Death of Mrs. John Carter

On the evening of the 26th, of November in the seventieth year of her life. Charlotte, beloved wife of John Carter fell asleep in this world to waken in that other where there is no more death. Among the earliest settlers of Mower county, Mr. Carter and his wife had known the hardships and privations incidental to frontier life. They had met the sickness and death which sooner or later invade every home circle, but never for one moment had the wife and mother lost the Christian trust and the happy faith which made her character so striking.

The young and joyous loved grandma and found her a faithful ally and friend in all their pleasures. The sorrowing were lifted up out of the slough of despond by her cheerful council. The weak and erring were met by her with the love and sympathy which we all hope for when we are summoned to our judgement. Those two whom life's cares seemed to heavy for their endurance took heart from her bright words and brave example and tried again. The old and helpless forgot that they were aged and grew strong again when talking with "Grandma." How many hearts have been uplifted, how many lives made better how many souls saved, by this one strong, sweet life! As the sweet voices of some of the young folks she loved sang softly one of the old hymns which was a favorite with her, "Going Home to Die No More," one could not wish her recalled from that beautiful new home where the rich fruit of her Christian life shall ripen through eternity.