Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1886-01-14

one Of those whose warm, afTectionste
heart endeared her 20 all who knew her,
and whose sunny, bright face we neve T
forget; whose gentle spirit will come to
us in the soft, pensive twilight, and
linger around us long, long after the fair
form is vanished forever from our gaze.
All, yes
Remembrance, faithful TO her trust,
Calls thee In beauty from the dust"
All When we saw her last, with youth.
tul beauty beaming upon her face, how
little we then thought that the delicate
rose tint upon her cheek, and the snowy
whiteness upon her brow, were unearthly,
and that she was poisoning for the
tomb, How sadly true, Death loves q
shining mark" Just in the bright morn.
ing of life, when so promising for a life
OF usefulness; just when she was develop
ing into true and beautiful w~omanhood;
the light of life was so suddenly extin.
guished. In early youth she united with
the First Presbyterian Church and conse.
Grated her life to God. She became an
active worker in the church and Sabbath
school, where she will be sadly missed.
When she realized that her short race
was almost run, she seemed to regret that
she had not been more vigilant, more
Jealous, but spoke beautifully Of the
great, infinite love of Jesus, acknowledg.
ing his hand in all her vicissitudes and
blessings, and of the glorious hope of the
life that awaited her in the Bright Be
yond 1.-THE sweet Summer land of
Song Her greatest trial was to resign
her only child, a bright little boy of four
summers. She imprinted a dying
mothers kiss upon his innocent, almost
unconscious brow; implored him, in
pleading accents Of affection, to not for.
get his mother; to so live that he could
come to the beautiful home to which she
was going; then clasped her hands in
prayer for strength, and said: go, my
little child, until we clasp glad hands in
the New Jerusalem" To him to whom
she had given her warm, girlish affec-
tions, and to whom she had ever been an
affectionate. devoted wife, she babe q
tender adieu, beseeching him to let the
memory that she bequeathed to him
allure him to Heaven; and her last re,
quest be his Guiding Star through life.
To all her many friends who visited her
and ministered to her wants, she bid an
atfectionate farewell, entreating them to
meet her in Heaven. And when the
final moment came, and her mortal eyes
were closed upon all earthly scenes, Hea.
ven, with its radiant, immortal beauty,
dawned upon her and she pointed to the
beautiful Celestial City she saw, and q
beautiful stairway leading from earth;
spoke beautifully of her reunion of
father, mother, friends and relative, who
were reckoning to her across the beautc-
Gus river, and. with Sweet Jesus upon
her fading lips, she sweetly fell asleep.
We would not call thee back to earth.
We would not disturb thy long, sweet
repose. Sleep on, dear one; sleep sweet
ly, gently, though far from the tender
ties that bound thee to earth. Amid the
glorious throng whose happy voices
swell the melodious anthems of the re.
deemed, all radiant and beautiful, re.
united with loved ones to part no more,
thou art safe in the arms of Jesus.
o, beautiful thought The weary TEN.
pestuous voyage of life ended; the storms
and tempests all DER; the calm, sweet
haven of eternal rest reached; the Shin.
ing Portals gained
when the soul forever clasps her wings,
And loud her 10 ely sonnet sings:
Pm safe at home.'
MRs,) ANNIE w. JOHNSON.
Embreeville, Washington Co., Tenn.
Dec. 7, 1885.