Yesterday morning, at 8:30 o'clock, little Louie, son of Mr. and Mrs. W. L. Bryan, breathed his last and his little sinless spirit winged its flight from a bed of suffering to that land where he will forever live in the home of the redeemed. Weep not dear parents, for this tender plant has only been plucked from the thorny hedges of this sin-spotted earth to be transplanted in the ever-blooming gardens of the Lord.
Watauga Democrat, February 19, 1891, Page 3
IN MEMORIUM
Died, in Boone, N. C., on the morning of Feb. 18, little Louis Loventhorpe, son of Mr. and Mrs. W. L. Bryan. Only three short summers he had brightened the home of his parents, but long enough to entangle himself among the heart-strings of each member of the family. The hearts of his parents are brought to great grief by the unexpected call of the Good Shepherd for their little baby boy, but are comforted by the thought that he is now safe in the home of the soul. The tender flower has been transplanted from the barren soil and chilling winds of this hard world, to bloom in the conservatory of the eternal King.
One more cherub has been added to the angelic host above. Two more little feet are today roaming the streets of the New Jerusalem, that had never traveled in the pats of sin and sorrow here. Two more little enraptured eyes are to-day beholding the King in His beauty, that had never been scalded by tears of sorrow. One more little brow is to-day wreathed with immortelles of undying felicity that had never been seamed and scarred by sin. Two more little dimple hands are striking harps symphoniously with the blood-washed throng.
Weep not parents and friends. Remember that you have a babe in Heaven, who, no doubt, will look, watch, and wait for your coming from the parapets of a better world.
"We shall stand on the banks of the River of Life,
And drink of its crystals tide,
But one of the joys of Heaven will be
The little boy who died."
A FRIEND
(Watauga Democrat, Boone, North Carolina, Thurs, 26 Feb 1891, Edition 1)
Watauga Democrat, February 19, 1891, Page 3
IN MEMORIUM
Died, in Boone, N. C., on the morning of Feb. 18, little Louis Loventhorpe, son of Mr. and Mrs. W. L. Bryan. Only three short summers he had brightened the home of his parents, but long enough to entangle himself among the heart-strings of each member of the family. The hearts of his parents are brought to great grief by the unexpected call of the Good Shepherd for their little baby boy, but are comforted by the thought that he is now safe in the home of the soul. The tender flower has been transplanted from the barren soil and chilling winds of this hard world, to bloom in the conservatory of the eternal King.
One more cherub has been added to the angelic host above. Two more little feet are today roaming the streets of the New Jerusalem, that had never traveled in the pats of sin and sorrow here. Two more little enraptured eyes are to-day beholding the King in His beauty, that had never been scalded by tears of sorrow. One more little brow is to-day wreathed with immortelles of undying felicity that had never been seamed and scarred by sin. Two more little dimple hands are striking harps symphoniously with the blood-washed throng.
Weep not parents and friends. Remember that you have a babe in Heaven, who, no doubt, will look, watch, and wait for your coming from the parapets of a better world.
"We shall stand on the banks of the River of Life,
And drink of its crystals tide,
But one of the joys of Heaven will be
The little boy who died."
A FRIEND
(Watauga Democrat, Boone, North Carolina, Thurs, 26 Feb 1891, Edition 1)
Yesterday morning, at 8:30 o'clock, little Louie, son of Mr. and Mrs. W. L. Bryan, breathed his last and his little sinless spirit winged its flight from a bed of suffering to that land where he will forever live in the home of the redeemed. Weep not dear parents, for this tender plant has only been plucked from the thorny hedges of this sin-spotted earth to be transplanted in the ever-blooming gardens of the Lord.
Watauga Democrat, February 19, 1891, Page 3
IN MEMORIUM
Died, in Boone, N. C., on the morning of Feb. 18, little Louis Loventhorpe, son of Mr. and Mrs. W. L. Bryan. Only three short summers he had brightened the home of his parents, but long enough to entangle himself among the heart-strings of each member of the family. The hearts of his parents are brought to great grief by the unexpected call of the Good Shepherd for their little baby boy, but are comforted by the thought that he is now safe in the home of the soul. The tender flower has been transplanted from the barren soil and chilling winds of this hard world, to bloom in the conservatory of the eternal King.
One more cherub has been added to the angelic host above. Two more little feet are today roaming the streets of the New Jerusalem, that had never traveled in the pats of sin and sorrow here. Two more little enraptured eyes are to-day beholding the King in His beauty, that had never been scalded by tears of sorrow. One more little brow is to-day wreathed with immortelles of undying felicity that had never been seamed and scarred by sin. Two more little dimple hands are striking harps symphoniously with the blood-washed throng.
Weep not parents and friends. Remember that you have a babe in Heaven, who, no doubt, will look, watch, and wait for your coming from the parapets of a better world.
"We shall stand on the banks of the River of Life,
And drink of its crystals tide,
But one of the joys of Heaven will be
The little boy who died."
A FRIEND
(Watauga Democrat, Boone, North Carolina, Thurs, 26 Feb 1891, Edition 1)
Watauga Democrat, February 19, 1891, Page 3
IN MEMORIUM
Died, in Boone, N. C., on the morning of Feb. 18, little Louis Loventhorpe, son of Mr. and Mrs. W. L. Bryan. Only three short summers he had brightened the home of his parents, but long enough to entangle himself among the heart-strings of each member of the family. The hearts of his parents are brought to great grief by the unexpected call of the Good Shepherd for their little baby boy, but are comforted by the thought that he is now safe in the home of the soul. The tender flower has been transplanted from the barren soil and chilling winds of this hard world, to bloom in the conservatory of the eternal King.
One more cherub has been added to the angelic host above. Two more little feet are today roaming the streets of the New Jerusalem, that had never traveled in the pats of sin and sorrow here. Two more little enraptured eyes are to-day beholding the King in His beauty, that had never been scalded by tears of sorrow. One more little brow is to-day wreathed with immortelles of undying felicity that had never been seamed and scarred by sin. Two more little dimple hands are striking harps symphoniously with the blood-washed throng.
Weep not parents and friends. Remember that you have a babe in Heaven, who, no doubt, will look, watch, and wait for your coming from the parapets of a better world.
"We shall stand on the banks of the River of Life,
And drink of its crystals tide,
But one of the joys of Heaven will be
The little boy who died."
A FRIEND
(Watauga Democrat, Boone, North Carolina, Thurs, 26 Feb 1891, Edition 1)
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