The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1873-10-01
OhifU9ry.

MATTE HOOD HUNT, daughter of Gen. W.
H. and Mrs. Sue E. Hunt, aged eight years,
and nearly three months.
After short illness of less than wcok,
on calm Sabbath morning, little Matte
closed her eyes on earth, with all its changing
scenes, to open them amidst the glorics of
that Heavenly world where the Sabbath
never ends. Now she is with her Savior
whom she loved, and whose praise she de-
lighted to lisp with her infant tongue. IIer
Srish. pirit VII raaees w:.i. ki.Jrsl opirstS,
and DC forever with the Lord. Dear purcntS
and friends be comfortcd with the though
that your little lamb is gently led by the
Good Shepherd, in the green pastures, and
beside The still waters, where her tender feet
can never go astray. She is fully realizing
what she SO Sweetly expressed in previous
Illness, Il am going to be little angel up in
Heaven and wear beautiful crown, and
have golden harp, to make such sweet
music, and, mother, then will come dow 1
10 the river, and wait on the other side for
you and father TO come 20; and will be so
glad when God lets you come"
She will be sadly missed in the homo circle,
for with mind far surprising her years,
her gentleness, thoughtfulness, and unsclfish-
ness, were remarkable. Her heart was full
of love for every living thing. No wonder
she was the favorite and delight Of all who
knew her
Her pastor closed his touching and appro-
pirate remarks at her funeral by saying,
Thank God for the memory Of such q child
Thank God for the example Of such child"
Flowers, bright, beautiful flowers, fading
emblems of the beautiful child, were heapcd
upon her coffin and grave by loving hands,
as she was tenderly laid away to her long
and quiet rest.
"Thc memory Of thy lovclincss
Shall round our weary pathway smile,
Like m Moonlight when the sun has set
A sweet and tender radiance yet.
Farewell! A little time and We,
Who knew thee we'll, and loved thee here,
One after one shall follow thee"
DEPARTED this life, on the 9Th of Sept,
1878, at Helena. Newberry Co., Mr.. BoBERT
ScRUGGs, in the Goth year Of his age.
The subject Of this notice, 10 connection
wi tn the late Judge O'Neall, and others
Jealous in good works, organized the "Hele-
ma Baptist ChHc h, ,".of which he was an
earnest and efficient officer until his DEATH
This church has lost in him firm supporter
and most worthy member, and his pastor
sincere friend and helper. His house was
truly called The Minister'S Home Ever
alive TO their wants, the Man of Cod was
made welcome with the warm hand of a
cheerful hospitality, the synpathizins heart
Of u friend, and the open purse of brother.
As husband, he was devoted and true,
ever mindful of the slightest wish of the
dear one who made his life happy pilgrim
age. No task 100 hard-no toll too much
for her he loved so we'll. AS father, he was
kind and indulgcnt, loving his children with
unSelish devotion, counseling them with
calm judgment-adyising them with view
to their best intereSt-inculcating by precept
and example life Of busy industry and
strict integrity on their youthful
minds and hearts q Vencration and active in
terest for that branch of Christie Church, of
which, for many years, nc WAS consistent
member.
What enthusiastic yearninSs now FIJI the
souls of thut broken home for his love, his
counScls. The split Of the lostparcnt seems
to lingcr over the remnant Of the household,
and the Bible upon its stand-the Book he
lovcd-scems still to open to them its pro-
miSCs in sweet tones, and calls them, as it
were, with an angel voice to the land he
inhertS. He being dead speaks pro-eminent-
~ to thcm-his departed spirit reminds them
Of the hour in which they, too. shall be called
10 lay aside the vcStments of mortality.-
When we consign the body of loved one 10
the tomb. or witness the last gasp of dying
friend, We seem 20 Staud Upon the very bor-
ders of the unseen world-to be walking on
the shore OF that houudleSs ocean in which
all the streams OF time are swallowed up-we
almost hear the thnnders of its biows-to
feel the hcaYings Of its waves-and a sense of
Immortality rushcS upon the soul which at
once oppreSScS ard eXpands-we fee! like
rising and shaking ourselves from the dust
to do with all our might whatsoever our
hands find TO do=-"Siuoe the night oometh
when no man can work..
Bereayed ones, let your grief be not crush
ing, but bringing to life from the grave
calm and holy grief that brings a smile in
the midst of tears, and foreshadowing of
peace will rest like halo on your sorrow
stricken hearts, with an inward looking and
leaning toward that Savior who has given US
an enlightened hope Of blissful Immortality
and faith that will glow in the redceming
light which radiates from the Cross and the
Throne.
Leaves have their times to fall,
And flowers to wther ut the north winds
breath,
And slars to set-but ELL
Thou hast all seasons for thine own, .,
death.
N. A. E.