Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1879-01-30
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We spoke in our las, issue at The death !
Of little Phil. Fairbanks, and our eyes
were wet with tears and our hearts were
full ofsympathy for the parents thus be-
reft, ssand we thought Of our own restless,
irolicking budget of mischief and fun
that IS
seeking some mischief from morning till
night,
Yet always intends In the main to do right,
That is first great nuisance, and then great
Joy;
troublesome boy"
We thought "of the calm in the house,
with no tempests of laughter, no wild
bursts of glee," and the world grew dark
about US, and we said how can they bear
their loneliness. They but little realized
that the unseen messenger was still
lowering near, even then waiting at the
door to bear away from them another, in
Lulu, their only daughter, who for twelve
years had frightened their home, and
had grown to be part of their very lives;
that in just one short week they would
carry out another casket and open another
grave in lakewood cemetery. So when
they said on Saturday night, Lulu Is sick,
and on Monday, the father, with white
lips, said to us, she is dying, we longed TO
reach out our hands, and speak some
word Of comfort, but we knew not how.
Words tall powerless before such grief,
but We know these sorrowing ones are
not forgotten by the great heart of Infinite
Love.
us this little Lulu 50 cold and 50 stiu7
Beat beat , breaking heart against Gods mys-
Reme %S2 Oh, &C, Christ, Thou didst dread
And while drink mine, let Thine arm bear
me up.
'Ohl dear little head, Oh dear little hair;
So curling, so golden, so soft and 80 fair;
VIII never more smooth it, Oh help me my
TO bear this worst stroke Of the Christening
''Oh, Father have mercy and give me Thy
| grace,
TO see through this frownins the smile on
| Thy face:
To feel that this sorrow is sent for the best,
And learn from my darlings lesson of rest. F."
! There is not parents heart in the
city that has not been deeply touched by
the sudden death by diphtheria, Of DR..
Gibson's little boys-Louie and Frankie
Louie, about seven years Of age, dying
Friday morning, and frankie, six years,
on Tuesday morning.
The Dr.'s boys we're bright, happy
little fellows, winsome and loving, and
his Joy and pride. Words cannot meas.
ure the grief Of this household. We
know that all the day long the bruised
hearts will ache, we know the first wax.
ing thought of the morning will be of the
little graves in lakewood, and at night
there will be no little prayers, no good.
night stories Heightened out by numerous
! goodnight kisses, but tears aud loneliness
in stead. We think Of the little garments
the closet so full Of toys, the school books
all put away as useless now, save as they
remind us of the dear happy days. And
then we remember the "new song," the
"harp of gold," and the "white robes
that were waiting, and we say it is we'll,
aud our heart replies, "Dear Lord, Thor
knowest best"
"a little home, grown lonely, dark and chill
Two sad hearts cropping blindly for the light
Two little snow-clad graves out on the hill.
And that is all.
"a little gathering of life's broken thread;
A little patience keeping back the tears,
A heart that says my darlings are not dead,
God keeps them safe through his eterna
| years.
And that is ALL
The dwellings Of DR.. Gibson and MI
Fairbanks are side by side, each family
having three children; diphtheria ha
taken two from each family, and as vel
there have been no other cases. VIII.
these families should have been So sorel!
stricken, only God knows. He had neet
of their darlings, and though the paren
heart cries out in its anguish and vii
not be comtorted, yet for the children W
know it is gain.