The Forrest City times., 1907-07-05
Death of Mrs. Rosa Lee Wilson.

! illness or fourteen days from prema- ture childbirth and malarial compli- cation having been in bad health since last September. At times she seemed to be much better and able to be up, and part of the time do her houSework But as time wore on she gradually grew weaker until she was confined to her bed. but by close atten- l tiou from physicians and nurses. ral- lied and was able to be up part of the | time. She visited her sister, Mrs. Belle Beck, at Caldwell. where she seemed 10 improve more rapidly, when she decided that a visit to For rest City and also the home of her brother-in-law, MT. H. l. Jordan. of Palestine, might add to the improve ment of her health, and after having been there only three days. she sud denly relapsed and continued to grow worse until she fell asleep in Jesus for this separation of a soul from it's temporal abode was like one fall ing asleep without a frown or trace of pain.
 Deceased was devoted member of 1 the Missionary Baptist Church. a con- seientious member of the Knights and Ladies of Honor and lived model Christian life, ministering to the sick and afflicted regardless of race or color when it was in her l power to dc se. She was daughter of William J and Patsa \. Higgins and was born near Pine Tree, Ark. Dee. +, lS7S, and died June 26. la07. aged 2s years. 6 months and 9 days.
 Her mother died when she was quite an infant, and her training. as she grew up was left to her older sis ters and 10 two stepmothers, one of whom still survives her, and well did she profit by their instructions, and l at an early day she sought the par doning powers of Christ and became Christian, uniting with the church above mentioned She was greatly l devoted to her father, looking upon him as her closest earthly friend and regarding his word as law Her de- votion being such that she never en- tirely recovered from the shock oc- easioned by his death.
 At the age of nineteen she married Prof. James NJ. Wilson. Their union was blest with happiness, and God gave them two sweet baby girls, Willie Marie and Rosa Ernestine. But it was not Gods will that they keep Willie Marie, so He took her from them at the age of four years, thus giving her mother cup of sor- TOW to which she never became recon ciled, and during her last days she would point to Marie as her guiding star, telling her heartbroken husband that she was beckoning her to come up higher, and then she would insist that she would be with her soon.
 After the death of Marie. Mrs. Will son suffered great anxiety, fearing that God would call Ernestine. too, and that she would be left childess and this dread remained with her to 1 her death.
 While her greatest hope seemed to be to get well, she bore her sutferings with the utmost patience, ever trust ing in God, but when she realized that the Saviour was in need of her, she seemed to be perfectly willing and ready to go, giving the keeping of her child over to it's father and her aunt, Mrs. Belle Beck
 Mrs. Wilson was buried by the Knights and Ladies of Honor. An es- cort of the Palestine lodge accom- panyfng the corpse from the home of Mir. Jordan to the depot and an escort of two, MeSsrs. Joe Stayton and Will i Coffee escorted it to it's destination. The remains were inferred in the family burying ground at the Hughes cemetery, there being the rituaiStic services of the Knights and Ladies of Honor, and Elder Newman of Forrest ] CiN1 oRAioA NiiOiNiI' fOilhANliiiE lilc religious exercises.
 She leaves a heartbroken husband, little girl, four years old, five sis ters and host of other relatives and friends to mourn their loss But, sad relatives and friends, console your selves with the thought that Jesus does all things well and look to God, the giyer of all that is good, for a more perfect consolation, as He has taken Rosa to live with Him and be one of the heavenly host.
 She is sleeping, sweetly sleeping
 In a new made grave today.
 We are weeping, sadly weeping,
 For our darling's gone away.
 She is blooming, brightly blooming
 With the fairest flowers of light,
 In the garden of sweet Eden,
 Where flowers never blight