The Tupelo journal., 1905-07-14
Miss Minnie Gibson.

Miss Minnie Gibson, daughter of Maj,
w. G. Gibson and his late wife, Mrs.
Jennie Gibson, was born in Pontotoc
county February the 18th, 1868, and
died in Tupelo, April 24th, 1905,
When an infant three months Old a
fall from a nurses arms made her 3
cripple for life, her left arm being para
lived. When quite a little girl she lost
her mother, and the care OF her bring
ing up fell upon the father and aunt,
Miss Kate Gibson, whose devotion to
their little invalid charge was a most
loving care, and which she returned
with all the affection of an ardent ma
ture. Being an invalid, she was not
able to join in the pastimes and pleas
ures of other children, or receive a high
school education, yet it was astonish-
ing what she accomplished at home.
She read many good books, and her
knowledge of the bible vas equaled by
few who considered themselves bible
scholars. In the domestic duties in
cumbent upon the female members OF
the family, she was a willing and in
dustrious worker. She seemed not to
know how to be idle. With her one
hand she made beautiful laces and varl-
Gus kinds of fancy work; and with little
! helm from teachers she drew and paint
ed with the consummate skill of an art
list. Her bible readings and daily devo-
lions were never on any account neg
lected. Her life was so pure, she was
as free from sin in word, thought, or
deed, as it is possible for any human
BEING to be. She was a Gevout chris
tian from childhood. Unable to attend
Sabbath school, she studied the lessons
and Sabbath school literature until she
was perfect in the lessons of the class
es. She is gone like a beautiful vision
of the night making the weary day
more sad because it al come no more,
leaving only a pleasant memory IN our
hearts.
Life is like a field of flowers, and to
the casual observer it might seem that
only the gorgeously beautiful and fra
/ prantly Odorous are worthy OF admlra-
ton. The gentle violet hidden beneath
| the graceful golden rod, the yellow prim-
! rose bv the brookside too low to cast a
| shadow on the stream, the soft anemone
blushing when kissed by a sunbeam
among the tall grasses are found and
their s-weetnesses distilled by the bee
Anu OuLLCTlly, Surviving WnOe
blest of Gods creations has its uses,
! and a life of purity and love amid the
home circle is often a greater success
| than a life of strife and contention on
broader fields.
Our dear Minnie has left us with moth
ing to regret except her W sweet
self. With everything to hope for IN
the promises of Him who '''spake as
never man spake," whose voice comes
echoing down the corridors of time, say,
ing: "of suchis the kingdom Of heayen'
| She passed over the river, and upon the
farther shore rests under the shades OF
Eden's bowers-her sweet spirit nc
longer encased in clay, but arrayed n
garments radiant with heavenly light,
and together with the loved ones witt
have gone before awaits our coming.
To her aged father and aunt earthly
sympathy brings no consolation. But
Why should we grieve? W. have beer
lifelong friends, and we know that
there is but one comforter, and 'eartI
hath no sorrow that heaven cannot
heal.o and our parting here is but soor
to meet again Fin q house not made
with hands eternal in the heavens.
There we shall find her.