Death of Mrs. Chas. A. Moon.

Mrs. Hattie A. Moon, wife of Mr. Chas. A. Moon died last Tuesday morning at 8 o’clock, at her late residence on Main street, after a brief illness.  The deceased was a noble woman, combining in her nature, all the admirable traits of the beautiful Christian life.  She was the model young wife, true and thoughtful in her devotion, loyal and constant in her affections; as a mother, gentle and loving.

The funeral took place at the Methodist church at 10 o’clock yesterday morning, Rev. B. E. L. Timmons officiating.  The remains were interred at Oak Hill cemetery.

A more extended notice will appear in next week’s issue.

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September 22, 1887
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Mrs. Hattie Moon – A Memorial.

Mrs. Hattie Goodwin Moon, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Wm. L. Goodwin, was born August 19, 1859, in Marietta, Ga., and died September 6, 1887, in Cartersville, Ga.  She was married in Huntsville, Ala., November 25, 1880 to Chas. A. Moon, with whom she lived in happy wedlock until her death.  Four children were given her, two of whom preceded her to the realms of light.  She was soundly converted and joined the Methodist Church in Cartersville in 1876, since which time her life has been ‘hid with Christ in God.”  As a child she was sympathetic and gentle; as a maiden, gracious and attractive; as a wife, loyal and true; as a mother, patient and devoted.  And in all the relations of life, she exhibited each of these ennobling virtues.

It was my good fortune to know her from early childhood. There was barely [line obscured by fold] was my first school-mate, and for several of youth’s sweet halcyon years, my nearest neighbor.  She was married to my desk-mate at school, and taught a class in the Sunday-School of which I was superintendent.

I knew her well, and such was the friendship between us that, to the end of her short but well-spent life, we addressed each other by our Christian names.  It is, therefore, a melancholy pleasure to me to pay this tribute to the serene sweetness of her heart and life.  Rarely was more of gentleness, of purity, of patient tenderness, commingled in one person.  As I recall so many incidents in her life, I cannot remember a single moment of ruffled temper.  Never have I known a woman of more unbroken placidity.  This is rare praise, but it is richly merited.  The buffetings of adversity, the torturing cares of affliction, the pangs of bereavement, corrode many a heart, but hers retained its serenity to the end.

She was an unusually pious woman.  In the Sunday school, she felt a concern for the spiritual welfare of her scholars.  She was faithful to this trust. In her own home she was accustomed to offer the morning and evening sacrifice on the family altar. A personal experience of religion was hers, and Christ was to her a present Savior.

“Whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth.”  And so His chastening fell on her.  The death of two children, the continued illness of her husband, divers cares and distresses, came upon her, but through it all she leaned on the arm of God and came out “more than conqueror.”

In the midst of this gloom, light broke in upon her.  After two weeks’ illness of gastric fever, she fell asleep.  Men call it death.  But I cannot think of it so.  To me the beloved of God never die!  The grave is not their home. They live forever with the Lord.

Ah, what consolation is this!  May it fall gently as the dews of Hermon on the bruised hearts of her loved ones.  One of these days God shall wipe away our tears.  We shall see and clasp to our hearts again those sweet forms whose partings grieved us sore.  In hope of that bright morn, at whose approach the shades of night forever flee, we lift our faces toward the hill of God, and say, “It is the Lord; let Him do what seemeth Him good.”  Blessed be His name, forever and ever!

John W. Akin