Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1871-04-27
OBITUA A Y
In McmOriam.

DIED, IN FQSellelu, >. C.,-uear W ner
as the lifelong home III which she had
seen so many hours of grief, and yet so
many hours of joy,-on the 2Sth March
1871, LOUISIANA J. PENN, daughter
of Capt. BRITroN MINIS, one of the earli-
est and most honOred citizens OF this Sec
ton, and wife of GEORGE l.. PENN, Esq,
in the 61st year of her age.
Death has rarely claimed for his own a
more spotless subject than this beautiful
and beloved woman. After life of hum
bic picty, of noble msclfslincss, and Of
active duty in all wonlanly relations, she
has quietly met the summons and gone
to tho eternal rest promised to tho pure
in heart Surviving, hy number OF
wears, three noble and beloved children.
whose loss cast visible and permanent
shadow upon her gentle heart, and leaving
behind, a husband with whom she had
dwelt in calm and atfectionate harmony
for more than forty years, and devoted
children and grandchildren unto the
third generation, she was permitted to
exercise all her faculties to the last, and
peacefully to fold her arms i'll the sleep
of death. Yes, peaccfully-nay triumph
antly although for many weary months
previous, her chamber had been to her
a furnace of iiercest bodily at1liction.
Her passage through the "deep waters"
was long and tedious, but trusting firllly
upon her God, she lnarched brave.
through, and now rests upon His bosom,
or walks through the "green pastures"
with the lost children whom she so long
painted 10 join-the LAURi, the GEoRGI r,
the EDDIE, whom none knew but TO love.
Her Christian character was pure and
beautiful. In carly life she enlisted un-
der the banner of Christ crucitied, and
took upon her the VOWS Of the Baptist
Churcl-thc Church of her fathers. She
lived the life of a pure aid humble Chris
tian, and dying, had no fear, and but one
regret-that Of leaving behind her so
many wLcm she loved and who loved
her. Egery body ioUcd herr And the
poor rise up daily and call her blessed.
An aged mali, whose helpmate is also
aged and stricken, said to 0writer only
two days back, For twenty-five years
she sent my wife Christmas dinnor."
How cloqucntly, of charity, of generosi-.
ty, of unscliishnoss, of Christian love,
does such fact speak And how many
in Edgefield could bear like testimony |!
And we, our unworthy self, could he Il
foremost witness,
In comparison With the loss of moth
or, other boreavelnents seem trifling.
The mother who fills SO large n space in
the domestic heaven; she who busted
herself so unwcaricdly for the precious
ones around her. Bitter, bitter is the
tear that falls on her cold clay! You stand
beside hor coffin and think of the past.
1t seems an amb4r-colored pathway,
where the sun Nho,o upon beautiful
flowers, or the stars hung glittering over.
head. Fain would the soul linger there
No thorns are remembered save those
your own hands may unwillingly have
planted. Her noble, tender heart lies
open to your inmost sight. You call to
mind all her gentleness III her purity,
all her low lotion. But she
is dead The Gvar heart that has so often
pillowed your aching head, now rests in
the still darkness upon pillow OF clay.
The hands that have ministered SO unit
ringly are folded, white and cold, be-
meath the gloomy portal. The heart whose
every beat measured an eternity OF love,
lies under your feet
And thero is so strange hush in every
room; no light footstep passing around
no smile to greet you ut nighttall. And
the old clock-how it ticks and strikes I!
1t was such music when she could. hear
it; but now it seems an everlasting knell
on the hours through which you watched
the shadow Of death gathering upon her
sweet and idolized face. And every day
the clock repeats that old story, telling
many and many tale of beautiful words
and deeds that are registered above. And
you feel-oh, how oftcn-that the grave
cannot keep her!
She was truly lovely and noble wo-
man-such one as We meet with but
once in lifetime. And the writer es-
teens 1t q precious honor to have been
numbered among her friends. AS in her
life we shared at times with her family in
the joy of her presence, so in her death
we grieve with them at the loss of the
light that has departed from our midst.
But to mourn for her save in the Loss
which the living incur in being deprived
of so bright an example of Christian vir-
tue, would be to deplore her rescue from
the inevitable ills of this life, and the
earthly sufferings which fell to her lot.
Rather should her death be accepted as
the crownipg of hor we'll spent life-the
calling to her reward of one long prepar.
ed and patiently awaiting her Masters
bidding.
Her funeral took place in the Baptist
Church on the Friday following her death;
md beautiful words of Christian love,
and oommendation, and warning, and
exhortation, were spoken above her by
loved and honored servant of God, who
had spoken thus, in days gone by, over
.he remains of.Jher departed mother and
sister,, Edgefeld followed her to her
grave in tears and sadness 4. 15ss4s.
awe will not think of her entombed,
Ws'u think Of her in Hes7en."