5 November 1863 - The Tipton Advertiser

On Thursday, Oct. 22, Catharine Chambers, in the 23d year of her age.

Four years ago while blooming into womanhood, with buoyant spirits and the hue
of health upon her cheek, none would have supposed that she was soon to be the
victim of disease and the tenant of an early grave. But death pursued her with
his venomed dart, the poison drank her life, and by a slow decline she has at
last sank into his cold embrace. Her sufferings were great, but borne with
Christian fortitude; and though the casket crumbled to decay, the jewel it
contained became more radient as it was fitted and prepared to sparkle in the
Saviour's diadem. Long before death every doubt and fear was dispelled, and
with the full assurance of a Christian's hope she would say, "It was sweet to
die. I am going home." When the summons came, with joy we saw her enter
Jordan's swelling tide; we saw the far reaching look of wonder as her eyes
first gazed upon the celestial hills, and we too, as we watched her, felt that
we caught a glimpse of light from the golden city, as it flashed over her
countenance in radiant smiles, exclaiming, "Glory! glory! glory!" as she
passed away. We mourn her loss, but not as those without hope. We rejoice that
one more loved one is added to that innumerable throng around the Throne, who
have washed their robes and made them white in Jesus' blood and woes.

Safe in the garden of the living God.
Bathed by the fountains that unceasing flow,
Midst amaranths springing from the fragrant sea,
Our flower transplanted shall immortal grow.

O'er that blest land no chilling wind can sweep,
And frost and blighting mildew cease to mar,
The radiant skies with tempest never weep,
But softly beams the bright, the morning star.

Cease then, oh cease for one so blest to mourn,
Heed while thou mayest the kindly warning given,
Strive earnestly to reach at last the bourne,
Be faithful and thou'lt find thy lost in Heaven. A.E.C.