Ophelia H. Mallory was born in 1831 in Jackson, Hinds County, Mississippi. She was living in Harrison County, Texas with her recently widowed mother in 1850. She married John M. H. Martin in 1856 in New Orleans, Louisiana. In 1860, the newlyweds were living in Panola County, Texas, and in 1870 and 1880, in Brookhaven, Lincoln County, Mississippi with their sons.
The Brookhaven Leader, Brookhaven, Mississippi
January 22, 1891
Vol 8, Page 4
DEATH OF MRS. O. H. MARTIN.
A Son's Tribute to his Dearly Beloved Mother.
DIED -- At the residence of her cousin, Mrs. Emily Kerr, at Brandon on Thursday, Jan. 15th, 1891, in the 59th year of her age, Mrs. OPHELIA H. MARTIN of this city.
Mrs. Martin was the daughter of Major John H. Mallory, for many years State Auditor of Mississippi, and the mother of the late Hon. John H. Martin, editor of the New Mississippian, of Marion Martin and of E. L. Martin of this paper. On the day following her death, the body was tenderly laid away in the cemetery at Brookhaven, beside that of her lamented son, about whom her affections had been so warmly and closely entwined in life.
It is with eyes dimmed with tears and a heart almost sinking under its burden of grief, that the writer records the death, and seeks to pay a simple tribute of filial love to an angel mother. It has been beautifully said that "mother" is the sweetest word in the English language, and that a mother's love is the barometer of God. But ah, how little do we realize its truth, or appreciate the value of the priceless jewel that was ours until it has been transferred from the mine of time to the coronet of eternity. Never yet has the mariner compassed the shoreless bounds of a mother's love, nor plummet sounded it unfathomable depths. Closed in death is the eye that watched with tender solicitude from the dawning moments of infancy to the noontide hours of our manhood; pulseless the hand that guided our youthful feet in the pathway of duty; hushed forever, the music of that voice that spoke only in kindness, and counseled on in wisdom; forever still the once warm hearth that throbbed with naught save Christian love and charity.
At morning, we shall miss the bright, brave words of encouragement and cheer that armored us for the contests of the day; at noon, we shall miss the sweet kiss of welcome that greeted our return; and no more shall be known at even-tide the gentle blessing and peaceful benediction that attended duty well performed. But green in our heart will live a blessed memory, that will brighten and brighten as time steals away; and from that far spirit land will be waited back an ever present influence, inspiring to loftier aims and nobler deeds that can never die.
Mother mine, "God be with you till we meet again." -- E. L. Martin in Jackson Mississippian .
The Brookhaven Leader, Brookhaven, Mississippi
January 22, 1891
Vol 8, Page 4
DEATH OF MRS. O. H. MARTIN.
A Son's Tribute to his Dearly Beloved Mother.
DIED -- At the residence of her cousin, Mrs. Emily Kerr, at Brandon on Thursday, Jan. 15th, 1891, in the 59th year of her age, Mrs. OPHELIA H. MARTIN of this city.
Mrs. Martin was the daughter of Major John H. Mallory, for many years State Auditor of Mississippi, and the mother of the late Hon. John H. Martin, editor of the New Mississippian, of Marion Martin and of E. L. Martin of this paper. On the day following her death, the body was tenderly laid away in the cemetery at Brookhaven, beside that of her lamented son, about whom her affections had been so warmly and closely entwined in life.
It is with eyes dimmed with tears and a heart almost sinking under its burden of grief, that the writer records the death, and seeks to pay a simple tribute of filial love to an angel mother. It has been beautifully said that "mother" is the sweetest word in the English language, and that a mother's love is the barometer of God. But ah, how little do we realize its truth, or appreciate the value of the priceless jewel that was ours until it has been transferred from the mine of time to the coronet of eternity. Never yet has the mariner compassed the shoreless bounds of a mother's love, nor plummet sounded it unfathomable depths. Closed in death is the eye that watched with tender solicitude from the dawning moments of infancy to the noontide hours of our manhood; pulseless the hand that guided our youthful feet in the pathway of duty; hushed forever, the music of that voice that spoke only in kindness, and counseled on in wisdom; forever still the once warm hearth that throbbed with naught save Christian love and charity.
At morning, we shall miss the bright, brave words of encouragement and cheer that armored us for the contests of the day; at noon, we shall miss the sweet kiss of welcome that greeted our return; and no more shall be known at even-tide the gentle blessing and peaceful benediction that attended duty well performed. But green in our heart will live a blessed memory, that will brighten and brighten as time steals away; and from that far spirit land will be waited back an ever present influence, inspiring to loftier aims and nobler deeds that can never die.
Mother mine, "God be with you till we meet again." -- E. L. Martin in Jackson Mississippian .
Ophelia H. Mallory was born in 1831 in Jackson, Hinds County, Mississippi. She was living in Harrison County, Texas with her recently widowed mother in 1850. She married John M. H. Martin in 1856 in New Orleans, Louisiana. In 1860, the newlyweds were living in Panola County, Texas, and in 1870 and 1880, in Brookhaven, Lincoln County, Mississippi with their sons.
The Brookhaven Leader, Brookhaven, Mississippi
January 22, 1891
Vol 8, Page 4
DEATH OF MRS. O. H. MARTIN.
A Son's Tribute to his Dearly Beloved Mother.
DIED -- At the residence of her cousin, Mrs. Emily Kerr, at Brandon on Thursday, Jan. 15th, 1891, in the 59th year of her age, Mrs. OPHELIA H. MARTIN of this city.
Mrs. Martin was the daughter of Major John H. Mallory, for many years State Auditor of Mississippi, and the mother of the late Hon. John H. Martin, editor of the New Mississippian, of Marion Martin and of E. L. Martin of this paper. On the day following her death, the body was tenderly laid away in the cemetery at Brookhaven, beside that of her lamented son, about whom her affections had been so warmly and closely entwined in life.
It is with eyes dimmed with tears and a heart almost sinking under its burden of grief, that the writer records the death, and seeks to pay a simple tribute of filial love to an angel mother. It has been beautifully said that "mother" is the sweetest word in the English language, and that a mother's love is the barometer of God. But ah, how little do we realize its truth, or appreciate the value of the priceless jewel that was ours until it has been transferred from the mine of time to the coronet of eternity. Never yet has the mariner compassed the shoreless bounds of a mother's love, nor plummet sounded it unfathomable depths. Closed in death is the eye that watched with tender solicitude from the dawning moments of infancy to the noontide hours of our manhood; pulseless the hand that guided our youthful feet in the pathway of duty; hushed forever, the music of that voice that spoke only in kindness, and counseled on in wisdom; forever still the once warm hearth that throbbed with naught save Christian love and charity.
At morning, we shall miss the bright, brave words of encouragement and cheer that armored us for the contests of the day; at noon, we shall miss the sweet kiss of welcome that greeted our return; and no more shall be known at even-tide the gentle blessing and peaceful benediction that attended duty well performed. But green in our heart will live a blessed memory, that will brighten and brighten as time steals away; and from that far spirit land will be waited back an ever present influence, inspiring to loftier aims and nobler deeds that can never die.
Mother mine, "God be with you till we meet again." -- E. L. Martin in Jackson Mississippian .
The Brookhaven Leader, Brookhaven, Mississippi
January 22, 1891
Vol 8, Page 4
DEATH OF MRS. O. H. MARTIN.
A Son's Tribute to his Dearly Beloved Mother.
DIED -- At the residence of her cousin, Mrs. Emily Kerr, at Brandon on Thursday, Jan. 15th, 1891, in the 59th year of her age, Mrs. OPHELIA H. MARTIN of this city.
Mrs. Martin was the daughter of Major John H. Mallory, for many years State Auditor of Mississippi, and the mother of the late Hon. John H. Martin, editor of the New Mississippian, of Marion Martin and of E. L. Martin of this paper. On the day following her death, the body was tenderly laid away in the cemetery at Brookhaven, beside that of her lamented son, about whom her affections had been so warmly and closely entwined in life.
It is with eyes dimmed with tears and a heart almost sinking under its burden of grief, that the writer records the death, and seeks to pay a simple tribute of filial love to an angel mother. It has been beautifully said that "mother" is the sweetest word in the English language, and that a mother's love is the barometer of God. But ah, how little do we realize its truth, or appreciate the value of the priceless jewel that was ours until it has been transferred from the mine of time to the coronet of eternity. Never yet has the mariner compassed the shoreless bounds of a mother's love, nor plummet sounded it unfathomable depths. Closed in death is the eye that watched with tender solicitude from the dawning moments of infancy to the noontide hours of our manhood; pulseless the hand that guided our youthful feet in the pathway of duty; hushed forever, the music of that voice that spoke only in kindness, and counseled on in wisdom; forever still the once warm hearth that throbbed with naught save Christian love and charity.
At morning, we shall miss the bright, brave words of encouragement and cheer that armored us for the contests of the day; at noon, we shall miss the sweet kiss of welcome that greeted our return; and no more shall be known at even-tide the gentle blessing and peaceful benediction that attended duty well performed. But green in our heart will live a blessed memory, that will brighten and brighten as time steals away; and from that far spirit land will be waited back an ever present influence, inspiring to loftier aims and nobler deeds that can never die.
Mother mine, "God be with you till we meet again." -- E. L. Martin in Jackson Mississippian .
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