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The Birth, Marriage, and Death Register, Church Records and Epitaphs of ...
Henry S. Nourse
No preview available - 2016
Aaron Abigail Abijah aged Amos Amos Sawyer Anna Augt Ballard Beaman Benj Benjamin Betsy born April born July born June born March Capt Carter Charles Child Children Consumption Daniel Daugh Daughter of John Daur David December Declar'd their Intentions died Divol Ebenezer Elijah Elisha Eliza Elizabeth enter their intentions Enter'd Entered His Intentions Ephraim Eunice Fairbank Feby Fletcher Goss Hannah Henry Houghton was born Intentions of Marriage James James Wilder January Jany John & Mary John Goss John Prentice Jonas Jonathan Joshua Josiah Josiah Flagg Joslyn Junr Kendall Lancaster Declar'd Lancaster enter Leominster Lucy Lydia Martha Mary Miss Moor Moses Nancy Nathaniel Novr Octo Oliver Osgood Parents Same Parents Phelps Phinehas Polly Rebecca Robert Phelps Rugg Ruth Sally Samuel Sarah Sawyer Son of Amos Thomas Thurston Timothy Timothy Whiting tions of Marriage Whetcomb White wife Willard William Wyman
Page 442 - E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow house beneath ! Soul to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Page 422 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set - but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
Page 433 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Page 436 - She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
Page 426 - Dearest sister, thou hast left us ; Here thy loss we deeply feel ; But 'tis God that hath bereft us, He can all our sorrows heal.
Page 431 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day...
Page 427 - Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season.
Page 434 - I would not live alway; no — welcome the tomb, Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom ; There, sweet be my rest, till be bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
Page 408 - HARK ! fr.om the tombs a doleful sound ! My ears attend the cry ; " Ye living men, come view the ground, Where you must shortly lie. 2 " Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towers ; The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.