Middletown transcript., 1894-12-15
MRS. JENNIE l.. WALKER.

MRS, JENNIE l.. WALKER.
Her Death and Burial-A Tribute t.
Her Memory by one who Loved Her.
Mrs. jamie L. Walker died on Mcnda!
morning at the Jefferson Hospital in Phila
delphia, where she had been for thre'
weeks receiving all the benefits that medica
science and skill could give. But he
malady was beyond the power of human
aid, and death interposed, and set the
sufferer free.
The fatal disease was cancerous affec
eion of the abdomen, for which there was
no known relief. The end came speedily
at last, and in the full consciousness OF the
approaching crisis and with an unfaltering
trust in good God, she went out into the
great beyond.
jamie Leatherbury was the second
daughter of Jonathan and Elizabeth Leath-
erbury of this town. In early childhood
she gave promise of a noble womanhood
and during the 33 years of her life her record
from first to last, is one that her friends
will ever cherish, and her children hold
as precious legacy. The bright, sunny,
happy disposition of the child was the
chief characteristic of the woman.
In April 1888 she was married to William
Walker, son of the late Joseph Walker of
this town. The first years of her married
life were spent in Millington, Md, where
her husband was engaged in business as a
druggist. But failing health compelled
him to give up business, and they returned
to Middletown, after many experiences
that would have embttered a nature less
sweet than hers, and daunted spirit less
brave. Through long and wasting ILL
ness she minstered to her husband and
was the type of rare conjugal devotion:-
in sickness and III health, for richer or
poorer for better or worse-The death Of
her husband two years ago. left her alone
to provide for herself and children. This
was the embodiment of unselfish devotion,
and ceaseless toll
For number of years, and until her
last recent illness, she was in the employ of
j. B. Messick as saleslady. Having con-
quered her timid and naturally retiring
nature, she carried a smiling face and
brave heart into life's co nfict, and she did
her part nobly and well. Whatever sor-
rows and disappolntments shadowed her
life, and we know they were many-she
never darkened any other life with her
griefs.
Only a woman kno VS. what it means for
a woman to face the world alone in the
struggle for food and raiment for de-
pendent family of little ones. jamie
tion to every toi,ing sister who came with
in touch of her influence. She dignified
her occupation, she had the respect and
confidence of her employers, and she won
the esteem of her patrons. The world is
better for her having lived; the influence
of her beautiful christian character exem
pliiedin the com mon walks of life, will be
felt as sweet perfume, waited back to US
from the and where tempests never beat |
and billows cease to roll.
She was identified with the NJ. E. church |
of this town, and from childhood was |
devoted christian.
Her remains were brought to Middle |
town on Tuesday, and her funeral from the |
home Of her sister Mrs. Samuel Price was |
held Thursday afternoon at 2 o'clock,
in the Method ist Episcopal Church |
The large assemblage of friends from far
and near who came to pay last tribute to.
which she was held Rev. n NJ. Browne
assisted by Rev. F. H. Mo- conducted
the service, and both ministers paid the
highest tribute to her memory expressing
in beautiful and tender words their SYM
patby for the bereaved ones, asking espec-
ial care of the Divine Father for the
Motherless little ones. The interment was
at Forest Cemetery. The bearers were
William Vansant, A. NJ. Chamberlaine,
Frank West, w. S. Leatherbury, L. C.
Scott, and William Brockson. She leaves
two children, Lillian and Joseph aged re.
spectively and 5. The writer of this
memoir knew her from her early child
hood, and was intimately associated with
her on many occasions, but never was she
heard to complain of her lot or to utter an
unkind or uncharitable word Of anyone
We count it one of our dearest privileges to
have known her.
When the summons comes to US to Join the
throng, may we like her Rest
in the Bosom of God till the brief sleep of
death is over, and happier life shall
dawn to waken our insensible dust.