Posted on: Hancock Co. Il Obituaries Forum Board URL: http://cgi.rootsweb.com/~genbbs/genbbs.cgi/USA/Il/HancockObits?read=205 Surname: Boston, Kimbrough ------------------------- The Carthage Republican Carthage, Illinois Wednesday September 5, 1906 Page 5 Column 6 An Untimely Passing. The angel of death passed over the home of David R. Kimbrough, two miles east of Carthage, on last Sunday morning, and the spirit of the wife winged its flight to the mysterious beyond. Never has THE REPUBLICAN been called upon to chronicle a more heart-breaking case of untimely death than the passing of our young friend. Ava May Boston was the daughter of Charles and Rowena Boston, of East Carthage, and was born in this township May 30, 1885. Her life was passed in this township, where she received a common school education, lacking but a few months of graduating from the Carthage high school. Home duties called her away before graduation. Her unwavering devotion and unselfish zeal made her almost indispensable in her home, and it was not surprising that Mr. Kimbrough recognized early in her those rare attributes that go to make up a perfect woman and a perfect home. On October 18, 1905, she was married to David R. Kimbrough, son of J. W. and Nancy Kimbrough, of this city, and went to housekeeping on the Harper farm, which they had rented. Dave was hard working, industrious and ambitious; May was loyal, loving and anxious to do her part. It was a big house, and there was lots of work for both of them. They worked hard, and nowhere on earth did love and peace and happiness exist more securely or more supreme than in this home, in the dawn of their married life. The future to them was filled with varicolored rainbows of promise and pleasant anticipations. But as the first year was drawing to a close and the fruit of their first harvest was near fruition, the gentle wife of those few busy months was stricken, and after a struggle with a succession of unforeseen bodily ills, and when the battle was nearly won, swiftly sank to rest as a tired child is wooed to slumber on its mother's breast. The end came as a shock to relatives and friends, and the agony of the bereaved young husband is not measured in the inexpressive language of the pen or tongue. Bowed in voiceless grief, he sits beside the extinguished ashes of his hearthstone and the vanished hopes of a life. And arms and hearts go out to this stricken one in consolation and sympathy. May's was an exceptional character sweet, loving, charitable, faithful, she was the idolized favorite of friends and relatives far and near. She was converted in special services conducted by Rev. J. Arthur Hurley at East Union school house during October, 1902, and united with the First Baptist church of this city the following November. She was an earnest and consecrated Christian and an ardent worker in the East Union Sunday school. She was one of those persons who radiates brightness and cheer and whose absence leave the greater void. The funeral services were held from the First Baptist church in this city yesterday at 11 a.m., conducted by Rev. J. Arthur Hurley, former pastor of the deceased, who was called here for the purpose, assisted by Rev. J. F. Young of the Presbyterian church. Doctor Hurley's sermon was strong and sympathetic and strengthening and was made more earnest by the affection he shared with the community for the deceased. The body was reverently and gently laid to rest in beautiful Moss Ridge cemetery to await the resurrection morn. The pall bearers were six of May's most personal friends: Jesse Law, Golden Allen, Edith Cutler, Jean Lewis, Forrest Harnest, Floy Davidson. The floral offering was expensive and profuse and the funeral cortege was one of the largest ever seen in Carthage attesting to wide-spread affection with which the dead girl was held by the community. The following poem was read by Dr. Hurley at the service: / . . She is at rest,/ . . in God's own presence blest, Whom, while with us this day we loved to greet;/ . . Her birthdays o'er/ . . She counts the years no more; Time's footfall is not heard along the golden/ . . street./ . . That strange "new song"/ . . Amid a white-robed throng Is gushing from her harp in living tone;/ . . Her seraph voice/ . . Tuned only to rejoice Fleats upwards to the emerald-arched throne./ . . No passing cloud/ . . Her lovliness may shroud; The beauty of her youth may never fade;/ . . No line of care/ . . Her sealed brow may wear; The joy-gleam of her eye no dimness e'er may/ . . shade. / . . Card of Thanks We desire to express our gratitude to all friends who gave us the assistance of their services and sympathy during the illness and death of Mrs. May Kimbrough. With grateful appreciation / . . MR. DAVID KIMBOUGH./ . . MR.AND MRS. C. W. BOSTON./ . . MR. AND MRS. J. W. KIMBROUGH. Link: Bryant Genealogy URL: <http://worldconnect.genealogy.rootsweb.com/cgi-bin/igm.cgi?db=bryant>