Addie Kiser

KISER

Posted By: Sharon Elijah (email)
Date: 9/19/2017 at 09:40:36

3 January 1861 - The Tipton Advertiser

DIED In Tipton, Dec. 23d, ADDIE ADELL, daughter of GEORGE W. and MARY A. KISER, aged 7 years and 9 days.

ADDIE was an interesting, and in many respects a most remarkable child. She possessed a naturally sweet and amiable disposition, which won from her parents and relatives a more than usual affection. Though so young, her mind and heart evinced an almost matured development. She seemed to have been taught of God, and delighted in talking of, and contemplating spiritual things. She loved her Savior and her innocent spirit often held communion with him, and as a true messenger of purity, she desired and urged that those whom she loved most here should also seek an interest in Christ, and be prepared for eternal realities. She often intimated to her parents that she could not stay long with them, but would soon go to be united again with her younger departed sister in heavenly blessedness. So perfect to her appeared the premonition of her early death that she even while in health made the request that her grave might be made beside that of her little sister in Ohio. When death came she was calm and peaceful--as if only realizing what she had expected--and she then directed her parents to the Word of God for their comfort and to Christ as their Savior. Thus in the bud of her being, was little Addie transplanted to bloom as a lovely flower by the side of her younger sister, on the banks of the river of life, in the Paradise of God.

Her parents should not weep for her now, she is with him who said, "Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of Heaven." May they not realize that they have a greater interest in the eternal world than ever before--that their child was sent from God to them as a messenger of truth and love--and that he has taken her that she may form a link to bind their hearts to himself?
"Weep not for her! she hath passed as the breeze,
Bringing freshness and balm over Araby's sea,
Which, filled with perfume from the rich incense tree
Hath in it the breath of eternity.
O! the hearts that bewail her, should joy for her now,
When her spirit its dwelling of clay hath laid down,
And the beauty of holiness circles her brow,
With a halo as bright as beatitude's crown;
Weep not for her!