TREMEERE Anne

Other Events:

• Name: Ann CANN
• _UID: 93085A708A0B40C1B84E65FC7B84FA49A45F
• Baptism: 12 Jan 1784, Bradworthy DEV

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Buried:
Headstone Transcription:
Sacred to the memory of Anne, the wife of Richard Cann of this parish, yeoman: whose soul was guided
into paradise, on the 16th day of April 1853. Aged
69. And throughout all those years of her earthly
existence; and into whatsoever state of life it pleased
God to call he, as a daughter, as a wife, and as
a, mother; she did her duty, like a Christian woman,
faithfully and well as it is written in the words of
King Lemuel, "Many daughters have done virtuously; but she excelled them all: the heart of her husband did safely trust in her, and she did him good all the days of his life: her children arose up and called her blessed:" And, like the widow of Shunem, she was content, loving and beloved, "To dwell among her own people!" Thencefore, as holy scripture saith, "Give her of the fruit of her hands and let her own works praise her in the gates!"

Anne married CANN Richard 11 Jul 1806, Bradworthy DEV. Richard was born 1786, Bradworthy DEV; died 18 May 1838, Morwenstow CON; was buried May 1838, Morwenstow Churchyard, Morwenstow CON. [Group Sheet]

Other Events:

• Baptism: 25 Feb 1810, Bradworthy DEV

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Buried:
Headstone Transcription:
To the memory of/Richard Cann/of Lower Cory in this parish yeoman whose/soul was carried by the angels into paradise/on the 16th day of February in the year of the/church 1842 aged 31 years/The second life which he received at the font/he cherished in the chancel, insomuch that with/the certainty of the one true faith through/the assurance of the blessed sacraments, and/in the safety of the ancient and apostolic wor-/ship of Christ in this consecrated sanctuary/of God, he clave steadfastly unto the Lord, un-/til "He was not, for God took him."
"Sing from the chamber to the grave!"
Thus did the dead man say,-
"A sound of melody I Grave
Upon my burial-day.
Bring forth some tuneful instrument
And let your voices rise,-
My spirit listened as it went
To the music of the skies.
"Sing sweetly as you travel on,
And keep the funeral slow:
The angels sing where I am gone,
And you should sing below.
"Sing from the threshold to the porch,
Until you hear the bell;
And sing you loudly in the church
The psalms we love so well.