Daily Wabash Express, Terre-Haute, Indiana, 2 Feb 1858, Tuesday,
Vol. IV, No. 323, p. 2
Mrs. Ross was
one of the old and much respected residents of this city, who with her lamented husband
passed her early life on this beautiful prairie. In
sickness she was a guardian angel, always kind, and always philanthropic. She witnessed her family grow up around her, and
then exchanged a world where she leaves many friends, for one, where she will meet those
who have gone before her. May the richest
blessings of a life well spent, be hers forever.
The manner of
his death death was painfully sad. Eight days
ago, he accidentally received a charge of shot in the back part of his head from a gun in
the hands of a little brother, aged nine years. He
seemed however, so rational and cheerful, that no fears were entertained of his recovery
until Saturday, when symptoms supervened which led to the fearful apprehension that the
brain was dangerously wounded.
During all of
his iliness he exhibited the greatest patience and resignation, and after a most painful
struggle, yielded his soul to the God who gave it, and joined in a better world the one
who was his daily idol, and of whom he most spoke, his mother. At all times he was kind, generous and loving, was
the dearest charge of the household, and a general favorite with all who knew him.
His friends and
play mates will long miss their generous little Finnie Read
At the
conclusion of the marriage ceremonies, the Sabbath School scholars, who had received
instruction from the fair bride, presented her with a beautiful boquet as a testimonial of
their warm esteem.
Repairing them
to the residence of Mr. R. W. McKeen, the invited guests partook of a sumptuous repast and
tendered their congratulations to the blushing bride and happy groom. And amid that gay throng, where beauty sat
enthroned upon many a brow—where wit sparkled, and female grace and female loveliness
were everywhere; none were so beautiful as the blushing bride. She was the Queen in that brilliant assembly, and
may she ever remain the Queen of her husband’s heart.
Tender guides, in
sorrow weeping,
O’er your first
born’s smitten bloom,
Or fond memory’s
virgil keeping,
Where the fresh turf
marks her tomb,
We no more shall see
her bearing,
Pangs that woke the
dove-like moan,
Still for your
affliction caring,
Though forgetful of
her own
Daily Wabash Express, Terre-Haute, Indiana, 10 September 1858, Friday, Vol. 5, No. 210, p. 2
And thus passed
from Miss to Madam, one of the bright particular stars in that galaxy of beauty, which
lent so great a charm, to the social pleasures of the Prairie City. On her fair brow, sat enthroned modesty, beauty,
intellect--each vieing with the other for the mastery, and all combining, making an
associated loveliness, which won for her the admiration of all.
The festivities
of the occasion were enjoyed by many, and the beginning of wedded life was a glorious
foreshadowing of what we hope may be the future of the bride and happy groom.
On the 8th
inst., at the residence of the brides father, JOSEPH WINTERMUTE, Esq., by Rev. E. G.
Taylor, Mr. WILLIAM T. STONE, to Miss ALMIRA WINTERMUTE.
The printers
return thanks for the nice cake, and hope the bride and groom may live long and happy.
“Whom the Gods
love die early.”