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Southern Christian Advocate January 11 1945 issue vol 109 #2 pg 12 col 2
from the Sandor Teszler Library of Wofford College:

Mrs Walter F Stackhouse

Sad, sad, indeed, were the words, the morning of the 22nd of August, that passed from lip to lip, bearing the intelligence that Mrs Walter Stackhouse was dead---that she had gone away into the Great Beyond.

As the Christmas season, that she loved so much and put so much into, approaches, mute now are her lips that spoke so many kind and gentle words; that sympathized with so many hearts in trouble or in sorrow; that promoted so many useful ways to lighten the burden of many in want; that greeted, in her enthusiastic and cordial manner, friends and loved ones; lips that made no complaint, nor gave expression of fear, in the course of the months she spent in the valley of suffering; that never ceased to carry a smile of tenderest love and praise for every attention, thought and movement of a devoted husband.

Closed now, forever, are those expressive eyes, windows of a brave and cheerful soul; that flashed so much beauty, life and meaning into the words she uttered; that were unafraid to face the truth in the spirit of truth; that could flood the hearts of friends with kindly thoughts and tender affections or hurl displeasre to the minds of those who dared to oppose any righteous cause for which she stood.

Cold and still now are the hands that were always so warm and friendly in their greeting; that were ever ready to render help to any one known to be in distress or need; that were ever seeking some worthy thing to do or to serve in some useful mission; that gave her home a warmth and a touch of cheer and happiness that made it to all who entered a place of welcome.

Just a little while before she went away into the Unknown, through very, very weak from a long illness, she sat up on the side of her bed, between her husband and her brother (Dr C B Waller) sitting with her and supporting her, and led in the singing of the first verse of the following hymn, which was so expressive of her faith and meant so much to her, as she doubtless realized, that the end of her life was near at hand:

"What a fellowship, what a joy divine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms,
What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms:
Leaning on Jesus, leaning on Jesus;
Safe and secure from all alarms,
Leaning on Jesus, leaning on Jesus,
Leaning on the everlasting arms."

Marion, SC T C Easterling

Submitted by Carolyn Klear, 22 Sep 2003.

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