Source: Bureau County Republican, 1 December, 1881. Page 4
Mrs. J.V. Thompson died at her residence in this city, on Monday morning last, and was buried in Oakland Cemetery Wednesday afternoon. She was born February 8, 1820, near Springfield, Mass., and in 1831 came with the family of her father, the late Roland Moseley, to Bureau County, where she has ever since resided. February 6, 1848, she married the late Joseph V. Thompson, former sheriff and county clerk of this county, and leaves two daughters and one son surviving her. Mrs. Thompson was a woman of rare good sense and judgment, modest, intelligent, devout, entirely domestic in her life and tastes, and unselfishly devoted to the welfare and happiness of her family. She endured the suffering and discomfort of her last illness with the same uncomplaining fortitude that she met the hardships of a frontier life and the care of her father's large family, which, in her early girlhood, devolved upon her at her mother's death.
When hearts, whose truth was proven
Like thine, are laid in earth,
There should a wreath be woven
To tell the world their worth;
None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.
Mrs. J.V. Thompson died at her residence in this city, on Monday morning last, and was buried in Oakland Cemetery Wednesday afternoon. She was born February 8, 1820, near Springfield, Mass., and in 1831 came with the family of her father, the late Roland Moseley, to Bureau County, where she has ever since resided. February 6, 1848, she married the late Joseph V. Thompson, former sheriff and county clerk of this county, and leaves two daughters and one son surviving her. Mrs. Thompson was a woman of rare good sense and judgment, modest, intelligent, devout, entirely domestic in her life and tastes, and unselfishly devoted to the welfare and happiness of her family. She endured the suffering and discomfort of her last illness with the same uncomplaining fortitude that she met the hardships of a frontier life and the care of her father's large family, which, in her early girlhood, devolved upon her at her mother's death.
When hearts, whose truth was proven
Like thine, are laid in earth,
There should a wreath be woven
To tell the world their worth;
None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.
Source: Bureau County Republican, 1 December, 1881. Page 4
Mrs. J.V. Thompson died at her residence in this city, on Monday morning last, and was buried in Oakland Cemetery Wednesday afternoon. She was born February 8, 1820, near Springfield, Mass., and in 1831 came with the family of her father, the late Roland Moseley, to Bureau County, where she has ever since resided. February 6, 1848, she married the late Joseph V. Thompson, former sheriff and county clerk of this county, and leaves two daughters and one son surviving her. Mrs. Thompson was a woman of rare good sense and judgment, modest, intelligent, devout, entirely domestic in her life and tastes, and unselfishly devoted to the welfare and happiness of her family. She endured the suffering and discomfort of her last illness with the same uncomplaining fortitude that she met the hardships of a frontier life and the care of her father's large family, which, in her early girlhood, devolved upon her at her mother's death.
When hearts, whose truth was proven
Like thine, are laid in earth,
There should a wreath be woven
To tell the world their worth;
None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.
Mrs. J.V. Thompson died at her residence in this city, on Monday morning last, and was buried in Oakland Cemetery Wednesday afternoon. She was born February 8, 1820, near Springfield, Mass., and in 1831 came with the family of her father, the late Roland Moseley, to Bureau County, where she has ever since resided. February 6, 1848, she married the late Joseph V. Thompson, former sheriff and county clerk of this county, and leaves two daughters and one son surviving her. Mrs. Thompson was a woman of rare good sense and judgment, modest, intelligent, devout, entirely domestic in her life and tastes, and unselfishly devoted to the welfare and happiness of her family. She endured the suffering and discomfort of her last illness with the same uncomplaining fortitude that she met the hardships of a frontier life and the care of her father's large family, which, in her early girlhood, devolved upon her at her mother's death.
When hearts, whose truth was proven
Like thine, are laid in earth,
There should a wreath be woven
To tell the world their worth;
None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.
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