The Traer Clipper, Friday, November 28th, 1879 page 1
Miss Belle Ames died on Friday last aged 17 years. It is not definitely known to us what the immediate cause of the dissolution was, she had been subject to headaches which might have been caused by a variety of ailments. The news came like snow in harvest, shocking the community as the loss of few persons would. The funeral services were held at the residence of the family, and the deceased sleeps on Larch Hill near the scenes of her short life's playground.
There is little can be said in a public journal that would more than mock at such grief as a bereavement like this brings to a family, and we will not intrude, we can sincerely say however, that a sympathetic chord is touched throughout the neighborhood, the young girl was very aimable, and intelligent having a place in many circles where she will be missed, her fellows of the Sabbath school will miss the beaming face of the comrade, and her teacher the modest intelligence of the pupil, her pastor will miss her but is well satisfied with her future peace, young people will miss one of the brightest ornaments of their social circle. The Larches, where Mr. Ames has expended so much time and thought to establish a home that should exceed in interest, to his children, all other places while they were about him and getting impressions that should be life long, will miss her, for whose delights. doubtless many of its attractions were planned.
Genuine sympathy becomes more tender when the objects of it struggle to hear their sorrows with resignation; and the grace of resignation is well grounded where precept and example has been so faithfully observed as in this case. The cares and business of the world take little hold on one so young, but what hold these little ones have on us! They are so much what we make them, and so much in them reminds us of what we were ourselves, that even a little waywardness binds them closer to us. When it pleases God in his wise providence to take them to himself, there is a vacancy left in our hearts that He only can fill. He foresaw these separations and graciously promised to be more than sons and daughters. Then we have more interest in that city with the streets of gold and gates of pearl, where the river of life runs I and the throne of God is, and the people have palms in their hands, and sing now songs and there is no night, nor need for sun. If a great sorrow like this call our thoughts oftener to where the loved ones have gone surely in time we can look back and very clearly see the eternal weight of glory these afflictions have wrought out.
Contributor: George (48419540)
Miss Belle Ames died on Friday last aged 17 years. It is not definitely known to us what the immediate cause of the dissolution was, she had been subject to headaches which might have been caused by a variety of ailments. The news came like snow in harvest, shocking the community as the loss of few persons would. The funeral services were held at the residence of the family, and the deceased sleeps on Larch Hill near the scenes of her short life's playground.
There is little can be said in a public journal that would more than mock at such grief as a bereavement like this brings to a family, and we will not intrude, we can sincerely say however, that a sympathetic chord is touched throughout the neighborhood, the young girl was very aimable, and intelligent having a place in many circles where she will be missed, her fellows of the Sabbath school will miss the beaming face of the comrade, and her teacher the modest intelligence of the pupil, her pastor will miss her but is well satisfied with her future peace, young people will miss one of the brightest ornaments of their social circle. The Larches, where Mr. Ames has expended so much time and thought to establish a home that should exceed in interest, to his children, all other places while they were about him and getting impressions that should be life long, will miss her, for whose delights. doubtless many of its attractions were planned.
Genuine sympathy becomes more tender when the objects of it struggle to hear their sorrows with resignation; and the grace of resignation is well grounded where precept and example has been so faithfully observed as in this case. The cares and business of the world take little hold on one so young, but what hold these little ones have on us! They are so much what we make them, and so much in them reminds us of what we were ourselves, that even a little waywardness binds them closer to us. When it pleases God in his wise providence to take them to himself, there is a vacancy left in our hearts that He only can fill. He foresaw these separations and graciously promised to be more than sons and daughters. Then we have more interest in that city with the streets of gold and gates of pearl, where the river of life runs I and the throne of God is, and the people have palms in their hands, and sing now songs and there is no night, nor need for sun. If a great sorrow like this call our thoughts oftener to where the loved ones have gone surely in time we can look back and very clearly see the eternal weight of glory these afflictions have wrought out.
Contributor: George (48419540)
The Traer Clipper, Friday, November 28th, 1879 page 1
Miss Belle Ames died on Friday last aged 17 years. It is not definitely known to us what the immediate cause of the dissolution was, she had been subject to headaches which might have been caused by a variety of ailments. The news came like snow in harvest, shocking the community as the loss of few persons would. The funeral services were held at the residence of the family, and the deceased sleeps on Larch Hill near the scenes of her short life's playground.
There is little can be said in a public journal that would more than mock at such grief as a bereavement like this brings to a family, and we will not intrude, we can sincerely say however, that a sympathetic chord is touched throughout the neighborhood, the young girl was very aimable, and intelligent having a place in many circles where she will be missed, her fellows of the Sabbath school will miss the beaming face of the comrade, and her teacher the modest intelligence of the pupil, her pastor will miss her but is well satisfied with her future peace, young people will miss one of the brightest ornaments of their social circle. The Larches, where Mr. Ames has expended so much time and thought to establish a home that should exceed in interest, to his children, all other places while they were about him and getting impressions that should be life long, will miss her, for whose delights. doubtless many of its attractions were planned.
Genuine sympathy becomes more tender when the objects of it struggle to hear their sorrows with resignation; and the grace of resignation is well grounded where precept and example has been so faithfully observed as in this case. The cares and business of the world take little hold on one so young, but what hold these little ones have on us! They are so much what we make them, and so much in them reminds us of what we were ourselves, that even a little waywardness binds them closer to us. When it pleases God in his wise providence to take them to himself, there is a vacancy left in our hearts that He only can fill. He foresaw these separations and graciously promised to be more than sons and daughters. Then we have more interest in that city with the streets of gold and gates of pearl, where the river of life runs I and the throne of God is, and the people have palms in their hands, and sing now songs and there is no night, nor need for sun. If a great sorrow like this call our thoughts oftener to where the loved ones have gone surely in time we can look back and very clearly see the eternal weight of glory these afflictions have wrought out.
Contributor: George (48419540)
Miss Belle Ames died on Friday last aged 17 years. It is not definitely known to us what the immediate cause of the dissolution was, she had been subject to headaches which might have been caused by a variety of ailments. The news came like snow in harvest, shocking the community as the loss of few persons would. The funeral services were held at the residence of the family, and the deceased sleeps on Larch Hill near the scenes of her short life's playground.
There is little can be said in a public journal that would more than mock at such grief as a bereavement like this brings to a family, and we will not intrude, we can sincerely say however, that a sympathetic chord is touched throughout the neighborhood, the young girl was very aimable, and intelligent having a place in many circles where she will be missed, her fellows of the Sabbath school will miss the beaming face of the comrade, and her teacher the modest intelligence of the pupil, her pastor will miss her but is well satisfied with her future peace, young people will miss one of the brightest ornaments of their social circle. The Larches, where Mr. Ames has expended so much time and thought to establish a home that should exceed in interest, to his children, all other places while they were about him and getting impressions that should be life long, will miss her, for whose delights. doubtless many of its attractions were planned.
Genuine sympathy becomes more tender when the objects of it struggle to hear their sorrows with resignation; and the grace of resignation is well grounded where precept and example has been so faithfully observed as in this case. The cares and business of the world take little hold on one so young, but what hold these little ones have on us! They are so much what we make them, and so much in them reminds us of what we were ourselves, that even a little waywardness binds them closer to us. When it pleases God in his wise providence to take them to himself, there is a vacancy left in our hearts that He only can fill. He foresaw these separations and graciously promised to be more than sons and daughters. Then we have more interest in that city with the streets of gold and gates of pearl, where the river of life runs I and the throne of God is, and the people have palms in their hands, and sing now songs and there is no night, nor need for sun. If a great sorrow like this call our thoughts oftener to where the loved ones have gone surely in time we can look back and very clearly see the eternal weight of glory these afflictions have wrought out.
Contributor: George (48419540)
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