Washington telegraph., 1863-07-22
A Tribute to the Memory of Mrs. Mary
] Brunson.
Friend after friend departs:
Who has not lost .riend%
There Is no union here Of hearts.
That finds not here an end.

Who has not lost :riend@
There j. no union here Of hearts.
That finds not here an end.
The subject Of this brief memoir wa. the wife
nj DR. y. A. Brunson. Of Columbus. Ark She
| departed this life On the "a Of July. 1868, in
the sob year Of her age. after an illness Of
several months. In the death OF this estimable
Lady we recognize an event of Divine Provi-
| dence- which j. peculiarly distressing and
affiictye-cut of ia the bloem Of womanhooI
| just when the calls Of her family. the tender
| affection Of her husband, the warm attachment
Of large circle Of relatives and friends, were
| uniting their voices and saving: Leave u not
yet" As gazed upon her lifeless form
sleeping calmly and quietly in death, we
could only exclsim, ..Thy ways, oh God, ere
not r. our ways, nor thy thoughts as our
thoughts"
In early life she is said to have possessed a
beautiful person, fascinating manners and an
amiabie disposition; and to the close she still
retained these attractive features ever exhi-
biting cheerfuiness and vivacity Of spirits
Nobly did she sustain her part in the sacred
offices Of daughter, wife and mother Oh, who
can tell the burden Of that sorrow, under which
the aged mother, the disconsolate husband and
weeping children, are bowed, with the crush
Ing weight of this sad bereavement The
house which once was bright and Joyous with
her presence istlark and desolate. A shadow
hath fallen upon the hearthstone--the spirit Of
grief broods with deep and solemn hush over
the bereayed and broken circle. Yes her
spirit has departed; that warm heart is cold
IN DEATH those active limbs are still those
iips dust; suns still rise and set-howers will
bloom and fade, and bloom again-the moon
Will silver leaf aud tree around her own sweet
home-the merry laugh. tbs pleasant circle:
but she will not be there. She has exchanged
her home on earth for one more lovely in the
skies.
We sorrow not those who have no hope
| Tor we know tlat she sleeps in Jesus" and
her spirit dvells in heaven When very Young
| she embraced religion, and became a member
| q the Cumberland Presbyterian Church She
continued such through life, but felt that she
had never consecrated herself entirely to God.
Many weeks, however. before her DEATH she
| experienced a deeper work Of grace. OH how
she deplored the taste she had often INDUCED
| Tor worldly pleasures; and with what deep
| earnestuess she exhorted those around her TO
! sacrifice earthly enjoyments for a crown in
heaven. She felt that her own heart had bsen
made pure in the blood Of Christ-her only
trust was in the blessed Redeemer. Ii was nv
fortune to be with her frequently during her
last illness. never saw any one suffer so in
| tensely, and yet | never witnessed more re-
signed and patient spirit. She spoke with per
feet composure and even with joyful anticipa-
ton OF her approaching dissolution. She seemed
ever cheerful and happy. The blood of atone
ment was on her cDnscience-the spirit Of
| adoption was speaking in her heart-dssth had
lost Its sting, the grave its tsrrors-with the
eye Of faith she beheld her Inheritance on
high; her cup Of joy wa. full. Standing on
Jordan's brink, she said that '1all was we'll"
and though the murmur Of its waters fell
hoarsely on her ear, bright forms we're beck
| oning, sweet voices were calling, from beyond
the dark river, and minstering angels we're
present to convey her spirit to ''fairer worlds
on high" When bidding me good-by, month
before her death, she grasped my hand and
said, I'VE will never meet again on earth, but
We Will meet in heaven" / never met her
| afterwards until it was my mournful privilege
| TO mingle in the solemn service of her burial
Many who stood around her in her last hours,
testify that her end was calm. peaceful and
| triumphant. She passed away without a
| struggle. Even after it was supposed that she
had departed, heavenly smile was seen to
| play over her features, as if in token that her
| spirit was at peace, and was winging its flight
to that beautiful world, where 'the pure in
| heart shall see God" and athe redeemed of
fhe Lord shall dwell for esermore.
Surely the last end Of the good man ia peace.
| Night dews fall not more gently to the ground
Nor weary, worn-out winds expire SO soft. s