OBITUARY.
Died, at his home, 9 miles east of Fulton, Aug. 16th, 1883, Edgar S., son of S S. and Mattie A. Craghead, aged 12 years, 10 months and 15 days.
"It is appointed unto all to die;
Where life is, death is, dominating life,
Wrestling the scepter from its feeble
grasp
And trampling on its dust."
But few days since Edgar was in the full enjoyment of vigorous youth; now he lies in the cold, damp, mouldering grave, motionless - lifeless.
How sad the sudden change! He always had a word of cheer and a smile for all he had intercourse with; he was therefore, the center of attraction both at home and in the social circle. He had never before gave cause for tears. His earthly pilgrimage had been but brief, God claimed his own in the first of his years. Oh, the yearning, the longing of the souls of father and mother! Words cannot tell one half we see, nor can we see half the anxiety of their hearts. Sometimes our afflictions seem cruel when we cannot see the purpose for which they are sent. After awhile when the time shall come for us to go hence, we will see and realize that it was the hand of mercy, and not of wrath, that afflicted us here. All things work together for good to them that love God. Although we sorrow for the dead, we should not wish him back again. He is happy now, at rest; no longer do trouble and pain molest his quiet joys.
For while he has passed
Away out of sight,
He has only passed over
To a land of delight.
Where sorrow comes not,
Where death is unknown;
Where friends will yet meet
In a sweet happy home.
The Callaway Weekly Gazette, Fulton, MO., Aug. 31, 1883
OBITUARY.
Died, at his home, 9 miles east of Fulton, Aug. 16th, 1883, Edgar S., son of S S. and Mattie A. Craghead, aged 12 years, 10 months and 15 days.
"It is appointed unto all to die;
Where life is, death is, dominating life,
Wrestling the scepter from its feeble
grasp
And trampling on its dust."
But few days since Edgar was in the full enjoyment of vigorous youth; now he lies in the cold, damp, mouldering grave, motionless - lifeless.
How sad the sudden change! He always had a word of cheer and a smile for all he had intercourse with; he was therefore, the center of attraction both at home and in the social circle. He had never before gave cause for tears. His earthly pilgrimage had been but brief, God claimed his own in the first of his years. Oh, the yearning, the longing of the souls of father and mother! Words cannot tell one half we see, nor can we see half the anxiety of their hearts. Sometimes our afflictions seem cruel when we cannot see the purpose for which they are sent. After awhile when the time shall come for us to go hence, we will see and realize that it was the hand of mercy, and not of wrath, that afflicted us here. All things work together for good to them that love God. Although we sorrow for the dead, we should not wish him back again. He is happy now, at rest; no longer do trouble and pain molest his quiet joys.
For while he has passed
Away out of sight,
He has only passed over
To a land of delight.
Where sorrow comes not,
Where death is unknown;
Where friends will yet meet
In a sweet happy home.
The Callaway Weekly Gazette, Fulton, MO., Aug. 31, 1883
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Son of S. S. & M. A.
Aged 11yrs 10mo 15ds
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