The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1893-11-02
In MemOriam.
Death should come

To one of gentle mOald like thee
AS light winds wandering through groves
of bloom
Detach the delicate blossoms from the
tree.
Close thy sweet eyes calmly and without
pain,
And we will trust in God to see thee again."
Faith builds bridge across the gulf of
death"
On the 9th day OF October, 1898, sur
rounded by crushed and Borrowing hus-
band. children, relatives and friends,
sustained by the consciousness OF a use
ful and noble lie, and by an unfalterng
hope and triumphant faith in life be
yOnd the stars, Sallie Green Blackwell,
passed from life unto death, from the
loves and Joys and cares OF this world to
the infinite bliss of the Life Eternal.
She was the daughter of the late Rich
ard J. Workman, OF Vance county, and
only sister of \. r. Workman, Benjamin
b. Workman, and Ohio Perry Workman,
who together with her devoted husband,
J. =. Blackwell, and her six children,
mourn her loss, and cherish her memory.
She was a member of the Methodist
Episcopal Church. Her funeral was
preached by Rev. Mr.. Hermon, of Ok
ford. She was an exceedingly accom-
plished woman, her father having given
her the advantages of the best schools
in Virginia. She was greatly esteemed
and beloved by all who knew her.
Mr.. HermOn said at her grave, "She
was one of the most exemplary Christians
have ever known These words are
Jewels in her crown of life on earth, whose
radiance assure her loved ones that long
ere this, she has heard with JOY unspeak-
able, words of welcome from the angelic
thrOng around the throne of God:
''Welcome to Heaven, dear sister, wei.
come home!
Welcome to thine inheritance OF light!
Welcome forever to thy Masters Joy.
Thy work is done, thy pilgrimage is past,
Thy guardian angels vigil is fulfilled;
Thy parents await thee in the bowers OF
bliss.
Thy infant babes. who had come before,
Have woven wreaths for thee The angel
chOirS
| Are ready with their symphonies of praise
| Nor shall thy voice be mute-a golden
| For thee is hanging on the Tree of Life
| And sweetly shall its chords forever ring
| Responsive to thy touch of ecstasy
| With hallelujahs to thy God and ours"
When the life of a wife and mother who
has done her full duty comes to an end,
the world makes no pause, as when some
warrior, statesman, thinker, dies. But
| her life, her mission, her work, is the
| best, the grandest, the dearest on earth
| for all that. No sermon contains more
of substance than the life and death of a
noble Christian woman.
In the presence of this great sorrow,
and under the sOftening influence of the
sweet, gentle, precious memories that
| cluster about the name OF sister, may
her brothers from a contemplation OF
her life of patience, fOrtitude, faith
and hope, obtain strength to overcome
the evils OF this world, SO that they may
enjoy with her the happiness of the world
to come.
To her children, and especially the
little ones: May God give you strength
in your battle with this cold and selfish
| world; may Hesustain you with His love
| and inspire you to renewed effort in the
hour that comes to all mOtherless chill
dren, when you will cry aloud:
81 miss thee, my Mother,
Other hands may support me,
Gentle accents may fall,
For the fond and true still are mine.
I've blessing for each,
| am grateful to all,
But whose care can be soothing as thine?'
To the bercavcd husband, from whose
heart the music has fed, and from whose
eyes tie light of a great Joy has passed.:
BE brave. The Influence of her sweet, en-
nobling cOmpanionship and love, re-
manning with You, like heavenly fra
grance, after the golden bowl is broken,
viii help YOU to live on and prepare
yourself and children to meet her in
Heaven.
Mourn not. 1t is best. She is happy.
She WHs not afraid. Even as she made
preparation for death she was sustained
hy these words which should be balm to
the bruised hearts Of her loved ones
The Lord my shepherd is; l shall not
want.
He leads me in green pastures and beside
Still waters. \ ca though l walk the
Shadowy vale
OF death fear not. Thou art with me
And thy crook it comforts me-
Goodness and mercy shall attend my steps,
And in thy home | shall forever dwell. "
4 FRJESD