Davidson - Louisa
Source: Crawfordsville Weekly Review 14 Aug 1874
The following is the report of the undertakers of this city since our last report. Coffin Factory Report -- Aug 6 died of consumption, Miss Louisa Davidson
Our sister, Mrs. Louisa J. Davidson died Aug. 5 1874. at the residence of her father, Jas. H. Harrison, near Ladoga. Ind. She was born September 6,1848 was married May 29,1870, to Sherman Davidson. Last November she buried her husband, who died of consumption. In March a little son died of tubercle of the brain, and she too, fell a victim to the same wasting disease of consumption.
Lou, was a dear sister, and a good girl. She died in the forenoon of life with many friends about her. But she died in perfect reconciliation and in the hope of a blessed immortality. She was an affectionate sister, dutiful daughter, a loving wife and indulgent mother. She leaves a little girl who will never rememember that she had a mother. She committed her to the care of her husband's brother, Jasper N. Davidson, and then met her earthly death with the same calmness that had characterized her whole life. Death is associatiated with many sad reflections. But we never can fully appreciate its sadness until it enters the happy band of a family and cuts down a favorite. Five times it has entered our home circle, and each time carried one away, and but few are left to mourn her loss. But we feel assured that only a little while and we all must fall in the way of that ••Reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen. Cuts the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.**
Source: Crawfordsville Weekly Journal Saturday, 5 September 1874
Our sister, Mrs. Louisa J. Davidson, died Aug. 5, 1874, at the residence of her father, Jas. H. Harrison, near Ladoga, Ind.
She was born September 6, 1848; was married May 29, 1870, to Sherman Davidson. Last November she buried her husband, who died of consumption. In March a little son died of tubercle of the brain, and she, too, fell a victim to the same wasting disease of consumption.
Lou was a dear sister and a good girl. She died in the forenoon of life with many friends about her. But she died in perfect reconciliation and in the hope of a blessed immortality. She was an affectionate sister, dutiful daughter, a loving wife and indulgent mother. She leaves a little girl who will never remember that she had a mother. She committed her to the care of her husband’s brother, Jasper N. Davidson, and then her early death with the same calmness that had characterized her whole life. Death is associated with many sad reflections. But we never can fully appreciate its sadness until it enters the happy band of a family and cuts down a favorite one. Five times it has entered our home circle, and each time carried one away, and but few are left to mourn her loss. But we feel assured that only a little while and we all must fall in the way of that:
“Reaper whose name is Death,
And with his sickle keen,
Cuts the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.”