Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1858-10-21
OBITUARY..

Mr.. WALLACE:-1he following trlbnte was
written by one who knew the subject of it best.
Never did mortal being cling to earth, as did
her soul cling to that of CLAREYTINE. But
there were higher powers it seems, than hers,
and she went upto God. NJ,
Died of typhoid fever. in Fayetteville.
Tenn. on the 25th of September, CLAREN
TINE G. SAWYER, daughter of Mr.. Thos. l..
and Mrs. Henrietta Sawyer of that place. At
ter painful illness of two weeks the good
God saw fit to alleviate her sufferings by death
and take her into the joys of his kingdom.
Eighteen summers had she boomed upon the
earth. and in the full beauty and loneliness Of
girlhood she has gone TO fairer cline.
She was member of the n. s. Presbyte-
rian Church, living truth of Christianity--a
God-fearing and God-loying child, truly a
daughter of Zion--a sister of most holy
faith. She was meek and lovely as the son
of God--the ct recipient of his atoning blood
Ibis disciple, his holy follower. She trod
the golden path of virtue, arrayed in the white
vesturesof its way; in her maiden hand she
bore the wand of puritv--the unerring staff
Of truth and religion. What II seemeth fit for
Him to do, he does; and truly he led his child
by his right hand through the vale of Death
on that night of sorrow. She died when the
hours were usherine in the Sabbath of the
earth. She awoke in Immortality on the
morn of the Eternal Sabbath in the heavens.
We loved her for her goodness. for her inner
worth; the outer temple beautiful, but within
was the temple of the soul-chastened and,
hung with robes of righteousness.
She was ore of the brightest lights the world
has ever known, and with that light went out
one of the most beautiful lives that has ever
blessed the earth. She was duteous daugh-
terra firm, faithful friend all in life that
makes woman lovely and belovcd--all that
gives to her quiet sphere Its beauty, and its
happiness was hers.
She was child OF genius ard Of Song
zone of the immortal minds that was not
born to die" on earth. Possessed Of the high
est intellect, she would have shone in the
great galaxy of the world. Gifted with ten
talents ambition was not hers, and yetshe
buried not one of the great gifts cf the crea-
tor. She was a flow er Of northern cline
transrlanted to the sunny South: not long she
wandered 'mong its,heauties--until she with
cred soon. One of the frail ard delicate ones
of nature which she could not give long a
place among her grosser children. She sleeps
in the lone church yard now;--ere long anoth
er marble, washed with tears, will rise 10 mark
the place where SLEEPS cur Clarentine, the
good, the lovely, the early-called, the faith
full daughter, Christian friend. The green
hills which she loved rise around that sacred
spot--the stars come forth to keep vigil Ger her
death-slumbers. The cold clod lies UPON her
cofi ned iosom--uIon her death white brow
yet the spirit wing has borne her soul to God
While we weep over her sad departure from
our band, she harrs the praises Of the redeem
ed forever. We weep, we mourn the loved
dead, yet she lives in bliss--in glory. Fond
parents, light hasgone out at home; vacant
seat beside the Preside. Yet look above her
voice in one long Allelujah goes ont to God.--
Friends of the departed vacuum is in our
circle; we wall the sacr ifice.
World thou hast lost an Ornamental jewel.
Look forward all and see the final union, the
spirit and the body Of Clarentine uuited in
immortal youth and beauty evermore. Keep
green the memory of our friend -'tis a tit
lamp to light as to the tomb Woman re-
member her virtues and her truth--her life,
full of the milk of human kindness. School
mates, remember the brightest and the best of
our flock LET her remembrance he a holy
and sacred picture to hang up in the heart,
pure, and unspotted. of one foul thought for
ever To faithful and much loved friend.
the companion of my happiest hours. as a
sister would to sisters memory IIay this
tribute.
Rest thee, best beloved, rest thee
In the grave where all must lie,
Rest thee till the great Redeemer
Clothes thee foY Eternity.
Rest thee youthful pilgrim, rest thee
Thy young life light hath been;
M eet thou vast tn be redeemed,
Seraph-Angel Clarentine.
ANxA WoRp.