Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1875-03-25
For the Herald
The Fathers Grave and athe
Baby Boy.

''Will you not go to his grave while
you are at Mendora, Doctor ?" said a
slender, honest widow after I had
made an announcement from the pull
pit for district conference meeting.
Dropping one of the many gathering
tears, she said, ''that was our home ;
he died and was buried there he and
our little Georgia lie side by side in
that village grayeyard-and you knew
him so we'll in Ohio p
The second day of the session, in
the evening twilight. hour, inacompany
with the pastor of the village church,
in Sonis Valley, Wisconsin, we stood
beside the grave of the late Rev. H.
T. Magill, OF Ohio Conference, and
who, sixteen years ago, was the deep
~ afflicted and suffering pastor OF the
NJ E. Church of your place. He was
my successor there, He Rns aone of
my special friends I.oftslf visited
them in their deep afilictfon in your
town. I attended the funeral of the
first Mrs. Magin in the spring of 1859,
from the little brown residence east
of Dr. Worley's. Isaw the then af-
| fieted and bereaved husband sit at the
window OF his room, disabled SO he
could not go out, and with solemn
gaze view the slow going pro cessiou
that accompanied the remains of thC
noble and loving wife to the tomb
She had lived, loved, suffered and died
He was left to live, do and suffer: bu
he was to go out on the earth wlthou
her, hungering for that sympsth.
which every human soul demands ant
yet getting it not.
| He might have future-pdmiratio
and blame homage and criticism
might alternate, and even mingle witt
each other in his future, but they wer
less than nothing to him then. sa,
the baby boy motherless, and nearl
fatherless, borne away by its grand
father and mother, to be nurished an
reared in q separate home.
/ heard him, a few weeks later, 6
my house, and in my buggy by m
side, where had persuaded him t
tell the sad story of the sudde
death of his other little prattling bo,
who walked by his side and in his in
nocent love and joy cheered the lone
ly hours of bereayed father. TIL
lonely two used to walk hand-in han
E from the village of cambridge, dow
$ to Paint creek, to see the fsherme
and watch the little waving ripples
they ran up and kissed the boat an
murmured their low tones with I'll
charming splendor of the faahir
sounds of an early summer day; b
he, too, was taken-only the wreck,
father and the baby boy left. Ho
our hearts. yearned for him, as tre1
bling and menaced by lung disease,
!. said earth does not hold an obje
EeaIy my own.
One year later, with disease st
struggling for the mastery, he foul
his way to this city, in guest of heaIt
\ Fourteen years have passed, and
found myself standing by the gra
ue of my friend and the old Wrshingt
IN IN pastor. I read on square marl
q slab, based in solid rock, the fam
q Sn lar name of the Rev. H. T. Magill,
the Ohio Annual Conference. Aw
! from home and friends, in adista
State, where few friends of early yea
> come aud only strangers eyes loc
and strange feet press the SOIL Y
this is beautiful spot.
nmg m AS we looked northward, the !,
N. line of hills were outlined againstIt
na ast blue sky, while the tuched cwmul
al: al: clouds piled their fieecy glory upwal
@e al5 and pointed their SUBMITS with pinr
'rn cles of red, The far off landscal
sRRs he eastward spread it's 2a charms a
Gle cleaned through the shining mira
}. while the western and southern hi
7vi Gin basona circle) arose and wor'
l4 veil Of richest nebuIe, shot "
shaded paline tints, and its occasion
rs blue path and waving hue, sesrned
be speak the praise and guard the pl
|. Of the sacred dead The mfngll