The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-06-09
United Doushfers
 of the Confederacy
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 God will ever bless those angels of earth who so kindly ministered to us and gave us the smile of a Mothers sace and the gentle touch of Motn-
 Forty years have gone since the flag we loved so we'll was furled. anu the angel spread her white wings of peace over our distracted country, yet the time seems but of yesterday when Mrs. Judge Blob, Mrs. W. B. Bell. and Mrs. J. F. Jackson. and others, Mothers or the ConfedeI acy. by their daily de- votion and care won us back to health and to our comrades in arms.
 The old veteran of Kentucky, wheth CT stricken by disease in camp, or shot down on the field of battle, will ever hold in grateful remembrance the ten- der nursing and devotion of dear Mrs. W. B. Bell, and on this beautiful May day gladly pay tribute to her memory.
 have no command of language that will convey our love for her, or por- tray the purity of her character, as sfe was known to us and to the commun- ty in which she lived.
 The roses of love and charity, strewn along the pathway of her life, were for her fellow-nan and for Christ, and will lead her step by step. In that mysterious land, to God and the friends
 
 dead. She did not die as mortals die. God called her, and the angelswwho were always around her took SRer by the hand and led her at once into the presence of her Savior, whom she had served so we'll. There was no sick ness, no pain, just a passing from cheerful and happy life on earth to the home prepared for her in Heaven. When she left us her life so beautiful that the whole community shared with her household their unspeakable grief. Her lips imbodied in loveliness; her face had the warmth and cheer Of sun- shine; her presence was like the 'incar- nation of good will. In the midst of pleasure she added to It's charm, and when shadows fell she moved with gentleness and sympathy that render cred grief less bitter.
 She was an exquisite type of South- ern womanhood. When fate smiled up- on her, she greeted 1t with smile; when 1t drowned she smiled again. She men hold for womanhood, and now that she is gone, her grave must ever be a place where sorrow weeps with re- gret
 Her life was gentle. true and with thinning eyes one pauses to go back over its fair record. Through her very rentleness she was an involuntary teacher, her soul moved with the tm- 1-lse of her nina
 Today remembrance will speak in flowers. The petals of Mays roses will lie in clusters on her grave. and violets will be placed by tender hands over the heart that loved them so well.
 There, in the calm stiffness of the grave. her image. her smile, her eyes. now hidden in the strange silent sbad- ow of death. will rise before them. and with 1t will come another vision of a far-of country where sorrow cannot come. and husband. daughter and son reunited who once were parted for so little space.
 As gently as ever the sound of her tender voice fell upon the air, flowers will he laid above herg loving heart so full of pure thought and devoid of fear
 Rosemary for memories is the sbd- dest of all flowers, yet 1t cannot be wholly Of sorrow when 1t is laid on the grave of one who understood lifa's griefs. and yet smiled back at it. and in her pure heart turned its sharp ness into a blessing.
 She the fairest and best of our Southern mothers. Is gone; but she will live forever In the annals of her State and in the hearts of the Confederate soldiers.
 I can say no more--she was the friend of my little wife and baby. refu- gees from Kentucky. and of myself.
 4 Confederate Soldier.