MySource:Genebug2/Sullivan County Democrat (5)

1860 DIED, On Saturday morning, October 20th, of an affection of the lung, MARY WILSON, wife of Henry K. Wilson, Esq., in the 40th year of her age. It is with no ordinary feelings of emotion that we seat ourselves to record the death of this estimable lady. For more than three years we were an inmate of the family over which she presided, and we can safely say that few knew her better. She possessed in the eminent degree all the virtues which adorn the female character, prominent among which were her gentleness, amiability, and kindness of heart. While we lived in her family, she supplied the place of a mother to us, for weeks of the time we were prostrated on a sick bed, and to her attentive and unremitting care we are perhaps indebted for our life. No sacrifice was too great for her to make to minister to our comfort, or to gratify our wants, whether imaginary or real. In the relations of a wife, Mrs. Wilson was obedient, affectionate and faithful, as a mother she was loving and gentle, bestowing great care on the training of her children, in which she was successful; as the mistress of a mansion, she was incomparably neat, industrious, economical, and hospitable to an extreme as hundreds of visitors at her house well know. She was a lady of strong natural acquirements, yet was modest and retiring. Her inclination and her duties kept her much at home and in the home circle her pleasures were found and there, too, were her many excellencies best known and appreciated. In early life she made a profession of the Christian Religion, a character she sustained without reproach to the day of her death. Her sickness lasted near twenty months and during all her protracted suffering, her faith remained unshaken, patiently looking forward to a happy release. She was prepared and willing to die-- her only regret being at leaving a number of young children. May God, who tempers the wind to the shorn lamb, guide and protect them! Closed now, in death is the eye that so often beamed on us in kindness and with welcome; hushed is that sweet, low-toned voice that rarely spoke in anger, and so frequently in words of admonition and advice to us. Closed to us here, but unsealed in that happier land whither she has gone to join the angel band which sing their Creator's praise, "while circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere."