



bitaary. 



ABBIE GUILD FORD, 

 DIHI) AT SAN DIEGO, CAL., AUG. -1,1896, 



Many hearts will mourn in sympathy with our old friend, 

 L. M. Ford, at the unexpected death of the companion of his 

 life. Only a few weeks since, in a very bright and cheery 

 way, he spoke of the happiness of himself and wife and the 

 pleasure of life. Mr. Ford is especially afflicted in that no 

 children remain from this long union to cheer and comfort his 

 declining years. A sketch of her life will appear in an early 

 number. Mrs. Ford was herself very much interested in hor- 

 ticulture, and especially in the culture of flowers. Sec'y. 



IN MEMORIAM. 



I am sad and very lonely, 



As I think of other days; 

 Sorrow is 1113' portion only, 



While I try to sinj;- her praise. 

 She was true as wife could be. 



For she gave her life for ine. 



In this land of palms and roses, 



Lay we now that form to rest; 

 While her dust in peace reposes. 



All we love has joined the blest 

 In a clime where none j>row old 



Nor lay down their harps of S'old. 



But she loved those prairie flowers 



And the notes of northern birds. 

 Lilies sweet in sj-lvan bowers 



And the tramp of lowiii<;- herds. 

 There are dear ones who will weep 



When they learn that she's asleep. 



She and I so lon<;- have tended 



FlowerJets fair from every clime. 

 Graces rare in her were blended, 



That can ne'er be told in rhjine. 

 Now at three score years and ten, 



Tearfully these lines I pen. 



My dear wife. Abbie Guild Ford, expired from the effects of a 

 paralytic stroke, received July 1*0, while going to visit the Misses 

 Clark at Coronado. She brought me, quite sick, to Los Angeles, 

 in November, 1885, and a year later to San Diego. Over forty 

 years ago we were married at Sandusky, Ohio, and went to St. 

 Paul, Minnesota, where I bought a claim in 1850, about half 

 way to St. Anthony, there being no Minneapolis in those days. 



Though an invalid from girlhood, she outlived man}' dear 

 friends, and only two weeks before her death looked as young 

 as at fifty, with only a tinge of gray hairs, and had not begun 

 to use glasses. She was born in Pawlet, Vermont. December 

 31, 1824, my birthday being January 22. 1825. 



L. M. FouD, 

 San Diego, California, August 4, 189G. 



