Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1905-09-02


only son grown to an esteemed
manhood, honorable and useful in
his calling among his fellowmen.
with a gifted wife, loyal and af-
fectionate as an own dear daughter
could be, two bright and loving
grandchildren, all the most desirable
bounties to make life blest and
bring happiness to the declining
years, were hers. But disease
stalked in. Nine years ago Mrs.
Knapp was taken to a Chicago
hospital. She returned relieved. A
new lease of life was granted. She
had not been we'll since, but COM
forLable until about year ago, the
dread symptoms slowly surely, un-
mistakably crept on. In May of this
year she was again taken away.
The best of Chicago's medical skill
was consulted. Requesting to know
the truth, she was informed that
there was only the shadow Of a
hope in surgery. She faced the out
come bravely as only woman can
the surety of the end, yet the
slow torture, the agonizing months
that must intervene. She returned
to her home, knowing that she must
leave it no more until she passed
through that door that swings
earthward nevermore. The dreaded
malady made rapid progress and
sufferings increased, and her heart
was pierced by the iron shaft Of
pain-the pain of parting. The
earthly home was so dear, the
presence of beloved ones so sweet.
The son and his family were con-
stantlY with her devoting all their
time to her comfort. Friends came
and went with loving deeds and
tender words, sorrowing that they
could do no more. And gradually,
quietly and surely, the mind of the
sufferer loosed its loving hold upon
the forging links of earth's dear
cham and became prepared for the
meeting beyond.
Her sufferings were SO intense
that the sympathy of the whole
community was aroused, and even
those who loved her most welcomed
the peaceful sleep that fell upon her
just as the stars came out Friday
evening. Aug. Is, 1905. She had
the care of nurse whose heart was
turned to tender love and sympathy,
as her hands were trained in skill.
The end came SO sweetly and SO
silently that those who watched
thought her
Dying when she slept
And sleeping when she died.
Death with all it's terrors dread
full had yielded to living faith and
hope whispers to the sorrowing of a
reunion in the home beyond, where
no pang of parting makes the heart
to ache, no suffering such as hers
rends the flesh.
| Thank God today for the pilgrim feet
Which have trodden the last of the toilsome
way,
For the Strong, for the frail. for the babes
SO sweet,
| Who have left forever this crl1mbling clay;
Who have changed earth's trials and loss
For the victor S palm and the voice of praise
| Who dwell in the light of the great white
| throne,
raise.
Mrs. Knapp was one of eleven
children, her brother, Darius Walker,
now being the only survivor. The
crowd that gathered in and around
the saddened home on the beautiful
Sabbath afternoon was touching
tribute to the deceased and SO much
tender sympathy .or the bereaved
husband and children. The consider
and friends Of the family, Rev.
Evans, conducted reverertly the
Episcopal services. The flower
laden casket, followed by many
friends, was conveyed to beautiful
Hillside cemetery, and there in
Gods Acre the mother sleeps.
like that ancient Saxon phrase
which calls the burial ground Gods
Acre. 1t is just; it consecrates each
grave within it's walls, and breathes
a benediction DER the sleeping
dust" There the winds murmur
through the pines such infinitely
sweet, sad and requiems above the
sleeping dead. JOY nor sorrow,
tears nor laughter, pain nor delight,
can wake them nevermore. With
that sweet, low lullaby above them
they rest in unbroken, perfect peace.
B. B. S.