p. 143 | OBITUARY

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 23, 1858

OBITUARY.

DIED at Clyde, Ills., of typhoid fever Sept. 1st, at the rising of the sun, Martha G. Lockwood, in the 61st year of her age. Brother and sister Lockwood have long looked for the coming of the Lord, and were among the first in Vermont who received the Third Angel's Message. She never relinquished her faith, but was striving to enter into life by keeping God's holy law. The kindness of the wife, and the tender care of the mother are greatly missed. Brother L. deeply feels his loss, but finds consolation in the blessed hope that in a little while those that sleep in Jesus will live to die no more.

C. W. SPERRY. Round Grove, Ills., Sept. 6th, 1858.

DIED of typhoid dysentery, in Washington, N. H., Aug. 6th, Webster, son of Cyrus K. and Rachel D. Farnsworth, aged one year and nine months.

Also of the same disease, on the 9th, Rachel D. wife of Cyrus K. Farnsworth aged 33 years. Sister Farnsworth has been a Sabbath-keeper from her youth, and a believer in the Third Angel's Message for a number of years. Her sickness was of short duration, which she endured without a murmur or complaint. And while she rapidly sunk under the power of the enemy, the Lord was her comfort and hope.

We deeply sympathize with our brother while he is left with three little children, to mourn the loss of a companion and mother. The consolation of saving grace and the blessed hope, in the bright prospect of meeting those whom death has torn from his embrace in a little while, in the better land, where sorrow and death can never come, cheers his lonely heart.

"Ah! she is gone—there enshrouded she lies, Hushed is her voice, and bedimmed are her eyes, Cold is that form, and all motionless now, Death's fatal seal on her calm, pallid brow. Mournful we gazed on the face of the dead, Many the tears that in sorrow we shed; Deep was the anguish then rending the heart, Sad was the hour when we saw her depart. Peaceful thy slumber! O sweet thy repose! Safe from life's turmoil, its cares and its woes, Short is the silent embrace of the tomb; Hope pointing upward, disperses the gloom. Soon will the King in his glory descend, Triumph o'er death, and the grave's fetters rend; Kindred and friends shall we meet as they rise, Bright and immortal, ascending the skies."

JOSHUA PHILBRICK. Washington, N. H., Sept. 1st, 1858.