Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1896-02-06
Death Of Margareta Ingram.

Mrs. Margareta Ingram, wife OF John
w. Ingram, died at Samples Manor,
Washington county, Md, January ~,
1896, aged 81 years, 8 months and II
DAYS. She leaves a noble husband and
seven of the grandest children in all that
country to mourn her loss, besides host
of friends. Revs. Cross and Montgomery
officiated at the funeral, after which W.
J. Knott, Jr., delivered the following
eulogy. He said in part:
arise to perform the saddest duty
that has ever been assigned to me, for
having known this good mother as long
as | have, | feel as if l am not equal to
do her Justice on this occasion. Be 1t
said of this dear mother who this day
numbers with the silent majority, she
lived such pure and holy life that her
record will challenge the approval OF
unborn generations. How sweet are
our recollectlons Of the kindness OF this
good mother, whose tongue this day Is
dumb in death-who in other days, when
in the full bloom Of splendid woman
hood, and even when stricken down by
disease, did every little act of kindness
to endear those who this day are here TO
paw their last tribute of respect to low
ing mother. But'we cannot stop here,
for this mother on earth was all to US.
How we long for that bright, social and
congenial mother-whO fascinated and
charmed How we long for the touch
of that vanished hand, and the sound OF
that voice that is still.
This good mother for days and weeks
knew not what it was to be well, being
racked with pain and ScOrched with fe-
YER AS she lay on her sick bed, she
was perfectly submissive to the Will OF
God. She was a christian woman of the
best type, but few knew how she suf-
fered, but, thanks to God who loved her,
He gave her faith sufficient not to al
| low the allurementS of the world to cheat
her out of that golden crown that await
| ed her on the other side of the river.
| How sweet will it always be, children,
when we recall our mother, to know she
has gone home to die no more, in that
sweet bye and bye. 1t would be sad If
we did not believe our mother this hour
wears that golden crown, but it is writ
| ten. be We faithful unto death, and you
shall wear a crown in glory. Yes, II
| Mother Ingram does not wear that crown
do not see how it is possible for any
one to wear it. Yes, she is gone where
there is no death. The star is gone down
| to rise upon a brighter shore.
Mother Ingram was the grandest spec
| linen of American womanhood of the
best type. Her motives and intentions
were ALWAYS honest and straightforward,
and she was inclined to think we'll of her
associates and appreciate their good
| . In To rff fnf
shortcomings. Her kind and generous
nature inspired kindness and generosity
in others. The pleasure of her society
was never marred by the slightest trace
| Of bitterness or unkindness. Her death
will be an irreparable loss to her family
and her friends, and source OF deep
sorrow to all who knew her we'll She
contributed her full share to make the
world better and increase the enjoyment
of others, which is the highest praise
the living can extend to the dead. When
| heard OF Mother Ingram death never
70 me seemed earth so cherries, the dis
tinctons so small, life so empty, human
| ity so mortal.
The very scene of Mother Ingram S
home. that pebbled brook behind the
orchard, that laughs upon its way, the
flowers that bloom in that dear old gar
den, shows the majesty of Him who
knows the sparrow's fall; and the sub
| lime assurance Il am the resurrection
and the life" seemed to issue from His
throne. Long ago terrible disease had
fastened upon this good mother, and
later on the fight between life and death
commenced. | know she tried hard to
do her duty, but the dying embers
would every now and then be famed
into a flame, but the flame only dis
closed to her the weakness of her body.
She was patient: she suffered, she en-
dured but she never complained. |
think, though, she knew that the result
of the contest was to be her death.
In all the changing scenes of her event
full life. in storm and sunshine, her wo-
manly spirit faced with fearless front
whatever CHANGED. She knew no fear
in life, and when she faced the last and
grandest test to which the soul of wo-
man is ever put, and heard deaths foot
fall nearing fast in plainly marked APP
proach, she met him with the unblanch-
ed cheek of perfect fearlessness- The
summons came at last 10 tread the I'M
known pathway of the further shore. y
Obedient to its mandate, no Drawer spir-
it ever passed into the realms of death.
Peace, peace, to this good mothers
dust.