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The Daily Chronicle
Marshall, Michigan
Tuesday November 25, 1890
Page 1
---Jessie Victoria Camp was born Nov. 3d, 1873 and died of consumption Nov. 15th, 1898, at the age of seventeen years and two weeks. Three years ago last April her father died, and only last May one of her sisters, both of the same dread disease, and last January the first symptoms of the insidious malady became apparent in Jessie. Up to this time she had been as fair a picture of blooming health as the eye could wish to rest upon, with the bounding step and beautiful eyes and cheeks aglow with happiness and ___, so when the cloud of illness first shadowed her, for some time no danger was apprehended. Being ambitious to complete her course of study, she continued attending school as lately as last May, though so ill she could only with the utmost effort and determination carry on her school work, and then it became evident that she was not only too weak to continue study, but that little hope remained of her recovery.
---As the short summer glided on it was touched indeed to see the once merry blooming Jessie, leaning on the arm of her faithful and loving sister, slowly wandering over her accustomed paths still cheerful and hopeful, though her voice had dwindled almost to a whisper. Every care that love could give was lavished upon her, but with the first fading of the leaves it was apparent to her friends that her days on earth were almost numbered. When she found at last she could no more rise from her bed as she had previously done after a few days of unusual suffering, she, too, saw that she must soon go, and she was ready. When her friends lingered sadly and anxiously at her bedside, she it was who spoke words of cheer and comfort, and many friends were carnest admonitions which she gave to her young associates to live more nobly and earnestly.
---She was beautiful in death, and as she lay in her snowy casket, garlanded with rarest flowers, she seemed too fair to hide in the dark earth. But we know that lovely body was only the house in which the real Jessie had once dwelt, and that the spirit, ___ that earthly eyes can behold, is safe and happy now in the bosom of a lovingly Father.
--And so we sing "There is no death,"
--Though tears our lashes have,
--While burst the roses of our faith
--Above our darling's grave."
---The floral tributes were many and both costly exquisite, one of particular beauty being a large bunch of half blown roses, contributed by her teachers and schoolmates of the high school, among whom she was a favorite, as she was with all who knew her. Four brothers, four sisters and a sorrowing mother are left to mourn the loss of a beloved sister and daughter, who so lately filled the home with the sweetest joy and music, but we know she is happy, and that though her fingers that so deftly swept the keys on earth are quiet beneath the sod our Jessie is joined in harmonies whose mortal ear hath never heard, and glories which earthly eyes have never seen, and that some day we shall clasp her, our own, again.
The Daily Chronicle
Marshall, Michigan
Tuesday November 25, 1890
Page 1
---Jessie Victoria Camp was born Nov. 3d, 1873 and died of consumption Nov. 15th, 1898, at the age of seventeen years and two weeks. Three years ago last April her father died, and only last May one of her sisters, both of the same dread disease, and last January the first symptoms of the insidious malady became apparent in Jessie. Up to this time she had been as fair a picture of blooming health as the eye could wish to rest upon, with the bounding step and beautiful eyes and cheeks aglow with happiness and ___, so when the cloud of illness first shadowed her, for some time no danger was apprehended. Being ambitious to complete her course of study, she continued attending school as lately as last May, though so ill she could only with the utmost effort and determination carry on her school work, and then it became evident that she was not only too weak to continue study, but that little hope remained of her recovery.
---As the short summer glided on it was touched indeed to see the once merry blooming Jessie, leaning on the arm of her faithful and loving sister, slowly wandering over her accustomed paths still cheerful and hopeful, though her voice had dwindled almost to a whisper. Every care that love could give was lavished upon her, but with the first fading of the leaves it was apparent to her friends that her days on earth were almost numbered. When she found at last she could no more rise from her bed as she had previously done after a few days of unusual suffering, she, too, saw that she must soon go, and she was ready. When her friends lingered sadly and anxiously at her bedside, she it was who spoke words of cheer and comfort, and many friends were carnest admonitions which she gave to her young associates to live more nobly and earnestly.
---She was beautiful in death, and as she lay in her snowy casket, garlanded with rarest flowers, she seemed too fair to hide in the dark earth. But we know that lovely body was only the house in which the real Jessie had once dwelt, and that the spirit, ___ that earthly eyes can behold, is safe and happy now in the bosom of a lovingly Father.
--And so we sing "There is no death,"
--Though tears our lashes have,
--While burst the roses of our faith
--Above our darling's grave."
---The floral tributes were many and both costly exquisite, one of particular beauty being a large bunch of half blown roses, contributed by her teachers and schoolmates of the high school, among whom she was a favorite, as she was with all who knew her. Four brothers, four sisters and a sorrowing mother are left to mourn the loss of a beloved sister and daughter, who so lately filled the home with the sweetest joy and music, but we know she is happy, and that though her fingers that so deftly swept the keys on earth are quiet beneath the sod our Jessie is joined in harmonies whose mortal ear hath never heard, and glories which earthly eyes have never seen, and that some day we shall clasp her, our own, again.
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The Daily Chronicle
Marshall, Michigan
Tuesday November 25, 1890
Page 1
---Jessie Victoria Camp was born Nov. 3d, 1873 and died of consumption Nov. 15th, 1898, at the age of seventeen years and two weeks. Three years ago last April her father died, and only last May one of her sisters, both of the same dread disease, and last January the first symptoms of the insidious malady became apparent in Jessie. Up to this time she had been as fair a picture of blooming health as the eye could wish to rest upon, with the bounding step and beautiful eyes and cheeks aglow with happiness and ___, so when the cloud of illness first shadowed her, for some time no danger was apprehended. Being ambitious to complete her course of study, she continued attending school as lately as last May, though so ill she could only with the utmost effort and determination carry on her school work, and then it became evident that she was not only too weak to continue study, but that little hope remained of her recovery.
---As the short summer glided on it was touched indeed to see the once merry blooming Jessie, leaning on the arm of her faithful and loving sister, slowly wandering over her accustomed paths still cheerful and hopeful, though her voice had dwindled almost to a whisper. Every care that love could give was lavished upon her, but with the first fading of the leaves it was apparent to her friends that her days on earth were almost numbered. When she found at last she could no more rise from her bed as she had previously done after a few days of unusual suffering, she, too, saw that she must soon go, and she was ready. When her friends lingered sadly and anxiously at her bedside, she it was who spoke words of cheer and comfort, and many friends were carnest admonitions which she gave to her young associates to live more nobly and earnestly.
---She was beautiful in death, and as she lay in her snowy casket, garlanded with rarest flowers, she seemed too fair to hide in the dark earth. But we know that lovely body was only the house in which the real Jessie had once dwelt, and that the spirit, ___ that earthly eyes can behold, is safe and happy now in the bosom of a lovingly Father.
--And so we sing "There is no death,"
--Though tears our lashes have,
--While burst the roses of our faith
--Above our darling's grave."
---The floral tributes were many and both costly exquisite, one of particular beauty being a large bunch of half blown roses, contributed by her teachers and schoolmates of the high school, among whom she was a favorite, as she was with all who knew her. Four brothers, four sisters and a sorrowing mother are left to mourn the loss of a beloved sister and daughter, who so lately filled the home with the sweetest joy and music, but we know she is happy, and that though her fingers that so deftly swept the keys on earth are quiet beneath the sod our Jessie is joined in harmonies whose mortal ear hath never heard, and glories which earthly eyes have never seen, and that some day we shall clasp her, our own, again.
The Daily Chronicle
Marshall, Michigan
Tuesday November 25, 1890
Page 1
---Jessie Victoria Camp was born Nov. 3d, 1873 and died of consumption Nov. 15th, 1898, at the age of seventeen years and two weeks. Three years ago last April her father died, and only last May one of her sisters, both of the same dread disease, and last January the first symptoms of the insidious malady became apparent in Jessie. Up to this time she had been as fair a picture of blooming health as the eye could wish to rest upon, with the bounding step and beautiful eyes and cheeks aglow with happiness and ___, so when the cloud of illness first shadowed her, for some time no danger was apprehended. Being ambitious to complete her course of study, she continued attending school as lately as last May, though so ill she could only with the utmost effort and determination carry on her school work, and then it became evident that she was not only too weak to continue study, but that little hope remained of her recovery.
---As the short summer glided on it was touched indeed to see the once merry blooming Jessie, leaning on the arm of her faithful and loving sister, slowly wandering over her accustomed paths still cheerful and hopeful, though her voice had dwindled almost to a whisper. Every care that love could give was lavished upon her, but with the first fading of the leaves it was apparent to her friends that her days on earth were almost numbered. When she found at last she could no more rise from her bed as she had previously done after a few days of unusual suffering, she, too, saw that she must soon go, and she was ready. When her friends lingered sadly and anxiously at her bedside, she it was who spoke words of cheer and comfort, and many friends were carnest admonitions which she gave to her young associates to live more nobly and earnestly.
---She was beautiful in death, and as she lay in her snowy casket, garlanded with rarest flowers, she seemed too fair to hide in the dark earth. But we know that lovely body was only the house in which the real Jessie had once dwelt, and that the spirit, ___ that earthly eyes can behold, is safe and happy now in the bosom of a lovingly Father.
--And so we sing "There is no death,"
--Though tears our lashes have,
--While burst the roses of our faith
--Above our darling's grave."
---The floral tributes were many and both costly exquisite, one of particular beauty being a large bunch of half blown roses, contributed by her teachers and schoolmates of the high school, among whom she was a favorite, as she was with all who knew her. Four brothers, four sisters and a sorrowing mother are left to mourn the loss of a beloved sister and daughter, who so lately filled the home with the sweetest joy and music, but we know she is happy, and that though her fingers that so deftly swept the keys on earth are quiet beneath the sod our Jessie is joined in harmonies whose mortal ear hath never heard, and glories which earthly eyes have never seen, and that some day we shall clasp her, our own, again.
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Interment : 16 November 1890
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