From the W. W. Review
"DIED of consumption near Paytonsville, on the 19th inst. Mrs. Mary Giles,
relict of Mr, Josiah Giles, in the 57th year of her age. The deceased had
been for many years a consistent Christian, and religion not only adorned
her character, but cheered her in her pilgrimage through this world which
is so often rendered dark and dreary by clouds of sorrow and storms of
affliction. The Lord in whom she trusted was unto her as a covert from
each storm and a guide through the difficulties which often thickened around
her. Her sickness was long and painful, and from the first she expected it
to terminate her life, but she viewed death with composure and even with
rejoicing and hailed that destroyer, as an angel of deliverance. Those who
were acquainted with her worth and knew her unassuming piety confidently
believed that she has entered into that ³rest whidth remains for the people
of God².
Dear Friend, thou hast left, but tho we must mourn,
That here we¹ll not meet thee again,
Yet too well we love thee, to wish they return,
To these regions of sorrow and pain.
No more in the circles with us thou shall meet
Where thy friendship once gladdened our hearts
But we¹ll follow the star which long guided thy feet.
Til we meet where we never shall part."
From the W. W. Review
"DIED of consumption near Paytonsville, on the 19th inst. Mrs. Mary Giles,
relict of Mr, Josiah Giles, in the 57th year of her age. The deceased had
been for many years a consistent Christian, and religion not only adorned
her character, but cheered her in her pilgrimage through this world which
is so often rendered dark and dreary by clouds of sorrow and storms of
affliction. The Lord in whom she trusted was unto her as a covert from
each storm and a guide through the difficulties which often thickened around
her. Her sickness was long and painful, and from the first she expected it
to terminate her life, but she viewed death with composure and even with
rejoicing and hailed that destroyer, as an angel of deliverance. Those who
were acquainted with her worth and knew her unassuming piety confidently
believed that she has entered into that ³rest whidth remains for the people
of God².
Dear Friend, thou hast left, but tho we must mourn,
That here we¹ll not meet thee again,
Yet too well we love thee, to wish they return,
To these regions of sorrow and pain.
No more in the circles with us thou shall meet
Where thy friendship once gladdened our hearts
But we¹ll follow the star which long guided thy feet.
Til we meet where we never shall part."
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