Cora
Barrows
1910
On the evening of June 14, 1910, the dusky winged angel of death entered
the home of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Barrows of Lookout Mountain, Tenn., and claimed
for its own their only daughter Cora Barrows aged 14 years.
She was sick only a short time, suffering from an abscess formed from a
diseased tooth, causing blood poison. Her
sufferings were beyond description, until within an hour of her death when she
became calm and peaceful and closing her eyes to all that is earthly she passed
away without a struggle.
She was of a most lovable _______ endearing her self to all who knew her
and her _______
remembered
by the score. She was a member of
the Sunday school at Lookout
Mountain,
Tenn., a regular attendant, taking great interest in the lessons.
The superintendent went to find out why she was not present on the
previous Sunday and finding her sick, knelt by her side and prayed the most
beautiful prayer that ever came from the lips of man.
She was also a member of the Christian Endeavor Society which follows her
with sad hearts to her last resting place, placing upon her grave a costly and
beautiful cross of roses.
She looked so calm and peaceful in her sleep it brought to mind the hymn,
"Death
___________." She leaves a
father and mother, three brothers and a host of relatives and friends to grieve
for _________ whom we would ____________ but ________ rejoice to know her name
is written in the Lamb's Book of Life, and it will only make heaven seem nearer
and dearer to know that Cora is watching and waiting for you.
The funeral services were conducted by the Rev. Newcomb, of Lookout
Mountain, Tenn., in a most impressive manner, after which the Christian Endeavor
Society sang softly and tenderly the beautiful hymn "Safe in the Arms of
Jesus," then the body was laid to rest in the Payne's Chapel graveyard, the
grave being entirely covered by beautiful floral designs of every description
placed there by loving hands.
Oh!
how sweet it will be
In
this beautiful land,
so
free from all sorrow and pain,
With
songs on our lips
And
with harps in one hand,
to
meet one another again.
Rhea Moorman
Submitted
by Robbie Burkhart
SamandRob@aol.com