No tombstone.
DIED
On the 9th inst., FANNIE SPENCER HOLCOMBE, aged 12 years, second daughter of Dr. James M. Holcombe, of this city.
The bird whose wondrous melody delights the listening ear and makes it the household pet, will gladly desert its golden cage to find companionship among the forest warblers, and our little FANNIE-the petted darling of all-broke the golden casket that contained her spotless soul to wing its flight to its sister angels in Heaven. Happy transition-glorious change; the bright being we all loved so well transformed into a member of the Court of Heaven, and yet we mourn. Aye! Though conscious of her own happiness, the dear child held suck possession of our hearts, had entwined herself so completely in our being, that we would feign confine her to an earthly cage, and deprive her of the home which her virtues had purchased. 'Tis customary to laud the dead, to forget their vices and speak only of their virtues; but in this instance that charitable act is uncalled for. Fannie was more nearly perfect in the eyes and hearts of those who knew her than any creature whose lot is cast on earth. Her gentleness won the love and affection of her companions; her truthfulness endeared her to all, while her beauty, though possessing it in an eminent degree, was her smallest attraction. The golden-haired darling could elicit praise and compliments from those most chary of such things, but they always failed to awaken one spark of pride save that glorious kind which seems inherent in all noble natures.
T'was a sad and solemn sight to witness the death bed scene; those of her own sex who knew her best weeping over the fast-fading life, while rough men who had often stood in the presence of death and looked calmly on his coming, now vainly sought to hide the tears that welled forth uncalled; the last rites of the church she loved so well administered by her pastor, the tender leave taken of her kindred, the messages to the absent mother who loved her child with such devotion-all, all, was a sad and lonely tableau for the coldest heart to witness. The procession of Sunday school children who accompanied the remains to the Catholic Church; the long line of carriages-longer than any ever before witnessed in this city-attest the esteem in which she was held by all. We can now only say, farewell, dear Fannie; we will miss you sadly, but we submit to the will of Him who has taken you to Himself.
Pine Bluff Weekly Press
October 14, 1875
Page 4
DIED
On the 9th inst., FANNIE SPENCER HOLCOMBE, aged 12 years, second daughter of Dr. James M. Holcombe, of this city.
The bird whose wondrous melody delights the listening ear and makes it the household pet, will gladly desert its golden cage to find companionship among the forest warblers, and our little FANNIE-the petted darling of all-broke the golden casket that contained her spotless soul to wing its flight to its sister angels in Heaven. Happy transition-glorious change; the bright being we all loved so well transformed into a member of the Court of Heaven, and yet we mourn. Aye! Though conscious of her own happiness, the dear child held suck possession of our hearts, had entwined herself so completely in our being, that we would feign confine her to an earthly cage, and deprive her of the home which her virtues had purchased. 'Tis customary to laud the dead, to forget their vices and speak only of their virtues; but in this instance that charitable act is uncalled for. Fannie was more nearly perfect in the eyes and hearts of those who knew her than any creature whose lot is cast on earth. Her gentleness won the love and affection of her companions; her truthfulness endeared her to all, while her beauty, though possessing it in an eminent degree, was her smallest attraction. The golden-haired darling could elicit praise and compliments from those most chary of such things, but they always failed to awaken one spark of pride save that glorious kind which seems inherent in all noble natures.
T'was a sad and solemn sight to witness the death bed scene; those of her own sex who knew her best weeping over the fast-fading life, while rough men who had often stood in the presence of death and looked calmly on his coming, now vainly sought to hide the tears that welled forth uncalled; the last rites of the church she loved so well administered by her pastor, the tender leave taken of her kindred, the messages to the absent mother who loved her child with such devotion-all, all, was a sad and lonely tableau for the coldest heart to witness. The procession of Sunday school children who accompanied the remains to the Catholic Church; the long line of carriages-longer than any ever before witnessed in this city-attest the esteem in which she was held by all. We can now only say, farewell, dear Fannie; we will miss you sadly, but we submit to the will of Him who has taken you to Himself.
Pine Bluff Weekly Press
October 14, 1875
Page 4
No tombstone.
DIED
On the 9th inst., FANNIE SPENCER HOLCOMBE, aged 12 years, second daughter of Dr. James M. Holcombe, of this city.
The bird whose wondrous melody delights the listening ear and makes it the household pet, will gladly desert its golden cage to find companionship among the forest warblers, and our little FANNIE-the petted darling of all-broke the golden casket that contained her spotless soul to wing its flight to its sister angels in Heaven. Happy transition-glorious change; the bright being we all loved so well transformed into a member of the Court of Heaven, and yet we mourn. Aye! Though conscious of her own happiness, the dear child held suck possession of our hearts, had entwined herself so completely in our being, that we would feign confine her to an earthly cage, and deprive her of the home which her virtues had purchased. 'Tis customary to laud the dead, to forget their vices and speak only of their virtues; but in this instance that charitable act is uncalled for. Fannie was more nearly perfect in the eyes and hearts of those who knew her than any creature whose lot is cast on earth. Her gentleness won the love and affection of her companions; her truthfulness endeared her to all, while her beauty, though possessing it in an eminent degree, was her smallest attraction. The golden-haired darling could elicit praise and compliments from those most chary of such things, but they always failed to awaken one spark of pride save that glorious kind which seems inherent in all noble natures.
T'was a sad and solemn sight to witness the death bed scene; those of her own sex who knew her best weeping over the fast-fading life, while rough men who had often stood in the presence of death and looked calmly on his coming, now vainly sought to hide the tears that welled forth uncalled; the last rites of the church she loved so well administered by her pastor, the tender leave taken of her kindred, the messages to the absent mother who loved her child with such devotion-all, all, was a sad and lonely tableau for the coldest heart to witness. The procession of Sunday school children who accompanied the remains to the Catholic Church; the long line of carriages-longer than any ever before witnessed in this city-attest the esteem in which she was held by all. We can now only say, farewell, dear Fannie; we will miss you sadly, but we submit to the will of Him who has taken you to Himself.
Pine Bluff Weekly Press
October 14, 1875
Page 4
DIED
On the 9th inst., FANNIE SPENCER HOLCOMBE, aged 12 years, second daughter of Dr. James M. Holcombe, of this city.
The bird whose wondrous melody delights the listening ear and makes it the household pet, will gladly desert its golden cage to find companionship among the forest warblers, and our little FANNIE-the petted darling of all-broke the golden casket that contained her spotless soul to wing its flight to its sister angels in Heaven. Happy transition-glorious change; the bright being we all loved so well transformed into a member of the Court of Heaven, and yet we mourn. Aye! Though conscious of her own happiness, the dear child held suck possession of our hearts, had entwined herself so completely in our being, that we would feign confine her to an earthly cage, and deprive her of the home which her virtues had purchased. 'Tis customary to laud the dead, to forget their vices and speak only of their virtues; but in this instance that charitable act is uncalled for. Fannie was more nearly perfect in the eyes and hearts of those who knew her than any creature whose lot is cast on earth. Her gentleness won the love and affection of her companions; her truthfulness endeared her to all, while her beauty, though possessing it in an eminent degree, was her smallest attraction. The golden-haired darling could elicit praise and compliments from those most chary of such things, but they always failed to awaken one spark of pride save that glorious kind which seems inherent in all noble natures.
T'was a sad and solemn sight to witness the death bed scene; those of her own sex who knew her best weeping over the fast-fading life, while rough men who had often stood in the presence of death and looked calmly on his coming, now vainly sought to hide the tears that welled forth uncalled; the last rites of the church she loved so well administered by her pastor, the tender leave taken of her kindred, the messages to the absent mother who loved her child with such devotion-all, all, was a sad and lonely tableau for the coldest heart to witness. The procession of Sunday school children who accompanied the remains to the Catholic Church; the long line of carriages-longer than any ever before witnessed in this city-attest the esteem in which she was held by all. We can now only say, farewell, dear Fannie; we will miss you sadly, but we submit to the will of Him who has taken you to Himself.
Pine Bluff Weekly Press
October 14, 1875
Page 4
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