Webster City Freeman
January 7, 1908
Page 1, Col. 3


Mrs. Cora Hunter Segar-Parrish, the subject of this notice, was the eldest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Segar. She was born in Cass township 22 years ago and lived a short distance from her birthplace until two years ago, when she was united In marriage to Lyman Parish of Woolstock since which time she has lived with her husband at that place. As the result of this union two children were born. One is fourteen months of age and the other is a baby of only three weeks. It was during the mother's last confinement that she was attacked with blood poisoning, which resulted in her untimely death. It would be impossible to enumerate the many virtues possessed by this little woman. It was during the illness of her mother, which extended over a period of five or six years, that Cora showed her real ability in taking charge of the family and in looking after their wants. So successfully did she perform these duties that she won the admiration of the entire community. It has been said that during this long period complaint was never heard, or a duty neglected. She possessed such a quiet, sweet and lovable disposition that people were made better by coming in contact with her. Mrs. Parish was an earnest, conscientious
Christian woman, having united with Oak Glen church some years ago. Although never baptised it was her constant desire to be. She had scarcely entered upon real life when after a brief illness she was called to her home above where billows never break and tempests roar. To those around her her life was a dream and should her history be written, it would be a continual eulogy. Why this young mother,"whose sun went down while it was yet day," was taken from her two helpless babies when a mother's gentle hand and loving lips can only kiss away sorrow and care, will only lie "revealed when they shall clasp their hands again in that realm of heavenly bliss and God reveals all mysteries to His children.

Her remains were laid to rest in the beautiful Webster City Cemetery to await the final resurrection.

Weep not that her toils are over.
Weep not that her race is run;
God grant we may rest as calmly
When our weak life here is done.
'Til then we yield with gladness
Our daughter to Him to keep,
And rejoice in the sweet assurance
He giveth his loved ones sleep.