Katie C Henderson was born “about” 1852-1853 in Pennsylvania to William John Henderson and Mary Church. Her age on the death records was 3, while the obituary listed 2.
Katie died Feb. 14, 1856 at Philadelphia, PA at the age of 3 yrs, 11 months and 13 days and was buried in the Laurel Hill Cemetery.
The Clinton Democrat, Clinton County, PA, Tue., Feb. 26, 1856. (Very blurry and faded article).
Died.
In the city of Philadelphia, of Scarlet Fever, on the 14th inst., Katie, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Wm. J. Henderson, aged 2 (3?) years, 11 months and 14 days.
“Scarlet Fever!” What a tear comes over the family circle when the dread disease enters our cha?, but it is one of the afflicties which God sends into the world to ? into eternity. I saw this disease commence its ravages upon the sweet subject of this notice. With what a ? ?, it took hold of the ? sufferer! what dread pain racked its ? body and what ? lever? pa? ied its quivering lip, and distracted its raving brain. How, night after night, and day ?ceeding day, ? anxious ? other watch its feverish brow and long for its restoration! And how patiently did the ? a lilly bear ? beneath the rod that seemed thus heavily ? laid upon it. How it seemed to forget its little play things, ass? and toys, that would charm it to these few gr? How calmly did it await the summons to join the happy band of little ones in the skies!
On a cold, still night, when a great city were slumbering quietly in the ?, Katie be in the ? of a wak? mother, quivering at the touch of death, only is the ? ?-quakes at the breath of summer; drooping beneath his approach, as the ? ? at the presence of the ?. What solemn scene! Not witnesses however, by ? but chie? by Angels, who had come to kiss its pure spirit happy home to God. And thus it died – the angelic choir chanting it up to heaven! Happy, bright and gloriously it well with the spirit of its father the sa? of God!.
But it has escaped the storms of the rude life – it has no more pain – it has no more ? Laurel Hill contains its little remains – cold snows rest upon its gentle bosom, sad, as I write, the blast of the stern winter, howl over its grave. In the spring, when winter is gone, bright flowers up and bloom upon its tomb as emblematic of its resurrection when the “graves shall give up their dead.” But these flowers, too, will droop, and one at the north wind ? ? did Katie, by a ? waited from the garden of the skies. ? Sleep, sweet babe, in the arms of they Redeemer, who said “S? little children to come unto me, for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” J? in the anthems of glory sung ? the throne I ? a harp of sweet ? in the spirit of land!.
C. Q. Philadelphia, Feb. 16, 1856.
Katie died Feb. 14, 1856 at Philadelphia, PA at the age of 3 yrs, 11 months and 13 days and was buried in the Laurel Hill Cemetery.
The Clinton Democrat, Clinton County, PA, Tue., Feb. 26, 1856. (Very blurry and faded article).
Died.
In the city of Philadelphia, of Scarlet Fever, on the 14th inst., Katie, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Wm. J. Henderson, aged 2 (3?) years, 11 months and 14 days.
“Scarlet Fever!” What a tear comes over the family circle when the dread disease enters our cha?, but it is one of the afflicties which God sends into the world to ? into eternity. I saw this disease commence its ravages upon the sweet subject of this notice. With what a ? ?, it took hold of the ? sufferer! what dread pain racked its ? body and what ? lever? pa? ied its quivering lip, and distracted its raving brain. How, night after night, and day ?ceeding day, ? anxious ? other watch its feverish brow and long for its restoration! And how patiently did the ? a lilly bear ? beneath the rod that seemed thus heavily ? laid upon it. How it seemed to forget its little play things, ass? and toys, that would charm it to these few gr? How calmly did it await the summons to join the happy band of little ones in the skies!
On a cold, still night, when a great city were slumbering quietly in the ?, Katie be in the ? of a wak? mother, quivering at the touch of death, only is the ? ?-quakes at the breath of summer; drooping beneath his approach, as the ? ? at the presence of the ?. What solemn scene! Not witnesses however, by ? but chie? by Angels, who had come to kiss its pure spirit happy home to God. And thus it died – the angelic choir chanting it up to heaven! Happy, bright and gloriously it well with the spirit of its father the sa? of God!.
But it has escaped the storms of the rude life – it has no more pain – it has no more ? Laurel Hill contains its little remains – cold snows rest upon its gentle bosom, sad, as I write, the blast of the stern winter, howl over its grave. In the spring, when winter is gone, bright flowers up and bloom upon its tomb as emblematic of its resurrection when the “graves shall give up their dead.” But these flowers, too, will droop, and one at the north wind ? ? did Katie, by a ? waited from the garden of the skies. ? Sleep, sweet babe, in the arms of they Redeemer, who said “S? little children to come unto me, for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” J? in the anthems of glory sung ? the throne I ? a harp of sweet ? in the spirit of land!.
C. Q. Philadelphia, Feb. 16, 1856.
Katie C Henderson was born “about” 1852-1853 in Pennsylvania to William John Henderson and Mary Church. Her age on the death records was 3, while the obituary listed 2.
Katie died Feb. 14, 1856 at Philadelphia, PA at the age of 3 yrs, 11 months and 13 days and was buried in the Laurel Hill Cemetery.
The Clinton Democrat, Clinton County, PA, Tue., Feb. 26, 1856. (Very blurry and faded article).
Died.
In the city of Philadelphia, of Scarlet Fever, on the 14th inst., Katie, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Wm. J. Henderson, aged 2 (3?) years, 11 months and 14 days.
“Scarlet Fever!” What a tear comes over the family circle when the dread disease enters our cha?, but it is one of the afflicties which God sends into the world to ? into eternity. I saw this disease commence its ravages upon the sweet subject of this notice. With what a ? ?, it took hold of the ? sufferer! what dread pain racked its ? body and what ? lever? pa? ied its quivering lip, and distracted its raving brain. How, night after night, and day ?ceeding day, ? anxious ? other watch its feverish brow and long for its restoration! And how patiently did the ? a lilly bear ? beneath the rod that seemed thus heavily ? laid upon it. How it seemed to forget its little play things, ass? and toys, that would charm it to these few gr? How calmly did it await the summons to join the happy band of little ones in the skies!
On a cold, still night, when a great city were slumbering quietly in the ?, Katie be in the ? of a wak? mother, quivering at the touch of death, only is the ? ?-quakes at the breath of summer; drooping beneath his approach, as the ? ? at the presence of the ?. What solemn scene! Not witnesses however, by ? but chie? by Angels, who had come to kiss its pure spirit happy home to God. And thus it died – the angelic choir chanting it up to heaven! Happy, bright and gloriously it well with the spirit of its father the sa? of God!.
But it has escaped the storms of the rude life – it has no more pain – it has no more ? Laurel Hill contains its little remains – cold snows rest upon its gentle bosom, sad, as I write, the blast of the stern winter, howl over its grave. In the spring, when winter is gone, bright flowers up and bloom upon its tomb as emblematic of its resurrection when the “graves shall give up their dead.” But these flowers, too, will droop, and one at the north wind ? ? did Katie, by a ? waited from the garden of the skies. ? Sleep, sweet babe, in the arms of they Redeemer, who said “S? little children to come unto me, for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” J? in the anthems of glory sung ? the throne I ? a harp of sweet ? in the spirit of land!.
C. Q. Philadelphia, Feb. 16, 1856.
Katie died Feb. 14, 1856 at Philadelphia, PA at the age of 3 yrs, 11 months and 13 days and was buried in the Laurel Hill Cemetery.
The Clinton Democrat, Clinton County, PA, Tue., Feb. 26, 1856. (Very blurry and faded article).
Died.
In the city of Philadelphia, of Scarlet Fever, on the 14th inst., Katie, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Wm. J. Henderson, aged 2 (3?) years, 11 months and 14 days.
“Scarlet Fever!” What a tear comes over the family circle when the dread disease enters our cha?, but it is one of the afflicties which God sends into the world to ? into eternity. I saw this disease commence its ravages upon the sweet subject of this notice. With what a ? ?, it took hold of the ? sufferer! what dread pain racked its ? body and what ? lever? pa? ied its quivering lip, and distracted its raving brain. How, night after night, and day ?ceeding day, ? anxious ? other watch its feverish brow and long for its restoration! And how patiently did the ? a lilly bear ? beneath the rod that seemed thus heavily ? laid upon it. How it seemed to forget its little play things, ass? and toys, that would charm it to these few gr? How calmly did it await the summons to join the happy band of little ones in the skies!
On a cold, still night, when a great city were slumbering quietly in the ?, Katie be in the ? of a wak? mother, quivering at the touch of death, only is the ? ?-quakes at the breath of summer; drooping beneath his approach, as the ? ? at the presence of the ?. What solemn scene! Not witnesses however, by ? but chie? by Angels, who had come to kiss its pure spirit happy home to God. And thus it died – the angelic choir chanting it up to heaven! Happy, bright and gloriously it well with the spirit of its father the sa? of God!.
But it has escaped the storms of the rude life – it has no more pain – it has no more ? Laurel Hill contains its little remains – cold snows rest upon its gentle bosom, sad, as I write, the blast of the stern winter, howl over its grave. In the spring, when winter is gone, bright flowers up and bloom upon its tomb as emblematic of its resurrection when the “graves shall give up their dead.” But these flowers, too, will droop, and one at the north wind ? ? did Katie, by a ? waited from the garden of the skies. ? Sleep, sweet babe, in the arms of they Redeemer, who said “S? little children to come unto me, for of such is the kingdom of heaven.” J? in the anthems of glory sung ? the throne I ? a harp of sweet ? in the spirit of land!.
C. Q. Philadelphia, Feb. 16, 1856.
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