The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1901-01-31
DEATH OF MRS. y. c. NEAL.

Mother is dead How sad to us the
message How hard to realize. She
the best of mothers; whose nightly
vigils have been over US from infancy !;
whose tender, loving hands have min
istered to our childish wants; whose
lips have kissed away the tears of dis
tress whose affectionate caresses have
cooled our fevered brew in sickness !;
whose wise maternal counsel has di-
rected our footsteps in all the years,
and whose solicitude and kindness have
been an inspiration and benediction.
Mother, dead How we ques tion Death
when he makes dumb the lips of love
and stills the beating heart of dear
one.
4 I'VE know what moons shall wane,
/ When summer birds from far off shall
cross the sea,
/ When autumn's hue shall light the
golden grain;
I But who shall teach us when to look
| for thee"
Oh, DEATH
Unbearable would be the heart
sorrow when the keen edge scythe falls
upon the bearded grain, - or the flow
ers that grow between" If the con-
temptation of Death ended with its
elimination but there is a divinity
that stirs within us that speaks with
unerring certainty of a Great Here
after; that with prophetic assurance
tells mans longing soul that if he die,
he shall live again. So we find COM
fort in the thought that the "ripened
grain" is tenderly harvested by Him,
| who said, Il am the resurrection and
the life he that believeth upon me,
though he were dead, yet shall he live
again"
So when our loved ones reach the
end of the journey, as our beloved
mother has done, with locks whitened
by many winters, and we sadly place
all that is mortal under "the sod and
the dew" leaving the sentinel stars"
to watch over the "dreamless dust" in
the ''tongueless silence of the grave"
we know that He who burst the bonds
of death and rose triumphant, gives us
the undying hope of the immortal life
of the soul and as our ears catch the
rustic of Azraels wings, the light of
eternal splendors flood the pathway of
Faith, bidding us believe that "our
mother" in her robes OF purity wears
as bright crown in the courts of the
celestial city, as England's dead queen
who has recently gone to walk with
Gods redeemed, for He is no respecter
of persons.
Gods plans, like lilies pure and white,
unfold.
We must not tear the close shut leaves
apart;
Time reveals the calyxes of gold"
= In accordance with the memorable
law of nature, ''our mother" Mrs. n.
G. Neal, has fallen asleep. This sad
event took place on last Saturday eve
ming, 9:35 O'Clock, January 26th, 1901.
Serenely, calmly death came to her
without a struggle. Her life had been
, an active, energetic, industrious one,
eventful, but undertaking in the path
of rectitude and uncompromising in
loyalty and devotion to the pure and
| the good, and living rebuke to all
r., that was evil
She was born in Morgan county, Ga,
June 2nd, 1922, and was in the 10Th
year of her age. When a little girl,
her feet wended the streets of Marietta
/ when the Cherokee Indians inhabited
this county. Her father, Ephram
Knight, was one of the first settlers,
builders and merchants of this town.
She grew to vigorous womanhood under
sunny Southern skies in Georgia and
! Tennessee. In 184S she was happily
married to William Davenport Neal, of
Giles county, Tennessee, who had Just
returned from the Mexican war, having
enlisted white here on visit in the
same company with Mr.. John r.
Winters, and was made first corporal in
his company. He died in Giles county,
Tenn, April 9th, 1854, leaving one
son, who now pens these lines,
After her husbands death, she re-
moved back to Marietta, where she has
lived ever since until the silent reaper
bore her away
She was member of the Methodist
church, firm believer in Gods power
and willingness to save, and often ex-