OBITUARY: Nellie Farlow, Brownsboro, Jackson County, Oregon 

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Medford (Oregon) Mail, Thursday, 7 Apr 1892, p. 3

Obituary, Brownsboro, March 31, 1892.

Little Nellie Farlow, the youngest daughter of W. P. and Lizzie Farlow,
departed this life at her grandparents' home in Brownsboro, Jackson county,
Or., March 27th, 1892, in the 14th year of her age. Thus has passed away a
beautiful spirit. She was born in Scio, Linn Co., Oregon, June 25, 1878.

Our hearts are sad and lonely,
And o'er our brow a shade is cast;
For one that we loved dearly,
To the grave has passed.

It was night. All nature seemed hushed to rest. Naught disturbed the
stillness of night save the low rustle of leaves from the trees that shaded
the house, and now and then the evening notes of the whippoorwill in the
large maple so near the window of the apartment where lay our loved one
that we feared the notes would disturb her now seemingly quiet slumber.
They told us she was dying; that soon our darling would be no more. We
watched as the little angel breathed so low, not a moan escaping her lips.
The physician told us she could not live longer than midnight, and yet we
hoped and prayed that our darling might be spared to us, for how could we
live in this cold world without her? You who have lost those that are near
and dear know how our hearts yearned over one who had ever been so kind and
gentle even while that terrible disease was stealing her little life away.
Oh! how we trembled; we almost held our breath in this dreadful hour of
suspense, longing, hoping for just one look of recognition.

Little Nell slowly opened her eyes and again closed them never more to open
them in this life. Her spirit had fled without a struggle, and we were left
to fight the battles of life alone. Oh! you who have little children be
kind, be true to them, for you know not how long they may be spared to you.
Sleep sweetly, little sister.    E. J. B.

Mr. and Mrs. W. P. Farlow wish to thank the kind friends and neighbors for
their sympathy and assistance in their late sad affliction.