Miami Union

January 19, 1867 

PARTLOW, WILLIE H. - Communicated - Obituary - Willie H. Partlow passed away in the 11th year of his age.  His disease was inflammation of the lungs, of a violent type, and after an illness of one week, he died on the evening of the 11th inst.  Willie was an affectionate son.  Among his strongest aspirations was to become grown, that he might the better care for his mother.  He was much interested in his school and much attached to his teacher.  These regards seemed to be reciprocal for his teacher and her department attended the funeral services in a body, expressive of their esteem for the student and schoolmate, as well as sympathy with the bereaved.  Honesty and truthfulness were special characteristics of his nature.  Willie was the only living child of his widowed mother.  The last of four bright blossoms of this family tree is "Nipt by the wind's untimely blast."  Of this family the bereaved mother can say, "I alone am left."  But God still lives, and is the widow's God; and a community surrounds, who have given full proof of their sympathy, to weep with her "who weeps."  The remarkably large and sympathetic audience which assembled at the M. E. church last Sabbath afternoon, at the funeral services, was both creditable to the citizens and consoling to the mourning company.  May all, young and old, learn to "apply their hearts unto wisdom" from this another evidence of the uncertainty and brevity of life!                     S.

Miami Union

January 26, 1867

PARTLOW, WILLIE - Written on the death of Willie Partlow, who departed this life January 11th, aged 11 years. He was the only remaining child of his widowed mother, who is now plunged in inconsolable anguish:

                                                                    How sad our school-room seems to-day,

                                                                        For lo! a vacant seat;

                                                                    Dear Willie has gone far away

                                                                        To sit at Jesus' feet. 

                                                                    We saw his cherished body laid

                                                                        In the dark and silent tomb,

                                                                    Our tribute of respect we paid,

                                                                        While our hearts were filled with gloom. 

                                                                    Our souls were touched with sympathy

                                                                        For that mother broken-hearted;

                                                                    She now is crushed with agony

                                                                        From her boy to be thus parted.        

                                                                    Her only one, for all have died;

                                                                        Her children, one by one,

                                                                    And are sleeping by their father's side,

                                                                        While she is left alone. 

                                                                    Thou stricken mother, look above!

                                                                        By faith behold thy boy,

                                                                    He points thee to a Savior's love

                                                                        For comfort, hope and joy. 

                                                                    Our dearest teacher feels the shock,

                                                                        Her fold has been invaded,

                                                                    And a precious lamb from out the flock

                                                                        Has with the foe departed. 

                                                                    No more we'll see our schoolmate dear

                                                                        Upon the shores of time,

                                                                    But in that high and holy sphere,

                                                                        We'll meet in that blessed clime.

                                                     Troy, Jan. 16th, 1867                                       MRS. ANN E. JAMES

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