The daughter of A.A. and Catherine Abney.
Aged 20 y's 5 m's 5 d's
The Bossier Banner.
July 4, 1874
Page 3; Column 2
Obituary.
Died, of congestion, on Sunday morning at half past 5 o'clock, June 28th, 1874, at the residence of her brother-in-law, W. H. Scanland, near Bellevue, MATTIE LOUISA ABNEY - second daughter of Asbury A. Abney, deceased - aged twenty years, five months and four days.
"There's not a flower that breathes its breath
But something must die;"
and yet when our own home circle is broken, how hard it is to bear! Day after day to see reminiscences of the dear departed, and she, loved one - "Gone, gone forever;" laid in the great necropolis of the silent dead.
"Gone to realms of joy on high,
There to wait the coming dawn -
The dawn of immortality."
MATTIE is gone! Hushed in death is that voice that ever touched the tenderest chords in our bosoms. The sound of her footfall is heard no more; the touch of her gently hand we shall never feel again; the sunshine of her soul-lit eyes shall gladden our hearts no more; the dear warm lips that have kissed us o'er and o'er, as they affectionately welcomed our coming, are stilled forever in silent death. Too pure for earth, as the morning dew drop, in the bright dawning of a gentle Sabbath morn, her noble spirit calmly passed away to rest. Gone to bloom in immortal beauty. "Not lest, but gone before"-
"A treasure but removed.
A bright bird parted for a clearer day;
Ours still in Heaven."
Ours hereafter to meet; ours to love; ours with whom to rejoice in eternal anthems of praise to a glorified Savior. Early lost, early saved in our Father's house in Heaven.
"God gives us love. Something to love
He lends us; but when love is grown
To ripeness, that on which it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone."
"Every one loved her!" How pure a life is that which has such a record! Fair and gently she grew, kind always, confiding, modest and affectionate.
"If she had lived, I think she could have been
Lillies without and roses within."
Only a few short days ago she stood before us, radiant in her fresh young life of lovliness and maiden purity and beauty, and to-day the cold, cheerless clay hides forever form our view the fond form we loved so well.
"I'll rest; yes, I will soon be at rest!" she responds to us in her sufferings. And alas, exclaiming, "Oh I am Dying!" - tenderly imploring as the angel band beckon her from "over the stary way," - "Come, Sister, Come!"
"Close the door lightly,
Bridle the breath;
Our fair earth angel
Is talking with death.
"Gently he woos her;
She wishes to stay;
His arms are about her,
He bears her away!
"Smooth out the ringlets
Close the bright eye;
No wonder such beauty
Was claimed in the sky.
"Cross the hands gently
O'er the white breast,
So like a wild spirit
Strayed from the blest.
"Come, stricken weeper,
Come to the bed;
Gaze on the sleeper-
Our idol is dead!"
W. H. S.
Aged 20 y's 5 m's 5 d's
The Bossier Banner.
July 4, 1874
Page 3; Column 2
Obituary.
Died, of congestion, on Sunday morning at half past 5 o'clock, June 28th, 1874, at the residence of her brother-in-law, W. H. Scanland, near Bellevue, MATTIE LOUISA ABNEY - second daughter of Asbury A. Abney, deceased - aged twenty years, five months and four days.
"There's not a flower that breathes its breath
But something must die;"
and yet when our own home circle is broken, how hard it is to bear! Day after day to see reminiscences of the dear departed, and she, loved one - "Gone, gone forever;" laid in the great necropolis of the silent dead.
"Gone to realms of joy on high,
There to wait the coming dawn -
The dawn of immortality."
MATTIE is gone! Hushed in death is that voice that ever touched the tenderest chords in our bosoms. The sound of her footfall is heard no more; the touch of her gently hand we shall never feel again; the sunshine of her soul-lit eyes shall gladden our hearts no more; the dear warm lips that have kissed us o'er and o'er, as they affectionately welcomed our coming, are stilled forever in silent death. Too pure for earth, as the morning dew drop, in the bright dawning of a gentle Sabbath morn, her noble spirit calmly passed away to rest. Gone to bloom in immortal beauty. "Not lest, but gone before"-
"A treasure but removed.
A bright bird parted for a clearer day;
Ours still in Heaven."
Ours hereafter to meet; ours to love; ours with whom to rejoice in eternal anthems of praise to a glorified Savior. Early lost, early saved in our Father's house in Heaven.
"God gives us love. Something to love
He lends us; but when love is grown
To ripeness, that on which it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone."
"Every one loved her!" How pure a life is that which has such a record! Fair and gently she grew, kind always, confiding, modest and affectionate.
"If she had lived, I think she could have been
Lillies without and roses within."
Only a few short days ago she stood before us, radiant in her fresh young life of lovliness and maiden purity and beauty, and to-day the cold, cheerless clay hides forever form our view the fond form we loved so well.
"I'll rest; yes, I will soon be at rest!" she responds to us in her sufferings. And alas, exclaiming, "Oh I am Dying!" - tenderly imploring as the angel band beckon her from "over the stary way," - "Come, Sister, Come!"
"Close the door lightly,
Bridle the breath;
Our fair earth angel
Is talking with death.
"Gently he woos her;
She wishes to stay;
His arms are about her,
He bears her away!
"Smooth out the ringlets
Close the bright eye;
No wonder such beauty
Was claimed in the sky.
"Cross the hands gently
O'er the white breast,
So like a wild spirit
Strayed from the blest.
"Come, stricken weeper,
Come to the bed;
Gaze on the sleeper-
Our idol is dead!"
W. H. S.
The daughter of A.A. and Catherine Abney.
Aged 20 y's 5 m's 5 d's
The Bossier Banner.
July 4, 1874
Page 3; Column 2
Obituary.
Died, of congestion, on Sunday morning at half past 5 o'clock, June 28th, 1874, at the residence of her brother-in-law, W. H. Scanland, near Bellevue, MATTIE LOUISA ABNEY - second daughter of Asbury A. Abney, deceased - aged twenty years, five months and four days.
"There's not a flower that breathes its breath
But something must die;"
and yet when our own home circle is broken, how hard it is to bear! Day after day to see reminiscences of the dear departed, and she, loved one - "Gone, gone forever;" laid in the great necropolis of the silent dead.
"Gone to realms of joy on high,
There to wait the coming dawn -
The dawn of immortality."
MATTIE is gone! Hushed in death is that voice that ever touched the tenderest chords in our bosoms. The sound of her footfall is heard no more; the touch of her gently hand we shall never feel again; the sunshine of her soul-lit eyes shall gladden our hearts no more; the dear warm lips that have kissed us o'er and o'er, as they affectionately welcomed our coming, are stilled forever in silent death. Too pure for earth, as the morning dew drop, in the bright dawning of a gentle Sabbath morn, her noble spirit calmly passed away to rest. Gone to bloom in immortal beauty. "Not lest, but gone before"-
"A treasure but removed.
A bright bird parted for a clearer day;
Ours still in Heaven."
Ours hereafter to meet; ours to love; ours with whom to rejoice in eternal anthems of praise to a glorified Savior. Early lost, early saved in our Father's house in Heaven.
"God gives us love. Something to love
He lends us; but when love is grown
To ripeness, that on which it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone."
"Every one loved her!" How pure a life is that which has such a record! Fair and gently she grew, kind always, confiding, modest and affectionate.
"If she had lived, I think she could have been
Lillies without and roses within."
Only a few short days ago she stood before us, radiant in her fresh young life of lovliness and maiden purity and beauty, and to-day the cold, cheerless clay hides forever form our view the fond form we loved so well.
"I'll rest; yes, I will soon be at rest!" she responds to us in her sufferings. And alas, exclaiming, "Oh I am Dying!" - tenderly imploring as the angel band beckon her from "over the stary way," - "Come, Sister, Come!"
"Close the door lightly,
Bridle the breath;
Our fair earth angel
Is talking with death.
"Gently he woos her;
She wishes to stay;
His arms are about her,
He bears her away!
"Smooth out the ringlets
Close the bright eye;
No wonder such beauty
Was claimed in the sky.
"Cross the hands gently
O'er the white breast,
So like a wild spirit
Strayed from the blest.
"Come, stricken weeper,
Come to the bed;
Gaze on the sleeper-
Our idol is dead!"
W. H. S.
Aged 20 y's 5 m's 5 d's
The Bossier Banner.
July 4, 1874
Page 3; Column 2
Obituary.
Died, of congestion, on Sunday morning at half past 5 o'clock, June 28th, 1874, at the residence of her brother-in-law, W. H. Scanland, near Bellevue, MATTIE LOUISA ABNEY - second daughter of Asbury A. Abney, deceased - aged twenty years, five months and four days.
"There's not a flower that breathes its breath
But something must die;"
and yet when our own home circle is broken, how hard it is to bear! Day after day to see reminiscences of the dear departed, and she, loved one - "Gone, gone forever;" laid in the great necropolis of the silent dead.
"Gone to realms of joy on high,
There to wait the coming dawn -
The dawn of immortality."
MATTIE is gone! Hushed in death is that voice that ever touched the tenderest chords in our bosoms. The sound of her footfall is heard no more; the touch of her gently hand we shall never feel again; the sunshine of her soul-lit eyes shall gladden our hearts no more; the dear warm lips that have kissed us o'er and o'er, as they affectionately welcomed our coming, are stilled forever in silent death. Too pure for earth, as the morning dew drop, in the bright dawning of a gentle Sabbath morn, her noble spirit calmly passed away to rest. Gone to bloom in immortal beauty. "Not lest, but gone before"-
"A treasure but removed.
A bright bird parted for a clearer day;
Ours still in Heaven."
Ours hereafter to meet; ours to love; ours with whom to rejoice in eternal anthems of praise to a glorified Savior. Early lost, early saved in our Father's house in Heaven.
"God gives us love. Something to love
He lends us; but when love is grown
To ripeness, that on which it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone."
"Every one loved her!" How pure a life is that which has such a record! Fair and gently she grew, kind always, confiding, modest and affectionate.
"If she had lived, I think she could have been
Lillies without and roses within."
Only a few short days ago she stood before us, radiant in her fresh young life of lovliness and maiden purity and beauty, and to-day the cold, cheerless clay hides forever form our view the fond form we loved so well.
"I'll rest; yes, I will soon be at rest!" she responds to us in her sufferings. And alas, exclaiming, "Oh I am Dying!" - tenderly imploring as the angel band beckon her from "over the stary way," - "Come, Sister, Come!"
"Close the door lightly,
Bridle the breath;
Our fair earth angel
Is talking with death.
"Gently he woos her;
She wishes to stay;
His arms are about her,
He bears her away!
"Smooth out the ringlets
Close the bright eye;
No wonder such beauty
Was claimed in the sky.
"Cross the hands gently
O'er the white breast,
So like a wild spirit
Strayed from the blest.
"Come, stricken weeper,
Come to the bed;
Gaze on the sleeper-
Our idol is dead!"
W. H. S.
Gravesite Details
Buried in the Scanland plot at Bellevue
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