Cherokee County GaArchives Obituaries.....Dupree, Ralph June 26, 1884
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The Cherokee Advance 2 July 1884 p 3
He Is Gone

Little Ralph, the only son of Mr. and Mrs. P. P. Dupree, aged 10 months and 13
days, quietly passed away on Thursday morning June 26th 1884, after having
suffered only three days, and on Friday evening his remains were interred at the
Town Cemetery with beautiful and appropriate ceremonies by Rev. R. R. Johnson. 
Little Ralph apparently had suffered, but little during life; was bright,
cheerful and a source of much pleasure and happiness to his parents who almost
idolized him.  Having just arrived at the age when he began to make himself
partially understood by his childish prattling; walking from chair to chair;
recognizing his parents and holding his hands out to be taken by them to their
bosom; and a score or more of other sweet little baby tricks that can alone be
sweet and lasting in the memory of the stricken parents, he was fondly looked
upon with bright anticipation of the future.  But, he is gone.  We can no more
hear his childish laugh and behold his radiant face and we mourn with the
bereaved parenta (sic). When we say we deeply sympathise with Mr. and Mrs.
Dupree and other sorrowing ones we mean and feel that their loss their grief is
ours for we had learned to love little Ralph almost as one our (sic) own
children.  But we should not mourn for he is only gone before to prepare a place
for us. Little Ralph is safe, we are not. 

"Sad the silence at parting
From those we dearly love; 
Blissful the consolation,
Soon we shall meet above,
Parting on earth should bring us
Nearer, still nearer God,
Bowing in sweet submission,
Kissing the chastn'ing rod.

Silently, silently sleeping,
Puseless, and still, and cold;
Still, theres' (sic) no cause for weeping,
For Lambs of Jesus fold.
Tho' these sweet buds of promise,
Early are called from time,
Sweetly they sing in glory,
Safe in that blissful clime." 



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