The Parisian. (Paris, Tenn.) 1907-1962, 1919-07-18
Mrs. Lula R-rrett Nelson.

On last Thursday morning an an
gel entered the hoAae Of ]. ], Nelson
/ at Nashville, Tenn, and sweetly,
quietly said to the dear wife and
mother, Come, your Master needs
you" And without murmur of
pain, with a gentle smile the spirit
of Mrs. Lula Barrett Nelson went to
its keeper,
Mrs. Nelson was born forty-four
years ago at Lewisburg, Tenn. At
the age Of nineteen she was married
to j. ] Nelson, of MI. Pleasant,
Tenn. They came to Paris fifteen
years ago and made their home here
until some four months ago, going
to Nashville. She was a member
of the Presbyterian church of Paris.
She is survived by her husband,
seven children and one grandchild.
The eldest daughter, Mrs. Sam Harris
of Paris, John, Rebecca, Zelma,
Florence, Myrtle and Linda Beale, of
Nashville, and the little grandson,
Sam Harris, Jr The remains were
laid forrest Friday at Mt. 0livet GEM
etery, Nashville, with services by Rev.
Astles Of Paris, and. Rev. Bevens of
Nashville.
The sweet voice Is silent, the low
| ing eyes are closed, the hands that
were always doing deeds of love and
kindness are still, The body has
been taken away, but loved ones do
not grieve, she has only gone to her
Fathers home of peace and rest. We
shall see her again. A noble, true
| Christian always ready to heed the
call of her church. Although her
home duties and the care of her
children often made it impossible for
her to attend services she never for
got the Sabbath, her Lords day. She
instilled this in the hearts of her
children and sent them to Sunday
School and church, and when she
could go, oh, how glad we were to
see her walk in quietly, but the brave,
gentle, patient expression inspired
us and made US better, made us pray
that we might have the trust, the real
assurance of God, that she had,
Like beautiful flower in full and
perfect blossom. Such flower day
after day, strong, upright, one of the
fairest and purest in the garden, re-
ceiving riches from above and pas
sing them on to the weaker. More
tender ones giving freely and unset
fshly of its all But God does not
intend for the one to do everything
after while when its work is about
finished. The lovely blossom begins
to droop, each day it fades, but
bravely, patiently raises each morn
ing, scatters some love and kindness
until finally the Father says: "Well
done, | will take you to the garden
Of rest" Then we are sad We
miss the lovely flower, he world
seems dark and gloomy. The flower,
the one we loved most, the one which
to US always shona brightest, has
been plucked, carried away. We
must not be sad though, but strive
to follow in the path she has gone.
She would have it so. That the
husband will care for the little daugh-
tiers, love them, keep the memory OF
their dear mother before them, and
teach them of the heavenly Father
That the children will love their faith.
er, try to fill the vacant place in his
life, thus making the burden light.
er.
"God has called your mother to
dwell with Him up there. No more
on earth you'll see her but let thi.
be your prayer: Dear Father, help us
daily to live and love each other, sc
when You call for us to come, wei
meet our dear, sweet mother"
A Friend,
Lucy Alexander Yates.