B. B. Williams
(Bef 1840-1919)


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B. B. Williams 48

  • Born: Bef 1840, Wales, United Kingdom 48
  • Marriage: Unknown
  • Died: 1 Apr 1919 48
  • Buried: Guelph, Wellington, Ontario, Canada 48

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The following was submitted by Ken Williams to the publication "Botany District The First 100 Years":

My great grandfather B.B. Williams was born and raised in South Wales. He studied theology there at Breconshire and became an Anglican Minister serving in a number of parishes throughout Britain. I n 1890 he received a call to serve in Guelph, Ontario and immigrated to Canada with his wife and several members of his family. His son, Llew, and daughter, Fanny, were to continue to Manitoba to be with the oldest son Byron who had come here at an earlier date. The N of 2-7-22 was broken in 1889; the south in 1892. Having received a legacy from his mother's side of the family, great grandfather invested in this property buying the N in 1889 and the S in 1892. Great grandfather continued to live in the east but did visit here occasionally. I remember seeing him only once. My great grandmother died in 1897 and was buried at Guelph. Great grandfather died April 1, 1919 and was also buried at Guelph.

The following was supplied by John Wilton from a handwritten copy of an autobiography written by Benjamin Byron Williams:

The Autobiography of Benjamin Byron Williams 1834 to 1918

My grandfather on my mother's side was a naval captain and distantly related to a good country family in Pembrokeshire, little England beyond Wales. This old naval captain, living in Napoleon's days had had some stirring experiences. My mother often spoke of them.

My mother, the old naval captain's daughter, was a remarkably beautiful woman. I have often heard those who knew her in early life speak of her beauty. She and her sisters were lovely singers. When I saw Lady Tennyson's portrait, I was struck with the likeness it bore to my mother Mary. Mrs Dawson , resembles my mother in a large measure. When my mother, at the age of 83, passed away at my house in Chichester, Sussex, her face , as she lay in her coffin was singly lovely. She was clever, very Godly, a great church worker, a Sunday school teacher up to the age of 81. Her body lies in the Chichester cemetery.

Of my grandfather, on my father's side, I unfortunately know nothing. What ever I heard about him has passed away from my memory. Judging, however, from what I know of his family connections, he must have been socially important. Two of his nephews were English clergymen. One of them had a living in Carmarthenshire (the name and place I forget). He evidently held a prominent place in the church and did a noble work in the education and advancement of some of the promising young men in the parish. It was my good fortune to meet one of these men in later years as the vicar of Llandilo, Carmarthenshire. This vicar, by name Dr. Griffiths, was a fine preacher and one of the church celebrities in South Wales. My cousins were parishioners of his . We owed his (??? ?) to my father's cousin, one of the nephews of my grandfather.

The other nephew, my father's first cousin, was the rector or vicar of a parish in the outskirts of Swansea, a large town in South Wales. This rector or vicar was a very gifted man and had a specially gifted family, two sons and two daughters. One of these sons, my second cousin, was a Dr. Jon Williams, practising in Swansea. He was a (life???) scholar, often lecturing in obtuse subjects to his fellow townsmen. One of the foremost men in the whole of England in his profession, acting simply as a consulting physician, the field of his operation being very large. He was the corresponding member of the French academy in Paris, altogether a remarkable man. He married a Scottish lady, but alas, died a year after, comparatively young, about 43 years of age. He was widely mourned. The older son, my second cousin, was an English church clergyman named Henry Williams. Of him I know but little more than that he was a very scholarly fellow. Of the two daughters, I knew but one. She was the wife of a solicitor, who had a large practice in the town of Cardigan. I have repeatedly visited her and her husband. She was a handsome woman and cultured.

This is all I remember about my father's family on his father's side.

My father's mother was a genuine Scottish woman, her maiden name being Miss Mc Eagh. Her ancestors were a highland clan, known as the children of the mist. Sir Walter Scott refers at length to this clan, the children of the mist and especially to one named Ronald Mc Eagh, who was an ardent royalist and a determined enemy of the Duke of Argyle. According to Sir Walter Scott, Ronald Mc Eagh characterised the Duke of Argyle, head of the Campbell clan as "ever far and false", which was strikingly true. Connected with Ronald Mc Eagh there was a young girl named Annot Lyle. Dorothy Dawson bears this as one of her names in honour of the Mc Eagh's. I have repeatedly endeavoured to find the Mc Eagh plaid, but without success, it appears to have been lost. For some reason or reasons unknown to me, some members of the Mc Eagh clan left the highlands of Scotland rather more than 200 years ago and settled in Cardiganshire, South Wales. This migration, it would seem, took place because of the royalist sympathies of the Mc Eagh's. Devoted as they were to the Stewarts, life in the highlands became to them unbearable. According to the information I have received, the Mc Eagh settlers in Wales were in affluent circumstances. There successors are to be met at this time in Cardiganshire, the name Mc Eagh being well known and those who bear it being in comfortable circumstances.

The above is a brief outline of the relatives of my beloved wife on her father's and mother's side.

My wife's father was David Thomas esq. of Dalgoy, Cardiganshire, the eldest son of he Reverend David Thomas, rector of Llangranog, Cardiganshire and also rector of Nash near Pembrokeshire. If I mistake not my wife's grandfather on the father's side had another parish, this and the parish of Nash being served by curates, while the rector himself lived and served at the Llangranog rectory.

My wife's grandmother on the father's side was a sister of Captain Tasker, who was one of the high officers of the East India Company, in whose service he accumulated a large fortune. On his retirement from active service, he purchased Upton castle, not far from Pembroke. There he settled down and ended his days. Nash living, above referred to, was in the gift of Captain Tasker and so it was that my wife's grandfather was the Rector of that parish. Upton castle is now in the possession of a lineal descendant of Captain Tasker. The captain was a remarkable man. His portrait came into the possession of my wife after the death of her uncle, John Thomas Esq. Dr. Paynter of Pembroke, after whom my daughter is called (Mary Paynter) was an intimate friend of Captain Tasker and as the husband of Captain Tasker's niece (a second cousin to my wife) being very wishful to have this portrait, my wife presented it to him.

My wife's father, David Thomas, was the owner of a beautiful estate, called Dolgoy, near Llangranog, Cardiganshire. This estate he bought after his return from America, where he spent some years. Sometime after the purchase of Dolgoy, Mr. Thomas married Miss Mary Nicholls of Hereford, a niece of the Reverend Charles Bird of Mordiford, near Hereford. As far as my memory serves me, the Thomas family and the Bird family were distantly related.

Miss Nicholls, my wife's mother, was highly educated and very gifted. Her talents lay in the direction of drawing, music and languages. Though an English lady, living up to the time of her marriage, in Hereford she acquired soon after her settlement at Dolgoy such knowledge of the Welsh language that in the course of about six months she was able to read it fluently and speak it correctly, a remarkable feat, as anyone acquainted with the Welsh language knows full well. Though a member of the Church of England she always extended the warmest hospitality to the ministers of the other denominations. In those days ministers travelled largely through the country in the capacity of evangelists. Dolgoy, the beautiful home of Mr. and Mrs. Thomas was known far and near as a place where warm welcome would always be received. To Mr. and Mrs. Thomas there were born three children, two daughters, Mary Elizabeth Ann (my beloved wife), Harriet and one son David. The father according to the testimony of those who knew him well was one of the sweetest, gentlest men that ever lived. Moreover he was a gentleman in the truest sense, as a man of wide travel, his culture and experience were of a rare order. While the three children were yet young and tender in years the father unfortunately passed away. The loss which this involved to the wife and children was simply terrible. Mrs. Thomas survived her husband for about three years, she then passed away, so the little ones at the ages of 9,10 and 12 were left orphans. An aunt, Mrs. Thomas, took charge of the boy David and she, by her own indulgences, while lovingly devoted to the boy, helped to ruin him, so that his subsequent life was marked by unsettledness. He eventually emigrated to one of the western states of America and the last I heard of him was when, as one of the trustees of what was known as the "Bird fund", I had to send him the portion to which he was entitled out of that fund. It may be well to state here that a large amount of money which ought to have been distributed to the various members of the Bird family was for some reason retained by the Reverend Bird of Mordiford, Herefordshire. Some time after his death, his son, the reverend Tom Bird, Yorkhill, Herefordshire desired as his father's executor to have the claims upon the estate settled as far as possible. Whereupon the brother in law Thomas Cooper Esq. Lincoln's Inn Fields, husband of one of my wife's cousins was entrusted with the family papers and instructed to examine them with a view of clearing up and settling the long standing claims. The result was a claim upon the Bird estate of a sum not much less than 20,000. The whole business, however, was of such long standing and so complicated that the amount available for distribution was not much in excess of 110,000. This amount was vested in three trustees, Rev. Thomas Bird, Sir William Fitzwentworth and myself. The distribution was made in due time, each member receiving not just what he or she was really entitled to, but on pro rata lines. As the only surviving trustee the papers relating to the important matter are in my custody and may be found in my tin box that has the initials BBW.

The two little girls, Mary and Harriet became the charge of their great uncle, Rev. Mr. Bird of Mordiford and were taken to Mordiford Rectory about 4 miles from Hereford. Mrs. Bird was the sister of Miss Glover of Norwich, well known as the inventor of the Sol-Fa system, a system developed and improved by the late Rev. Mr. Curwen of Plaistow, Essex and now very popular in many quarters. For a time the education of the girls Mary and Harriet were carried on at Mordiford Rectory under the charge of a governess whose name I do not now remember. Eventually Mary (I am not quite sure about Harriet) was sent to a ladies school at Lancaster where the element of severity was very prominent. Often have I heard my dear wife complain strongly of the harsh treatment which she received there. Before the girls had reached the age of 20 years, they decided to go to Brussels and there enter a ladies school, kept by our Rev. W.P. Tiddy with the assistance of competent lady teachers and professors. It may be well to state here that the Rev. W.P. Tiddy was an agent of the British and French Bible society at Brussels and that he had in that capacity the charge of the whole Belgian field with, if I mistake not, portions of Holland. The girls became connected with Mr. Tiddy through the Rev. Dr. Phillips, one of the home agents of the Bible society and who resided in Hereford. These two gentlemen took a tender and gentle interest in the two girls, by whom they were held in the most affectionate respect, so much so that they were called by the two girls father Tiddy and father Phillips. After a course of study at Brussels extending over 2 years or more the girls went to Germany in order to perfect their knowledge of the German language. While there their health suffered seriously, especially that of Harriet, so they returned to England. Harriet being seriously ill went to Mordiford and there after a brief time she passed away in the Eternal Home. Some of her last words to her sister were "Mary, be sure and follow and meet me there". I had met friends who knew Harriet well, according to their testimony (not to refer to that of her sister) she was a most lovely girl and unusually gifted , especially in music. Her execution of the piano was simply marvellous and her musical memory just as marvellous. She was a beautiful Christian, impressing all who came in contact with her that she had caught the spirit of her Saviour in a very rich manner. I have oft regretted that I had not the privilege of knowing her. Her surviving sister Mary suffered through this bereavement, both in mind and body. Knowing some friends at Brecon County, South Wales, she paid them a lengthened visit and it was during this visit that she and I became acquainted and engaged, I being a student at the Theological College in that town. In October 1856 we were married in the Camberwell Road Church, London. Dr. Phillips and the Reverend W.P. Tiddy being the officiating ministers. These gentlemen presented to us on the morning of our marriage a family bible which we both prize greatly. I hope this bible will be carefully preserved by my successors. Dr. Phillips, Mr. Tiddy and Mr. Powell of Llanelli, South Wales were the three trustees of our marriage settlement. My wife and I spent a little time on the continent on a wedding tour, visiting various cities in Belgium and Brussels especially. On our return to England we made a short stay with the Tiddy's at Camberwell and then settled down at our home 12 Queens Ave., Neath, Glamorganshire.

My first pastoral charge was at Neath. Here my wife laboured earnestly and was greatly beloved especially by the Quaker friends who were an influential body in the town. One of my trusted and dear friends was a Mr. James Kenway, a Quaker merchant after whom one of my sons is called "Kenway". My wife and I were very happy to be in this charge at Neath. We had many opportunities of visiting our friends at Swansea (8 miles off), such as Mr. Bird, my wife's cousin, Dr. Tom Williams, my cousin, Dr. Michael, Dr. Evan Davies etc. to no small regret we found that the Neath climate told unfavourably on my health and it became necessary therefore to leave. Just at this time I received a call from an important church in Cardiff, but I declined it. A little later I was called to take charge of a church in Pembroke, capital of Pembrokeshire, a pretty and most interesting little town. I was strongly advised to take this call and I did so. Before we left Neath our first child, Byron was born. For the sake of my health it was thought well that we should spend a few months quietly at my fathers home at Solva, Pembrokeshire. Accordingly, thither we went, with the child and nurse. Our stay there for three months was the means of setting me up in health and so we entered upon this work in Pembrokeshire. There my wife's cousin, Mrs. Paynter lived. As the town is in the area of Milford Haven, we were quite near to that haven, considered to be one of the finest in the world. Nash Church and vicarage, also Upton Castle were near and of great interest to me by reason of my wife's relatives connection therewith.

Pembroke Castle , the birthplace of Henry VIII so of great historical interest and is finely situated. Tenby, one of the loveliest places in Britain is but 10 miles distant. Pembroke dock, with its naval dockyard, was two miles off. Altogether Pembroke is a most interesting little town. The people are for the most part are descendants of the Flemings who came over from Belgium and settled in the district in the reign of one of the Edwards. While at Pembroke, two of our children were born, Harriet and Mary. After a pastorate of over four years I received a pressing invitation to take charge of a free Church of England congregation at Ross, Herefordshire. While I had the invitation under consideration I was asked to supply the pulpit of a church in Chichester, Sussex. This was in the summer of the year 1862, the year of the first exhibition in London. In response to this invitation, I supplied the pulpit for three Sundays in Chichester and a few days after returned to Pembroke I received a unanimous call to the pastorate of the church in that city and under the circumstances I felt it right to decline the call from Ross and accept the one in Chichester.

Before I settled in Chichester we thought it well to spend a couple of months at my father's home, so we went there with the three children Byron, Harriet and Mary and our servant Hannah. At the end of September 1862, we left Solva for Chichester, taking Hannah with us. Her interest in the family was very real and she remained in our service up to within a short time of her marriage to Harry Clark. In Chichester we had a lovely home, known as "Westfield" just outside the city limits. The house in which we lived and the one adjoining it stood in their grounds a short distance from the Portsmouth Road. There were about six acres of pasture land. This beautiful and valuable property I purchased a few months after our tenancy began. In Chichester we found ourselves in a circle of delightful friends. Those with whom we were associated in church work were some of the noblest and dependable that I have ever known, so that our Chichester life was of the happiest kind. There were born Margaret Caroline Bird, Janet Allison, Kenway Thomas, Fanny Lucy (who to our great sorrow and that of the dear mother died at birth). She was strikingly like Janet and Henry Llewelyn, thus making nine children in all. Although I had the opportunity of moving from Chichester to Salisbury, a larger and financially better charge, we were so attached and rooted to the place that it seemed as though we were to be settled there permanently. In about the fifteenth year of our Chichester life tidings came one day of my fathers death at the ripe old age of 86. He was buried in the graveyard of the parish church near Solva. We urgently desired my mother to come to us at Chichester, but her wish at that time was to end her life at the old home. After the lapse of a year however she altered her mind and longed to be with us. My dear wife, with her usual tender devotion went to South Wales in order to bring my mother to us. Having settled matters at Solva they started on their journey, stopping for one night at Newport. On a certain Thursday evening, which I remember so well, they arrived at "Westfield" where they were received with the warmest welcome. My mother was so full of joy and thankfulness to be with us. Her delight at seeing the children was unbounded. We cherished the hope that she might be spared to us for some years, to be a light in our home and a blessing to us all, but the journey was too long and too fatiguing for her. She was with us four days only. The following Monday evening it was evident that the end was quite near. Before the end came she expressed thankfulness and satisfaction at being with us. About midnight she entered unto rest, a remarkable woman, a most Godly woman. Great was our grief over the loss which we had sustained, all the greater because we had counted upon her presence for at least a few years. She had reached 83 years and now her body lies in Chichester Cemetery, the ground being my freehold, the grave was made for two. This grave will I think be looked after by my successors.

After a pastorate exceeding seventeen years at Chichester we decided to move to Hastings, where I acted for some time as Chaplin at University School. Although I had no desire or intention of accepting a pastorate for some time there came to me unexpectedly a call from Kidderminster to take charge of what was then known as "The Old Meeting House" and of great historic interest. I was reluctant to remove from Hastings but the call from Kidderminster was so urgent and this charge so important that I decide to accept and after a residence in Hastings of rather more than two years I settled at Kidderminster, my wife and daughters still living at Hastings. My life at Kidderminster was full of work, for I had a very large congregation to minister to and watch over. At the close of one year of my pastorate I was urged to undertake the building of a new church. I yielded and took in hand a mighty task. I collected 25,000 donations. Before the foundation stone was laid I had the plans drawn by a London architect and superintended the building in all stages. In addition to this I collected funds, conducted services in the town hall and did a large amount of visiting among my parishioners. The strain involved in all this told on me very disastrously and soon after the opening of the church, now called "Baxter Church", one of the finest in the Midlands, I felt it necessary to resign the pastorate and rest for twelve months, during which time I took a voyage to the Mediterranean and was greatly built up thereby. Immediately upon my return from this voyage I was invited to supply the pulpit at Dudley. This I did for twelve months and then accepted the pastorate of King Street Church. There the work was beset by difficulties, nevertheless I and my wife were greatly interested in it. My wife started a mothers meeting, beginning with five members only and it grew steadily and at length numbered over one hundred and fifty. In this work she was greatly encouraged. It fell to my lot to deal with the housing of the poor. To the discredit of the owners and also of the town council many of the houses quite near King Street were disgracefully and cruelly unfit to dwell in. After repeated visits to these retched hovels I wrote to the local papers calling attention to them and urging the authorities to take some action, but with no immediate results, save that of the stirring up the opposition of some members of the town council, especially Alderman Billing. I was elected a member of the school board and took an active part in the management of the schools. I was credited, even by the Tory (???) with having been known as the "Religious and Sectarian Difficulty". Despite the somewhat rough element in the town and neighbourhood and the difficult character of my church work I was greatly attached to Dudley and the district, but the numerous calls on me for services in the neighbouring churches and on platforms involved a very heavy strain. So that when a cablegram arrived from Canada asking if I would accept a call at Guelph, Ontario I was advised by medical friends and others to accept. This I was most however reluctant to do, then was it until the lapse of nearly four months that I was able to see that it would be wise to go. Even then I had serious misgivings and tried to recede, but that seemed impossible. Consequently we made preparations to sail in early June. It was decided that Llew and Fanny should go with us, their destination being Manitoba, there to join my son Byron. As Mary's youngest child, dear little Dorrice was far from strong it was thought that she, Dolly and Dorrice should accompany us and stay for some months. D'arcy having lived with us from his babyhood and being as one of our own was as a matter of course taken with us. For the sake of the little ones we took with us a nurse, Tom and Kenway being left behind at Dudley -so nine in all. We sailed from Liverpool in the steamship "Vancouver", arriving in Montreal on Sunday evening June 20th 1890. We went on by C.P.R. on Monday evening, reaching Guelph on Tuesday evening and were met at the station by a large number of friends who received us most kindly.

We had not been long in Guelph before we discovered that we had made a serious mistake in leaving England. The representations made to me as to the conditions and prospects of congregationalism in Canada, I found to be quite misleading, but we resolved to face the situation bravely and do our best. In the congregation there were a few English families who were loyally and faithfully devoted to us, but the bulk were not to be depended upon. A strong but subtle anti English feeling prevailed and as to approaching a fine sense of humour, that did not exist. Outwardly all seemed favourable for some years, but we were not mislead. The health condition of our dear little Dorrice caused us great anxiety at the onset of our Guelph life. In the course of six or seven weeks after our arrival this lovely child passed away. By reason of this and other circumstances Tom decided to join Mary and arrived in Guelph at the end of September. After the lapse of a few years, dear little Hugh was born, but it was evident from the time of his birth that he was not likely to live long. However he did live long enough to be entwined around our hearts. He was a lovely child and when he passed away our hearts were filled with sorrow. Little Dorrice and he now lie in a quiet and beautiful place in the Guelph cemetery.

In the autumn of 1896 it became evident that it would be wise for me to resign the pastorate of the congregational church, accordingly early in the year 1897 I tendered my resignation with a request it be accepted without delay. The resignation to take place in the month of April following. My dear wife, although fully approving of this step, was greatly troubled and her health was seriously affected. An attack of grippe early in March ended in pneumonia and despite every effort to save her precious life she passed away on Monday afternoon March 29th 1897 at 5 o'clock P.M. This was the darkest and saddest day of my life. In order that Harriet, who was then down in Virginia, might be present the funeral was fixed for Saturday April 3rd. On that day, at 2 P.M. a brief service was held at the house conducted by Dr. Wardrope and Dr. Torrence. The members of the family present with me at that time were Harriet, Tom and Mary, Kenway, Llew, D'arcy and Dolly. At 3 o'clock my dear wife was laid in the grave, the Arch Deacon officiating, as the grave was in the English church portion of the cemetery, a lovely spot.

In the course of two months, Margaret and her little baby boy and Janet came out from England on a visit to me. Soon after they arrived Kenway returned to England accompanied by Mary and Dolly, who were to visit some friends in the old land. In August following tidings came of the death of Arthur, Margaret's husband. Up to spring 1903 there was no other break by death in the family circle. On the 22nd December 1902 I went to New York to spend some time with my children there at the "Gosford", my visit turned out to be more extended than I expected when I left Guelph.

I the early part of February I was continually haunted by anxious thoughts about Margaret, the dread of some imminent peril was ever present in my mind. Early in the last week of February tidings of her illness reached us. The Guelph doctor was telegraphed to ask particulars by Harriet. About six o'clock on Friday evening February 27th the doctor's reply by telegraph was "case hopeless". When the telegraph came Harriet was packing my trunk, preparatory to my journey that evening by the 8 o'clock train for Toronto and Lindsay (?) at which place I had accepted an engagement to take charge of St. Andrews church for a month. Of the effect of that telegram upon me I need not write. I left at 8 o'clock with a sad, heartbroken heart and ill fitted for the important service at St. Andrews Lindsay (?) on the following Sunday March 1st. Harriet left New York that Sunday evening arriving in Guelph on Monday afternoon, she found Margaret at the general hospital, a sad wreck in health. Through the constant and tender ministry of Harriet, Margaret seemed to rally slightly and hopes were cherished that although complete recovery could not be, her life might be saved. At the end of a fortnight Mary went up and both sisters did their utmost for Margaret, who expressed a strong desire to be taken to New York. With the doctor's consent preparations were made accordingly. Every possible precaution was taken, all that thoughtful, tender love could suggest was done. A competent nurse was engaged, arrangements were made with the railway people, so that the journey might be as easy as possible for the dear patient.

On Wednesday morning, March 19th they left Guelph, reaching Toronto soon after twelve o'clock. I met them there and was painfully shocked at the sight of Margaret's condition. At 4:30 she was placed on board the C.P.R. train for New York. In bidding Margaret farewell I tried to hope even against hope that her life might be spared. At 5:20 the train left, New York was reached at 7:50 on Friday morning. The dear patient having borne the journey remarkably well, the New York doctor spoke of her somewhat hopefully and up to Wednesday 25th the reports that reached me in Lindsay were rather encouraging, but alas before breakfast on Thursday morning, the 26th a telegram arrived announcing the death of dear Margaret, at 2:30 Wednesday afternoon March 25th 1903. Oh the darkness and sadness of that early hour when the fatal news came. A beautiful casket, hermetically sealed and carefully encased was provided. On Thursday evening , the 26th, Harriet, Mary and dear little Jack (Tom had gone on by a morning train) left New York with the body at eight o'clock for Guelph via Toronto, here I joined them. On Tuesday March 31st her body was laid by the side of her mother in a grave specially designed for two. The Reverend Mr. Davidson, vicar of St. George officiating at the house and at the grave at 4 P.M. The members of the family present were Harriet, Mary, dear little Jack, Tom and myself. Llew was absent by reason of serious illness. It was simply impossible for the other members of the family to be present. A photo was taken of the grave and doubtless every member of the family will have a copy which will be highly prized. The quiet spot where our loved ones lie has an additional sacredness to us all. There I hope to have a grave by the side of my dear wife.

In closing the outline of the history of my family and that of my wife I desire to state that there never was a wife more constantly and tenderly devoted to her husband than mine was to me, a more unselfish and self sacrificing, loving mother there never breathed. The children know that full well, her memory is blessed.

Up to the 25th March 1903 the circle of eight children was complete, but now that dear Margaret has passed away the circle is a broken one. The heart sorrow and the spirit anguish consequent upon her death and burial, God only knows. The earnest and constant prayer of a bereaved father and husband is that his children who still remain may be met for the eternal time yonder, that not one of them or theirs may be absent from that home.

The closing prayer is that merciful God be a father and mother to darling Jack. 48


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