The Anderson daily intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson, S.C.) 1914-1915, 1914-10-14
MRS. j. A. BROOKS
HAS PASSED ON
Feeling Tribute OF a Friend TO
This Worthy Christian Wo-
man.

old veteran OF the Civil War, has
been made sad and lonely by the
death angel entering it on the third
OF October. bearing away on
| its bosom the sweet spirit of Nancy
Ann Brooks, the wife and mother Of
| that home. She was born July "a,
l84S. Was married to John A..
Brooks, August IL. 1867. Her
maiden name was Hackctt.
There are left to mourn her death,
her husband and six children, four
sons and two daughters. Mrs. ]. o.
Swaney. of Pcndleton. S. c., Miss
Core. Messrs. willie, Samuel, Adolf.
plus and Lewis Brooks And three
brothers, Whit Haskett, of Coving-
ton. Ga. William Ha"kett OF Iios-
well, Ga, and Earl Hackett, of Liberty.
S. c. Beside host OF relatives anu
friends.
Five children preceded her, TWO in
infancy, three after reaching man
hcod and womanhood.
Nancy Ann Brooks gave her heart
TO God in early life and united with
the Methodist church ut Old Sandy
Springs where her body was laid to
rest In the cemetery. in the presence
OF large assembly of sorrowing
friends. She was ever faithful to
her church. While she did no. pos
sess as MUCH of this worlds goods
as some. yet she was the possessor
of something far more precious. She
possessed a title to ~ mansion In
heaven, begueathed to her by her
Saviour whom she loved.
Her life was benediction. Her
children will rise up and call her
blessed. Her husband will miss her
sweet counsel. Nancy Ann Is gone,
yet death is the gate that opens out
OF earth toward the house eternal in
the heavens. We have lost he., but
heaven gains her. We mourn,
heaven rejoiccs. We hang our harps
on the willows, but she Is tuning hers
In the eternal orchestra above, re-
to!csng tha. she has "on the victory
through Christ her Saviour.
When standing by the death bed Of
our loved ones with stifled grief. tear
dropped In silence often rings In
heaven with u sound which belongs
not to earthly trumpets or bells. It Is
heart ,rending to witness the last tcs-
timonies OF expiring love, the feeble,
flutterlng, thrilling. oh, how thrilling!
the last feeble pressure of tho hand.
The last fond look of the glazing
eye. turning upon you from the thres-
hold of the border land. The faint.
faltering accents struggling I'm death
TO give one moro assurance of affec-
ton The sobbing, the henrt-brcak-
ing agony that seem to rend our very
souls rs we see their breath get faint
or and fainter, until we realize their
spirits have departed and left us, oh,
so lonely, so lonely.
The ties that unite us are not broken.
They arc too strong for deaths stroke.
They are made for tho Joys of eternal
friendship. No, the love which sur
wives the tomb 10 one OF the noblcst
attributes of tho soul II 1t has its
woes 1t has likewise it's delights;
when tho overwhelming burst of grief
is Gained into the gentle tear of rec
objection, when the sudden anguish
and the convnlsiye agony over the
ruins OF all that we most loved !
softened away into pcnsive nodita-
ton on all that 1t was in the days
OF Its loyelinesa, who would root out
such sorrow from tho heart
no, there Is voice from the tom,
sweeter than song. There is re-
mambranco os the dead to which we
turn even from the charms of the
living.
The grave! What place for mcdi.
tation! It buries every error, covers
every defect, extinguishes every re-
sentiment.
From its peaceful bosom springs
none but fond regrets and tender rec.
ollections.
There We think OF the thousand en-
dearmonts layished upon us almost
nnheeded. There it is that we dwell
upon the tnderness. the solemn, awful
tendernesa of the parting scene.
Tut why grieve? The loving wife
methnr has only gone little ahead OF
us o be with the loved ones that are
gene before. Look up through your
tears to Him who loves you, and gave
His life for you. He is the shelter
that will protect you from all the fury
or the raging storms. And you Cora.
who have been drinking deep of tho
bitter cup OF atfiiction; faint not at
this, the crowning trial OF your life.
ne is only aaltshinS &c. .aroas.i al
Fiction to shine with greater bright.
ness as one OF she Jewels TO be placed
In the crown OF your loving Saviour.
lot me again say to all the mourn-
Ing friends; catch the spirit OF the
poet as he cast his eyes heayenward
ana seem to hear his Saviour say to
him. .s'. -
When through the, deep waters I
call thee to go,
The rivers OF woe sahll not thee over
flow;
Fer Wa: 90 with thee. thy trouble.
to bless. .s{'s 81
And sanetify to thee thy deepest dis
tress, !