The Athens Post
Oct. 23, 1868
Died, in McMinn county, on the 14th inst., Mrs. Betsy Lattimore, consort of Thomas Lattimore, in the 40th year of her age.
Mrs. Lattimore had been seriously afflicted for several months, with a complication of diseases, but bore her sufferings with patience and resignation. Some days before she died, she called her husband and children to her bed-side, and calmly announced that the hour of her departure was near, and her way was bright and clear - not a passing cloud to dim her vision! She gave each one the parting hand, with an earnest exhortation to meet her in Heaven. She was so weak that she could scarcely speak, yet a beam of celestial light and joy overspread her countenance, and she raise her feeble hands in praising her Savior! For ten days before her death, her life seemed to be suspended in a balance, trembling and wavering on the confines of Eternity - almost in sight of glory-land!
Mrs. Lattimore was truly a kind neighbor and an affectionate mother, a dutiful wife, and more than twenty years an humble and proud member of the Methodist Episcopal Church South. May her husband and children never forget that parting scene, her dying injunctions, and their solemn promise to meet her in the better land.
She calls her weeping children near,
And takes the parting hand,
And bids them meet their mother, dear,
In Canaan's happy land.
She lingers long on Jordan's shore,
Where angry billows rise;
Bright angels waft her safely o'er,
With music from the skies!
Her precious clay was gently laid
Beside her kindred dust,
But it will rise when worlds shall fade,
And shine with all the Just.
Oct. 23, 1868
Died, in McMinn county, on the 14th inst., Mrs. Betsy Lattimore, consort of Thomas Lattimore, in the 40th year of her age.
Mrs. Lattimore had been seriously afflicted for several months, with a complication of diseases, but bore her sufferings with patience and resignation. Some days before she died, she called her husband and children to her bed-side, and calmly announced that the hour of her departure was near, and her way was bright and clear - not a passing cloud to dim her vision! She gave each one the parting hand, with an earnest exhortation to meet her in Heaven. She was so weak that she could scarcely speak, yet a beam of celestial light and joy overspread her countenance, and she raise her feeble hands in praising her Savior! For ten days before her death, her life seemed to be suspended in a balance, trembling and wavering on the confines of Eternity - almost in sight of glory-land!
Mrs. Lattimore was truly a kind neighbor and an affectionate mother, a dutiful wife, and more than twenty years an humble and proud member of the Methodist Episcopal Church South. May her husband and children never forget that parting scene, her dying injunctions, and their solemn promise to meet her in the better land.
She calls her weeping children near,
And takes the parting hand,
And bids them meet their mother, dear,
In Canaan's happy land.
She lingers long on Jordan's shore,
Where angry billows rise;
Bright angels waft her safely o'er,
With music from the skies!
Her precious clay was gently laid
Beside her kindred dust,
But it will rise when worlds shall fade,
And shine with all the Just.
The Athens Post
Oct. 23, 1868
Died, in McMinn county, on the 14th inst., Mrs. Betsy Lattimore, consort of Thomas Lattimore, in the 40th year of her age.
Mrs. Lattimore had been seriously afflicted for several months, with a complication of diseases, but bore her sufferings with patience and resignation. Some days before she died, she called her husband and children to her bed-side, and calmly announced that the hour of her departure was near, and her way was bright and clear - not a passing cloud to dim her vision! She gave each one the parting hand, with an earnest exhortation to meet her in Heaven. She was so weak that she could scarcely speak, yet a beam of celestial light and joy overspread her countenance, and she raise her feeble hands in praising her Savior! For ten days before her death, her life seemed to be suspended in a balance, trembling and wavering on the confines of Eternity - almost in sight of glory-land!
Mrs. Lattimore was truly a kind neighbor and an affectionate mother, a dutiful wife, and more than twenty years an humble and proud member of the Methodist Episcopal Church South. May her husband and children never forget that parting scene, her dying injunctions, and their solemn promise to meet her in the better land.
She calls her weeping children near,
And takes the parting hand,
And bids them meet their mother, dear,
In Canaan's happy land.
She lingers long on Jordan's shore,
Where angry billows rise;
Bright angels waft her safely o'er,
With music from the skies!
Her precious clay was gently laid
Beside her kindred dust,
But it will rise when worlds shall fade,
And shine with all the Just.
Oct. 23, 1868
Died, in McMinn county, on the 14th inst., Mrs. Betsy Lattimore, consort of Thomas Lattimore, in the 40th year of her age.
Mrs. Lattimore had been seriously afflicted for several months, with a complication of diseases, but bore her sufferings with patience and resignation. Some days before she died, she called her husband and children to her bed-side, and calmly announced that the hour of her departure was near, and her way was bright and clear - not a passing cloud to dim her vision! She gave each one the parting hand, with an earnest exhortation to meet her in Heaven. She was so weak that she could scarcely speak, yet a beam of celestial light and joy overspread her countenance, and she raise her feeble hands in praising her Savior! For ten days before her death, her life seemed to be suspended in a balance, trembling and wavering on the confines of Eternity - almost in sight of glory-land!
Mrs. Lattimore was truly a kind neighbor and an affectionate mother, a dutiful wife, and more than twenty years an humble and proud member of the Methodist Episcopal Church South. May her husband and children never forget that parting scene, her dying injunctions, and their solemn promise to meet her in the better land.
She calls her weeping children near,
And takes the parting hand,
And bids them meet their mother, dear,
In Canaan's happy land.
She lingers long on Jordan's shore,
Where angry billows rise;
Bright angels waft her safely o'er,
With music from the skies!
Her precious clay was gently laid
Beside her kindred dust,
But it will rise when worlds shall fade,
And shine with all the Just.
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