Jasper County Democrat, Volume 20, Number 21, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 June 1917 — MRS. J. G. MORRIS OBITUARY [ARTICLE]

MRS. J. G. MORRIS OBITUARY

Sarah Jane Davis, daughter of Thomas J. Davis and Maria Ball Davis, was born January 3, 1 843, near Connersville, Fayette eount~y,

Indiana, and passed to her, reward June 2, 1917, after a very brief illness. At the age of 11 years her family moved to Madison county, Indiana, where she resided until her marriage, February 5, 1863, to John Guthrie Morris. In September of this same year this young couple came to Mt. Gilboa, Benton county, and settled on a farm where they resided for twelve years. In 18'75, with their little family, they settled on the home farm one-half mile south of Remington. ' , ; ; < Two children, Clara D., aged 14 years, and Josephine E., aged 3 months," preceded their mother to the heavenly home. -Five children, Mrs. Jennie B. Hollingsworth, Atchison, Kansas; Mrs. Dora A. Hart, Anderson, Indiana; Dr. William J. Morris; Redlands, California; Mrs. Mary M. Chappell and Miss Pearl Morris, Remington; seven grandchildren, four brothers and two sisters bare left to mourn with the bereaved husband and father. At the' age' of l 'r> years she was converted and joined the United Brethren church, being a faithful member until she moved to Mt. Gilboa, when she united with the church of her husband’s faith and throughout a long, beautiful life practiced the teachings of such faith,, leaning heavily upon the arm of Him who Wept with Mary and Martha at the tomb of our Brother. Active in every interest of; her church she especially loved her missionary society arid the Sunday school work. The keynote of her life was spirituality, the source of i her strength, the teachings of the Master. The call of humanity even reached her heart, so her deeds of kindness reached far, as neighbors, friends and the passers-by well know. I Active and interested in many I things, when the call came, this , true wife and good mother, answered only a few hours before she I passed away: “Maybe Jesus wants me. I hope he does.” Sunset and evening star, And one clear 'f-all for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea. But such a tide as mdving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam. When that which drew from out the boundless deep, Turns again home. Twilight and. evening bell, And after that the dark, And may there be no sadness of farewell When I embark. For tho’ from out ouF bourne of time and place The flood may bear me far I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have cros’t the bar. • «