Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1893-07-26
IN MEMORIAM.

Dfcu, ouiy 10, 1000, MOra, eluebt
daughter of Mr.. and Mrs. r. L. Gill
lespie, and wife of Duncan Self, in
the thirty fourth year of her age.
Not the agonizing prayers of doting
parents, nor the longing tenderness of
a kind and loving husband, nor yet
the helpless cries of the little children
80 soon to be left motherless, could
stay the hand of death.
About the midnight hour she heard
the voice that called her to the skies,
and she said she felt that the hour of
her departure was drawing neal. She
fingered until the morning twilight
dawned, when she fell asleep in Jesus
peacefully.
She was an invalid for six months.
Patience, resignation and christian
fortitude, were strikingly exempliied
in her long suffering. She hoped for
a long time to get well; but several
days before she died she said she was
going from earth, and that she had no
fear. She said she was perfectly will
ing to die, but she hated to leave her
little children.
One day during the last week of her
life she was alone in her room a few
moments. Her mother in an adjoin-
ing room heard a sweet, happy laugh
ring out clear and beautiful, so like
the ripping laughter of her little Mora
of years ago. Fastening to the sick
room, she inquired what it meant,
Mora looked up with her face radiant
in the light of Heaven, and said, "Oh,
mamma, l was thinking about all the
girls and my friends who are in
heaven; wont l have a happy timer"
She talked in happy anticipation
of going home and meeting again with
friends who were awaiting her beyond
the river. Those who stood around
her at the last testify that her life
ebbed away very gently and peaceful
ly, and that she died triumphing in a
living, saving faith. But oh, how sad
to realize that she has gone in the
beauty of her fresh young womanhood!
"One less at home!
A sense of loss that meets us at the gate;
Within "a nlapa uufllad and daSnIata.
And far away our coming to await.
One more in Heaven"
How mournfully, and yet how tend
erly, these words came to me as l
passed for the first time, after years of
absence, by the darkened home from
which had been taken away all that
mortal of friend. How sad and deeply
desolate the home place seemed, where
her four sweet children looked in vain
for their mothers coming, and the be-
rea ved and broken hearted husband
wandered aimlessly through the silent
rooms where the beautiful presence of
the wife he had loved and cherished
for ten years had been his joy, his all.
Only those upon whose hearts this bit
ter d%esolation has left its deep burrows,
can appreciate the awful loneliness of
a home where mother and wife comes
not with her sweet sympathy. Such
was the awful gloom | beheld where l
had hoped to be met and welcomed as
of old. AS l leaned on the railing and
looked through the door, "a food of
thoughts came over me that filled mine
eyes with tears" I turned away-I
could not enter, for the one l loved
and longed to see was gone. She was
one of the sweet companions of my
girlhood; and a more beautiful, Iowa
BILE girl l have never known. She had
a kind word for everybody. Her
smile was welcomed alike in the homes
of the rich and in the novels of the
poor and miserable. Her sunny spirit,
gentle winning ways, attractive grace,
and helpful hand, made her a general
~favorite. The best of all is, she loved
God and kept his commandments.
Brought up by a christian mother, she
gave her heart to God in early child
hood. From childhood to the day of her
death, she remained a faithful men,
Der of the NJ. E. Church, South.
Being the oldest of a large family of
children, the hearts of all the family
looked to her, and not in vain, for
sympathy and counsel. Of her it can
be truly said, she was a joy and COM
fort in her home. Indeed she was a
blessing wherever she went. In the
sick room she could soothe where
others failed to do 80. But her loving
ministrations on earth are ended, and
her willing hands are still. We must
do without her because God took her
home, and we know that our loss and
sorrow is her eternal gain. As l look
ed at the withered flowers upon her
grave, / thought of that land of death
less bloom where every thing that is
truly good and pure is transplanted to
bloom ever more.
80 more at home q
That home where separation cannot be,
That home where none are missed eternally.
Lord Jesus, grant us all a place with thee,
At home in Heavenw
Jonesboro, Tenn July Is, 1893 Mrs NJ B