From the Hillsboro News-Herald, Hillsboro, OH: 14 Sept 1899, p. 4:
Sarah Serena Webster was born the 19th of February, 1877, and died on the 4th of September, 1899, aged 22 years, 6 months and 19 days. She was married to S. L. Webster the 28th of November, 1895. Deceased was the daughter of H. D. and Margaret Woolums and was always an exemplary and obedient daughter. At the early age of ten her mother left her to dwell with the angels. This wave of affliction rolled darkly over her and she never ceased to mourn for her gentle mother, nor forget the blessings whispered by those dying lips, that were no doubt the first to greet her in that blessed land, whose habitants never say I am sick, and over whose flowers the shadow of the destroyer never falls. She was the mother of two children; one, a little boy four years old, survives her, the other, an infant daughter, preceded its mother to the better land a few weeks ago. By her kind and loving disposition she endeared herself to all to whom she was related and none knew her but to love her. Her lovely, gentle disposition made her the delight of the little group at home. There they vied with each other in their affections for Rena, as she was called. Her heart seemed made for sympathy and when a loved one experienced some sorrow, how quickly would the tear of pity fill her eye, and she would put her arms around the troubled one and in tones of affliction evince her sorrow. A few months ago, a little daughter came as a golden clasp to lay its tiny hands on the hearts of father and mother to bind them more closely together and gladden them with its smiles. It was a sweet little star in the family circle and grew to be the light and "dear love" of its parents. They hoped it would live and grow in beauty and be the solace of future years, but the nipping frosts of mortality came upon it and its pure spirit was called away by angels whispers to a better sphere.
The mother, with aching heart, folded her darlings little dimpled hands on its sinless breast and surrendered it to the cold grasp of death. They made it a grave in the quiet cemetery and laid the turf gently on its pillow. And now she too sleeps by its side. She endured her suffering with patience and resignation waiting for the call of the Master to come home. A few moments before she departed, her husband with heart well-nigh sinking with its pain, took their little boy in his arms and carried him to the bed where she lay, wasted and pale. For a moment the little one gazed silently upon her, then wound his little arms around her neck and pressed a kiss to her lips. A look of recognition came to her sweet face, and reaching up her arms she clasped her thin white hands around the necks of husband and child and gave each a farewell kiss. Then her arms fell listless by her side and she closed her eyes and seemed wearied with her effort. She could do no more and looked satisfied and happy.
Her sweet eyes unclosed as if to look a fond farewell, then closed in the long sleep that has its awakening in the shaddowless sunlight of eternity. She leaves a loving husband and little son, a father, brothers and sisters to mourn her loss. But we mourn not as those without hope, for we know that as Rena lived, so she died, with all the Christian hope of glory, and when we cross the cold Jordan of death we shall be reunited with her again, for Rena is now safe in the arms of a loving Savior.
The hands that ministered so untiringly here are now lifted before the great white throne, and her sweet voice full and clear, now swells the chantings in the upper temple choir. Rev Galbreath conducted funeral services at the Methodist Church, of which she was a member, after which she was laid to rest in the Fairfax cemetery, followed by a large concourse of loving friends. All that is mortal of Rena lies there to await the resurrection morn, when this mortal shall put on immortality, and we shall know even as we are known, D. H. W.
Sarah Serena Webster was born the 19th of February, 1877, and died on the 4th of September, 1899, aged 22 years, 6 months and 19 days. She was married to S. L. Webster the 28th of November, 1895. Deceased was the daughter of H. D. and Margaret Woolums and was always an exemplary and obedient daughter. At the early age of ten her mother left her to dwell with the angels. This wave of affliction rolled darkly over her and she never ceased to mourn for her gentle mother, nor forget the blessings whispered by those dying lips, that were no doubt the first to greet her in that blessed land, whose habitants never say I am sick, and over whose flowers the shadow of the destroyer never falls. She was the mother of two children; one, a little boy four years old, survives her, the other, an infant daughter, preceded its mother to the better land a few weeks ago. By her kind and loving disposition she endeared herself to all to whom she was related and none knew her but to love her. Her lovely, gentle disposition made her the delight of the little group at home. There they vied with each other in their affections for Rena, as she was called. Her heart seemed made for sympathy and when a loved one experienced some sorrow, how quickly would the tear of pity fill her eye, and she would put her arms around the troubled one and in tones of affliction evince her sorrow. A few months ago, a little daughter came as a golden clasp to lay its tiny hands on the hearts of father and mother to bind them more closely together and gladden them with its smiles. It was a sweet little star in the family circle and grew to be the light and "dear love" of its parents. They hoped it would live and grow in beauty and be the solace of future years, but the nipping frosts of mortality came upon it and its pure spirit was called away by angels whispers to a better sphere.
The mother, with aching heart, folded her darlings little dimpled hands on its sinless breast and surrendered it to the cold grasp of death. They made it a grave in the quiet cemetery and laid the turf gently on its pillow. And now she too sleeps by its side. She endured her suffering with patience and resignation waiting for the call of the Master to come home. A few moments before she departed, her husband with heart well-nigh sinking with its pain, took their little boy in his arms and carried him to the bed where she lay, wasted and pale. For a moment the little one gazed silently upon her, then wound his little arms around her neck and pressed a kiss to her lips. A look of recognition came to her sweet face, and reaching up her arms she clasped her thin white hands around the necks of husband and child and gave each a farewell kiss. Then her arms fell listless by her side and she closed her eyes and seemed wearied with her effort. She could do no more and looked satisfied and happy.
Her sweet eyes unclosed as if to look a fond farewell, then closed in the long sleep that has its awakening in the shaddowless sunlight of eternity. She leaves a loving husband and little son, a father, brothers and sisters to mourn her loss. But we mourn not as those without hope, for we know that as Rena lived, so she died, with all the Christian hope of glory, and when we cross the cold Jordan of death we shall be reunited with her again, for Rena is now safe in the arms of a loving Savior.
The hands that ministered so untiringly here are now lifted before the great white throne, and her sweet voice full and clear, now swells the chantings in the upper temple choir. Rev Galbreath conducted funeral services at the Methodist Church, of which she was a member, after which she was laid to rest in the Fairfax cemetery, followed by a large concourse of loving friends. All that is mortal of Rena lies there to await the resurrection morn, when this mortal shall put on immortality, and we shall know even as we are known, D. H. W.
From the Hillsboro News-Herald, Hillsboro, OH: 14 Sept 1899, p. 4:
Sarah Serena Webster was born the 19th of February, 1877, and died on the 4th of September, 1899, aged 22 years, 6 months and 19 days. She was married to S. L. Webster the 28th of November, 1895. Deceased was the daughter of H. D. and Margaret Woolums and was always an exemplary and obedient daughter. At the early age of ten her mother left her to dwell with the angels. This wave of affliction rolled darkly over her and she never ceased to mourn for her gentle mother, nor forget the blessings whispered by those dying lips, that were no doubt the first to greet her in that blessed land, whose habitants never say I am sick, and over whose flowers the shadow of the destroyer never falls. She was the mother of two children; one, a little boy four years old, survives her, the other, an infant daughter, preceded its mother to the better land a few weeks ago. By her kind and loving disposition she endeared herself to all to whom she was related and none knew her but to love her. Her lovely, gentle disposition made her the delight of the little group at home. There they vied with each other in their affections for Rena, as she was called. Her heart seemed made for sympathy and when a loved one experienced some sorrow, how quickly would the tear of pity fill her eye, and she would put her arms around the troubled one and in tones of affliction evince her sorrow. A few months ago, a little daughter came as a golden clasp to lay its tiny hands on the hearts of father and mother to bind them more closely together and gladden them with its smiles. It was a sweet little star in the family circle and grew to be the light and "dear love" of its parents. They hoped it would live and grow in beauty and be the solace of future years, but the nipping frosts of mortality came upon it and its pure spirit was called away by angels whispers to a better sphere.
The mother, with aching heart, folded her darlings little dimpled hands on its sinless breast and surrendered it to the cold grasp of death. They made it a grave in the quiet cemetery and laid the turf gently on its pillow. And now she too sleeps by its side. She endured her suffering with patience and resignation waiting for the call of the Master to come home. A few moments before she departed, her husband with heart well-nigh sinking with its pain, took their little boy in his arms and carried him to the bed where she lay, wasted and pale. For a moment the little one gazed silently upon her, then wound his little arms around her neck and pressed a kiss to her lips. A look of recognition came to her sweet face, and reaching up her arms she clasped her thin white hands around the necks of husband and child and gave each a farewell kiss. Then her arms fell listless by her side and she closed her eyes and seemed wearied with her effort. She could do no more and looked satisfied and happy.
Her sweet eyes unclosed as if to look a fond farewell, then closed in the long sleep that has its awakening in the shaddowless sunlight of eternity. She leaves a loving husband and little son, a father, brothers and sisters to mourn her loss. But we mourn not as those without hope, for we know that as Rena lived, so she died, with all the Christian hope of glory, and when we cross the cold Jordan of death we shall be reunited with her again, for Rena is now safe in the arms of a loving Savior.
The hands that ministered so untiringly here are now lifted before the great white throne, and her sweet voice full and clear, now swells the chantings in the upper temple choir. Rev Galbreath conducted funeral services at the Methodist Church, of which she was a member, after which she was laid to rest in the Fairfax cemetery, followed by a large concourse of loving friends. All that is mortal of Rena lies there to await the resurrection morn, when this mortal shall put on immortality, and we shall know even as we are known, D. H. W.
Sarah Serena Webster was born the 19th of February, 1877, and died on the 4th of September, 1899, aged 22 years, 6 months and 19 days. She was married to S. L. Webster the 28th of November, 1895. Deceased was the daughter of H. D. and Margaret Woolums and was always an exemplary and obedient daughter. At the early age of ten her mother left her to dwell with the angels. This wave of affliction rolled darkly over her and she never ceased to mourn for her gentle mother, nor forget the blessings whispered by those dying lips, that were no doubt the first to greet her in that blessed land, whose habitants never say I am sick, and over whose flowers the shadow of the destroyer never falls. She was the mother of two children; one, a little boy four years old, survives her, the other, an infant daughter, preceded its mother to the better land a few weeks ago. By her kind and loving disposition she endeared herself to all to whom she was related and none knew her but to love her. Her lovely, gentle disposition made her the delight of the little group at home. There they vied with each other in their affections for Rena, as she was called. Her heart seemed made for sympathy and when a loved one experienced some sorrow, how quickly would the tear of pity fill her eye, and she would put her arms around the troubled one and in tones of affliction evince her sorrow. A few months ago, a little daughter came as a golden clasp to lay its tiny hands on the hearts of father and mother to bind them more closely together and gladden them with its smiles. It was a sweet little star in the family circle and grew to be the light and "dear love" of its parents. They hoped it would live and grow in beauty and be the solace of future years, but the nipping frosts of mortality came upon it and its pure spirit was called away by angels whispers to a better sphere.
The mother, with aching heart, folded her darlings little dimpled hands on its sinless breast and surrendered it to the cold grasp of death. They made it a grave in the quiet cemetery and laid the turf gently on its pillow. And now she too sleeps by its side. She endured her suffering with patience and resignation waiting for the call of the Master to come home. A few moments before she departed, her husband with heart well-nigh sinking with its pain, took their little boy in his arms and carried him to the bed where she lay, wasted and pale. For a moment the little one gazed silently upon her, then wound his little arms around her neck and pressed a kiss to her lips. A look of recognition came to her sweet face, and reaching up her arms she clasped her thin white hands around the necks of husband and child and gave each a farewell kiss. Then her arms fell listless by her side and she closed her eyes and seemed wearied with her effort. She could do no more and looked satisfied and happy.
Her sweet eyes unclosed as if to look a fond farewell, then closed in the long sleep that has its awakening in the shaddowless sunlight of eternity. She leaves a loving husband and little son, a father, brothers and sisters to mourn her loss. But we mourn not as those without hope, for we know that as Rena lived, so she died, with all the Christian hope of glory, and when we cross the cold Jordan of death we shall be reunited with her again, for Rena is now safe in the arms of a loving Savior.
The hands that ministered so untiringly here are now lifted before the great white throne, and her sweet voice full and clear, now swells the chantings in the upper temple choir. Rev Galbreath conducted funeral services at the Methodist Church, of which she was a member, after which she was laid to rest in the Fairfax cemetery, followed by a large concourse of loving friends. All that is mortal of Rena lies there to await the resurrection morn, when this mortal shall put on immortality, and we shall know even as we are known, D. H. W.
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