Demia's brother Ovid Butler (FAG 8537643) started Butler University.
North Vernon Plain Dealer
North Vernon, Indiana
June 22, 1876; Page 3
Fell asleep in Jesus, at North Vernon on the morning of June 10th, Demia, wife of Dr. L. W. Todd, in the 64th year of her age.
Demia Butler, daughter of Chancy Butler, was born in New York, Oct. 19th, 1812; was married to L. W. Todd, Feb. 26th 1829, by Rev. T. Johnson, at the residence of Dr. Pabody, in Vernon, Ind.
Naturally large-hearted, unselfish, sympathetic, affectionate, genial and suny, possessing a mind of unusual clearness and power, and with thes endowments of mind and heart, all hightened and made more beautiful by the refining power of Divine Grace, no wonder that the sorrow occasioned by her death is so deep, and so universal, for to know her was to love her. Her presence was sunshine, her love a benediction.
Having dedicated herself in early life to the Lord, each passing year only tended to show how complete and entire had been that consecration. While her unfailing cheerfulness and vivacity rendered her a favorite in the social circle, yet it ws in the character of a christian that her life shown out in its highest charm and beauty. Full of devotion to the Master, possessing large enthusiasm and vitality, every good work found in her a ready and efficient helper. The Sabbath School work, and the temperance cause were especially dear to her, enlisting her earnest thought, efforts and prayer. Not soon will be forgotten her abundant labors, her rare self-denial in the cause of temperance, nor her saintly piety for the rumseller and his victims, nor the Christ-like compassion that breathed through her earnest petitions at the throne of Grace, that intemperance, the sum of all woe, might be banished from the earth.
During the eight months of the most excruciating suffering, the promises of God's word was her comfort and her joy, the bread upon which her soul feasted. And though, for her, the light of day went out in total darkness some months before her departure, yet no murmur ever escaped her lips. "Though he slay me yet will I trust him," was her language. During all those months of agonizing pain, her faith was unwavering, her hope and joy unclouded.
The following are some of the passages which she most frequently repeated during her sickness, and from which she drew so much sweetness and comfort: "When thou passeth through the waters I will be with thee; and through the rivers they shall not overflow thee;" "when thou walkest through the fire thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee; these are they who came out of great tribulation and have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb; let not your heart be troubled; ye believe in God, believe also in me; in my Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so I would have told you. And if I go, I will come again and receive you unto myself, that where I am there may ye be also." This last passage she selected to be used at her funral as the text.
During the terrible days and nights when her extreme suffering was producing blindness, she said to a friend, "A voice is repeating over and over to me the words, 'Peace I leave with you; my peace I give unto you; not as the world giveth give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.' So clear, so distinct is that message, that many times it seems that some one is speaking to me in an audible voice."
Not many days before her death, in an hour of great agony, she requested the same friend to sing, "How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord." Near the close of the hymn when emotion had for a moment overpowered the singer's voice, the sufferer, with a warm clasp of her hands, with the sightless eyes raised to heaven, with her face lit up with a rapt and glorified expression, in a sweet clear voice, joined in singing the concluding verse.
North Vernon Plain Dealer
North Vernon, Indiana
June 22, 1876; Page 3
Fell asleep in Jesus, at North Vernon on the morning of June 10th, Demia, wife of Dr. L. W. Todd, in the 64th year of her age.
Demia Butler, daughter of Chancy Butler, was born in New York, Oct. 19th, 1812; was married to L. W. Todd, Feb. 26th 1829, by Rev. T. Johnson, at the residence of Dr. Pabody, in Vernon, Ind.
Naturally large-hearted, unselfish, sympathetic, affectionate, genial and suny, possessing a mind of unusual clearness and power, and with thes endowments of mind and heart, all hightened and made more beautiful by the refining power of Divine Grace, no wonder that the sorrow occasioned by her death is so deep, and so universal, for to know her was to love her. Her presence was sunshine, her love a benediction.
Having dedicated herself in early life to the Lord, each passing year only tended to show how complete and entire had been that consecration. While her unfailing cheerfulness and vivacity rendered her a favorite in the social circle, yet it ws in the character of a christian that her life shown out in its highest charm and beauty. Full of devotion to the Master, possessing large enthusiasm and vitality, every good work found in her a ready and efficient helper. The Sabbath School work, and the temperance cause were especially dear to her, enlisting her earnest thought, efforts and prayer. Not soon will be forgotten her abundant labors, her rare self-denial in the cause of temperance, nor her saintly piety for the rumseller and his victims, nor the Christ-like compassion that breathed through her earnest petitions at the throne of Grace, that intemperance, the sum of all woe, might be banished from the earth.
During the eight months of the most excruciating suffering, the promises of God's word was her comfort and her joy, the bread upon which her soul feasted. And though, for her, the light of day went out in total darkness some months before her departure, yet no murmur ever escaped her lips. "Though he slay me yet will I trust him," was her language. During all those months of agonizing pain, her faith was unwavering, her hope and joy unclouded.
The following are some of the passages which she most frequently repeated during her sickness, and from which she drew so much sweetness and comfort: "When thou passeth through the waters I will be with thee; and through the rivers they shall not overflow thee;" "when thou walkest through the fire thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee; these are they who came out of great tribulation and have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb; let not your heart be troubled; ye believe in God, believe also in me; in my Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so I would have told you. And if I go, I will come again and receive you unto myself, that where I am there may ye be also." This last passage she selected to be used at her funral as the text.
During the terrible days and nights when her extreme suffering was producing blindness, she said to a friend, "A voice is repeating over and over to me the words, 'Peace I leave with you; my peace I give unto you; not as the world giveth give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.' So clear, so distinct is that message, that many times it seems that some one is speaking to me in an audible voice."
Not many days before her death, in an hour of great agony, she requested the same friend to sing, "How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord." Near the close of the hymn when emotion had for a moment overpowered the singer's voice, the sufferer, with a warm clasp of her hands, with the sightless eyes raised to heaven, with her face lit up with a rapt and glorified expression, in a sweet clear voice, joined in singing the concluding verse.
Demia's brother Ovid Butler (FAG 8537643) started Butler University.
North Vernon Plain Dealer
North Vernon, Indiana
June 22, 1876; Page 3
Fell asleep in Jesus, at North Vernon on the morning of June 10th, Demia, wife of Dr. L. W. Todd, in the 64th year of her age.
Demia Butler, daughter of Chancy Butler, was born in New York, Oct. 19th, 1812; was married to L. W. Todd, Feb. 26th 1829, by Rev. T. Johnson, at the residence of Dr. Pabody, in Vernon, Ind.
Naturally large-hearted, unselfish, sympathetic, affectionate, genial and suny, possessing a mind of unusual clearness and power, and with thes endowments of mind and heart, all hightened and made more beautiful by the refining power of Divine Grace, no wonder that the sorrow occasioned by her death is so deep, and so universal, for to know her was to love her. Her presence was sunshine, her love a benediction.
Having dedicated herself in early life to the Lord, each passing year only tended to show how complete and entire had been that consecration. While her unfailing cheerfulness and vivacity rendered her a favorite in the social circle, yet it ws in the character of a christian that her life shown out in its highest charm and beauty. Full of devotion to the Master, possessing large enthusiasm and vitality, every good work found in her a ready and efficient helper. The Sabbath School work, and the temperance cause were especially dear to her, enlisting her earnest thought, efforts and prayer. Not soon will be forgotten her abundant labors, her rare self-denial in the cause of temperance, nor her saintly piety for the rumseller and his victims, nor the Christ-like compassion that breathed through her earnest petitions at the throne of Grace, that intemperance, the sum of all woe, might be banished from the earth.
During the eight months of the most excruciating suffering, the promises of God's word was her comfort and her joy, the bread upon which her soul feasted. And though, for her, the light of day went out in total darkness some months before her departure, yet no murmur ever escaped her lips. "Though he slay me yet will I trust him," was her language. During all those months of agonizing pain, her faith was unwavering, her hope and joy unclouded.
The following are some of the passages which she most frequently repeated during her sickness, and from which she drew so much sweetness and comfort: "When thou passeth through the waters I will be with thee; and through the rivers they shall not overflow thee;" "when thou walkest through the fire thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee; these are they who came out of great tribulation and have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb; let not your heart be troubled; ye believe in God, believe also in me; in my Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so I would have told you. And if I go, I will come again and receive you unto myself, that where I am there may ye be also." This last passage she selected to be used at her funral as the text.
During the terrible days and nights when her extreme suffering was producing blindness, she said to a friend, "A voice is repeating over and over to me the words, 'Peace I leave with you; my peace I give unto you; not as the world giveth give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.' So clear, so distinct is that message, that many times it seems that some one is speaking to me in an audible voice."
Not many days before her death, in an hour of great agony, she requested the same friend to sing, "How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord." Near the close of the hymn when emotion had for a moment overpowered the singer's voice, the sufferer, with a warm clasp of her hands, with the sightless eyes raised to heaven, with her face lit up with a rapt and glorified expression, in a sweet clear voice, joined in singing the concluding verse.
North Vernon Plain Dealer
North Vernon, Indiana
June 22, 1876; Page 3
Fell asleep in Jesus, at North Vernon on the morning of June 10th, Demia, wife of Dr. L. W. Todd, in the 64th year of her age.
Demia Butler, daughter of Chancy Butler, was born in New York, Oct. 19th, 1812; was married to L. W. Todd, Feb. 26th 1829, by Rev. T. Johnson, at the residence of Dr. Pabody, in Vernon, Ind.
Naturally large-hearted, unselfish, sympathetic, affectionate, genial and suny, possessing a mind of unusual clearness and power, and with thes endowments of mind and heart, all hightened and made more beautiful by the refining power of Divine Grace, no wonder that the sorrow occasioned by her death is so deep, and so universal, for to know her was to love her. Her presence was sunshine, her love a benediction.
Having dedicated herself in early life to the Lord, each passing year only tended to show how complete and entire had been that consecration. While her unfailing cheerfulness and vivacity rendered her a favorite in the social circle, yet it ws in the character of a christian that her life shown out in its highest charm and beauty. Full of devotion to the Master, possessing large enthusiasm and vitality, every good work found in her a ready and efficient helper. The Sabbath School work, and the temperance cause were especially dear to her, enlisting her earnest thought, efforts and prayer. Not soon will be forgotten her abundant labors, her rare self-denial in the cause of temperance, nor her saintly piety for the rumseller and his victims, nor the Christ-like compassion that breathed through her earnest petitions at the throne of Grace, that intemperance, the sum of all woe, might be banished from the earth.
During the eight months of the most excruciating suffering, the promises of God's word was her comfort and her joy, the bread upon which her soul feasted. And though, for her, the light of day went out in total darkness some months before her departure, yet no murmur ever escaped her lips. "Though he slay me yet will I trust him," was her language. During all those months of agonizing pain, her faith was unwavering, her hope and joy unclouded.
The following are some of the passages which she most frequently repeated during her sickness, and from which she drew so much sweetness and comfort: "When thou passeth through the waters I will be with thee; and through the rivers they shall not overflow thee;" "when thou walkest through the fire thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee; these are they who came out of great tribulation and have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb; let not your heart be troubled; ye believe in God, believe also in me; in my Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so I would have told you. And if I go, I will come again and receive you unto myself, that where I am there may ye be also." This last passage she selected to be used at her funral as the text.
During the terrible days and nights when her extreme suffering was producing blindness, she said to a friend, "A voice is repeating over and over to me the words, 'Peace I leave with you; my peace I give unto you; not as the world giveth give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.' So clear, so distinct is that message, that many times it seems that some one is speaking to me in an audible voice."
Not many days before her death, in an hour of great agony, she requested the same friend to sing, "How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord." Near the close of the hymn when emotion had for a moment overpowered the singer's voice, the sufferer, with a warm clasp of her hands, with the sightless eyes raised to heaven, with her face lit up with a rapt and glorified expression, in a sweet clear voice, joined in singing the concluding verse.
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