The stone photo is on the family memorial monument in Mount Olivet Cemetery in Nashville TN
Death Notice Fron The Whig 20 May 1843
May 20, 1843
Died at Hunter’s Hill, Davidson county, Tennessee on Saturday morning at two o’clock the 13th of May, 1843, in the 19th year of her age, Miss Mary I. Donelson, only daughter of the late Captain John Donelson of Alabama and Mrs. Eliza E. Donelson. The untimely death of this interesting young lady, though deeply afflictive to a devoted mother and her other relatives and friends, is nevertheless connected with consolatory reflections. We fondly hope and believe that she was prepared to go. Although death approached under the insidious guise of consumption and urged his way with rapid footsteps, yet she was not dismayed at his coming. She had been faithfully instructed by the beloved Mr. Sloss, her Pastor in Florence, Alabama and had thought on the subject of religion and cherished a hope of salvation when very young. This sustained her in the trying hour. When informed some two weeks before her death that she could not recover, she meekly yielded to the will of Heaven and instantly called to her bedside her mother and others who were in the house and spoke to them individually, exhorting them earnestly to prepare to meet her in Heaven. The sweet serenity of her mind and her words of pathetic exhortation will not soon be forgotten. She had many indearments to life - born to a princely fortune, in the bosom of a large and influential connection, possessing sweetness of disposition, condescending manners, personal attractions, high intellectual and moral cultivation and being in the bloom of youth, she appeared to have a long bright day before her. But suddenly her sky is overcast. A dark and impenetrable cloud hangs over her prospects. She must leave all and enter on a new and untried scene! Alas, says the child of pleasure, what a pity that one so interesting and so necessary to the happiness of the domestic circle should be so suddenly torn from a mother’s arms and from the enjoyment of the ten thousand delights that presented themselves to her! How sad the change! How mournful the result! Not so. Look again and you shall see on that dark and impenetrable cloud the rainbow of promise and of hope, painted in bright and glowing colors. “Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, from henceforth. In my Father’s house are many mansions. I go to prepare a place for you. I will come again and receive you to myself.” Confiding in this promise, Mary could, amid the sufferings of the death struggle, pray in hope, “come, oh come Lord and receive me to thyself.” And at her time, she could say to one who stood by her dying pillow. I think of Jesus and I am happy. She sleeps in Jesus. “Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breath my life out sweetly there. K
Death Notice Fron The Whig 20 May 1843
May 20, 1843
Died at Hunter’s Hill, Davidson county, Tennessee on Saturday morning at two o’clock the 13th of May, 1843, in the 19th year of her age, Miss Mary I. Donelson, only daughter of the late Captain John Donelson of Alabama and Mrs. Eliza E. Donelson. The untimely death of this interesting young lady, though deeply afflictive to a devoted mother and her other relatives and friends, is nevertheless connected with consolatory reflections. We fondly hope and believe that she was prepared to go. Although death approached under the insidious guise of consumption and urged his way with rapid footsteps, yet she was not dismayed at his coming. She had been faithfully instructed by the beloved Mr. Sloss, her Pastor in Florence, Alabama and had thought on the subject of religion and cherished a hope of salvation when very young. This sustained her in the trying hour. When informed some two weeks before her death that she could not recover, she meekly yielded to the will of Heaven and instantly called to her bedside her mother and others who were in the house and spoke to them individually, exhorting them earnestly to prepare to meet her in Heaven. The sweet serenity of her mind and her words of pathetic exhortation will not soon be forgotten. She had many indearments to life - born to a princely fortune, in the bosom of a large and influential connection, possessing sweetness of disposition, condescending manners, personal attractions, high intellectual and moral cultivation and being in the bloom of youth, she appeared to have a long bright day before her. But suddenly her sky is overcast. A dark and impenetrable cloud hangs over her prospects. She must leave all and enter on a new and untried scene! Alas, says the child of pleasure, what a pity that one so interesting and so necessary to the happiness of the domestic circle should be so suddenly torn from a mother’s arms and from the enjoyment of the ten thousand delights that presented themselves to her! How sad the change! How mournful the result! Not so. Look again and you shall see on that dark and impenetrable cloud the rainbow of promise and of hope, painted in bright and glowing colors. “Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, from henceforth. In my Father’s house are many mansions. I go to prepare a place for you. I will come again and receive you to myself.” Confiding in this promise, Mary could, amid the sufferings of the death struggle, pray in hope, “come, oh come Lord and receive me to thyself.” And at her time, she could say to one who stood by her dying pillow. I think of Jesus and I am happy. She sleeps in Jesus. “Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breath my life out sweetly there. K
The stone photo is on the family memorial monument in Mount Olivet Cemetery in Nashville TN
Death Notice Fron The Whig 20 May 1843
May 20, 1843
Died at Hunter’s Hill, Davidson county, Tennessee on Saturday morning at two o’clock the 13th of May, 1843, in the 19th year of her age, Miss Mary I. Donelson, only daughter of the late Captain John Donelson of Alabama and Mrs. Eliza E. Donelson. The untimely death of this interesting young lady, though deeply afflictive to a devoted mother and her other relatives and friends, is nevertheless connected with consolatory reflections. We fondly hope and believe that she was prepared to go. Although death approached under the insidious guise of consumption and urged his way with rapid footsteps, yet she was not dismayed at his coming. She had been faithfully instructed by the beloved Mr. Sloss, her Pastor in Florence, Alabama and had thought on the subject of religion and cherished a hope of salvation when very young. This sustained her in the trying hour. When informed some two weeks before her death that she could not recover, she meekly yielded to the will of Heaven and instantly called to her bedside her mother and others who were in the house and spoke to them individually, exhorting them earnestly to prepare to meet her in Heaven. The sweet serenity of her mind and her words of pathetic exhortation will not soon be forgotten. She had many indearments to life - born to a princely fortune, in the bosom of a large and influential connection, possessing sweetness of disposition, condescending manners, personal attractions, high intellectual and moral cultivation and being in the bloom of youth, she appeared to have a long bright day before her. But suddenly her sky is overcast. A dark and impenetrable cloud hangs over her prospects. She must leave all and enter on a new and untried scene! Alas, says the child of pleasure, what a pity that one so interesting and so necessary to the happiness of the domestic circle should be so suddenly torn from a mother’s arms and from the enjoyment of the ten thousand delights that presented themselves to her! How sad the change! How mournful the result! Not so. Look again and you shall see on that dark and impenetrable cloud the rainbow of promise and of hope, painted in bright and glowing colors. “Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, from henceforth. In my Father’s house are many mansions. I go to prepare a place for you. I will come again and receive you to myself.” Confiding in this promise, Mary could, amid the sufferings of the death struggle, pray in hope, “come, oh come Lord and receive me to thyself.” And at her time, she could say to one who stood by her dying pillow. I think of Jesus and I am happy. She sleeps in Jesus. “Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breath my life out sweetly there. K
Death Notice Fron The Whig 20 May 1843
May 20, 1843
Died at Hunter’s Hill, Davidson county, Tennessee on Saturday morning at two o’clock the 13th of May, 1843, in the 19th year of her age, Miss Mary I. Donelson, only daughter of the late Captain John Donelson of Alabama and Mrs. Eliza E. Donelson. The untimely death of this interesting young lady, though deeply afflictive to a devoted mother and her other relatives and friends, is nevertheless connected with consolatory reflections. We fondly hope and believe that she was prepared to go. Although death approached under the insidious guise of consumption and urged his way with rapid footsteps, yet she was not dismayed at his coming. She had been faithfully instructed by the beloved Mr. Sloss, her Pastor in Florence, Alabama and had thought on the subject of religion and cherished a hope of salvation when very young. This sustained her in the trying hour. When informed some two weeks before her death that she could not recover, she meekly yielded to the will of Heaven and instantly called to her bedside her mother and others who were in the house and spoke to them individually, exhorting them earnestly to prepare to meet her in Heaven. The sweet serenity of her mind and her words of pathetic exhortation will not soon be forgotten. She had many indearments to life - born to a princely fortune, in the bosom of a large and influential connection, possessing sweetness of disposition, condescending manners, personal attractions, high intellectual and moral cultivation and being in the bloom of youth, she appeared to have a long bright day before her. But suddenly her sky is overcast. A dark and impenetrable cloud hangs over her prospects. She must leave all and enter on a new and untried scene! Alas, says the child of pleasure, what a pity that one so interesting and so necessary to the happiness of the domestic circle should be so suddenly torn from a mother’s arms and from the enjoyment of the ten thousand delights that presented themselves to her! How sad the change! How mournful the result! Not so. Look again and you shall see on that dark and impenetrable cloud the rainbow of promise and of hope, painted in bright and glowing colors. “Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, from henceforth. In my Father’s house are many mansions. I go to prepare a place for you. I will come again and receive you to myself.” Confiding in this promise, Mary could, amid the sufferings of the death struggle, pray in hope, “come, oh come Lord and receive me to thyself.” And at her time, she could say to one who stood by her dying pillow. I think of Jesus and I am happy. She sleeps in Jesus. “Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breath my life out sweetly there. K
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