Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1885-05-26
DIED.
Near Shcpherdstown. May goth. 1885. Mrs.
ELLEN TURNER, wife of Mr.. William r.
Turner

Near Shcpherdstown. May goth. 1885. Mrs.
ELLEN TURNER, wife of Mr.. William r.
Turner.
IN MEMORY OF ANNIE s. sMITHsoN.
In Wilmington, Delaware. March 9th. 1885.
after a short illness of typhoid fever. ANNIE
s. SMITIISON, aged 81 Icars-wifc of Fl. s.
Smithson and beloved daughter of II. NJ.
Barnes and the late Alexander Williams, form
Mrs. John I. Trusscll of this place.
The entire community vas shocked and
gTfcved on Tuesday morning. by the sud an
nOunccment of the death of Annie S. Smith
son. which occurred ut about eleven o'clock
that morning at her residence in Wilmington.
We deeply mourn the loss of our dcpartedlovcd
one none knew her but to love her \ true
type of n noble wonan.-kindllcartcd and true.
cheerful aud bright, and we may well say Il
sunny disposition. On cloudy days her pres
cnce was like u ray of sunshine she was one
to look on the bright side of everything, and
as things would often occur through life to mar
our pleasure. our loved one would frequently
say it WAS for the best. She had q cheerful
word for everyone. Honest and generous
hearted i'll every sense of the word, no needy
one ever left her door empty handed, but was
sent rejoicing on their way. The grand prin-
ciples were alone found in the christian char
actor of the departed one. She was u faithful
and loving mother. a devoted wife. an affeC-
tionatC and SympathiZing sister and friend, and
n loving, dutiful daughter. A life wrecked so
suddenly reminds It's of n ship. which. with
mask made of the pines heart, timlbcrs of oak
ana sails Oh SlOWY-"Iltc canvas. unexpectedly
strikes n reel and Is stranded or it might be
compared 10 Il marble shaft whose symmetry
al admired, hut was broken and hurled to the
earth by Il swift tornado. We ask in the midst
Of our grief why this lifc-coTd was so quickly
snapped? Why this crapcd house. these bleed
ing hearts and fearful eyes? Why the vacant
chair and loves broken Urn !? AS our buried
natures wait for an answer and the mystery
hangs above lis as 4 curtain. We remember that
the impulsive Pctcr asked his Lord this qucs-
ton: Dost Thou wash my feet" JrsuSSnid:
What l do thou knowGs not now. but thou
shalt know hereafter" AS we reach our hands
to our friends as they pass through the slladOwy
halls OF death and sit weeping like Niobe of old
for our loved ones. the same voice that spoke
to Peter speaks TO us. saying: {" What 1 do
thou kn0wcst not now, but shalt know here
after" If all that love her could express it by
floral offerings. her grave would be Il bed of
flowers. We shall soon be blown, like leaves
from the trees of autumn. into the stream of
death. When we think of our sacred dead we
seem to touch their . vanished hand" and hear
their dear voices as in the past. The sad and
bcrcavcd ones have our sympathy, with their
sad heart thrObS the heart OF Him whose ten
dcrncss girdlcs the world. His great nature is q
pavilion in which VIC and her dear loved ones
can find shelter How inadequate words are
to express the deep grief of,
81 sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel
For words. like nature, half reveal
And half conceal the soul Within"
Call not back the dear departed,
Anchored safe where storms arc DER,
On the border land we left them.
Soon to meet and part no more;
Far beyond this world of changes,
Far beyond this world of care,
We shall find our missing loved ones,
In our Fathers mansion fair.