On the morning of July 28th the Death Angel came into the home of J.G. Betts and called Sister J.G. Betts to her rest. Sister Betts had been a sufferer for more than two years, but she bore her affliction with great Christian fortitude and faith. She gave her life to Christ in girlhood and lived a devoted Christian life till her death. She was a member of Franklin Baptist church at the time of her death. Although she had been unable to attend her church for several months before her death, she never forgot to read her Bible and pray. Her Bible was her comfort and joy. Her faith in Christ was true to the very last, and just before she passed away she called her loved ones about her and told them to meet her in Heaven. May the God she loved and served keep them by His spirit and comfort their sorrowing hearts til they meet in Heaven. Sister Betts was born in South Carolina January 5th 1852; Married J.C. Metts [sic] February 10th 1876; died July 27th 1917. They had twelve children given them, of whom six have gone to rest. Four sons and two daughters living. She leaves J.G. Betts, her husband; W.P. Betts, J.L. Betts; B.V. Betts, and T.M. Betts, sons; Mrs. Julia Duke and Mrs. Ruth Priest, daughters; C.W. Robinson and T.J. Robinson, brothers; Mrs. Charley Betts and Mrs. Sue Stumpert, sisters. She was laid to rest in the Franklin church cemetery on the afternoon of July 29th amid sorrowing friends and relatives. May God comfort their hearts; the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.
If Mother Were Here My life is so weary, Too full of sad pain. Each day brings its shadows Its mists and its rain; There's no ray of sunshine My pathways to cheer, But sorow would vanish If mother were here.
Each hope for me blooming But blooms to decay; Each joy that I treasure Soon withers away. My dreams full of beauty In gloom disappear, But soon all would brighten If mother were here.
O, to lay my poor head In her dear lap once more, And feel her soft fingers Stray lovingly o'er And catch her fond whispers And glad words of cheer. How soon grief would vanish If mother were here.
How tender her tones were, How loving and sweet As she told me of life and the trials I would meet. Yet litle I cared then, But little did fear, For she was beside me - My mother was here.
Now flowers bloom above here, And winds in the grass Breathe low, solemn dirges As gently they pass; And I am left to mourn her With many a tear. O, earth were far brighter If mother were here.