The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1878-07-04
OBITUARY..

a EHH N-@ "HHhH E'HAAf
ls7S, after q lingering illncss-Miss
Fannie Cate, only child Of T.. J.. q
NJ. j. Cate, in the 18th year Of her age.
The death Of this aniablc and excel
lent young lady Is severely felt by q
numerous circle ofrclatives and friends.
but the most acute anguish i felt at
the home altar. whose Idol is broken,
the bright star OF parental hope has
disappeared, the kind and gentle carcss
0f q daughter hand Is tlUs denied tie
parents, and ms Oh age, ard It's cou~e-
qUent |inlini,ic- ctceps on, ti'c" wiz
sigh for the touch Of u vanished hand
ANA the thrOb Of a heart that IS still.p
But the tear ofSorrOw Is almQs, dried
by the reflection that she lived the life
and died the death Of u" righteous.
Modest and mnasSuming, possessing the
most engaging simplicity of manners,
her heart was The residence of every
KIND affection, End glowed with SYM
lmlhy lof tht waits ahd sUilcrings of
Others. Her t.mpcr was WncOmmOnly
Ihiln ana sweet her bosom was filled
with bencyUlencc and cOntent-no love
Of show, no pride Of ostcntati0n ever
disturbed its peace.
When her attention in mere child
hood was directed TO the important
concerns Of rcligion and salvation, She
presented TO the gospel a rich sell for
The growth and cultivation of every
Christian principle.
Humility, a browning grace, She pos
sessed in a rare degree EMBEDDING over
every action Of her lie its genial infiu-
cncc. She was am ornament Of the
Christian faith, C,.emplifying i'm her
life the duty il eEJcins, and eXpcrien-
cling in a good deg,ec its heavenly joys,
It's cheering hops. Blessing She was,
God made her 20, and with Her death is
dried up forever the richest fountain
OF her parents happiness on this earth.
Ah! that home ''all emptied of de-
light. that 1Orsakcn parlOr, where all
the Happiness that social life can give,
WIS wont to be so freely cujOyed-thOSc
blending and broken hearts can tell
what she was at home. But She is
gone; and Young though She was, she
accomplished much, and left behind
her an example, though mostly private
and retired that will always be 4 bless
ing to her friends.
Her fine natural endOwmentS were
developed by careful aud generous
culture In education, and in the eX-
ceeding dclicacy and purity Of her
home influence in its beauty, its truth
and its simplicity, How rare are thrsc
exquisite organizations, and how little
do we know of them; they but Finger
here to learn the way 10 brighter
spheres, and when they vanish naught
IS ieit but Il memory fragrant with the
rich purfumc Of a beautiful life.
The funeral services were performed
OYER the beautiful and marblc-liEp cas-
Eet Of clay at the Cumberland Church,
by the Rev. n. w. Motheral, in a feel
ing, eloquent and expressive manner:
flowers were StrcWn over the bier-tit
cmblems Of fading mortality.-Thc
mute grief of the father, the conyulsivc
sObs OF the mother. found Il sympathet-
ic echo in every bosom Of that immense
congregation. Never did the writer
witness a more impressive scene. The
rich and the poor; aye. the humblc>t,
who always found access to the depart
ed, were there and mourncd with the
bereaycd family,
Stores were closed, and all active life
was hulshed in respect for the dead. \
vast C%onCourSe followed The remains to
the ''silcnt city =" and all felt that no
pearl ever inhabited its shell more pure
than the soul row dwelling with its
God, tham had its quicErucd being in
the lovely form Of Fannie Cate. In
her illness She WAS patient and resign
ed. In the midst Of life, wiki al that
could make il worth possessing, Csteeu-
ed and luyc'y, she Was sOr,eI away:
but She left withoHt a sigh, she waited
the approach ofdeath with calmuess;
her Rcdeemcr had robbed it gifts sting.
- twas gain for her to die" Precious
shall be the memories of her virtues,
"Swcet the savior Of her name
Aud soft her sleeping he'd"
The distinctions Of earth fade away
In the presence OF death, bnt the mem
DRY Of departed excellence comes forth
fresh and perennial from the very pOr-
tails Of the grave.
The sorrow for the dead is the only
sorrow from which we refuse to be
divorced. Every other wound we seek
to heal, every other affection to forget;
but this we cherish and brood over in
solitude. The love which survives the
tomb is ono Of tile nOblest attributes of
the soul: it may throw Il cloud over
the bright hour Of gayety, or spread a
sadness over the hour Of gloom.
Yet who would exchange Il holy grief
for the song Of pleasure? No! there
i Il voice from the other shore sweeter
than song
We RENE bcr our dead.