OBITUARY.
One More Tie in Heaven.

Mrs. SALLIE FAULK LAND, eldest child of Mr. and Mrs. George Faulk, of Twiggs county, was born September 16th, 1856, and died at her home, near them March 6th, 1877.  As the sun sank to rest behind the western horizon, and left the earth in darkness, so her sweet spirit vanished and left her home in gloom.

The deceased was educated at Salem, N. C., and was married October 20th, 1874 to Mr. J. T. Land, eldest son of Mr. Nathan Land, of this county.  Surely never had hearts and hands been more happily joined than in the union of these two; but when they had but little more than commenced the journey of life together, death comes and separates them for awhile.  They did not in their devotion to each other forget the adoration due to their Maker, and at the beginning of their married life, consecrated themselves to His service by uniting with the church.

Darling Sallie was gifted, in a rare degree, with all the accomplishments that adorn a perfect woman; and with a temperament and address that won all hearts to her, she made to her husband, their home “the dearest spot on earth.”

Hers was a loving, trusting nature, devoted in her attachments and kind and charitable in her every feeling; she was in return loved by all who knew her.  The many sweet charms of person and mind which she possessed, had made her almost an idol with her doting parents and loving husband.  Oh! How hard to part with such a treasure.  Added to all her endowments, to her host of friends, and to her accomplishments was a future of brilliant promise of usefulness and happiness.  Seemingly there was nothing to mar the joy of her young life, and to short-sighted humanity it does appear that Death might have stayed for awhile his cruel stroke, and left her to realize the fruition of her desires, and blessed her society the husband who so justly idolized her.

Never has affliction fallen heavier than upon the hearts of the bereaved ones, but there is consolation in the knowledge that the Lord loveth whom He chasteneth, and it should comfort them to know that dear little Sallie had experienced but few of the trials and sorrows of life.  Her pathway was ever strewn with earth’s sweetest flowers; and God in His infinite wisdom has transferred her to a realm of perfect bliss, where the heart is never sad and the flowers never fade.

“Where’er He sees a smile too bright,
Or heart too pure for taint and vice,
He bears it to that world of light,
To dwell in paradise.”

Our grief is too deep for human consolation, and we must look above for that balm that can all our sorrows heal.  Sister Sallie has only preceded us in the Heavenward march.  A few fleeting years, and perhaps only days, will have rolled by, and our barques too will be anchored on the other shore.

“Then weary and bereaved ones
Droop not, faint not, by the way;
Ye shall join the loved and lost ones,
In the land of perfect day.
Harp-strings touched by angels fingers,
Murmur in my raptured ear;
Evermore their sweet tones linger,
We shall meet each other there.”

A SISTER.