The Carthage Republican
Carthage, Illinois
Wednesday
May 18, 1892
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Fountain Green.

Mrs. Lillie Long died at her home in this place Friday evening at nine o'clock.  Lillie Calista Thrush was born July 3d, 1868, at Spring Creek, McDonough Co., Ill.; married to Wm. L. Long Nov. 28, 1838.  To them one child, a son, was born Oct. 1, 1890, who preceded his mother in death Nov. 20, 1891.  She and her husband united with the Ft. Green Presbyterian church Jan. 24, 1891.  A short life with all that makes life worth the living, was tranquilly laid down at the summons of the Master.  An invalid for more than a year, her sufferings reconciled her to the thought of leaving husband, mother and brother.  Since the death of baby Prentiss he has felt that the meeting with her babe would be a full recompense for the separation of earthly ties, so death to her was a welcome friend.  The mother, whose constant care for so many months she has been, to the husband, doubly bereft of wife and child, and to the brother, deprived of an only sister, the sympathies of an entire community are extended.  The funeral was conducted by the Rev. Cummings, of Colchester, at the M. E. church, this place, yesterday at 10 o'clock; buried at the Majorville cemetery.

    And she had thought of all the ties --
        The golden ties -- that bind her here;
    Of all that she had learned to prize,
        Of all that she had counted dear.

    The joys of body, heart and mind,
        The pleasures that she loved so well;
    The grasp of friendship, warm and kind,
        And love's delicious, hallowed spell.

    And she had wept, that she must lie
        Beneath the snow-wreaths, drifted deep,
    With no fond mother standing nigh,
        To watch her in her pleasant sleep.

    And she had prayed, if it might be
        Within the reach of human skill,
    And not averse to Heaven, that she
        Might live a little longer still.

    But earthly hope is gone; and now
        Comes in its place of a brighter beam,
    Leaving upon her snowy brow
        The impress of a heavenly dream;

    That she while her frail body yields,
        And fades away to mortal eyes,
    Shall burst through Heaven's eternal fields,
        And bloom again -- in Paradise.

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