OBITUARY | AdventAI

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 28, 1861

OBITUARY.

DIED in Monterey, April 22, Eliza Florilla, daughter of Orin and Francis McOmber, aged 4 years and 8 months.

"Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death! Youth and the opening rose May look like things too glorious for decay, And smile at thee—but thou art not of those That wait the ripen'd bloom to seize their prey." P. M. BATES.

Fell asleep in Jesus, at her parents' residence, in Marlow, N. H., Apr. 18, 1861, Lydia E., wife of Cyrus K. Farnsworth, aged 27 years, 7 months, and 18 days. Sister F. was taken sick about two years ago, and the most of the time was a great sufferer under a complication of diseases. At the age of 17 she embraced the present truth, the third angel's message, and was a steady and firm believer in the solemn truths connected with the last message to dying man, and a faithful observer of God's holy Sabbath, inseparably connected with that holy law given on Mt. Sinai by the great Lawgiver for the rule of man's life.

She was an example of patient suffering and of piety. The sweet, blessed hope of the glorious, personal appearing of her blessed Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, cheered her heart, and was like an anchor to her soul, sure and steadfast. And while she saw through the prophetic word the solemn scenes that are soon to transpire on the earth, she could adopt, and with her pencil marked, the following language of the poet: "The living saints have got to meet And brave the dragon's utmost ire— The grave will be a blest retreat While earth is whelmed in troubles dire. "Thy righteous will be done, O God! To meet the foe and overcome; Or lay me down beneath the sod, Sleep a short sleep and then go home."

Definitely and especially applicable here are the words that John was commanded to write, "Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them."

Her faith was unwavering that she should rest but a little while in the grave before she should hear the voice of the Archangel and the trump of God, and with all them that sleep in Jesus she should come forth in immortal bloom. Yes, that once suffering and emaciated form will soon put on immortality, and shout victory over the grave, to enjoy the blessing promised in Rev. xxii, 14.

"Blessed are they that do his commandments, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the city."

Sr. F. has left a kind companion and tender and affectionate parents to mourn her loss. We deeply feel for Bro. F. when we think that this is the second time he has followed a dear companion to the grave, within three years. But he mourns not as those that have no hope. How exceedingly precious are these promises to his afflicted heart, that shed such rays of divine light around the morning of the resurrection. O glorious morn! we hail thy dawn that sets the prisoners free.

"Unconscious now in peaceful sleep, From all her cares at rest, While friends around are called to weep, She is divinely blest. "Away from Satan's tempting snare, Her faith's no longer tried: In Jesus she is sleeping there; For in bright hope she died." JOSHUA PHILBRICK. Washington, N. H., May 17, 1861.