Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1915-07-28
Gagetlela Adcrrtjser.
In Loving Remembrance of Mrs
w. A. Crawford.

In the morning hours OF July l6,
1915, the angels visited the home
of Mr.. Willie Crawford, who lives
near Plum Branch, and took from
him his beloved companion, Mag gle,
and transplant5d her into the beau
tiful city of God, where she will be
with God and the holy angels to
await the Homecoming of her loved
ones.
She was sweet Christian woman.
All who knew her loved her. 10
the very last she had such a Christ
like spirit.
She professed faith in Christ in
early girlhood, and joined the Plum
Branch Baptist church at the age of
twelve years, and was ffty-one
Years and six months old when she
died.
She has had this dreadful linger-
ing disease, consumption, for nearly
nineteen years, and was confined to
her bed ten weeks and a few days
when death came.
This lady realized her condition
number of years ago, and had her
husband and each child letter
written and laid away in her trunk
to be read after her death. Her re-
quest was for her five brothers and
Mr.. Crawford's one brother to act
as pail bearers.
Some years ago she requested that
the pastor should begin reading at
the llth verse of the 18th chapter
of St. John, and continue reading
that chapter at her funeral. This
was very appropriate selection for
the occasion.
These are the three songs she re-
quested them to sing at her funeral,
Nearer My God to Thee Yield
Not to Temptation" ard God Be
With You Till We Meet Again"
During her last sickness she suf-
fered much, but there was little or
no complaint, she bore her suffering
patiently.
She spoke several times of being
ready and willing to die, and seemed
to think death would be sweet re-
lief.
Cousin Maggie leaves a husband
and six children, five brothers, two
sisters and mother to mourn her
death.
She clung to her children until
they were all grown. The three
eldest are married.
From the life she lived among us
we know where this dear one is, and
and we who loved her company
here should so live that when sick
ness and conflicts are passed we can
meet her where there will be no
sickness, no sorrow, no more part
ing nor tears.
No more will her sweet voice be
heard at home. She has left va
cant place there and in our hearts
that never can be filled.
They will miss her coming foot
steps-they'll miss her everywhere.
Home will not be what it used to be
since this mother has passed away.
Zone precious to their hearts has gone,
A voice they loved is still. "
But their hearts should be eased
of pain when they think of what an
inspiration her life has been. With
tenderest care she has guided her
little ones toddling feet from IN
fancy to womauhood and manhood.
Her love removed the jagged stones
and brlars from the way.
Those withered hands, how they've la
bored to make their hearts gay,
And smooth the roughness from their
way.
1t is wonderful thing, a mother.
Other folks can love you, but only
your mother understands. She works
for you, looks after you, loves YOU,
forgives you of anything you may
do-understands you. And the
saddest thing on earth she ever
does to you, is to die and leave you.
Coreen W
White Town, S. G.