We are now left to mourn the loss of our beloved and only son. He died of consumption, Sept. 11th, aged 10 months, after an illness of eight weeks, the most of which time he was a great sufferer; yet his sufferings were manifestly borne with much patience, although at so early an age. He was an affectionate and interesting child. His pleasant smile and cheering voice is no more seen or heard by us. Our home seems lonely without him: at times it seems almost too much to bear up under. Although we feel his loss very much, yet we mourn not as those who have no hope.
"God took him in his mercy,
A lamb untasked, untried."
The thought that he will so soon rise again is a source of consolation, and is all that is left to comfort us. We trust he sleeps in Jesus, and will soon awake in his glorified image no more to feel the sting of death. "I am the resurrection and the life."
"Gone from thy mother's breast,
Gone from thy cradle bed,
Henceforth, sweet babe, thy dreamless rest,
Is with the quiet dead.
'God thought it best,' and we
Bow to his holy will.
Our hearts, from every murmur free,
Shall trust his goodness still.
Thee in the grave we lay,
And spread the green turf o'er,
In certain hope of that glad day,
That shall the gift restore."