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Miss Lizzie Ritch

 
The Paulding New Era
Dallas, Georgia
 
23 Jan 1885
 
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Some weeks ago there appeared in the local columns of the Douglasville Star a brief notice of the death of Miss Lizzie Ritch, daughter of Hon. H.C. and Mrs. Sallie Ritch, of Paulding county, Georgia. Her memory deserves a more extended notice. She was the only daughter of fond and devoted parent; they delighted to gratify her wishes and to see her happy. It might be truthfully said that to a great extent she was the presiding divinity of the household, and relieved a feeble mother of many of its burdens and anxieties. The father too often profited by her good judgment, for she seemed to have an intuitive perception of the more prudential course or the better plan to pursue.

Her brief young life seems now like the memory of a pleasant dream. But loving hearts wake up to the sad realization that it is but a dream and the once loved form is cold and dead and moldering back to dust again. Her death produced a profound impression on a wife circle of relatives and friends. She was highly esteemed, and those that knew her loved her more. She was accomplished, loved books and the current literature of the day; was fond of music and the association of the more intelligent and refined. She had a taste for the beautiful and the adornments of home exhibit, her artistic skill; but now they are but the sad mementoes of her who was once its light, its music and song.

She had been a member of the M.E. church South for several years and felt deeply interested in the Sabbath school and in the completion of the beautiful country church near Brownsville. To her untiring zeal the church is greatly indebted for their sacramental service. About two months before her death she was elected president of the Woman’s Missionary Society. The writer witnessed her maidenly reserve at the time, but she did not live to preside and the place death has made vacant must be filled by another.

Her sickness was protracted; at one time the prospect was fair for her recovery, but a sudden relapse crushed the fond hopes of friends, and loving and prayerful sympathy and the skill of the physician were all unavailing, and death triumphed. Robed for the grave and placed in a beautiful casket, the remains were carried into the parlor. Her classmates of the Sabbath school sang a song, but her voice did not this time mingle with theirs. The organ was silent and the book was open at the hymn she played and sung the last time. A very large crowd was present at the burial. Tenderly she was laid away to her dreamless sleep to await the voice of the Resurrection Angel.

How many sad memories sweep over my heart—visions of loved ones crowd about me. Shall I find again my lost jewels and those I so much loved in this wave of tears—a few fleeting years and then Heaven will repeat the story of our grief’s and joys. J.B.C. Quillian.



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