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- Death Index
1886-1905, Volume 1
NAME AGE Residence Place of Death Date of Death Cause of Death Vol, Pg#
Kincheloe, Robert 14 near Bertram near Bertram 1903 08 04 appendicitis 1, 29
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KINCHELOE, Robert T. (18 June 1889 - 4 Aug 1903)
Burnet Bulletin. August 13, 1903; From Barry Caraway (Cousin)
"Leaves have their time to fall.
And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath,
And stars to set-but all,
Thou hast all seasons for Thine own,
O death.
Youth and the opening rose
May look like things too glorious for decay.
And smile at thee-but thou art not of those
That wait the ripened bloom to seize their prey. "
Death, the cruel implacable foe, visited our community on the 4th of this month, this time taking Robert T. Kincheloe, the youngest son of Mr. and Mrs. C. B. Kincheloe, who was stricken down with that dread disease appendicitis. He was only sick about a week and never during that time did he express any fear of death or the hereafter, remaining conscious up until within a few moments of death, expressing himself as having no fear but what his future was right with God, (having obeyed Christ's teachings during the meeting which had just closed at Mt. Zion) and bidding all to meet him in Heaven.
And now to the sorrowing relatives, we would say weep not as those who have no hope. We deeply sympathize with you in this, your sad bereavement, not only the writer but the entire community. But sympathy will not heal your sorrow, none but the Divine Healer can do that and He will do it. You have only to trust in Him. God giveth and He taketh away. Bob, as he was familiarly called, was a good boy, obedient in all things to his parents, kind to his brother and sisters, courteous to every one, and will be sadly missed by all of us. But our loss is his eternal gain. All that human power could do, was done for his recovery but it seems the call of our Master was "Come up higher. "
"We watched his breathing through the night,
His breathing soft and low,
And in his breath the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.
So silently we seemed to speak
So slowly moved about,
As we had lent him half our powers,
To eke his living out.
Our weary hopes belied our fears
Our fears our hopes belied,
We thought him dying when he slept,
And sleeping when he died. "
And 'tis but a sleeping after all, for there shall be a glad awakening some day, when Bob, with all the dead in Christ, shall take his place on the right hand side of Him who came to redeem from sin, all who will trust in Him. A long good-bye to you, Bob, and may we all meet you in that "City not made with hands." where shall be no more good-bye, no more troubles, pain, or parting, where all is joy and happiness forever.
"Good-bye Robert, thy work is all done,
Thy beautiful soul into glory game,
Glorious life with its crown now won,
God giveth the rest.
Rest from all sorrow, and watching and fears,
Rest from all possible sighing and tears,
Rest through God's endless, wonderful years,
At home with the blest
Beautiful spirit, free from all stain,
"Ours the heart ache, the sorrow and pain,
Thine is the glory and infinite gain
Thy slumber is sweet.
Peace is the brow and the eye-lids so calm,
Peace is the heart neath the white folded palm,
Peace dropping down like a wondrous balm
O'er slumber so sweet.
It was so sudden our white lips said,
How we shall miss him, the beautiful dead,
Who take the place of the precious one fled?
But God knoweth best.
We know he watches the sparrows fall,
Hear the sad cry of the grieved hearts that call,
Father, mother, brother, sisters, He loveth them all,
We can trust for the rest. "
-J. L. M.
Death Index
1886-1905, Volume 1
NAME AGE Residence Place of Death Date of Death Cause of Death Vol, Pg#
Kincheloe, Robert 14 near Bertram near Bertram 1903 08 04 appendicitis 1, 29
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KINCHELOE, Robert T. (18 June 1889 - 4 Aug 1903)
Burnet Bulletin. August 13, 1903; From Barry Caraway (Cousin)
"Leaves have their time to fall.
And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath,
And stars to set-but all,
Thou hast all seasons for Thine own,
O death.
Youth and the opening rose
May look like things too glorious for decay.
And smile at thee-but thou art not of those
That wait the ripened bloom to seize their prey. "
Death, the cruel implacable foe, visited our community on the 4th of this month, this time taking Robert T. Kincheloe, the youngest son of Mr. and Mrs. C. B. Kincheloe, who was stricken down with that dread disease appendicitis. He was only sick about a week and never during that time did he express any fear of death or the hereafter, remaining conscious up until within a few moments of death, expressing himself as having no fear but what his future was right with God, (having obeyed Christ's teachings during the meeting which had just closed at Mt. Zion) and bidding all to meet him in Heaven.
And now to the sorrowing relatives, we would say weep not as those who have no hope. We deeply sympathize with you in this, your sad bereavement, not only the writer but the entire community. But sympathy will not heal your sorrow, none but the Divine Healer can do that and He will do it. You have only to trust in Him. God giveth and He taketh away. Bob, as he was familiarly called, was a good boy, obedient in all things to his parents, kind to his brother and sisters, courteous to every one, and will be sadly missed by all of us. But our loss is his eternal gain. All that human power could do, was done for his recovery but it seems the call of our Master was "Come up higher. "
"We watched his breathing through the night,
His breathing soft and low,
And in his breath the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.
So silently we seemed to speak
So slowly moved about,
As we had lent him half our powers,
To eke his living out.
Our weary hopes belied our fears
Our fears our hopes belied,
We thought him dying when he slept,
And sleeping when he died. "
And 'tis but a sleeping after all, for there shall be a glad awakening some day, when Bob, with all the dead in Christ, shall take his place on the right hand side of Him who came to redeem from sin, all who will trust in Him. A long good-bye to you, Bob, and may we all meet you in that "City not made with hands." where shall be no more good-bye, no more troubles, pain, or parting, where all is joy and happiness forever.
"Good-bye Robert, thy work is all done,
Thy beautiful soul into glory game,
Glorious life with its crown now won,
God giveth the rest.
Rest from all sorrow, and watching and fears,
Rest from all possible sighing and tears,
Rest through God's endless, wonderful years,
At home with the blest
Beautiful spirit, free from all stain,
"Ours the heart ache, the sorrow and pain,
Thine is the glory and infinite gain
Thy slumber is sweet.
Peace is the brow and the eye-lids so calm,
Peace is the heart neath the white folded palm,
Peace dropping down like a wondrous balm
O'er slumber so sweet.
It was so sudden our white lips said,
How we shall miss him, the beautiful dead,
Who take the place of the precious one fled?
But God knoweth best.
We know he watches the sparrows fall,
Hear the sad cry of the grieved hearts that call,
Father, mother, brother, sisters, He loveth them all,
We can trust for the rest. "
-J. L. M.
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1889 - 1903 (14 years)
