Miss Sallie Lewis Dead.
Miss Sallie Lewis died at the home of her mother in Seale Saturday night at about 10 o'clock. The funeral took place from the residence of Mrs. A. M. Lewis, mother of the deceased, Monday morning at 9:30. Rev. S. W. Roberts conducting the ceremony. The remains were borne direct from the home to the cemetery and deposited in their last earthly abode. Besides her mother the deceased leaves to mourn her death a brother and two sisters — Mr. L. J. Lewis, and Mrs. S. H. Pitts, of Seale, and Mrs. Hattie Bowen, of Cleveland, Ohio.
Miss Sallie Lewis was about fifty years of age and it is safe to say that few people have ever suffered so much during that allotment of days. Her life was one long battle with bodily ills, and the manner of her living makes the record of a life as beautiful as any that ever closed on earth. Always bright and cheerful and hopeful and happy, her presence brimmed with sunshine that brightened all her pathway and gave a glow of radiance to the cross she so patiently bore.
During all her years of suffering even when her affliction was sorest, her patient spirit never rebelled, her steadfast faith never declined.
She loved nature with the passion of a poetic temperament, and being rarely endowed of mind, she would sometimes use her impressions of its sounds or scenes to weave a romance or make a tender scrap of verse. On one occasion she sent one of her little romances to a northern publisher without any request to publish it or pay for it. A few days later came a letter enclosing a check and bringing the congratulatory compliments of the publisher. It is marvelous how such infirmity of body could be accompanied by such vigor of mind and such valor of heart. Her undaunted spirit simply rose conqueror over the ills of the flesh, and she has left an example of patience and fortitude and resignation and faith excelled by no martyr whose blood ever watered the church.
The weary strain is over now and, free from anguish, she rests in dreamless and painless sleep. For many years she has stood by the shore of the Unknown Sea and listened to its manifold voices and heard its surges breaking on the farther coast. She has gone, if any go, beyond the dark wave to the shore of eternal sun and bloom and song where through the melody of life throbs no more the note of pain."
Miss Sallie Lewis Dead.
Miss Sallie Lewis died at the home of her mother in Seale Saturday night at about 10 o'clock. The funeral took place from the residence of Mrs. A. M. Lewis, mother of the deceased, Monday morning at 9:30. Rev. S. W. Roberts conducting the ceremony. The remains were borne direct from the home to the cemetery and deposited in their last earthly abode. Besides her mother the deceased leaves to mourn her death a brother and two sisters — Mr. L. J. Lewis, and Mrs. S. H. Pitts, of Seale, and Mrs. Hattie Bowen, of Cleveland, Ohio.
Miss Sallie Lewis was about fifty years of age and it is safe to say that few people have ever suffered so much during that allotment of days. Her life was one long battle with bodily ills, and the manner of her living makes the record of a life as beautiful as any that ever closed on earth. Always bright and cheerful and hopeful and happy, her presence brimmed with sunshine that brightened all her pathway and gave a glow of radiance to the cross she so patiently bore.
During all her years of suffering even when her affliction was sorest, her patient spirit never rebelled, her steadfast faith never declined.
She loved nature with the passion of a poetic temperament, and being rarely endowed of mind, she would sometimes use her impressions of its sounds or scenes to weave a romance or make a tender scrap of verse. On one occasion she sent one of her little romances to a northern publisher without any request to publish it or pay for it. A few days later came a letter enclosing a check and bringing the congratulatory compliments of the publisher. It is marvelous how such infirmity of body could be accompanied by such vigor of mind and such valor of heart. Her undaunted spirit simply rose conqueror over the ills of the flesh, and she has left an example of patience and fortitude and resignation and faith excelled by no martyr whose blood ever watered the church.
The weary strain is over now and, free from anguish, she rests in dreamless and painless sleep. For many years she has stood by the shore of the Unknown Sea and listened to its manifold voices and heard its surges breaking on the farther coast. She has gone, if any go, beyond the dark wave to the shore of eternal sun and bloom and song where through the melody of life throbs no more the note of pain."
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