The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1883-09-20
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FANNY DOzIER iEiL, daughter of T..
G.. and f. ii. Deccll, was born in Brookha-
ven, Miss, Feb. 3, 1SG5, and died Aug. 81,
lSs3.
Yesterday morning the sad news was
whispered around town, "Fanny died last
night" Bright eyes grew dim, hurrying
footsteps grew soft and slow, and every
heart felt throb of pain; while sad, yet
hopeful, trusting friends sighed, "shc is
better this morning" For months She was
confined to a bed OF suffering, but so patient
and gentle was she that all considered it a
boon to be admitted into her presence. In
moments of greatest pain, when Others
murmured because so great suffering was
her portion, she would smile in her agony
and waving her thin, snoW-whte hand
would say, "llush! God knows best"
Eighteen years had crowned her. She
was Just entering into womauhOod, bat 80
childlikc and innocent was she in her every
movement, 80 simple and innocent in her
manners, so pure aud gentle in her spirit
that all looked upon her as child.
A year ago she protcssed religion and
joined the Methodist church during a pro-
traeted meeting held by oar pastor, the
Rev. J. b. McLaurin. Well do | rrmem-
Der the morning, How pure and lovely
she looked when she came to me after ser
L
glad that | have joined your church | am
going to try so hard to be n consistent
member. / want to work for Jesus and
devote my whole life to him. And well
did she keep her word. How short was
her life but it was full of zeal for Christ
and devotion to his cause. She was con-
fined to her bed long weary weeks and
months but even in those hours of great
est suffering her lamp of Christian love
never grew dim. There was one who is
strong and mighty to save, who sustained
her, and in the most trying hour gave her
comfort and victory. As she was comfort
ed, it was her greatest pleasure to comfort
those around her. She was unselfish al
ways, self was forgotten i'll her tender
thoughts and care for others.
For five years it was my pleasant duty
to instruct her in music. Never in all
those years, did l hear one harsh or hasty
word from her lips. Her coming into my
room was always to me fresh encourage
ment to work aud duty. Had my teach
ing been unusually hard during the day3
She would come in softly, put her arms
around me and say, "NeveT mind, Miss
Sallic, you will feel better by-and-by;' or
she would gently place a pretty flower in
my hair or by my side and say, "Now, do
you not feel rested"
Her death was lovely, peaceable, tri-
umphant.
LAS parts the odOr from the rose.
As fades the sky AZ twilght's close,
She passed, So tender and so fair"
She was conscious to the last. All pain
seemed to leave her as she approached the
end. As her weeping friends stood around
her bed, she gave to each soue token of
recognition. A near relative, one to whom
she was tenderlv attached, went to her
and said, Il ain going to love your Jesus"
The look of resignation that fitted over
her face seemed to say, "My work Is done,
am ready to go" She then asked dear
friend standing near to sing "The Land of
Beulah." Sweetly fell the words
I've almost gained nv heavenly hone,
Ny spirit loudly sings,
The holy ones, behold they come!
hear the noise Of Wings
Her last words were, Sing the chorus"
and the chorus tloated out upon the still
night air, softly, slowly, Solemnly. Every
one gazed upon the gloriiied face and
knew that the spirit of the lovely girl was
Joining with the singer in the chorus,
so come, angel hand,
Come, and around me stand
o hear me away on our snowy wings,
To my Immortal home"
And the angels came aud as the last note
died away, they bore her happy spirit to
her heavenly home.
Fannie is no more with us. Another va
cant chair is in the home which she bright
ened. Her bird swings idly i'll its cage,
chirps fccbly AMI seems TO partake of the
general grief, The piano she loved SO well
is silent. The fingers that Weakened sweet
er melodies from its strings, now clasp the
golden harp. Her returning school-mates
will whisper her name softly and say, 1--WE
miss her" Yes, we all miss her, but our
aching hearts are cOmtorted with precious
promises. We weep but not as those with
out hope. We shall meet again
''Beyond the grave. O,w0r is that bring
Thoughts of that CLINE where angels sing!
For death its dusky gate unbars
To realms of peace, sin never mars.
Beyond the grave Of deaths dark reign
There " e may meet our loved again,
With alhthe REASONED in the skies,
Where heavens immortal anthems rise"
SALLIE L. JOHNSON.
BRooKHAvEN, Miss, Sept. l, 1888.