Obituary Elizabeth "Libbie" Good Knopf
Died, of typhoid pneumonia, in Chicago, Saturday, March 6th. '69. ELIZABETH KNOPF consort of A. C. Knopf, and daughter of Jonathan Good.
The circumstances attending this dispensation of Providence is truly sorrowful. The husband, a young and promising man, was called, several years since, to consign his first wife to the grave, and now, after an alliance of only three months is compelled to pay the last sad rites of burial to his second.
The remains were brought to this place on Tuesday last; a funeral discourse was delivered to a large congregation of relatives and friends, after which, the corpse was consigned to its last resting place, in the Naperville cemetery.
In viewing the contrast between the happy day of marriage, and the sad one of burial, a friend of the deceased has penned the following appropriated lines:
I saw a bride in her snow white robes,
And flowers were in her hair,
Her dark eyes glowed with a sudden light.
'Neath the brow so pure and fair.
Beauty and youth had gathered around,
Yet she seemed the seetest these
As she stood by him whom 'God had joined'
While the minister breathed a prayer.
She glowingly spoke of the future days
Which Hope before her cast.
And joined in the scenes of festive mirth
Too fair, too bright to last.
I saw her again, and the brilliant eyes,
Were sunken and closed forever.
And the smiling lips were sealed in death
The soul had fled to is Giver,
The bridal robe became a shroud,
And the flowers which decked her head
Were placed on her bosom - now free from care
As she rests in her lowly bed
The forms she cherished, the hearts she loved
Ah, none could bid her stay.
But with lifted hearts and eyes look toward
The coming of one great day.
---H.M.D.
Died, of typhoid pneumonia, in Chicago, Saturday, March 6th. '69. ELIZABETH KNOPF consort of A. C. Knopf, and daughter of Jonathan Good.
The circumstances attending this dispensation of Providence is truly sorrowful. The husband, a young and promising man, was called, several years since, to consign his first wife to the grave, and now, after an alliance of only three months is compelled to pay the last sad rites of burial to his second.
The remains were brought to this place on Tuesday last; a funeral discourse was delivered to a large congregation of relatives and friends, after which, the corpse was consigned to its last resting place, in the Naperville cemetery.
In viewing the contrast between the happy day of marriage, and the sad one of burial, a friend of the deceased has penned the following appropriated lines:
I saw a bride in her snow white robes,
And flowers were in her hair,
Her dark eyes glowed with a sudden light.
'Neath the brow so pure and fair.
Beauty and youth had gathered around,
Yet she seemed the seetest these
As she stood by him whom 'God had joined'
While the minister breathed a prayer.
She glowingly spoke of the future days
Which Hope before her cast.
And joined in the scenes of festive mirth
Too fair, too bright to last.
I saw her again, and the brilliant eyes,
Were sunken and closed forever.
And the smiling lips were sealed in death
The soul had fled to is Giver,
The bridal robe became a shroud,
And the flowers which decked her head
Were placed on her bosom - now free from care
As she rests in her lowly bed
The forms she cherished, the hearts she loved
Ah, none could bid her stay.
But with lifted hearts and eyes look toward
The coming of one great day.
---H.M.D.
Obituary Elizabeth "Libbie" Good Knopf
Died, of typhoid pneumonia, in Chicago, Saturday, March 6th. '69. ELIZABETH KNOPF consort of A. C. Knopf, and daughter of Jonathan Good.
The circumstances attending this dispensation of Providence is truly sorrowful. The husband, a young and promising man, was called, several years since, to consign his first wife to the grave, and now, after an alliance of only three months is compelled to pay the last sad rites of burial to his second.
The remains were brought to this place on Tuesday last; a funeral discourse was delivered to a large congregation of relatives and friends, after which, the corpse was consigned to its last resting place, in the Naperville cemetery.
In viewing the contrast between the happy day of marriage, and the sad one of burial, a friend of the deceased has penned the following appropriated lines:
I saw a bride in her snow white robes,
And flowers were in her hair,
Her dark eyes glowed with a sudden light.
'Neath the brow so pure and fair.
Beauty and youth had gathered around,
Yet she seemed the seetest these
As she stood by him whom 'God had joined'
While the minister breathed a prayer.
She glowingly spoke of the future days
Which Hope before her cast.
And joined in the scenes of festive mirth
Too fair, too bright to last.
I saw her again, and the brilliant eyes,
Were sunken and closed forever.
And the smiling lips were sealed in death
The soul had fled to is Giver,
The bridal robe became a shroud,
And the flowers which decked her head
Were placed on her bosom - now free from care
As she rests in her lowly bed
The forms she cherished, the hearts she loved
Ah, none could bid her stay.
But with lifted hearts and eyes look toward
The coming of one great day.
---H.M.D.
Died, of typhoid pneumonia, in Chicago, Saturday, March 6th. '69. ELIZABETH KNOPF consort of A. C. Knopf, and daughter of Jonathan Good.
The circumstances attending this dispensation of Providence is truly sorrowful. The husband, a young and promising man, was called, several years since, to consign his first wife to the grave, and now, after an alliance of only three months is compelled to pay the last sad rites of burial to his second.
The remains were brought to this place on Tuesday last; a funeral discourse was delivered to a large congregation of relatives and friends, after which, the corpse was consigned to its last resting place, in the Naperville cemetery.
In viewing the contrast between the happy day of marriage, and the sad one of burial, a friend of the deceased has penned the following appropriated lines:
I saw a bride in her snow white robes,
And flowers were in her hair,
Her dark eyes glowed with a sudden light.
'Neath the brow so pure and fair.
Beauty and youth had gathered around,
Yet she seemed the seetest these
As she stood by him whom 'God had joined'
While the minister breathed a prayer.
She glowingly spoke of the future days
Which Hope before her cast.
And joined in the scenes of festive mirth
Too fair, too bright to last.
I saw her again, and the brilliant eyes,
Were sunken and closed forever.
And the smiling lips were sealed in death
The soul had fled to is Giver,
The bridal robe became a shroud,
And the flowers which decked her head
Were placed on her bosom - now free from care
As she rests in her lowly bed
The forms she cherished, the hearts she loved
Ah, none could bid her stay.
But with lifted hearts and eyes look toward
The coming of one great day.
---H.M.D.
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