The Weekly Economist (Elizabeth City, N.C.),
Fri, 24 Nov 1899, p2, c4-5
In Memoriam.
On Saturday, Nov. 11th, 1899, death entered the home of Mr. and Mrs. H. S. Basnight and claimed for its victim their little son, Thevan(sic) Justyn, aged two years. He was sick only a day but the disease immediately assumed a malignant type and his suffering was intense 'till the blessed Savior called him to his arms. The stroke fell very heavily on the grief stricken family, but it is consoling to remember "whom the Lord love it he chasteneth, and scourgeth every one whom he receiveth." Theran(sic) was a very bright, interesting child, and his little deeds of kindness will never be forgotten.
Weep not fond parents, the tender plant is only transplanted in a more genial climate to bloom forevermore. Has not the blessed Savior said "Suffer little children to come onto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven."
Oh! the many fond hopes and blighted umbitious of tender and loving parents that are buried in his early grave. God alone can tell. But these were but earthly ambitions and their death is but the birth of Heavenly joys for one who has but exchanged an infinite life of disappointment, pain, sorrow and earthly trials, for an infinite, eternal life of bliss. It is the Lord. Let Him do what seemeth Him good. God orders all things right. Grief will soon be lost in eternity, and the broken home with father, mother and sorrowing relatives will meet their little darling where separation is no more.
We know his soul is happy now,
Where saints their calm watch keep,
That Angels are crowning that fair young brow,
Then whereforo should we weep?
Among many friends and relatives a keen sense of sorrow comes at the mention of this little beloved childs name, to the parents bereft of one whose dear image is engraved upon and woven into the very fiber of their hearts the feeling of personal regret is most intense. But they know they shall meet their baby again, and it must bring joy to their hearts and soften their sojourn for the little while they must remain, are they too, enter into the rest of paradise.
To their souls in the darkness of grief, sweet messages of hope will come like cheering signals from "ships that pass in the night," and all will be well.
"I take these little lambs, said He,
And lay them in my breast,
Protection they shall find in me,
In me be ever blest."
It was touching to hear the little sister say, "let me see my little buddie." Thank God there is a world in which no such scenes are witnessed and no farewells are uttered.
Our home is a desolate, dreary place, for
A little chair is vacant,
A voice we loved is still.
'Tis hard, so hard, to give our darling up. But, oh! God, it was thy will.
The funeral services were conducted by Rev. Austin, in the midst of a large and sorrow-stricken congregation to await the resurrection morn. May the Lord comfort the bereaved father, mother, sister and relatives, and may they meet their loved one in Heaven.
"Sleep, darling Thevan, take thy rest,
God called thee home - he thought it best
To take thee from this world of woe,
To dwell with Him in His Heavenly Home."
~ Aunt Loula.
Fri, 24 Nov 1899, p2, c4-5
In Memoriam.
On Saturday, Nov. 11th, 1899, death entered the home of Mr. and Mrs. H. S. Basnight and claimed for its victim their little son, Thevan(sic) Justyn, aged two years. He was sick only a day but the disease immediately assumed a malignant type and his suffering was intense 'till the blessed Savior called him to his arms. The stroke fell very heavily on the grief stricken family, but it is consoling to remember "whom the Lord love it he chasteneth, and scourgeth every one whom he receiveth." Theran(sic) was a very bright, interesting child, and his little deeds of kindness will never be forgotten.
Weep not fond parents, the tender plant is only transplanted in a more genial climate to bloom forevermore. Has not the blessed Savior said "Suffer little children to come onto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven."
Oh! the many fond hopes and blighted umbitious of tender and loving parents that are buried in his early grave. God alone can tell. But these were but earthly ambitions and their death is but the birth of Heavenly joys for one who has but exchanged an infinite life of disappointment, pain, sorrow and earthly trials, for an infinite, eternal life of bliss. It is the Lord. Let Him do what seemeth Him good. God orders all things right. Grief will soon be lost in eternity, and the broken home with father, mother and sorrowing relatives will meet their little darling where separation is no more.
We know his soul is happy now,
Where saints their calm watch keep,
That Angels are crowning that fair young brow,
Then whereforo should we weep?
Among many friends and relatives a keen sense of sorrow comes at the mention of this little beloved childs name, to the parents bereft of one whose dear image is engraved upon and woven into the very fiber of their hearts the feeling of personal regret is most intense. But they know they shall meet their baby again, and it must bring joy to their hearts and soften their sojourn for the little while they must remain, are they too, enter into the rest of paradise.
To their souls in the darkness of grief, sweet messages of hope will come like cheering signals from "ships that pass in the night," and all will be well.
"I take these little lambs, said He,
And lay them in my breast,
Protection they shall find in me,
In me be ever blest."
It was touching to hear the little sister say, "let me see my little buddie." Thank God there is a world in which no such scenes are witnessed and no farewells are uttered.
Our home is a desolate, dreary place, for
A little chair is vacant,
A voice we loved is still.
'Tis hard, so hard, to give our darling up. But, oh! God, it was thy will.
The funeral services were conducted by Rev. Austin, in the midst of a large and sorrow-stricken congregation to await the resurrection morn. May the Lord comfort the bereaved father, mother, sister and relatives, and may they meet their loved one in Heaven.
"Sleep, darling Thevan, take thy rest,
God called thee home - he thought it best
To take thee from this world of woe,
To dwell with Him in His Heavenly Home."
~ Aunt Loula.
The Weekly Economist (Elizabeth City, N.C.),
Fri, 24 Nov 1899, p2, c4-5
In Memoriam.
On Saturday, Nov. 11th, 1899, death entered the home of Mr. and Mrs. H. S. Basnight and claimed for its victim their little son, Thevan(sic) Justyn, aged two years. He was sick only a day but the disease immediately assumed a malignant type and his suffering was intense 'till the blessed Savior called him to his arms. The stroke fell very heavily on the grief stricken family, but it is consoling to remember "whom the Lord love it he chasteneth, and scourgeth every one whom he receiveth." Theran(sic) was a very bright, interesting child, and his little deeds of kindness will never be forgotten.
Weep not fond parents, the tender plant is only transplanted in a more genial climate to bloom forevermore. Has not the blessed Savior said "Suffer little children to come onto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven."
Oh! the many fond hopes and blighted umbitious of tender and loving parents that are buried in his early grave. God alone can tell. But these were but earthly ambitions and their death is but the birth of Heavenly joys for one who has but exchanged an infinite life of disappointment, pain, sorrow and earthly trials, for an infinite, eternal life of bliss. It is the Lord. Let Him do what seemeth Him good. God orders all things right. Grief will soon be lost in eternity, and the broken home with father, mother and sorrowing relatives will meet their little darling where separation is no more.
We know his soul is happy now,
Where saints their calm watch keep,
That Angels are crowning that fair young brow,
Then whereforo should we weep?
Among many friends and relatives a keen sense of sorrow comes at the mention of this little beloved childs name, to the parents bereft of one whose dear image is engraved upon and woven into the very fiber of their hearts the feeling of personal regret is most intense. But they know they shall meet their baby again, and it must bring joy to their hearts and soften their sojourn for the little while they must remain, are they too, enter into the rest of paradise.
To their souls in the darkness of grief, sweet messages of hope will come like cheering signals from "ships that pass in the night," and all will be well.
"I take these little lambs, said He,
And lay them in my breast,
Protection they shall find in me,
In me be ever blest."
It was touching to hear the little sister say, "let me see my little buddie." Thank God there is a world in which no such scenes are witnessed and no farewells are uttered.
Our home is a desolate, dreary place, for
A little chair is vacant,
A voice we loved is still.
'Tis hard, so hard, to give our darling up. But, oh! God, it was thy will.
The funeral services were conducted by Rev. Austin, in the midst of a large and sorrow-stricken congregation to await the resurrection morn. May the Lord comfort the bereaved father, mother, sister and relatives, and may they meet their loved one in Heaven.
"Sleep, darling Thevan, take thy rest,
God called thee home - he thought it best
To take thee from this world of woe,
To dwell with Him in His Heavenly Home."
~ Aunt Loula.
Fri, 24 Nov 1899, p2, c4-5
In Memoriam.
On Saturday, Nov. 11th, 1899, death entered the home of Mr. and Mrs. H. S. Basnight and claimed for its victim their little son, Thevan(sic) Justyn, aged two years. He was sick only a day but the disease immediately assumed a malignant type and his suffering was intense 'till the blessed Savior called him to his arms. The stroke fell very heavily on the grief stricken family, but it is consoling to remember "whom the Lord love it he chasteneth, and scourgeth every one whom he receiveth." Theran(sic) was a very bright, interesting child, and his little deeds of kindness will never be forgotten.
Weep not fond parents, the tender plant is only transplanted in a more genial climate to bloom forevermore. Has not the blessed Savior said "Suffer little children to come onto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven."
Oh! the many fond hopes and blighted umbitious of tender and loving parents that are buried in his early grave. God alone can tell. But these were but earthly ambitions and their death is but the birth of Heavenly joys for one who has but exchanged an infinite life of disappointment, pain, sorrow and earthly trials, for an infinite, eternal life of bliss. It is the Lord. Let Him do what seemeth Him good. God orders all things right. Grief will soon be lost in eternity, and the broken home with father, mother and sorrowing relatives will meet their little darling where separation is no more.
We know his soul is happy now,
Where saints their calm watch keep,
That Angels are crowning that fair young brow,
Then whereforo should we weep?
Among many friends and relatives a keen sense of sorrow comes at the mention of this little beloved childs name, to the parents bereft of one whose dear image is engraved upon and woven into the very fiber of their hearts the feeling of personal regret is most intense. But they know they shall meet their baby again, and it must bring joy to their hearts and soften their sojourn for the little while they must remain, are they too, enter into the rest of paradise.
To their souls in the darkness of grief, sweet messages of hope will come like cheering signals from "ships that pass in the night," and all will be well.
"I take these little lambs, said He,
And lay them in my breast,
Protection they shall find in me,
In me be ever blest."
It was touching to hear the little sister say, "let me see my little buddie." Thank God there is a world in which no such scenes are witnessed and no farewells are uttered.
Our home is a desolate, dreary place, for
A little chair is vacant,
A voice we loved is still.
'Tis hard, so hard, to give our darling up. But, oh! God, it was thy will.
The funeral services were conducted by Rev. Austin, in the midst of a large and sorrow-stricken congregation to await the resurrection morn. May the Lord comfort the bereaved father, mother, sister and relatives, and may they meet their loved one in Heaven.
"Sleep, darling Thevan, take thy rest,
God called thee home - he thought it best
To take thee from this world of woe,
To dwell with Him in His Heavenly Home."
~ Aunt Loula.
Inscription
Theron Justyn,
Son of
H.S. & E.M. Basnight.
~~~~~~
A little time on earth he spent
Till God for him his angel sent
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