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Dee Burris Blakley ([personal profile] dee_burris) wrote2011-08-06 01:22 pm

Sunday's Obituary: Rollins

I found nineteen news articles and clippings from late 18th and early 19th century issues of the Dover Sun, (now available from Genealogy Bank) that related directly to my brother-in-law's extended Rollins family.

His ancestors settled in Strafford and surrounding counties as early as 1644, with patriarch James Rawlins arriving in colonial America in 1632 from Cornwall.

Even with the magnitude of information - well researched and documented - about the hsitory of the Rawlins/Rollins clan of New Hampshire, information found in these news clippings does not seem to be widely available, and adds that third dimension to the family members that I love so much.
As is unfortunately often the case, women rarely received mention except at their births, marriages and deaths.

Such was the case with many of the Rawlins/Rollins women.

Sometimes, even the death notice or obituary was very brief.

DIED, at Somersworth, Miss Susanna Rollins, aged about 15...daughter of Mr. James Rollins.
Dover Sun, 2 Mar 1805

Every once in a while, it was much lengthier.


Departed this life on the 28th ult. in the 28th year of her age, Miss Rachel Rollins of Somersworth, daughter of the late Mr. I Rollins of that place. Her malady (a consumption), was long and lingering, attended with much pain and distress, which, agreeably to her uniform character, she endued with the mildness of the Dove, and the meekness of the Lamb. In the extremity of her sufferings, not a murmur, nor even an involuntary groan escaped her lips! She was all patience, and resignation. Such was the sweetness of her Disposition, it smiled at Grief! and such the purity of her Soul, the terrors of the gloomy Messenger fled before the heaven of her countenance. There, in the darkness of Death, Religion sat smiling, like the Star of even on the bosom of the night.

She was accomplished in her person and manners; possessed of a mind highly susceptible, with feelings exquisitely delicate, and tender as Pity itself. Modest almost to a fault, and chaste as the virgin snow. Her many graces and virtues, drew forth the warmest affection of her friends, and her ever decorous and amiable demeanour, endeared her to her acquaintance. She was a pattern to her sex in acts of kindness and charity to the poor, whose gratitude proclaimed her benevolence, and whose tears now feelingly bespeak the magnitude of their loss. Although cut off in the meridian of her days, yet she arrived to full maturity; for wisdom was her grey hairs, and her spotless life old age. -- As all her pleasing prospects below were vanishing in the darkness, they brightened above in the Paradise of light. Joyful her exit from this transitory scene; a dreary wilderness, a world of woe, a vale of tears! She has passed gloriously, triumphing through her REDEEMER, the billow-swelling Jordan of death, and gained, borne on a Seraph's blissful wings, the promised land, the heavenly Canaan. There grows the TREE OF LIFE, whose taste is immortality. There flow rivers of LIVING WATER, making glad the heavenly inhabitants. There tears are wiped from every eye - and there all her cares, pains, and sorrows are lost and forgotten, in the overflowing fountain of bliss.
Dover Sun, 5 Dec 1812

Something tells me Rachel was very much loved.

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