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Barbara Ann Barker Clayton obituary

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Barbara Ann Barker Clayton obituary

Posted: 14 Nov 2007 8:49PM GMT
Classification: Obituary
Surnames: Clayton, Barker, Meriwether
Barbara Ann Barker Clayton [TMSI #1728]
Newspaper unknown (Clipping from Minor Meriwether’s scrapbook)
Date unknown (died July 13, 1879)

Death of Mrs. Barbara A. Clayton

Died, on the morning of the 13th inst., Mrs. Barbara A. Clayton, wife of Hon. A.M. Clayton, of Lamar, Miss., in the 61st year of her age.

She was beloved by all that knew her, for she was one who “loved much,” and with a sympathy not confined to family, or to those who could enhance her comfort and pleasure; but in her useful walk through life, whenever she met distress in mind, body, or estate, she was ready to minister to our common humanity, with her substance and sympathy. No wonder then, that she was a universal favorite, and that hundreds who through her three score years have known her, should call her blessed!

My remembrance of her date before disease had marred form or feature, during her prolonged sufferings; so that to-day she still stands before me, the attractive matron I first knew her, with a face of sunshine, and with that innocent indescribable simplicity of manners that belongs to the higher moral natures, and yet with a certain dignity withal, that won all hearts.

Thanks! That her long sufferings are ended; that the “wearisome body” is at rest! Gone – the burdened mind, the anxious heart, the “long grief and pain: of impending earthly separation – gone forever!

She knew that her Redeemer lived! Knew it, from early girlhood, to ripened age, and lived as one knowing it in thought, and word, and deed. Sorrow and grief are not for her! She, the good, the pure, the true, must go to kindred society, to the spirits of the just made perfect. We are afflicted, but not desolate – no, not desolate: The lawn she walked, the chair, the couch, the trees and flowers, all sacred home memories of her and hers are ours; identified with her presence forever. It is the memories that cluster around such lives as hers, that “smell sweet and blossoms in the dust.”

She died at sunrise. Died when the earth was bright with summer flowers.

“She had another morn than ours!
Unfading, eternal, “for there is no night there.”

Note: She was the daughter of John Walton Barker and Mary Minor Meriwether and the wife of Judge Alexander Mosby Clayton.

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