In Memoriam.

The angel of death has taken from our midst our beloved friend and neighbor, Mrs. M. B. Pettit.

She was attacked with severe cold, and after an illness of only one short week she calmly and quietly fell asleep Friday, March 29, 1889.

She had been a great sufferer for a number of years with rheumatism, and in her last illness, which took the form of congestion of the lungs, she suffered greatly. But she was a woman who bore pain and suffering with fortitude and uncomplainingly. She was conscious to the last, but never a murmur escaped her lips. Her husband and her faithful servant, who had been with her for more than fifty years, watched over her to the last. All was done that love and human skill could do, but the summons had come and she must go.

Mrs. Pettit (nee Barron, nee Jones), when quite young, married Maj. Thos. G. Barron, near Augusta, and came immediately to this county, two years before the Indians were carried away. Maj. Barron settled the place on which she died in 1837 or 1838, and remained on it till his death, which occurred in 1872. After his death she married B. F. Pettit, late from South Carolina, and with him she remained at the same place till the time of her death.

Mrs. Pettit was a woman who never looked back on the past. Her motto was, “up and be doing.” She had surrounded herself with many comforts and even luxuries of life. She had made her home beautiful and attractive. She loved it, and she loved to stay at home. But if “pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father” is this, to visit the fatherless and the widows in their afflictions and to keep yourself unspotted from the world, Mrs. Pettit was surely a possessor of that religion. The many long and weary days spent in ministering to the wants of the afflicted, the many nights spent beside the bed of the dying, the pain and weariness of body which she felt during those watches, are known alone to God—she never complained. Few people knew, and few suspected, how much of her time was spent in ministrations of mercy, but today, while her husband and friends are mourning her loss, she is receiving her reward in heaven.