The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1859-03-22
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of his beloved wife; intended for counse
/ and consolation for himself and others
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POETIC OBITUARY.
A wIDowER now, I'm left alone,
49, But half myself l see,
This worlds void, for she is gone,
Who was the world to me.
Ny feelings, in memoir, I'll state
In rhyme, with poets pen
My altogether lovely mate,
Thus, yet may profit men.
The twenty-sixth of October,
Seventeen ninety-six,
Recalls to me, sadly, sober,
Her birth, whose place fix.
In Woodford county, near Versailles,
In the land of Cane and Turkey,
If etymology avails,
Which yet is somewhat murky
She, springing from Huguenot
Exiled from French domain,
Inherited the love / got,
For Christ to wear his chain
As Jonathan and David's love,
Already, did US bind
thought to wear bride-grooms glove
Would better suit my mind.
deemed her the most beautiful
Of women that knew,
And proved her to be dutiful,
In every point of view.
So | resolved, to serve good ends,
To ask her for my bride,
For long we had been mutual friends,
Our sympathies were tried.
While, from region of my toll
For Christ, on the Wabash,
| did approximate her soil,
Sad news did on me fash
Her mare had stumbled oe'r stone,
As home from church she rode,
BY which she broke her left thigh-bone,
Not far from her abode.
She suffered long, before knew
OF this most sad event,
Or, sooner had journeycd through,
Or, consolation sent
| reached Versailles, dear Lucy found,
And said to soothe nv bride
That with the cord OF Hymen bound,
We might our pains divide.
Then she exchanged her maiden name,
Lucinda L. Dupuy.
For Mrs. Begg, L. L. the same,
In Feb. of Forty-three
That very year, renowned so
For Miller's theory, too,
That all that was the sun below,
Should disappear from view
| thought not so, but sought my mate,
As in Gods word this stood,
To be alone, in this estate,
For man it is not good.
She loved me, as from Scotia's land,
ventured far away,
And offered her my helping hand,
II sue "OuIu oy ME stay
She loved me as evangelist,
heralded the truth,
That clears from mental eye the mist,
That miseads age and youth.
With me she toiled and travelled too,
Though little she could bear
She, God supremeIy had in view,
While ! was, next, her care.
For more than ten years of my life,
had domestic bliss,
Nor eer had man a better wife,
Than enjoyed in this.
But ah alas how transient bliss
/ Or, aught that is of Earth !
! The best of gifts soon did miss
And found but grief for mirth.
/ The feeble frame, in which fame
Oflove TO me did burn,
I Diseased before, more so became
Nor did 10 health return.
/ In Fifty-two she fever had,
Nor did recover soon,
Her nerves continuing so bad
/ As to incline to swoon.
This DIR. Seaton laid to rest,
Helped by J. Womack, kind
At last, its power her to modest
Did Doctor Nuckols blind.
Her system thus received blow
That gave wound so sore,
Her spirit never thence did flow
As had seen before.
The extra heat we had last spring,
Enfeebed her still more,
And helped results about to bring,
bitterly deplore.
We chills and fever, took al length,
Were both at once unwell.
Though |, by reason OF more strength,
Did conquer my sick spell.
For, TO New Albany we strayed
To Stewart 5, al a bounce,
His Homeopathic practice weighed
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