The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1899-10-13

privilege of meeting with the brethren
and sisters two Lords Days, but my
heart was made sad at not hearing the
voice of my beloved friend, Mrs. Jennie
Sowell, in the song service, as in the
happy days gone by. Her seat was va
cant, and the tomb in the garden spot of
her old home now holds all that was
mortal Of the dear body, but in "the
home of the soul" she is sweetly rest
ing.
From this sad scene turn to long
horseback ride | very much enioyed
from the home Of Sidney Dooley to that
Of Mr.. Tom Dooley, near smyrna. At
the request Of Mr.. and Mrs. w. p. Hale,
of Osceola, | visited this aged couple, in
company with Mrs. John Dean Was
sorry to find them so frail, and felt that
it will not be long until they, too, will
pass into the unknown world. Mr..
Dooley has already spent four-score and
three years In this life.
After leaving there | parted company
with Mrs. Dean and returned by another
route. | must acknowledge never en-
joyed ride much more, as it recalled to
memory the happy days of twenty ears
ago, when used to travel it with my
sweetheart. Those were happy DAYS,
and who does not like to see some re-
minders of them, no matter what their
age or condition in life. The prOtracted
meetings at New Lasea were particular
lY interesting for some six or seven
girls of our neigh borhood ana their
beauX. We went horse back and in
crowds of from two to ten. We enioyed
the hospitality of those good Christian
people and, by the way, the society of
some of the young bachelors and young
men about there, during those meetings.
But "every sweet has its bitter" we are
told, and in consequence of that last ride
] was laid up in bed nearly two weeks
after my return to the parental roof, and
my hOmeward journey was postponed
indefinitely. Loving hands minis
tered to my wants and my sufferings
we're alleviated as much AS Law in their
power Kind friends cheered me by
their pleasant visits, and | must say it
was worth all that suffering and more
to receive so much attention. | shall
ever appreciate those kindly visits Of
the old and new-msde friends. | was
sometimes admonished not to talk so
much, but | knew l must make good
use of my time, as | was not likely to
| see them again in long time, and |
| alked SO much because | had 50 much
! to say.
AS the day for my departure drew
| near, with it came the sad realization
that m my years may come and go 'ere
/ m 1t return again to such joys. And,
| wv, hhCW thdb was ltdNlIlR SOIIl6
whom | would not be likely to ever see
again in this life. Father and mother
are aged aud grey, and yet it may be
sister or a brother who might be called
hence. Even then dear sister lay sick
with fever but thanks to Merciful
Father, | learn by letter that she is inn
proving.
A farewell visit to Rose Hill, that
beautiful and silent city of the dead
where sleep so many treasured bodies,
once the idols of some yet living among
the number that of my own precious
babe. Little Robert, dear child, of course
is much better off, but mother still la
ments his absence. Near him lie the
bodies of two little nieces, Clara and
Mary Stegall, whose deaths made sad
anddesolate happy home and the grave
of our once jolly brother Will, whom
to know was to love, land who had a host
of friends here, his last home aud two
tOmbs, marked with age, tell the last
resting place OF our old grand parents
George and Nancy Cameron Worse
tales of woe can be told by many no
doubt, but this is self.sufficiently sad to
my mind. But | should not have writ
ten 1t here perhaps, as of some other
things, If not all have had said to- day. j
know you to be a kindly and forbear-
ing editor, and so / have imposed this
much upon good nature. As To the
readers, | hope they will survive
through it all. RIPPING WAVES.