- Sophronia and Judson Farnsworth were 1st cousins. Gustavus Farnsworth was Judson's father and Gustavus' brother, David, was Sophronia's father.
- Sophronia was living in Atchinson County, Kansas but asked to be brought back to Lincoln when she died. She came back to Lincoln County March 19, 1888 and died in April.
- Obituary
At her late residence six miles from this city, Sophronia C., wife of Judson Farnsworth, died April 20, 1888 of cancer in the breast, after a painful illness of fourteen months. Mrs. Farnsworth was born in Fairfield, Vermont, October 14, 1833. She came with her parents to Buchanan County, Iowa in 1855. In January 1856, she united in marriage. October 1870, with her family, she came to Lincoln County, Kansas. In May 1885,she moved with her family to Atchinson County, Kaqnsas and remained there until March 19, 1888. By her request, she was brought back to Lincoln County, Kansas, to die among her friends. In early life she sought the Savior and united with the Baptist church. Later she united with the Methodist Episcopal church. She was a true Christian, ever trusting in her Savior. She was much loved and respected by all who knew her. She was an affectionate companion and a kind mother. She leaves a husband and five children (three daughters and two sons) to mourn their loss. The funeral services took place at the Methodist church, conducted by Rev. C.W. Caseley. Text, 1st Cor., xv55. The remains were interred in the Lincoln Cemetery.
Lines Dedicated to the Memory of Mrs. S.C. Farnsworth
While spring winds move with gentle tough
Each opening bud and leaf,
We bend above her slumb4ering dust
With hearts made sore by grief.
We mourn a friendship stong and true
Now sundered wide by fate,
And o'er the broken links that bound
Man's holiest estate.
We weep, but all our tears and sighs
Cannot remold the past,
Or bring to life the form we loved,
Her labors closed at last.
But on our hearts with loving deeds
Bright memory's pages glow.
That gained a joyful welcome home
When done with scenes below.
And round her bed, with gently hand,
Peace spreads her robe of white.
Whiole angel spirits waft her soul
Above on wings of light.
A Friend.
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