Bessie Hornbrook Thrall

Other Events and Attributes:

• Name: Walter Edward Thrall

Edward married Julia M Hornbrook on 27 Mar 1867. Julia was born in Evansville, Vanderburgh, Indiana, USA; and died. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Newton married Sarah Jane Cox on 19 Feb 1838 in New Harmony, Posey, Indiana, USA. Sarah was born on 4 Dec 1816 in Winchester, Winchester (city), Virginia, USA; died on 16 Oct 1894 in New Harmony, Posey, Indiana, USA. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Other Events and Attributes:

• Residence: Winchester, Winchester (city), Virginia, USA

Other Events and Attributes:

• Occupation: Old Homestead, Turkey Hills, Connecticut, USA; Farmer
• Residence: 1859, Old Homestead, Turkey Hills, Connecticut, USA

Walter married Lydia Skinner on 9 May 1805. Lydia was born on 9 Feb 1787; died on 4 Mar 1859. [Group Sheet] [Family Chart]

Notes:

The following verses were written by her husband Walter after Lydia's death...

"THE MOURNING HUSBAND.

Though God oÂ’erwhelms with sovereign stroke, And blasts my dearest pleasures here, His cheering smiles IÂ’ll still invoke And love, and trust, and hope and fear.

Though clouds may hide his smiling face, His chastenings, and his love unite, In darkest hours, his sovereign grace, Like bow of promise, cheers my sight.

He leads me on through lifeÂ’s dark path With future wisely hid from view; I feel the tokens of his wrath Mingled with blessings not a few.

Such sorrow fills my wounded heart, As friends, or strangers, cannot tell; God has taken my better part, Yet I would worship, and be still.

The world to me is clad in gloom, Its pleasures dim with grief, alloy, For lo! the dark insatiate tomb Hides now the relic of lifeÂ’s joy.

Yet hope inspires my soul to trust, And may that hope neÂ’er prove in vain, That Christ will raise that precious dust, And I shall see her yet again.

Strong faith presents her to my sight, For ever fixed in heavenly home, Arrayed in robes of purest light And beckoning me with smiles to come.

In glorious hopes, my soulÂ’s delight, To live in day, without the night; No more to sin, no more to die, To live with God, and friends on high.

By night, by day, my thoughts ascend, And rove through heavenly scenes above; Angels I pass, to meet my friend, And Saviour too, with equal love.

But when the happy visions fade, I realize I’m here below— A pilgrim walking in the shade, Of death’s dark monument of woe."