Waco Daily Examiner, 1882
S),ln., Mar. 19 (4-3): Mrs. Rebekah Douglas, 75, died March 18th at the residence of Mrs. E. S. Edgar. Funeral today at the 2nd St. Presbyterian church; burial at Oakwood Cemetery.
Tue., Mar. 21 (4-4):
Obituary:
Rarely do facts warrant a greater eulogy of the dead than the history of Mrs. Rebecca Douglass, who departed this life in Waco, on Saturday, March 18, 1882, at the residence of her daughter, Mrs. E. S. Edgar, in South Waco.
The deceased was born in Baltimore, Maryland, in 1806, and would have been 76 years old had she lived until the 25th of next month. Her maiden name was Fulton, an honorable one in southern history, her brother having been governor of Arkansas and a United States senator from that state at the time of his death in Washington, D. C., years ago.
When Mrs. Douglass was ten years of age, her family removed from Maryland to Tennessee, and were for many years, residents of Gallatin, Sumner county. When about seventeen years of age, she married Alfred H. Douglass, a worthy and excellent gentleman, and a soldier in the war of 1812. During the last six or seven years she has drawn a pension from the United States government, in recognition of his services in that war. In 1835, death removed the husband with whom she had lived happily and in the full enjoyment of conjugal felicity.
In 1852, she removed to Seguin, Texas, afterwards living in Lockhart and LaGrange, finally settling in Waco. During her long widowhood of forty-seven years, she fondly cherished the memory of the companion of her youth.
Soon after their marriage, she and her husband made profession of religion, and connected with the Presbyterian church. From the time of her entrance on a Christian life, in the different places where she was called, in the providence of God, to live and labor, Mrs. Douglass was “steadfast, unmovable, always abound in the work of the Lord.”
Having removed from western Texas to Waco, she became a member of the Presbyterian church at this place in May, 1867, and from that time till the day of her death, she was one of the most active, useful and exemplary members.
In time she became widely known, not only among the members of that fold, but to the whole people, and there are but few citizens of this city who did not know and venerate “Aunt Rebecca” (as she was generally called) for the genuine goodness of her head and heart.
The overflowing cheerfulness of her manner in her daily intercourse with the large number of both young and old with whom she came in daily association, was a living proof that one might be eminently pious without being gloomy. While her attachment to her own church was ardent and loyal, her large Christian heart glowed with love to the Lord’s people of other denominations, and she had many cherished and devoted friends in all of them.
The unusually large concourse of people that filled the church on the evening of her funeral and then followed her remains to the grave, gave eloquent utterance to the esteem in which she was held in this community, where she had lived so long.
Her end was peace. She wanted to “go home” (for thus she always spoke of dying), and at last, after her vigorous constitution had been slowly undermined by a painful malady of many months duration, the Lord granted her wish. She walked with God in life, and He was with her in the valley of the shadow of death.
For eleven hours she was unconscious, but before the seal was placed on those lips that had so often sung the songs of Zion and told the old, old story of Jesus and his love, she assured the sorrowing ones that watched beside her that her Lord was with her.
On a communion Sabbath, her lifeless form was awaiting its burial, but those that missed her that day from her accustomed place in the earthly sanctuary, felt most perfect assurance that she was in the upper sanctuary, joining in the worship of the redeemed before the throne.
Waco Daily Examiner, 1882
(Provided by T. Bradford Willis)
S),ln., Mar. 19 (4-3): Mrs. Rebekah Douglas, 75, died March 18th at the residence of Mrs. E. S. Edgar. Funeral today at the 2nd St. Presbyterian church; burial at Oakwood Cemetery.
Tue., Mar. 21 (4-4):
Obituary:
Rarely do facts warrant a greater eulogy of the dead than the history of Mrs. Rebecca Douglass, who departed this life in Waco, on Saturday, March 18, 1882, at the residence of her daughter, Mrs. E. S. Edgar, in South Waco.
The deceased was born in Baltimore, Maryland, in 1806, and would have been 76 years old had she lived until the 25th of next month. Her maiden name was Fulton, an honorable one in southern history, her brother having been governor of Arkansas and a United States senator from that state at the time of his death in Washington, D. C., years ago.
When Mrs. Douglass was ten years of age, her family removed from Maryland to Tennessee, and were for many years, residents of Gallatin, Sumner county. When about seventeen years of age, she married Alfred H. Douglass, a worthy and excellent gentleman, and a soldier in the war of 1812. During the last six or seven years she has drawn a pension from the United States government, in recognition of his services in that war. In 1835, death removed the husband with whom she had lived happily and in the full enjoyment of conjugal felicity.
In 1852, she removed to Seguin, Texas, afterwards living in Lockhart and LaGrange, finally settling in Waco. During her long widowhood of forty-seven years, she fondly cherished the memory of the companion of her youth.
Soon after their marriage, she and her husband made profession of religion, and connected with the Presbyterian church. From the time of her entrance on a Christian life, in the different places where she was called, in the providence of God, to live and labor, Mrs. Douglass was “steadfast, unmovable, always abound in the work of the Lord.”
Having removed from western Texas to Waco, she became a member of the Presbyterian church at this place in May, 1867, and from that time till the day of her death, she was one of the most active, useful and exemplary members.
In time she became widely known, not only among the members of that fold, but to the whole people, and there are but few citizens of this city who did not know and venerate “Aunt Rebecca” (as she was generally called) for the genuine goodness of her head and heart.
The overflowing cheerfulness of her manner in her daily intercourse with the large number of both young and old with whom she came in daily association, was a living proof that one might be eminently pious without being gloomy. While her attachment to her own church was ardent and loyal, her large Christian heart glowed with love to the Lord’s people of other denominations, and she had many cherished and devoted friends in all of them.
The unusually large concourse of people that filled the church on the evening of her funeral and then followed her remains to the grave, gave eloquent utterance to the esteem in which she was held in this community, where she had lived so long.
Her end was peace. She wanted to “go home” (for thus she always spoke of dying), and at last, after her vigorous constitution had been slowly undermined by a painful malady of many months duration, the Lord granted her wish. She walked with God in life, and He was with her in the valley of the shadow of death.
For eleven hours she was unconscious, but before the seal was placed on those lips that had so often sung the songs of Zion and told the old, old story of Jesus and his love, she assured the sorrowing ones that watched beside her that her Lord was with her.
On a communion Sabbath, her lifeless form was awaiting its burial, but those that missed her that day from her accustomed place in the earthly sanctuary, felt most perfect assurance that she was in the upper sanctuary, joining in the worship of the redeemed before the throne.
Waco Daily Examiner, 1882
(Provided by T. Bradford Willis)
Waco Daily Examiner, 1882
S),ln., Mar. 19 (4-3): Mrs. Rebekah Douglas, 75, died March 18th at the residence of Mrs. E. S. Edgar. Funeral today at the 2nd St. Presbyterian church; burial at Oakwood Cemetery.
Tue., Mar. 21 (4-4):
Obituary:
Rarely do facts warrant a greater eulogy of the dead than the history of Mrs. Rebecca Douglass, who departed this life in Waco, on Saturday, March 18, 1882, at the residence of her daughter, Mrs. E. S. Edgar, in South Waco.
The deceased was born in Baltimore, Maryland, in 1806, and would have been 76 years old had she lived until the 25th of next month. Her maiden name was Fulton, an honorable one in southern history, her brother having been governor of Arkansas and a United States senator from that state at the time of his death in Washington, D. C., years ago.
When Mrs. Douglass was ten years of age, her family removed from Maryland to Tennessee, and were for many years, residents of Gallatin, Sumner county. When about seventeen years of age, she married Alfred H. Douglass, a worthy and excellent gentleman, and a soldier in the war of 1812. During the last six or seven years she has drawn a pension from the United States government, in recognition of his services in that war. In 1835, death removed the husband with whom she had lived happily and in the full enjoyment of conjugal felicity.
In 1852, she removed to Seguin, Texas, afterwards living in Lockhart and LaGrange, finally settling in Waco. During her long widowhood of forty-seven years, she fondly cherished the memory of the companion of her youth.
Soon after their marriage, she and her husband made profession of religion, and connected with the Presbyterian church. From the time of her entrance on a Christian life, in the different places where she was called, in the providence of God, to live and labor, Mrs. Douglass was “steadfast, unmovable, always abound in the work of the Lord.”
Having removed from western Texas to Waco, she became a member of the Presbyterian church at this place in May, 1867, and from that time till the day of her death, she was one of the most active, useful and exemplary members.
In time she became widely known, not only among the members of that fold, but to the whole people, and there are but few citizens of this city who did not know and venerate “Aunt Rebecca” (as she was generally called) for the genuine goodness of her head and heart.
The overflowing cheerfulness of her manner in her daily intercourse with the large number of both young and old with whom she came in daily association, was a living proof that one might be eminently pious without being gloomy. While her attachment to her own church was ardent and loyal, her large Christian heart glowed with love to the Lord’s people of other denominations, and she had many cherished and devoted friends in all of them.
The unusually large concourse of people that filled the church on the evening of her funeral and then followed her remains to the grave, gave eloquent utterance to the esteem in which she was held in this community, where she had lived so long.
Her end was peace. She wanted to “go home” (for thus she always spoke of dying), and at last, after her vigorous constitution had been slowly undermined by a painful malady of many months duration, the Lord granted her wish. She walked with God in life, and He was with her in the valley of the shadow of death.
For eleven hours she was unconscious, but before the seal was placed on those lips that had so often sung the songs of Zion and told the old, old story of Jesus and his love, she assured the sorrowing ones that watched beside her that her Lord was with her.
On a communion Sabbath, her lifeless form was awaiting its burial, but those that missed her that day from her accustomed place in the earthly sanctuary, felt most perfect assurance that she was in the upper sanctuary, joining in the worship of the redeemed before the throne.
Waco Daily Examiner, 1882
(Provided by T. Bradford Willis)
S),ln., Mar. 19 (4-3): Mrs. Rebekah Douglas, 75, died March 18th at the residence of Mrs. E. S. Edgar. Funeral today at the 2nd St. Presbyterian church; burial at Oakwood Cemetery.
Tue., Mar. 21 (4-4):
Obituary:
Rarely do facts warrant a greater eulogy of the dead than the history of Mrs. Rebecca Douglass, who departed this life in Waco, on Saturday, March 18, 1882, at the residence of her daughter, Mrs. E. S. Edgar, in South Waco.
The deceased was born in Baltimore, Maryland, in 1806, and would have been 76 years old had she lived until the 25th of next month. Her maiden name was Fulton, an honorable one in southern history, her brother having been governor of Arkansas and a United States senator from that state at the time of his death in Washington, D. C., years ago.
When Mrs. Douglass was ten years of age, her family removed from Maryland to Tennessee, and were for many years, residents of Gallatin, Sumner county. When about seventeen years of age, she married Alfred H. Douglass, a worthy and excellent gentleman, and a soldier in the war of 1812. During the last six or seven years she has drawn a pension from the United States government, in recognition of his services in that war. In 1835, death removed the husband with whom she had lived happily and in the full enjoyment of conjugal felicity.
In 1852, she removed to Seguin, Texas, afterwards living in Lockhart and LaGrange, finally settling in Waco. During her long widowhood of forty-seven years, she fondly cherished the memory of the companion of her youth.
Soon after their marriage, she and her husband made profession of religion, and connected with the Presbyterian church. From the time of her entrance on a Christian life, in the different places where she was called, in the providence of God, to live and labor, Mrs. Douglass was “steadfast, unmovable, always abound in the work of the Lord.”
Having removed from western Texas to Waco, she became a member of the Presbyterian church at this place in May, 1867, and from that time till the day of her death, she was one of the most active, useful and exemplary members.
In time she became widely known, not only among the members of that fold, but to the whole people, and there are but few citizens of this city who did not know and venerate “Aunt Rebecca” (as she was generally called) for the genuine goodness of her head and heart.
The overflowing cheerfulness of her manner in her daily intercourse with the large number of both young and old with whom she came in daily association, was a living proof that one might be eminently pious without being gloomy. While her attachment to her own church was ardent and loyal, her large Christian heart glowed with love to the Lord’s people of other denominations, and she had many cherished and devoted friends in all of them.
The unusually large concourse of people that filled the church on the evening of her funeral and then followed her remains to the grave, gave eloquent utterance to the esteem in which she was held in this community, where she had lived so long.
Her end was peace. She wanted to “go home” (for thus she always spoke of dying), and at last, after her vigorous constitution had been slowly undermined by a painful malady of many months duration, the Lord granted her wish. She walked with God in life, and He was with her in the valley of the shadow of death.
For eleven hours she was unconscious, but before the seal was placed on those lips that had so often sung the songs of Zion and told the old, old story of Jesus and his love, she assured the sorrowing ones that watched beside her that her Lord was with her.
On a communion Sabbath, her lifeless form was awaiting its burial, but those that missed her that day from her accustomed place in the earthly sanctuary, felt most perfect assurance that she was in the upper sanctuary, joining in the worship of the redeemed before the throne.
Waco Daily Examiner, 1882
(Provided by T. Bradford Willis)
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