It is thought that she went by her middle name.
Native of Cala
Placer Weekly Argus
May 9, 1874
Saturday
Funeral—Nearly every girl and boy and lady and gentleman in the town of Auburn and vicinity attended the funeral service and burial of the daughter of W. B. Lyon on Sunday last, who died on Saturday after a lingering illness of a few weeks. The Band of Hope, composed of the little juveniles of our town, marched in twos to the graveyard, and the scene both in the church and at the grave was most affecting. Quite a number of the little class and schoolmates of the deceased wept unremittingly, and many an older eye was wet and silent tears dropped by those who thought of the bright and promising little favorite. As the funeral cortege passed through our town, escorted by young and old on foot principally, every store was closed in respect to the occasion except one. The music at the church was very affecting and appropriate, and at the grave the soft and gentle voices of the children echoed through the still woods as they sang "Beautiful River." We heartily condole with the bereaved parents and friends in this the hour of their affliction.
Beautiful River
By: Robert Wadsworth Lowry
And he showed me a pure River of Water of Life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the Throne of God and of the Lamb." -- Rev. xxii. 1
Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?
CHORUS.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever,
All the happy, golden day.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the bosom of the river,
Where the Saviour-king we own,
We shall meet, and sorrow never
'Neath the glory of the throne. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
At the smiling of the river,
Rippling with the Saviour's face,
Saints, whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Soon we'll reach the shining river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease,
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Native of Cala
Placer Weekly Argus
May 9, 1874
Saturday
Funeral—Nearly every girl and boy and lady and gentleman in the town of Auburn and vicinity attended the funeral service and burial of the daughter of W. B. Lyon on Sunday last, who died on Saturday after a lingering illness of a few weeks. The Band of Hope, composed of the little juveniles of our town, marched in twos to the graveyard, and the scene both in the church and at the grave was most affecting. Quite a number of the little class and schoolmates of the deceased wept unremittingly, and many an older eye was wet and silent tears dropped by those who thought of the bright and promising little favorite. As the funeral cortege passed through our town, escorted by young and old on foot principally, every store was closed in respect to the occasion except one. The music at the church was very affecting and appropriate, and at the grave the soft and gentle voices of the children echoed through the still woods as they sang "Beautiful River." We heartily condole with the bereaved parents and friends in this the hour of their affliction.
Beautiful River
By: Robert Wadsworth Lowry
And he showed me a pure River of Water of Life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the Throne of God and of the Lamb." -- Rev. xxii. 1
Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?
CHORUS.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever,
All the happy, golden day.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the bosom of the river,
Where the Saviour-king we own,
We shall meet, and sorrow never
'Neath the glory of the throne. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
At the smiling of the river,
Rippling with the Saviour's face,
Saints, whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Soon we'll reach the shining river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease,
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
It is thought that she went by her middle name.
Native of Cala
Placer Weekly Argus
May 9, 1874
Saturday
Funeral—Nearly every girl and boy and lady and gentleman in the town of Auburn and vicinity attended the funeral service and burial of the daughter of W. B. Lyon on Sunday last, who died on Saturday after a lingering illness of a few weeks. The Band of Hope, composed of the little juveniles of our town, marched in twos to the graveyard, and the scene both in the church and at the grave was most affecting. Quite a number of the little class and schoolmates of the deceased wept unremittingly, and many an older eye was wet and silent tears dropped by those who thought of the bright and promising little favorite. As the funeral cortege passed through our town, escorted by young and old on foot principally, every store was closed in respect to the occasion except one. The music at the church was very affecting and appropriate, and at the grave the soft and gentle voices of the children echoed through the still woods as they sang "Beautiful River." We heartily condole with the bereaved parents and friends in this the hour of their affliction.
Beautiful River
By: Robert Wadsworth Lowry
And he showed me a pure River of Water of Life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the Throne of God and of the Lamb." -- Rev. xxii. 1
Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?
CHORUS.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever,
All the happy, golden day.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the bosom of the river,
Where the Saviour-king we own,
We shall meet, and sorrow never
'Neath the glory of the throne. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
At the smiling of the river,
Rippling with the Saviour's face,
Saints, whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Soon we'll reach the shining river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease,
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Native of Cala
Placer Weekly Argus
May 9, 1874
Saturday
Funeral—Nearly every girl and boy and lady and gentleman in the town of Auburn and vicinity attended the funeral service and burial of the daughter of W. B. Lyon on Sunday last, who died on Saturday after a lingering illness of a few weeks. The Band of Hope, composed of the little juveniles of our town, marched in twos to the graveyard, and the scene both in the church and at the grave was most affecting. Quite a number of the little class and schoolmates of the deceased wept unremittingly, and many an older eye was wet and silent tears dropped by those who thought of the bright and promising little favorite. As the funeral cortege passed through our town, escorted by young and old on foot principally, every store was closed in respect to the occasion except one. The music at the church was very affecting and appropriate, and at the grave the soft and gentle voices of the children echoed through the still woods as they sang "Beautiful River." We heartily condole with the bereaved parents and friends in this the hour of their affliction.
Beautiful River
By: Robert Wadsworth Lowry
And he showed me a pure River of Water of Life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the Throne of God and of the Lamb." -- Rev. xxii. 1
Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?
CHORUS.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever,
All the happy, golden day.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
On the bosom of the river,
Where the Saviour-king we own,
We shall meet, and sorrow never
'Neath the glory of the throne. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
At the smiling of the river,
Rippling with the Saviour's face,
Saints, whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
Soon we'll reach the shining river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease,
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace. Cho.
Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.
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