Obituary Notices

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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 29, 1863

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 23, No. 5.

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Obituary Notices.

DIED of lung fever, in Topsham, Me., Dec. 8, 1863, Henry N. White, eldest son of Eld. James and Ellen G. White, aged 16 years and 3 months, after a short sickness of one week. Funeral services were held there in the Baptist church at the solicitation of friends. Sermon by Eld. M. E. Cornell. He was then brought to Battle Creek, where brief funeral services were held the 21st inst., and we followed him to the family burial place in Oak Hill cemetery, there to rest till the bright morning of the first resurrection. The arm of support on which the parents have long been accustomed to lean, does not fail them in this hour of trial. And the thought that their beloved son nearly a year since publicly identified himself with the people of God, and died in the triumphs of faith, will serve above all else to hallow their heavy loss. There were many circumstances connected with Henry's last sickness and death, calculated to mingle with the bitter cup of bereavement the sweetest consolation—circumstances which memory will ever hold as her dearest treasures. To give all the interesting particulars would extend this report to too great a length. It has therefore been decided to embody them in a pamphlet, entitled, An Appeal to the Young, to be prepared by sister Adelia P. Patten, who is a member of the afflicted family, and was with them during the last sickness of the deceased. U. S.
FELL asleep in Jesus, in Lynxville, Wis., Dec. 2, 1863, sister Emma McDonal, wife of Bro. William McDonal, and daughter of Bro. and sister Heligass, aged 18 years. Sister McDonal suffered much, but her sufferings were borne with great patience and Christian resignation. When given up to die and told she could not live, her reply was that she would not sleep but a little while; that soon Jesus would come and she would be raised. Before her death she exhorted all present to prepare for the kingdom of God. She died in full hopes of having part in the first resurrection. She leaves an affectionate companion, a father and mother and a large circle of friends who deeply mourn her loss; but they believe that she will have part in the first resurrection. The writer spoke to a large and attentive congregation at her funeral, from the words, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord. L. G. BOSTWICK.
DIED, in Providence, R. I., Nov. 30, Capt. Samuel Warner, aged 79 years. Bro. Warner is survived by his wife, and two sons, with their interesting families. His views, were in the main, the same as those advocated by the Advent Review and Sabbath Herald. His life was an active one. In early life—for a time—he followed the sea: afterward he engaged in agriculture; but for a number of years he has been a resident of this city, and was occupied in looking after his property. Something over twenty years ago he received deep religious impressions, and about four years since gladly submitted to be buried in baptism. His funeral was attended on the 2nd inst., by a numerous company of mourners and sympathizing friends. B. F. S. Providence, Dec. 3, 1863.
DIED in Jamaica, Vt., Nov. 12, 1863, my father-in-law, James Wilder, of heart disease, after a severe and painful illness of about six months, which he bore with Christian patience and fortitude. He was a firm believer in all of the present truth. The coming of the Lord was a theme upon which he dwelt with great delight, bearing a testimony to all of the consolation the blessed hope afforded him in that solemn hour when no human aid could afford him relief, exhorting them to seek a preparation for the coming of the Lord and to meet him on the fair fields of deliverance, where parting can never come. On the 14th, after listening to a very appropriate discourse by Elder Tripp, from 2 Tim. iv, 7, 8, we followed him to his silent resting-place, where pain and sorrow can never come and death will be unknown. Although we mourn, yet it is not without hope. HORACE BARR.