The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1877-11-28
OBITUARY.

We clip the following from the Lincoln
| Qn) Times, edited by brother of the
deceased. The deceased was native
of Hartford, leaving here when quite a
child:
Died, at the residence Of her parents,
in this city, November l9th. 1877, of ty-
phoid fever, Margaret. daughter of Lar-
kin and Catharine A. Nall, aged l6years
5 months and IL days.
Maggie is gone How sad the thought.
how painful the reality. Another home
is desolate, sad and gloomy. Whom
the Lord loveth he chasteneth. How
could he chastize us more severely than
by taking from. us the pride, the JOY.
the sunshine of our family : q dutiful,
loving daughter; kind and afFectonste
sister She was the only daughter and
sister at home, and no words can describe
the void created by her absence. She
will be missed 10y an indulgent father,
whose gray hairs no word or act of hers
has ever increased. She will be missed
by doting mother, who never, knew a
want or desire that Maggie did not exert
herself to crafty. She viii be missed
by sisters and brothers, whose hearts
have so often been touched by her many,
many acts and expressions OF kindness
and love, and there are Others who will
miss her bright face, her lively, pleas
ant company, and her many acts of en-
dcarment, but among these no ore will
feel her loss more than our little Geor-
gle, as her plaintive cries for "auntie" 80
often attest They were so devoted They
were SO devoted to each other that il sep
arated only for a day com saints were
heard from both, and when together
each seemed to have reached the zenith
of her happiness. How Maggie was re-
garded by others than those OF our own
family it does not become us at this time
TO speak. One of the officiating minis
tiers said "those who knew her best loved
her most" Maggie was sick about four
weeks. During the last few days of her
illness she suffered the most excruciating
pains and large drops of perspiration
would roll down her forehead, yet she
never uttered word of complaint, not
even a murmur escaped her lips. She
bore her suffering as patiently and meek
ly as only pure Christian girl can. She
was conscious almost to the last moment
A few hours before she died she looked
around at those in the room, aud turning
her eyes upward she slowly spelled the
word "sorrow conscious of
the feelings of those around her, as well
as her own condition; hut it did moi sad
den her heart or alarm her in the least.
Saturday night was a long, sleepess,
painful night to her. The bright Sab
bath that dawned upon the world brought
no change for the better. Her strength
failed rapidly during the day and even
ing and at half past twelve o'clock Mon
day morning. Maggie, our daughter, our
siste r, our ''auntie" passed away as gent
" as irshe had fallen into sweet slumber.
Oh, it is like depriving us of our own life
to part with one that we loved so well;
and in our almost despairiHg momeats We
ask God why another could not have
gone in her stead. But we all must die.
God moves in a mysterious way and we
poor, fraiI, short-sIghted mOrtals are often
incapable of understanding him. We
know that it is his will and we must
submit, trusting that whea the dread
summons comes for us, we may be as
well prepared and pass from earth as
quietly and as calmly as she. Nay God
so direct us and bless us that we may love
him more and in the morning of the res
direction we-may all, with Maggie, sing
the ppns ofhis praise in the presence Of
a ransomed world.