|Sarah Sweetser Butterfield Whittemore
August 21, 1807–February 15, 1883
|Died—At her home in Bowen's Prairie, suddenly, on Feb. 15th, 1883. Mrs. Sarah S., wife of Mr. William S. Whittemore, aged 73. Her disease supposed to be neuralgia of the heart.
Her health had not been very good during the past year, and during these cold winter months she seemed to be growing feeble. She had occasionally a poor spell, which, though short, awakened some alarm. Still she was able generally to perform her round of duties. She retired to rest Wednesday evening as usual. At four o'clock in the morning she awakened her husband, as she was suffering pain in the region of her stomach. Remedies were given, but all in vain; in about half an hour she ceased to breathe. During part of this half hour, she was unconscious. Friends were immediately present, but her pleasant voice was forever hushed on earth. All needful help was shown the bereaved husband, for which he returns his warmest thanks.
The funeral on Saturday was well attended. Prayer was first offered at the house, where the relations and friends had assembled, then the remains were borne by gray headed men to the Congregational church just across the road, where a sermon was preached by her minister, Rev. H. Adams, from the text, "The time is short." 1 Cor 7:29. Among the hymns sung, was the one commencing, "asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep," to the tune of Zephyr. Mrs. Whittemore seemed to be sweetly trusting in Jesus. She expressed the hope of renewing grace many years before. She loved the house of God, and listened with interest to the preaching of the Word. She was a member of the pastor's Bible class, and prized the publications of Cook, taken by the Sunday school. Seldom did she fail of being present at the monthly missionary concert. Among her last gifts to the needy, was a choice bundle to the colored Orphanage, New Orleans. The family at the parsonage can testify to the nice gifts which found the way to their table. She was a model of industry, neatness, prudence, patience, and quietness. She was a peacemaker; there is a blessing for such. Not "lifted up with pride," but "Clothed with humility," "in lowliness of mind esteeming others better than" herself. As a gentle, faithful night watcher at the bedside of the sick, she will be gratefully remembered.
She was like the modest violet, blooming sweetly, yet half hidden; diffusing fragrance in her own quiet sphere.
Mrs. Whittemore was born in Marlboro, Cheshire Co., N. H., Aug 20, 1810. She was married Dec 27 1838, which makes her married life a little over 44 years. In Nov. 1854, Mr. And Mrs. Whittemore removed west to Bowen's Prairie, where they have remained. Their children were three sons and one daughter. Two sons survive her death. Austin B., a farmer in Otis Township, Hamilton Co., Neb., and Henry O., telegraph operator of Sand Spring, Ia. The mother gave two sons in the time of our own country's great need, Austin and William . . .
Submitted by: Mary Kay Kuhfittig
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