From the Princeton Union Aug 21, 1902
Death of Lizzie Hamilton .
Mrs. Lizzie Hamilton, known only a few years ago as Lizzie Jones, died last Sunday at the home of her mother, Mrs. Mary Millett, death resulting from an abdominal fistula with which she has been troubled since undergoing an operation about two years ago for appendicitis. Just four weeks prior to the day she died she was operated on, though the doctors told her at that time that she only had about four or five chances out of a hundred of surviving, and she would not last three weeks if an operation was not performed. She said she would take the few chances that remained and submitted to the
operation. For a few days she made hopeful progress, but the tissues had become so badly diseased that it was impossible for the operation to prove permanently successful, and a short time after the operation the doctors told her there was no chance to save her life. Though emaciated to a skeleton
she clung tenaciously to life. Wishing to live yet she was willing to die when she realized that she could
never get well.
The funeral was held at the home of her mother last Monday afternoon, and few there were who knew her years ago but attended the funeral. Rev. Gratz officiated and the interment was at Oak Knoll cemetery.
In the presence of death after the melodrama of life has been hidden by the curtain which has been rung down forever, there comes the clear and sympathetic notes of "Love's Old Sweet Song," and the familiar chords of Nature's lullaby are heard after a lapse of years that have almost erased
the scenes of happy, sweet and innocent childhood. It may seem a parting, but really it is a home coming.
Lizzie Jones was born in Brownville, Maine, September 2, 1865. She romped and played in Princeton but a few years ago the same as do the children of to-day. The paths she trod others
have trod and are trodding, and her life and story is interwoven in the great human fabric in the loom of life.
Death of Lizzie Hamilton .
Mrs. Lizzie Hamilton, known only a few years ago as Lizzie Jones, died last Sunday at the home of her mother, Mrs. Mary Millett, death resulting from an abdominal fistula with which she has been troubled since undergoing an operation about two years ago for appendicitis. Just four weeks prior to the day she died she was operated on, though the doctors told her at that time that she only had about four or five chances out of a hundred of surviving, and she would not last three weeks if an operation was not performed. She said she would take the few chances that remained and submitted to the
operation. For a few days she made hopeful progress, but the tissues had become so badly diseased that it was impossible for the operation to prove permanently successful, and a short time after the operation the doctors told her there was no chance to save her life. Though emaciated to a skeleton
she clung tenaciously to life. Wishing to live yet she was willing to die when she realized that she could
never get well.
The funeral was held at the home of her mother last Monday afternoon, and few there were who knew her years ago but attended the funeral. Rev. Gratz officiated and the interment was at Oak Knoll cemetery.
In the presence of death after the melodrama of life has been hidden by the curtain which has been rung down forever, there comes the clear and sympathetic notes of "Love's Old Sweet Song," and the familiar chords of Nature's lullaby are heard after a lapse of years that have almost erased
the scenes of happy, sweet and innocent childhood. It may seem a parting, but really it is a home coming.
Lizzie Jones was born in Brownville, Maine, September 2, 1865. She romped and played in Princeton but a few years ago the same as do the children of to-day. The paths she trod others
have trod and are trodding, and her life and story is interwoven in the great human fabric in the loom of life.
From the Princeton Union Aug 21, 1902
Death of Lizzie Hamilton .
Mrs. Lizzie Hamilton, known only a few years ago as Lizzie Jones, died last Sunday at the home of her mother, Mrs. Mary Millett, death resulting from an abdominal fistula with which she has been troubled since undergoing an operation about two years ago for appendicitis. Just four weeks prior to the day she died she was operated on, though the doctors told her at that time that she only had about four or five chances out of a hundred of surviving, and she would not last three weeks if an operation was not performed. She said she would take the few chances that remained and submitted to the
operation. For a few days she made hopeful progress, but the tissues had become so badly diseased that it was impossible for the operation to prove permanently successful, and a short time after the operation the doctors told her there was no chance to save her life. Though emaciated to a skeleton
she clung tenaciously to life. Wishing to live yet she was willing to die when she realized that she could
never get well.
The funeral was held at the home of her mother last Monday afternoon, and few there were who knew her years ago but attended the funeral. Rev. Gratz officiated and the interment was at Oak Knoll cemetery.
In the presence of death after the melodrama of life has been hidden by the curtain which has been rung down forever, there comes the clear and sympathetic notes of "Love's Old Sweet Song," and the familiar chords of Nature's lullaby are heard after a lapse of years that have almost erased
the scenes of happy, sweet and innocent childhood. It may seem a parting, but really it is a home coming.
Lizzie Jones was born in Brownville, Maine, September 2, 1865. She romped and played in Princeton but a few years ago the same as do the children of to-day. The paths she trod others
have trod and are trodding, and her life and story is interwoven in the great human fabric in the loom of life.
Death of Lizzie Hamilton .
Mrs. Lizzie Hamilton, known only a few years ago as Lizzie Jones, died last Sunday at the home of her mother, Mrs. Mary Millett, death resulting from an abdominal fistula with which she has been troubled since undergoing an operation about two years ago for appendicitis. Just four weeks prior to the day she died she was operated on, though the doctors told her at that time that she only had about four or five chances out of a hundred of surviving, and she would not last three weeks if an operation was not performed. She said she would take the few chances that remained and submitted to the
operation. For a few days she made hopeful progress, but the tissues had become so badly diseased that it was impossible for the operation to prove permanently successful, and a short time after the operation the doctors told her there was no chance to save her life. Though emaciated to a skeleton
she clung tenaciously to life. Wishing to live yet she was willing to die when she realized that she could
never get well.
The funeral was held at the home of her mother last Monday afternoon, and few there were who knew her years ago but attended the funeral. Rev. Gratz officiated and the interment was at Oak Knoll cemetery.
In the presence of death after the melodrama of life has been hidden by the curtain which has been rung down forever, there comes the clear and sympathetic notes of "Love's Old Sweet Song," and the familiar chords of Nature's lullaby are heard after a lapse of years that have almost erased
the scenes of happy, sweet and innocent childhood. It may seem a parting, but really it is a home coming.
Lizzie Jones was born in Brownville, Maine, September 2, 1865. She romped and played in Princeton but a few years ago the same as do the children of to-day. The paths she trod others
have trod and are trodding, and her life and story is interwoven in the great human fabric in the loom of life.
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