A long obituary in the Cambridge Jeffersonian on September 5, 1889 (page 3) reads in part:
"Mrs. Nellie Lawrence Ferguson died August 22d, 1889, at the home of her father, Hon. Wm. Lawrence, at Washington, Guernsey County, Ohio.
"She was married to Lemon M. Ferguson, Esq., July 25th, 1882, by Dr. W. V. Milligan. Mrs. Ferguson was naturally of a most gentle and lovable disposition. She was kind and affectionate towards all, and those who knew her best loved her most. Her cheerful nature and easy manner won many friends wherever she went. She lived and died without an enemy....The death of her husband, Mr. Lemon M. Ferguson, was to her a sore bereavement. They had been married but a short time and were about to establish a Christian home, when God called him to his heavenly rest. Her faith, however, enabled her to say "Thy will be done." She watched constantly at his bedside, and was forgetful of her own physical wants in her anxiety to minister personally to him during the last months of his long illness. After his death it soon became apparent to her intimate friends that she would soon follow him to the place prepared....
"Mrs. Ferguson's last sickness was in many respects much like that of her mother, Mrs. Margaret E. Lawrence, who died December 8th, 1885, with whom the writer of this sketch was intimately associated during her later years. Both suffered a great deal, but were patient and reconciled to the will of God. Both were considerate of others, and always anxious for the health of those who nursed them...
"On the last Saturday before her death she asked her father and sister to pray that she might have one more peaceful painless Sabbath day. Such prayers were offered, and abundantly answered.
That Sabbath, August 18th, was to her a day of peace and holy joy. Her pain was gone, her mind was perfectly clear and she seemed stronger than she had recently been. Her father sat at her bedside and read many selections from the scriptures. She asked for a letter which she had received a few days before from her former pastor and his wife. This she read herself. Thus the day was full of joy. It was a foretaste of the glory soon to begin, a kind of spiritual transfiguration. The peace and joy of the sanctified soul during that day rose above the weakness and pain of the languishing body. But when the Sabbath was past the physical suffering returned and continued till near the end.
"Her prayer had been that she might fall peacefully asleep to awake "in the arms of Jesus," And this prayer too was answered, so far as her friends could see and know.
"On Thursday morning, at half-past three o'clock, Jesus laid his gentle hand upon the weary heart, closed the tired eyes, and pillowed the aching head upon his bosom, as he whispered to the soul of the "house not made with hands, eternal and in the heavens....""
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"Mrs. Nellie Lawrence Ferguson died August 22d, 1889, at the home of her father, Hon. Wm. Lawrence, at Washington, Guernsey County, Ohio.
"She was married to Lemon M. Ferguson, Esq., July 25th, 1882, by Dr. W. V. Milligan. Mrs. Ferguson was naturally of a most gentle and lovable disposition. She was kind and affectionate towards all, and those who knew her best loved her most. Her cheerful nature and easy manner won many friends wherever she went. She lived and died without an enemy....The death of her husband, Mr. Lemon M. Ferguson, was to her a sore bereavement. They had been married but a short time and were about to establish a Christian home, when God called him to his heavenly rest. Her faith, however, enabled her to say "Thy will be done." She watched constantly at his bedside, and was forgetful of her own physical wants in her anxiety to minister personally to him during the last months of his long illness. After his death it soon became apparent to her intimate friends that she would soon follow him to the place prepared....
"Mrs. Ferguson's last sickness was in many respects much like that of her mother, Mrs. Margaret E. Lawrence, who died December 8th, 1885, with whom the writer of this sketch was intimately associated during her later years. Both suffered a great deal, but were patient and reconciled to the will of God. Both were considerate of others, and always anxious for the health of those who nursed them...
"On the last Saturday before her death she asked her father and sister to pray that she might have one more peaceful painless Sabbath day. Such prayers were offered, and abundantly answered.
That Sabbath, August 18th, was to her a day of peace and holy joy. Her pain was gone, her mind was perfectly clear and she seemed stronger than she had recently been. Her father sat at her bedside and read many selections from the scriptures. She asked for a letter which she had received a few days before from her former pastor and his wife. This she read herself. Thus the day was full of joy. It was a foretaste of the glory soon to begin, a kind of spiritual transfiguration. The peace and joy of the sanctified soul during that day rose above the weakness and pain of the languishing body. But when the Sabbath was past the physical suffering returned and continued till near the end.
"Her prayer had been that she might fall peacefully asleep to awake "in the arms of Jesus," And this prayer too was answered, so far as her friends could see and know.
"On Thursday morning, at half-past three o'clock, Jesus laid his gentle hand upon the weary heart, closed the tired eyes, and pillowed the aching head upon his bosom, as he whispered to the soul of the "house not made with hands, eternal and in the heavens....""
Contributor: HeatherL (48452816)
A long obituary in the Cambridge Jeffersonian on September 5, 1889 (page 3) reads in part:
"Mrs. Nellie Lawrence Ferguson died August 22d, 1889, at the home of her father, Hon. Wm. Lawrence, at Washington, Guernsey County, Ohio.
"She was married to Lemon M. Ferguson, Esq., July 25th, 1882, by Dr. W. V. Milligan. Mrs. Ferguson was naturally of a most gentle and lovable disposition. She was kind and affectionate towards all, and those who knew her best loved her most. Her cheerful nature and easy manner won many friends wherever she went. She lived and died without an enemy....The death of her husband, Mr. Lemon M. Ferguson, was to her a sore bereavement. They had been married but a short time and were about to establish a Christian home, when God called him to his heavenly rest. Her faith, however, enabled her to say "Thy will be done." She watched constantly at his bedside, and was forgetful of her own physical wants in her anxiety to minister personally to him during the last months of his long illness. After his death it soon became apparent to her intimate friends that she would soon follow him to the place prepared....
"Mrs. Ferguson's last sickness was in many respects much like that of her mother, Mrs. Margaret E. Lawrence, who died December 8th, 1885, with whom the writer of this sketch was intimately associated during her later years. Both suffered a great deal, but were patient and reconciled to the will of God. Both were considerate of others, and always anxious for the health of those who nursed them...
"On the last Saturday before her death she asked her father and sister to pray that she might have one more peaceful painless Sabbath day. Such prayers were offered, and abundantly answered.
That Sabbath, August 18th, was to her a day of peace and holy joy. Her pain was gone, her mind was perfectly clear and she seemed stronger than she had recently been. Her father sat at her bedside and read many selections from the scriptures. She asked for a letter which she had received a few days before from her former pastor and his wife. This she read herself. Thus the day was full of joy. It was a foretaste of the glory soon to begin, a kind of spiritual transfiguration. The peace and joy of the sanctified soul during that day rose above the weakness and pain of the languishing body. But when the Sabbath was past the physical suffering returned and continued till near the end.
"Her prayer had been that she might fall peacefully asleep to awake "in the arms of Jesus," And this prayer too was answered, so far as her friends could see and know.
"On Thursday morning, at half-past three o'clock, Jesus laid his gentle hand upon the weary heart, closed the tired eyes, and pillowed the aching head upon his bosom, as he whispered to the soul of the "house not made with hands, eternal and in the heavens....""
Contributor: HeatherL (48452816)
"Mrs. Nellie Lawrence Ferguson died August 22d, 1889, at the home of her father, Hon. Wm. Lawrence, at Washington, Guernsey County, Ohio.
"She was married to Lemon M. Ferguson, Esq., July 25th, 1882, by Dr. W. V. Milligan. Mrs. Ferguson was naturally of a most gentle and lovable disposition. She was kind and affectionate towards all, and those who knew her best loved her most. Her cheerful nature and easy manner won many friends wherever she went. She lived and died without an enemy....The death of her husband, Mr. Lemon M. Ferguson, was to her a sore bereavement. They had been married but a short time and were about to establish a Christian home, when God called him to his heavenly rest. Her faith, however, enabled her to say "Thy will be done." She watched constantly at his bedside, and was forgetful of her own physical wants in her anxiety to minister personally to him during the last months of his long illness. After his death it soon became apparent to her intimate friends that she would soon follow him to the place prepared....
"Mrs. Ferguson's last sickness was in many respects much like that of her mother, Mrs. Margaret E. Lawrence, who died December 8th, 1885, with whom the writer of this sketch was intimately associated during her later years. Both suffered a great deal, but were patient and reconciled to the will of God. Both were considerate of others, and always anxious for the health of those who nursed them...
"On the last Saturday before her death she asked her father and sister to pray that she might have one more peaceful painless Sabbath day. Such prayers were offered, and abundantly answered.
That Sabbath, August 18th, was to her a day of peace and holy joy. Her pain was gone, her mind was perfectly clear and she seemed stronger than she had recently been. Her father sat at her bedside and read many selections from the scriptures. She asked for a letter which she had received a few days before from her former pastor and his wife. This she read herself. Thus the day was full of joy. It was a foretaste of the glory soon to begin, a kind of spiritual transfiguration. The peace and joy of the sanctified soul during that day rose above the weakness and pain of the languishing body. But when the Sabbath was past the physical suffering returned and continued till near the end.
"Her prayer had been that she might fall peacefully asleep to awake "in the arms of Jesus," And this prayer too was answered, so far as her friends could see and know.
"On Thursday morning, at half-past three o'clock, Jesus laid his gentle hand upon the weary heart, closed the tired eyes, and pillowed the aching head upon his bosom, as he whispered to the soul of the "house not made with hands, eternal and in the heavens....""
Contributor: HeatherL (48452816)
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