Obituary of Harry & Clarisa Flaugher: (IL State Journal - 5-13-1870)
Died
On the 9th of April, 1870, HARRY FLAUGHER, infant son of A. S. and J. Flaugher, aged seven months and four days.
On the 1st inst, CLARISA, daughter of A. S. and J. Flaugher, aged 2 year, 4 months and 18 days.
Our house is all lonely
For Harry is dead;
It was in the spring time
We laid him to rest
The turf on his breast.
A rose bud all withered
That once was so fair,
We placed with a sigh
In her lonely grave.
Like the rose bud, she faded,
With life scarce begun,
And angels, bright angels,
Have called her home.
Died
On the 9th of April, 1870, HARRY FLAUGHER, infant son of A. S. and J. Flaugher, aged seven months and four days.
On the 1st inst, CLARISA, daughter of A. S. and J. Flaugher, aged 2 year, 4 months and 18 days.
Our house is all lonely
For Harry is dead;
It was in the spring time
We laid him to rest
The turf on his breast.
A rose bud all withered
That once was so fair,
We placed with a sigh
In her lonely grave.
Like the rose bud, she faded,
With life scarce begun,
And angels, bright angels,
Have called her home.
Obituary of Harry & Clarisa Flaugher: (IL State Journal - 5-13-1870)
Died
On the 9th of April, 1870, HARRY FLAUGHER, infant son of A. S. and J. Flaugher, aged seven months and four days.
On the 1st inst, CLARISA, daughter of A. S. and J. Flaugher, aged 2 year, 4 months and 18 days.
Our house is all lonely
For Harry is dead;
It was in the spring time
We laid him to rest
The turf on his breast.
A rose bud all withered
That once was so fair,
We placed with a sigh
In her lonely grave.
Like the rose bud, she faded,
With life scarce begun,
And angels, bright angels,
Have called her home.
Died
On the 9th of April, 1870, HARRY FLAUGHER, infant son of A. S. and J. Flaugher, aged seven months and four days.
On the 1st inst, CLARISA, daughter of A. S. and J. Flaugher, aged 2 year, 4 months and 18 days.
Our house is all lonely
For Harry is dead;
It was in the spring time
We laid him to rest
The turf on his breast.
A rose bud all withered
That once was so fair,
We placed with a sigh
In her lonely grave.
Like the rose bud, she faded,
With life scarce begun,
And angels, bright angels,
Have called her home.
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