WRIGHT, Will W.

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LOCAL AND PERSONAL

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Will W. Wright, a highly esteemed young man of Nineveh, died about three o’clock Monday morning. He had been suffering from stomach trouble and other complications. He was form­erly a school teacher in this county and while in health gave promise of a useful career. His funeral took place Tuesday afternoon, services conducted by Elder John C. Miller.

Submitted by Mark McCrady and Cathea Curry

The Franklin Democrat, Friday, October 28, 1892, page 3

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LOCAL AND PERSONAL

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OBITUARY.

Will W. Wright died at his home October 10, 1892, at 3 o’clock a.m. His death was due to stomach and bowel trouble, which he patiently bore for many months. Will was born September 7, 1868. At the age of twelve he united with the Christian church, at Will­iamsburg, ever afterwards living a true Christian life. His influence over his companions was great all seeming to love and respect him. He taught school in Nineveh township, for three years, during which time he was quite successful in all his work. Though his earthly body has gone from us forever he will always be remembered for the good seed he has planted deep into many hearts. Not only the young, but the old, will miss his kind words and pleasant smile with which they were always greeted. He was chosen sup­erintendent of the Sunday school, but owing to his bad health during the last year was able to attend to his duty only a short time, which was much regretted by both the church and school.

Dear Will has gone from earth forever,
How we shall miss his kind sweet voice.
But we hope to meet beyond the river,
And with him and God forever rejoice.

So brief his life with those who loved him,
So great his influence far and wide,
How his sweet presence shall be longed for,
By the home circle and friends besides.

Our Will, had just passed into manhood,
Most of his life was yet to be lived,
When in the dark and solemn midnight,
We heard the angels tread soft and still.

In their arms they gently bore him,
Far from us, who loved him so,
To that grand and beautiful mansion,
Where all with Christ’s love, stands aglow.

Far below the dim forsaken earth,
We laid our dear one, to rest forever,
While we, patiently wait to be sum-
moned home,
Where from him we shall never more be
severed...

And as we lowered him in the grave,
Free from sorrow, pain and strife,
Softly we dropped our tears and said
Be it God’s will,—for such is life.

R. W.

Link to Will W. Wright’s grave

Submitted by Mark McCrady and Cathea Curry