St. Clair County Obits

Etta M. Parrish

Appleton City Journal
12 July 1894
Miss Etta M., daughter of Geo. Parrish, died at her home three and one half miles northeast of Garland, Kansas, Tuesday July 3rd, 1894.
She had been in poor health about eighteen months, but was confined to her bed only a few weeks with that dreaded disease, lung trouble.
Her suffering at times were great, yet she bore them all with patience and fortitude until death released her of all pain.
She was cheerful and hopeful to the last, and when the call came she peacefully closed her eyes and answered the Master's summons - "It is enough, come up higher."
Being of a bright and pleasant nature, Miss Etta was loved by many, and will be sadly missed in the circles of society of which she formed a charming factor.
Deceased was born near Warrensburg, October 9th, 1872, and was therefore 21 years, 9 months, and 24 days old. She has gone to join her mother, where they will together await the coming of father, sisters and brother.
Gone From Earth To Heaven.
In Memory of Miss Etta Parrish.
Another hand his beckoning us,
Another call is given,
And glows once more with angel steps
The path which reaches heaven.
Our young and gentle friend whose smile
Made brighter summer hours,
Amid the frost and autumn time
Has left us with the flowers.
And half we deemed she needed not
The changing of her sphere-
To give to heaven a shining one
Who walked an angel here.
The blessing of her quiet life
Fell on us like the dew,
And good thoughts, where her footsteps pressed,
Like fairy blossoms grew.
Sweet prompting unto kindest deeds
Were in her every look;
We read her face as one who reads
A true and holy book.
The measure of a blessed hymn
To which our hearts could move-
The breathing of an inward psalm,
A canticle of love.
We miss her in the place of mirth,
And by the hearth fire's light;
We pause beside her door to hear,
Once more, her sweet "Good-night!"
These seems a shadow on the day,
Her smile no longer cheers;
A dimness on the stars of night,
Like eyes that look through tears.
Alone unto our Father's will
One thought hath reconciled:
That He, whose love exceedeth ours,
Has taken home his child.
Fold her, O Father! In Thine arms,
And let her, henceforth, be
A messenger of love between
Our human hearts and Thee.
Still let her mild rebuking stand
Between us and the wrong,
And her dear memory serve to make
Our faith in goodness strong;
And grant that she who, trembling here
Distrusted all her powers
May welcome to her holier home
The well-beloved of ours.