Marguerite Evelyn Mott, 1904-1909

MOTT

Posted By: Volunteer-Betty Hootman
Date: 5/2/2012 at 14:54:32

Died at 6 o’clock a.m. Oct. 19th 1909. Marguerite Evelyn beloved daughter of L. E. and Bertha Mott of Troy. She was born in Troy Sept. 2nd 1904. For more than eleven weeks she suffered from a malignant disease for which there was no cure. Ten different physicians tried in vain to destroy its power. All that medical skill and the loving care and attention of parents and kind friends could do, was done but their efforts were unavailing. God had need of her and took her to himself. Her span of life was short only five years, one month and 17 days, yet it was long enough for her to become endeared to all her acquaintances. Life had become to her beautiful and attractive. She had fulfilled her mission here for her sweet influence was felt at home and by all around her. She heard the church bell ringing on sabbath morning, her last sabbath on earth and spoke of her desire to be present and in her place at the sabbath school which she loved so well. Her favorite hymn was “Shall you? Shall I?”, found in the Pentacostal Hymns and which was sung at the funeral service.

Marguerite was bright and above mediocrity in intelligence and was doted upon by the parents and friends. With life in all its freshness ‘round her clinging; while hope and youth and beauty, all earth’s charms were hers, the angels called her home. Their voices found an echo in her soul. Brightly she smiled and yielding to their power, drooped her young head and whispered “I am coming”, gently to their bright home they bore her, while he who saved her smiled approvingly and myriads tuned their harps of gold to welcome her, a blossom called from earth to bloom in heaven. The funeral service, conducted by Rev. W. H. Wood, was attended by a large concourse of sympathizing relatives, friends and neighbors. May God bless the bereaved parents and prepare us all for a glorious immortality.

O’er the rippling waters,
Just at the dawn of day,
Glided a little boat,
Into the heavenly bay.

There never was such splendor
As over the water broke;
Each ripple like an angel’s pinion
Followed the track of the boat.

Never had the skies reflected
On waters, such golden hue!
Never as when Marguerite Evelyn
Was passing the waters through.

Angels guided the life boat,
Which shook like a tiny curl,
While at the stern was seated,
A beautiful little girl.

Two thin white hands uplifted,
Were striving with all their might,
To throw back goodbye kisses,
And wave a last good-night.

Father! O keep this treasure
In safety upon thy breast,
‘Till we shall come to meet her,
‘Till we all are called to rest.

Source: Van Buren Co. Genealogical Society Obituary Scrapbook A, page 368, Keosauqua Public Library; Keosauqua, IA