The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1895-09-27
dALESBURG CORRESPONDENT
IN MEMoRlAM.

Ono Of tho most terrible events that
has ever occurred in the cummunity OF
Galesburg, was the accident of little
Frank Erb, Thursday, Sept. 18th, 1895.
At noon Of that day, as the teams on his
fathers farm. were being prepared for
work. one OF the horses strayed to
haystacts which Frank obserYipg-and
being Y great, little worker, and anxious
to help. stepped up, and with weed,
las he afterwards told his parents),
struck the horse. and then, but words
fail to describe that awful wound or his
brain which resulted il death, Sept.
18th. The 18th of Jan. 1896 he would
beeu six years old. He was q very bpau.
tiful child. He had remarkably long,
curling hair before it was cut, psllucid
eyes that reflected the pure white soul
and lovable disposition; an exquisitelv
moulded face and perfectly symmetrical
limbs. combined with superior mental
capacity in one so young. His environ:
ment had always been chasming Sturdy
young trees waved their branches pro-
tecting]y over his head. blooming flow
ers fringed the pathways around his
home: indeed tho cmbowered beauty OF
this place, was remarked by all strang-
ors and enjoyed by their friends and here
guided from wrong and evil; guarded
with unsppakable care and sclioitudp,
by parents who idoli4ed him and made
possible his every desire. he had always
lived. and here too, he died. O' tho in,
scrutiabe ways of Providence! Verify
what ever God DEGREES, must be- Tho
most efficient medical aid this country
affords, Drs. Critchheld and McLain
were in constant attendance and all that
science could do was done, but from the
first, it was death stroke. Tho funeral
services by Rev. Whisnand were con-
Quoted in a beautiful arbor of Trees the
little white casket occupying tho center.
The songs, rSafo in the Apnls Of jesus"
and Nearer My God to Thee, wore
sung by large assemblage of sorrowing
friends. Then tho dea" little form was
taken to Hunter and inferred in the
pretty little cemetery thoro. Earth to
Garth and dust to dust.
Dye flowers, blooming sweotly,
Lay your heads down low to-day;
For your happiest, best companion.
Little Frank, has passed away.
Mover more to wander gayly.
Mid your fragrant oaors bloom,
He now dwells 'mong mortal flowers.
Round the great, white, golden
throne
Little grasses, popping gontly.
Waiting for his buoyant tread;
Never more will feel the springing
OF his feet Oh your green bed.
But you'll murmur, grasses softly,
Der the tiny grave where's laid,
All that's left OF little frankie,
L. this new fresh mound that's made
As the human nature is,
Greater than tho natural world;
So this fair boys worth was far
Vaster than Earth's wealth unfurled.
Born to all that life could give.
Attributes to make man,
In his tiny bosom thrilled,
Held within his small brown hand.
Enshriped doep within their lives,
Ho was all these parents had;
Loved and cherished, idolizod,
All! this grief. how doubly sad.
Nothing harder. e'cr could be.
Than the cruel death he diod;
Never martyr gave up more,
Than this boy his parents pride.
O.! thou Providence most strange,
Ways we cannot understand;
Blasted hopes and broken toys,
This. the destiny of man.
But he lived; oh! not in vain,
And he oped heav'ns' doors above
Where these weary, waiting ones
Once more meet in JOY and love.
i. E. X.
O o 0 90
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