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|The Mulhall Enterprise|
|Mulhall, Logan Co., O.T. Saturday, April 18, 1896|
DIED: -- at her home in Mulhall, Oklahoma on April 15, 1896, Mrs. D.N. (Nee Augustine) Dwinnell, wife of Captain D.C. Dwinnell, aged 31 years, 4 months and 27 days. Mrs. Dwinnell was born in Seneca, Kansas, November 18, 1864 and married September 18, 1889. She was a member of the Presbyterian church in Mulhall and the very efficient teacher of the infant class in the Sabbath School. Her endeavors for the good of all within her reach were limited only by the measure of her strength. Her delight in the widening range of benevolent employment grew until the arrest of disease commanded pause and bade her be content to display the charms of submission and cherish those graces which are to grow brightest in a higher sphere. Gradually under a complication of ailments her strength sank until her spirit passed out to sing henceforth among the ransomed blood washed throng with her Redeemer evermore.
The funeral services were conducted by her pastor, Rev. J.H. Aughey, with a crowded house and sorrowing congregation. The text was Rev. 14 chapter and 13 verse "And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, write, Blessed are the dead who die in the in the Lord from henceforth; Yea, saith the Spirit that they may rest from their labors and their works do follow them."
The choir led by Dr. W.M. Hatfield rendered some beautiful selections appropriate to the occasion. Mrs. O. Collins presiding at the organ.
The business houses were all closed and all the people joined with the bereaved husband and family in mourning the early departure of one so universally beloved.
She leaves a husband and child (Helen six years old) and a large number of sorrowing friends to mourn her loss. To such as she
There is no death,
There is no death! The stars go down
To rise upon some other shore
And bright in heaven's jeweled crown
They shine forever more.
There is no death! The leaves may fall
The flowers may fade and pass away
They only wait through wintry hours
The warm sweet breath of May.
There is no death! The choicest gifts
That haven hath kindly lent to earth
Are ever first to seek again
The country of their birth.
And all things that for growth or joy
Are worthy of our love and care
Whose loss has left us desolate
Are safely garnered there.
Though life become a weary waste
We know its fairest, sweetest flowers
Transplanted into Paradise,
Adorn immortal bowers.
There is no death! Although we grieve
When beautiful familiar forms
That we have learned in love are torn
From our embracing arms.
Although with bowed and breaking hear
With sable garb and silent tread
We hear their senseless dust to rest
And say that they are dead.
They are not dead! They have but passed
Beyond the mists that blind us here
Into the new and larger life
Of that serener sphere.
They have but dropped their robe of clay
To put their shining raiment on
They have but wandered far away -
They are not "lost" or "gone."
Though disenthralled and glorified
They still are here and love us yet
The dear ones they have left behind
They never can forget.
And sometimes when our hearts grow fain
Amid temptations fierce and deep
Or when the wildly raging raves
Or grief or passion sweep.
We feel upon our fevered brow
Their gentle touch, their breath of balm
Their arms enfold us and our hearts
Grow comforted and clam.
And ever near us though unseen
The dear immortal spirits tread
For all the boundless universe
Is life, "therefore no dead."
After services the funeral cortege left on the north bound evening train for Frankfort, Kansas, where the remains will be interred in the cemetery of that city.
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