Horry County ScArchives Obituaries.....Bell, Sallie Ayers November 15, 1908
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Horry Herald December 3, 1908
Sallie Ayers Bell

On November 15th, just as the night had wrapped the earth in her mantle of 
darkness Sallie Ayers Bell left its prison house of clay and was wafted to 
that bright land that knows no night, for the Lamb is the light thereof. 
Sallie was a bright, interesting child, intelligent and happy. The early 
ending of such a bright, promising life we can’t understand, but we should not 
let our hearts be troubled. God knows the way. He holds the key. He guides 
with an unerring hand. Sometimes with tearless eyes we’ll see. Yes, there up 
there we’ll understand, Sallie’s death has left her home desolated. She was 
the only child of her loving parents. How they will miss that loving voice and 
pleasant face that have cheered their home for these seven years. Look above 
for that beautiful beckoning hands that are calling unto you to meet her up 
there.




Grieve not fond parents for the absent one,
The Lord has lovingly called her home
To be happy forever more.

Remember that to you she was only given,
To nurture and train for him. 
And now he has taken her back to heaven
Where she’ll know no sorrow or sin,
Good bye little Sallie, it won’t be long,
Before we shall cross death’s river
Oh, may we join you in that ransomed throng and sing God’s praise forever.

S. E. A. 

Horry Herald December 10, 1908
Lines on the Death of Sallie Ayers Bell

(1)
Peacefully lay her down to rest,
Place the turf kindly over her breast
Sweet is the slumbers beneath the sod,
While the pure soul is resting with God.
(2)
Close to her low and narrow house,
Graceful waves ye willow boughs,
Flowers of the wild woods you odor shed,
Over the holy, beautiful dead.
(3)
Why should we linger to wee around the tomb,
Sorrow shall vex her no more,
Never a shadow of trouble of gloom,
There with glorified spirit to reign,
To live with loved ones gone before,
Free from pain, resting in the heavenly land.
Sunday School Teacher

Wampee, S. C. 

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