Lizzie Demott
December 4, 1858-Oct. 11, 1875
Niles Democrat, Saturday, October 16, 1875, page 3, col. 3, microfilm Niles District Library
At the residence of her father John E. Demott, in this county, on Mondy[sic] morning last, of Typhoid Pneumonia, Miss LIZZIE C. DEMOTT, aged 16 years, 10 months and 7 days.
The Angel of Death has entered the household and taken away from loving hearts, one whose memory will last so long as life lasts with them. Death is always sad, but to the young, in the spring-time of life and joyous anticipations, it is doubly so. We can hardly realize that one who so lately joined us in the social circles and made home so pleasant with her bright smiles and helpful ways, has passed forever from our sight. Sixteen beautiful summers rested lightly upon her sunny head, but with the flowers which fade with the first chill breath of autumn, she has faded and gone, deeply mourned and regretted by a large circle of friends.
We have taken the last look at the dear countenance so changed; the loving light has been shut out forever from the dark eyes, and the rosy lips are blemished and cold, but as we lay her away in the embrace of mother earth we feel that she has only gone on a little before us. She has passed over the river and the mystery of death and the life beyond is solved now for her. She has entered into rest and in the mansion prepared for her is awaiting the arrival of father, mother, brothers and sisters, who like tired children they too shall lay down the burden of life and go to meet that which is beyond. Thoughts of that happy meeting will come like gleams of sunlight through the dark clouds which now over shadow this bereaved family. May they all be enabled to go for strength and consolation to One who so tenderly invites them and is so abundantly able and willing to administer consolation to stricken hearts in this their direst need.
"Come unto me when shadows darkly gather,
When the sad heart is weary and distressed, Seeking for comfort from your Heavenly Father;
Come unto me and I will give you rest.
Come unto me when flow'rets sweet are taken,
When the Ripe fruit falls rightly to the ground,
When loved ones slept in brighter homes to waken,
Where now their brow with spirit wreaths are crowned."