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Lillian Armstrong Tevis was born June 9, 1870, died Aug. 19, 1906, aged 36 years. United in marriage to Dr. Edwin R. Tevis Nov. 7, 1899. To this union two chil dren were born, Eleanor Armstrong, six years old, Mary Atlanta, 16 months old. She united with the Methodist church under the pastorate of Rev. W. B. Har gitt. During the meeting of last winter, conducted by Rev. J. W. Hanger, she was converted and ever afterwards often talked of the sweetness and pleasures of those who were trying to live for Christ, possessing a mind of unusual brightness and manners charmingly affable and sympathetic, she readily caused the love and esteem of those she was brought in contact. For the past year, by reason of an af fection of the heart, her life was continu ously trembling in the most sensitive balance, and it became apparent to her friends during the past summer that she was suffering from a fatal disease, that her life was ebbing slowly but surely away. She seemed to be conscious of the approaching end and with that con sciousness there came to her the brave spirit of resignation and the braver spirit of doing her duty to the last, letting sun shine radiate from her face only helpful ness from her hands. The angel who is ever tenderer and gentler than her sister sleep had watched at her bedside so long that she recognized her as the blessed angel of succor and peace and on that holy Sabbath evening the sun sinks in the western horizon its departing rays flung their somber shad ows around her home, then the angel gathered her arms about her—her head fell upon her shoulder even as she went and lo she was at rest in the monsions of her Father's house. “‘Sisten, thou wast mild and lovely, Gentle as the summer breeze, Pleasant as the air of evening, When it floats among the trees.” “Peaceful be thy silent slumber, Peaceful in the grave so low, Thou no more will join our number, Thou no more our cares shall know.” “Dearest sister, thou hast left us, Here thy loss we deeply feel, But ‘tis God that has bereft us; He can all our sorrow heal.” ‘“Yet again we hope to meet thee, When the day of life is fled, ‘Then in Heaven with joy to greet thee, Where no farewell tear is shed.”
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Brooksburg Sun
Brooksburg, Indiana, US
Thu, Aug 30, 1906
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