Today’s Bereaved Yet Truly Morbid Fact!
A “comforting” eulogy from the Minnesota Pioneer newspaper, St. Paul, February 26, 1852:
Died. On the 19th inst. [of this month], BIRDIE, infant daughter of William F. and Harriet B. Corbett.
At St. Paul, on Wednesday, Feb. 18th, HARRIET LOUISE, daughter of Nelson and Abigail Gibbs, aged 5 years the 25th day of last January.
At St. Paul, M. T. [Minnesota Territory], on Saturday morning Feb. 14th, LUCY ANN, daughter of Edwin and Catharine Perkins, aged 10 years and one week.
Beautiful indeed has been the tender flower to look upon, and truly short has been the race of our departed friend. The withered rose and the drooping lily, when reflected upon, may cast the lengthened shadow of gloom o’er the gayest heart, but oh, how truly sad to behold the tender flower, which brightly has bloomed amid the wreath entwined around the hearts of parent and child, sister and brother, withered by death’s chilling touch and consigned to the cheerless grave. Mild and affectionate in her manners, she won the esteem of all who associated with her and will long be remembered by them all. No more, bereaved parents, will the smiles of your child brighten home’s fireside; she is gone to a land of spirits, from whence no man returneth, and where sickness and sorrow are unknown; all your earthly ties are ended, you may be once more united; but in a world beyond the skies.
C.E.S.
Harrisburg papers please copy.
Culled from: Coffee Made Her Insane
And we wonder why they needed those big asylums back in those days?
Actually it’s kind of beautiful, though pretty sappy by today’s standards.
(I’d have been so tempted to headline the first baby’s obit with “Bye bye, Birdie.” Which is why I’ll never be hired to write obits.)
I’ll never get hired to write sympathy cards, because I think there should be a humor category for them.
The humor catagory is all important. My mother told me her lungs were failing. I told her breathing is way overrated. Hardly anybody who is anybody does it anymore. She’s still at it though…