The Carthage Republican
Carthage, Illinois
Wednesday
November 16, 1938
Page 8
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Minerva Hopkins
Dies at Home Near
Burnside Monday

Mrs. Minerva A. Hopkins died at her home northeast of Burnside Monday at 11:30 a. m., aged 80 years and 29 days.  The funeral will be conducted from her late home today, Wednesday, at 2 p. m., Elder C. E. Webb of Bentley officiating.  Interment will be in Holland cemetery beside her husband who passed away in August, 1916.  Surviving are two sons, Leslie at home and Cecil of Bolivar, Mo.

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The Carthage Republican
Carthage, Illinois
Wednesday
November 23, 1938
Page 8
Column 2

Minerva A. Hopkins

Minerva Adeline, daughter of Wm. and Rebecca (Preston) Kimbrough, was born Oct. 15, 1858, near Breckenridge, and died November 14, 1938, at her home near Burnside, having lived her entire life in Hancock county.

On August 11, 1887, she was united in marriage with Ernest E. Hopkins, to which union were born three sons, Cecil R. of Bolivia, Mo.; Claude E., who died in infancy; and Leslie B., who with his wife and sons, lived with her.

Soon after their marriage she and her husband professed a hope in Christ, and soon united with Middle Creek Primitive Baptist church, steadfastly maintaining their faith unto the end of life.

A great home body, deriving much pleasure in doing something for her loved ones, she was generous and ever willing to share what she had with others in need.  An humble life humbly lived.

She is survived by the two sons and their wives, one granddaughter, three grandsons and a host of other relatives and friends.

The husband passed away on Aug. 4th, 1916, since which time she has patiently waited her call.

Funeral services were conducted from the home, by Elder C. E. Webb, and the body was laid to rest in the Holland cemetery.

The pall bearers were: Vernon and Dennis Kimbrough, Bert White, Ed DeHaven, Arthur Salisbury and Andrew Hubbard.

    Ah, lovely appearance of death!
        What sight upon earth is so dear?
    Not all the gay pageants that breathe,
        Can with the dead body compare.

    This languishing head is at rest,
        Its thinking and aching are o'er,
    This quiet immovable breast
        Is heaved with affliction no more.

    The lids she so seldom could close,
        By sorrow forbidden to sleep,
    Sealed up in eternal repose,
        Have strangely forgotten to weep.

    This heart is no longer the seat
        Of trouble and tormenting pain;
    The tears are all wiped from her eyes,
        To return to them never again.

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