BENNETT
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BENNETT
| Ella Smith (View posts) | Posted: 5 Jun 1998 12:00PM GMT |
Classification: Obituary
OBITUARY FOR FRANK BENNET --PAPER UNKNOWN NAME--ABT JAN 1913
CLIPPING IN MY POSSESSION
"AT REST"
On Wednesday, Jan 22, 1913 at 5 o'clock AM the spirit of Mr. Frank BENNET took its flight to join the white robed angels above. Prof. Bennett was only 41 years and 3 days old. He was laid to rest in the Cottonwood Cemetery Wednesday evening, Mr. Bennett's occupation was teaching school and was always sucessful. He was loved and honored by all who knew him. He has a host of relatives, friends and pupils who will weep for him. "Tis like the vine that clings to the giant oak, he had entwined himself around all his friends and loved ones hearts in a way that rent them in to see that spirit depart. He leaves a place in his mother's heart that never can be filled, but yet they say "sleep on dear son, and take thy rest. God taketh away when he knoweth best" May the sustaining grace of our Heavenly Father comfort and keep the beraved ones. He was sick only a few weeks but like him who suffered in the Garden of Gethsemane he murmured not. Rest on dear teacher and take thy rest, We will continue studying and do our best. Our school house is empty now, the bell and books he used are laid by. A pupils hope, a mother's and wife's joy. In deaths cold arm doth he; Go dear teacher to thy home on yonder blissful shore. We miss you here but soon will come where thou hast gone before. Those lips so sweet to his little child are closed forever now. Those sparkling eyes that shone so bright, beneath that pearly brow. That faithful heart that beat so high, free from all care and gloom, are hidden now from those he loved and lies silent in the tomb. A pupil, Fannie Anderson
CLIPPING IN MY POSSESSION
"AT REST"
On Wednesday, Jan 22, 1913 at 5 o'clock AM the spirit of Mr. Frank BENNET took its flight to join the white robed angels above. Prof. Bennett was only 41 years and 3 days old. He was laid to rest in the Cottonwood Cemetery Wednesday evening, Mr. Bennett's occupation was teaching school and was always sucessful. He was loved and honored by all who knew him. He has a host of relatives, friends and pupils who will weep for him. "Tis like the vine that clings to the giant oak, he had entwined himself around all his friends and loved ones hearts in a way that rent them in to see that spirit depart. He leaves a place in his mother's heart that never can be filled, but yet they say "sleep on dear son, and take thy rest. God taketh away when he knoweth best" May the sustaining grace of our Heavenly Father comfort and keep the beraved ones. He was sick only a few weeks but like him who suffered in the Garden of Gethsemane he murmured not. Rest on dear teacher and take thy rest, We will continue studying and do our best. Our school house is empty now, the bell and books he used are laid by. A pupils hope, a mother's and wife's joy. In deaths cold arm doth he; Go dear teacher to thy home on yonder blissful shore. We miss you here but soon will come where thou hast gone before. Those lips so sweet to his little child are closed forever now. Those sparkling eyes that shone so bright, beneath that pearly brow. That faithful heart that beat so high, free from all care and gloom, are hidden now from those he loved and lies silent in the tomb. A pupil, Fannie Anderson
