1910
Bishop of Lincoln Regretted Inability to Make Frank Criticism of Poor Sermon
Cannon Scott Holland, in an appreciation of the late bishop of Lincoln, mentions that Doctor King was a bachelor, and his mother lived with him till her death. He said once, after hearing a rasping sermon that irritated him: "It is at such a time that I miss my mother." He was asked why.
"Because directly we were through the door I should have turned to her and said: 'That was a beastly sermon,' and then it would have been out, and I should have been sorry to have said it and should have begun to apologize for the sermon and to love the preacher. Now the poison is in me all the week and I can't get rid of it."
Doctor King had a delicate and subtle wit. Once, said the canon, we had all been rather swept off our feet by the vivacity of certain Hampton lectures which were laid out on rather well worn conventional lines.
The material was old, no doubt, but still it was surprising how well they went. How was it? What would King say of them? "Well, it is wonderful," he said, "how good an old pair of trousers will come out if you have laid them away for some time in a drawer."
He had hit it exactly. The trousers were green, for all their apparent sheen.
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Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
At the Memorial for Rev. Thomas De Witt Talmage, D.D.
April 1902
From Memorial Sermon by His Son, Rev. Frank De Witt Talmage, D.D.
"Sermons With Comfort In Them"
It was because my father's sermons were the products of a Spirit-filled life that the millions were able to find comfort in them. Whenever he would take a lecture trip the people would crowd about him by the thousands, uttering such greetings as "I read your sermon on 'Tears' by my baby's casket, and I have found Christ;" "I read your sermon upon 'Recognition of Friends In Heaven' to my mother when she was dying;" "I read this or that when I was in a certain trouble, and the sermon brought light to my soul."
Let no hearer or reader of this sermon think for one instant that my father's work was a man made work. My father's work was a divinely inspired work. He was called as certainly to do his work as Paul and Peter and John were called to do theirs. He was inspired by prayer and communion with God.
Would you go with me into the death chamber? His passing away was as he himself would have had it if his own wish had been consulted. He practically died in the harness. One Sunday he was preaching in Mexico, the next on his deathbed. For five long weeks he lingered, but God mercifully benumbed the worn out and tired brain. He suffered not at all. He awoke long enough to recognize and at times call for his wife and children. But conversation was an impossibility between him and the members of his family during the weary days and nights he was sick. We were all there, all except those of the family who had preceded him to the other side and who were waiting to give him a welcome. We repeated the old verse so often spoken by his own lips:
"When round my dying bed assemble those I love."
A dear old family friend uttered a sweet prayer. That was all. We watched and waited until his mortal life was lifted into the heavenly life. There were a few tears, a few callings of goodbye. He slipped away so quietly we could not tell when he was gone. He was asleep. The tired heart ceased to beat. The old sweet restful look came back to the loving face.
We laid him away for a little while in the family plot in beautiful Greenwood. As I lifted my hand over the open grave to pronounce the benediction, I said to myself, "So may we all live and labor, that when our work is done we may go to our rest in the full conviction that when we awake it will be like this glorified spirit in the likeness of his Lord."
From Memorial Sermon by His Son, Rev. Frank De Witt Talmage, D.D.
"Sermons With Comfort In Them"
It was because my father's sermons were the products of a Spirit-filled life that the millions were able to find comfort in them. Whenever he would take a lecture trip the people would crowd about him by the thousands, uttering such greetings as "I read your sermon on 'Tears' by my baby's casket, and I have found Christ;" "I read your sermon upon 'Recognition of Friends In Heaven' to my mother when she was dying;" "I read this or that when I was in a certain trouble, and the sermon brought light to my soul."
Let no hearer or reader of this sermon think for one instant that my father's work was a man made work. My father's work was a divinely inspired work. He was called as certainly to do his work as Paul and Peter and John were called to do theirs. He was inspired by prayer and communion with God.
Would you go with me into the death chamber? His passing away was as he himself would have had it if his own wish had been consulted. He practically died in the harness. One Sunday he was preaching in Mexico, the next on his deathbed. For five long weeks he lingered, but God mercifully benumbed the worn out and tired brain. He suffered not at all. He awoke long enough to recognize and at times call for his wife and children. But conversation was an impossibility between him and the members of his family during the weary days and nights he was sick. We were all there, all except those of the family who had preceded him to the other side and who were waiting to give him a welcome. We repeated the old verse so often spoken by his own lips:
"When round my dying bed assemble those I love."
A dear old family friend uttered a sweet prayer. That was all. We watched and waited until his mortal life was lifted into the heavenly life. There were a few tears, a few callings of goodbye. He slipped away so quietly we could not tell when he was gone. He was asleep. The tired heart ceased to beat. The old sweet restful look came back to the loving face.
We laid him away for a little while in the family plot in beautiful Greenwood. As I lifted my hand over the open grave to pronounce the benediction, I said to myself, "So may we all live and labor, that when our work is done we may go to our rest in the full conviction that when we awake it will be like this glorified spirit in the likeness of his Lord."
Saturday, May 12, 2007
In Memory of One Who Passed Away – "Sleeping in Jesus"
1878
IN MEMORY OF C. D. DOMBAUGH.
On Jan. 17th, C. D. Domhaugh, who from boyhood has been loved, was laid to rest in the presence of a large concourse of sorrowing friends. On Tuesday afternoon a bright winged angel visited his chamber and whispered "Gentle spirit, come away." Like one falling into a gentle sleep he passed away from earth, at an age when life's hopes are brightest and its promises seem on the verge of fulfillment, the silver cord was loosed and the golden bowl was broken. He sleeps in Jesus.
He has gone to the mansions above
To join with the glorified there;
His spirit is bathing in oceans of love,
Now free from all sorrow and care.
He's sleeping in Jesus, he rests with the blest,
His home is beyond the blue sky
Where saints of all ages will ever find rest,
And heart treasures never will die.
Brief was his stay with his friends here below,
Ere the spirit wing spread for the flight,
And the love kindled flame in his heart shed a glow
On the tomb and its shivering night.
He has gone from earth's toil, gone from its cares,
Where angels their melodies raise;
Gone to that land where the saints' fervent prayers,
Shall turn into rapturous praise.
—Daily Star, Marion, Ohio, Jan. 18, 1878, p. 1.
IN MEMORY OF C. D. DOMBAUGH.
On Jan. 17th, C. D. Domhaugh, who from boyhood has been loved, was laid to rest in the presence of a large concourse of sorrowing friends. On Tuesday afternoon a bright winged angel visited his chamber and whispered "Gentle spirit, come away." Like one falling into a gentle sleep he passed away from earth, at an age when life's hopes are brightest and its promises seem on the verge of fulfillment, the silver cord was loosed and the golden bowl was broken. He sleeps in Jesus.
He has gone to the mansions above
To join with the glorified there;
His spirit is bathing in oceans of love,
Now free from all sorrow and care.
He's sleeping in Jesus, he rests with the blest,
His home is beyond the blue sky
Where saints of all ages will ever find rest,
And heart treasures never will die.
Brief was his stay with his friends here below,
Ere the spirit wing spread for the flight,
And the love kindled flame in his heart shed a glow
On the tomb and its shivering night.
He has gone from earth's toil, gone from its cares,
Where angels their melodies raise;
Gone to that land where the saints' fervent prayers,
Shall turn into rapturous praise.
—Daily Star, Marion, Ohio, Jan. 18, 1878, p. 1.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Boy's Gratitude Was Real
1909
Has Long Cared for Grave of Men Who Been Kind to Him Many Years Ago
Rev. John Henri Sattig, pastor of St Philip's church, Dyker Heights, Brooklyn, tells this beautiful story.
"In Milford, Pa., there is an old graveyard, neglected, weed-grown and unkempt. Of all the mounds in that village of the dead only one is cared for. On that the grass is neatly trimmed, flowers bloom and never a weed appears. The visitor who looks upon this evidence of love and devotion amid so many examples of forgetfulness usually asks whose grave it is, and the sexton answers: 'The man whose body rests there had neither chick nor child. Nearly every day for the six years since the man died a boy comes here to 'tend to the grave. Winter and summer he comes. The lad is the butcher boy. The man was the only human being who ever was kind to the boy.' "
Has Long Cared for Grave of Men Who Been Kind to Him Many Years Ago
Rev. John Henri Sattig, pastor of St Philip's church, Dyker Heights, Brooklyn, tells this beautiful story.
"In Milford, Pa., there is an old graveyard, neglected, weed-grown and unkempt. Of all the mounds in that village of the dead only one is cared for. On that the grass is neatly trimmed, flowers bloom and never a weed appears. The visitor who looks upon this evidence of love and devotion amid so many examples of forgetfulness usually asks whose grave it is, and the sexton answers: 'The man whose body rests there had neither chick nor child. Nearly every day for the six years since the man died a boy comes here to 'tend to the grave. Winter and summer he comes. The lad is the butcher boy. The man was the only human being who ever was kind to the boy.' "
Monday, April 16, 2007
In Memoriam: God Thought It Best
Jamaica, 1912
IN MEMORIAM.
MACCULLOCH.—In loving memory of my dear wife MARIE IANTHE, who died on the 28th January, 1917.
Dear wife you will always be remembered,
Although God thought it best to take you home.
GEORGE.
MACCULLOCH—In ever loving memory of our dear MARIE who left us three years ago to-day.
We miss you still, though years have passed and ever in our hearts,
Sweet and loving thoughts shall linger, dwelling on the past.
MOTHER & BROTHER.
—The Gleaner, Kingston, Jamaica, January 28, 1920, page 2.
IN MEMORIAM.
MACCULLOCH.—In loving memory of my dear wife MARIE IANTHE, who died on the 28th January, 1917.
Dear wife you will always be remembered,
Although God thought it best to take you home.
GEORGE.
MACCULLOCH—In ever loving memory of our dear MARIE who left us three years ago to-day.
We miss you still, though years have passed and ever in our hearts,
Sweet and loving thoughts shall linger, dwelling on the past.
MOTHER & BROTHER.
—The Gleaner, Kingston, Jamaica, January 28, 1920, page 2.
In Memoriam: Little Does Anyone Know Our Sorrow
Indianapolis, 1912
IN MEMORIAM.
IN MEMORIAM — In loving remembrance of Martin E. Barrett, who passed away Jan. 11, 1909. Three sad years he left us, he whom we loved and cherished dear; a bitter grief, a shock severe. Friends may think the wound is healed, but little do they know the sorrow that lies within our hearts concealed. HIS LOVING WIFE, DAUGTHER, MOTHER, SISTER AND BROTHER.
—The Indianapolis Star, January 11, 1912, page 12.
IN MEMORIAM — In loving remembrance of our dear daughter and sister, Emma (Nimx) Crane, who departed this life the 6th day of Feb. 1911. We loved you, dear one, but God loved you more, and called you to Him on that beautiful shore. Day by day our longing grows to have you with us; our consolation, that we all shall meet again. We lost our dear one, one who bore her pain and sorrow with patience. May her soul rest in peace, is the prayer of her parents, sisters and brothers.
IN MEMORIAM — In loving remembrance of Gertrude Grothe, who died Feb. 11, 1889.
She is gone, but not forgotten;
Never shall her memory fade.
Sweetest thoughts shall ever linger
Round the grave where she is laid.
FROM HER DAUGHTER, MRS. ANNA BURK.
IN MEMORIAM — In loving remembrance of David Bristow, who died five years ago the 10th: Gone, but not forgotten. One who loved him. CALVE MOWWE.
—The Indianapolis Star, February 11, 1912, page 21.
IN MEMORIAM.
IN MEMORIAM — In loving remembrance of Martin E. Barrett, who passed away Jan. 11, 1909. Three sad years he left us, he whom we loved and cherished dear; a bitter grief, a shock severe. Friends may think the wound is healed, but little do they know the sorrow that lies within our hearts concealed. HIS LOVING WIFE, DAUGTHER, MOTHER, SISTER AND BROTHER.
—The Indianapolis Star, January 11, 1912, page 12.
IN MEMORIAM — In loving remembrance of our dear daughter and sister, Emma (Nimx) Crane, who departed this life the 6th day of Feb. 1911. We loved you, dear one, but God loved you more, and called you to Him on that beautiful shore. Day by day our longing grows to have you with us; our consolation, that we all shall meet again. We lost our dear one, one who bore her pain and sorrow with patience. May her soul rest in peace, is the prayer of her parents, sisters and brothers.
IN MEMORIAM — In loving remembrance of Gertrude Grothe, who died Feb. 11, 1889.
She is gone, but not forgotten;
Never shall her memory fade.
Sweetest thoughts shall ever linger
Round the grave where she is laid.
FROM HER DAUGHTER, MRS. ANNA BURK.
IN MEMORIAM — In loving remembrance of David Bristow, who died five years ago the 10th: Gone, but not forgotten. One who loved him. CALVE MOWWE.
—The Indianapolis Star, February 11, 1912, page 21.
In Memoriam: Victim of the Battleship Main
Indianapolis, 1912
IN MEMORIAM.
IN MEMORIAM — Fourteen long years ago today. In loving remembrance of Harry J. Keys, whose young life, with all its promise, was sacrificed for his country as a victim of the battle ship Maine, and robbed a mother of an only child. MRS. J. J. TURNER.
IN MEMORIAM — In loving and sad remembrance of my dear husband, Charles A. Lewis, who died Feb. 15, 1911. One year ago today since he left me. He is gone but not forgotten. WIFE.
—The Indianapolis Star, February 15, 1912, page 14.
IN MEMORIAM.
IN MEMORIAM — Fourteen long years ago today. In loving remembrance of Harry J. Keys, whose young life, with all its promise, was sacrificed for his country as a victim of the battle ship Maine, and robbed a mother of an only child. MRS. J. J. TURNER.
IN MEMORIAM — In loving and sad remembrance of my dear husband, Charles A. Lewis, who died Feb. 15, 1911. One year ago today since he left me. He is gone but not forgotten. WIFE.
—The Indianapolis Star, February 15, 1912, page 14.
In Memoriam: Departed Through the Portals of Death
Indianapolis, 1912
IN MEMORIAM.
In MEMORIAM — In loving remembrance, Feb. 4, 1912: Another year of sweet remembrance has with time's rapid flight vanished into the past, yet it seems as but yesterday, that our kind and loving daughter, Margaret Louise Mary, departed from us through the portals of death into her heavenly home. Although by her faith and trust in her Savior we are assured of her heavenly bliss, nevertheless the recalling and memory of our sweet and Christian life, affords us consolation and comfort, ever encouraging us to walk the path which will in time also bring us into the presence of our heavenly Father, there reunited with her and without separation, to enjoy the bliss of the promised heavenly life. The parents, NICHOLAS POEHLER AND KATHERINE POEHLER.
IN MEMORIAM — In loving remembrance of our son and brother, George W. Armstrong, who departed this life Feb. 4, 1907:
Oh, what could heal the grief we feel,
For hopes that come no more;
Had we ne'er heard the Scripture word,
Weep not for me, my loved ones dear,
I am not dead, but sleeping here;
As I am now you all shall be,
So be prepared to follow me;
Short was my life, long is my rest.
To take me home God thought it best.
From MAMA, PAPA, SISTER AND BROTHER.
IN MEMORIAM — In loving remembrance of Marion Kyle Owen, who passed away two years ago today:
We never miss the sunshine
Until the shadows fall;
We never miss our loved ones
'Till gone beyond recall.
God came that day to still his pain
And take our darling home again.
FROM MAMA, PAPA, SISTERS, BROTHERS AND GRANDPARENTS.
IN MEMORIAM — In loving remembrance of MRS. FANNIE DIRK, who died Feb. 4, 1908. From HUSBAND AND CHILDREN.
—The Indianapolis Star, Indianapolis, February 4, 1912, page 1 of classified section.
IN MEMORIAM.
In MEMORIAM — In loving remembrance, Feb. 4, 1912: Another year of sweet remembrance has with time's rapid flight vanished into the past, yet it seems as but yesterday, that our kind and loving daughter, Margaret Louise Mary, departed from us through the portals of death into her heavenly home. Although by her faith and trust in her Savior we are assured of her heavenly bliss, nevertheless the recalling and memory of our sweet and Christian life, affords us consolation and comfort, ever encouraging us to walk the path which will in time also bring us into the presence of our heavenly Father, there reunited with her and without separation, to enjoy the bliss of the promised heavenly life. The parents, NICHOLAS POEHLER AND KATHERINE POEHLER.
IN MEMORIAM — In loving remembrance of our son and brother, George W. Armstrong, who departed this life Feb. 4, 1907:
Oh, what could heal the grief we feel,
For hopes that come no more;
Had we ne'er heard the Scripture word,
Weep not for me, my loved ones dear,
I am not dead, but sleeping here;
As I am now you all shall be,
So be prepared to follow me;
Short was my life, long is my rest.
To take me home God thought it best.
From MAMA, PAPA, SISTER AND BROTHER.
IN MEMORIAM — In loving remembrance of Marion Kyle Owen, who passed away two years ago today:
We never miss the sunshine
Until the shadows fall;
We never miss our loved ones
'Till gone beyond recall.
God came that day to still his pain
And take our darling home again.
FROM MAMA, PAPA, SISTERS, BROTHERS AND GRANDPARENTS.
IN MEMORIAM — In loving remembrance of MRS. FANNIE DIRK, who died Feb. 4, 1908. From HUSBAND AND CHILDREN.
—The Indianapolis Star, Indianapolis, February 4, 1912, page 1 of classified section.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
In Memoriam
Indianapolis, 1921
BELL—In loving remembrance of my dear mother, Elizabeth C. Bell, who passed away one year ago today:
Gone, dear mother, gone forever;
Oh, how I miss your smiling face;
But you left me to remember,
None on earth can take your place.
Never more shall we caress you,
Never more your bright smile see,
But we know you rest with Jesus
By the peaceful crystal sea.
My heart cries each day for mother,
You were my pride and joy;
And when days are dark and friends are few,
Dear mother, how I long for you.
Your loving daughter, Mrs. C. E. Deniston.
CASADY — In loving remembrance of Mabel Casady, who died two years ago.
Though gone, you're not forgotten, Mabel,
Nor shall you ever be.
The loving hearts you left behind
Grieve silently for thee,
Sadly missed by mother, father, sister, and son.
LINGENFELTER — In loving remembrance for our dear wife and mother, Alice N. Lingenfelter, who passed away May 23, 1910. You are not dead, but sleeping in the beautiful isle of somewhere. W. H. Lingenfelter, Daisy Coy.
MAY — In loving remembrance of a dear baby, Thelma Marie May, who passed away one year ago today. A shadow fell across our light when death the reaper came and took our darling baby away from earthly care and pain. Sadly missed by mother and father.
PRINTZLER — In loving remembrance of my dear mother, Sophia Printzler, who died one year ago today.
Today recalls sad memories
Of a loved one gone to rest;
Those who think of her today
Are those who loved her best.
From her daughter, Mrs. Cress Rice.
—The Indianapolis Star, Indianapolis, Indiana, May 22, 1921, page 1 of Want Ads section.
BELL—In loving remembrance of my dear mother, Elizabeth C. Bell, who passed away one year ago today:
Gone, dear mother, gone forever;
Oh, how I miss your smiling face;
But you left me to remember,
None on earth can take your place.
Never more shall we caress you,
Never more your bright smile see,
But we know you rest with Jesus
By the peaceful crystal sea.
My heart cries each day for mother,
You were my pride and joy;
And when days are dark and friends are few,
Dear mother, how I long for you.
Your loving daughter, Mrs. C. E. Deniston.
CASADY — In loving remembrance of Mabel Casady, who died two years ago.
Though gone, you're not forgotten, Mabel,
Nor shall you ever be.
The loving hearts you left behind
Grieve silently for thee,
Sadly missed by mother, father, sister, and son.
LINGENFELTER — In loving remembrance for our dear wife and mother, Alice N. Lingenfelter, who passed away May 23, 1910. You are not dead, but sleeping in the beautiful isle of somewhere. W. H. Lingenfelter, Daisy Coy.
MAY — In loving remembrance of a dear baby, Thelma Marie May, who passed away one year ago today. A shadow fell across our light when death the reaper came and took our darling baby away from earthly care and pain. Sadly missed by mother and father.
PRINTZLER — In loving remembrance of my dear mother, Sophia Printzler, who died one year ago today.
Today recalls sad memories
Of a loved one gone to rest;
Those who think of her today
Are those who loved her best.
From her daughter, Mrs. Cress Rice.
—The Indianapolis Star, Indianapolis, Indiana, May 22, 1921, page 1 of Want Ads section.
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