Mrs. Caroline True Clough was the eldest daughter of Robert and Eunice Harmon. She was born in Portland, Maine, April 9th, 1812. She was converted at the early age of nine years and joined the Methodist Episcopal Church of which both her parents were members. From that time until the time of her death she was an active working force in the church of her choice. In 1835 she was married to Reverend Mace R. Clough who was then just starting out in the ministry. Together they worked as faithful laborers for Christ, receiving many into the church and inaugurating and carrying through a revival work wherever their lot was cast. In 1855 they emigrated to Kansas, and were identified with it's early struggle for freedom. Here the record of their work for the church stands very bright today. In the winter of 1875 the veteran preacher was removed by death. He died of pneumonia contracted during his arduous ministerial work. It was hard for the widow to pick up the broken threads of life and resign herself to another and less active sphere, but she did it with a sweetness and fortitude born of her gentile nature and Christian faith. She spent several years in California, where she made a large circle of friends in and outside the church. She was the dear friend and laborer with her beloved pastor, the eminent Dr. Guard. She also leaves many friends in Baldwin City, Kansas, where the family were located several years for the education of the children at Baker University. Two years ago in March she came to Colorado Springs to make her home with her daughter, Mrs. John Wanless. She removed her membership to the church here, and was very happy in her home life and church relations. She had now become the very ideal of healthy, happy old age, active and energetic, with every faculty keen as ever, and her capacity for enjoyment and society at its best. Many here will remember her earnest exhortations, her soul-reaching prayers and grand old-fashioned hymns of praise. Last September she went to Kansas to visit her youngest daughter. She enjoyed the reunion very much, and was perfectly well to within five days of her death when she took pneumonia. Her friends found the result and telegraphed her children here to come. Her daughter started immediately, but reached there too late to see her mother alive. She had her senses perfectly to the last instant, and her strength seemed unabated. The trouble was local and the lung becoming solidified, death followed. She said she had no preparations to make. She had long been prepared to die, but she desired to live if it were possible, and said she would make all the effort in her power. Her strength of mind and clearness of perception were visible to the last when she was reckoning how soon her daughter would arrived from Colorado Springs, calculating from the time of her own trip from there. The Sunday previous to her illness she, with one of her grandchildren, attended a love feast and those who heard her say they will never forget her glorious testimony on that occasion, which sent a thrill of enthusiasm and fire through every believers heart. She afterwards sang with great spirit her favorite hymn, "Each Brother Ply His Oar". It was as if the early fire of the primitive Methodist Church had descended upon the people. They wept, shouted and crowded around her to shake her hand, the old veteran who had seen the trials and change of sixty-two years of Methodism and yet was vigorous and sweet to work for Jesus. The minister who conducted her funeral services said he never heard such a glorious testimony before, and her exhortation to the ministers present seemed like a voice from heaven. He would never forget her advice and encouragement. She died in Paola, Kansas, March 29, 1883 as peacefully as a child falls asleep. She was buried on April 1st in the cemetery at that place where the remains of her husband will soon be removed that together their ashes may lie to await the last day. She leaves four children to mourn her loss, but it is to them a consolation that Mother's life, so beautiful in its long years of loving toil, of generous sympathy, of Christian faith and household virtues, should conclude with a death so sweet, so peaceful, so serene. Her face and form were natural as in life. Her sickness was so brief that no emaciation or other change had occurred. Her favorite text, and that selected for the funeral is sweetly appropriated...
"I have fought the good fight, I have finished my course. Henceforth---- "
P.S. Her membership still remains in this church, as she designed returning this spring.
Mrs. John Wanless