California Obituaries
Sierra County 

John F. Miller

Submitted by Brad Sharpe

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Mountain Messenger � 2/06/1892, Pg. 3 

In Memoriam of John F. Miller, who died at Poker Flat, December 21st, 
1891 � Once more has death carried into that mysterious land, one of 
our young men, Johnnie, second oldest son of Samuel and Maria Miller, 
aged nearly eighteen years. Johnnie was taken sick December 9, with 
that dread disease diphtheria, and in less than two weeks he was 
numbered with the dead. 

�A brother called from the golden shore�
  Where sorrow can enter no more, no more.
We could not hear the low, sweet tone,
  But he did, and answered, �I come, I come.�

He will be greatly missed in the vicinity where he lived for both old 
and young loved Johnnie. It seems only yesterday that he was among us, 
the gayest of the gay. He was buried December 23d, at Poker Flat. The 
funeral services were read by Mr. P. H. Dugan.

They have borne him away to the silent tomb
  And tenderly laid him to rest,                
While the first snows of winter that silently fell
  Spread a white mantle over his breast.

How sweet is quiet rest to the weary and worn
  As he passed from earth�s trails away;
And the stillness of death calmly fell all around
  In peace o�er the slumbering clay.   

But ah ! what a pang to each sorrowing one, love
  Is the desolate home now bereft         
Love of the brother and son whose last look of
  Lingered long on the dear ones he left.

But upward, look, upward, oh ! sorrowing group,
  Away from inanimate clay
And view the rapt spirit at rest with the Lord
  In the light of an endless day.

For there is our home where our loved ones are,
  The grave�s but the opening to heaven.
The pathway is clear through our savior dear,
  And the curtain of darkness is riven.

And thither, we too, when our life work is done
  Where parting and death are no more,
Shall greet him again in the fullness of day,
  At rest on the ever-green shore.

Poker Flat, Jan. 14th, 1892 
                                    Schoolmate