The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1905-12-28
KEROSENE KILLS
Infant Son of E. U. Sandstone
Meets Death by Accident.
KIRON PLUNGED IN GRIEF.
Little One Upsets A Can of Kerosene
Which Fills His Lungs and Death
Ensues After Eight Hours.

One of the saddest events that has
occurred in this locality and which
cast a shroud of sadness over many
heart was the death of Wesley Lorraine,
the sixteen months old boy of Mr.. and
Mrs. E. N. Sandstrom s, which took
place early Wednesday morning, Dec.
20. On Tuesday evening little Wesley,
spying small can on the table which
contained kerosene, reached for it and
upsetting the same, the contents was
dashed into his face. The oil which
filled his mouth and nose caused him
to gasp for breath, which drew guam
tity of the fluid into his lungs. He
soon became unconscious, and remain
ed SO during the remaining eight hours
that he lived. Everything possible
was done to remove the oil from his
lungs and stomach, but it seems as if
the poison had spread and effected the
entire system, and at 2:45 o'clock
Wednesday morning, the little fellow
left his CHEEKY and cosy home, and
loving and affectionate parents, for the
better abode on the shores beyond.
The news of the sad occurrence
soon spread throughout the neighbor-
hood, and sadness filled the hearts of
all who knew the bright little boy and
his fond and hopeful parents. Wesley
was an exceptionally bright boy for
his age, so cute and good, that he
gained the admiration of one and all,
and although his stay on earth was so
brief, it was long enough to entwine
himself so deep in the hearts of his
parents, that the separation caused
such wounds that time can never heal.
Their only child and sunbeam and JOY,
taken from their home, surely caused
such deep anguish that none can know
but those who have gone through the
same, sad experience. The sympathy
of the many neighbors and friends
goes out to the respected and bereav-
ed parents in this their dark hour.
The fond parents had planned for
Christmas joys for their little son, but
Christmas day did not find him with
them. He had gone to spend his
Christmas in Heaven, to see grander
lights and decorations and joyful fes-
-tivities than ever could be seen on
earth, yes, continuous festival for
ever will little Wesley enjoy, which
will never be marred by disappoint-
ments and sorrows and trials of this
world
The funeral services occurred on
Thursday afternoon when large num-
Der gathered at the home, to make up
the long procession that followed the
little remains to their last resting
place. The funeral services were
held from the Lutheran church, Rev.
j. A. Benander conducting the sad
service. The church was filled with
sympathizing and sorrowing friends.
The floral offering was large, and
most affecting. Especially we mention
the fine floral shield given by the XII
ron's Women's History Club, and the
beautiful standing floral Tyre from
Wesley's grandparents. The remains
were laid to rest in the Lutheran Gem
etery. Thus another home has had it's
hopes and anticipated future prospects
blighted, and filled with sorrow and
heartfelt anguish, by the unwelcome
visitor, Death. Every heart in this
locality goes out in deepest sympathy
to the stricken parents, and may they
look up to the all-wise Ruler, who
does all things for our good, although
at times we may not fully understand
it.
The song service at the church was
most appropriate for the sad occasion.
The solo sung by c. R. Lundell, entit-
led, "One Sweetly Solemn Thought, -
was very effectively rendered, also
the beautiful duet, by Mrs. Rev. j.
A. Benander and Miss Annie Ander-
son, drew the tears from many an eye
OF those present. The song was EMIT
led, "Baby's Gone to Sleep
There's pair of little hands,
Laid to rest forevermore,
There's two pearly, dimpled cheeks,
Whose rich blossoming is DER;
Death has sealed two little eyes
That will no more smile or weep,
Tiny windows of the soul;
Little baby's gone to sleep.
There's another bud removed,
Ere it felt the blight Of sin,
Through the doors the angels make,
Darling baby has passed in;
Far beyond the azure skies,
Where the tiny star eyes peep,
From all earth sad doubts and fears
Little baby's gone to sleep.
He will wake in fairer lands,
Where the angel voices sing;
There the flow ret shall expand,