ECKERT, David Wilson 1855 - 1856

ECKERT

Posted By: Joey Stark
Date: 5/18/2006 at 21:06:45

"Fairfield Ledger", Thurs., Oct. 30, 1856, Pg. 3, Col. 2

"The Fairfield Ledger"
Thursday, Nov. 6, 1856
Page 2, Column 2

Died -- Tuesday, October 28th, at the residence of his parents, David W., son of James and Leanna ECKERT, aged 13 months and 8 days.

For the Fairfield Ledger.
"Little David."

"There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between."

A beautious bud was permitted to bloom from the parent tree. And, as its beauties unfolded, and its fragrance was wafted forth upon the air, fond ones gazed upon the opening flower and spoke hopefully of its promised grace and loveliness. But alas! in an evil hour, the silver chord was loosed, and broken hearts were made to murmer (sic) forth the sad wailing, "Our hope is flown, our cherished one is gone." The great world knew not the approach of the Death-angel. The swoop of his dark wing disturbed not its busy toil, nor aroused the quiet of its slumbers,

But upon the Mother's heart the shadow fell, the distant echo of the Death-knell fell startlingly upon the ear of the Father, and they bowed before his approach in helpless anguish. The unerring shaft sped forth -- loving hands assayed in vain to stop its fatal course -- the beautiful boy moaned in agony a few short hours, and then the light of Life was forever quenched from the beaming eye, the fair limbs grew cold and rigid, the little heart ceased its beatings -- and he was gone.

But, weep not -- an angel of light was there to receive the parted spirit, and, as if the brightness of Heaven had already blessed the child,

"There beamed a smile.
So fixed and holy upon the marble brow.
Death gazed, and left it there: He dared not steal
The signet-ring of Heaven."

And hark! among the swelling symphonies of Heaven, an infant hand sweeps the chords of a newly tuned lyre, and a cherub voice joins the never-ceasing song before God's Throne.

Let the heavenly echoes soothe thy bleeding hearts, mourning ones, and, while you bend beneath the chastening of a Father's hand, rejoice while Faith whispers: "It is well with the child," and meekly say,
"Thy will, oh God! be done."
Fairfield, Oct. 31st, 1856.

~~~~
Copied with permission from The Fairfield Ledger, Inc. IAGenWeb Bylaws PROHIBIT the COPYING AND RE-POSTING OF THIS MATERIAL IN ANY PUBLIC VENUE such as Ancestry or Find A Grave without WRITTEN permission from the poster ~ copyright restrictions apply.
*Transcribed for genealogy purposes; I have no relation to the person(s) mentioned.