SEMI-WEEKLY INTERIOR JOURNAL, STANFORD, KY., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 1893
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DEATH'S DOINGS
Death came to the relief of Mrs. Abe VanArsdale McRoberts at 4 o'clock yesterday morning and her tired spirit took its flight to the house not made with hands, eternal in the Heavens. A little over nine years ago she became the wife of Mr. H. J. McRoberts, and no couple lived together more happily than they. She was a true wife in every sense of the word and the sweet incense of her memory will serve to cheer to some extent the heart broken husband in the dreary hours that must be his. A good wife is more to be prized than jewels and the loss of one is the severest affliction that can be felt by man, and those who have experienced it can sympathize as no others can with the bereaved husband. Mrs. McRoberts was born Jan. 27, 1857, in Harrodsburg, and at the age of 15 professed religion and joined the Presbyterian church, of which she remained a faithful and earnest member to the end. Foremost in church work and ever ready to do her full share of anything that would advance the cause of her Master, her loss will be felt by the congregation here, which held her in high esteem. For more than a year consumption has gnawed at her vitals, but sustained by the grace of the God she loved, she murmured not. She retained consciousness to the last and left many loving messages to friends to meet her in Heaven. The funeral sermon will be preached at the Presbyterian church this, Friday, afternoon at 2:30 by Rev. W. A. Slaymaker, after which all that is mortal will be consigned to the earth in Buffalo Cemetery.
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 1893
In Memory Of Mrs. H. J. McRoberts
On the morning of Nov. 23d, as gloom of night was passing away, before the dawn of the coming day, one of the gentlest, purest spirits that has ever dwelt in our midst, passed from the darkness of sin and death of this world into the home of which it is said, "There is no night there."
For her the "Sun of Righteousness" has forever driven away all gloom and in the choir of the upper temple she is now adoring in higher notes Him whom she so loved to praise in His earthly temple.
To Mrs. Abe VanArsdale McRoberts death was all gain. For years she had lived as "Seeing Him who is invisible" and when the summons came to her it was simply exchanging faith for sight.
She was a model woman in every relation; as a friend she was sincere, tender, unchangable; as a wife helpful, loving, true; as a christian, earnest, zealous, consecrated; even when dark shadows of death were settling upon her, in the thoughtfulness for others that characterized her life, she spent her last moments in giving loving commissions to be discharged when she would be at rest.
To friends, husband and church she has left a void which God alone can fill.
In her last days she often complained of weariness and when a friend recited "Safe in the arms of Jesus," her response was "Yes, yes, yes," and like a weary child fell asleep upon His breast.
(Kentuckiana Digital Library)
Page 1
DEATH'S DOINGS
Death came to the relief of Mrs. Abe VanArsdale McRoberts at 4 o'clock yesterday morning and her tired spirit took its flight to the house not made with hands, eternal in the Heavens. A little over nine years ago she became the wife of Mr. H. J. McRoberts, and no couple lived together more happily than they. She was a true wife in every sense of the word and the sweet incense of her memory will serve to cheer to some extent the heart broken husband in the dreary hours that must be his. A good wife is more to be prized than jewels and the loss of one is the severest affliction that can be felt by man, and those who have experienced it can sympathize as no others can with the bereaved husband. Mrs. McRoberts was born Jan. 27, 1857, in Harrodsburg, and at the age of 15 professed religion and joined the Presbyterian church, of which she remained a faithful and earnest member to the end. Foremost in church work and ever ready to do her full share of anything that would advance the cause of her Master, her loss will be felt by the congregation here, which held her in high esteem. For more than a year consumption has gnawed at her vitals, but sustained by the grace of the God she loved, she murmured not. She retained consciousness to the last and left many loving messages to friends to meet her in Heaven. The funeral sermon will be preached at the Presbyterian church this, Friday, afternoon at 2:30 by Rev. W. A. Slaymaker, after which all that is mortal will be consigned to the earth in Buffalo Cemetery.
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 1893
In Memory Of Mrs. H. J. McRoberts
On the morning of Nov. 23d, as gloom of night was passing away, before the dawn of the coming day, one of the gentlest, purest spirits that has ever dwelt in our midst, passed from the darkness of sin and death of this world into the home of which it is said, "There is no night there."
For her the "Sun of Righteousness" has forever driven away all gloom and in the choir of the upper temple she is now adoring in higher notes Him whom she so loved to praise in His earthly temple.
To Mrs. Abe VanArsdale McRoberts death was all gain. For years she had lived as "Seeing Him who is invisible" and when the summons came to her it was simply exchanging faith for sight.
She was a model woman in every relation; as a friend she was sincere, tender, unchangable; as a wife helpful, loving, true; as a christian, earnest, zealous, consecrated; even when dark shadows of death were settling upon her, in the thoughtfulness for others that characterized her life, she spent her last moments in giving loving commissions to be discharged when she would be at rest.
To friends, husband and church she has left a void which God alone can fill.
In her last days she often complained of weariness and when a friend recited "Safe in the arms of Jesus," her response was "Yes, yes, yes," and like a weary child fell asleep upon His breast.
(Kentuckiana Digital Library)
SEMI-WEEKLY INTERIOR JOURNAL, STANFORD, KY., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 24, 1893
Page 1
DEATH'S DOINGS
Death came to the relief of Mrs. Abe VanArsdale McRoberts at 4 o'clock yesterday morning and her tired spirit took its flight to the house not made with hands, eternal in the Heavens. A little over nine years ago she became the wife of Mr. H. J. McRoberts, and no couple lived together more happily than they. She was a true wife in every sense of the word and the sweet incense of her memory will serve to cheer to some extent the heart broken husband in the dreary hours that must be his. A good wife is more to be prized than jewels and the loss of one is the severest affliction that can be felt by man, and those who have experienced it can sympathize as no others can with the bereaved husband. Mrs. McRoberts was born Jan. 27, 1857, in Harrodsburg, and at the age of 15 professed religion and joined the Presbyterian church, of which she remained a faithful and earnest member to the end. Foremost in church work and ever ready to do her full share of anything that would advance the cause of her Master, her loss will be felt by the congregation here, which held her in high esteem. For more than a year consumption has gnawed at her vitals, but sustained by the grace of the God she loved, she murmured not. She retained consciousness to the last and left many loving messages to friends to meet her in Heaven. The funeral sermon will be preached at the Presbyterian church this, Friday, afternoon at 2:30 by Rev. W. A. Slaymaker, after which all that is mortal will be consigned to the earth in Buffalo Cemetery.
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 1893
In Memory Of Mrs. H. J. McRoberts
On the morning of Nov. 23d, as gloom of night was passing away, before the dawn of the coming day, one of the gentlest, purest spirits that has ever dwelt in our midst, passed from the darkness of sin and death of this world into the home of which it is said, "There is no night there."
For her the "Sun of Righteousness" has forever driven away all gloom and in the choir of the upper temple she is now adoring in higher notes Him whom she so loved to praise in His earthly temple.
To Mrs. Abe VanArsdale McRoberts death was all gain. For years she had lived as "Seeing Him who is invisible" and when the summons came to her it was simply exchanging faith for sight.
She was a model woman in every relation; as a friend she was sincere, tender, unchangable; as a wife helpful, loving, true; as a christian, earnest, zealous, consecrated; even when dark shadows of death were settling upon her, in the thoughtfulness for others that characterized her life, she spent her last moments in giving loving commissions to be discharged when she would be at rest.
To friends, husband and church she has left a void which God alone can fill.
In her last days she often complained of weariness and when a friend recited "Safe in the arms of Jesus," her response was "Yes, yes, yes," and like a weary child fell asleep upon His breast.
(Kentuckiana Digital Library)
Page 1
DEATH'S DOINGS
Death came to the relief of Mrs. Abe VanArsdale McRoberts at 4 o'clock yesterday morning and her tired spirit took its flight to the house not made with hands, eternal in the Heavens. A little over nine years ago she became the wife of Mr. H. J. McRoberts, and no couple lived together more happily than they. She was a true wife in every sense of the word and the sweet incense of her memory will serve to cheer to some extent the heart broken husband in the dreary hours that must be his. A good wife is more to be prized than jewels and the loss of one is the severest affliction that can be felt by man, and those who have experienced it can sympathize as no others can with the bereaved husband. Mrs. McRoberts was born Jan. 27, 1857, in Harrodsburg, and at the age of 15 professed religion and joined the Presbyterian church, of which she remained a faithful and earnest member to the end. Foremost in church work and ever ready to do her full share of anything that would advance the cause of her Master, her loss will be felt by the congregation here, which held her in high esteem. For more than a year consumption has gnawed at her vitals, but sustained by the grace of the God she loved, she murmured not. She retained consciousness to the last and left many loving messages to friends to meet her in Heaven. The funeral sermon will be preached at the Presbyterian church this, Friday, afternoon at 2:30 by Rev. W. A. Slaymaker, after which all that is mortal will be consigned to the earth in Buffalo Cemetery.
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 1893
In Memory Of Mrs. H. J. McRoberts
On the morning of Nov. 23d, as gloom of night was passing away, before the dawn of the coming day, one of the gentlest, purest spirits that has ever dwelt in our midst, passed from the darkness of sin and death of this world into the home of which it is said, "There is no night there."
For her the "Sun of Righteousness" has forever driven away all gloom and in the choir of the upper temple she is now adoring in higher notes Him whom she so loved to praise in His earthly temple.
To Mrs. Abe VanArsdale McRoberts death was all gain. For years she had lived as "Seeing Him who is invisible" and when the summons came to her it was simply exchanging faith for sight.
She was a model woman in every relation; as a friend she was sincere, tender, unchangable; as a wife helpful, loving, true; as a christian, earnest, zealous, consecrated; even when dark shadows of death were settling upon her, in the thoughtfulness for others that characterized her life, she spent her last moments in giving loving commissions to be discharged when she would be at rest.
To friends, husband and church she has left a void which God alone can fill.
In her last days she often complained of weariness and when a friend recited "Safe in the arms of Jesus," her response was "Yes, yes, yes," and like a weary child fell asleep upon His breast.
(Kentuckiana Digital Library)
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