Grady County GaArchives Obituaries.....Wamble, Mrs. A. L. March 1914
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The Cairo Messenger, Friday, April 3, 1914
In Memory of Mrs. A. L. Wamble, Age 60 years

There is a reaper whose name is death
And with his cycle keen
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath
And the flowers that grow between.

Oh, what a sad demonstration of this we had, when the grim reaper visited the 
home of Mr. A. L. Wamble on last Friday evening and carried away his dear wife.

This was indeed a sad occurrence, yet not so sad as might have been, for she 
was as pure a Christian as ever passed through this dark vale of sorrow and 
tears.  Death had no terror for her; she did not dread the grim reaper, for she 
was ready to fill the mansion her Redeemer had prepared for her.

It was hard for loved ones and friends (and she numbered them by the score), to 
give her up to the cold embrace of death, yet what a consolation to know she is 
at rest with Jesus.  She stands on yonder shining shore beckoning with out-
stretched arms to loved ones she left behind.  Let us be ready to answer the 
call, for though we may seem to be in the very bloom of life, we are in reality 
standing with our feet in the water's edge of the dark river of death and soon 
too we must cross its twirled waters.

Mrs. Wamble leaves a husband, six sons and three daughters:
Messrs. A. W. and C. F. Wamble of Cairo, W. O, W. H., R. G. and B. B. Wamble of 
Whigham, Mesdames O. E. Maloy and M. E. Gainous of Whigham and Mrs. C. W. 
Joiner of Camilla.

To the sorrowing relatives, we extend our heartfelt sympathy, and would say, 
that although the quivering dart of sorrow has pierced your heart to the very 
depth and no words of comfort can heal the bleeding wounds, be comforted by the 
assurance that though in this life you can never more clasp her to your heart 
or kiss the lips that have been silenced forever by the angel of death, we hope 
to meet her in a better land beyond Jordan's swelling tide.--A Niece 

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