Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1860-08-23

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pied severity Ms. j. AMELIA POWELL, cousort Of
Stephen Powell OF North Towanda, in the Goth year OF
her age.
In this Borough, Saturday evening 18th inst of Con-
sumption, Mrs EMMELlNE \. wife OF Isaac L. Lam
oreuX and eldest daughter of j. ID. Goodenough, Esq
aged 81 years and i days.
Consumption, in ITS ghastly FORM came upon her near
ly four years since affecting her with the most eXcruci
ang agony greater portion Of the time but she Ut
tered neither murmur complaint. Submitting cheer
fully to this dspensation OF Divine Providence 10 the
last moment Of her life her countenance preserved
renity equal TO the purity Of her mind and the affection
ate tenderness of her heart. The world is unacQuant
ed with the excellence Of her character for she was
Iy known those whom she has left behind bewail
her fate Wife mother, sister, daughter-a fond fare
well!
In Albany twp. April y. 1850 Miss FIDELLA ELMORE
OWEN daughter OF the late Daniel and Sally Ann
Owen, of Monr0eton.
Miss OwEN had gone a few days before to visit some
friends in Albany where she suddenly called to go
to other friends in happier sphere Her health has long
been falling. Consumption that enemy of human life
which has of late had SO many victims had marked her
for his prey.
Possessed Of amabe disposition, and a considerate
habit of mind knew her but love These native
virtues were adorned and sancfed by the gaces Of
humble faith in Christ She made public profession Of
that faith, some ten years since in uniting with the
Prcsby tcran Church Of Monroeton which profession she
lived to adorn.
Her afflicted friends have this consolation in sorrow,
that what is their loss is her unspeakabe gain.
Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord!'
To the memory Of F5deiia Eimore Olccn. By Miss H.
Emory
She left her kind friends, to visit us here,
We thought not the death angel hovered 80 DEAR
So strange are the ways Of our Father on high
She came but to teach US how a christian can die.
To US she was sent, as a light from above,
Winning our hearts, by her patience and love;
She taught rs the power of Jesus to save,
His power redeem, from sin, DEATH and the grave
Though her spirit nuttered to be away,
Imprisoned STILL in its house of clay
She asked for patience, his time to wait
Till he should open the go lden gate.
She seemed in our midst like angel of light,
She smilngly spoke OF her home so bright
And though other hearts with grief were riven,
Her pure soul lOnged for its flight to heaven.
Kind friends were watching the sufferer dear,
Eager each parting word to hear;
Oh weep not, she murmured, weep not for me,
Dear friends am longing my Savior to see.
! fear not the grave, its terrors are DER,
Ny Savior has passed through its portals before;
Kind friends | have tarried with you but a night,
But we meet, never to part, in yon heaven bright
We think Of Fidolla but we shed not a tear,
We witnessed her suffering, her pain so severe,
So calmly she bore them though she longed be gone
To see her Redeemer, and the heavenly throng.
Oh weep not for her, she has passed to her rest
Even now she is tuning her harp with the blest,
NTrs.l.L 1usal -.
Mother sisters, and brother, she waits you to come
For a season your parted, she's passed on before,
On earth FideIa will greet you no more;
Yet guardian angel she still hoyers near,
Your love hearts to gladden. your pathway to cheer.
Be shure that your loss is her infinite gain,
Shes freed from al suffering all anguish and pain
/ brother was waiting to welcome her home,
Redeemed and united, they sing round the throne
To the memory Of Dora,ce h. O,ren, and Fidelia z
! Olcen. VOidS Of consolation 10 heiT mother:
Afflicted child endure thy cross
| Thy faith though sorely tried,
| For God hath sent this two-fod loss,
! Thy life in Christ to hide,
| Dear Mother though thy children lie
! Together in the grave,
Their souls with Jesus dwell on high,
These God delights to save.
! On earth these pilgrims joined hand,
| In Jesus ever one,
And gave their hearts, at Gods command
To glorify his
Lament not Mother, child of grace,
Thy father speaks to thee
! In glory shalt thou face TO face.
behQlA ,a;;a; lambs and ,e.
| P. WORTH.