The Worcester Miscellany
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No. 1238 Frederick Augustus Worcester

Wife, Matilda's Obituary

By: Rev. W. H. Cooper, who conducted the funeral:

"Matilda M. Jackson, daughter of Fordice Jackson and wife, was born in Virgennes, state of Vermont, May 1st 1832, and departed this life in White Hall, Saturday, June 22, aged 69 years, 1 month and 21 days.  Of her father's family, two brothers, Fred and henry Jackson, and one sister, all residing in Red Bluff, Cal., survive.  With her parents she came to White Hall in 1833.  She was united in marriage to F. A. Worcester, Sept. 25, 1856, at Jerseyville.  They immediately went to Windsor, Vt., where they remained three years, then returned to White Hall, making this their permanent abode.  To this union three children were born, two sons and one daughter.  The daughter died Feb. 15, 1888.  The two sons, Dewitt O., of White Hall, and A. F. of Mangum, Okla., with the husband still survive.

Mrs. Worcester while in Jerseyville in early life united with the M. E. church, receiving a certificate of membership when she came to White Hall and which she never deposited in the church at this place.

Her home life was one of singular beauty.  Her self-sacrifice for others' comfort failed only when the limit of her strength had been reached.  Light hearted, genial, accommodating, solicitous of the welfare of neighbors, she was sought for by the suffering, and like a ray of sunshine she entered many a home.  She forgot herself in her thoughts of others.  She possessed in her prime the strong, steady hand and the sympathetic heart of a skilled nurse.  She was a mother to every young wife in the community.  She never forgot the poor, she was respected by the rich.  She was beloved by all who knew her, and the tribute of the beautiful burial service of the order of Eastern Star, of which she was an honored member, was worthily bestowed.

Her last illness was long and distressing.  Much of the time her old friends could not be greeted on account of the precarious condition of her health, but with patience and fortitude she endured, surrounded by a few close friends and near relatives, watched by a kind husband and son, cheered by the visit of son from a distance.  All was done that could be thought of, but on Saturday evening of the long summer day, the wheel was broken at the cistern--and Aunt Matilda Worcester was no more.

 "Into the eternal shadows that gird our life around.
Into this infinite silence wherewith death's shore is bound,
Thou hast gone forth, beloved, and it were mean to wage,
That thou has left the shallows, and dost possess the deep."

  White Hall Register, June 20, 1901

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