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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Apr 13, 1876

FromThe Review and Herald, Review and Herald, Vol. 47, No. 15.

Obituary Notices.

“Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth.”

DIED, in Battle Creek, Mich., April 6, 1876, of erysipelas and pleurisy, sister Diantha S. Gardner, aged 68 years and 10 months. Sister G. was born in Panton, Vt., June 29, 1808, and at the age of 12 years gave her heart to the Lord, and united with the Baptist church. In the winter of 1833 she heard the preaching of Wm. Miller on the second coming of Christ, and fully embraced his views. Her husband, Henry Gardner, to whom she was married, Dec. 22, 1825, and who still survives, embraced the same views at the same time. They both commenced the observance of the Bible Sabbath in 1852. Battle Creek has been their place of residence for the past 12 years. Sr. G. was the president of The Maternal Association, connected with this church, much of the time since its organization 6 years ago. Her loss will be sensibly felt by the church here. She leaves a son, her only surviving child, in the West, and many relatives in the East. At the funeral, April 8, Eld. James White addressed a large and sympathizing congregation from Isa. 26:19.

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DIED, of pleura-pneumonia, March 4, 1876, sister Abigail Priest in the eighty-first year of her age. Sister Priest gave her heart to the Lord in her early days when herself and husband united with the Methodist church. In 1842 they embraced the doctrine of the immediate coming of Christ. In 1846 they embraced the Sabbath of the Lord. Both have died in the faith of present truth, in joyful hope of a part in the first resurrection. Her children who were of sufficient age were also members of the Methodist church. The stamp of a mother’s piety was such that they all, nine in number, embraced the first angel’s message with their parents, and quite a number of them have embraced the third angel’s message. Except one, all are now living, and all except one were at the funeral with their families. She lived to see her great grandchildren, and died in their midst. She will ever live in the memory of her children. Funeral attended by the writer.

S. N. HASKELL.

DIED, of dropsy, March, 24, 1876, at Irving Park, Cook Co., Ill., Mary, wife of Joseph Ball, aged seventy-four years, and twenty-six days. In her youth she made choice of that good part that never could be taken from her. Wherever her lot was cast she was highly esteemed as a neighbor and a Christian. We embraced the truths of the third angel’s message about fifteen years ago. We saw beauty in the truths of the Bible, which has ever increased and grown brighter and brighter. The resurrection was her only hope. She leaves an only daughter and an aged companion to mourn their loss. We have strong hopes of meeting at the resurrection. Blessed hope! Words of comfort spoken by G. Lansing.

JOSEPH BALL.

DIED, while on a visit to his son’s in Terre Haute, Ind., of paralysis, Feb. 4, 1876, Bro. Ethan B. Whipple, of Kankakee, Ill., aged seventy-nine years, two months, and seventeen days. In the summer of 1874, when Brn. Andrews and Bourdeau had a tent-meeting in Kankakee, Bro. W. and his wife embraced the truth and have kept the Sabbath ever since. He was a good scholar, had a strong mind, and firm and upright principles. He was highly respected by all who knew him. He retained his strength of mind remarkably to the last. He appreciated the words of the psalmist, “But his delight is in the law of the Lord; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.” “Therefore I love thy commandments above gold; yea, above fine gold.” He dwelt with pleasure upon the evidence of life only through Christ. He leaves an aged companion with several grown up children and a large circle of friends and acquaintances to mourn their loss. His companion is now living alone, waiting the time so beautifully expressed by the poet,

“Meet again when time is o’er, Meet again to part no more; How it cheers the drooping heart When from friends we’re called to part. “Meet again, how passing sweet, Friends long-lost again to meet; Careworn souls, by tempest driven, Oh! how sweet to meet in Heaven.”

T. M. STEWARD.