Grundy County IL Archives Obituaries.....Cryder, Jessie Belle 1888
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Morris Herald, Apr 1888
Died

Thursday morning, April 5, 1888, Jessie Belle, youngest child of Israel and 
Mollie Cryder, of Aux Sable, aged 10 years, 3 months and 4 days.

Jessie was a very bright little girl and had always enjoyed good health. On 
the Saturday previous to her death, she appeared to be as well as usual, but 
just at night she complained of a little soreness of the throat. Nothing was 
thought of it however, and she went to bed. The next day she was up and around 
the house, although not quite as bright as usual. Monday morning, however, her 
sister, Edith, looked in her throat and saw the white patches which indicate 
diphtheria. A physician was at once called and, after examination, he 
pronounced it diphtheria of a very malignant type. Remedies were at once given 
and on the next morning the indications were such that the physician thought 
the disease was under control and that the patient would get well. But 
Wednesday morning she was much worse and counsel was called, but nothing could 
be done to stay the fearful disease, and on Thursday morning about 3 o'clock 
the little sufferer passed away. She was conscious up to the last. On the 
Thursday evening prior to her death she had taken part in the play, "Ten 
Nights in a Bar-room," given at the Aux Sable church, and had acted the death 
scene of the little girl who was struck with the bottle and killed. In that 
play she sang the following verse:

We shall meet in the land where spring is eternal.
Where darkness ne'er cometh-nor sorrow, nor pain;
Where the flowers never fade-in that clime ever vernal
We shall meet, and our parting be never again.

When she had finished singing, she said: "Can I go to mamma?" The words seemed 
to make a deep impression upon her mind, for just about an hour before her 
death she sang the entire verse, clearly and sweetly, and then added 
again: "Can I go to mamma?"

Thus little Jessie passed away, leaving desolate the hearts of the loved ones 
at home, and mourned by a large circle of friends. The funeral was held 
Friday, when the remains were quietly laid to rest in the cemetery. The 
parents have the sympathy of many friends in their sad bereavement.



Herald, Apr 1888

Died: At Aux Sable, April 5th, 1888, of diphtheria, Jessie, the youngest 
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Israel Cryder, aged ten years, three months and four 
days.

"There is a Reaper whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath
And the flowers that grow between.

'Shall I have naught that is fair?' saith he; 
'Have naught but the bearded grain?
Tho' the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again.'"

Again, the second time with a few months, has the touch of death's cold 
fingers been felt in this hitherto happy, unclouded home. The first time 
taking to his long resting place Father Hampson, whose ripened years and long 
suffering had caused him to look almost longingly for the coming of the 
Reaper. This time coming suddenly and unannounced, he took with him in the 
very bloom of her innocent girlhood and beauty, dear little Jessie, causing 
the eyes lit up with parental pride and affection, sisterly love and brotherly 
devotion to become fountains of tears.

Jessie was a great pet and favorite, not only with those of her own household 
but of the whole neighborhood and a large circle of friends and relatives-all 
who knew her. Naturally generous, winsome, pretty and affectionate, she was a 
favorite with teachers and schoolmates; always a welcome companion for her 
seniors and a pattern and support for those younger than herself, each of whom 
now has some endearing reminiscence to relate of their dear little friend. 
Possessing a remarkable voice for one of her age, she was a very sweet singer, 
and having extraordinary abilities as a speaker, she was ever ready to lend a 
helping hand to the work of the Sunday School or Band of Hope, in both of 
which she will be greatly missed. Her last work in this line was the taking of 
the part of "Little Mary Morgan" in a drama, the proceeds from which were to 
be used for temperance and church purposes. Those who witnessed "the death bed 
scene" can never forget the perfection with which she rendered her part and 
the almost heavenly sweetness which she sang;

"We shall meet in the land where spring is eternal.
Where darkness ne'er cometh nor sorrow, nor pain;
Where the flowers never fade in that clime ever vernal
We shall meet, and our parting be never again."

And it is almost heartrending to know that the dear little one sang the same 
words and asked them to kiss her good-bye but a few minutes before the 
Recording Angel wrote her name among those that had passed to the other shore.

Many circumstances combine to intensify the loss. The disease was such that 
intimate friends were debarred the privilege of visiting her during her 
sickness. One Friday well and happy with parents and friends-enjoying the 
sunny approach of spring-the next Friday laid in the silent chambers of the 
tomb.

On Sunday our little friend complained of a sore throat but was little annoyed 
by it till Monday morning when medical aid was speedily summoned and all that 
kind hearts and loving hands could do was done. Wednesday fearful symptons 
appeared and ere the rising of another sun little Jessie was gone.

The funeral was attended at the house by Rev. Phillips of Morris, at 10 
o'clock Friday morning. Though many were hindered from attending the services 
by the fear that the disease might be spread there was not a household for 
miles around that did not and do not remember and sympathize with the stricken 
family and bereaved parents. Many a motherly heart grows faint and a fatherly 
voice husky as they pray the dear Father to comfort and bless the sorrowing 
ones.

"O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
'Twas an angel visited the green earth,
and took this flower away."

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