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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 12, 1859

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 13, No. 25.

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OBITUARY.

By H. Bingham

DIED, in Stowe, Vt., April 8th, of rheumatic erysipelas after three weeks of extreme suffering, Earl C., youngest son of Bro. Lewis and Sarah Harlow, aged 12 years. During his sickness he became anxious for his future welfare—earnestly sought pardon, and gave good evidence that God for Christ's sake had spoke peace to his troubled mind. He confessed his youthful errors, sought pardon of all his friends and earnestly exhorted his affectionate brothers and sisters and neighbors to embrace the hope of the gospel, and so live as to meet him in the coming kingdom: He bore his sufferings as a christian, and fell asleep in peace.
His funeral was attended on First day, April 10th. Bro. A. Stone of Eden, spoke to a crowded congregation from Jer. xxxi, 15–17; 1 Cor. xv, 20; 1 Thess. iv, 15–17, from which he clearly showed by the aid of other scriptures man's nature as a unit; his death by sin; his only hope of life through Christ at the resurrection of the just; the change of the remnant at his second coming; the utter destruction of the wicked in the second death; the earth made new and the curse removed; Christ the King and Restorer of all that the first Adam lost; and man who seeks this gift will come from the land of the enemy and enter upon the eternal inheritance with all that are meek, and inherit the earth where sickness, pain, and death, are excluded for ever.
He closed by a solemn appeal to the conscience of the audience, after which, the long train moved in procession to the spot, marked by the marble slab, where, under a clear sky and smiling sun, the citizens gathered around to see the peaceful sleeper in his modest coffin, lowered to his dusty pillow to rest until the tramp of Gabriel shall bid him rise to die no more. There we witnessed the falling tear, the sympathy of kind friends and neighbors; heard the half suppressed groan and the earnest and pathetic benediction of the speaker; and we retired, each feeling it better to go to the house of mourning than the house of feasting.
April, 26th, 1859. H. BINGHAM.