Rensselaer Republican, Volume 13, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 February 1881 — Obituary. [ARTICLE]

Obituary.

Dlad in Kentland, Indiana Feb. 17 1881, Mrs. Harriet H. French, wife of Jno. French ofthe Kentland Gazette and mother of Rev. Mrs. A. Wood, ofßenssebter Indiana, aged 51 years. She was converted in childhood and uuited with the Methodist Episcopal church at the age of 14 years. In the year 1870 under t‘ • niching nf tlie sainted William Campbell, formerly «f this county, she was Is I <> s»ek, and . btai-i the blessing of <n*u tiflcation and lived a holy life till the time of death, as all who knew ner will testify. Her illne<s was protracted and very severe, yet she bore all of her suffering* w ith true Christaiu fortitudeOften during her illness, she was made to rejoice and shout the high praises of Him who hail redeemed her and washed her in his own blood. She exhorted all who visited her bedside to seek the savior and especially did she exhort professing Christians to go on to ]»erfection. Tlie duy before she died she was exceedingly happy in the lore of God -and, though so emaciated and weak she could hardly speak nl>ove a whisper, she was heard' Io say: "I am washed in tlie blood of the Lamb. I am whiter than snow. Gloiy, Glory, Jesus comes to take me”. She gave xlireclii ns concerning her «.wn funeral, choosing the scripture text. Fhe was an sffiectionaie wife, a loving mother, and one greatly loved by all who knew her. She leaves a husband and five children to m urn, but they mourn, not as those that have no hope, and they realize that their loss b* her eternal gain. “I know thou ha«t zona to the home of thy rest. Then why should n>y aoiil be sosadl I know thou lia*tX'>»e where the weary are blest. And the mourner leaks up and is glad. Where love has plit off in the land of its birth. The stains it has gathered in this. And hope, the sing.-i-that gladde is the earth. Lies asleep on the bosom of bliss. I know thou hast gone w here thy forehead 1 > starr'd With the beauty that dwelt in thy so tl, W here the light of thy loveliness can not be marrd. Nor the heart be flung from Its goal. 1 know thou hast drunk of the I-ethe that flows. Through a land where they do not forget. That sheds over memory only repose, Aud takes from it only regret.”

A. W. WOOD.