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Note: Birth Records at Tioga Co., PA, book 1, page 32, line 21.
Laura was buried in Church of Christ Cemetery, Ogdensburg.
Laura's obituary from an unknown paper found in the Bunn family Bible states;
Laura, daughter of Stephen and Lottie Spencer, died, at her home in North Union, March 4, aged 11 years and 8 months.
A life budded on earth to bloom in Heaven, has taken its voyage across the deep waters of death, into the bright harbor of Celestial light and love. It is our Master's will, to pluck the fair flowers of childhood for a transplanting in the Eternal Gardens. How quickly God moved the Barque bearing its precious cargo of an innocent soul; how silently the sails had filled with the whispering winds and sweet perfumes that blew toward the land of sunshine that lies beyond the mountain of the hereafter. How unconscious was the young soul of its delightful journey that was so near; how rapturous the music of Heavenly choristers, floating across the still waters, striking between the shores of earth and Heaven. Our Savior said: "Suffer little children to come to me." How beautiful the sentiment "I cling to Thee" those who are earliest at the cross, shall be the first in the Kingdom, and their soul filled with the bloom of a Savior's love, which changeth not. These parents have been called upon to part with a child, their first born, one that, no doubt, they loved better than life itself. Sorrow seems to be a necessary part of human existence, but when grief comes, when the heart is torn with a mighty sorrow, and the sympathy of friends only opens wider the rent in the bleeding heart, then, if ever, the weary soul turns to Christ and we cry, "Lord, Thy hand support, Thy arm sustain." Sorrow, if patiently borne, will prepare us for better and holier lives. The fire of adversity will better prepare us for the Master's use. How fully we realize the eyes that sparkled with the light of love are closed forever, the lips are silent and the hands are folded upon the breast that throbs no more in response to the caress of parental affection. How different would be the parents feelings if they could look upward with spiritual vision, and see their daughter entering upon the life immortal. The light of Heaven upon her face, and angels wings would seem to fan the curling locks of the new-born soul as it takes its flight towards its Celestial home. The soul thrills with delight at the sound of sweet music and the tender voices of loving angels. To her earth is lost but Heaven is gained, and when the grief stricken parents shall have reached the end of their earthly pilgrimage, the hands of their loved one will reach down and help them over the dark river, and their first view of Heaven will be the bright face of she whom they loved so well on earth, but now glorious in the light of the Saviour's love.
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