Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1855-05-03
An Angel gone.

The following mournful paragraphs are
by WIN. Y. CJggeshaI, editor of the Genius
of the West. They explain and will enforce
themselves.
DIED.-On the morning of February H.,
1855, TURNER, Youngest son of Mary NJ. and
William II. Coggeshal.
His little voice was first heard in our
house on sweet April morning and he GLAD.
dened our hearts, sweetenng the fatigue Of
toll and soothing the stings Of misfortune
during twenty two months, when utter vio-
lent suffering; ON peaceful Sunday morn
ing, as calmly as ever fell an April shower,
his narrow life on earth expired, and ais
Spirit answered the summons of Him who
said "Suffer little children and forbid them
not 10 come unto me-
He had u frank, noble, buoyant n1tui ca
spiritual countenance; lovely brown eye
and winning voice; at least his voice was
winning to us, when every time we went
from home he sale "tss pa" and it was win
ming again, when on our return he recogni.
zed our footsteps and with outstretched arms
cried "papa tum'-o when we held him Oh
our knee, and no esssyed to sing little snatch
es Of nursery rhymes his mother had taught
him. The last words we heard him speak
"Mamma sing" For many months we shall
feel acutey the absence of his geeful wei
come when from business walks we 80 home,
but every memory ofhis brief brightness in
our home circle is sweet, and we have not in
our heart any such regret as calls deep sghs
from depressing sadEess, for we know that
though changed in form, he is not in spirit
changed to us. Heaven without chi ldren
would not be perfect, and though their ways
of pleasantness are shortened here, when |
our summons for brighter world comes,
shall we not, in the meeting Of the innocence
which was most closely woven with our /
affections on earth, be satisfied that temper
al alction was in the Allgiver's providence
our eternal gau!
We felt all the force of sorrow embodied /
in four lines our friend Kinney wrote:
"A gap is in our iireside ring,
The Wilderness ota little tomb;
prate such robins sing,
Has faded out ot every roJm"
but we cherish the memory Of our boy not
as he appeared when kind friends, in mourn
iul duty, had prepared his precious body for
tfat little tomb-but as when with sparkling
tyop uc oliu ties uHu Wilt ne
like Cherub as we threw him at arms length
overhead, or when al the evening meal he
listened with q smile while his elder brother
and his little sister told whit "fun" they had
with him during the dny. They mourn for
him not one dead, but as one suddenly
taken away, with whom if their lives run in
virtues path they shall again be glad ,
Death is "a chastener. The Children that ,
are leti us are dearer- their mother. by Ties ,
whose tenderness we had not before apprecia-
led, drawn nearer--and friends whose good
hearts we had not read, have demand upon s
affections which no smile of fortune could ,
have developed Affection has deeper sym. !
Dathes than joy-.-the former underies while
he latter out speaks. We may weep and ,
lePlore but dare not repine. 1t were better e
o have had our boy twenty-five months than S
lot to have possessed him at all, and while
egretIul we may be even thankful.
Parents who have treasures in Heaven
will understand our regretiuness and our r
hanklulness-- for a transient t
'lessing, though bitter its passing awsy--.re. "
,retiulness tina; hopes were blighted SO soon b
which had frightened visit. ofyears through d
which bright boys love and duty were to a
rove a consolation and reward -sulace and q
support. C
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