ASAHEL H. WOODRUFF
DIED at Terre Haute I.a.
Oct 18th 1838
AGED 24 Years
And is he gone, has asahel fled away, from lif[e]'s fair scenes to the regions of the DEAD
Yes he is gone by Deaths relentless hand. Had youth, or beauty, friends or virtue, power to save
He now might be mingling with his friends, and not sleeping in the silent GRAVE
There is nothing calculated to sooner lead the mind to serious & solumn meditations &
to bring fresh to our memory the events of our past lives than to visit the tomb of
those that are made dear to us by the ties of nature, of friendship, or of the blood of CHRIST.
Brother Asahel was a young man of the most brilliant talents, firm & independant in
independant in his principles. I had not been privileged with a personal interview with him
for about seven years but had corresponded together by letter. Asahel had a peculiar art in
letter writing which gave much interest to all the productions of his pen. We both had
long anticipated much upon an interview with each other, but my hopses were suddenly blasted. I
did not hear of his death untill the day previous to my arival at his dwelling. But I say the will
of the Lord be done all is right I feel resigned
[FIGURE] ASAHEL H. WOODRUFF DIED at Terre Haute I.a. Oct 18th 1838 AGED 24 Years
And is he gone, has asahel fled away, from lif's fair scenes to the regions of the DEAD Yes he is gone by deaths relentless hand. Had youth, or beauty, friends or virtue, power to save He now might be mingling with his friends, and not sleeping in the silent GRAVE
There is nothing calculated to sooner lead the mind to serious & solumn meditations & to bring fresh to our memory the events of our past lives than to visit the tomb of those that are made dear to us by the ties of nature, of friendship, or of the blood of CHRIST. Brother Asahel was a young man of the most brilliant talents, firm & independant in independant in his principles. I had not been privileged with a personal interview with him for about seven years but had corresponded together by letter. Asahel had a peculiar art in letter writing which gave much interest to all the productions of his pen. We both had long anticipated much upon an interview with each other but my hopes were suddenly blasted. I did not hear of his death untill the day previous to my arival at his dwelling. But I say the will of the Lord be done all is right I feel resigned
