Daughter of Hiram Davis Colvin and Zorada Jane Barker; wife of the Rev. Daniel Bowen whom she married 15 Dec 1859 in Rochester, Monroe Co., NY; mother of Carroll Everett Bowen.
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Tombstone Inscriptions from Section S of Mt. Hope Cemetery, Rochester, New York:
BOWEN, Jeannie C., wife of Daniel and dau. of H. D. & Z. J. COLVIN; d Feb 9, 1861 æ 26y
Either this marker or another in Hingham, Plymouth Co, MA, obviously must be a memorial centograph.
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From "The Monthly Journal of the American Unitarian Association" [American Unitarian Association at Walker, Wise, & Co.'s, Boston, 1861, printed by John Wilson and Son, Boston], Vol. II, p.p. 174-176:
IN MEMORIAM
Died in Hingham, Feb. 9, Mrs. J. C., wife of Rev. Daniel Bowen
Only a little more than thirteen months have elapsed since our beloved friend Mrs. Bowen was introduced as the bride of our new pastor. It was on the evening of his ordination-day. All the parish assembled to welcome them both. Mrs. Bowen was a stranger; but such was the sweetness of her manners, and fitness of her deportment, towards all, that all went from her presence sure they had found in her a friend.
The old man of fourscore and the little child of four years rejoiced that they had seen her. It was the power of self-forgetfulness, the legitimate result of a heart tenderly awake to the welfare of all to whom her influence might extend, that made her the blessing she was to the whole parish. The sick and neglected knew they had in her a sympathizing friend.
The children of the parish cherish her memory with affection; for, in this "little year," she had fixed her throne in their hearts. To her Sunday-school class she went with the same devotedness which she carried into every duty; and those little ones who gathered around her will not soon forget the accents of loving wisdom which fell from her lips.
On how many world-worn spirits her words of affectionate interest fell as dew up on the parched ground, softening their hearts! "How strange it is," said one of these, "that Mrs. Bowen cares so much for me! She always says some pleasant thing that makes me feel happy whenever I see her; and she seems to do it because she cares for me, and cannot help doing it." This was the secret of that power which her every word possessed. She gave herself; never forgetting, "the gift without the giver is bare."
It was this atmosphere of love diffused over her whole life that caused her departure from earth to put, not the parish only, but the whole community in mourning. We feel that a sacred presence is withdrawn, that we are poorer, now that she is gone. With her undimmed spiritual vision was combined a deeper intellectual culture than is often found. Her discrimination of character, her discernment of ethical distinctions, was delicate. Her love of nature was a pervading influence. There was nothing in her manners that we wished to alter.
Other persons have excellences at the expense of defects; but her character was symmetrical. Now that she is gone, our tender love has become a kind of worship. It will be long before the memory of that "tenement of clay," still beautiful with the impress of the departed spirit, will fade from our hearts.
We have spoken of her only in relation to the parish and the community at large. If our sorrow is so profound, what must be the anguish in that sanctuary which was her home? May our stricken friend realize, in his sad loneliness, that the purity which loved him on earth still continues to love him in that higher sphere to which she has gone!
A PARISHIONER
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Tombstone Inscriptions from Section S of Mt. Hope Cemetery, Rochester, New York:
BOWEN, Jeannie C., wife of Daniel and dau. of H. D. & Z. J. COLVIN; d Feb 9, 1861 æ 26y
Either this marker or another in Hingham, Plymouth Co, MA, obviously must be a memorial centograph.
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From "The Monthly Journal of the American Unitarian Association" [American Unitarian Association at Walker, Wise, & Co.'s, Boston, 1861, printed by John Wilson and Son, Boston], Vol. II, p.p. 174-176:
IN MEMORIAM
Died in Hingham, Feb. 9, Mrs. J. C., wife of Rev. Daniel Bowen
Only a little more than thirteen months have elapsed since our beloved friend Mrs. Bowen was introduced as the bride of our new pastor. It was on the evening of his ordination-day. All the parish assembled to welcome them both. Mrs. Bowen was a stranger; but such was the sweetness of her manners, and fitness of her deportment, towards all, that all went from her presence sure they had found in her a friend.
The old man of fourscore and the little child of four years rejoiced that they had seen her. It was the power of self-forgetfulness, the legitimate result of a heart tenderly awake to the welfare of all to whom her influence might extend, that made her the blessing she was to the whole parish. The sick and neglected knew they had in her a sympathizing friend.
The children of the parish cherish her memory with affection; for, in this "little year," she had fixed her throne in their hearts. To her Sunday-school class she went with the same devotedness which she carried into every duty; and those little ones who gathered around her will not soon forget the accents of loving wisdom which fell from her lips.
On how many world-worn spirits her words of affectionate interest fell as dew up on the parched ground, softening their hearts! "How strange it is," said one of these, "that Mrs. Bowen cares so much for me! She always says some pleasant thing that makes me feel happy whenever I see her; and she seems to do it because she cares for me, and cannot help doing it." This was the secret of that power which her every word possessed. She gave herself; never forgetting, "the gift without the giver is bare."
It was this atmosphere of love diffused over her whole life that caused her departure from earth to put, not the parish only, but the whole community in mourning. We feel that a sacred presence is withdrawn, that we are poorer, now that she is gone. With her undimmed spiritual vision was combined a deeper intellectual culture than is often found. Her discrimination of character, her discernment of ethical distinctions, was delicate. Her love of nature was a pervading influence. There was nothing in her manners that we wished to alter.
Other persons have excellences at the expense of defects; but her character was symmetrical. Now that she is gone, our tender love has become a kind of worship. It will be long before the memory of that "tenement of clay," still beautiful with the impress of the departed spirit, will fade from our hearts.
We have spoken of her only in relation to the parish and the community at large. If our sorrow is so profound, what must be the anguish in that sanctuary which was her home? May our stricken friend realize, in his sad loneliness, that the purity which loved him on earth still continues to love him in that higher sphere to which she has gone!
A PARISHIONER
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Daughter of Hiram Davis Colvin and Zorada Jane Barker; wife of the Rev. Daniel Bowen whom she married 15 Dec 1859 in Rochester, Monroe Co., NY; mother of Carroll Everett Bowen.
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Tombstone Inscriptions from Section S of Mt. Hope Cemetery, Rochester, New York:
BOWEN, Jeannie C., wife of Daniel and dau. of H. D. & Z. J. COLVIN; d Feb 9, 1861 æ 26y
Either this marker or another in Hingham, Plymouth Co, MA, obviously must be a memorial centograph.
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From "The Monthly Journal of the American Unitarian Association" [American Unitarian Association at Walker, Wise, & Co.'s, Boston, 1861, printed by John Wilson and Son, Boston], Vol. II, p.p. 174-176:
IN MEMORIAM
Died in Hingham, Feb. 9, Mrs. J. C., wife of Rev. Daniel Bowen
Only a little more than thirteen months have elapsed since our beloved friend Mrs. Bowen was introduced as the bride of our new pastor. It was on the evening of his ordination-day. All the parish assembled to welcome them both. Mrs. Bowen was a stranger; but such was the sweetness of her manners, and fitness of her deportment, towards all, that all went from her presence sure they had found in her a friend.
The old man of fourscore and the little child of four years rejoiced that they had seen her. It was the power of self-forgetfulness, the legitimate result of a heart tenderly awake to the welfare of all to whom her influence might extend, that made her the blessing she was to the whole parish. The sick and neglected knew they had in her a sympathizing friend.
The children of the parish cherish her memory with affection; for, in this "little year," she had fixed her throne in their hearts. To her Sunday-school class she went with the same devotedness which she carried into every duty; and those little ones who gathered around her will not soon forget the accents of loving wisdom which fell from her lips.
On how many world-worn spirits her words of affectionate interest fell as dew up on the parched ground, softening their hearts! "How strange it is," said one of these, "that Mrs. Bowen cares so much for me! She always says some pleasant thing that makes me feel happy whenever I see her; and she seems to do it because she cares for me, and cannot help doing it." This was the secret of that power which her every word possessed. She gave herself; never forgetting, "the gift without the giver is bare."
It was this atmosphere of love diffused over her whole life that caused her departure from earth to put, not the parish only, but the whole community in mourning. We feel that a sacred presence is withdrawn, that we are poorer, now that she is gone. With her undimmed spiritual vision was combined a deeper intellectual culture than is often found. Her discrimination of character, her discernment of ethical distinctions, was delicate. Her love of nature was a pervading influence. There was nothing in her manners that we wished to alter.
Other persons have excellences at the expense of defects; but her character was symmetrical. Now that she is gone, our tender love has become a kind of worship. It will be long before the memory of that "tenement of clay," still beautiful with the impress of the departed spirit, will fade from our hearts.
We have spoken of her only in relation to the parish and the community at large. If our sorrow is so profound, what must be the anguish in that sanctuary which was her home? May our stricken friend realize, in his sad loneliness, that the purity which loved him on earth still continues to love him in that higher sphere to which she has gone!
A PARISHIONER
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Note: Paragraphing added to the original eulogy for easier reading.
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Tombstone Inscriptions from Section S of Mt. Hope Cemetery, Rochester, New York:
BOWEN, Jeannie C., wife of Daniel and dau. of H. D. & Z. J. COLVIN; d Feb 9, 1861 æ 26y
Either this marker or another in Hingham, Plymouth Co, MA, obviously must be a memorial centograph.
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From "The Monthly Journal of the American Unitarian Association" [American Unitarian Association at Walker, Wise, & Co.'s, Boston, 1861, printed by John Wilson and Son, Boston], Vol. II, p.p. 174-176:
IN MEMORIAM
Died in Hingham, Feb. 9, Mrs. J. C., wife of Rev. Daniel Bowen
Only a little more than thirteen months have elapsed since our beloved friend Mrs. Bowen was introduced as the bride of our new pastor. It was on the evening of his ordination-day. All the parish assembled to welcome them both. Mrs. Bowen was a stranger; but such was the sweetness of her manners, and fitness of her deportment, towards all, that all went from her presence sure they had found in her a friend.
The old man of fourscore and the little child of four years rejoiced that they had seen her. It was the power of self-forgetfulness, the legitimate result of a heart tenderly awake to the welfare of all to whom her influence might extend, that made her the blessing she was to the whole parish. The sick and neglected knew they had in her a sympathizing friend.
The children of the parish cherish her memory with affection; for, in this "little year," she had fixed her throne in their hearts. To her Sunday-school class she went with the same devotedness which she carried into every duty; and those little ones who gathered around her will not soon forget the accents of loving wisdom which fell from her lips.
On how many world-worn spirits her words of affectionate interest fell as dew up on the parched ground, softening their hearts! "How strange it is," said one of these, "that Mrs. Bowen cares so much for me! She always says some pleasant thing that makes me feel happy whenever I see her; and she seems to do it because she cares for me, and cannot help doing it." This was the secret of that power which her every word possessed. She gave herself; never forgetting, "the gift without the giver is bare."
It was this atmosphere of love diffused over her whole life that caused her departure from earth to put, not the parish only, but the whole community in mourning. We feel that a sacred presence is withdrawn, that we are poorer, now that she is gone. With her undimmed spiritual vision was combined a deeper intellectual culture than is often found. Her discrimination of character, her discernment of ethical distinctions, was delicate. Her love of nature was a pervading influence. There was nothing in her manners that we wished to alter.
Other persons have excellences at the expense of defects; but her character was symmetrical. Now that she is gone, our tender love has become a kind of worship. It will be long before the memory of that "tenement of clay," still beautiful with the impress of the departed spirit, will fade from our hearts.
We have spoken of her only in relation to the parish and the community at large. If our sorrow is so profound, what must be the anguish in that sanctuary which was her home? May our stricken friend realize, in his sad loneliness, that the purity which loved him on earth still continues to love him in that higher sphere to which she has gone!
A PARISHIONER
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Note: Paragraphing added to the original eulogy for easier reading.
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