Elizabeth Richardson 

At the dawn of day when the birds were singing sweet praises to their maker, the glorious sun had just commenced to scale the crystal walls of Heaven, and for another day all nature seemed grand; but in one house, all was grief and sadness. At that hour the precious soul of our Mother, Mrs. John Richardson, left all of this earthly scenes for Heaven's bright home.

The subject of this sketch was born February 27, 1839, in Marshall County, Miss., and was married to Rev. John Richardson February 18, 1857, and joined Brooks' Chapel Church in 1854. From that time she lived the life of a pure Christian. She leaves four daughters and two sons to mourn her loss. She died of Paralysis. As a mother, the sweetest that God ever gave to Children, and how we miss her: What is home without a mother. Ah, so lonely a vacancy that no other can ever fill. It seemed so hard to give our mother up, but it is God's will, and we know when she awoke from the slumber of earth into a realm which has only one season of everlasting love. Through these many years Mother has been storing treasures in Heaven. She has gone now to reap her reward, and we feel sure her crown will be bright. Her sufferings were great in her last hours, but Jesus was there. He alone can comfort our broken hearts; He knows it all, and in our deepest trouble Jesus is ever ready to help us through, in the bright beyond where there is no death.

There is no death. An angel form walks o'er the earth with silent tread. He bears our best loved ones away, and then we call them dead. And ever near us, though unseen, the dear immortal spirits tread. For all the boundless Universe in life, there are no dead.