Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1872-02-04
TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF MRS.
SAKTJE = RTeCREA

On the cold winter winds, comes borne the
sad message that another home has been made a
desoIate waste, by the clark angel of DEATH
From every hearthstOne arises the pleading
''spare our darling yet alittle longer" Not yet,
Oh! Death, not yet But what availeth it
all? The reaper comes and alike spares none,
| save those whom our Heavenly Father would a
! little longer entrust to our keeping.
What matter If one by one we gather our trea-
sures still more closely to our fopd hearts? No
human affection may stay the fatal arrow. Could
such have been, then had the devoted wife and
mother, been permitted to have fingered in hap
py home, which to her, was Paradise, to which
her heart'ever chung with unchanged devotion.
Though surrounded by wealth and luxury, she
valued them but as the meaus Of imparting COM
fort and happiness to those whose privilege it
was to enjoy her confidence and friendship. Who
of her many friends viii ever forget the hOspita-
lities OF her home? No trait Of her character
was more beautiful than her unaffected sinceri-
ty. The friendship once pledged knew no shadow
Of change, it survived all change of eiS0um-
stances, aye, even of the tongue Of Islander,
which human friendship so seldom withstands,
and now as we watch the dying embers, scenes
of other and happier hours arise before US, and
we forget the lapse Of years, which now separate
us from that precious past. a fair, trusting girl
stands before the altar pledging her life, her
love to the manly youth, who promised her mis-
protection. Time speeds his fight, and the wife
becomes the happy mother Of beloved family.
As jewels in a queenly dadem, she wore her
treasures on her heart, until they clustered
around in full blown beauty, realizing every
dream of her life, and now comes the silver
threads upon the once fair young brow, but not
less lovely was she in the eyes of her loved
ones, than when their first Iisping tongues pro-
nOunced the sweet word "mother," But in her
heart the love for her devoted husband knew 10
rival. His presence gave life its charms-apart
from him she knew no joy, she had ever found
his strong arm sufficient for her, and size desired
if it be Gods will to pass the silent river" just
little while before him. In WEAKNESS of body
she fingered many days and nights, but forever
and forever, did his voice sOOthe and comfort !
her Tenderly, faithfully he guarded her, from |
the rude winds OF life, but even love like his is |
pOwerless when the decree las gone forth. To- |
night there is great void III our hearts for the |
friend OF our girlhOOd will never again bid NE /
welcome, as it ever did when we approached the
threshold Of her door. We shall miss her dear
of love, bidding us Goods speed" as
we pass through this oft times weary way. Her
love was one of the golden links to bind me to
my native home and as one by one is bgoken,
sadder and yet sadder grow those fond old memo
ries which will depart but with life. But the
pilgrim has laid aside her burden, and in the
glorious image of her Savior she has arisen in his
glorious image. No more will her voice be heard |
n your midst, no more will she minister to your
comfort Faithfully did she fulfill LIES duties,