With sadness we note the death of Miss Nettie Moore, who was taken just as she was blooming in usefulness. She passed away Sunday, Nov. 28, about half past one-o'clock, amid weeping friends and relatives. "Soothed by an unfaltering trust she approached he death like one who wraps their cloak about them and lies down to pleasant dreams," and conscious to the very last, resigned to the will of God, she gladly embraced death to release her from the suffering of her disease. In all her suffering patience was her characteristic. She was a faithful, devoted Christian, a dutiful child and trusty friend, loved and respected by all who knew her. The funeral took place at Petersburg, Rev. McFarland officiating. Her remains were taken to Rose Hill cemetery.
Here lies a flower so very fair.
Was nourished with the tenderest care.
Much brighter hopes none e'er will see,
Now ushered in eternity.
So delicate was this tiny bud
Just opening into life's great field,
Now lying still beneath the sod,
Leaves still a fragrance none can yield.
Oh, Master!! Thou an opening flower
Has called from this earth hence away;
She's flown now from this earthly bower
To fairer fields in bliss to stay.
We understand Thee not, our Master.
This providence we cannot learn,
Why in the bloom of youth she's taken
To that blissful home above.
Yet we know that thou art wisdom
Man's weak mind can't understand,
Though Thy mercy Thou art risen
To take us to that better land.
We resign ourselves in pity
To the hand of God, our kind;
Oh!! We'll miss thee always, Nettie,
But our loss is for thy gain.
Transcribed By: Jeanie Lowe