Willard, the two-year-old son of Mr. and Mrs. William Mummert died at the home of his parents east of Leeseburg Tuesday, after an illness of short duration.
The child took suddenly and seriously sick Monday morning at about three o’clock and remained in an unconscious condition until death. Its complaint seemd to baffle the local attending physicians.
Dr. Percy of Galesburg, was called, arriving at the bed side shortly before it passed away. He diagnosed its case as infantile paralysis. A new disease which he claims is fatal in almost every instance.
However everything possible was done to save its life, but all proved fruitless.
Mr. and Mrs. Mummert are heart broken and grief stricken over the untimely death of their dear baby, it being their only child. The father and mother have the deepest sympathy of the entire community in their great sorrow.
The funeral services will be conducted by Rev. C. M. Wilson pastor of the M. E. Church, Thursday at 10 o’clock at the home. Interment in the Woodland cemetery.
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Willard Danner Mummert, the son of William and Nellie Mummert was born in Woodland township, Fulton County, Illinois, Jan. 7, 1909 and died at the home of his parents, October 11, 1910, being 1 year, 9 months, and 4 days of age at the time of his death.
The little child took seriously ill right at the beginning, and the awful disease that took hold of the little body was too much for the the most skilled physician to subdue. The illness lasted from early Monday morning, October 10 until the evening of the 11th, and death claimed the precious little life as its victim.
The funeral services were held Thursday morning at the Woodland Church of the Brethren. The funeral was a sad one, and very largely attended by the many sympathizing relatives, friends and neighbors of the family. The services were conducted by Rev. C. M. Wilson and the body was interred in the Woodland cemetery near the church.
The departure of little Willard has caused lamentation and bitter weeping; but, “Of such is the kingdom of Heaven.”
Weep not for him! His memory is the shrine
Of pleasant thoughts soft as the scent of flowers,
Calm as on windless eve the sun’s decline
Sweet as the song of birds among the bowers,
Rich as a rainbow with its hues of light,
Pure as the moonlight of an autumn night:
Weep not for him!
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