In Memoriam
On the 8th of November last, in her sunny and flower-embowered home in the far Southland, a beautiful spirit went up to fairer skies and sunnier climes, where flowers never fade and death never comes.
Mrs. Mary Silvertooth, nee Boyers, was born in Tennessee about forty years ago. The writer of this sketch has known her from earliest boyhood and never has he known a nobler, purer woman. Cultivated in mind, with refined tastes and consecrated in heart, she filled with grace and dignity all the various relations in life which she assumed or to which she was called. Her devotion to her widowed and long afflicted mother was beautiful in the extreme; and her sisterly affection is a precious memory to those members of that once united but now broken family that remain. It seems but yesterday that she was the radiant centre of one of the brightest, happiest, sweetest family circles I ever knew. No one who has ever come within the touch of its influence, enjoyed its warm hospitality and observed the unaffected devotion of its members for each other, can ever foret it. In such a home, which she helped largely to make, did Miss "Peep" Boyers grow to Mature womanhood.
In early years she gave her heart to God and laid down her young life on the altar of His service. Never did she falter in her faith or grow lukewarm in her Christian love. Christ was seen in all the words, and deeds, the smiles and fragrance and helpfulness of her gracious life.
Her wifely devotion was as strong and unshaken as her ardent womanly nature, and her fixed and beautiful character. With what motherly love her heart clung to the sweet little girls God had given her, only the All-loving Father can know. She was conscious to the last and talked as calmly of death as though she were going on a brief journey. She had prepared for that hour, and met it with true Christian fortitude. She knew whom she had believed, and found strength in the One whom she had trusted. His "grace was sufficient." He was the Shepherd of her soul and she found infinite comfort in His rod and staff as He walked with her through the Valley of the Shadow of Death.
There, on the marge of the Southern Ocean by whose shores in the long ago, the dreamy explorer sought in vain for the Fountain of Immortal Youth, she died. Her bright spirit chastened by sorrow and redeemed by Christ, went up to more cloudless realms, where grow more luscious fruits and more fragrant flowers on the shores of more transparent seas. There the fronds of more enduring palms waved her a glad welcome, and conveyed by the angels, she drank from the real Fountain of Life whose waters make immortal the souls of the just.
"No chilling wind or poisonous breath, Can reach that Healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more."
Geo. Gowen, Lancaster, Ky.
Published in the Florida Star on March 2, 1894.
On the 8th of November last, in her sunny and flower-embowered home in the far Southland, a beautiful spirit went up to fairer skies and sunnier climes, where flowers never fade and death never comes.
Mrs. Mary Silvertooth, nee Boyers, was born in Tennessee about forty years ago. The writer of this sketch has known her from earliest boyhood and never has he known a nobler, purer woman. Cultivated in mind, with refined tastes and consecrated in heart, she filled with grace and dignity all the various relations in life which she assumed or to which she was called. Her devotion to her widowed and long afflicted mother was beautiful in the extreme; and her sisterly affection is a precious memory to those members of that once united but now broken family that remain. It seems but yesterday that she was the radiant centre of one of the brightest, happiest, sweetest family circles I ever knew. No one who has ever come within the touch of its influence, enjoyed its warm hospitality and observed the unaffected devotion of its members for each other, can ever foret it. In such a home, which she helped largely to make, did Miss "Peep" Boyers grow to Mature womanhood.
In early years she gave her heart to God and laid down her young life on the altar of His service. Never did she falter in her faith or grow lukewarm in her Christian love. Christ was seen in all the words, and deeds, the smiles and fragrance and helpfulness of her gracious life.
Her wifely devotion was as strong and unshaken as her ardent womanly nature, and her fixed and beautiful character. With what motherly love her heart clung to the sweet little girls God had given her, only the All-loving Father can know. She was conscious to the last and talked as calmly of death as though she were going on a brief journey. She had prepared for that hour, and met it with true Christian fortitude. She knew whom she had believed, and found strength in the One whom she had trusted. His "grace was sufficient." He was the Shepherd of her soul and she found infinite comfort in His rod and staff as He walked with her through the Valley of the Shadow of Death.
There, on the marge of the Southern Ocean by whose shores in the long ago, the dreamy explorer sought in vain for the Fountain of Immortal Youth, she died. Her bright spirit chastened by sorrow and redeemed by Christ, went up to more cloudless realms, where grow more luscious fruits and more fragrant flowers on the shores of more transparent seas. There the fronds of more enduring palms waved her a glad welcome, and conveyed by the angels, she drank from the real Fountain of Life whose waters make immortal the souls of the just.
"No chilling wind or poisonous breath, Can reach that Healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more."
Geo. Gowen, Lancaster, Ky.
Published in the Florida Star on March 2, 1894.
In Memoriam
On the 8th of November last, in her sunny and flower-embowered home in the far Southland, a beautiful spirit went up to fairer skies and sunnier climes, where flowers never fade and death never comes.
Mrs. Mary Silvertooth, nee Boyers, was born in Tennessee about forty years ago. The writer of this sketch has known her from earliest boyhood and never has he known a nobler, purer woman. Cultivated in mind, with refined tastes and consecrated in heart, she filled with grace and dignity all the various relations in life which she assumed or to which she was called. Her devotion to her widowed and long afflicted mother was beautiful in the extreme; and her sisterly affection is a precious memory to those members of that once united but now broken family that remain. It seems but yesterday that she was the radiant centre of one of the brightest, happiest, sweetest family circles I ever knew. No one who has ever come within the touch of its influence, enjoyed its warm hospitality and observed the unaffected devotion of its members for each other, can ever foret it. In such a home, which she helped largely to make, did Miss "Peep" Boyers grow to Mature womanhood.
In early years she gave her heart to God and laid down her young life on the altar of His service. Never did she falter in her faith or grow lukewarm in her Christian love. Christ was seen in all the words, and deeds, the smiles and fragrance and helpfulness of her gracious life.
Her wifely devotion was as strong and unshaken as her ardent womanly nature, and her fixed and beautiful character. With what motherly love her heart clung to the sweet little girls God had given her, only the All-loving Father can know. She was conscious to the last and talked as calmly of death as though she were going on a brief journey. She had prepared for that hour, and met it with true Christian fortitude. She knew whom she had believed, and found strength in the One whom she had trusted. His "grace was sufficient." He was the Shepherd of her soul and she found infinite comfort in His rod and staff as He walked with her through the Valley of the Shadow of Death.
There, on the marge of the Southern Ocean by whose shores in the long ago, the dreamy explorer sought in vain for the Fountain of Immortal Youth, she died. Her bright spirit chastened by sorrow and redeemed by Christ, went up to more cloudless realms, where grow more luscious fruits and more fragrant flowers on the shores of more transparent seas. There the fronds of more enduring palms waved her a glad welcome, and conveyed by the angels, she drank from the real Fountain of Life whose waters make immortal the souls of the just.
"No chilling wind or poisonous breath, Can reach that Healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more."
Geo. Gowen, Lancaster, Ky.
Published in the Florida Star on March 2, 1894.
On the 8th of November last, in her sunny and flower-embowered home in the far Southland, a beautiful spirit went up to fairer skies and sunnier climes, where flowers never fade and death never comes.
Mrs. Mary Silvertooth, nee Boyers, was born in Tennessee about forty years ago. The writer of this sketch has known her from earliest boyhood and never has he known a nobler, purer woman. Cultivated in mind, with refined tastes and consecrated in heart, she filled with grace and dignity all the various relations in life which she assumed or to which she was called. Her devotion to her widowed and long afflicted mother was beautiful in the extreme; and her sisterly affection is a precious memory to those members of that once united but now broken family that remain. It seems but yesterday that she was the radiant centre of one of the brightest, happiest, sweetest family circles I ever knew. No one who has ever come within the touch of its influence, enjoyed its warm hospitality and observed the unaffected devotion of its members for each other, can ever foret it. In such a home, which she helped largely to make, did Miss "Peep" Boyers grow to Mature womanhood.
In early years she gave her heart to God and laid down her young life on the altar of His service. Never did she falter in her faith or grow lukewarm in her Christian love. Christ was seen in all the words, and deeds, the smiles and fragrance and helpfulness of her gracious life.
Her wifely devotion was as strong and unshaken as her ardent womanly nature, and her fixed and beautiful character. With what motherly love her heart clung to the sweet little girls God had given her, only the All-loving Father can know. She was conscious to the last and talked as calmly of death as though she were going on a brief journey. She had prepared for that hour, and met it with true Christian fortitude. She knew whom she had believed, and found strength in the One whom she had trusted. His "grace was sufficient." He was the Shepherd of her soul and she found infinite comfort in His rod and staff as He walked with her through the Valley of the Shadow of Death.
There, on the marge of the Southern Ocean by whose shores in the long ago, the dreamy explorer sought in vain for the Fountain of Immortal Youth, she died. Her bright spirit chastened by sorrow and redeemed by Christ, went up to more cloudless realms, where grow more luscious fruits and more fragrant flowers on the shores of more transparent seas. There the fronds of more enduring palms waved her a glad welcome, and conveyed by the angels, she drank from the real Fountain of Life whose waters make immortal the souls of the just.
"No chilling wind or poisonous breath, Can reach that Healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more."
Geo. Gowen, Lancaster, Ky.
Published in the Florida Star on March 2, 1894.
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