Daughter of George and Catherine Routt Hampton.
A Tribute
The incidence so well related by Col. S. M. Boone, in the life of Marcus Lisle makes me glad that the noble mother of the faithful son has not been forgotten. “Childhood days now pass forgotten.” “Forms and scenes of long ago crowd memory’s walls,” and one of the most vivid pictures is the form and face of Easter Hampton Lisle.
Life had not been what she expected it, but upon the faithful features there were few lines of deep trouble. Not a murmur ever passed the thin, white lips; she scarcely paused to send a regret into the grave of the past.
She loved her children and the example and words of encouragement always brought them nearer to her side. And when thirty-three years ago, a dear boy was laid in the weary arms, perhaps she dreamed of the success she did not live to see.
She was never impatient and the course events took were only the fulfilling of the divine plan. Who knows the hopes that lived when she saw the success attendant upon his youth. She passed away before she could behold the battles he fought and won upon this earth.
Noble quiet woman! We can almost hear the words of welcome, and the first question asked when heaven’s home was reached, “Where’s Mother?”
Fannie F. Stryker Windsor, Mo.
The Winchester Democrat, Tuesday, September 4, 1894
A Tribute
The incidence so well related by Col. S. M. Boone, in the life of Marcus Lisle makes me glad that the noble mother of the faithful son has not been forgotten. “Childhood days now pass forgotten.” “Forms and scenes of long ago crowd memory’s walls,” and one of the most vivid pictures is the form and face of Easter Hampton Lisle.
Life had not been what she expected it, but upon the faithful features there were few lines of deep trouble. Not a murmur ever passed the thin, white lips; she scarcely paused to send a regret into the grave of the past.
She loved her children and the example and words of encouragement always brought them nearer to her side. And when thirty-three years ago, a dear boy was laid in the weary arms, perhaps she dreamed of the success she did not live to see.
She was never impatient and the course events took were only the fulfilling of the divine plan. Who knows the hopes that lived when she saw the success attendant upon his youth. She passed away before she could behold the battles he fought and won upon this earth.
Noble quiet woman! We can almost hear the words of welcome, and the first question asked when heaven’s home was reached, “Where’s Mother?”
Fannie F. Stryker Windsor, Mo.
The Winchester Democrat, Tuesday, September 4, 1894
Daughter of George and Catherine Routt Hampton.
A Tribute
The incidence so well related by Col. S. M. Boone, in the life of Marcus Lisle makes me glad that the noble mother of the faithful son has not been forgotten. “Childhood days now pass forgotten.” “Forms and scenes of long ago crowd memory’s walls,” and one of the most vivid pictures is the form and face of Easter Hampton Lisle.
Life had not been what she expected it, but upon the faithful features there were few lines of deep trouble. Not a murmur ever passed the thin, white lips; she scarcely paused to send a regret into the grave of the past.
She loved her children and the example and words of encouragement always brought them nearer to her side. And when thirty-three years ago, a dear boy was laid in the weary arms, perhaps she dreamed of the success she did not live to see.
She was never impatient and the course events took were only the fulfilling of the divine plan. Who knows the hopes that lived when she saw the success attendant upon his youth. She passed away before she could behold the battles he fought and won upon this earth.
Noble quiet woman! We can almost hear the words of welcome, and the first question asked when heaven’s home was reached, “Where’s Mother?”
Fannie F. Stryker Windsor, Mo.
The Winchester Democrat, Tuesday, September 4, 1894
A Tribute
The incidence so well related by Col. S. M. Boone, in the life of Marcus Lisle makes me glad that the noble mother of the faithful son has not been forgotten. “Childhood days now pass forgotten.” “Forms and scenes of long ago crowd memory’s walls,” and one of the most vivid pictures is the form and face of Easter Hampton Lisle.
Life had not been what she expected it, but upon the faithful features there were few lines of deep trouble. Not a murmur ever passed the thin, white lips; she scarcely paused to send a regret into the grave of the past.
She loved her children and the example and words of encouragement always brought them nearer to her side. And when thirty-three years ago, a dear boy was laid in the weary arms, perhaps she dreamed of the success she did not live to see.
She was never impatient and the course events took were only the fulfilling of the divine plan. Who knows the hopes that lived when she saw the success attendant upon his youth. She passed away before she could behold the battles he fought and won upon this earth.
Noble quiet woman! We can almost hear the words of welcome, and the first question asked when heaven’s home was reached, “Where’s Mother?”
Fannie F. Stryker Windsor, Mo.
The Winchester Democrat, Tuesday, September 4, 1894
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