On Wednesday evening, May 4th, as the soft twilight was losing itself in the soften rays of the moon, a gentle spirit passed from earth to realms of bliss unknown to mortals.

How sweet to exchange the feeble light of this world for that light which shines more and more unto the perfect day. How blessed to be released from a life of suffering and pain to one of unmingled joy and peace; happy exchange of a home on earth where hope and fears alternate rise, for one of full fruition beyond the skies. And after bearing the heat and burden of the day, how sweet “To pass over the river and rest under the shade” to shelter beneath those wings, which are constantly outspread to receive, protect and shelter his loving children, and there through one eternal now to join the angelic choir in singing praises unto Our God.

Thus Mrs. Martha A. Durham, for many years a great sufferer, toiled beneath the heavy weight of affliction, but bore it all with patience, looking forward to the time when her sufferings would cease, when she would exchange her cross for a crown. She lived an humble Christian, honoring Christ in her life and he honored her by giving her the happy assurance of his presence at the trying moment of separation from her loved ones, consisting of a devoted husband and five children, who will mourn their loss, when the world has forgotten the dead.

The deceased was aged --- years, ---- months, ---- days. She was the wife of Mr. F. M. Durham, clerk of Bartow Superior court, was beloved by all who knew her, as the host of sorrowing friends who followed the remains to the cemetery proved. God in mercy comfort the heart of him whose home has been left without a heart. Oh! What is home when the heart is not.