The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1866-03-22
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DIED, in Pickens District, on the I'd of Janua-
ry. 1866, SALLIE LYNCH, daughter of j. W..
& Susan Crawford aged years, 8 months and
13 days.
On New Years morning she was quite hoarse,
from an apparently ordinary cold, but was playful
until later in the day, when she grew worse still
no danger was apprehended until about dark,
when the hoarseness assumed the form OF mem
branus Group. Before physician could be oo-
tanned, she was past trecoyery-he spirie
way to realms above, just at dawn of day. Words
cannot describe the anguish Of the fond mother as
she watched the little sufferer through that long,
weary night-her husband far away, and no friend
to comfort-but surrounded by her weeping chill
dren. she saw "Death" for the first time enter her
household and lay his icy hand upon Che brightest,
the purest the best. Heartrending was the scene
when the stricken father returned and found his
little Salle, his darling, his pet, still, cold, dead
The sweet voice, that rang in merry tones, BRING
ing pladness to his house and heart hushed torev-
er. The little arms that were wont to twine In
loving fondness about his form, folded lmmoyably
upon her marble breast-and the warm, pure heart
that loved him so dearly, beat no more IN joyous
rapture when his well-known footsteps fell upon
the Threshold 1t is no wonder, parents and
children, YOU grieve to lay in the dark tomb this
lovely, this beautiful, this bright jewel-lovely,
ave. and beautiful, even in death. She was o be-
ing not made for earth. Often, while here, she
seemed an angel of lght-so pure was she from
guile, SO far above her years was her understand
ing. so kind so gentle her nature, marvel that
we wished to keep her from the home where Sc
raphs dwell. 1t may be, God has some mission
| for her in glory or has taken her from some
great trials that would have crushed her gentle
spirit had she stayed. Let this soothe every re-
gret and feel that God has done it in loving kind
ness-who oftentimes chasteneth those he loves
Is it not comforting to think of the blessings she
now enioys-safe from sin, free from pain, rooed
in spotless garments, praising the Lord and join
inr her supplications with the Lamb for mercy and
acceptance TO those on earth she loved? Oh, no.
your sweet child, your little SALrIE, with sky-olue
eyes, and soft, golden hair, is not dead but hue'
| in Heaven Weep not, but bow low at Jesus feet
and you will be permitted to meet her IN those
green pastures, where flows the river of Eternal
| Life; there you may dwell an unbroken family
to be separated no more forever
We razed upon her cofined form, we kissed he'
pale, cold face, 49,,
Where fingered still her cherub smile, her mild
angelic grace
And tcar-drops laved her dimpled hands, ant
gcmmcd her golden hair,
Dcdecked with unfolding yiolets, gifts of the new
born year.
They laid her in her little grave the clods her 90
som pressed,
While tears, like rain from April SKIES, peaeWe
her couch of rest
And often round her sacred dust, light footstep
mark the ground,
And tiny hands their offerings bring to deck tn
"''i' ''O' ONE SHE LOVED.
Cold Spring, S. c.