... In the fall of this year our babe was greatly troubled in teething, that led to inflammation of the brain. On a fair golden autumn day — September 13, 1858 — about one o'clock in the afternoon, he plumed his angel wings, and with a smile bid farewell to a sin-cursed world, and flew home to glory. Thank God, we have a precious babe in the heavenly world. Our family link reaches from earth to heaven.
"One army of the living God, To his command we bow;
Part of his hosts have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now."
We take courage when we hear our blessed Lord say : "Of such is the kingdom of heaven."
" I take these little lambs, said he. And lay them to my breast;
Protection they shall find in me, In me be ever blessed."
We laid him to rest the next day in Mt. Pleasant churchyard, where I joined the Church. At his burial, singing and prayer were offered by Rev. Willett G. Sherman. During the Civil War the churchyard was neglected, and so overrun by troops and others, that all traces of his grave were lost, and his resting-place is now unknown. ...
