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- Essex County Republican
Keeseville, Essex county, NY
Thursday, Feb. 15, 1872
In West Chazy, Jan 31, 1872, Mrs. Lucy DOUGLASS.
Facts connected with the life and character of our venerable dead, clothe her history with, to us, more than usual interest.
Mother DOUGLASS' life spanned nearly a hundred years. She entered upon her earthly career before the formation of our Republic, being born April 20th, 1776, some three months before the Declaration of American Independence. She had therefore nearly completed her 96th year.
April 13th, 1794, nearly 78 years ago, she was united in marriage with Mr. George DOUGLASS, with whom she lived about 58 years, and by whom she had eleven children – eight sons and three daughters – five of whom only survive her. Fifty-five years ago, though converted some little time before, she with a few other noble and self-sacrificing once assumed the responsibility of Church organization, and thus was given life to the first Baptist Church in town, with which she remained a true and devoted member. She was intelligent in zeal, consistent in live, and resigned and triumphant in death.
From my first acquaintance with mother DOUGLASS, down to the last visit I made her, a day or two before her release, I saw that she was no ordinary person. Though bowed down with the infirmities of almost a century, she was remarkable for the strength of her constitution, the elasticity of her step, the clearness of her mind, the freshness of her memory, readily calling incidents that occurred all along back up to her earliest girlhood, and not unfrequently would she correct her children as to dates and other matters long since passed, and whenever an appeal was made to the record, she was always "justified of her children."
Her apprehension of justification by faith and the witness of the Spirit was as sensitive as when she first took a view of brighter scenes above. She was hopeful and happy to the last, ready for the angel choir, and when finally she weary wheels of life stood still, they came and bore her away on their snowy wings to her immortal home.
"Would you sit by the banks of the River,
With the friends you have loved by your side;
Would you join in the song of the angels?
Then be ready to follow your guide."
Yours,
M.A. WICKER. [3]
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