The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1884-03-13
Death of Mrs. Florence Crumit.

Again the grim reaper, Death, has invaded ou
, community, and stricken down of its brightes
howers After long months of suffering, the ntensi
ty OF which was beyond the power of mortal descrip
tion, Florence-or "Fode," as she was familiarly
KNOWN Crumit, the afectionate daughter, the gen.
tie sister, the loving wife, the tender mother has lair
down to rest in that which passeth all under
standing.
On last Saturday (arch Sth) she quietly fell asleep
FOR weeks she had been at times, delriOus from her
intense suffering Her fatal disease was, believe,
the result of cold, which, working upon already
| fra1l system, soon broke 1t down. The disease was
| very much like consumption. Mrs. Crumit was the
second daughter of James and Christina Tripp, and
was one of the brightest of our young ladies' She
was about % years of age, had been married to Mr..
FRANK Crumft for sewers al years, and the mother
of two children.
1t has been but little more than a year since we
were called in the line of journalistic duty record
| the death of Mrs, Christina Tripp, woman whose
life was one of angelic sweetness, and whose death
was triumphant change from world of suffering to
pure sinless, radiant Immortality. There were
perhaps few who attended that funeral service,
who thought of the possibility that "Fode" might be
the next Called to pass the Jordan of Death She
was young lady of lively, sunny disposition, and
strong affections, to win the friendship of all
those whom she met, and to retain it, She gen.
era favorite and perhaps the death of lady the
community could have bathed sad eyes in tears
than the death of this lived one.
Her funeral took place at the NJ. E. Church-of
WHICH CHURCH Sne was memDer-On MONDAY AFTER
noon. Rev. F. S. Davis preached an eloquent and
powerful discourse. The body was encased in
a beautiful casket upon the top of which rested a
beautiful wreath of flowers, enclosing miniature
urn The large silver plate top bore the initials
of deceased: "F. V. c." As the casket borne up
the aisle the choir sang the hymn "Jesus, Lover of
My SOUL" and this solemn music, added to the pic
ture of the weeping relatives created feeling of
ness in the congregation, which found expression in
moist eyes and stifed sobs. There was an immense
congregation present the large church hefn
filed After the services, the great congregation
was given opportunity to take last look at all
that remained on earth of the beautiful and light
hearted Flora Crumit, and many were the sad
around the casket too sad too sacred description
In a hasty newspaper sketch.
large number of people followed the remains to |
the cemetery, and the beautiful caske with
its precious freight lowered into the damp earth
take our farewell here, with the loved Flora but we
trust, only for time. The change only transfer
ring Of another member of the family the dark
waters ferrying over the great river, to the
angel mother waiting upon the other shore. Flora
hearts more closely together and pointing
that home where the family circle may remain un-
broken through all eternity.
Is that the rustlng of a fairy wing,
Floating downward from the wintry sky
Is that an anthem which the angels sing,
Echoing far and high?
And that sweet vision-can it be a dream
Those gloomy clouds, dispelled by radiant light
Which, through the clefts, in many a golden |
stream,
Is shining pure and bright?
Between the drifting clouds, mothers hand
That sainted hand, fraught with deeds Of
love,
Beckons the daughter toward better land T..
realm of joy, above.
While, through our tears we take our last fare
well,
And lay our Floras form beneath the sod,
In faith and trust, we hear the Heavens tell
The glories of our God.
Yet still the pangs of anguish shall not cease. q
Nor joy be found in all the earth below; n
In vain is spread the spotless garb of peace,
In softly falling snow. 6
We miss the sparkling eye, the merry voice,
And strive to think that in the far away,
That life through countless ages shall rejoice
The bliss of Perfect Day.
Above the gloom of earth, how clear the sky II
How sweet that anthem swells upon the air!
1t marks the hour when Jesus passeth by
We read His glory there. S
There, in that land of rest, the mothers arms L
The beauteous daughter do at last enfold;
Where music vibrates with angelic charms,
From gittering harps of gold. fl
May our poor hearts so heed the precious call,
glorious family, all. IL