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| Family Bibles Thoms Gibson |
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The Practical and Devotional Family Bible, The Holy Bible containing the Old and New
Testaments, William Collins, Sons, and Company, Limited, Glasgow and London.
The Bible is now in the possession of the C. G. Brisee Genealogy Library, Irwin, Iowa.
Parents Names
Husband: Thomas Gibson Born: 26th December 1832
Wife: Agnes Somerville Born: 22nd December 1835 Married: 2nd June 1857
Wife: Helen Lind Weir Born: 12th January 1842 Married: 6th March 1884
Childrens Names
Catherine Pennie Gibson Born 13th April 1858
James Tweedie Gibson Born 17th October 1859
Alexander Somerville Gibson Born 16th June 1863
John Thomas Gibson Born 25th September 1867
Thomas Cochrane Gibson Born 19th November 1873
Marriages
Catherine Pennie Gibson & Mathew Anderson 29th November 1883
James Tweedie Gibson & Jeanie McIndoe 2nd October 1888
John Thomas Gibson & Maggie Lawson Robertson 24th December 1891
Thomas Cochrane Gibson & Sara Mitchell Hunter August 1897
Agnes Somerville 17th January 1883
James Tweedie Gibson 22nd September 1890
Alexander Somerville Gibson 23rd May 1893
Thomas Cochrane Gibson 25th April 1902
Thomas Gibson 20th June 1903
Insertions
Included is a poem commemorating the death of Mr. David Lind, possibly a relative of
Helen Lind Weir and possibly the builder of the Scott Monument and the Livingstone
Monument, both in Edinburgh.
LINES
on the
Death of Mr. David Lind
Builder, Edinburgh
Who Died
2d February 1856.
He is sleeping, gently sleeping,
where the willows sadly wave;
Where the stars their watch are keeping--
and the wild flowers nightly weeping
Dewy tears upon his grave.
He is happier, far, far happier,
Than in this world of care like ours;
For his soul grew sad and weary
Of a world so dark and dreary--
Long'd he for the Heavenly bowers.
Then Christ called him, gently called him;
Gladly did his spirit soar;
Leaving all the ties that bound him--
Leaving weeping friends behind him,
For an ever happy shore.
But we miss him, sadly miss him,
For his home seems lone and drear;
Now his step is hushed for ever,
And his voice will never, never
Break upon our list'ning ear.
But he's happy, ah! how happy!
For he dwells with angels now:
May we learn to say with pleasure,
Tho' from us Thou'st ta'en our treasure,
Father! to Thy will we bow.
The Practical and Devotional Family Bible, The Holy Bible containing the Old and New
Testaments, William Collins, Sons, and Company, Limited, Glasgow and London.
The Bible is now in the possession of the C. G. Brisee Genealogy Library, Irwin, Iowa.
Parents Names
Husband: Thomas Gibson Born: 26th December 1832
Wife: Agnes Somerville Born: 22nd December 1835 Married: 2nd June 1857
Wife: Helen Lind Weir Born: 12th January 1842 Married: 6th March 1884
Childrens Names
Catherine Pennie Gibson Born 13th April 1858
James Tweedie Gibson Born 17th October 1859
Alexander Somerville Gibson Born 16th June 1863
John Thomas Gibson Born 25th September 1867
Thomas Cochrane Gibson Born 19th November 1873
Marriages
Catherine Pennie Gibson & Mathew Anderson 29th November 1883
James Tweedie Gibson & Jeanie McIndoe 2nd October 1888
John Thomas Gibson & Maggie Lawson Robertson 24th December 1891
Thomas Cochrane Gibson & Sara Mitchell Hunter August 1897
Agnes Somerville 17th January 1883
James Tweedie Gibson 22nd September 1890
Alexander Somerville Gibson 23rd May 1893
Thomas Cochrane Gibson 25th April 1902
Thomas Gibson 20th June 1903
Insertions
Included is a poem commemorating the death of Mr. David Lind, possibly a relative of
Helen Lind Weir and possibly the builder of the Scott Monument and the Livingstone
Monument, both in Edinburgh.
LINES
on the
Death of Mr. David Lind
Builder, Edinburgh
Who Died
2d February 1856.
He is sleeping, gently sleeping,
where the willows sadly wave;
Where the stars their watch are keeping--
and the wild flowers nightly weeping
Dewy tears upon his grave.
He is happier, far, far happier,
Than in this world of care like ours;
For his soul grew sad and weary
Of a world so dark and dreary--
Long'd he for the Heavenly bowers.
Then Christ called him, gently called him;
Gladly did his spirit soar;
Leaving all the ties that bound him--
Leaving weeping friends behind him,
For an ever happy shore.
But we miss him, sadly miss him,
For his home seems lone and drear;
Now his step is hushed for ever,
And his voice will never, never
Break upon our list'ning ear.
But he's happy, ah! how happy!
For he dwells with angels now:
May we learn to say with pleasure,
Tho' from us Thou'st ta'en our treasure,
Father! to Thy will we bow.