"Gone to Rest"
Warner M. Brown, son of Thomas M. and Elizabeth Taylor Brown, died at the home of his parents in Hamilton, at 3:15 last Monday morning, in the 27th year of his age.
About a year ago, while living in the state of Nebraska and just as he was considering some plans for his future, he was stricken with the Grip, from which he soon nearly recovered; but subsequent exposure in very severe weather, caused by a sense of duty to others, resulted in a relapse, and before his system could rally, his health was seriously impaired. He soon returned to Hamilton, where, during the Summer months his condition somewhat improved, but ere long it was evident that Consumption, that insidious disease, had marked him for its victim. At the approach of the severe cold weather of this Winter he was confined in his bed, but his condition did not seem hopeless until recently, when he began to fail quite rapidly. Several days before the final summons came he realized that his life tide was fast ebbing, and with a brave heart he met the Messenger that came to lead him down through "the valley of the shadow of death."
One by one he bade the loved ones around him good bye, and when the night was growing old he composed himself as if to rest. He gave instructions to his attendants as to what should be done for his comfort, and then closing his eyes and breathing with apparent ease, he seemed to sleep--and it was sleep eternal. A few minutes after his eyes closed, and before those who were watching at his bedside were aware of it, he was gone.
"Without the tension of a muscle,
Not a move or moan the while,
His spirit took its flight supernal
And left upon his face a smile."
Verily, it seemed that he had quietly, peacefully fallen asleep on earth and awakened in heaven.
While he expressed a hope from time to time for recovery, that he might by more upright life make amends for the errors of the past, yet he seemed to repose in that perfect faith and trust so beautifully expressed by the poet Whittier:
"I know not where the islands lift
Their fronted palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond Thy love and care."
The deceased had a very chery (sic) nature and a generous heart, consequently he had an unusally wide circle of friends, and to all these he left messages of love and solitude for their eternal welfare.
The funeral took place at Friends meeting house, Lincoln, Wednesday afternoon, when appropriate addresses were made by Jesse Hoge and Phineas J. Nichols and a few words of most cordial commendation of the deceased were expressed by an intimate personal friend, Capt. Geo. J. P. Wood, of Washington City. Subsequently the body was laid away in its last resting place, with those of his kinsman (sic) and brethren of the Church, there to sleep forever while the spirit, freed from its earthly tenement, abides in another mansion of the Father's house, "Eternal in the Heavens."
A Native Loudoun Gets there.
(Source: local newspaper...name/date unk)
Warner M. Brown, son of Thomas M. and Elizabeth Taylor Brown, died at the home of his parents in Hamilton, at 3:15 last Monday morning, in the 27th year of his age.
About a year ago, while living in the state of Nebraska and just as he was considering some plans for his future, he was stricken with the Grip, from which he soon nearly recovered; but subsequent exposure in very severe weather, caused by a sense of duty to others, resulted in a relapse, and before his system could rally, his health was seriously impaired. He soon returned to Hamilton, where, during the Summer months his condition somewhat improved, but ere long it was evident that Consumption, that insidious disease, had marked him for its victim. At the approach of the severe cold weather of this Winter he was confined in his bed, but his condition did not seem hopeless until recently, when he began to fail quite rapidly. Several days before the final summons came he realized that his life tide was fast ebbing, and with a brave heart he met the Messenger that came to lead him down through "the valley of the shadow of death."
One by one he bade the loved ones around him good bye, and when the night was growing old he composed himself as if to rest. He gave instructions to his attendants as to what should be done for his comfort, and then closing his eyes and breathing with apparent ease, he seemed to sleep--and it was sleep eternal. A few minutes after his eyes closed, and before those who were watching at his bedside were aware of it, he was gone.
"Without the tension of a muscle,
Not a move or moan the while,
His spirit took its flight supernal
And left upon his face a smile."
Verily, it seemed that he had quietly, peacefully fallen asleep on earth and awakened in heaven.
While he expressed a hope from time to time for recovery, that he might by more upright life make amends for the errors of the past, yet he seemed to repose in that perfect faith and trust so beautifully expressed by the poet Whittier:
"I know not where the islands lift
Their fronted palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond Thy love and care."
The deceased had a very chery (sic) nature and a generous heart, consequently he had an unusally wide circle of friends, and to all these he left messages of love and solitude for their eternal welfare.
The funeral took place at Friends meeting house, Lincoln, Wednesday afternoon, when appropriate addresses were made by Jesse Hoge and Phineas J. Nichols and a few words of most cordial commendation of the deceased were expressed by an intimate personal friend, Capt. Geo. J. P. Wood, of Washington City. Subsequently the body was laid away in its last resting place, with those of his kinsman (sic) and brethren of the Church, there to sleep forever while the spirit, freed from its earthly tenement, abides in another mansion of the Father's house, "Eternal in the Heavens."
A Native Loudoun Gets there.
(Source: local newspaper...name/date unk)
"Gone to Rest"
Warner M. Brown, son of Thomas M. and Elizabeth Taylor Brown, died at the home of his parents in Hamilton, at 3:15 last Monday morning, in the 27th year of his age.
About a year ago, while living in the state of Nebraska and just as he was considering some plans for his future, he was stricken with the Grip, from which he soon nearly recovered; but subsequent exposure in very severe weather, caused by a sense of duty to others, resulted in a relapse, and before his system could rally, his health was seriously impaired. He soon returned to Hamilton, where, during the Summer months his condition somewhat improved, but ere long it was evident that Consumption, that insidious disease, had marked him for its victim. At the approach of the severe cold weather of this Winter he was confined in his bed, but his condition did not seem hopeless until recently, when he began to fail quite rapidly. Several days before the final summons came he realized that his life tide was fast ebbing, and with a brave heart he met the Messenger that came to lead him down through "the valley of the shadow of death."
One by one he bade the loved ones around him good bye, and when the night was growing old he composed himself as if to rest. He gave instructions to his attendants as to what should be done for his comfort, and then closing his eyes and breathing with apparent ease, he seemed to sleep--and it was sleep eternal. A few minutes after his eyes closed, and before those who were watching at his bedside were aware of it, he was gone.
"Without the tension of a muscle,
Not a move or moan the while,
His spirit took its flight supernal
And left upon his face a smile."
Verily, it seemed that he had quietly, peacefully fallen asleep on earth and awakened in heaven.
While he expressed a hope from time to time for recovery, that he might by more upright life make amends for the errors of the past, yet he seemed to repose in that perfect faith and trust so beautifully expressed by the poet Whittier:
"I know not where the islands lift
Their fronted palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond Thy love and care."
The deceased had a very chery (sic) nature and a generous heart, consequently he had an unusally wide circle of friends, and to all these he left messages of love and solitude for their eternal welfare.
The funeral took place at Friends meeting house, Lincoln, Wednesday afternoon, when appropriate addresses were made by Jesse Hoge and Phineas J. Nichols and a few words of most cordial commendation of the deceased were expressed by an intimate personal friend, Capt. Geo. J. P. Wood, of Washington City. Subsequently the body was laid away in its last resting place, with those of his kinsman (sic) and brethren of the Church, there to sleep forever while the spirit, freed from its earthly tenement, abides in another mansion of the Father's house, "Eternal in the Heavens."
A Native Loudoun Gets there.
(Source: local newspaper...name/date unk)
Warner M. Brown, son of Thomas M. and Elizabeth Taylor Brown, died at the home of his parents in Hamilton, at 3:15 last Monday morning, in the 27th year of his age.
About a year ago, while living in the state of Nebraska and just as he was considering some plans for his future, he was stricken with the Grip, from which he soon nearly recovered; but subsequent exposure in very severe weather, caused by a sense of duty to others, resulted in a relapse, and before his system could rally, his health was seriously impaired. He soon returned to Hamilton, where, during the Summer months his condition somewhat improved, but ere long it was evident that Consumption, that insidious disease, had marked him for its victim. At the approach of the severe cold weather of this Winter he was confined in his bed, but his condition did not seem hopeless until recently, when he began to fail quite rapidly. Several days before the final summons came he realized that his life tide was fast ebbing, and with a brave heart he met the Messenger that came to lead him down through "the valley of the shadow of death."
One by one he bade the loved ones around him good bye, and when the night was growing old he composed himself as if to rest. He gave instructions to his attendants as to what should be done for his comfort, and then closing his eyes and breathing with apparent ease, he seemed to sleep--and it was sleep eternal. A few minutes after his eyes closed, and before those who were watching at his bedside were aware of it, he was gone.
"Without the tension of a muscle,
Not a move or moan the while,
His spirit took its flight supernal
And left upon his face a smile."
Verily, it seemed that he had quietly, peacefully fallen asleep on earth and awakened in heaven.
While he expressed a hope from time to time for recovery, that he might by more upright life make amends for the errors of the past, yet he seemed to repose in that perfect faith and trust so beautifully expressed by the poet Whittier:
"I know not where the islands lift
Their fronted palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond Thy love and care."
The deceased had a very chery (sic) nature and a generous heart, consequently he had an unusally wide circle of friends, and to all these he left messages of love and solitude for their eternal welfare.
The funeral took place at Friends meeting house, Lincoln, Wednesday afternoon, when appropriate addresses were made by Jesse Hoge and Phineas J. Nichols and a few words of most cordial commendation of the deceased were expressed by an intimate personal friend, Capt. Geo. J. P. Wood, of Washington City. Subsequently the body was laid away in its last resting place, with those of his kinsman (sic) and brethren of the Church, there to sleep forever while the spirit, freed from its earthly tenement, abides in another mansion of the Father's house, "Eternal in the Heavens."
A Native Loudoun Gets there.
(Source: local newspaper...name/date unk)
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