The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1910-09-13
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Wife of Sheriff VI. VI. BufOrd Dies Al
ter Long IllneSS-GO0d WO-
man.

MIS-. Salie Bell BufOrG. wife OF
Sheriff NJ NJ Buford, died at about
1915 o'clock Saturday morning at her
home in this city, after a linger-
ing illness of tuberculosis, in the siN-
tieth year of her age, and was buried
Sunday afternoon at o'clock at Fair
view church cemetery, service con-
Quoted by the Rev. D. P. Boyd, assisted
by the Revs. NJ. L. Banks and G. A.
Wright.
Mrs. Buford was a member Of Sar-
dis church. in Laure3s county. She
kept her membership in that church,
although frequently urged to change i
after leaving the neighborhood, but
she invariably answered that it was
her desire to keep her membership
where her mothers was. She was
the daughter of the late James and
Polly Bell, Of Laurens county. MIR
NJ. NJ. Buford and Miss Sallie A Bell
we're married March Is, 1870. She was
a .devout Christian and had many fine
traits of character which endeared her
to the hearts of all who knew her.
During the time of her long illness she
bore her trials with great patience and
meekness, exhibiting the strong forti-
tude Of a dying saint, prepared for
death.
A good woman is dead. She event
through the world living quietly, de-
voted to the interests of those who
were dear to her, but she is missed
from her wonted place, her work IS
done and she is gone" Much Of the
latter part of her earthly life, due to
i'll health, "was spent in the valley,
beneath the clouds of suffering and
SORROW Her long sickness and the
expected death which came to her re-
lief, reminds one Of the beautiful Incl
dent "an Alpine traveller tells Of
climbing one of the mountains in a
dense, dripping fog, and standing at
last in the clear air, under a cloudless
sky. In the valley below him lay the
fog like an ocean of white vapor, and
he could hear the Ginning of bells, the
lowing of cattle, and the sounds of
labor coming up from the villages that
we're hidden beneath. Now and then a
bird would dart up out of the mist, ny
about little while in the joyous sun
shine, sing a few notes OF sweet song,
and then fly down again and disap-
pear." The subject of this sketch was
long in the valley. How like a bird
her released spirit has scared into the
radiant sunlight and disappeared in
the unseen regions Of eternal peace |
and rest A mother dies, and 1t has
been said by some writer that when
a gentle mother goes out Of home the
loss indeed seems irreparable. But
there comes this thought, as so tender
ly and truthfully breathed by DR.. }.
R. Miller in his Year Book: Heaven
s not far away. One Of the chariots
from the Kings country came doWb
that day to carry Elijah home. An
other came to the door of your house
when the baby died, or when father or
mother or brother or sister died.
TO die? it is to rise
To fairer, brighter skies,
Where death no more shall his dread
harvests reap;
TO soar on angel wings
Where life immortal springs,
For so he giveth his beloved Sleep"
There is a cmofort in that and in
this: Zone cold autumn day saw an
empty birds next on tree. 1t looked
desolate and forsaken. But kne"
the birds that once were there were
living yet, living no win the warm
-,
storms, and singing there their sweet
songs. There is an empty love nest in
many home, in many heart, but we
know that the dear one who is gone |
is living with God in heaven
Mrs. Buford sleeps. It is the quiet, |
restful sleep that knows no earthly
waking. The sympathy of the public
is natural and right in its bestowal up
on the troubled hearts of a sorroWlng
household, yet such sympathy IS
mingled with consolation to the be-
reaved in that their sorrow, of nights
duration, may and will be turned into !
the Joy of an eternal morning under
the hand of resignation and patience
At the funeral there was great
throng, and the flowers were there IN
abundance to show the love and re-
spect held for the departed one.