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From: Lisa Perry <>
Subject: [MOMONROE] NBC: Freeman
Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2002 18:38:18 -0400

Undated article; originally printed in the Columbia Herald. Extracted
from the newspaper article collection started in 1879 by Mrs. Nannie
Brown of Madison, Missouri.



Death of Little Clyde Freeman.



"Clyde Freeman was born May 14, 1886, died September 17, 1891, being 5
years, 4 months and 3 days old. He was taken sick on Sunday and died on
Thursday of membraneous croup, and while his sickness was short his
suffering was intense, choking and gasping for breath to sustain his
little life. But he is gone, no more will his little face be contorted
with pain, but in the presence of our God will he live eternally.

Clyde and Claude, little twins, were the sunlight of their parent's
home, were so contented and happy together. Claude was visiting their
aunt, Mrs. Masterson, of Boone Co., when Clyde was taken sick. On
Tuesday he told his parents he believed he was going to die and said:
"Papa, send for brother." He told them they had been so good to him,
called for the Doctor and said: "Doctor, you are so good to me." On
Thursday, he pointed his little hand upward and said: "Papa and mama, I
am going up there," then in a short while whispered, "God is coming."
When asked what should be told Claude, "Tell him," he said, "Clyde is
very sick and for him to be a good boy." Two hours before his death he
repeated the names of all those he was in the habit of asking God to
bless, when he said evening prayers. Loving them in life he remembered
them at death.

At last he raised up on his little knees and looking around said: "I am
looking for brother," then his little spirit left his body of clay and
went to the one who said: "Suffer little children to come unto me and
forbid them not for of such is the kingdom of Heaven." When grief, such
as giving up those we love best, assails us, we feel that we can't
endure it, that it is more than we can bear. But unto God we must go.
He is love and in Him and His precious promises alone can we find
comfort. To Him would we commend you, dear parents, trust and go to
Him, in this dark hour and may the comforting words of that sweet hymn,
"At the Cross," which dear little Clyde requested sung just before his
death sustain and comfort you."


A Friend.



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