[Jamestown NY Evening Journal, June 9, 1900]
THORNTON.
June 6.—After a long and painful illness Mrs. Lydla A. Phillips Abbey died June 2, at the age of 68 years, 6 months, 2 days. - She was the oldest child of Adams and Sarah Hinds Phillips, to whom 11 were born; six survive, four brothers and two sisters, Mrs. F. M. Waite of Hamlet, Mrs. J. M. Harmon of Sinclairville, R. B. Phillips of Pontiac, Ill., W. C. Phillips of Poland, M. C. Phillips of Forestvllle, Wm. I. Phillips of this place. She lived within a mile of her late home and was married at the age of 22 to Oliver Henry Abbey July 17, 1853; he died 10 years ago, Jan. 19, 1880. During the 47 years since her married life she has lived in this home which industry and perseverance have made so beautiful. Of a family of seven children five survive, one son and four daughters, Mrs. J. George of Castile, N. Y„ Mrs. M. Smith of Kennedy, Mrs. John Luce and Mrs. F. C. Collins and F. H. Abbey of this place, to mourn the loss of a dear mother who was a very devoted one to her children and always ready and willing to do any act of kindness that she could. The funeral was held from her late home Tuesday, June 5, at 2 p.m. The remarks by Rev. J. M. Merrill of Ellington were exceeding tender and appreciative to the family. The burial was at Cherry Creek cemetery; the grave was lined with evergreens and flowers; music was furnished by G. Potwln and Mrs. B. Frisbee of Ellington. At the close of the services Miss Jennie E. Kinsman of Ellington read a poem written by Rev. Wm. G. Marts of the Congregational church at Ellington. The bearers were W. C. Phillips, M. Phillips, Wm. I. Phillips, F. M. Waite, J. M. Harmon, D. Nobles. There was a very large number of beautiful flowers both in designs and clusters. Among those in attendance from away were Mrs. Edison Ames and daughter of Sugartown, Dr. D. Ames of Ellicottville, Dehart Ames of Little Valley, B. Mosher, Mrs. S. Elley, Mrs. Kate Ensign, Mrs. G. Wait, Mrs. B. Barker of Falconer; Mr. and Mrs. F. M. Waite and grandson of Hamlet; Mrs. May Pope of Mayville; Mr. and Mrs. Myron Phillips of Forestville; Mr. and Mrs. W. C. Phillips of Poland; Mr. and Mrs. Leroy Nobles, Mr. and Mrs. C. Phillips and daughter, Mr. and Mrs. D. Waite, Mr. and Mrs. H. Ericson and family of Mud Creek; Dwight Noble of Busti; Mr. and Mrs. J. George of Castile; J. M. Harmon and family of Sinclairville; Mr. and Mrs. Smith of Kennedy; Mr. and Mrs. H. Martin, Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Waid, Mrs. F. S. Sloan, Herman Abbey, Mrs. E. Frisbee of Cherry Creek; Mr. and Mrs. S. Frisbee, Mr. and Mrs. C. Shaw, Mrs. Wm. Gates, Miss Jennie Kinsman of Ellington.
(Lines written on the occasion of the death of Mrs. Lydia A. Abbey,who died June 2, by her pastor, Rev. W. G. Marts);
She lov'd the beauty of the flowers,
And all that's fair in this world of ours;
Its landscape with varied charms of form,
God's handiwork in calm and in storm;
The stately rows of the friendly trees,
With the gentle murmurs of the breeze,
Were dear, welcome neighbors of her home.
Their gifts of emerald shade her own.
The skies that rained their beams of light,
Or gave to sight the glory of the night:
The seas of solar rays, a veil by day,
But the eve unveiled the grand display.
She lov'd the beauteous world in which she dwelt,
Its throbbing life and sweet enchantment felt;
Her lov'd ones were treasures near her heart,
>From whom it was sadness deep to part.
But earth's charms and loves were not her all;
She heard in other years a sweeter call;
Her Lord of life said: "Come unto me,"
"Yes, Lord," her heart's response, I go to Thee."
The hope of an endless life thus came.
This was her anchor, her trust, His name.
Now her eyes see not the narrow vale,
Where she toil'd, and where life was to fail.
What fragrant flowers bloom there, she knows,
And that wondrous stream from the throne that flows,
Birds in bowers of Paradise sing,
Their enchantments of song to her bring.
But what is this to the angelic songs
Of the great host to which she belongs,
The white rob'd throng who in seraph strain,
Take up the sublimest refrain,
To Him that hath in His crimson flood,
Wash'd us and kings and priests through His blood.
Hath made us unto God forever,
>From whom nothing, nothing can sever,
Be glory, dominion and power, be honor and blessing forever.
They love over there, that spotless throng,
Who sing that wondrous redemption song,
One another they love without alloy,
With upwelling of eternal joy.
But the splendor there is Christ's own love,
Exceeding all else in Heaven above.
Then to meet the lov'd gone before,
Is a bright new treasure kept in store.
The sweet greeting, "mother are you here?"
Here where ne'er falls the sorrow born tear?
Now, tidings from earth—tidings day,
The others, tell us, are they on way?
Ellington, June 4.
THORNTON.
June 6.—After a long and painful illness Mrs. Lydla A. Phillips Abbey died June 2, at the age of 68 years, 6 months, 2 days. - She was the oldest child of Adams and Sarah Hinds Phillips, to whom 11 were born; six survive, four brothers and two sisters, Mrs. F. M. Waite of Hamlet, Mrs. J. M. Harmon of Sinclairville, R. B. Phillips of Pontiac, Ill., W. C. Phillips of Poland, M. C. Phillips of Forestvllle, Wm. I. Phillips of this place. She lived within a mile of her late home and was married at the age of 22 to Oliver Henry Abbey July 17, 1853; he died 10 years ago, Jan. 19, 1880. During the 47 years since her married life she has lived in this home which industry and perseverance have made so beautiful. Of a family of seven children five survive, one son and four daughters, Mrs. J. George of Castile, N. Y„ Mrs. M. Smith of Kennedy, Mrs. John Luce and Mrs. F. C. Collins and F. H. Abbey of this place, to mourn the loss of a dear mother who was a very devoted one to her children and always ready and willing to do any act of kindness that she could. The funeral was held from her late home Tuesday, June 5, at 2 p.m. The remarks by Rev. J. M. Merrill of Ellington were exceeding tender and appreciative to the family. The burial was at Cherry Creek cemetery; the grave was lined with evergreens and flowers; music was furnished by G. Potwln and Mrs. B. Frisbee of Ellington. At the close of the services Miss Jennie E. Kinsman of Ellington read a poem written by Rev. Wm. G. Marts of the Congregational church at Ellington. The bearers were W. C. Phillips, M. Phillips, Wm. I. Phillips, F. M. Waite, J. M. Harmon, D. Nobles. There was a very large number of beautiful flowers both in designs and clusters. Among those in attendance from away were Mrs. Edison Ames and daughter of Sugartown, Dr. D. Ames of Ellicottville, Dehart Ames of Little Valley, B. Mosher, Mrs. S. Elley, Mrs. Kate Ensign, Mrs. G. Wait, Mrs. B. Barker of Falconer; Mr. and Mrs. F. M. Waite and grandson of Hamlet; Mrs. May Pope of Mayville; Mr. and Mrs. Myron Phillips of Forestville; Mr. and Mrs. W. C. Phillips of Poland; Mr. and Mrs. Leroy Nobles, Mr. and Mrs. C. Phillips and daughter, Mr. and Mrs. D. Waite, Mr. and Mrs. H. Ericson and family of Mud Creek; Dwight Noble of Busti; Mr. and Mrs. J. George of Castile; J. M. Harmon and family of Sinclairville; Mr. and Mrs. Smith of Kennedy; Mr. and Mrs. H. Martin, Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Waid, Mrs. F. S. Sloan, Herman Abbey, Mrs. E. Frisbee of Cherry Creek; Mr. and Mrs. S. Frisbee, Mr. and Mrs. C. Shaw, Mrs. Wm. Gates, Miss Jennie Kinsman of Ellington.
(Lines written on the occasion of the death of Mrs. Lydia A. Abbey,who died June 2, by her pastor, Rev. W. G. Marts);
She lov'd the beauty of the flowers,
And all that's fair in this world of ours;
Its landscape with varied charms of form,
God's handiwork in calm and in storm;
The stately rows of the friendly trees,
With the gentle murmurs of the breeze,
Were dear, welcome neighbors of her home.
Their gifts of emerald shade her own.
The skies that rained their beams of light,
Or gave to sight the glory of the night:
The seas of solar rays, a veil by day,
But the eve unveiled the grand display.
She lov'd the beauteous world in which she dwelt,
Its throbbing life and sweet enchantment felt;
Her lov'd ones were treasures near her heart,
>From whom it was sadness deep to part.
But earth's charms and loves were not her all;
She heard in other years a sweeter call;
Her Lord of life said: "Come unto me,"
"Yes, Lord," her heart's response, I go to Thee."
The hope of an endless life thus came.
This was her anchor, her trust, His name.
Now her eyes see not the narrow vale,
Where she toil'd, and where life was to fail.
What fragrant flowers bloom there, she knows,
And that wondrous stream from the throne that flows,
Birds in bowers of Paradise sing,
Their enchantments of song to her bring.
But what is this to the angelic songs
Of the great host to which she belongs,
The white rob'd throng who in seraph strain,
Take up the sublimest refrain,
To Him that hath in His crimson flood,
Wash'd us and kings and priests through His blood.
Hath made us unto God forever,
>From whom nothing, nothing can sever,
Be glory, dominion and power, be honor and blessing forever.
They love over there, that spotless throng,
Who sing that wondrous redemption song,
One another they love without alloy,
With upwelling of eternal joy.
But the splendor there is Christ's own love,
Exceeding all else in Heaven above.
Then to meet the lov'd gone before,
Is a bright new treasure kept in store.
The sweet greeting, "mother are you here?"
Here where ne'er falls the sorrow born tear?
Now, tidings from earth—tidings day,
The others, tell us, are they on way?
Ellington, June 4.
[Jamestown NY Evening Journal, June 9, 1900]
THORNTON.
June 6.—After a long and painful illness Mrs. Lydla A. Phillips Abbey died June 2, at the age of 68 years, 6 months, 2 days. - She was the oldest child of Adams and Sarah Hinds Phillips, to whom 11 were born; six survive, four brothers and two sisters, Mrs. F. M. Waite of Hamlet, Mrs. J. M. Harmon of Sinclairville, R. B. Phillips of Pontiac, Ill., W. C. Phillips of Poland, M. C. Phillips of Forestvllle, Wm. I. Phillips of this place. She lived within a mile of her late home and was married at the age of 22 to Oliver Henry Abbey July 17, 1853; he died 10 years ago, Jan. 19, 1880. During the 47 years since her married life she has lived in this home which industry and perseverance have made so beautiful. Of a family of seven children five survive, one son and four daughters, Mrs. J. George of Castile, N. Y„ Mrs. M. Smith of Kennedy, Mrs. John Luce and Mrs. F. C. Collins and F. H. Abbey of this place, to mourn the loss of a dear mother who was a very devoted one to her children and always ready and willing to do any act of kindness that she could. The funeral was held from her late home Tuesday, June 5, at 2 p.m. The remarks by Rev. J. M. Merrill of Ellington were exceeding tender and appreciative to the family. The burial was at Cherry Creek cemetery; the grave was lined with evergreens and flowers; music was furnished by G. Potwln and Mrs. B. Frisbee of Ellington. At the close of the services Miss Jennie E. Kinsman of Ellington read a poem written by Rev. Wm. G. Marts of the Congregational church at Ellington. The bearers were W. C. Phillips, M. Phillips, Wm. I. Phillips, F. M. Waite, J. M. Harmon, D. Nobles. There was a very large number of beautiful flowers both in designs and clusters. Among those in attendance from away were Mrs. Edison Ames and daughter of Sugartown, Dr. D. Ames of Ellicottville, Dehart Ames of Little Valley, B. Mosher, Mrs. S. Elley, Mrs. Kate Ensign, Mrs. G. Wait, Mrs. B. Barker of Falconer; Mr. and Mrs. F. M. Waite and grandson of Hamlet; Mrs. May Pope of Mayville; Mr. and Mrs. Myron Phillips of Forestville; Mr. and Mrs. W. C. Phillips of Poland; Mr. and Mrs. Leroy Nobles, Mr. and Mrs. C. Phillips and daughter, Mr. and Mrs. D. Waite, Mr. and Mrs. H. Ericson and family of Mud Creek; Dwight Noble of Busti; Mr. and Mrs. J. George of Castile; J. M. Harmon and family of Sinclairville; Mr. and Mrs. Smith of Kennedy; Mr. and Mrs. H. Martin, Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Waid, Mrs. F. S. Sloan, Herman Abbey, Mrs. E. Frisbee of Cherry Creek; Mr. and Mrs. S. Frisbee, Mr. and Mrs. C. Shaw, Mrs. Wm. Gates, Miss Jennie Kinsman of Ellington.
(Lines written on the occasion of the death of Mrs. Lydia A. Abbey,who died June 2, by her pastor, Rev. W. G. Marts);
She lov'd the beauty of the flowers,
And all that's fair in this world of ours;
Its landscape with varied charms of form,
God's handiwork in calm and in storm;
The stately rows of the friendly trees,
With the gentle murmurs of the breeze,
Were dear, welcome neighbors of her home.
Their gifts of emerald shade her own.
The skies that rained their beams of light,
Or gave to sight the glory of the night:
The seas of solar rays, a veil by day,
But the eve unveiled the grand display.
She lov'd the beauteous world in which she dwelt,
Its throbbing life and sweet enchantment felt;
Her lov'd ones were treasures near her heart,
>From whom it was sadness deep to part.
But earth's charms and loves were not her all;
She heard in other years a sweeter call;
Her Lord of life said: "Come unto me,"
"Yes, Lord," her heart's response, I go to Thee."
The hope of an endless life thus came.
This was her anchor, her trust, His name.
Now her eyes see not the narrow vale,
Where she toil'd, and where life was to fail.
What fragrant flowers bloom there, she knows,
And that wondrous stream from the throne that flows,
Birds in bowers of Paradise sing,
Their enchantments of song to her bring.
But what is this to the angelic songs
Of the great host to which she belongs,
The white rob'd throng who in seraph strain,
Take up the sublimest refrain,
To Him that hath in His crimson flood,
Wash'd us and kings and priests through His blood.
Hath made us unto God forever,
>From whom nothing, nothing can sever,
Be glory, dominion and power, be honor and blessing forever.
They love over there, that spotless throng,
Who sing that wondrous redemption song,
One another they love without alloy,
With upwelling of eternal joy.
But the splendor there is Christ's own love,
Exceeding all else in Heaven above.
Then to meet the lov'd gone before,
Is a bright new treasure kept in store.
The sweet greeting, "mother are you here?"
Here where ne'er falls the sorrow born tear?
Now, tidings from earth—tidings day,
The others, tell us, are they on way?
Ellington, June 4.
THORNTON.
June 6.—After a long and painful illness Mrs. Lydla A. Phillips Abbey died June 2, at the age of 68 years, 6 months, 2 days. - She was the oldest child of Adams and Sarah Hinds Phillips, to whom 11 were born; six survive, four brothers and two sisters, Mrs. F. M. Waite of Hamlet, Mrs. J. M. Harmon of Sinclairville, R. B. Phillips of Pontiac, Ill., W. C. Phillips of Poland, M. C. Phillips of Forestvllle, Wm. I. Phillips of this place. She lived within a mile of her late home and was married at the age of 22 to Oliver Henry Abbey July 17, 1853; he died 10 years ago, Jan. 19, 1880. During the 47 years since her married life she has lived in this home which industry and perseverance have made so beautiful. Of a family of seven children five survive, one son and four daughters, Mrs. J. George of Castile, N. Y„ Mrs. M. Smith of Kennedy, Mrs. John Luce and Mrs. F. C. Collins and F. H. Abbey of this place, to mourn the loss of a dear mother who was a very devoted one to her children and always ready and willing to do any act of kindness that she could. The funeral was held from her late home Tuesday, June 5, at 2 p.m. The remarks by Rev. J. M. Merrill of Ellington were exceeding tender and appreciative to the family. The burial was at Cherry Creek cemetery; the grave was lined with evergreens and flowers; music was furnished by G. Potwln and Mrs. B. Frisbee of Ellington. At the close of the services Miss Jennie E. Kinsman of Ellington read a poem written by Rev. Wm. G. Marts of the Congregational church at Ellington. The bearers were W. C. Phillips, M. Phillips, Wm. I. Phillips, F. M. Waite, J. M. Harmon, D. Nobles. There was a very large number of beautiful flowers both in designs and clusters. Among those in attendance from away were Mrs. Edison Ames and daughter of Sugartown, Dr. D. Ames of Ellicottville, Dehart Ames of Little Valley, B. Mosher, Mrs. S. Elley, Mrs. Kate Ensign, Mrs. G. Wait, Mrs. B. Barker of Falconer; Mr. and Mrs. F. M. Waite and grandson of Hamlet; Mrs. May Pope of Mayville; Mr. and Mrs. Myron Phillips of Forestville; Mr. and Mrs. W. C. Phillips of Poland; Mr. and Mrs. Leroy Nobles, Mr. and Mrs. C. Phillips and daughter, Mr. and Mrs. D. Waite, Mr. and Mrs. H. Ericson and family of Mud Creek; Dwight Noble of Busti; Mr. and Mrs. J. George of Castile; J. M. Harmon and family of Sinclairville; Mr. and Mrs. Smith of Kennedy; Mr. and Mrs. H. Martin, Mr. and Mrs. Wm. Waid, Mrs. F. S. Sloan, Herman Abbey, Mrs. E. Frisbee of Cherry Creek; Mr. and Mrs. S. Frisbee, Mr. and Mrs. C. Shaw, Mrs. Wm. Gates, Miss Jennie Kinsman of Ellington.
(Lines written on the occasion of the death of Mrs. Lydia A. Abbey,who died June 2, by her pastor, Rev. W. G. Marts);
She lov'd the beauty of the flowers,
And all that's fair in this world of ours;
Its landscape with varied charms of form,
God's handiwork in calm and in storm;
The stately rows of the friendly trees,
With the gentle murmurs of the breeze,
Were dear, welcome neighbors of her home.
Their gifts of emerald shade her own.
The skies that rained their beams of light,
Or gave to sight the glory of the night:
The seas of solar rays, a veil by day,
But the eve unveiled the grand display.
She lov'd the beauteous world in which she dwelt,
Its throbbing life and sweet enchantment felt;
Her lov'd ones were treasures near her heart,
>From whom it was sadness deep to part.
But earth's charms and loves were not her all;
She heard in other years a sweeter call;
Her Lord of life said: "Come unto me,"
"Yes, Lord," her heart's response, I go to Thee."
The hope of an endless life thus came.
This was her anchor, her trust, His name.
Now her eyes see not the narrow vale,
Where she toil'd, and where life was to fail.
What fragrant flowers bloom there, she knows,
And that wondrous stream from the throne that flows,
Birds in bowers of Paradise sing,
Their enchantments of song to her bring.
But what is this to the angelic songs
Of the great host to which she belongs,
The white rob'd throng who in seraph strain,
Take up the sublimest refrain,
To Him that hath in His crimson flood,
Wash'd us and kings and priests through His blood.
Hath made us unto God forever,
>From whom nothing, nothing can sever,
Be glory, dominion and power, be honor and blessing forever.
They love over there, that spotless throng,
Who sing that wondrous redemption song,
One another they love without alloy,
With upwelling of eternal joy.
But the splendor there is Christ's own love,
Exceeding all else in Heaven above.
Then to meet the lov'd gone before,
Is a bright new treasure kept in store.
The sweet greeting, "mother are you here?"
Here where ne'er falls the sorrow born tear?
Now, tidings from earth—tidings day,
The others, tell us, are they on way?
Ellington, June 4.
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