first wife of Col. John Drennen
Communicated to the Van Buren Intelligencer]
OBITUARY.
Died, on Tuesday, the 20th, ult., Mrs. Emily R. Drennen, consort of Col. John Drennen, after a protracted and painful sickness. Mrs. D. was born in Winchester, Virginia, but had been a resident of Arkansas eleven years, and was in the forty-third year of her age. Her loss to her friends and society will long be felt.
"The night wind waved its funreral veil, and play'd around her head."
Again has death been among us. Its stealthy tread hath been long heard, and though its arrows have been secretly shot, they were barbed with certain though lingering and painful dissolutions. Grief with gloomy wing hath settled over the heads of strickent relatives. The wife, mother, friend and acquaintance hath left us.
Who hath not lost a friend? Whose eye hath not been dimmed and drenched with tears, when looking the last upon one, to whom all lovely ties hath bound us, whose life hath been a joy, a precious blessing, in our path, whose loss toucheth the secret recesses of the heart with grief, oftentimes with a blight that ever corrodeth?
Time's flight is chequered with joy and sorrow, by the darkness of the tomb and the light of youth, hope, and love - the joyous hour is followed by the moment of pain whose pang is bitterer than death. Her voice is hushed - her lip will smile no more, nor shall we read in her face the traits and virtues that bound her to her friends. Oh! fleet is life! like the flower's bloom before the scythe, like the mist of morning before the sun, scarcely seen ere 'tis gone forever.
Weep not, though ye are called to follow a wife, a mother dear, a friend well tried and loved, to earth's last resting spot - the cold, cold grave where the mountain sod shall hid her, 'till the last trump, from the eyes of those the dead most loved. Weep not; beyond the tread of time, there is a home of peace, where pain entereth not, and where the wearied heart shall ever find its rest. Weep not, look not upon the past with grief; an earnest holdeth out to ye a much prized hope that heaven hath called her, and soon shall ye follow, to union again, with no cloud to shadow, no evil to mar, no sorrow to canker thy heart's Requiscet in pace.
Additional Information:
Prior to her marriage to John Drennen, Emily was married to Capt. James Stuart, son of James Stuart and Elizabeth Montgomery of Augusta County, Virginia. They were married 26 August 1817 in Williamson County, TN.
Communicated to the Van Buren Intelligencer]
OBITUARY.
Died, on Tuesday, the 20th, ult., Mrs. Emily R. Drennen, consort of Col. John Drennen, after a protracted and painful sickness. Mrs. D. was born in Winchester, Virginia, but had been a resident of Arkansas eleven years, and was in the forty-third year of her age. Her loss to her friends and society will long be felt.
"The night wind waved its funreral veil, and play'd around her head."
Again has death been among us. Its stealthy tread hath been long heard, and though its arrows have been secretly shot, they were barbed with certain though lingering and painful dissolutions. Grief with gloomy wing hath settled over the heads of strickent relatives. The wife, mother, friend and acquaintance hath left us.
Who hath not lost a friend? Whose eye hath not been dimmed and drenched with tears, when looking the last upon one, to whom all lovely ties hath bound us, whose life hath been a joy, a precious blessing, in our path, whose loss toucheth the secret recesses of the heart with grief, oftentimes with a blight that ever corrodeth?
Time's flight is chequered with joy and sorrow, by the darkness of the tomb and the light of youth, hope, and love - the joyous hour is followed by the moment of pain whose pang is bitterer than death. Her voice is hushed - her lip will smile no more, nor shall we read in her face the traits and virtues that bound her to her friends. Oh! fleet is life! like the flower's bloom before the scythe, like the mist of morning before the sun, scarcely seen ere 'tis gone forever.
Weep not, though ye are called to follow a wife, a mother dear, a friend well tried and loved, to earth's last resting spot - the cold, cold grave where the mountain sod shall hid her, 'till the last trump, from the eyes of those the dead most loved. Weep not; beyond the tread of time, there is a home of peace, where pain entereth not, and where the wearied heart shall ever find its rest. Weep not, look not upon the past with grief; an earnest holdeth out to ye a much prized hope that heaven hath called her, and soon shall ye follow, to union again, with no cloud to shadow, no evil to mar, no sorrow to canker thy heart's Requiscet in pace.
Additional Information:
Prior to her marriage to John Drennen, Emily was married to Capt. James Stuart, son of James Stuart and Elizabeth Montgomery of Augusta County, Virginia. They were married 26 August 1817 in Williamson County, TN.
first wife of Col. John Drennen
Communicated to the Van Buren Intelligencer]
OBITUARY.
Died, on Tuesday, the 20th, ult., Mrs. Emily R. Drennen, consort of Col. John Drennen, after a protracted and painful sickness. Mrs. D. was born in Winchester, Virginia, but had been a resident of Arkansas eleven years, and was in the forty-third year of her age. Her loss to her friends and society will long be felt.
"The night wind waved its funreral veil, and play'd around her head."
Again has death been among us. Its stealthy tread hath been long heard, and though its arrows have been secretly shot, they were barbed with certain though lingering and painful dissolutions. Grief with gloomy wing hath settled over the heads of strickent relatives. The wife, mother, friend and acquaintance hath left us.
Who hath not lost a friend? Whose eye hath not been dimmed and drenched with tears, when looking the last upon one, to whom all lovely ties hath bound us, whose life hath been a joy, a precious blessing, in our path, whose loss toucheth the secret recesses of the heart with grief, oftentimes with a blight that ever corrodeth?
Time's flight is chequered with joy and sorrow, by the darkness of the tomb and the light of youth, hope, and love - the joyous hour is followed by the moment of pain whose pang is bitterer than death. Her voice is hushed - her lip will smile no more, nor shall we read in her face the traits and virtues that bound her to her friends. Oh! fleet is life! like the flower's bloom before the scythe, like the mist of morning before the sun, scarcely seen ere 'tis gone forever.
Weep not, though ye are called to follow a wife, a mother dear, a friend well tried and loved, to earth's last resting spot - the cold, cold grave where the mountain sod shall hid her, 'till the last trump, from the eyes of those the dead most loved. Weep not; beyond the tread of time, there is a home of peace, where pain entereth not, and where the wearied heart shall ever find its rest. Weep not, look not upon the past with grief; an earnest holdeth out to ye a much prized hope that heaven hath called her, and soon shall ye follow, to union again, with no cloud to shadow, no evil to mar, no sorrow to canker thy heart's Requiscet in pace.
Additional Information:
Prior to her marriage to John Drennen, Emily was married to Capt. James Stuart, son of James Stuart and Elizabeth Montgomery of Augusta County, Virginia. They were married 26 August 1817 in Williamson County, TN.
Communicated to the Van Buren Intelligencer]
OBITUARY.
Died, on Tuesday, the 20th, ult., Mrs. Emily R. Drennen, consort of Col. John Drennen, after a protracted and painful sickness. Mrs. D. was born in Winchester, Virginia, but had been a resident of Arkansas eleven years, and was in the forty-third year of her age. Her loss to her friends and society will long be felt.
"The night wind waved its funreral veil, and play'd around her head."
Again has death been among us. Its stealthy tread hath been long heard, and though its arrows have been secretly shot, they were barbed with certain though lingering and painful dissolutions. Grief with gloomy wing hath settled over the heads of strickent relatives. The wife, mother, friend and acquaintance hath left us.
Who hath not lost a friend? Whose eye hath not been dimmed and drenched with tears, when looking the last upon one, to whom all lovely ties hath bound us, whose life hath been a joy, a precious blessing, in our path, whose loss toucheth the secret recesses of the heart with grief, oftentimes with a blight that ever corrodeth?
Time's flight is chequered with joy and sorrow, by the darkness of the tomb and the light of youth, hope, and love - the joyous hour is followed by the moment of pain whose pang is bitterer than death. Her voice is hushed - her lip will smile no more, nor shall we read in her face the traits and virtues that bound her to her friends. Oh! fleet is life! like the flower's bloom before the scythe, like the mist of morning before the sun, scarcely seen ere 'tis gone forever.
Weep not, though ye are called to follow a wife, a mother dear, a friend well tried and loved, to earth's last resting spot - the cold, cold grave where the mountain sod shall hid her, 'till the last trump, from the eyes of those the dead most loved. Weep not; beyond the tread of time, there is a home of peace, where pain entereth not, and where the wearied heart shall ever find its rest. Weep not, look not upon the past with grief; an earnest holdeth out to ye a much prized hope that heaven hath called her, and soon shall ye follow, to union again, with no cloud to shadow, no evil to mar, no sorrow to canker thy heart's Requiscet in pace.
Additional Information:
Prior to her marriage to John Drennen, Emily was married to Capt. James Stuart, son of James Stuart and Elizabeth Montgomery of Augusta County, Virginia. They were married 26 August 1817 in Williamson County, TN.
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"Here sleeps the relict of a tender wife, Torn from my arms in full meridan life: All that kind heaven to mortal man could send. She was to me --
She was my bosom friend."
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