ROBINSON, Emma 1846-1899

ROBINSON, BOOTH

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Date: 2/24/2019 at 17:38:16

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Mrs. Emma Robinson, wife of Perry Robinson of Grundy Center, Ia., and a niece of Mrs. Catharine Boward, Jonathan and Charles streets, died on Monday evening at the home of Mrs. Boward, at 7:30 o'clock of pneumonia, contracted from the grip, while at Springfield, O., on a visit to relatives, aged fifty three years, one month and three days. Mr. and Mrs. Robinson arrived here three weeks ago last Friday, and on the Sunday following she was taken ill and had been in bed since arriving here. She was a member of the Baptist church of Grundy Center, Ia., She was a kind mother and a loving wife. She is survived by her husband and son, Jesse; sisters, Mrs. Kate Bute, Mrs. Susan Kilgore, Mrs. Ellen Nichols; brothers, Allen, Jesse, William, Joseph Booth. Mr. Robinson will leave with the body as soon as the railroads are open. Interment at Grundy Center.

Mary Emma Booth was born in Ohio January 10, 1846, and moved to Carroll county, Ill., with her parents when a child and resided there until her marriage to Perry M. Robinson, Oct. 16, 1866. By this union one son was born. In the year 1871 they moved to Marshall county, Ia., where they resided for one year when they moved to Grundy county where they have resided until her death. She was a kind and loving wife and mother. There is left to mourn her demise a husband, son, four brothers and three sisters.

She united with the First Baptist church in the year of 1889 and lived a christian life. She was a constant worker in and out of the church. She was a faithful attendant of the church and church societies and will be greatly missed in the church and community. She departed this life Feb. 13, 1899.

The funeral services were held at the home on Sunday afternoon at two o'clock. There was a large attendance of neighbors and friends. The singing by the choir and services by the pastor of the church were with the subject chosen, "He Restoreth My Soul." After the services a large number of those present followed the body to the grave and the last rites were performed. She rests from her labors.

Gone in her purity, fallen asleep,
Death is eternal life why should we weep.
Close the sweet eyes in their last silent rest,
Fold the white hands on the still pulseless breast.
Smooth the bright hair from the forehead away,
Her father hath called her and she must obey.
Leaving the world where the cross must be borne,
Going to Him where the crown must be worn.

Why should we mourn for her? Sorrow and woe,
Sickness and suffering no more shall she know.
Meekly and calmly the folded hands lie,
Beautiful angel; the body must die.
Fold the hands meekly across the white breast,
Christ who has died for us, giveth us rest.
Gone in her purity, fallen asleep,
Death is eternal life, why should we weep.

Conflict all passed, the victory won;
Beyond all grief eternity begun.
Wearing the crown in holiness wreathed,
At peace at last because she believed.
Gone to that heaven where peace e're shall reign,
Where time is no more we shall meet her again.
Gone in her purity fallen asleep,
Death is eternal life, why should we weep. --Selected

--The Grundy Republican (Grundy Center, Iowa), 23 February 1899, pg 4