Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1891-11-05
In Loving Remembrance of Aunt Sue
To the Tobacco Leaf-Chronicle.l
Brief, brave aud glorious was her
life's career.n

seraph in the sky.
Yet, shrined with many sweet, sad thought,
That loved ones memory fingers still;
For o she left void that nought
But mournful thoughts can fill.
Mrs. Sue Bowman Smith, wife of
John X. Smith, was born Dec. 7,
l847, and died at her home in New
Providence, Tenn, Oct II, 1891, after
long and painful illness. She was
the daughter of the late John Bow
man, of Kentucky, and well did she
represent the name of which he was
so justly proud. For more than TWEEN
ty years she had been member of
the Christian church, and her pure
influence and gentle manner were duly
felt by all with whom she came in
contact. ITO know her is to love
her." was the universal opinion of
every one, rich and poor alike.
Many were the homes of sorrow and
distress that she comforted with sym
pathy and love; many the souls made
purer and better by her sweet, suLny
presence, and many were the hearts
that blessed her as a ministering
angel.
We should feel greatly comforted by
this blessed assurance of our Master,
who has said: "Well done, thou
good and faithful servant" But oh
it is 50 hard to realize that this beauti-
full soul has gone from the gaze of hui
man eyes to he seen no more on earth.
We have loved the light of the smile
that has faded from us, and in our
hearts linger sweet voice that is
hushed in the silence of death. A
seat is left vacant in our earthly home
that none can fill, and our hearts are
left desolate and weary with anguish,
and our souls are bowed with grief |
We are lonely without her, but she |
has passed to THAT land from whose |
bourne no traveller returns" to that |
home on a brighter shore, where sor-
row, pain and death are unknown.
And the love we bore her lifts the |
heart above earthly aspirations, and
we long to join her in that better land.
How beautiful is the belief of mans
immortality-the dead alive again to
live forever! Earth to earth, ashes
to ashes, dust to DUST" is only spoken
over the body when consigned to the
grave.
Not such the requiem of the soul.
A refrain of immortality concludes
earth's history, and announces eter
uity's beginning. mot lost, but gone
before" Such is the cherished and
beautiful faith of man in all ages and
lands. The sainted dead dwell in
life, beholding 1.-THE King in his
beauty" shining las the brightness Of
the armament, and as the stars, for
ever and ever.n They fade no more,
nor realize pain. A wealth of love is
theirs, heritage of goodness, celes-
tial habitation.
She will return to us no more, but
we must go to her, to that home,
where only angels dwell, where sor
row dare not enter, nor shadows fall.
Freed from racking pain and anxious
care, joyfully she answered the sum-
mons when God said "come."
Could we call her back to this life,
which has been fifty characterized as
IA pilgrimage through vale of tears,
full of imperfections and shallowness,
trials and grief?" All ! no!
How much then should we rejoice
in the divine assurance, that time is
coming when night shall melt into
noon, and the mystery shall be clothed
with glory
NO night shall be In heaven, no darkened
room,
No bed of death, nor silence of the tomb"
She was a devoted wife and loving
mother to the two noble boys left in
her care.
Thoroughly unselfish, her every
thought was given to the pleasure of
others, and her life as a scrifice for
hose she loved. She was the bright
star of her home, and it may well be
aid "a better woman never lived.n
She was a true christian and shrank ,
rot from death, but patiently awaited
Ter Masters call, And in that home
lbove, with father, mother, sister and
brother, we hope to join her there.
Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not
deplore thee; i
Though sorrow and darkness encompass
the tomb,
The savior has passed through Its portals be-
fore thee,
And the lamp Of his love is thy guide d
through the gloom"
Thou art gone to the grave, we no longer be- '
hold thee,
Nor tread the rough path of the world by .
thy side;
Iut the wide arms of mercy are spread to
enfold thee,
Au4 s.aners may hope, since the sinless
has died.
Thou art gone to the grave, but lwere e
wrong to deplore thee,
When God was thy ransom, thy guardian,
thy guide;
Ee gave thee, and took thee, and soon will {
restore thee, $