McCook weekly tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 188?-1886, 1883-11-29
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IN MEM0RiAm.

Willow, Neb., on Thursday, Nov.
~, 1883, Flora f. Buck, aged TWEEN
ty-nihe years, four months aud
sixteen days.
From child she had been afflicted
with nervous disease which greatly
impaired her usefulness, and which was
cross to her, which, however, she bore
with heroic bravery and Christian res
ignation. At the early age of ten years,
she united with the Congregational
Church Of Nebraska City on profession
of faith, and has honored that profess
sion by a most earnest, consistent
Christian life.
In 1872 she entered the State Nor
NAL School at Peru, to prepare herself
for a teacher. After remaining there
one year, it became evident that her
nervous system could not endure the
strain of severe study. and she was
obliged to leave the institution. She
subsequently fulfilled several engage
ments in teaching, in which she was
eminently successful, but her health
compelled her to abandon the profession.
For year and half she has kept
the rainfall record, and made the other
observations for the county, for the
Weather Service Bureau at Lincoln; she
has also made monthly reports to the
Signal Service Bureau, Gen. Hazen's
department, Washington City, in return
for which, that department has sent
her many valuable scientific and other
publications.
From necessity, being much confined
at home, she was far from being idle.
Possessing an active, thoughtful mind,
she spent much time in reading and
writing. Many of her writings, both
prose and poetic, have found their way
into the "Advance" and various educa-
tional journals. Her diary, which she
has kept from the age of eleven years,
is rare fund of information. All i'm
portant happenings, both local and gen.
eral, were carefully noted, and as care
fully preserved. Her albums, scrap
books, and manuscript compilations
from standard authors are very volumin-
Gus. Among them are about one hun.
dred and twenty descriptive poems of
old familiar things. In an album of
sacred poems are large number which
she often spoke of, as so exactly fitting
her case, that they seemed to have been
especially written for her. Below are
given two of these selections which
were most frequently quoted
CLEAN HARD"
Child of my love, lean hard,
And let me feel the pressure
Of thy love. know thy burden, child,
shaped it, made no proportion
In its weight to thine unaided strength,
For even as laid 1t on,
I said, II shall be near,
And while she leans ON me
This burden shall be mine, not hers.
So shall keep my child within
The circling arms of mine own love-"
Here lay it down,
Nor fear to impose it on shoulder which
uphOlds
The government of worlds.
Yet closer come; thou art not near enough,
would embrace thy care, SO might
Feel my child reposing on my breast.
Thou lowest me? know it
Fear not then,
But loving me, 'LEAN HARD"
The way is dark my child. but leads to light;
IT,
My dealings now. thou canst not understand
meant it so, but will take thy hand.
And through the gloom,
Lead safely home my child.
The way is long, my child, but it shall be
Not one step longer than is best for thee;
And thou shalt know at last, when thou shall
stand
Safe ut the gate, how did take thy hand,
And quick and straight
Lead to Heavens gate, my child.
At home, she was the dutiful daugh-
ter, the tender, affectionate sister, the
entertaining companion, loving and be-
ing loved cheerfully trying to over
come the loss of life's pleasures which
her i'll health denied her. In the neigh
borhood she was the children's friend :; |
her hands were always ready to prepare
something for their comfort, enjoyment |
and instruction. She has left Dorcas
record, and all who knew her, loved her. |
The Congregational Church of Nc
Cook has lost dev"ut praying men,
Der, and the home circle is broken but
father and mother, sister and brother,
through burning tears, look away to the
heavenly home where the dear one has
gone to await reunion in che bright
beyond.
The funera1 sary;oos 1roro conducted