OBITUARY (Clipping pasted in Bible of Mary Emma Crowell Whitaker)
DIED,
Of billous fever, October 2d, 1866, at the residence of her mother in Oswichee, Russell county, Ala., EMMA JAMES, youngest daughter of James A. Whitaker, deceased, aged 13 years.
It has pleased our Heavenly Father in his infinite wisdom to remove from our midst one of earth's brightest gems, our pet and darling, "Jimmie": leaving a desolate void in our heart's tenderest affections. She was a child of many virtues; guileless and innocent, and yet in all her deportment the 'perfect lady'. A devoted daughter and loving sister, to her little foster brother she was 'everything'.
Language is inadequate to portray her many qualities of surpassing excellence of mind and heart; and words can feebly but express the nameless charms and amenity of manners which sprung from the inborn sweetness of temper, shensitive in her organization, ardent in her feelings, whole-souled in her attachments, tender in her sympathies, gentle, amiable and forbearing in her disposition, unostentatious in her piety, her purest feelings and impulses gushed forth in the "ark of love", at home in all their fullness and glory, diffusing a tranqulizing influence over all around her, like the falling of a soft pure light, felt but not heard, and swaying all the magic of her love. Truly can it be said of Jimmie, "None knew her but to love her." How pleasant to us to think that the last act of her life was of kind and thoughtful interest for another - a desire to relieve the tedium of a sick room and administer to the comfort of the suffering. On her was home from this visit to her sick relative, to whom she had carried a delicate breakfast, she was attacked with a chill, and lingering but four days, died, as die the pure and good, with a sweet assurance of a life in Heaven; "that beautiful and lovely place: that pure, good and desirable home where dwell the sanctified hosts of immortal spirits:" as she described it to her friends, "where she said she would breakfast the next morning with father, broter, sister, and loved ones gone before." What a happy greeting there must have been when her sanctified spirit entered the "pearly gates" and joined those who already belonged to the company, who with "harps and voices praise the Lord."
God in His mercy has spared this precious one the fearful and fiery ordeal of human life, which in passing through so many falil to gain the prize set before them, and lose all. To her He has given the prize and the crown of glory without enduring the sufferings and trials and sorrows that the boon of life would have brought. Instead of crossing the stormy sea of life her little bark by a nearer way has reached the port of immortality. Fond mother and sisters, cease thus to mourn.
"Her life hath left surviving love,
A wealth of records and sweet "feelings given"
From sorrowing hearts the faintness to remove,
By whipers breathing "less of earth than heaven."
True like a beautiful flower, just beginning to blossom, she was cut down, yet
"The budding rose we trusted to see bloom
Is now heaven's own flower."
Then grieve not for your lily flourishing in paradise, beautiful as the morning and fragrant as Lebanon. Raise your tearful eyes to Heaven, and behold there your cherished treasure, your earth angel - glorified - not lost, but only gone before, and forming a new and sweet attraction to those abodes of celestial life and peace, where we may spend with them an eternity of happiness, even forever and ever. And, Oh ! inexpressibly sweet is this boon of eternal life, since it unites us again with those who have "gone before," making us feel no more strangers to the spirit world - for they are thine - our husbands and fathers, our wives and mothers, our children and sisters and brothers. Even now
"There is another name with power endowed,
To cheer and guide us onward as we press:
Another image on the heart bestowed.
To dwell there beautiful in holiness !
Thine, Jimmie, thine ! whose memory from the dead
Shines as the star which to the Saylor led."
Cousin "S. L. C." [Sallie Lou Crowell]
DIED,
Of billous fever, October 2d, 1866, at the residence of her mother in Oswichee, Russell county, Ala., EMMA JAMES, youngest daughter of James A. Whitaker, deceased, aged 13 years.
It has pleased our Heavenly Father in his infinite wisdom to remove from our midst one of earth's brightest gems, our pet and darling, "Jimmie": leaving a desolate void in our heart's tenderest affections. She was a child of many virtues; guileless and innocent, and yet in all her deportment the 'perfect lady'. A devoted daughter and loving sister, to her little foster brother she was 'everything'.
Language is inadequate to portray her many qualities of surpassing excellence of mind and heart; and words can feebly but express the nameless charms and amenity of manners which sprung from the inborn sweetness of temper, shensitive in her organization, ardent in her feelings, whole-souled in her attachments, tender in her sympathies, gentle, amiable and forbearing in her disposition, unostentatious in her piety, her purest feelings and impulses gushed forth in the "ark of love", at home in all their fullness and glory, diffusing a tranqulizing influence over all around her, like the falling of a soft pure light, felt but not heard, and swaying all the magic of her love. Truly can it be said of Jimmie, "None knew her but to love her." How pleasant to us to think that the last act of her life was of kind and thoughtful interest for another - a desire to relieve the tedium of a sick room and administer to the comfort of the suffering. On her was home from this visit to her sick relative, to whom she had carried a delicate breakfast, she was attacked with a chill, and lingering but four days, died, as die the pure and good, with a sweet assurance of a life in Heaven; "that beautiful and lovely place: that pure, good and desirable home where dwell the sanctified hosts of immortal spirits:" as she described it to her friends, "where she said she would breakfast the next morning with father, broter, sister, and loved ones gone before." What a happy greeting there must have been when her sanctified spirit entered the "pearly gates" and joined those who already belonged to the company, who with "harps and voices praise the Lord."
God in His mercy has spared this precious one the fearful and fiery ordeal of human life, which in passing through so many falil to gain the prize set before them, and lose all. To her He has given the prize and the crown of glory without enduring the sufferings and trials and sorrows that the boon of life would have brought. Instead of crossing the stormy sea of life her little bark by a nearer way has reached the port of immortality. Fond mother and sisters, cease thus to mourn.
"Her life hath left surviving love,
A wealth of records and sweet "feelings given"
From sorrowing hearts the faintness to remove,
By whipers breathing "less of earth than heaven."
True like a beautiful flower, just beginning to blossom, she was cut down, yet
"The budding rose we trusted to see bloom
Is now heaven's own flower."
Then grieve not for your lily flourishing in paradise, beautiful as the morning and fragrant as Lebanon. Raise your tearful eyes to Heaven, and behold there your cherished treasure, your earth angel - glorified - not lost, but only gone before, and forming a new and sweet attraction to those abodes of celestial life and peace, where we may spend with them an eternity of happiness, even forever and ever. And, Oh ! inexpressibly sweet is this boon of eternal life, since it unites us again with those who have "gone before," making us feel no more strangers to the spirit world - for they are thine - our husbands and fathers, our wives and mothers, our children and sisters and brothers. Even now
"There is another name with power endowed,
To cheer and guide us onward as we press:
Another image on the heart bestowed.
To dwell there beautiful in holiness !
Thine, Jimmie, thine ! whose memory from the dead
Shines as the star which to the Saylor led."
Cousin "S. L. C." [Sallie Lou Crowell]
OBITUARY (Clipping pasted in Bible of Mary Emma Crowell Whitaker)
DIED,
Of billous fever, October 2d, 1866, at the residence of her mother in Oswichee, Russell county, Ala., EMMA JAMES, youngest daughter of James A. Whitaker, deceased, aged 13 years.
It has pleased our Heavenly Father in his infinite wisdom to remove from our midst one of earth's brightest gems, our pet and darling, "Jimmie": leaving a desolate void in our heart's tenderest affections. She was a child of many virtues; guileless and innocent, and yet in all her deportment the 'perfect lady'. A devoted daughter and loving sister, to her little foster brother she was 'everything'.
Language is inadequate to portray her many qualities of surpassing excellence of mind and heart; and words can feebly but express the nameless charms and amenity of manners which sprung from the inborn sweetness of temper, shensitive in her organization, ardent in her feelings, whole-souled in her attachments, tender in her sympathies, gentle, amiable and forbearing in her disposition, unostentatious in her piety, her purest feelings and impulses gushed forth in the "ark of love", at home in all their fullness and glory, diffusing a tranqulizing influence over all around her, like the falling of a soft pure light, felt but not heard, and swaying all the magic of her love. Truly can it be said of Jimmie, "None knew her but to love her." How pleasant to us to think that the last act of her life was of kind and thoughtful interest for another - a desire to relieve the tedium of a sick room and administer to the comfort of the suffering. On her was home from this visit to her sick relative, to whom she had carried a delicate breakfast, she was attacked with a chill, and lingering but four days, died, as die the pure and good, with a sweet assurance of a life in Heaven; "that beautiful and lovely place: that pure, good and desirable home where dwell the sanctified hosts of immortal spirits:" as she described it to her friends, "where she said she would breakfast the next morning with father, broter, sister, and loved ones gone before." What a happy greeting there must have been when her sanctified spirit entered the "pearly gates" and joined those who already belonged to the company, who with "harps and voices praise the Lord."
God in His mercy has spared this precious one the fearful and fiery ordeal of human life, which in passing through so many falil to gain the prize set before them, and lose all. To her He has given the prize and the crown of glory without enduring the sufferings and trials and sorrows that the boon of life would have brought. Instead of crossing the stormy sea of life her little bark by a nearer way has reached the port of immortality. Fond mother and sisters, cease thus to mourn.
"Her life hath left surviving love,
A wealth of records and sweet "feelings given"
From sorrowing hearts the faintness to remove,
By whipers breathing "less of earth than heaven."
True like a beautiful flower, just beginning to blossom, she was cut down, yet
"The budding rose we trusted to see bloom
Is now heaven's own flower."
Then grieve not for your lily flourishing in paradise, beautiful as the morning and fragrant as Lebanon. Raise your tearful eyes to Heaven, and behold there your cherished treasure, your earth angel - glorified - not lost, but only gone before, and forming a new and sweet attraction to those abodes of celestial life and peace, where we may spend with them an eternity of happiness, even forever and ever. And, Oh ! inexpressibly sweet is this boon of eternal life, since it unites us again with those who have "gone before," making us feel no more strangers to the spirit world - for they are thine - our husbands and fathers, our wives and mothers, our children and sisters and brothers. Even now
"There is another name with power endowed,
To cheer and guide us onward as we press:
Another image on the heart bestowed.
To dwell there beautiful in holiness !
Thine, Jimmie, thine ! whose memory from the dead
Shines as the star which to the Saylor led."
Cousin "S. L. C." [Sallie Lou Crowell]
DIED,
Of billous fever, October 2d, 1866, at the residence of her mother in Oswichee, Russell county, Ala., EMMA JAMES, youngest daughter of James A. Whitaker, deceased, aged 13 years.
It has pleased our Heavenly Father in his infinite wisdom to remove from our midst one of earth's brightest gems, our pet and darling, "Jimmie": leaving a desolate void in our heart's tenderest affections. She was a child of many virtues; guileless and innocent, and yet in all her deportment the 'perfect lady'. A devoted daughter and loving sister, to her little foster brother she was 'everything'.
Language is inadequate to portray her many qualities of surpassing excellence of mind and heart; and words can feebly but express the nameless charms and amenity of manners which sprung from the inborn sweetness of temper, shensitive in her organization, ardent in her feelings, whole-souled in her attachments, tender in her sympathies, gentle, amiable and forbearing in her disposition, unostentatious in her piety, her purest feelings and impulses gushed forth in the "ark of love", at home in all their fullness and glory, diffusing a tranqulizing influence over all around her, like the falling of a soft pure light, felt but not heard, and swaying all the magic of her love. Truly can it be said of Jimmie, "None knew her but to love her." How pleasant to us to think that the last act of her life was of kind and thoughtful interest for another - a desire to relieve the tedium of a sick room and administer to the comfort of the suffering. On her was home from this visit to her sick relative, to whom she had carried a delicate breakfast, she was attacked with a chill, and lingering but four days, died, as die the pure and good, with a sweet assurance of a life in Heaven; "that beautiful and lovely place: that pure, good and desirable home where dwell the sanctified hosts of immortal spirits:" as she described it to her friends, "where she said she would breakfast the next morning with father, broter, sister, and loved ones gone before." What a happy greeting there must have been when her sanctified spirit entered the "pearly gates" and joined those who already belonged to the company, who with "harps and voices praise the Lord."
God in His mercy has spared this precious one the fearful and fiery ordeal of human life, which in passing through so many falil to gain the prize set before them, and lose all. To her He has given the prize and the crown of glory without enduring the sufferings and trials and sorrows that the boon of life would have brought. Instead of crossing the stormy sea of life her little bark by a nearer way has reached the port of immortality. Fond mother and sisters, cease thus to mourn.
"Her life hath left surviving love,
A wealth of records and sweet "feelings given"
From sorrowing hearts the faintness to remove,
By whipers breathing "less of earth than heaven."
True like a beautiful flower, just beginning to blossom, she was cut down, yet
"The budding rose we trusted to see bloom
Is now heaven's own flower."
Then grieve not for your lily flourishing in paradise, beautiful as the morning and fragrant as Lebanon. Raise your tearful eyes to Heaven, and behold there your cherished treasure, your earth angel - glorified - not lost, but only gone before, and forming a new and sweet attraction to those abodes of celestial life and peace, where we may spend with them an eternity of happiness, even forever and ever. And, Oh ! inexpressibly sweet is this boon of eternal life, since it unites us again with those who have "gone before," making us feel no more strangers to the spirit world - for they are thine - our husbands and fathers, our wives and mothers, our children and sisters and brothers. Even now
"There is another name with power endowed,
To cheer and guide us onward as we press:
Another image on the heart bestowed.
To dwell there beautiful in holiness !
Thine, Jimmie, thine ! whose memory from the dead
Shines as the star which to the Saylor led."
Cousin "S. L. C." [Sallie Lou Crowell]
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