In Memoriam—Annie Leak
Steele
Annie Leak Steele, younger daughter of Col. Walter Leak and
Mary Little Steele, entered into life eternal on Friday, March 7, 1919. The angel
of death came to her swiftly, but at the last she fell asleep as does a little
child.
On Sunday afternoon impressive services were held in the
home which overflowed with friends and masses of loveliest flowers paying their
last tribute of affection when the sacred words were read, giving over the
precious soul into the Everlasting Arms. The casket, covered with an exquisite
pall of white roses, was born by intimate friends, and as the evening sun went
down, she was laid to rest with infinite trust in a glorious resurrection, near
her mother and father in the old family cemetery, there to await the dawn of
the Sun of Righteousness.
The passing of Anne Steele touches a circle larger than the
large family circle and the inner home circle of which she was the light and
life. Descended from ancestors who represented the best of the old life of the
South, she was born in the home where she lived always—a home noted for its
hospitality, whose doors were open at all times to friends in joy or in the
deepest sorrow. Her life was one of active, loving service. Ever faithful and
loyal to the church she loved; generous and unselfish, and eager always to help
others. The extent of her kindly deeds will never be known of men, for her
goodness was without ostentation. Absolutely straightforward, frank and honest
in all things, and without guile she dwelt among us and loved life. Yet, in
human judgment with everything to live for, when the Summons came there was not
a murmur. She had no fears to shed. The memory of the wonderful faith and
courage and sweetness, that almost transfigured those last days as her spirit
hovered near the great white throne, will remain as a gift of something great
and beautiful beyond words to describe.
With the peace of God that passes all understanding in her
heart, and in her face its light reflected, it was only the close of a perfect
day, and all was well. Though sunset and night came soon and life closed in its
full bloom, the word untimely cannot be used, for God makes no mistakes, and
the mystery will vanish when the day breaks and the shadows flee away. The
fragrance and influence of such a life and death will linger, and we may go our
ways comforted, serenely confident of what was hers at the end of the day.
--E.S.
Mrs. Bertha Covington
The Death Angel visited the home of Mr. and Mrs. Henry Smith
Sunday night, March 23rd, and took their daughter, Mrs. Bertha
Covington, after several months of sickness. She was a good and loving girl and
bore her pains patiently till the Lord took her home to live with Him where all
is love and no sickness enters there. She will be missed, but God doeth all
things well. She leaves her father and mother and two sisters and two brothers
and a little girl, Hollie May, about four years old, and a host of friends to
mourn her death. May God comfort the sad hearts in their grief.
“Safe in the arms of
Jesus,
Safe on His gentle
breast;
There by his love
overshadowed,
Sweetly my soul shall
rest.”
--Beulah Monroe,
Entwistle
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