“Our Little Darling,” An Obituary for Carrie Louise Dorris

Our Little Darling
Obituary of Carrie Louise Dorris
The Bible Student
Vol. 2, No. 13, September 1900

On Friday, May 19, 1899, our home was made brighter and happier by the birth of our little darling, Carrie Louis Dorris, but on Monday, Aug. 13, 1900 at 12:45 P.M. the angel of death brought much darkness and gloom into this home by entering into and claiming our darling daughter as his victim. She was permitted to live with us only 14 months and 24 days. During this time she threw much happiness and sunshine in our home. Her stay with us was short, and we may not be able, during this life, to understand the motives and purposes of God in making our hearts sad by sending his divine sickle into our home and plucking this young and tender bud, but we believe that she stayed with us long enough to accomplish the purpose for which God placed her in out home. Her accomplishment her on earth will be revealed “over on the other shore.” During her short stay here, she suffered many pains. Her health was never good, and consequently was a little sufferer all her life. During the latter part of Spring and the first part of Summer her health began to fail more rapidly and she became nervous and could not occupy one position long at a time before expressing to us, by her sign, that she was tired and wished a new position. God, not willing that she should occupy temporal positions, provided better things for her and removed all pains and scorching fevers, and placed her little sinless body in a place of final rest and took her little spirit and transplanted it among the angels of God in the beautiful city above. She is now quiet and sleeping a sweet sleep in a silent tomb in the family burying place. She and grandmother are sleeping side by side only a short distance from their temporal home. Yes, sleeping where papa and mamma, can, with sad hearts, visit the little mound during the cool of the evening and water it with their tears.
The disease that took her from us was Cholera Infantum. On Sunday, August 5, she had some fever, but on Monday (next day) the fearful disease began to show itself. Physician and medical aid were sought, but no relief obtained. She died, seemingly, in perfect ease. She passed slowly away just as a light goes out for the want of oil. She recognized everything to the end. She took her medicines dose by dose as she was called upon without murmuring. After seeing that medical aid could give no relief, and after the last ray of hope was gone, yea, even after she had closed those little beautiful brown eyes never to open them again until the morning of the Resurrection, she knew and recognized the meaning of the touch of a cool spoon upon her parching lips, open her mouth, receive, and swallow cold water. She knew papa, mamma and grandpapa and would turn her little head to keep her eyes upon them until the finger of death’s cold hand bore upon her eyelids so strong that she was compelled to surrender to its wish, close her eyes and pass under the sheltering wings of the good Shepherd. It seemed that she knew that she was going to leave us and that she wanted to tell us about the journey she was going to take but nature forbade. Peace, sweet peace. But oh how hard to give her up. Have you lost a darling babe? Then you understand the grief. Have you not lost one? Then you cannot understand it. Our darling is dead. She is gone never to return. We put away her playthings and things used by and for her in memories drawer where they will be safe. We would not have them broken or lost for worlds like this. Her clothes, we lay away. We shall often look them over. Each of the colors that she wore will remind us of her as she looked when she was here. The little wagon, we place away. It reminds us of the many happy rides that papa, mamma and grandpapa has given here in the beautiful shade of the yard in the cool of the evening, and of those tender little hands that would grasp and hold to the sides of the little wagon bed, of those sweet brown eyes gazing through the tree tops into the heavens, and of those sweet beautiful little smiles which expressed her joy. The old rockingchair is another monument erected to her memory. We will often think of her as she sat in the old chair, watching papa and mamma while they were setting type. The lap-board, that was formerly used by papa for writing purposes, is placed with the other relics. This does not recall any pleasure or sunshine during the life of our darling. It recalls one of the saddest pictures, but we desire to keep it. It causes us to think of the pains and scorching fevers that snatched our darling from us. A pillow was placed upon the board, our darling upon the pillow. Upon this pillow and board the little doll suffered and died. Here she fell asleep in the arms of Jesus while in grandpapa’s lap. Last, but not least, the lock of curls, clipped from the little head of brown hair, when looked upon, will cause our minds to run back to her first existence in this world, to happy hours, beautiful smiles and sunshine, to sufferings and burning fevers, to the sad dark hour in which the angel of death took our darling from us; as well as to the facts that she is dead, that her eye has lost its luster, that her hands are still and cold, that her body is decaying and mouldering in the tomb and that her spirit is in heaven to welcome papa and mamma into the beautiful home of the soul.
The first Lord’s day in August was the last time that a smile was seen upon our darling’s face until breathing the last breath a smile appeared, which she wore upon her face to the grave. Little Carrie was the idol of a loving mother’s heart, and may this idol be a beacon light in the city of God to assist papa and mamma to the home of the soul, and to take comfort in the hope of that country where there is no sorrow and separations. The blossom which withered here upon its stalk, has been transplanted in the sweet paradise of God. “We live in the past by a knowledge of its history; and in the future by hope and anticipation.” God often calls the little ones home. This, viewed from a human standpoint, is the bitter cup God gives us to drink. But we, if children of God, must trust our Father. He chastens for our profit that we may be partakers of his holiness. God’s cup may seem bitter, and we may be long in draining it but at the bottom lies a precious blessing. We realize this as our Father’s cup and we drink it, unhesitatingly, uncomplainingly and with the spirit of Him, who said: “Not my will, but thine, be done.” God allures to brighter worlds, by removing our brightest objects of affection here. He cuts the ties which bind us down, that our affections may be free to aspire upward to things above. Heaven seems nearer when we know that our loved ones have passed in at the beautiful gate and are sleeping upon the bosom of Jesus. The ties which bound our hearts to earth, will henceforth bind them to heaven. Methinks I hear our darling saying: “Dear Parents, the King of kings has sent for your ‘little pet’ to confer a blessing upon her. He has taken her from a dark vale of sin and transplanted here in that land where redeemed spirits serve God, having all tears wiped from their eyes. As well as you love me, I would not be with you again. Weep not for me, but for yourselves, and count not yourselves at home till you come to be, as I am, forever with the Lord.” Darling, we know that you would not thank us, should we wish you degraded to earth again. It would not be the part of a wise parent to call you down from a sphere of such exalted pleasure, to our low lives here upon earth. We hope that we shall shortly leave this world of tears, and be free from all sorrows, pains, temptations and anxieties and dwell with you in the city of our God. Darling, we bid you good night, and say farewell once more, hoping to meet you in that house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. PAPA and MAMMA.

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