Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1882-01-28
Death of Mrs. Marion Mcclure
Henry

did come, the heart of the whole
community was touched with SCR
row, and many felt a deep sense o.
personal and irreparable loss. She
was the daughter of Hugh Mcclure
II native of the county of Armagh,
Ireland, who was one of the early
settlers of this city. Mrs. Henry
was born here April Is, 1913 and
was consequently nearly 50 years OF
age at the time of her death. She
had resided here all her life and
was married in this city February
II, 1888 to Gustavus A. Henry, who
afterwards became one of the most
distinguished lawyers, orators and
statesmen, this country has ever
produced and whose name and
memory is held in sacred reverence
and honor by us all. Since his
death, which occurred Sept. 10, 1880
she had never been herself and
seemed to long for that "haven of
perfect rest" where she could know
and love again the one who loved
her best here. Much could be said
by us of her noble life and charac-
! ter, and of their married life, which
was filed with whatever is lovely
and true, beautiful and pure in this
holy relation, but we give space to
the eloquent, touching and tender
address which was spoken by her
beloved pastor, Rev. p. A. Fits, at
the funeral service at Trinity church
on last Sunday afternoon.
This touchingly beautiful tribute
to her memory had not been writ
ten and was delivered under the
pressure of strong feeling. Mr..
Fits was urged to reproduce it and
endeavOred to do So as follows:
There are times when we who
prefer to bury our dead in silence
broken only by the Word Of God
rare occasions when we feel that we
hluol 3Cct0 Jul "AoiiCo lnL Jul lCSA-
ings. An entire community comes
in its highest representative type
and character to testify its interest
and claim its part in this service.
For the name of Marion Henry is
historic here. She was born on the
18th of April 1913 and entered into
the rest of Paradise on the morning
of January 21st 1882.
We read of lives that
From their mysterious urns a sacred
stream,
In whose calm depth the beautiful and
pure
Alone are mirrored; which, though
shapes of ill
May hover round its surface, glides in
light
And takes no shadow from them"
Such was hers, or if it took the
shadow, kept 1t, changed by its
charmed contact into light to drive
the shadow from the lives of Others.
And am l repeating commonplace
to your memory? Then it only
proves that you have been blessed
for nearly "three score years and
ten" with the presence and the
benedictiOn of no ordinary life. |
And one circumstance alone may |
qualify me to analyZe the varied !
yet harmonious elements of this |
marvellous character as you could |
not, for none of you were strangers
to her. [ was, at least | would |
have been, but for the fact that,
like the ancient philosopher who |
seemed to have caught II glimmer
of the coming truth, the "Incarna-
ton" of Christianity, she "deemed |
nothing human indifferent" to her.
And yet the 6Heddth instead of di-
intensified the depth and |
of her affections. The /
sympathies that were as far-reach
ing as the wants and feelings of |
itself were grappled
"with hooks of steel" about her
home. Loyal tC every relationship
she was truest to the nearest and
most sacred Of them all.
1t is no irreverence, because it is
no eXaggeratiOn to say that her
married life was a TedtjzdtiOH of the
Divine Idea when God declared,
the hcaiR shall be one. a revelation
and a lesson to this age of the truth
it seems to be iii danger of forget
ting. GA thing of beauty" +"
all who saw that ZINE eletCiRed
around u lofty column, the pride
and ornament of Its massive
strength! And when that failed,
the tendrils twining closer still
until the rent those leaves were
covering brought the crumbling
column to the earth at last, the
strong and tender vine, as if to
break its fall, came with it. They
were 'lovely and pleasant in their
lives, and in their death they were
not divided" For since that morn
ing of the day of rest, on which we
gathered here around a casket in
which two hearts were hidden,
there has been a hidden life among
us. Hid, as we believe, "hid with
Christ in God" For she was an
Christian, clinging with all
the earnestness of a strong faith,
yet with the helpless humility of a
child, to the cross of Christ. The
grace of nature and the grace of
God combined to make her what
she was! The departure of such a
spirit from this poor earth cannot
but leave it poorer still, yet
"'Tis sweet as year by year we lose
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
How grows in Paradise our store"
And there we bid her, for awhile,
farewell, where "the glory dies not
and the grief is passed" mo fears
to beat away, no strife to heal. The
past unsighted for, and the future
sure"
The storms and clouds of life have
cleared away. like last nights tenn