Obituary
This morning, Aug. 31, 1893, at an early hour the darling little babe of Lawrence and Alverda Dufphey fell sweetly to sleep in the arms of Jesus.
Little Willie was sick only a short time till the Savior bade him come, of course he was ready and the angels were waiting to bear his little spirit home to those mansions above where all is joy, peace and love. Little Willie was a noble looking child with bright blue eyes, a fair flower of the earth; but he has gone to bloom as a amaranth in bowers of spotless purity of perfect bliss and eternal glory.
This morning, Aug. 31, 1893, at an early hour the darling little babe of Lawrence and Alverda Dufphey fell sweetly to sleep in the arms of Jesus.
Little Willie was sick only a short time till the Savior bade him come, of course he was ready and the angels were waiting to bear his little spirit home to those mansions above where all is joy, peace and love. Little Willie was a noble looking child with bright blue eyes, a fair flower of the earth; but he has gone to bloom as a amaranth in bowers of spotless purity of perfect bliss and eternal glory.
Obituary
This morning, Aug. 31, 1893, at an early hour the darling little babe of Lawrence and Alverda Dufphey fell sweetly to sleep in the arms of Jesus.
Little Willie was sick only a short time till the Savior bade him come, of course he was ready and the angels were waiting to bear his little spirit home to those mansions above where all is joy, peace and love. Little Willie was a noble looking child with bright blue eyes, a fair flower of the earth; but he has gone to bloom as a amaranth in bowers of spotless purity of perfect bliss and eternal glory.
This morning, Aug. 31, 1893, at an early hour the darling little babe of Lawrence and Alverda Dufphey fell sweetly to sleep in the arms of Jesus.
Little Willie was sick only a short time till the Savior bade him come, of course he was ready and the angels were waiting to bear his little spirit home to those mansions above where all is joy, peace and love. Little Willie was a noble looking child with bright blue eyes, a fair flower of the earth; but he has gone to bloom as a amaranth in bowers of spotless purity of perfect bliss and eternal glory.
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