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Thursday, January 4, 1883
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Howard At Sand Creek, Sanders county, Nebraska, Nellie Howard, daughter of Mortimer and Elsie Howard, aged 19 years and 9 months.
The above notice was mislaid or it would have appeared in this paper before. THE INDEPENDENT tenders its sincere sympathy to these bereaved friends in there great affliction. We had no personal acquaintance with this estimable young lady, but have everywhere heard her well-spoken of and know that she leaves a blessed memory behind her as a consolation to her parents and friends.
Thursday, January 18, 1883
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Enbody In Green precinct on Sunday, January 7, 1883 Millie, infant daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Lucien Enbody, aged thirteen days.
Thursday, January 25, 1883
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An infant child of Mr. and Mrs. Curtis M. Copp, which died on Thursday of last week, during the absence of Mr. Copp, was buried from their residence on Monday last. THE INDEPENDENT tenders its sincere sympathy to the bereaved family in their affliction.
Thursday, February 15, 1883
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Copp At his home in Wahoo, Neb., on Friday, Feb. 9th, 1883 at 5 o'clock p.m., Lorenzo Copp, aged 71 years 2 months and 7 days.
The death of our respected citizen was very sudden and unexpected. In the morning of the day he died he was down town in usual health and urged is wife to hurry up dinner as he went home. Between 1 and 2 o'clock p.m. he emptied some straw ticks and on his way from the pen where he had done this work he fell, first on his knees, then upon his side. He was immediately discovered by his daughter and with the aid of his son who was near at hand he was carried into the house. He knew his daughter when she spoke and also his son as they stooped over him, but at once became unconscious and lay in a comatose state, apparently without pain until 5 o'clock p.m. when he gently and quietly ceased to breathe.
Mr. Copp was born in Rhode Island on Dec. 2, 1811 at an early period in his life he went to Chemung county, New York and from there to Tioga county, Pa. where he was married in 1830 to his surviving wife. From Pennsylvania he removed to this state and settled in this county where he has since resided. Mr. Cobb leaves a wife and eleven children to mourn his loss. He was a respected citizen, a kind neighbor and a good man. He was a sincere Christian, an honored member of the Baptist church in this place and died leaving behind him the rich legacy for his children of a good name.
"The memory of the just is blessed."
From the home to which we believe he has gone, he waits to greet those left behind and beckons them to "come up higher." Peace be to his ashes.
Anderson, Laura M.
Thursday, February 22, 1883
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Anderson On Sunday morning February 18th, 1883 at 8 o'clock, Laura M. daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Peter Anderson, age three years in April.
This bright little girl was taken down with scarlet fever toward the last of the week and was sick but a day or two, about three days, and when death robbed the home and made desolute the fireside. The funeral was held at the house on Monday afternoon. The loss is a severe one and the earnest sympathy of our people goes out to the bereaved parents.
Shanahan, Mrs. Mary
Thursday, March 8, 1883
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Mrs. Mary Shanahan, wife of Malac Shanahan Esq., died at her home in Douglas precinct on Thursday, March 1st., 1883, aged 22 years. After suffering many months with consumption, she passed over to rest, leaving a husband and a large circle of friends who deeply mourn her loss. The editor of this paper tenders most sincere sympathy to them all in their great bereavement.
Thursday, March 8, 1883
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The funeral services of an infant child of Peter Kaiser and wife took place at our school house last Friday, at 12 m.
Bivins, Ethel M.
Thursday, March 15, 1883
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Bivins Ethel M. infant daughter of R. W. and Anna H. C. Bivins, died in this village on Friday, March 9th 1883, aged 6 months and 20 days.
"Not lost, - but gone before."
Standage, Mrs. Lizzie Woodworth
Thursday, March 15, 1883
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On March 5th, word came by telegraph that Mrs. Lizzie Woodworth Standage of Page county, Iowa, only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. P. G. Woodworth, of Wahoo, was dangerously ill with scarlet fever.
Tuesday morning March 6th., P. G. Woodworth and his son Ralph started for Iowa and arrived at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Standish at three o'clock the next morning. But, alas! it was too late, for Lizzee was sleeping in the calm serenity of death.
On Tuesday morning at six o'clock she passed from the gloomy sadness of earth's journey to the sweet peace of eternal rest.
Lizzie Woodworth was born April 9th, 1861 and was married to Edward E. Standage October 15, 1876.
She was the mother of three children, Clyde, Willie, and Hattie. Willie died at the age of eight months in August, 1881. He was a very bright winsome child.
Hattie is now about fourteen months old and because of her amiable disposition is generally called happy. She is a joy in spiriting as a radiant sunbeam.
Noble little Clyde survived his mother but little over a week. He died on Tuesday at one o'clock.
Lizzie took the scarlet fever from her husband's brother's family. The family of Chas. Standage recently removed from this county back to Iowa and were staying a few days with Mr. E. E. Standage. While there, three of their children had the scarlet fever, but the careful nursing of Lizzie brought them safely through their sickness. The family were able to leave safely on March 1st., but left the seeds of behind them.
Lizzie was taken sick the next day which was Friday, and on Tuesday morning she died.
Let me tell you of her death. As the fatal dawn approached she became aware of her impending fate, but her mind remained unclouded to the end. It seems that we can see the glorious death scene.
We see her face become radiant with joy! Hark! we hear her sweet voice singing "Rock of ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in thee;" How sacred the music! Again we listen while she sings, "Nearer my God to thee, nearer to thee." Oh! can it be that in a moment that voice will be hushed forever. But, listen! She calls for her babes! The poor innocents are brought to her bed side. We see her as she places caressingly, a hand on each little head. We hear her say; "pure darlings," She raises her hands imploringly upward and solemly, shall we say prophetically utters this her prayer. "Father, I will that they also, whom thou has given me, be with me where I am."
Sacred words of prayer, first uttered by the son of God. Then while singing "On Jordan's stormy banks I stand," her voice grows fainter and fainter until hushed in the slumber of death. What bliss in such a death! Could she not say with St. Paul, "For me to die is gain." "Oh death! where is they sting? Oh grave! where is thy victory?" Mrs. Standage was a member of the Methodist church. She was of an amiable and kind nature, sunny in disposition and an earnest Christian. She was ministered unto by kind friends during her last sickness, and her father and brother were present at her funeral.
Mr. and Mrs. Woodworth desire to extend thanks of gratitude to the many sympathizing friends here, and also to those who cared for their daughter during her late sickness.
Bivens, R. W.
Thursday, March 22, 1883
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Masonic Notice Died
R. W. Bivens died this morning. Members of the Masonic fraternity are requested to meet at their hall to-night. Funeral tomorrow at 12 o'clock. M.B. Reese, W.M.
Poor Dick Bivens died this morning after long suffering and much pain. He has borne the burdens of this life with heroic fortitude and leaves behind him the memory of a true heart and a brave spirit. Wasted by disease and weary from his long illness, he has passed away from earth. Tomorrow at noon his mortal remains will be consigned to earth by the Masonic fraternity of this place.
Thursday, March 22, 1883
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A Bohemian boy about 16 years old named Joe Vybiral, was accidently shot on Tuesday last, while hunting for geese. We learn that when taking the cow from the stable by some means the animal hit the hammer of the gun with one of her feet or lets in turning round and the gun at the time pointing toward his lower right abdomen, was discharged, the contents passing through the body coming out low down on the right side of his back bone. Dr. Stone was called to dress the wound and expresses but little hope if any for his recovery. There may be a slight chance for him if the shot did not penetrate the cavity of the abdomen but if it did so penetrate, while death is always sure to follow, it is generally not sudden and follows a few days after the wound.
LATER The young man died at 11 p.m. Wednesday night.
Thursday, March 29, 1883
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The last of the three children of Mrs. Lizzie Woodworth Standage died last week and was buried from the residence of Mr. Woodworth in this town on Friday last. It will thus be seen, that the dying mother's prayer, that her children be with her where she is, has been answered and mother and babies are
"Safe in the arms of Jesus."
THE INDEPENDENT tenders heartfelt sympathy to all the bereaved ones in their great affliction.
Margrave, J. M.
Thursday, April 5, 1883
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Death of Capt. J. M. Margrave
We publish below extracts from the Omaha Rebublican and the Lincoln Journal in reference to the death of J. M. Margrave, formerly foreman in this office and for several years connected with it in that capacity. Mr. Margrave was well known in this town and the sudden death of his wife is also well remembered. From this place he went to Beatrice and from there to southern Kansas where we believe some of his wife's relatives took the two little motherless orphans Buddie and Nannie, and cared for them for awhile. We next heard of him in St. Louis, then in Sedalia and at last at St. Joe, Mo, where he died as stated in the article below. We always had a warm place in our heart for Margrave. He was a good printer, a good writer, a man of strong friendships and not a few pecularties. He was generous to a faulttoo much so for his own good. Now that he has gone from earth and can no longer care for the little children who occupied such a large place in his heart, we rejoice in the movement among his fellow craftsmen to care for his children and hope it will be amply successful.
Capt. J. M. Margrave, the well known printer and editor, who was for several years connected with the press of Nebraska at Omaha, and Beatrice, died last week at St. Joe, Mo. He was a gentleman of great worth and ability, and his loss will be mourned by hosts of friends whose sympathy will be extended to his orphan children, whose mother died some years ago. We trust the Omaha Republican will start a pecuniary subscription in their behalf, to which many would be glad to contribute. Capt. Margrave's connection with that paper would simply justify it in initiating the matter. Lincoln Journal.
St. Joseph papers announce the death in that city, on Thursday last, of Captain J. M. Margrave, in his 55th year. Mr. Margrave for about three years was a resident of Omaha, during which time he was connected with The Republican newsroom in the capacity of compositor and foreman, and will be recollected by a number of citizens of this city for his many kindnesses of heart and social qualities. The captain was a veteran of the late war, having served faithfully and with distinction in the union army, although born and bred a southern and imbued with sympathy tending in that direction. Though a democrat of the strictest type, Mr. Margrave's love of country over-balanced partisan feeling, that when the call came for men to put down the rebellion he was one of the first to resound from the doubtful border state of Missouri, and stood firm amid the din and cra'h of battle till the last armed foe had yielded up allegiance to the federal government. As a writer Mr. Margrave won conspicuous distinction both north and south in the journalistic field, and the tiles of The Republican bear testimony to hi ability and perspicuity in the literary channel. At Wahoo whence he repaired when leaving Omaha, Mr. Margrave suddenly lost his wife leaving two small children to the care of the father, who gave them every attention and advantage which his limited means would permit. They are now hereft entirely of paternal care, but will doubtless be provided for by staunch friends, whom the deceased numbered by scores. Captain Margrave was a member of the St. Joseph typographical union, under whose auspices the funeral ceremonies were held on Friday last. A man of unquestionable integrity and uprightness, a generous co laborer, a genial whole ______ gentleman. Mr. Margrave will be missed and his death deplored by a vast army of printers and journalists scattered from one end to the other of the Missouri and Mississippi valleys.
Thursday, April 5, 1883
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Sharrar In Richland precinct on Sunday April 1st, 1883 of congestion of the lungs, Maud Sharrar, daughter of J. L. and Lovina Sharrar, aged two years and four months.
Thursday, April 5, 1883
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Sharrar In Richland precinct, on Tuesday, April 3d, 1883 Gracie Sharrar, daughter of J. L. and Lovina Sharrar aged four years.
THE INDEPENDENT tenders its most profound sympathy to these bereaved parents and to all the relatives and friends of the family in this hour of their great affliction and expresses the hope that under the burden of their grief they may remember that the darkest clouds are fringed with silver borders and that "over the river" they may know there is some one "waiting and watching" for them.
Dayton, Mary E.
Thursday, April 12, 1883
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TERRIFIC PRAIRIE FIRE
Mrs. Mary E. Dayton Burned to Death
There is no duty devolving upon a journalist, more repulsive than to record some of the painful accidents which occur in the experience of human life and which so often result in sorrow, disaster and death. While Mrs. Mary E. Dayton was personally a stranger to us, she was very near and dear to some of those who are our personal friends, and every word we write of her sad, tragic and helpless death in untold agony, brings into our mind thoughts of the piercing sorrow that has entered like a dagger into the hearts of these personal friends, and we feel like mingling our grief with theirs in the loss that has come so suddenly upon them.
On Sunday last, while the wind was blowing a gale from the south a prairie fire started a few miles north of Lincoln and according to the Journal of that city it was the same fire that extended north to the home of Mr. M. H. Dayton on the N. W ¼ of Sec. 32-13-6 E and did such horrible work there. It appears that Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Ford, parents of the deceasedshe being their only childwere visiting their daughter. Mr. Dayton had not owned the farm long and the family, of himself, wife and two children, were living in a sod house or dugout covered with a roof of straw or prarie hay. Around this house were what was supposed to be ample and sufficient fire-guards and close by it, as we understand was the stable and hay in stack, and hay scattered around the stack. Mr. Ford had unhitched his horses and tied them to his wagon. The family had just been to dinner. It was about 2 o'clock p.m. Conversation turned upon a new house which was nearly completed and which they expected to occupy this week, when a visit to it was proposed, and all started out from the dinner table to go to see the new house. On reaching the open air the leaping roaring, and crackling prairie fire was discovered to be nearly upon them and coming with the velocity of the wind which was blowing a gale. Mr. Ford and Mr. Dayton immediately tried to backfire, but they had no time.The terrific flames fed by the long prairie grass and fanned by the gale leaped hundreds of feet in advance and caught anew. Mr. Ford rushed to the house or dugout, and took his wife, the children and as we understand it Mrs. Dayton to some plowed ground for safety. As they left the house, Mrs. Dayton entered the stable so near by and loosened their horses. After leaving the women and children as he supposed in a place of safety Mr. Ford ran back to his wagon and cut the ropes which held his own horses and ran with them around to one side of the track of flames. Mr. Dayton meanwhile was trying to save the dugout; his wife had helped him bringing water from the house but his efforts were futile. After Mr. Ford left the women and children, Mrs. Dayton thought of a satchel in the dugout that she wanted to save and ran back to get it. Her husband still near the dugout fighting the flames saw her go into the house and the flames leaping over him caught the straw or hay roof and in a moment it was a mass of fire. He ran to the door; opened it; the hot flames as from an oven scorched his face to blisters and singed his whiskers and hair; he called to his wife but heard no response. It seemed as though the whole room inside burst into flames the moment he opened the door. He ran back to Mrs. Ford and begged for a shawl to tie over his head, that he might again battle the fire demon for the possession of his wife, but he was restrained. It was too late. Mr. Ford had returned to them after saving his horses and then learned that their daughter, their only child, had gone back into the house. They looked upon the burning roof of strawfather, mother, husband and children and knew that within, the only daughter, wife and mother was being devoured by the greedy flames, and realized that they were powerless to lend a helping or a saving hand. Who can tell of the agony of that moment?
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The burning firey fiend had poured out his fury---had spent his wrath. Amidst the smouldering ruins, near where stood the bed and by the iron frame of the satchel she went to save, they found the blackened and charred remains of a human being with every mark of identity gone. With loving hands and sorrowing hearts these were gathered up and tenderly carried to the home of the aged parents as the lingering sun of the departing day went down behind the clouds.
On Monday last at two o'clock p.m., the services of the burial were held at the house of her parents in Richland precinct, about ten miles southeast of this village. A vast concourse of sympathizing friends and neighbors gathered there to testify of their sorrowto express their sympathy and to mingle their grief. The remains were taken to the rural cemetery of that precinct and committed to the embrace of Mother Earthashes to ashes, and dust to dust.
God bless and comfort all the bereaved ones in the sorrow which overshadows them.
Mrs. Mary E. Dayton was the only surviving child of Joseph and Sarah A. Ford, and was born May 30th, 1846, in Burlington, Vt. She was married to M. H. Dayton at Newberg, N. Y., where the family then resided, on July 11, 1868, and leaves two children, the oldest a daughter about fourteen years old, and the youngest a son about five years old. She came with her husband and with her father's family to this county in April, 1870, where she has since resided. She was converted in the east and united with the M. E. church. Since her conversion and amidst all the hardships, struggles and privations of a pioneer life, she has maintained an upright christian walk and established a grand christian character. Only the day before she died she attended the funeral of a child of one of her neighbors and in the absence of anyone to officiate at the services, offered prayer and sang a songin fact conducted a christian burial. How great the loss of such a woman may be in any community, who can tell? Only those who knew her most intimately, realize her true worth, the beauty and perfection of her character and the greatness of her loss.
Thursday, April 26, 1883
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We learn by Mr. Mead, county commissioner, that they have had four very sudden deaths in his neighborhood from diphtheria. Mr. Fred Baltz and Mr. Ernest Gaeth, both live in Pohocco precinct, not far from Mr. Mead's farm, and each of these families lost two children, a boy and a girl, last week. These children died very suddenly and we believe those belonging to each family were buried in one grave. This bereavement comes very suddenly upon these families and the loss is a very hard one to bear. We assure the bereaved ones that they will receive the sympathy of the entire community to which they reside.
Alexander, W. B.
Thursday, May 10, 1883
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ALEXANDER In Oakland, Indiana, at the residence of Dr. Brown, on Saturday May 5th, 1883 at 3 o'clock a.m., W. B. Alexander, of Wahoo, Nebraska, aged twenty-three years and four months.
The entire community has been made sad by the intelligence that came over the wires last Saturday that W. B. Alexander better known as "Bake" was dead.
Late in March last, we met him one evening in Mr. Beermaker's store, when he told us that he was going back to Indiana to visit his old home and concluded his remarks with"Well Major, you must give me a good send off"And so we facetiously alluded to his departure that week and thought no more about it. But when the news of his sickness was announced, somehow it seemed to us as though it would be his lasta premonition it may have been that he would never return to us alive. And so it proved.
W. B. Alexander was the eldest son of Thomas and Sarah D. Alexander. He was born in Salem, Washington county Indiana, on January 5th 1860. Six months after his birth, his parents removed to ___ncisco, Gibson county, Ind. where Baker lived until he came to this county with his grandfather. Wm. Davis, in April 1873, where he has since resided. His later boyhood and early manhoodhis development is well known in this county. He worked in this office for several years, he taught school in this county several terms, labored here to obtain means to go to the university some years. Choosing the profession of law, he entered the office of Perky & Sornborger in this town and has been in the office of Mr. Sornborger since, up to the time of his departure. His life is known here, his character has been developed here; his relatives live here and here was his home.--Upon this home the shadow of this great bereavement falls and we are rejoiced to know that whatever he may have said as to his religious condition and belief to those who sco_ _ at the truths of the Bible and the sayings of Paul the apostle, yet he revealed inner thoughts to his most intimate friends that enables them to mourn, not as those who have no hope. Evil associates may have dimmed for a time and obscured the grand truths of a christian life imparted in early childhood, but they could not wholly eradicate them.
Shortly after his arrival he took cold and was down some days with lung fever. Recovering partially from this he continued visiting the places and companions of his early childhood. At the residence of Dr. Brown, his cousin, he was taken worse on April 30th. On Tuesday, May 1st, they telegraphed to his mother. Inflamatory rhumatism developed in his feet and ankles and in its extension over the body, reached the heart on Saturday morning, May 5th, 1883; it ceased to beat and our young friend was no more. When his symptoms first became alarming, Mrs. Alexander, who had arrived, told Dr. Brown and the consulting physicians that she desired to be informed at once if there was no hope in his case as she wanted to talk with him. They told her as the disease progressed that they had but little if any hope and that she had better say what she wished. And so she asked him how he felt about dyingtold him that the doctors thought he might not live. "Do you feel ready and willing to die"? said the mother, and "do you understand what I am saying to you"? He opened wide his eyes and said "Yes mother, I understand all you are saying and I feel ready and willing to die if it is the Lord's will and I want to have you and the doctoralluding to his cousin Dr. Brownpray for me. I have been praying for myself and I want you to pray for me too." And so amidst the mother's sobs, as she could, they talked on and among other things she recalls his expressions"I have faith in the Lord. The Lord will have mercy," and he ____ upon his dying bed, bright smiles would play across his features and a spirit of loving trust and cheerfulness took possession if his being.
To others also he gave evidence in words, of his trust in the Lord and while he hoped for life was ready in the faith he felt, to depart if it was the Lord's will. His sister and brothers here, telegraphed their "good bye" message and it was communicated to him as his end was almost come. He spoke tenderly of them and was especially anxious that they should live upright livesfrequently spoke of his sister's conversion as though it was a pleasure to him and sent his return "good bye" message to them. The feeble, fluttering pulse growing fainter and fainter admonished both him and those around him, that the end was nigh, and turning on his side he said "I feel very weak; good bye, mother, good bye," and ceased to breathe.
And this closed the brief earthly career of W. B. Alexander. A young man of bright promise, in whom were centered many exalted hopes, is thus called away. May his memory be kept green in the hearts of all who loved him, while his soul basks in the smiles of a loving Redeemer.
To those young associates of his, what a warning this Providence brings. When brought face to face with death, he found that the theories of scoffers, the pet phrases of infidels, and the sneers of the proud count not avail. They were as a rope of sand and so he left them all and turned to the Rock of Ages for a sure foundation upon which to anchor his soul, and abundant evidence is given that upon that Rock his soul found rest.
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Death of Baker Alexander
Lincoln Journal, May 6th
The telegraph yesterday brought to the friends of W. B. Alexander in this place the sad news of his death, which occurred yesterday morning, at Oakland, Indiana, where he was visiting the home of his boyhood.
Mr. Alexander was formerly a student in the university, and has numerous friends among the students and others in Lincoln. Social and genial in his nature, his intercourse with others was always marked by an affability and generous deference which stamped him one of nature's noblemen, and all who ever knew him will learn with a genuine and heartfelt regret of his early death.
Between him and the member of The Journal staff whose sad pleasure it is to pay loving but inadequate tribute to his memory, there existed an ardent friendship that makes his loss like that of a brother mourned. We had no warmer, truer, more generous friend. The loyal, manly heart was the temple of truth and charity and kindness and generous love, and from its portals deceit and suspicion and malice and envy shrank back abashed. He left upon the moral record of his life no petty act, not because such an act would have compromised his selfrespect, but because his soul was too great to harbor a petty thought.
A dutiful, loving son, an affectionate brother and an ideal friend has been taken away at the very beginning of a life which would have made all who came in contact with it happier and better. We cannot understand, but the example of his own nature, too philosophical and brave to enter impotent protest against the inevitable, and too reverent to question the wisdom of the Author of life and death, forbids us to entertain vain repinings or rebellious doubts.
The fond mother who was wont to lean upon her son's support with a pardonable pride, and the sister and brothers who looked to him for aid and counsel, feel a grief which others cannot know. They have in their affliction a sympathy as wide spread as their acquaintance, and eeper than can be made to appear by the poor agency of insufficient words.
Thursday, May 17, 1883
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Card of Thanks
To the editor of THE INDEPENDENT
I desire to publicly thank the many friends of Baker and the other members of the family, for their kindness and sympathy in the great loss we have met in Baker's death. This kindness will be a treasure of my heart forever. I wish to add, that the scriptural expression, "A wise son maketh glad the heart of his father," means a mother too, for he is my little boy yet.
MRS. S. E. ALEXANDER.
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To the Memory of W. B. Alexander
For The Independent,If virture's shield could ere avertThere were many things in connection with our young friend W. B. Alexander, that we could not allude to last week for want of time and space and which are now perhaps out of place. We cannot forbear speaking however of the beautiful floral tribute paid to the memory of our friend by those who had known him long and well. Mr. and Mrs. Sooy, of Lincoln, presented an elegant floral cross, but not being an adept in the business we are not able to name the flowers of which it was made except the one beautiful calla lily. His old schoolmate and friend of many years. Sam Cox, of the Lincoln Journal, presented a loving tribute in the shape of a floral representation of the "gates ajar". It was a beautiful offering and spoke in silent eloquence of the deep friendship which existed between them and which is now severed. There was also an elegant boquet of the best flowers that could be found in Wahoo, prepared with exquisit's taste by Mrs. Sanford. These beautiful flowers so touching I their mute appeals, prepared by loving hands moved by sympathetic hearts, were taken from the church after the funeral to the gallery of N. J. Anderson by Mrs. C. S. Johnson and Mrs. J. B. Davis and photographed and thus pictures of these loving tributes will be preserved long after they have faded into dust, to aid in recalling the tributes to the precious memory of our departed friend.
Or turn aside death's pointed dart;
The friend whose dust we've laid away
Before the noon of life's bright day,
Would not be sleeping that long sleep
Where silence, endless, long and deep
Is broken only on that day
When heaven and earth shall pass away.
If mother's tears in anguish shed,
Or sister's sobs could wake the dead,
Or brother's love had power to call
His form from out the narrow hall;
Me thinks the bonds that hold his clay
In cold embrace would pass away,
And he bloom forth a brighter flower
Than decked his grave at funeral hour.
But honor, virtue, love and hope
In one bright volume folded up,
We lay beneath his manly head.
And wipe away the tears we've shed.
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