The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1888-09-20
Ohitnatu.
In Memoriam.
MARIE wITHERsPOON MOORMAN.
Died I'd August, 1888, Aged 10 Years.

Died I'd August, 1883, Aged 10 Years.
Mrs. Moorman was prostrated in Feb
ruary last by fatal malady. Yet hope
was strong and every effort made by skill
full physicians and loving nurses to save
life so valued. But it was not SO to be, for
the word had been spoken that was to call
her hence. After months of suffering,
patiently and bravely borne, the summons
came; and laying aside the garments OF
earth for the white robe of the redeemed,
she entered upon that fadeless inheritance
prepared for the children of God.
Mrs. Moorman was the beloved vile OF
Mr.. 7. S. Moorman, of our town, and the
eldest daughter of the late DR.. J. J.
Wardlaw, of Abbeville. At the time of
her death she was resident in Columbia,
where also by her request she was laid to
rest.
She was a lady OF culture and refine
ment and of sincere piety; broad and
liberal in her views, respecting the opln-
ions of others while firmly believing in her
own ancestral faith.that of the Presby-
terian Church. She loved to talk of holy
things and was never happier than when
entertaining the servants of God in her
hospitable home.
In social matters too was she always
warmly interested-entering into any
plan for the enjoyment of the young with
such genuine pleasure as to win for her
self their sincere affection. An admirable
trait in her character was that of courtesy.
the courtesy of heart at one with its
Maker "The large compassion to her
nature given" caused her ever to listen
with deepest sympathy to the story of
suffering or distress, and none ever found
her unwilling to aid.
Although to the weary sufferer death
came as a welcome release, it was hard
for her to leave so many dear ones. Life
was so full of love for her, how could she
leave it all? Her children, over whom
she yearned to watch-loving, tender
mother! But she still said "God knows
best" and gave up all into His keeping.
Strength was given her at the parting
hour ito hold sweet converse" with the
watchers at her bedside; bidding each
goodbye, assuring them of her perfect
trust and peace, and requesting them to
sing for her that hymn, so often the solace
of the dying, "Jesus, lover Of my soul, y
and in which she endeavored to join. In
her own words she was entering the val
ley" but she feared no evil" for the
Saviour was with her. The waters were
rolling nearer-they had no power to dis
may, for the storm of Life was almost
overpast and she would soon reach
Home!
Sad and desolate is the home she has
| left-dark the hearthstone once SO bright
with the illumination other love. But her
memory will yet remain, an influence for
! good as she herself in life.
Farewell, dear friend! For us no longer
will the music of your voice be heard-no
longer the light of your smile brighten
our pathway. But we will not murmur
since for you there is rest-rest from all
the toll and pain, from all the SORROWS of
this mortal life. thereafter called to do
His high behest, you shall work out His
glorious will
"And so thy task is ended!
My patient friend, thy geutleness and truth,
The large ompassion to thy nature given,
And the deep yearning for the Masters prize,
Which Faith illumined to thy longing eyes
Hath won for thine unSpotted soul place
IN hearenw
One WHO LOVED Her.