Obituary: Mrs. Sallie Boynton, 13 Sep 1892 - Smith County, TX Contributed by Vicki Betts 12 January 2003 Copyright. All rights reserved. http://usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm *********************************************************************** TEXAS CHRISTIAN ADVOCATE, October 6, 1892, p. 7, c. 4 BOYNTON.—Mrs. Sallie Boynton, wife of Rev. Thomas W. Boynton, of the East Texas Conference, died in Elkhart, Texas, September 13, 1892, aged twenty-six years. She was baptized in infancy and brought up in the Presbyterian Church in Tyler, Texas, assuming publicly the vows of that Church at thirteen years of age. She was married to Bro. Boynton by Rev. D. F. C. Timmons, in Tyler, September 18, 1889, and at once became a member of the Methodist Episcopal Church, South. Her maiden name was Hill. The next year after their marriage Bro. Boynton raveled Crockett Circuit as a supply, Rev. U. B. Phillips, Presiding Elder. I was on Crockett Station and was Sister Boynton's pastor that year, and as the circuit parsonage was in Crockett, she was much with my family, and by her rare common sense, goodness of heart and devotion to her husband's work, won her way to all our hearts. Bro. Boynton was admitted on trial into the conference at the close of his year on Crockett Circuit, and assigned to Palestine (now Elkhart) Mission, with the writer as his Presiding Elder; hence I have been most intimately associated with her for three years, and I say candidly, taken all in all, I have known few better women than she. She was a frail, delicate little creature, and withal a cripple, using a crutch, but a braver, truer heart never throbbed in a woman's bosom than beat in hers. No thoughts of the trials, hardships, or disappointments of itinerant life ever daunted her for one minute. Her highest ambition was to cheer and help her husband on to a successful ministerial life. When he was admitted on trial in the conference two years ago her joy scarcely knew any bounds. I shall never forget the radiance of her sweet face when she met me and poured out her words of gratitude to me and others who had spoken and voted for his admission. But she is gone and a wide circle of friends mourn what seems her untimely taking off. She was buried at Tyler. A letter from Bro. Timmons, who married and buried her, says: I want to give you a few expressions heard here from those who knew her best, such as: "She was the whitest-souled woman I ever knew;" "she never offended in word;" "my life has been made better by association with her." She was sick but five days, and fell, unexpectedly, asleep in Jesus. Farewell, dear sister, your traveling days are done, but the aroma of thy sweet, beautiful life—sweet as ever exhaled from jessamine or rose—lingers behind you and falls like the dew of Hermon upon our sore and stricken hearts. Thou art gone from us, but not forgotten. No, no; sweet thoughts of thee, like white-winged angels, come trooping up and whisper to us the promise of the Lord: "Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord from henceforth: yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors, and their works do follow them." May the blessings of God be on our sorrowing brother, and all who mourn with him. J. T. SMITH. PALESTINE, TEXAS.