Southern standard. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1851-1856, 1851-08-16
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Rarely has our community been called to sus-
tain great social loss as that visited upon us,
in the death of Mrs. ELIZA ANN, wife of Col.
Charles McLaran, which occurred in this place on
Saturday night, the 9th July, 1851.
The visitation, although more sensibly felt, in
the Immediate circle, domestic and kindred, of
which, she is so great an ornament, extends
throughout our entire city, and is acknowledged
by all
Its not the purpose of the writer to attempt a
eulogY upon the departed. Had he such dspo-
sition, he would desire better subject FORTS graf
ifcation: none, uniting so many intrinsic virtues,
and estimable qualities and one in our midst,
whose exalted merit, would meet with warmer,
and more universal confirmation, than the cherish
ed subject of this sketch. But her record is on
high, and her memory sacredly enshrined in the
hearts of the surviving and loving.
| Mrs McLaran, whose maiden name was Thur
man, was born in Ebert county Ga, Nov. 3rd,
1912. She was married to Col Charles McLaran
in 1882. For nearly twenty years, preceding
her disease, she had been devoted and useful
member of the NJ. E. Church. Surrounded by
affuence, and having at her command the means
of supplying herself with every luxury, that the
heart could desire, she preserved character,
which for christian simplicity and plainness, we
have rarely seen equaled. In her domestic life
were displayed elegance, without ostentation-hos-
seclusion. Having but little relish for the pomp
and display, to which her fortune and her position
invited, she sough her enjoyment in the charms
of retirement, where shielded from the gaze of the
multitude, and exempt from the frivolous agita-
tons of fashionable life she consecrated her hours
to friendship, to charity and to religion
We fondly hoped that life of such estimable
worth-one combining unobstrusive modesty, with
active and untiring benevoence, would have been
tod to nt V
ing exempied the spirit of christianity, and illus
trated its graces, she would be summoned home IN
a good old age with the fervent benedlcton OF the
benefciaries of her goodness resting on her God
ways though are not as our ways, and these an
ticipations are all dissipated. Of her, to whom sc
many eyes were turned an instrument OF ncreas
ing usefulness, and example of christian Il
deity, there is, alas nothing now, but nolseless
ISepuchre, wherein she rests, while weeping
church, heart broken mother, and an inconsola-
bic husband, testify to the night of sorrow, wrought
by her death.
To some of us it seems impossible that she--sC
recently buogant with life, flushed with health, and
ardent in expectation-so lately in occupancy Of
her seat in the temple where she worshipped, and
so active in the benevolent enterprises Of religion
in which, she ever manifested laudable zeal that
size should be dead What lesson does this e.
vent teach as to the vanity of human hopes
The consultations of that faith, which in health
has diffused so beautiful a radiance on her path
were strong unto her, she gave obedience to the
herald whose voice, summoned her to place a
mong the general assembly, and church of The
first born. Her pety was never obstrusive. l
was not as the tempest, but rather as the falling
: dew, gentle, constant, always IN reason and eve
t refreshing. 1t has embellished her public wall
and private history, and although the beam it cas-
upon the earth, was not garish, it was, neyerthe
luS nd 81 no Sta dipFt therefor
, Never can the surviving forget the earnest ex
hortations, the tender appeals, and the loving en-
treaties addressed by her to them, in her last Ill
e ness. All, systematically sweet was it, t
= lnger within the sound of her voice. as she blend
t ed it with her Pastor and friends while they san
Y to her, when she was preparing to dip her feet
Il the cold Jordan of death and melting was it t
e behold her arms thrown around the neck of hlI
e who had divided the sorrows and shared the joys
e life with her, and to hear that voice, almost los
e in the louder roar of the death-storm throug
n which she was about to pass, exclaimlng, "hu'
i band, oh husband, prepare to die y
:, = She is gone from us, and we morn, yet we mour
/ in hope ssfor if we believe that Jesus died an
rose again, SO, those also which sleep IN Je
1t sus, viii God bring with him.
n She has passed from us but her death, sent
n unto u.s. as church, and unto the circle at hon
:, from whence she has been removed, voice
IS solemn warning, and of affectionate appeal. 1t
h the call, sent back, by of the sweetest sprl
N ever Embossed from prison of clay, and bids !
lie be ready. The Eden where she powered, is des
re late since she hath left it, for the shadow of deaf
! is upon it. A lone heart pineth there. To hi
4, we would say,
Dr. Oh mourn not the departed
Wherefore should you mourn
G. You should not to this joyless world,
OF The happy bid return.
Another form stands beside the sainted Fam
,y whom you laid down amid tears and heart ach
st long, long ago, and bends Ger you nvitingly fro
n the chrystal throne. Another guardian spirit, ha
- thou, to walk viewlessy by your side by day, al
D hover watchingly and loveingly over you by nigf
K These speak you from the citadel oftheir ul
De mate triumph, in words of sweetest cadence, al
of their spirittones, could you hear them, would
es "Father husband come, oh come, to your hon
Of of fadeess flowers, and of deathless love p
,e May it be our exalted destiny, to be as soclatt
$ with the departed one in the realms of peace whe
is we
} will walk in soft white light, with kings a.
re priests abroad,