Newton County GaArchives Obituaries.....Pitts, Ora S.  August 9 1884
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The Georgia Enterprise, August 29, 1884
OBITUARY
     Ora S. Pitts, daughter of Dr. T. N. and Mrs. S. J. Pitts, died in 
Covington, Ga., August 9, 1884, aged 18 years, 3 months and 11 days.
     There was something very remarkable about her birth and death. She was born
on Saturday night, when the moon with its soft radiance lighted up both earth
and sky, and when her spirit yielded to the call of death, it was Saturday 
night, and the moon's pale light softened the stillness of that solemn hour.
For one year relentless disease preyed upon her body, and though she became more
emaciated under its wasting power, she suffered very little pain. She was so
cheerful, patient and unselfish, and while she saw others rejoicing in healthful
vigor, she would say in reference to herself; "Mamma, its all for the best."
Just before she died, she lovingly asked each member of her family to meet her
in Heaven, expressed herself as loving her savior, and felt fully prepared to 
journey through the Valley of Shadows, and then, without a struggle, fell asleep
in death. Her departure was so calm and free from pain, only like a wearied
soul lying down to needed rest.
     On Sabbath evening at 4 o'clock the funeral sermon was preached at the 
Baptist church, by Rev. J. M. Brittain, from I Cor. 15, 57. At the close of the
service a large, sorrowing congregation followed her body to the cemetery, for 
she was greatly beloved by all. As long as her health would admit, she was a 
regular attendant at the Baptist Sabbath School, where she is sadly missed.
  With solemn step we formed around the grave and,
As we gently lowered her body to rest,
  And covered it o'er with clay and flowers,
The sun was sinking in the far distant west,
  Filling the clouds with his crimson bowers.

The Sabbath of Earth was coming to a close,
  Its sweetness oft ceased at the twilight hour;
The sabbath of Heaven has no merciless foes,
  To disturb its bliss or weaken its power.

Our Dear Friend we feel has entered the throng,
  Where sighs and tears are utterly unknown;
Where Angels and saints in Anthem and Song,
  Unceasingly praise the Lamb on His Throne.

May "He who doeth all things well," sanctify this sad dispensation
of His Providence to the good of Father, Mother and Sister, so that 
the family may be re-united in Heaven.

Covington, Ga., Aug. 10, 1884 J. M. B.


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