NOTE: Obituary courtesy of Contributor Paul Armstrong.
On the first day of August, as the clock was telling the hour of three in the afternoon, the soul of Mrs. Georgia Noah, wife of Mr. William Noah, took its flight from earth to heaven. She was a devoted wife, a tender and faithful mother, scrupulously endeavoring to do her part both for the temporal and spiritual welfare of her family, often laboring in much weakness and suffering, having been an invalid for months. She bore her afflictions with Christian
fortitude. Death is at all times a sad event, but to reach the end of life and roll up the scroll of time and go out into the mysterious beyond- must forever bring a shock upon those who are left behind; but when the tenue of years is full, when the flagging of energies, spent with usefulness, tells that the eventide of life is fully come, it is not strange that death may be looked upon as almost a benediction. Now that this voice is hushed on earth, we can hear the sweet lullaby of our dear cousin, Georgia, as it makes its way through the sky to the paradise of God, where there is purity and peace, the "Eden of home." She is at rest, where no clouds or storms of this life can reach her. She is supported by a heavenly anchor. Death will never knock at the door of that mansion, and in all that land there will not be a single grave. Here we part at the door of the tomb, but in the sweet by and by we will awake in glory and meet a gain at the portals of immortality. Sorrows may howl, like storms and roll like seas, everlasting ages may roll in irresistible sweeps, but in heaven there is no sorrow, no crying, no pain, no death, no more sad goodbys.
She leaves a devoted husband and nine children, who all idolized her, and a host of relatives and friends to lament her death. Dear loved one, we will miss you; your place with us is vacant; we mourn for you, but we do not grieve without hope. We will meet you where there will be no more death, no more sorrow, but where all is happiness and love. Kind friends showed their appreciation of her by the beautiful floral offerings sent to be laid on her grave. Loving hands lowered the flower-laden casket into the bed of evergreens, and then covered
from our earthly eyes forever.
Dr. and Ellen Jamieson.
Columbus Dispatch, Columbus, MS, August 15, 1907
On the first day of August, as the clock was telling the hour of three in the afternoon, the soul of Mrs. Georgia Noah, wife of Mr. William Noah, took its flight from earth to heaven. She was a devoted wife, a tender and faithful mother, scrupulously endeavoring to do her part both for the temporal and spiritual welfare of her family, often laboring in much weakness and suffering, having been an invalid for months. She bore her afflictions with Christian
fortitude. Death is at all times a sad event, but to reach the end of life and roll up the scroll of time and go out into the mysterious beyond- must forever bring a shock upon those who are left behind; but when the tenue of years is full, when the flagging of energies, spent with usefulness, tells that the eventide of life is fully come, it is not strange that death may be looked upon as almost a benediction. Now that this voice is hushed on earth, we can hear the sweet lullaby of our dear cousin, Georgia, as it makes its way through the sky to the paradise of God, where there is purity and peace, the "Eden of home." She is at rest, where no clouds or storms of this life can reach her. She is supported by a heavenly anchor. Death will never knock at the door of that mansion, and in all that land there will not be a single grave. Here we part at the door of the tomb, but in the sweet by and by we will awake in glory and meet a gain at the portals of immortality. Sorrows may howl, like storms and roll like seas, everlasting ages may roll in irresistible sweeps, but in heaven there is no sorrow, no crying, no pain, no death, no more sad goodbys.
She leaves a devoted husband and nine children, who all idolized her, and a host of relatives and friends to lament her death. Dear loved one, we will miss you; your place with us is vacant; we mourn for you, but we do not grieve without hope. We will meet you where there will be no more death, no more sorrow, but where all is happiness and love. Kind friends showed their appreciation of her by the beautiful floral offerings sent to be laid on her grave. Loving hands lowered the flower-laden casket into the bed of evergreens, and then covered
from our earthly eyes forever.
Dr. and Ellen Jamieson.
Columbus Dispatch, Columbus, MS, August 15, 1907
NOTE: Obituary courtesy of Contributor Paul Armstrong.
On the first day of August, as the clock was telling the hour of three in the afternoon, the soul of Mrs. Georgia Noah, wife of Mr. William Noah, took its flight from earth to heaven. She was a devoted wife, a tender and faithful mother, scrupulously endeavoring to do her part both for the temporal and spiritual welfare of her family, often laboring in much weakness and suffering, having been an invalid for months. She bore her afflictions with Christian
fortitude. Death is at all times a sad event, but to reach the end of life and roll up the scroll of time and go out into the mysterious beyond- must forever bring a shock upon those who are left behind; but when the tenue of years is full, when the flagging of energies, spent with usefulness, tells that the eventide of life is fully come, it is not strange that death may be looked upon as almost a benediction. Now that this voice is hushed on earth, we can hear the sweet lullaby of our dear cousin, Georgia, as it makes its way through the sky to the paradise of God, where there is purity and peace, the "Eden of home." She is at rest, where no clouds or storms of this life can reach her. She is supported by a heavenly anchor. Death will never knock at the door of that mansion, and in all that land there will not be a single grave. Here we part at the door of the tomb, but in the sweet by and by we will awake in glory and meet a gain at the portals of immortality. Sorrows may howl, like storms and roll like seas, everlasting ages may roll in irresistible sweeps, but in heaven there is no sorrow, no crying, no pain, no death, no more sad goodbys.
She leaves a devoted husband and nine children, who all idolized her, and a host of relatives and friends to lament her death. Dear loved one, we will miss you; your place with us is vacant; we mourn for you, but we do not grieve without hope. We will meet you where there will be no more death, no more sorrow, but where all is happiness and love. Kind friends showed their appreciation of her by the beautiful floral offerings sent to be laid on her grave. Loving hands lowered the flower-laden casket into the bed of evergreens, and then covered
from our earthly eyes forever.
Dr. and Ellen Jamieson.
Columbus Dispatch, Columbus, MS, August 15, 1907
On the first day of August, as the clock was telling the hour of three in the afternoon, the soul of Mrs. Georgia Noah, wife of Mr. William Noah, took its flight from earth to heaven. She was a devoted wife, a tender and faithful mother, scrupulously endeavoring to do her part both for the temporal and spiritual welfare of her family, often laboring in much weakness and suffering, having been an invalid for months. She bore her afflictions with Christian
fortitude. Death is at all times a sad event, but to reach the end of life and roll up the scroll of time and go out into the mysterious beyond- must forever bring a shock upon those who are left behind; but when the tenue of years is full, when the flagging of energies, spent with usefulness, tells that the eventide of life is fully come, it is not strange that death may be looked upon as almost a benediction. Now that this voice is hushed on earth, we can hear the sweet lullaby of our dear cousin, Georgia, as it makes its way through the sky to the paradise of God, where there is purity and peace, the "Eden of home." She is at rest, where no clouds or storms of this life can reach her. She is supported by a heavenly anchor. Death will never knock at the door of that mansion, and in all that land there will not be a single grave. Here we part at the door of the tomb, but in the sweet by and by we will awake in glory and meet a gain at the portals of immortality. Sorrows may howl, like storms and roll like seas, everlasting ages may roll in irresistible sweeps, but in heaven there is no sorrow, no crying, no pain, no death, no more sad goodbys.
She leaves a devoted husband and nine children, who all idolized her, and a host of relatives and friends to lament her death. Dear loved one, we will miss you; your place with us is vacant; we mourn for you, but we do not grieve without hope. We will meet you where there will be no more death, no more sorrow, but where all is happiness and love. Kind friends showed their appreciation of her by the beautiful floral offerings sent to be laid on her grave. Loving hands lowered the flower-laden casket into the bed of evergreens, and then covered
from our earthly eyes forever.
Dr. and Ellen Jamieson.
Columbus Dispatch, Columbus, MS, August 15, 1907
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