Death of Fannie E. Jones

 
The Courant American Newspaper
Cartersville, Georgia

February 10, 1887 Page 2

 
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Death of Fannie E. Jones.

Died, at her residence on Sunday, February 6th, at 8:30 p. m., Mrs. Fannie E. Jones, the wife of Rev. Jos. J. Jones, aged 41 years. The interment took place at the Benham family burying ground, Bartow county, on the evening of the 7th instant.

As one wearied by a day of toil, of conscious good for others, falls into gentle slumber when the night time comes, so this gentle hearted, sweet spirited wife and mother glided peacefully and calmly from this finite dream of life into the limitless realization of life eternal. “We can understand death for the first time,” wrote Madam de Stael, “When he puts his hand upon one whom we love.” Surely then the cherished ones so near and so dear to this lovely woman have been taught by their agonized hearts in the crushing blow that has befallen them, the full and terrible force and import of death.

The deceased was a lady of rare and exceptional character, a sweet devoted wife, a tender, fond and loving mother, every earthly interest, hope and aspiration was centered in her husband and children. The constellation of her attributes shed a glory over her household. She was the central sun of that household from which its members drew inspiration, joy and hope. Her pleasures were in the happiness of her family. Her self renunciation for the good of others was a distinguishing characteristic. Her faith in God and His promises was beautifully consistent with her whole life. She believed with all the force and strength of her reason and being in the infinite truths of God as enunciated by Christ. Her faith had its foundation as deep as the depths of her grand Christian character, and she believed that though “the hills may turn to dust and the seas be drunk dry by south minds yet His word shall stand because it is the Truth.” It may be said of her, if it cannot be said of anyone else, that she as a mother was a loving proxy for God, for as the old Rabbis so beautifully said, “Because God could not be everywhere he made mothers.” Her love and care and sympathy for the ones so near her heart crystallized into an unequalled devotion. Just as the sun was mingling his light with the shadows of departing day the precious remains of this true woman were consigned to mother earth, and the bowed heads and bruised hearts of sad and weeping relatives and friends, who stood by the yawning grave attested the nobility and the worth of the loved one gone. It was a sad sight, yet sweetly sad, the bereft husband and cherished children, wifeless and motherless. Standing and kneeling by, with tear bedimmed eyes and hearts wrung with agony, and yet rising superior to the sorrow which encompassed them was the glorious consciousness that “listening love indeed heard the rustle of a wing.” And as the grand old patriarch in the service of God, with tremulous head and swaying form pointed to the virtues and lovely traits of character of the deceased, whom he had known from infancy, there was not one in all the concourse of friends who heard him, but said in their hearts, truly this was a life to live and this a death to die. Her faith indeed had built a bridge across the gulf of death.

Mrs. Jones was born in Lawrence, S. C., and was the daughter of Major John D. Wright, a prominent man in his state, and a patriot who laid down his life for the cause of the Confederacy. Her mother was the daughter of Major Willis Benham, and sister of Dr. W. I. Benham, of this county. When the deceased was but an infant her mother died and from that time until her marriage in 1866 she was in the tender and loving care of her grandfather. At an early age she joined the Presbyterian church, the church of her father and mother and the church of her choice. It was through her sweet counsel, earnest, loving advice and yearning prayers that her husband was brought to the knowledge of Christian truths and the true worship and service of God. This devoted mother left six children, who of a truth mourn her loss –three of these are very young, but, as Richter says so comfortingly, “The smallest children are nearest God, as the smallest planets are nearest the sun,” let us have faith to believe that God will keep all of them under the Almighty shelter and covert of his love. Death with this sweet woman was but the clearing up shower of life, behind and through the scattering clouds of which irradiated the serenity and glory of heaven. --- F. J. T.

 

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