Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1879-01-04
OBITUARIES.
lsessEe TEarrev Plummer.

Bessie Harvey R9WmmheF.
another little mound meath the sl.o IS OF
i Greenwood, another little vacant ch ir, and
a broisen-heayted Rachel, weeping because
her child is not. But oh, gorfons thought
and one which robs death of its sting, an
other sweet soul safe forerer, another new
born spirit to sing hossannas round the
/ throne Of Him who redeemed her. Little
Ressie, on OF the brightest little spirits tn t
ever z aidened the heats Of foai father
and doting mother, wentto Heaven with the
angels Christmas night, 1873 aged three
years, fifteen days. WHAT a glorious awak-
ening, what a revelation of Joy To- little
B .ssie. The brightest, happiest, C-IristTa IS
of the four which her little life embraced.
Mortals say snow ID - but there was an
anthem of JOY pealing through Heavens
DONE, as Christ folded lovingly in his arms
the little child who Welt to Him on His
birthday. Let not Christmas bring to your
heart the sound of dirge fond mother.
Remembering your darling IS safe, thank
God for the great honor conferred in making
you the mother of an angel. You can claim
as your 0lc1l one of the redeemed who, giorify
the Lamb. What thought could be sweeteri
It should come as balm to your wounded
heart, when you reaiiz that the child yon
have borne and tenderly reared should b.
selected by the Master as one of His jewels.
Don't think of little B ssie under the sod,
bat as one of the brightest of bright seraphs
whose glad songs awaken Heavens echoS.
one would have 10 know the child in order
to realize the intense individuality which
characterized her.
With the sweet innocence of childhood
she united the reasoning OF an older and
wiser head, and gave promise of Brilliant
future, but as our good minister says "the
web OF existence comm anced re has been
ttken up by angel fing Is" and in Heavens
loom Will be woven into a more brilliantly
beautiful pattern than could ne wrought by
mortal fingers.
'Tjs hard to r aize that we are to see no
more the curly head peep in at the door, nor
the sound of the sweet voice naively saying
81 love you"
The force of her character was beautifully
iilu strated during her illness. At first, she
rebelled, not deeming 'b I'd medicine neces-
sary for b .ssie, bat in short time her b tby
mind sc I'm ii to realize the necessity for it,
and with astonishing frmness would say
''don't hold me-" (as they attemnted to force
her TO take it, and with wonderful resolution
would swallow the most nauseatfng
draughts, without murmur, and submit to
painful operations untiinchingly.
Twas touchingly beautiful to witness her
patience and fortitu lie. To the last she pre-
served her consciousness. A short time be-
fore she fell asleep" twining h 'r little arms
found her mothers neck she drew her down
and held her CLOSE, softly murmuring-"my
sweet mama" Soon after the pure sweet
spirit fiuttered Heavenward, Gods own
angels leaving instead the sweet smile
which illumined her features and rested like
O holy benediction upon them.
AS she lay in her "littie bed, :" surrounded
by her Christmas toys, and favosite play
things, it seemed, as If "tired of play" she
had only fallen asleep to dream OF the
angels, and while she slept her "dreamless
sleep" the angels of the air mGntltd the
earth in white; as fit covering for the pure
jewel it was to enshrine.
" without, softly, silently falls the snow
Within, the tears INCREASINGLY flow:
Without me earth Is rODed in spOttlesS
Within little Bessie lies sleeping tonight.
Sleeping peacefully, forever ut rest
The dimpled hands folded on her breast /
All we must bow to the Fathers decree,
a safer little children to come unto me-"
Mother, GfleNe not, Tor only gone before.
She'll meet You at the heavenly door,
With golden crown, and pearly harp i'll hand
Choice of the choice in Gods holy band.
Lille, whom little Bessie loved so much,
Kiss the dear lips, and with gentle touch,
Smooth the fair hair from the waXen brow.
Bessie abides with the angels now.
Dear sisters, look forward to meet her there,
In the realms of light, so bright, SO fair,
And strive so, that when called to rest,
You may meet little Bessie among the best