(Jackson herald. (Jefferson, Jackson County, Ga.) 1881-current, March 18, 1898, Image 2)
---------MEMORIAL---------
Mrs. Mary M. Adair was born October 10th, 1812, and died January 31st, 1898, at the advanced age of eithy-five years, three months and twenty-one days. Her maiden name was Palmer--was born in Jackson county, Georgia, where she resided all her life. SHe was married to Wm M. Adair in the year 1828--to them were born three children, one son and two daughters---the son preceeded her to the spirit world just fifty-four years, dying January the 31st, 1844, the husband and father following in AUgust of the same year, leaving the feeble wife and mother with the two daughters. SHe was converted in early life, and gave her heart entirely to God and her service to making the world better. SHe at once united with the Methodist church, and there remained until after her marriage; her husband being a staunch Presbyterian, she went with him to that church, and there she remained until death. She was a woman of sorrow, and acquainted with grief, having lost her husband in early life, and left to fight the fearful battle with adversity, and maintain two small children, she felt utterly cast down.
ANd as she was spending a sleepless night, tossing on her bed with anguish, the thought struck her that she would get up and search that precious old book, the Bible, and see if she could not find comfort in it for her distress, and as she opened the sacred old volume that first passage that struck her vision, was, "I have been young and ow am old, yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken for his seed begging bread--Psalms 37-25.
And her loving heart at once grasped the truth of the word, and she closed the book comforted and went to bed and slept sweetly all night, and this was her watch work; ever after she lived by it, and gloriously died by it.
Aunt Polly, as she was familiarly known, was possessed with a character that bore many striking resemblances to that of the Lowly Nazarine. Her words of comfort and sympathy to the bereaved or distressed will long be remembered. The poor will miss her benevolent hand, for none ever went to her in want and went away empty. Her family and the community have sustained a very great loss, but glory to God in the highest, our loss is her eternal gain, for she had fought a good fight, had kept the faith, and there was, therefore, laid up for her a crown of righteousness which he righteous judge has given.
How blest the righteous he dies,
When sinks a weary soul to rest;
How mildly beams the closing eyes,
How gently leaves the expiring breast.
Life's duty done as sinks the clay,
Light from it's load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say,
How blest the righteous when he dies.
A. B. M
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Oh Jan. 31, "Aunt" Polly Adair, than whom there was not a more devoted Christian on earth. passed away at her quiet, sweet home . Her life was long and useful, She was born Oct. 10, 1812, and from the earliest years of her childhood to far beyond her three score years and ten, her life, ever developing in those tender graces which make mortals more like the divine, was always
"A radiant beam of sunshine,
A lily pure and fair,
A jewel bright and precious,
And a blessing everywhere."
We would bring in the few words we now write, love's chaplet of praise for her noble brow (for in memory she still lives, and is not dead) who passed through generation after generation as truth's noblest expression of modest virtuous womanhood, and as faith's best exposition on the worth of a spotless life. We would plant gratitude's sweetest flowers on the grave where she sleeps, who, in the days gone, took me into her own arms, kissed from my forehead its childish care, and led me smiling into sleep, when my own precious mother had kissed me for the last time, and had gone to a mother's peaceful rest. We could speak words of comfort and send a message of praise to those who daily see the empty chair and miss the dear one gone.
The motto of her life was love to God and peace with all mankind. Never in all y life have I heard one single word spoke of her that did not breathe a spirit of commendation and love. A tear on an Angel's cheek could not be purer than the exalted purpose which actuated her, in her every word and deed.
Let those who knew her, read Prov, chapter thirty-one from the tenth verse through the thirty-first, and they will see how beautifully words written by inspiration a thousand years before Christ describe one whom they have known, honored and loved.
To perpetuate the memory of other names, great mouments have been erected, but let this noble mother of Israel have one, for her deeds are registered, "In the rolls of Heaven, Where they will live a theme for angels, Where they celebrate the womanly virtues, Which forgetful has witnessed.
J. J. Bennett.
---------MEMORIAL---------
Mrs. Mary M. Adair was born October 10th, 1812, and died January 31st, 1898, at the advanced age of eithy-five years, three months and twenty-one days. Her maiden name was Palmer--was born in Jackson county, Georgia, where she resided all her life. SHe was married to Wm M. Adair in the year 1828--to them were born three children, one son and two daughters---the son preceeded her to the spirit world just fifty-four years, dying January the 31st, 1844, the husband and father following in AUgust of the same year, leaving the feeble wife and mother with the two daughters. SHe was converted in early life, and gave her heart entirely to God and her service to making the world better. SHe at once united with the Methodist church, and there remained until after her marriage; her husband being a staunch Presbyterian, she went with him to that church, and there she remained until death. She was a woman of sorrow, and acquainted with grief, having lost her husband in early life, and left to fight the fearful battle with adversity, and maintain two small children, she felt utterly cast down.
ANd as she was spending a sleepless night, tossing on her bed with anguish, the thought struck her that she would get up and search that precious old book, the Bible, and see if she could not find comfort in it for her distress, and as she opened the sacred old volume that first passage that struck her vision, was, "I have been young and ow am old, yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken for his seed begging bread--Psalms 37-25.
And her loving heart at once grasped the truth of the word, and she closed the book comforted and went to bed and slept sweetly all night, and this was her watch work; ever after she lived by it, and gloriously died by it.
Aunt Polly, as she was familiarly known, was possessed with a character that bore many striking resemblances to that of the Lowly Nazarine. Her words of comfort and sympathy to the bereaved or distressed will long be remembered. The poor will miss her benevolent hand, for none ever went to her in want and went away empty. Her family and the community have sustained a very great loss, but glory to God in the highest, our loss is her eternal gain, for she had fought a good fight, had kept the faith, and there was, therefore, laid up for her a crown of righteousness which he righteous judge has given.
How blest the righteous he dies,
When sinks a weary soul to rest;
How mildly beams the closing eyes,
How gently leaves the expiring breast.
Life's duty done as sinks the clay,
Light from it's load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say,
How blest the righteous when he dies.
A. B. M
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Oh Jan. 31, "Aunt" Polly Adair, than whom there was not a more devoted Christian on earth. passed away at her quiet, sweet home . Her life was long and useful, She was born Oct. 10, 1812, and from the earliest years of her childhood to far beyond her three score years and ten, her life, ever developing in those tender graces which make mortals more like the divine, was always
"A radiant beam of sunshine,
A lily pure and fair,
A jewel bright and precious,
And a blessing everywhere."
We would bring in the few words we now write, love's chaplet of praise for her noble brow (for in memory she still lives, and is not dead) who passed through generation after generation as truth's noblest expression of modest virtuous womanhood, and as faith's best exposition on the worth of a spotless life. We would plant gratitude's sweetest flowers on the grave where she sleeps, who, in the days gone, took me into her own arms, kissed from my forehead its childish care, and led me smiling into sleep, when my own precious mother had kissed me for the last time, and had gone to a mother's peaceful rest. We could speak words of comfort and send a message of praise to those who daily see the empty chair and miss the dear one gone.
The motto of her life was love to God and peace with all mankind. Never in all y life have I heard one single word spoke of her that did not breathe a spirit of commendation and love. A tear on an Angel's cheek could not be purer than the exalted purpose which actuated her, in her every word and deed.
Let those who knew her, read Prov, chapter thirty-one from the tenth verse through the thirty-first, and they will see how beautifully words written by inspiration a thousand years before Christ describe one whom they have known, honored and loved.
To perpetuate the memory of other names, great mouments have been erected, but let this noble mother of Israel have one, for her deeds are registered, "In the rolls of Heaven, Where they will live a theme for angels, Where they celebrate the womanly virtues, Which forgetful has witnessed.
J. J. Bennett.
(Jackson herald. (Jefferson, Jackson County, Ga.) 1881-current, March 18, 1898, Image 2)
---------MEMORIAL---------
Mrs. Mary M. Adair was born October 10th, 1812, and died January 31st, 1898, at the advanced age of eithy-five years, three months and twenty-one days. Her maiden name was Palmer--was born in Jackson county, Georgia, where she resided all her life. SHe was married to Wm M. Adair in the year 1828--to them were born three children, one son and two daughters---the son preceeded her to the spirit world just fifty-four years, dying January the 31st, 1844, the husband and father following in AUgust of the same year, leaving the feeble wife and mother with the two daughters. SHe was converted in early life, and gave her heart entirely to God and her service to making the world better. SHe at once united with the Methodist church, and there remained until after her marriage; her husband being a staunch Presbyterian, she went with him to that church, and there she remained until death. She was a woman of sorrow, and acquainted with grief, having lost her husband in early life, and left to fight the fearful battle with adversity, and maintain two small children, she felt utterly cast down.
ANd as she was spending a sleepless night, tossing on her bed with anguish, the thought struck her that she would get up and search that precious old book, the Bible, and see if she could not find comfort in it for her distress, and as she opened the sacred old volume that first passage that struck her vision, was, "I have been young and ow am old, yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken for his seed begging bread--Psalms 37-25.
And her loving heart at once grasped the truth of the word, and she closed the book comforted and went to bed and slept sweetly all night, and this was her watch work; ever after she lived by it, and gloriously died by it.
Aunt Polly, as she was familiarly known, was possessed with a character that bore many striking resemblances to that of the Lowly Nazarine. Her words of comfort and sympathy to the bereaved or distressed will long be remembered. The poor will miss her benevolent hand, for none ever went to her in want and went away empty. Her family and the community have sustained a very great loss, but glory to God in the highest, our loss is her eternal gain, for she had fought a good fight, had kept the faith, and there was, therefore, laid up for her a crown of righteousness which he righteous judge has given.
How blest the righteous he dies,
When sinks a weary soul to rest;
How mildly beams the closing eyes,
How gently leaves the expiring breast.
Life's duty done as sinks the clay,
Light from it's load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say,
How blest the righteous when he dies.
A. B. M
-----------------------------------
Oh Jan. 31, "Aunt" Polly Adair, than whom there was not a more devoted Christian on earth. passed away at her quiet, sweet home . Her life was long and useful, She was born Oct. 10, 1812, and from the earliest years of her childhood to far beyond her three score years and ten, her life, ever developing in those tender graces which make mortals more like the divine, was always
"A radiant beam of sunshine,
A lily pure and fair,
A jewel bright and precious,
And a blessing everywhere."
We would bring in the few words we now write, love's chaplet of praise for her noble brow (for in memory she still lives, and is not dead) who passed through generation after generation as truth's noblest expression of modest virtuous womanhood, and as faith's best exposition on the worth of a spotless life. We would plant gratitude's sweetest flowers on the grave where she sleeps, who, in the days gone, took me into her own arms, kissed from my forehead its childish care, and led me smiling into sleep, when my own precious mother had kissed me for the last time, and had gone to a mother's peaceful rest. We could speak words of comfort and send a message of praise to those who daily see the empty chair and miss the dear one gone.
The motto of her life was love to God and peace with all mankind. Never in all y life have I heard one single word spoke of her that did not breathe a spirit of commendation and love. A tear on an Angel's cheek could not be purer than the exalted purpose which actuated her, in her every word and deed.
Let those who knew her, read Prov, chapter thirty-one from the tenth verse through the thirty-first, and they will see how beautifully words written by inspiration a thousand years before Christ describe one whom they have known, honored and loved.
To perpetuate the memory of other names, great mouments have been erected, but let this noble mother of Israel have one, for her deeds are registered, "In the rolls of Heaven, Where they will live a theme for angels, Where they celebrate the womanly virtues, Which forgetful has witnessed.
J. J. Bennett.
---------MEMORIAL---------
Mrs. Mary M. Adair was born October 10th, 1812, and died January 31st, 1898, at the advanced age of eithy-five years, three months and twenty-one days. Her maiden name was Palmer--was born in Jackson county, Georgia, where she resided all her life. SHe was married to Wm M. Adair in the year 1828--to them were born three children, one son and two daughters---the son preceeded her to the spirit world just fifty-four years, dying January the 31st, 1844, the husband and father following in AUgust of the same year, leaving the feeble wife and mother with the two daughters. SHe was converted in early life, and gave her heart entirely to God and her service to making the world better. SHe at once united with the Methodist church, and there remained until after her marriage; her husband being a staunch Presbyterian, she went with him to that church, and there she remained until death. She was a woman of sorrow, and acquainted with grief, having lost her husband in early life, and left to fight the fearful battle with adversity, and maintain two small children, she felt utterly cast down.
ANd as she was spending a sleepless night, tossing on her bed with anguish, the thought struck her that she would get up and search that precious old book, the Bible, and see if she could not find comfort in it for her distress, and as she opened the sacred old volume that first passage that struck her vision, was, "I have been young and ow am old, yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken for his seed begging bread--Psalms 37-25.
And her loving heart at once grasped the truth of the word, and she closed the book comforted and went to bed and slept sweetly all night, and this was her watch work; ever after she lived by it, and gloriously died by it.
Aunt Polly, as she was familiarly known, was possessed with a character that bore many striking resemblances to that of the Lowly Nazarine. Her words of comfort and sympathy to the bereaved or distressed will long be remembered. The poor will miss her benevolent hand, for none ever went to her in want and went away empty. Her family and the community have sustained a very great loss, but glory to God in the highest, our loss is her eternal gain, for she had fought a good fight, had kept the faith, and there was, therefore, laid up for her a crown of righteousness which he righteous judge has given.
How blest the righteous he dies,
When sinks a weary soul to rest;
How mildly beams the closing eyes,
How gently leaves the expiring breast.
Life's duty done as sinks the clay,
Light from it's load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say,
How blest the righteous when he dies.
A. B. M
-----------------------------------
Oh Jan. 31, "Aunt" Polly Adair, than whom there was not a more devoted Christian on earth. passed away at her quiet, sweet home . Her life was long and useful, She was born Oct. 10, 1812, and from the earliest years of her childhood to far beyond her three score years and ten, her life, ever developing in those tender graces which make mortals more like the divine, was always
"A radiant beam of sunshine,
A lily pure and fair,
A jewel bright and precious,
And a blessing everywhere."
We would bring in the few words we now write, love's chaplet of praise for her noble brow (for in memory she still lives, and is not dead) who passed through generation after generation as truth's noblest expression of modest virtuous womanhood, and as faith's best exposition on the worth of a spotless life. We would plant gratitude's sweetest flowers on the grave where she sleeps, who, in the days gone, took me into her own arms, kissed from my forehead its childish care, and led me smiling into sleep, when my own precious mother had kissed me for the last time, and had gone to a mother's peaceful rest. We could speak words of comfort and send a message of praise to those who daily see the empty chair and miss the dear one gone.
The motto of her life was love to God and peace with all mankind. Never in all y life have I heard one single word spoke of her that did not breathe a spirit of commendation and love. A tear on an Angel's cheek could not be purer than the exalted purpose which actuated her, in her every word and deed.
Let those who knew her, read Prov, chapter thirty-one from the tenth verse through the thirty-first, and they will see how beautifully words written by inspiration a thousand years before Christ describe one whom they have known, honored and loved.
To perpetuate the memory of other names, great mouments have been erected, but let this noble mother of Israel have one, for her deeds are registered, "In the rolls of Heaven, Where they will live a theme for angels, Where they celebrate the womanly virtues, Which forgetful has witnessed.
J. J. Bennett.
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