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Subject: [OHGUERNS] Grace Dilley obituary
Date: 30 Sep 2001 10:20:32 -0600

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Surnames: Dilley, Hutchinson
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>From an undated clipping.
Miss Grace Dilley died at the home of her grandmother, Friday, August 19, of lung trouble. She was twenty years old, a faithful member of the Presbyterian church and loved by all who knew her. The funeral was held last Sunday conducted by Reverend H.H. McMaster, assisted by Reverend Evans Thompson.
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Died at her home in Senecaville, Friday evening, August 19, 1892, Miss Grace Dilley, only daughter of the late John B. and Anna M. Dilley, at the age of 20 years and 4 days. Early in youth the unwelcome and unseen visitor entered her home and removed both her parents. He father's death occurred in February 1875 and her mother's September 19, 1884. Since that time she was subject to the loving care of her grandmother, Mrs. Malinda Thompson, with whom she lived. Not quite two years ago she united with the Presbyterian church and was always an active and faithful member of the Sabbath school which she dearly loved, and even upun her death-bed, when the church bell rang Sabbath morning, she said: "How I would dleight to be there, I love the Sabbath school." She always contributed largely to all the various church services especially in the line of music for which she had rare ability. For more than five months she was a patient sufferer from that fatal disease consumption. !
Masterly in her mortal weakness, she became the center of the love and sympathy of all those who knew her but none could share with her, her suffering. The grim messenger crossed the threshold of that home. He lurked invisible in the corners of that silent chamber, slowly and steathily he approached the bedside of his victim, steadily and quietly he dealt the blow, and she was no more. A shining convoy of angels wafter her spirit through the ethereal regions, to the bright world beyond. NOt many of her age possessed superior talents; with a keen, active mind she could ease grasp the principles of science, and was quick to reach conclusions which seldom needed to be reversed and also with those qualities possessed an ambiable and resolute disposition; though she enjoyed her childish sports, she ever strove to reverence her religious profession and to avoid all evils that might be held in question. Music was her chief delight in which she excelled but god, in life all wis!
e providence, has taken her away from the trials of this life to dwell with him in joy and peace. Calmly and resignedly she submitted to the divine decrees, saying, "It is well with my soul." Hope had already fastened its anchor in her heart, and as she heard the murmurings of the dark river and also held the sweet voice of angels calling from beyond and saw the white banners beckoning her onward to the bright land above. Dear Grace, thou art gone; thou wilt be missed from the home, the church, and the social circle. Our loss is thy gani. Thou has passed the charmed boundary from whence none return. Thy footseps have ceased on earth, but they are treading the golden-paved streets of the New Jeusalem. Thy time here was indeed short: thy voice will echo in melodius strains within the church no more, but we know thou hast reached that fair land beyond, and hast united thy voice with that angelic choir, and with it, sweep the strings of a golden harp to all eternity. Let!
us all be admoonished by the sad death of our young friend, and hear from her grave the words, "What thy hands find to do, do it with thy might, for there is no work nor device in the grave, to which thou are fast hastening.
To the lone brother and friends, the hand of sympathy is extended by all in this sad affliction.
Gone from the dear earth household,
Up to the home above;
Gone from these frail affections
Up to the Savior's love.
Gone from the weary pathway
All feet on earth must tread,
Up to the streets pure golden
Their steps by Jesus led.
Gone! O, the word is bitter:
Yet, sweet is the comfort given;
Gone to the crown all fadeless;
Gone, but from earth to Heaven.
A.D.M.

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