This morning at 1:55 o'clock Mrs.
Mary Frances Close Griswold, wife of
Charles L. Griswold, Sr., passed away in
death at the family home 4ll West Main
street. The deceased had been in poor
health for some months, the result mainly
of an attack of the grip. A few months
ago she visited the sanitarium at Western
Springs ILL., to receive electric treatment,
but little relief was afforded her.
Since her return home the deceased
had been attended by Dr. E. W. Moore
and Dr. Will Barnes who gave her the
best treatment that their experience and
medical science could offer. There were
times when she seemed better, but her
afflication was such that she could not
gain complete strength. The family realized
that her days were numbered
anticipated her wants faithfully and
made her last hours as peaceful and
restful as possible. The deceased
was born at Albion, New York,
March 16, 1840, and became the wife of
Mr. Griswold January 20, 1863. Since
1866 she had resided in Decatur. Her
children are C. L. Grswold,Jr., and Miss
Carolyn L. Griswold. She was the
youngest of a family of eleven children,
six and five daughters. Her living
sisters and brothers are Miss L. Carrie
Close, of Decatur; Mrs. L. F. Parker, of
Davenport, Iowa; Mrs. J. C. Hitchcock,
of Oconomowoc, Wis.; J. A. Close, San
Jose, Cal ; Wm. G. Close, Saginaw, Mich.
Mrs. Griswold was a devout member of John's Episcopal church, and had a large number of friends in this and other
communities. Her death removes from
the home a devoted wife and mother,
from the church an active member and
from social circles a lady who was loved
and admired for her intelligence and
admirble qualities. The bereaved husand
and children will have the sincere sympathy of all friends in this time of their great sorrow.
Decatur, IL Daily Republican March 19, 1892 p3
Impressive Obsequies of the Late Mrs. C.L. Griswold - The Service
"The Will Be Done"
The impressive funeral services attending the burial of Mrs. Mary F. Griswold, beloved wife of Charles L. Griswold, were held last evening at the family residence, No. 411 West Main street, in the presence of a very large assemblage of sympathizing neighbors and friends, who had gathered there to pay their last sorrowful tribute to the departed, who in life had been held in the highest esteem, and was admired for her many estimable qualities of mind and heart. Every room and the reception hall were occupied. The rich, black slate casket, containing the remains, rested upon pedestals in the parlor, and upon and about it were a wealth of floral tributes whose sweet perfume pervaded the apartments. There were several pieces of massive design. Rev. M.M. Goodwin of St. John's Episcopal church, conducted the impressive service, assisted by the choir, Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Templeton, Miss Clara Eyman and Sherman McClelland. The Episcopal burial service was used. "Abide with Me," was chanted by the choir, when the clergyman read the scripture selection from the fifteenth chapter of Corinthians. "Lead, Kindly Light," Cardinal Newman's hymn, was the next selection. The funeral address, by Rector Goodwin, was on "The Continuity of the Christian Life," which was beautiful in thought and language, tender and touching in delivery, and impressive in conclusions and application.
The introductory was an illustration of a floral clock, made by some famous botanist. The hours were shown by the opening and closing of flowers. One by one the flowers spread their petals that shown forth brightly in the light, and one by one they closed their cups again until darkness fell and the last petal closed in upon itself. So our joys were sufficient were they to last, but the cannot. After summer's day come the summer's night, and after a brief space of them the winter, and all are dead and the lone tree stand, "bare, ruined choirs, where once the sweet birds sang."
Does death thus wreck our hopes, our joys, our loves, our friendships, our christian communion? No. The words, "I am the Resurrection and the life," have created the angel of hope that guards the sleep of the christian dead, and made them to the living radiant with peace and immortality. How grandly Christ reposed on this idea (of) life, endless in its own being; a reality which death and time cannot banish. True he will bow his head and cease to breathe in obedience to the laws of humanity which he shared, but already he enters Paradise, not alone, but leading a child of humaity by the hand. Then to show us that he simply changed worlds, he comes back again and shows himself alive. And then to prove how phantasmal death is he departs in all the fullness of life, simply drawing about him the drapery of a cloud. Mr. Goodwin then pictured a soul fully imbued with the blessed facts of the Resurrection. Continuing he said: Could we love and think of our living as we love and think of our dead the highest dreams of human happiness would be realized. The earnestness of purpose, strong power of affection, the nobility of aim, the harmony and sweetness of nature, which marked the character of our loved ones gone are realized in the highest and dearest sense when we no more "feel the touch of a vanished hand or hear the sound of a voice that is still." Mrs. Mary Frances Griswold needs not the breath of human eulogy to waft her to her final place. Already she is in the presence of the Father and His angels. Her devotion to dear ones, her affection, her earnest friendships, her loyalty of character, her christian sincerity and worth, shall ever abide in the hearts of the deeply bereaved and in those among whom she lived and walked during her earthly life. All the record of that life will not be known until we shall have access to the archives of heaven, where are written by angel hands in letters of gold the history of God's believing children. God has a higher use for such souls. In our Father's house are many manions, and Christ has gone to prepare a place for all ranks of mortals for whom he died. It is sown in corruption, it is raised in incorruption. It is sown in weakness, it is raised in power. The fair progress of the soul in grace is not arrested but stimulated by the tomb. The great unity of life lasts on. Death is by an incident in immortality. Mr. Goodwin closed by quoting some stanzas from May Reilley Smith's beautiful poem, "Sometime."
"Nearer, my God to Thee," a favorite hymn of the deceased, was sung by the choir, and the Rector offered a sympathetic prayer closing with a benediction. While the casket was being slowly borne from the house to the hearse the choir chanted "Thy Will Be Done," continuing the refrain until the family had passed out. The interment was in Greenwood, where the Episcopal committal service was used, the choir chanted a hymn as the casket was lowered into the vault. The grave was walled with brick and lined with evergreens and flowers, and over the casket was placed a marble slab. At the close of the service the more intimate friends of Mrs. Griswold dropped floral tributes into her grave. Messrs. L. Burrows, John K. Warren, W.J. Quinlan, W.B. Chambers, George S. Durfee and J.F. Roach were the pallbearers.
Decatur Weekly Republican, 24 Mar 1892
Mary Frances Close Griswold, wife of
Charles L. Griswold, Sr., passed away in
death at the family home 4ll West Main
street. The deceased had been in poor
health for some months, the result mainly
of an attack of the grip. A few months
ago she visited the sanitarium at Western
Springs ILL., to receive electric treatment,
but little relief was afforded her.
Since her return home the deceased
had been attended by Dr. E. W. Moore
and Dr. Will Barnes who gave her the
best treatment that their experience and
medical science could offer. There were
times when she seemed better, but her
afflication was such that she could not
gain complete strength. The family realized
that her days were numbered
anticipated her wants faithfully and
made her last hours as peaceful and
restful as possible. The deceased
was born at Albion, New York,
March 16, 1840, and became the wife of
Mr. Griswold January 20, 1863. Since
1866 she had resided in Decatur. Her
children are C. L. Grswold,Jr., and Miss
Carolyn L. Griswold. She was the
youngest of a family of eleven children,
six and five daughters. Her living
sisters and brothers are Miss L. Carrie
Close, of Decatur; Mrs. L. F. Parker, of
Davenport, Iowa; Mrs. J. C. Hitchcock,
of Oconomowoc, Wis.; J. A. Close, San
Jose, Cal ; Wm. G. Close, Saginaw, Mich.
Mrs. Griswold was a devout member of John's Episcopal church, and had a large number of friends in this and other
communities. Her death removes from
the home a devoted wife and mother,
from the church an active member and
from social circles a lady who was loved
and admired for her intelligence and
admirble qualities. The bereaved husand
and children will have the sincere sympathy of all friends in this time of their great sorrow.
Decatur, IL Daily Republican March 19, 1892 p3
Impressive Obsequies of the Late Mrs. C.L. Griswold - The Service
"The Will Be Done"
The impressive funeral services attending the burial of Mrs. Mary F. Griswold, beloved wife of Charles L. Griswold, were held last evening at the family residence, No. 411 West Main street, in the presence of a very large assemblage of sympathizing neighbors and friends, who had gathered there to pay their last sorrowful tribute to the departed, who in life had been held in the highest esteem, and was admired for her many estimable qualities of mind and heart. Every room and the reception hall were occupied. The rich, black slate casket, containing the remains, rested upon pedestals in the parlor, and upon and about it were a wealth of floral tributes whose sweet perfume pervaded the apartments. There were several pieces of massive design. Rev. M.M. Goodwin of St. John's Episcopal church, conducted the impressive service, assisted by the choir, Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Templeton, Miss Clara Eyman and Sherman McClelland. The Episcopal burial service was used. "Abide with Me," was chanted by the choir, when the clergyman read the scripture selection from the fifteenth chapter of Corinthians. "Lead, Kindly Light," Cardinal Newman's hymn, was the next selection. The funeral address, by Rector Goodwin, was on "The Continuity of the Christian Life," which was beautiful in thought and language, tender and touching in delivery, and impressive in conclusions and application.
The introductory was an illustration of a floral clock, made by some famous botanist. The hours were shown by the opening and closing of flowers. One by one the flowers spread their petals that shown forth brightly in the light, and one by one they closed their cups again until darkness fell and the last petal closed in upon itself. So our joys were sufficient were they to last, but the cannot. After summer's day come the summer's night, and after a brief space of them the winter, and all are dead and the lone tree stand, "bare, ruined choirs, where once the sweet birds sang."
Does death thus wreck our hopes, our joys, our loves, our friendships, our christian communion? No. The words, "I am the Resurrection and the life," have created the angel of hope that guards the sleep of the christian dead, and made them to the living radiant with peace and immortality. How grandly Christ reposed on this idea (of) life, endless in its own being; a reality which death and time cannot banish. True he will bow his head and cease to breathe in obedience to the laws of humanity which he shared, but already he enters Paradise, not alone, but leading a child of humaity by the hand. Then to show us that he simply changed worlds, he comes back again and shows himself alive. And then to prove how phantasmal death is he departs in all the fullness of life, simply drawing about him the drapery of a cloud. Mr. Goodwin then pictured a soul fully imbued with the blessed facts of the Resurrection. Continuing he said: Could we love and think of our living as we love and think of our dead the highest dreams of human happiness would be realized. The earnestness of purpose, strong power of affection, the nobility of aim, the harmony and sweetness of nature, which marked the character of our loved ones gone are realized in the highest and dearest sense when we no more "feel the touch of a vanished hand or hear the sound of a voice that is still." Mrs. Mary Frances Griswold needs not the breath of human eulogy to waft her to her final place. Already she is in the presence of the Father and His angels. Her devotion to dear ones, her affection, her earnest friendships, her loyalty of character, her christian sincerity and worth, shall ever abide in the hearts of the deeply bereaved and in those among whom she lived and walked during her earthly life. All the record of that life will not be known until we shall have access to the archives of heaven, where are written by angel hands in letters of gold the history of God's believing children. God has a higher use for such souls. In our Father's house are many manions, and Christ has gone to prepare a place for all ranks of mortals for whom he died. It is sown in corruption, it is raised in incorruption. It is sown in weakness, it is raised in power. The fair progress of the soul in grace is not arrested but stimulated by the tomb. The great unity of life lasts on. Death is by an incident in immortality. Mr. Goodwin closed by quoting some stanzas from May Reilley Smith's beautiful poem, "Sometime."
"Nearer, my God to Thee," a favorite hymn of the deceased, was sung by the choir, and the Rector offered a sympathetic prayer closing with a benediction. While the casket was being slowly borne from the house to the hearse the choir chanted "Thy Will Be Done," continuing the refrain until the family had passed out. The interment was in Greenwood, where the Episcopal committal service was used, the choir chanted a hymn as the casket was lowered into the vault. The grave was walled with brick and lined with evergreens and flowers, and over the casket was placed a marble slab. At the close of the service the more intimate friends of Mrs. Griswold dropped floral tributes into her grave. Messrs. L. Burrows, John K. Warren, W.J. Quinlan, W.B. Chambers, George S. Durfee and J.F. Roach were the pallbearers.
Decatur Weekly Republican, 24 Mar 1892
This morning at 1:55 o'clock Mrs.
Mary Frances Close Griswold, wife of
Charles L. Griswold, Sr., passed away in
death at the family home 4ll West Main
street. The deceased had been in poor
health for some months, the result mainly
of an attack of the grip. A few months
ago she visited the sanitarium at Western
Springs ILL., to receive electric treatment,
but little relief was afforded her.
Since her return home the deceased
had been attended by Dr. E. W. Moore
and Dr. Will Barnes who gave her the
best treatment that their experience and
medical science could offer. There were
times when she seemed better, but her
afflication was such that she could not
gain complete strength. The family realized
that her days were numbered
anticipated her wants faithfully and
made her last hours as peaceful and
restful as possible. The deceased
was born at Albion, New York,
March 16, 1840, and became the wife of
Mr. Griswold January 20, 1863. Since
1866 she had resided in Decatur. Her
children are C. L. Grswold,Jr., and Miss
Carolyn L. Griswold. She was the
youngest of a family of eleven children,
six and five daughters. Her living
sisters and brothers are Miss L. Carrie
Close, of Decatur; Mrs. L. F. Parker, of
Davenport, Iowa; Mrs. J. C. Hitchcock,
of Oconomowoc, Wis.; J. A. Close, San
Jose, Cal ; Wm. G. Close, Saginaw, Mich.
Mrs. Griswold was a devout member of John's Episcopal church, and had a large number of friends in this and other
communities. Her death removes from
the home a devoted wife and mother,
from the church an active member and
from social circles a lady who was loved
and admired for her intelligence and
admirble qualities. The bereaved husand
and children will have the sincere sympathy of all friends in this time of their great sorrow.
Decatur, IL Daily Republican March 19, 1892 p3
Impressive Obsequies of the Late Mrs. C.L. Griswold - The Service
"The Will Be Done"
The impressive funeral services attending the burial of Mrs. Mary F. Griswold, beloved wife of Charles L. Griswold, were held last evening at the family residence, No. 411 West Main street, in the presence of a very large assemblage of sympathizing neighbors and friends, who had gathered there to pay their last sorrowful tribute to the departed, who in life had been held in the highest esteem, and was admired for her many estimable qualities of mind and heart. Every room and the reception hall were occupied. The rich, black slate casket, containing the remains, rested upon pedestals in the parlor, and upon and about it were a wealth of floral tributes whose sweet perfume pervaded the apartments. There were several pieces of massive design. Rev. M.M. Goodwin of St. John's Episcopal church, conducted the impressive service, assisted by the choir, Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Templeton, Miss Clara Eyman and Sherman McClelland. The Episcopal burial service was used. "Abide with Me," was chanted by the choir, when the clergyman read the scripture selection from the fifteenth chapter of Corinthians. "Lead, Kindly Light," Cardinal Newman's hymn, was the next selection. The funeral address, by Rector Goodwin, was on "The Continuity of the Christian Life," which was beautiful in thought and language, tender and touching in delivery, and impressive in conclusions and application.
The introductory was an illustration of a floral clock, made by some famous botanist. The hours were shown by the opening and closing of flowers. One by one the flowers spread their petals that shown forth brightly in the light, and one by one they closed their cups again until darkness fell and the last petal closed in upon itself. So our joys were sufficient were they to last, but the cannot. After summer's day come the summer's night, and after a brief space of them the winter, and all are dead and the lone tree stand, "bare, ruined choirs, where once the sweet birds sang."
Does death thus wreck our hopes, our joys, our loves, our friendships, our christian communion? No. The words, "I am the Resurrection and the life," have created the angel of hope that guards the sleep of the christian dead, and made them to the living radiant with peace and immortality. How grandly Christ reposed on this idea (of) life, endless in its own being; a reality which death and time cannot banish. True he will bow his head and cease to breathe in obedience to the laws of humanity which he shared, but already he enters Paradise, not alone, but leading a child of humaity by the hand. Then to show us that he simply changed worlds, he comes back again and shows himself alive. And then to prove how phantasmal death is he departs in all the fullness of life, simply drawing about him the drapery of a cloud. Mr. Goodwin then pictured a soul fully imbued with the blessed facts of the Resurrection. Continuing he said: Could we love and think of our living as we love and think of our dead the highest dreams of human happiness would be realized. The earnestness of purpose, strong power of affection, the nobility of aim, the harmony and sweetness of nature, which marked the character of our loved ones gone are realized in the highest and dearest sense when we no more "feel the touch of a vanished hand or hear the sound of a voice that is still." Mrs. Mary Frances Griswold needs not the breath of human eulogy to waft her to her final place. Already she is in the presence of the Father and His angels. Her devotion to dear ones, her affection, her earnest friendships, her loyalty of character, her christian sincerity and worth, shall ever abide in the hearts of the deeply bereaved and in those among whom she lived and walked during her earthly life. All the record of that life will not be known until we shall have access to the archives of heaven, where are written by angel hands in letters of gold the history of God's believing children. God has a higher use for such souls. In our Father's house are many manions, and Christ has gone to prepare a place for all ranks of mortals for whom he died. It is sown in corruption, it is raised in incorruption. It is sown in weakness, it is raised in power. The fair progress of the soul in grace is not arrested but stimulated by the tomb. The great unity of life lasts on. Death is by an incident in immortality. Mr. Goodwin closed by quoting some stanzas from May Reilley Smith's beautiful poem, "Sometime."
"Nearer, my God to Thee," a favorite hymn of the deceased, was sung by the choir, and the Rector offered a sympathetic prayer closing with a benediction. While the casket was being slowly borne from the house to the hearse the choir chanted "Thy Will Be Done," continuing the refrain until the family had passed out. The interment was in Greenwood, where the Episcopal committal service was used, the choir chanted a hymn as the casket was lowered into the vault. The grave was walled with brick and lined with evergreens and flowers, and over the casket was placed a marble slab. At the close of the service the more intimate friends of Mrs. Griswold dropped floral tributes into her grave. Messrs. L. Burrows, John K. Warren, W.J. Quinlan, W.B. Chambers, George S. Durfee and J.F. Roach were the pallbearers.
Decatur Weekly Republican, 24 Mar 1892
Mary Frances Close Griswold, wife of
Charles L. Griswold, Sr., passed away in
death at the family home 4ll West Main
street. The deceased had been in poor
health for some months, the result mainly
of an attack of the grip. A few months
ago she visited the sanitarium at Western
Springs ILL., to receive electric treatment,
but little relief was afforded her.
Since her return home the deceased
had been attended by Dr. E. W. Moore
and Dr. Will Barnes who gave her the
best treatment that their experience and
medical science could offer. There were
times when she seemed better, but her
afflication was such that she could not
gain complete strength. The family realized
that her days were numbered
anticipated her wants faithfully and
made her last hours as peaceful and
restful as possible. The deceased
was born at Albion, New York,
March 16, 1840, and became the wife of
Mr. Griswold January 20, 1863. Since
1866 she had resided in Decatur. Her
children are C. L. Grswold,Jr., and Miss
Carolyn L. Griswold. She was the
youngest of a family of eleven children,
six and five daughters. Her living
sisters and brothers are Miss L. Carrie
Close, of Decatur; Mrs. L. F. Parker, of
Davenport, Iowa; Mrs. J. C. Hitchcock,
of Oconomowoc, Wis.; J. A. Close, San
Jose, Cal ; Wm. G. Close, Saginaw, Mich.
Mrs. Griswold was a devout member of John's Episcopal church, and had a large number of friends in this and other
communities. Her death removes from
the home a devoted wife and mother,
from the church an active member and
from social circles a lady who was loved
and admired for her intelligence and
admirble qualities. The bereaved husand
and children will have the sincere sympathy of all friends in this time of their great sorrow.
Decatur, IL Daily Republican March 19, 1892 p3
Impressive Obsequies of the Late Mrs. C.L. Griswold - The Service
"The Will Be Done"
The impressive funeral services attending the burial of Mrs. Mary F. Griswold, beloved wife of Charles L. Griswold, were held last evening at the family residence, No. 411 West Main street, in the presence of a very large assemblage of sympathizing neighbors and friends, who had gathered there to pay their last sorrowful tribute to the departed, who in life had been held in the highest esteem, and was admired for her many estimable qualities of mind and heart. Every room and the reception hall were occupied. The rich, black slate casket, containing the remains, rested upon pedestals in the parlor, and upon and about it were a wealth of floral tributes whose sweet perfume pervaded the apartments. There were several pieces of massive design. Rev. M.M. Goodwin of St. John's Episcopal church, conducted the impressive service, assisted by the choir, Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Templeton, Miss Clara Eyman and Sherman McClelland. The Episcopal burial service was used. "Abide with Me," was chanted by the choir, when the clergyman read the scripture selection from the fifteenth chapter of Corinthians. "Lead, Kindly Light," Cardinal Newman's hymn, was the next selection. The funeral address, by Rector Goodwin, was on "The Continuity of the Christian Life," which was beautiful in thought and language, tender and touching in delivery, and impressive in conclusions and application.
The introductory was an illustration of a floral clock, made by some famous botanist. The hours were shown by the opening and closing of flowers. One by one the flowers spread their petals that shown forth brightly in the light, and one by one they closed their cups again until darkness fell and the last petal closed in upon itself. So our joys were sufficient were they to last, but the cannot. After summer's day come the summer's night, and after a brief space of them the winter, and all are dead and the lone tree stand, "bare, ruined choirs, where once the sweet birds sang."
Does death thus wreck our hopes, our joys, our loves, our friendships, our christian communion? No. The words, "I am the Resurrection and the life," have created the angel of hope that guards the sleep of the christian dead, and made them to the living radiant with peace and immortality. How grandly Christ reposed on this idea (of) life, endless in its own being; a reality which death and time cannot banish. True he will bow his head and cease to breathe in obedience to the laws of humanity which he shared, but already he enters Paradise, not alone, but leading a child of humaity by the hand. Then to show us that he simply changed worlds, he comes back again and shows himself alive. And then to prove how phantasmal death is he departs in all the fullness of life, simply drawing about him the drapery of a cloud. Mr. Goodwin then pictured a soul fully imbued with the blessed facts of the Resurrection. Continuing he said: Could we love and think of our living as we love and think of our dead the highest dreams of human happiness would be realized. The earnestness of purpose, strong power of affection, the nobility of aim, the harmony and sweetness of nature, which marked the character of our loved ones gone are realized in the highest and dearest sense when we no more "feel the touch of a vanished hand or hear the sound of a voice that is still." Mrs. Mary Frances Griswold needs not the breath of human eulogy to waft her to her final place. Already she is in the presence of the Father and His angels. Her devotion to dear ones, her affection, her earnest friendships, her loyalty of character, her christian sincerity and worth, shall ever abide in the hearts of the deeply bereaved and in those among whom she lived and walked during her earthly life. All the record of that life will not be known until we shall have access to the archives of heaven, where are written by angel hands in letters of gold the history of God's believing children. God has a higher use for such souls. In our Father's house are many manions, and Christ has gone to prepare a place for all ranks of mortals for whom he died. It is sown in corruption, it is raised in incorruption. It is sown in weakness, it is raised in power. The fair progress of the soul in grace is not arrested but stimulated by the tomb. The great unity of life lasts on. Death is by an incident in immortality. Mr. Goodwin closed by quoting some stanzas from May Reilley Smith's beautiful poem, "Sometime."
"Nearer, my God to Thee," a favorite hymn of the deceased, was sung by the choir, and the Rector offered a sympathetic prayer closing with a benediction. While the casket was being slowly borne from the house to the hearse the choir chanted "Thy Will Be Done," continuing the refrain until the family had passed out. The interment was in Greenwood, where the Episcopal committal service was used, the choir chanted a hymn as the casket was lowered into the vault. The grave was walled with brick and lined with evergreens and flowers, and over the casket was placed a marble slab. At the close of the service the more intimate friends of Mrs. Griswold dropped floral tributes into her grave. Messrs. L. Burrows, John K. Warren, W.J. Quinlan, W.B. Chambers, George S. Durfee and J.F. Roach were the pallbearers.
Decatur Weekly Republican, 24 Mar 1892
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