Death of Mrs. W. R. Mountcastle.

The community was much surprised to learn of the death of this quiet and estimable lady on Monday afternoon, she having expired a few minutes after twelve.  She had been sick only since Thursday morning.  She was about 53 years old, was a member of the M. E. Church, South, for 35 years.  Her remains were followed to the grave on Tuesday by a large concourse of people, and Rev. Mr. Jarrell was the officiating clergyman at the funeral.  Mrs. Mountcastle was a very quiet person and was beloved by all who knew her.  We deeply sympathize with her bereaved husband and children.

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June 1, 1876
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OBITUARY.
A Tender Tribute to the Memory of Mrs. Mountcastle.

Mrs. W. R. Mountcastle was born in Mecklenburg county, Va., on the 5th day of December, 1822, and died at her home in Cartersville, Georgia, May, 1876, aged 53 years.

“She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.”  The writer of this tribute to the memory of Mrs. Mountcastle could find no fitter words to describe the life and character of this most excellent lady and devoted wife and mother.  For 35 years she was a consistent member of the Methodist church; and in all her relations as wife and mother and friend she was deserving the esteem of those who knew her and loved her.  Her home was her delight; her husband and children the objects of her solicitude and energies, yet she accomplished much good outside the home circle.  At the bedside of the sick and suffering her gentle hand and tender care were always offered, and bereaved and sorrowing hearts could rely upon her for words of sympathy and consolation.

But she is gone—gone from her husband’s side—gone from world of care and anxiety to that other shore, over there,
“Where sorrow’s tears no more are shed,
No more the ills of life molest.”

The silver threads are smoothed from the brow, the gentle eyes are closed, the useful hands are folded over the pulseless heart, and there is one more vacant chair.  Not without hope do we mourn, for well we know she has gone to reap the reward of a well-spent life.

May God in His mercy enable the bereaved family to receive this dispensation of His Providence with submission and resignation and may He bring peace to their sorrowing hearts,
“Thou art gone to the grave,
But we will not deplore thee;
Though sorrows and darkness
Encompass the tomb,
The Savior has passed thro’
Its portals before thee;
And the lamps of his love
Is thy guide through its gloom.”

A Friend.