FUNERAL NOTICE.

The friends and acquaintances of Col. Lewis TUMLIN and wife, are respectively invited to attend the funeral services of the latter, at the Baptist Church, Cartersville, on Thursday morning, at 10 o’clock. 3d inst.

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March 10, 1859
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OBITUARY

Died of Typhoid Fever, Mrs. LUCY ELIZABETH TUMLIN, wife of Col. Lewis Tumlin, and eldest daughter of Mr. Turner and Mrs. Maria L. Goldsmith, at the residence of her husband, near Cartersville, Cass county, Ga., March 1st, 1859, aged 27 years, 2 months and 1 day.

Mrs. Tumlin was baptized into the fellowship of the Wentworth street Baptist Church, Charleston, S. Carolina, in 1846, and ever afterwards continued an humble follower of the meek and lowly Jesus.—No allurements of association or worldliness could win her from devotion to that Savior to whom she had pledged her heart in her happy girlhood.  Ardently attached to her husband, she ever strove to lure him to the paths of righteousness.  Her means and her influence were consecrated to the cause of her Lord, and although generally retiring in her manners and cautiously prudent, she was an efficient worker in His vineyard.

The Baptist Church at Cartersville has in her death, lost an efficient and faithful member; her beloved husband not only a help meet but one who cared for his soul; three dear little children a mother’s tender care, and her pious parents a testimonial of God’s blessing upon their parental faithfulness.  But they mourn not as those without hope.  The Savior whom she loved and served forsook her not while passing over the dark valley.  During her protracted illness, although others expected her recovery, she anticipated death, and prepared for it with resignation, giving various testimonies that she was made sure of her calling and election.  One who was a witness of her last hours writes—“Her attending Physician asked if she had a well grounded hope, to which she replied strongly in the affirmative.  For 48 hours prior to her death she seemed to have a view of Heaven—her incessant exclamations “Oh! How glorious, Oh! How sweet,” and her entire thoughts seemed to be on Jesus—a name she constantly called even in her unconsciousness.  Some hours before her death she was heard to make the following prayer: “My dear Redeemer, look down and have mercy upon me: open thy heart and receive me—receive me, for Jesus’ sake.”

She is laid in the grave! but we will not deplore her,
Though in sorrow and darkness we compass her tomb;
The Savior has passed through its portals before her,
And the lamp of his love was her guide through its gloom;

She is laid in the grave! we no more shall behold her,
Nor tread the rough paths of this life by her side,
But the wide arms of mercy now gently enfold her,
For a sinner she trusted the Sinless had died.

She is laid in the grave! and ‘tis vain to deplore her,
For God was her ransom, her guardian, her guide;
He gave her, He took her, and He will restore her,
For death has no triumph since Jesus has died.

Pastor.