry. He was called from Council Grove to Marion as Stated Supply in January 1883. He came to us in the prime and perfection of manhood, possessed of a cultured, refined intellect, exquisite sensibility and sublime conceptions, he was the embodiment of men's most eminent attributes. His sermons were prepared with the utmost care. They were clear, logical, and forcible in their presentation, appealing rather to the intellect than to the emotions. They were replete with illustrations drawn from observation and study, presenting a rare combination of strength and beauty. With a fervent unceasing devotion he applied himself to his duties and studies.
Seven months after he first filled the pulpit here, he was solemnly ordained and installed as pastor of the Presbyterian church of this city. His life's mission was now unfolded. How enchantingly the rainbow of future promise must have appeared to him and his noble, devoted wife! Two years of earnest labor followed, which added but a brighter luster to the lofty, fervent sentiments implanted by his teachings and example.
His application was so consistent, so unremitting, that his health became impaired. The insiduous disease which had so long threatened to cut short his labors, asserted itself, the fatal ending was foreshadowed from the beginning. The angel came, the portal was closed. Never was death more in harmony with the life intended; both had the same character of deep and absolute serenity.
Rev. Baker was pure and noble hearted; thoughts and deeds blended together in harmonious symphony, like the accordant notes which spring from the various strings of a harp. His life was resplendant in the light of truth and virtue - a monument of simple grandeur. Transcandent in its beneficence, it cast a halo, beautiful and serene, that though the Angel of Death had wafted his soul across the silent river, yet the impress of his pure, ennobling example still remains to lead others to that beautiful valley in the beyond. His memory is like a chaplet of beautiful flowers, into which is woven only the choicest, the most precious blossoms, whose dewy fragrance and loveliness typify the purity and beauty of his life. How sublime and impressive is the lesson of a life so pure and impressive is the lesson of a life so pure and noble! How thrilling are its memories to those around whose heart the tendrils of its affections most closely entwine! How inscrutible is the will of the Master who calls one so deeply, so entirely devoted to his service to the garnered by the harvester death, while yet in the blush and bloom of youth and vigor! Yet could that liberated spirit whisper back across the eternal tide its message of love and consolation to sorrowing relatives and friends would not its utterances be:
"Weep not for him who died,
He sleeps and is at rest;
The couch whereon he lieth
Is the green earth's quiet breast.
Yet who would sink to life's last dreamless sleeping
Unnoticed and unwept;
Who would not leave some memory in keeping,
and wish it dearly kept.
I ask not that my friends should broken hearted,
Bend o'er my new laid and;
Pour ye one heart-warm tear for the departed,
And leave him with his God."
E.M.D.
REV. J. R. BAKER
PASTOR OF THE
PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH
MARION KANSAS
DIED JULY 5, 1885
AGED 36 YRS. &
4 DAYS.
A MEMORIAL OF THE CHURCH
Married 13 May 1873 in Huntingdon County, PA.
Kansas Cosmos obituary, Council Grove, KS, 17 Jul 1885, p. 1:
In Memoriam
[Marion Record.]
BAKER - In Marion, Marion County, Kansas, on the morning of July 5, 1885, Rev. J.R. Baker.
His disease was pulmonic consumption. He had been ill about six months. the best medical skill was baffled. The kind attention of anxious friends availed not. The tide had set, on whose incoming wave he would nevermore return. the silver cord was loosed and the golden bowl broken. The silent form was all that remained to the circle of weeping friends.
The deceased was born in Meadow Gap, Pa., July 1, 1849. He embraced Christianity at the age of 16 and soon thereafter engaged in the profession of teaching, which he pursued at intervals until the spring of '82. During the latter period of his professional life he was for three years Principal of the Mill Wood Academy, and subsequently superintendeo the schools at Council Grove, Kansas. As a teacher, his endeavors to promote the material and spiritual welfare of his pupils were constant and untiring. So intense was his sincerity, so consistent his devotion that he won from both pupils and patrons, profound respect and implicit confidence. But so deeply was his noble soul moved by the contemplation of God's infinite goodness and mercy that he consecrated his life to His service. During the silent watches of the nights and those moments of intermission from his arduous labors, he prepared himself for the ministry. He was called from Council Grove to Marion as Stated Supply in January 1883. He came to us in the prime and perfection of manhood, possessed of a cultured, refined intellect, exquisite sensibility and sublime conceptions, he was the embodiment of men's most eminent attributes. His sermons were prepared with the utmost care. They were clear, logical, and forcible in their presentation, appealing rather to the intellect than to the emotions. They were replete with illustrations drawn from observation and study, presenting a rare combination of strength and beauty. With a fervent unceasing devotion he applied himself to his duties and studies.
Seven months after he first filled the pulpit here, he was solemnly ordained and installed as pastor of the Presbyterian church of this city. His life's mission was now unfolded. How enchantingly the rainbow of future promise must have appeared to him and his noble, devoted wife! Two years of earnest labor followed, which added but a brighter luster to the lofty, fervent sentiments implanted by his teachings and example.
His application was so consistent, so unremitting, that his health became impaired. The insiduous disease which had so long threatened to cut short his labors, asserted itself, the fatal ending was foreshadowed from the beginning. The angel came, the portal was closed. Never was death more in harmony with the life intended; both had the same character of deep and absolute serenity.
Rev. Baker was pure and noble hearted; thoughts and deeds blended together in harmonious symphony, like the accordant notes which spring from the various strings of a harp. His life was resplendant in the light of truth and virtue - a monument of simple grandeur. Transcandent in its beneficence, it cast a halo, beautiful and serene, that though the Angel of Death had wafted his soul across the silent river, yet the impress of his pure, ennobling example still remains to lead others to that beautiful valley in the beyond. His memory is like a chaplet of beautiful flowers, into which is woven only the choicest, the most precious blossoms, whose dewy fragrance and loveliness typify the purity and beauty of his life. How sublime and impressive is the lesson of a life so pure and impressive is the lesson of a life so pure and noble! How thrilling are its memories to those around whose heart the tendrils of its affections most closely entwine! How inscrutible is the will of the Master who calls one so deeply, so entirely devoted to his service to the garnered by the harvester death, while yet in the blush and bloom of youth and vigor! Yet could that liberated spirit whisper back across the eternal tide its message of love and consolation to sorrowing relatives and friends would not its utterances be:
"Weep not for him who died,
He sleeps and is at rest;
The couch whereon he lieth
Is the green earth's quiet breast.
Yet who would sink to life's last dreamless sleeping
Unnoticed and unwept;
Who would not leave some memory in keeping,
and wish it dearly kept.
I ask not that my friends should broken hearted,
Bend o'er my new laid and;
Pour ye one heart-warm tear for the departed,
And leave him with his God."
E.M.D.
Inscription:
REV. J. R. BAKER
PASTOR OF THE
PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH
MARION KANSAS
DIED JULY 5, 1885
AGED 36 YRS. &
4 DAYS.
A MEMORIAL OF THE CHURCH
Married 13 May 1873 in Huntingdon County, PA.
Kansas Cosmos obituary, Council Grove, KS, 17 Jul 1885, p. 1:
In Memoriam
[Marion Record.]
BAKER - In Marion, Marion County, Kansas, on the morning of July 5, 1885, Rev. J.R. Baker.
His disease was pulmonic consumption. He had been ill about six months. the best medical skill was baffled. The kind attention of anxious friends availed not. The tide had set, on whose incoming wave he would nevermore return. the silver cord was loosed and the golden bowl broken. The silent form was all that remained to the circle of weeping friends.
The deceased was born in Meadow Gap, Pa., July 1, 1849. He embraced Christianity at the age of 16 and soon thereafter engaged in the profession of teaching, which he pursued at intervals until the spring of '82. During the latter period of his professional life he was for three years Principal of the Mill Wood Academy, and subsequently superintendeo the schools at Council Grove, Kansas. As a teacher, his endeavors to promote the material and spiritual welfare of his pupils were constant and untiring. So intense was his sincerity, so consistent his devotion that he won from both pupils and patrons, profound respect and implicit confidence. But so deeply was his noble soul moved by the contemplation of God's infinite goodness and mercy that he consecrated his life to His service. During the silent watches of the nights and those moments of intermission from his arduous labors, he prepared himself for the ministry. He was called from Council Grove to Marion as Stated Supply in January 1883. He came to us in the prime and perfection of manhood, possessed of a cultured, refined intellect, exquisite sensibility and sublime conceptions, he was the embodiment of men's most eminent attributes. His sermons were prepared with the utmost care. They were clear, logical, and forcible in their presentation, appealing rather to the intellect than to the emotions. They were replete with illustrations drawn from observation and study, presenting a rare combination of strength and beauty. With a fervent unceasing devotion he applied himself to his duties and studies.
Seven months after he first filled the pulpit here, he was solemnly ordained and installed as pastor of the Presbyterian church of this city. His life's mission was now unfolded. How enchantingly the rainbow of future promise must have appeared to him and his noble, devoted wife! Two years of earnest labor followed, which added but a brighter luster to the lofty, fervent sentiments implanted by his teachings and example.
His application was so consistent, so unremitting, that his health became impaired. The insiduous disease which had so long threatened to cut short his labors, asserted itself, the fatal ending was foreshadowed from the beginning. The angel came, the portal was closed. Never was death more in harmony with the life intended; both had the same character of deep and absolute serenity.
Rev. Baker was pure and noble hearted; thoughts and deeds blended together in harmonious symphony, like the accordant notes which spring from the various strings of a harp. His life was resplendant in the light of truth and virtue - a monument of simple grandeur. Transcandent in its beneficence, it cast a halo, beautiful and serene, that though the Angel of Death had wafted his soul across the silent river, yet the impress of his pure, ennobling example still remains to lead others to that beautiful valley in the beyond. His memory is like a chaplet of beautiful flowers, into which is woven only the choicest, the most precious blossoms, whose dewy fragrance and loveliness typify the purity and beauty of his life. How sublime and impressive is the lesson of a life so pure and impressive is the lesson of a life so pure and noble! How thrilling are its memories to those around whose heart the tendrils of its affections most closely entwine! How inscrutible is the will of the Master who calls one so deeply, so entirely devoted to his service to the garnered by the harvester death, while yet in the blush and bloom of youth and vigor! Yet could that liberated spirit whisper back across the eternal tide its message of love and consolation to sorrowing relatives and friends would not its utterances be:
"Weep not for him who died,
He sleeps and is at rest;
The couch whereon he lieth
Is the green earth's quiet breast.
Yet who would sink to life's last dreamless sleeping
Unnoticed and unwept;
Who would not leave some memory in keeping,
and wish it dearly kept.
I ask not that my friends should broken hearted,
Bend o'er my new laid and;
Pour ye one heart-warm tear for the departed,
And leave him with his God."
E.M.D.
REV. J. R. BAKER
PASTOR OF THE
PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH
MARION KANSAS
DIED JULY 5, 1885
AGED 36 YRS. &
4 DAYS.
A MEMORIAL OF THE CHURCH
Married 13 May 1873 in Huntingdon County, PA.
Kansas Cosmos obituary, Council Grove, KS, 17 Jul 1885, p. 1:
In Memoriam
[Marion Record.]
BAKER - In Marion, Marion County, Kansas, on the morning of July 5, 1885, Rev. J.R. Baker.
His disease was pulmonic consumption. He had been ill about six months. the best medical skill was baffled. The kind attention of anxious friends availed not. The tide had set, on whose incoming wave he would nevermore return. the silver cord was loosed and the golden bowl broken. The silent form was all that remained to the circle of weeping friends.
The deceased was born in Meadow Gap, Pa., July 1, 1849. He embraced Christianity at the age of 16 and soon thereafter engaged in the profession of teaching, which he pursued at intervals until the spring of '82. During the latter period of his professional life he was for three years Principal of the Mill Wood Academy, and subsequently superintendeo the schools at Council Grove, Kansas. As a teacher, his endeavors to promote the material and spiritual welfare of his pupils were constant and untiring. So intense was his sincerity, so consistent his devotion that he won from both pupils and patrons, profound respect and implicit confidence. But so deeply was his noble soul moved by the contemplation of God's infinite goodness and mercy that he consecrated his life to His service. During the silent watches of the nights and those moments of intermission from his arduous labors, he prepared himself for the ministry. He was called from Council Grove to Marion as Stated Supply in January 1883. He came to us in the prime and perfection of manhood, possessed of a cultured, refined intellect, exquisite sensibility and sublime conceptions, he was the embodiment of men's most eminent attributes. His sermons were prepared with the utmost care. They were clear, logical, and forcible in their presentation, appealing rather to the intellect than to the emotions. They were replete with illustrations drawn from observation and study, presenting a rare combination of strength and beauty. With a fervent unceasing devotion he applied himself to his duties and studies.
Seven months after he first filled the pulpit here, he was solemnly ordained and installed as pastor of the Presbyterian church of this city. His life's mission was now unfolded. How enchantingly the rainbow of future promise must have appeared to him and his noble, devoted wife! Two years of earnest labor followed, which added but a brighter luster to the lofty, fervent sentiments implanted by his teachings and example.
His application was so consistent, so unremitting, that his health became impaired. The insiduous disease which had so long threatened to cut short his labors, asserted itself, the fatal ending was foreshadowed from the beginning. The angel came, the portal was closed. Never was death more in harmony with the life intended; both had the same character of deep and absolute serenity.
Rev. Baker was pure and noble hearted; thoughts and deeds blended together in harmonious symphony, like the accordant notes which spring from the various strings of a harp. His life was resplendant in the light of truth and virtue - a monument of simple grandeur. Transcandent in its beneficence, it cast a halo, beautiful and serene, that though the Angel of Death had wafted his soul across the silent river, yet the impress of his pure, ennobling example still remains to lead others to that beautiful valley in the beyond. His memory is like a chaplet of beautiful flowers, into which is woven only the choicest, the most precious blossoms, whose dewy fragrance and loveliness typify the purity and beauty of his life. How sublime and impressive is the lesson of a life so pure and impressive is the lesson of a life so pure and noble! How thrilling are its memories to those around whose heart the tendrils of its affections most closely entwine! How inscrutible is the will of the Master who calls one so deeply, so entirely devoted to his service to the garnered by the harvester death, while yet in the blush and bloom of youth and vigor! Yet could that liberated spirit whisper back across the eternal tide its message of love and consolation to sorrowing relatives and friends would not its utterances be:
"Weep not for him who died,
He sleeps and is at rest;
The couch whereon he lieth
Is the green earth's quiet breast.
Yet who would sink to life's last dreamless sleeping
Unnoticed and unwept;
Who would not leave some memory in keeping,
and wish it dearly kept.
I ask not that my friends should broken hearted,
Bend o'er my new laid and;
Pour ye one heart-warm tear for the departed,
And leave him with his God."
E.M.D.
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