Mary E. Emerson 1838-1906

EMERSON, FINCH, MITCHELL

Posted By: Sharon Elijah (email)
Date: 8/31/2017 at 08:10:58

23 August 1906 - The Clarence Sun

Mary E. Finch was born in Delaware county, Ohio, Nov. 9, 1848. In 1854 she accompanied her parents to Cedar county, Iowa, which has since been her home. On May 17, 1855, she was united in marriage to Hiram A. Emerson. Twelve children came to bless the home, eight of whom survive the mother. Of those who have preceded the mother to that great unknown, two died in infancy; Eugene, having come to manhood, met death by an accident; and Clayton, after brightening the home for seven brief years, departed for the better land.

Of those who mourn the death of Mary E. Emerson none feel the loss more keenly than does the husband. For more than fifty years she has been his constant companion, sharing his joys and his sorrows, caring for his home and ministering to his wants. Now that she is gone, is it surprising that he feels the loss most keenly?

The following children share the father's sorrow in the death of the mother: Frank H. Emerson of De Soto, Iowa; Mrs. P. T. Mitchell and Fred Emerson of Clarence; Wm., Maud, Clemerica, and Lowell B. Emerson of Massillon; and Chas. Emerson of Tipton.

On the 14th of August, 1906, God called for his child, and Mary E. Emerson was transferred from the church militant to the church triumphant, at the age of 67 years, 9 months and 5 days. The circumstances of her death were sad and yet beautiful--sad in that only two daughters and the father were present at the time, beautiful in that she returned to her Maker without a struggle. She had seemed stronger during the day and the family were hopeful for her recovery. Many friends and relatives had called to see her during the afternoon and returned to their respective homes, little realizing that they would never see the loved one again until they should behold her before the throne of God. About nine o'clock that evening she quietly and peacefully fell asleep in the arms of Jesus.

Mrs. Emerson was a really noble woman. To know her was to love her, and only those who had known her can realize the loss which the family sustain in her death. Always kind, ever loyal to the good, and noble and the true, and constantly considerate of others, she leaves the priceless heritage of a noble Christian character to her survivors. With her departure earth has lost one of its noble women, heaven has gained an immortal soul, prepared by many years of Christian service for the coming of the Son of Man. How happy must be the meeting with the loved ones who have gone before! Especially so the meeting with the aged father who preceded his daughter only a little more than two weeks. They both enjoyed each other's company in this life at the golden wedding last year, but how much greater the joy as they meet on the streets of the New Jerusalem!

While we feel the loss of the friend and loved one, we rejoice that she has gone to that home which Christ promised to prepare. We know that we shall meet her when we too cross to the other shore, and so, although our hearts are breaking, we look up through out tears and exclaim in the words of the poet:
"Only good night, beloved, and not farewell,
A little while and all His saints shall dwell
In hallowed union indivisible.
Good night.
"Until we meet again before His throne,
Clothed in the spotless robe He gave His own,
Until we known even as we are known;
Good night."

At 2:30 o'clock Thursday afternoon, Aug. 16, a large concourse of friends and relatives assembled at the home where the funeral services were held. After the ceremony a long procession, telling only too plainly how deep was the regard for the deceased, formed, and the remains were taken to their last resting place in the Massillon cemetery.