Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1921-08-19
Mrs. Ca.Ie Woodward SnO xdsa.

.. Atse it.tHtl.LA JL June sLH s-L.
1891. at her home in Macon. Miss, the
. gentle spirit of Mrs Caaje Wood
ward snowdaa passed from Tine to
Eternity.
The announcement Of her death
with it's shock Of surprise was reeeiv-
ed by all in this community with
genuine regret, and by those Of US
who knew her best with keenest sor-
row, the selfish sorrow, indeed.
> which ever accompanies the sense of
personal loss.
i. Callle Woodward was born near
Louisville, Miss. March the 23rd.
1853 She vas married in 1882 to
Mr. ". T. Hodges who died in 1891
In 1895 she was married to Captain
". P. SnOwden, a widower with three
young daughters. Capt, Swowden
died in 1910.
This spot Mrs. Snowden called
home was crowned with affection.
1t vas a happy home, gladdened and
adorned by those perennial flowers,
untslterng love and unselfish sweet
ness. The relationship existing be-
tween her and her step daughters
was very beautiful; made so by a
mutual devotion of Nlch constancy
as IS rarely seen in Such relation
ship,
When quite girl she accepted
Jesus Christ as her savior and unit
ed with the Cumberland Presbyter-
ian Church4 She afterwards Joined
! the Baptist Church and was mem
Der of the Baptist Church, of Macon,
at the time of her death. She was
active In every department of church
work; was constant in attendance of
all the services; was for many years
faithful teacher in the Sunday
School. and gave generously of ner
means towards the expenses Of the
church and the propagation Of the
gospel at home and abroad.
In society her influence was uplift-
ing She "aIlured to brighter worlds
and led the way" She lived and
taught Whatsoever things are true,
whatsoever things are just, what
soever things are pure, whatsoever
things are lovely whatsoever things
are If good report.
Some years ago our pastor preach
ed a sermon eXhorting US to ba
"doers Of the word and not hearers
only admonishing US to find the
place God would have US occupy, and
work the works of Him while it is
called today. After the benedition
| heard that dear old lady. Mrs c.,
B. Ovens, say to Mrs, Snowden you
will find your place, there can be no
doubt Of it" A few days since
asked Mrs. Owens if she remembered
this she replied, yes" and added.
"she not only found her place, but
kept it, she was faithful unto the
endp, Nothing firtr can be said
than this; no sweeter words could De
spoken at the end of the journey, no
grander eulogy could be pronounc-
ed than the simple words. "she was
faithful unto the end.
Unless prevented, Mrs. Snowden
was present at all Of the church ser
vices, and was there with a great big
share Of smiles and sunshine. Often
when tired and ill-disposed or from
heat or cold tempted to stay at home
Mrs, Snowden's cheerful greeting
and sincere "God bless you" fully
repaid me for any effort it may have
cost me to attend the services even
though | should receive no other
blessing. @ 3%~--
Mrs. Suowden was a woman broad
in her sympathy kind Of heart and
charitable in her acts and judg-
ments, She was womanly woman:
a woman with soul. She added
something to the worlds goodness
and gladness and banished some OF
its woe and heartache. The world
is better because Of her helpful life.
mo life can be pure IN its purpose
and strong in its strife and 81 life
not purer and stronger thereby" :" 7
Her most passionate desire was to
do the will of Him, who not only did
no evil but went about doing good.
She accepted life as trust from
God to be used for His glory and the
good of mankind. Her faith in
Jesus Christ as her saviour was as
fixed as the star that guides the
mariner home. The words death
and grave" had for her no terror.
To her they simply meant gateways
to blessed immortality. When the
noble heart ceased to beat and the
gentle eyes were closed in the sleep
of death. it was simply passage to
a world of brighter and more beaute-
Gus mould than this, a world where
redeemed spirits gather and white
robed angels sing.
thine takes them home, those whom
we love, fair names and famous,
To the soft long sleept to the broad /
sweet bosom fof death; ~
But the flower of their souls ne can
not take away and shame us,
Nor the lips hack song forever that
now lack breath.
For with us shall the music and the
perfume which die not dwell;
rThnunh the dad To nnr dead hid