Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1895-03-06
Tribute OF Affection.
when duty is pleasure.
And labor is joy;
How sweet Is the leisure

OF children, moved TO tennessee In 1881.
She was married to Warrington G. Hunt,
of precious memory, in 1888, and very
soon afterwards joined the Christian
Church. She died in Jonesboro, Tenn,
at the home Of her daughter, her only
child, Mrs. A. G. Broyles, on the 10Th
of February, 1906; being at the time of
her death a little more than eighty five
years OF age. OF this large family,
only two brothers and two sisters are
still living.
The remarkable life of this good wo.
man is well worth studying. She was
left motherless in early childhood; and
no doubt the care and affection bestow'
ed on her younger brothers and sisters
in trying TO ill q mothers place in her
fathers home, brought out the unself.
ishness and pure gold of her character.
Those who knew her best will testify
that she was n%eyerknown to do "a selfish
or unkind act or to speak a harsh word
of another. To know her was to love
her. One look into the depths of her
beautiful brown eyes, always truthful,
clear and tender, made even a stranger
feel that hers was a bosom upon which
a tired head night rest.
She made the Bible her guide book.
How often have we seen her sitting on
II e old porch, with the open book upon
her lap, reading the life of the Savior
she loved and trusted. Only one who
had followed the footsteps of the Savior
could have lived the life she lived: and
of none other could such noble deeds
have been recorded.
But it vas in the quiet seclusion of
her home where she was most appreci-
ated and loved and honored. Her home
vas with her daughter; and in this
home she reigned the queen. Her opin-
ions were never questioned, her advice
never disregard. Hers was the bosom
of the household, where every member
went for sympathy.
There were nine grandchildren born
into the family. Two of these little
lambs were gathered into the heavenly
fold in early infancy. The remaining
seven were dearer to her than her OWL
life. These she loved and caressed,
chided and admonished, with such af.
fectionate interest, that Mother" as
WI always called her, became the model
of u lives.
The sweetest, fondcst r~ecollections of
our childhood are linked with the mem
DRY of her whose redeemed soul has
just entered in through the gates into
the City.
How changed she was in her last
~days-aged and asted with sickness:
yet, she Was Mother still. The same
loving heart. And those dear hands.
Only think what they have done during
that long journey from the cradle to
the grave. Never were more faithful
hands folded in rest. How they have
toiled for others-always for others.
They have fed the hungry and made
garments for the poor: they have wiped
away the orphans tears and reached
out to draw in the erring ones; they
have steadied the lettering footsteps of
the aged and guided the uncertain feet
of the prattling baby; they have wiped
the deathdew from the cold, dead, brow
and woven wreaths for the happy brider
they have reached out as far as human
hands could reach to remov the hind
RANGES out of every body's way. Just
once in awhile she raised them to her
own throbbing temples 10 press away
the rain.
Not till old age forced her 10 cling
for support in the very last DAYS of her
life, did she give up to,ling for those
she loved. Beautiful wrinkled hands.
More beautiful now than when in their
dimpled infant beauty they plucked
the flowers and chased the butterflies
in graceful, childish sport. How long
ago that was. Why, her little great
grandchildren are sitting silent, with
play things untouched, because of the
sorrow they see in our eyes. Yes, and
there is sorr in our hearts-sorrow
because of an old empty rocking chair
by the hearthstone. Sorrow because of
the shadows over the grave that shut
out our longing eyes from What is be
yond. We know she is at rest; for she
walked in the way that ends at God s
throne.
She bore her last sickness with Chris
tian patience and resignation. When
she lay down on her bed to die, a friend
asked her to tell him if she was still
trusting in the Lord. She calmly Ie-
piled, Il am; l prepared for this hour
long ago. l am not afraid. It's all
right"
Later she said, This is dying" And
again, thinking of the babies she had
rocked on her pure bosom many years
ago, and who were now in far distant
homes of their own, THE children are
SO far away. Tell them they will Il, yer
see me on earth again: butts all right.
They know where to find me-"
Yes, dear, old Mother" I'VE do know
where to find you; and we are coming.
1t will be at the en- OF this sad journey
that leads through scenes of sorrow,
through grave yards, and on over the
dark river you have crossed, and still
on UP through the nearly pates. where