Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1867-06-28

Died June Sch. 1857, in Madison county, Tenn.
after a short ilness, SARAH JANE hsTFs. VIE
OF b. NJ. Estes, Of this city.
What a vOiume Of unutterable sorrow Is con.
tanned in tie brief words absve-fn a moment
uttered, how long and painfully VIII their
echo thrill the hearts OF those whose blessed
privilege it was % love her. And who that
knew her failed to love- Hers were the sweet
womanly g~raee-soft, winning. gentle mans /,
and rare beauty Of person, which T.
attract all hearts coming within their inau-
ence. But far above and beyond her rare nat
ural endowments, the charms OF a mind culti-
waited and refined was the bright aureoIe Of
Christian light, which, eneIrcIhng her, dlffased
Itself Throughout her happy household, and
extended its rays to the outer verge OF a wide
circle of relatives and friends.
Young as she was, She seemed 70 have al
tanned the very summit OF Chrisis|aSS4E
frmness and peace, and the never making anv
obtrusive display or demonstration Of her re-
ngion, its glow mumined every phase and act
Of Ter sweet, happy lie for no stern austerity,
no chill ceasoriousness, was mingled with her
Christisn graces-ever sweeuy, softly. as rom
angel lips, her pure precepts fell. In every
Relationship, mother, sister, ~frlend-her piety
seemed TO trace out every duty and elevate and
beautify the performance OF all her sweet
Offices OF love.
II, when she was with us-the glow OF health
perfecting her rare beauty, her smile Of peace
and charity illuminating her pure fair brow
U falling like a benson upon all who APP
preached her-if, when she stood by US with
tenderest hand to soothe our pain, with kind
est heart and softest voice to give solaee to our
sorrow-if, then, words failed US 10 describe her
grace and beauty, and the love we gave her.
what wonder pss that she is gone to the
grave now that our aching hearts hudder at
the void Ter absence makes, what wonder taat
our lips fslter and close mutely whsu wewOuld
essay to trace an outline Of her loveliness, and
refuse uEeranee 70 he deep emotions Of our
souig9
SARAH ANE JOHNSTON was born in Hay
wood county, Tenn, December 4th, 1925. When
about sixteen years OF age she enrolled herself
among the Children OF God and became a
member Of the Presbyterian church, eontinu-
ing that connection With rare consistency to
the day of her DEATH She married Bedford 81.
Estes may fLh, 1854, in Madison county, and
from that time resided In Memphis and vicin-
itF. But a few weeks ago., in perfect health,
she left her sweet woodland home and lovely
little children, with happisst anticipations, to
visit the home Of her childhood on the Occa-
sion of the marriage Of a loved sister, where,
after an illness of only a few days, God claimed
her. From the announcement Of her attack
she was impressed with the belief that she
would die, and through All the sadness Of the
inevitable absence Of her little darlings,
through fntensest physical suffering, she was
divinely sIstained-not once did her fortitude
fsrsake her, but serenely submitting herself TO
the God sle loved and trusted, she peacefully
awaited the end her last ineligible words be-
ing " PTrttse The Lord, O, my soul ." Thus was
a beautii 81 life, ike a tender poem set TO soft
and perfect melodies, ended In one grand an
them 0 9glory,
Could the skill OF science, the care Of devoted
relatives and friends, the agunized Gntreaties
Of a tesder husband, the unfied prayers Of a
whole community, have awaited, she were
with Us stiI. Deaths shadow had not fallen
DER that happy home, the wall OF the lone
hearted. the p.tilul cry Of the. motherless bad
not there been heard, and we would not now
repeat, as tear follows tesr-dead, dead, dead 3
But Gods will ia imnutahIe, and though its
decree wrench our heart-striugs till they al
most break, It's not fer US to question-why,
OH WHY
Oh, dear friendi whose happiness it was to
hold he- hand in hand and heart to heart
through her sweet life, wiz you not, even from
the depths Of desolation, look up and own that
for her pure soul HeaYen is the only ht abode ?
VIII not your heaFt, although hereft n sore
md agonized in every throb, thank God for all
ais goodness to her, in lie and death, confess
ing He must do ali things wen7 Let us re-
nember the teaching Of those sweet lips now
cold ami stin~ they could speak to-day, how
earnestly andN ssrly would they plead for
submission to th%neS tod. Oh let us not
question His mercy; ~-dreaafe she wv
did, turn to Him with Io1s west ~ tbe mi
He viii give us sqlaoe. Ning track at the