The Nevada picayune., 1884-12-11
IN MEMORIAM.

' lfSlnla, OCb. To, Icot anu ulcu at her home in Prescott, Ark, on the 23rd yay of Nov, 1884, of pull monary hemorrhage. Thus the dark shadows of death have fallen up on another happy home, and we are called 10 mourn the loss of one of earth's purest characters, and to minglc our tears with those of the bereaved ones that are left behind. In offering this humble tribute to tie memory of our deceased friend aud sister, We shall not attempt to enumerate her many Christian yilt- ues. or to bestow "fulsome eulogy" upon her noble exemplary life. She was too well known and low ed to require this at any One's hand, however capable. For more than three long years Mrs. White had been a patient, submissive un- complaining sufferer. She had lived all these years, as 1t were, upon the border-land that sepa rates this life from that glorious life beyound, for which she was so well prepared and upon which so ready to enter.
 No one ever heard from her, though so long an invalid, word of complaint or saw in her face an impatient look; but she was always cheerful, happy, resigned; leaving all things in the hands of God, with implicit fath in his promises. Death, the last enemy, did not take her by surprise. To her it was not an unexpected event. But like the faithful christian that she was, she was willing. and ready to live or die. She was constant ly watching and awaiting the sum. mons that should release her from the sutferings of earth and admit her to the blissful inheritance of the saints in light. For her, "to live was Christ, to die was gain"
 Just proceeding her last illness, Mrs. White had patiently and lov- ing'y watched and nnrsed over two of her little boys through a long and tedious fever, with all that gentleness, care and solici- tude which only a mother can feel and exhibit, and just as they were able to sit up and walk abont the house, her own frail tenure of life gave way and the fatal attack was preciptated upon her and she passed peacefully away. So that her last days, as indeed her whole life, were spent III loving, faithful ministries to the happiness and comfort of others. It is seldom that we see a lite so beautiful, so symmetrical, so rounded up in all it's parts as was that of Mrs. White. In all the relationships of life-as wife, mother, neighbcr and friend -she was open, frank and true.
 In her life and character was beautifully exhibited the highest type of noble christian woman hood.
 Her religion was not an empty profession, but a living, joyou', abiding reality. It was "known and read of all men," felt and seen by all with whom she came in con. tact. She not only profcssed re, ligion but lived it and enjoyed it every day. It made the rough places of life sluoothe for her, af iorded her comfort in the dark hour of death, and threw a flood of light celestial, into the grave that dispersed all it's gloom, Bat it was in the sacred precincts O.: her home, that all her splendid virtues shone with dearest ray and divinest beauty. Oh, how the stricken husband and orphan chil- dren will miss her here. A light has gone out of their now darken- ed home, that can only be rekin dled in the paradise of God, when the mists of earth have cleared away.
 How charming is the christiau's hope, that comes to us amid these darkest hours, when dearest ties are severed and loved ones are laid in the dark grave, and points us away to tha. sul@bright clime where we shall meet onr friends again and live with them forever more, safe beyond the desolatlons of earth and the ravages of Death. To this happy place we believe our friend has gone. During the last night of her life, when there had been some improvement in her symptoms, and l was taking leave of her for the nj ght, she held my hand in hers for some moments, and looking up, said; elf don't see you again, meet me in heav- en.n When again summoned to her bedside before night had pass ed, on awaking from a short sleep she said: II have been in heaven or maybe it was a dream" Then again when her mind had begun to wander in slight delirium, she said: "Hadn't we better have prayer?' Soon after she repeated q part of the familiar hymn, Jesus Lover of My soul" etc. How natural for her, and how beautiful, too, the thought that her soul should cling in death to that name which was so dear to her in lite--the name of Jesus. Long after she had ceased to recognize earthly friends, and
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