Obituaries - Davis
DAVIS, EBENEZER continued
Though many miles we lived apart
And seldom saw each other,
My heart is sad, my soul is grieved,
I know I lost a brother.
I remember when last we met
and gave the parting hand;
He said ‘good-bye’ with a tearful eye;
‘Come back whenever you can.’
It was only once my heart did ache
So much for any other,
And that was when the messenger came
and took my dear mother.
O then most merciful and righteous Judge,
We trust that all is well;
For we know the power still is thine
To save from deepest hell
Then help thy children here below
Of Thee to be not ashamed,
And when Thou sayest it is enough
Take us home in Jesus’ name.
In that bright land where there is no night,
And tears are wiped away,
Give us a place on Thy right hand
In that great and awful day.
Some may say it’s not my work
To write these lines so many;
But the Great Almighty knows it’s true,
I have robbed no scrip of any.”
[FMJ 1-25-1896, p. 2]
“Ebenezer and Margaret (Morgan) Davis...were natives of Wales, and established their permanent home at Frostburg after their arrival in America, the father becoming a miner for the Consolidation Coal Company, in whose employ he remained thirty years. Of their six children, three grew to maturity, Joshua, Daniel and Edward. Ebenezer Davis died when sixty years old, his wife at the age of sixty-four. They were members of the Welsh Baptist Church, and he was a Republican in his political opinions.” [from the sketch of Joshua Davis in Thomas and Williams, p. 807]
DAVIS, ELIZA CLAYTON
b. July 13, 1865
d. February 19, 1887
a. 21 yrs. 7 mos. 6 dys.
“Miss Eliza Clayton Davis, daughter of John Davis of Borden Mines, whose illness had been from time to time noted in these columns, died Saturday evening, February 19, aged 21 years, 7 months and 6 days. She had been confined to her bed nearly two months, death coming eventually, as it does to all lingering sufferers, as a relief to a spirit tired of earth and its woes. The funeral took place at the English Lutheran church and interment in the Percy graveyard Tuesday afternoon, both largely attended. A feeling sermon by the pastor, Rev. W.A. Shipman, and the numerous tributes to the young lady's memory made the occasion very touching. Mountain Lodge, No. 99, A.F. and A. M., sent a massive figure of ‘Gates Ajar;’ the public school class of ‘81 a ‘Globe,’ and Rev. Mr. Shipman's Bible class a ‘Pillow,’ all of which were lovely achievements of the florist's skill. Miss Davis had been a member of the English Lutheran Church about nine years during which period her life was full of exemplary performance. She was young, too young to die but in the spirit of the poet who wrote, 'Thou wilt never grow old’ her parents, sister and brothers may surely look toward her home above the sky and say:
Thus wilt thou be when the pilgrim, grown gray
Weeps when the vines from the hearthstone are riven;
Faith shall behold thee as pure as the day
Thou wast torn from the earth and transplanted to heaven.
Anthony E. Crosby and Michael R. Olson
28 x 22 cms
Cemeteries, Maryland, Frostburg; Obituaries, Maryland, Frostburg. .
Frostburg (Md.), 1800-1972