aneurism of the temporal artery, from which no serious or fatal results
were apprehended. She had recovered sufficiently to enjoy rides and
walks in the city. She was attacked with lock-jaw--eminent medical
skill, friendship and love stretched out their hands to save her, but
could not. She was transplanted to the land of the blessed, where her
pure spirit now blooms in a more congenial clime. So short awhile, she
lived in sun and shade,
"And Nature said a fairer flower Had never bloomed."
The writer has known her from early childhood. She professed religion
when ten years old; was early left an orphan, and has since then lived
with her uncle Mr. Volney Cavitt, where she has had every care and
attention.
Lizzie was a bright and beautiful girl, possessed of superior talent,
hopeful and cheerful as a sunbeam. She graduated a few months since at
Chappell Hill, Texas, but being studious she wished to continue at
school. Her unselfish disposition, engaging manners, won love and
admiration from all. She was indeed the pride and joy of a loving uncle,
aunt and aged grandmother--the light and blessing of their home. She is
dead--lost to earth, but in heaven will be found a bright and beautiful
angel. The dispensations of Providence are often strange and painfully
mysterious. The bereaved family and friends may never know why Lizzie,
so young, lovely and accomplished was taken, but in a brighter and
better world they may see, where associations are more permanent and
Joys eternal. Her remains were brought back to Wheelock and interred by
the side of her father, where she sleeps, awaiting the resurrection
morn.
"The angels came down in the silence of night,
And bore her away to the realms of light;
They kissed her sweet lips, they touched her fair brow,
And Lizzie, dear Lizzie, wears a coronet now."
Wheelocks Oct. 26, 1879. G.
Mr. Newton C. Duncan, an old bachelor friend of the Volney Cavitts in
Wheelock was much admired by all his friends and acquaintances as a true
and expert appraiser of livestock, a good rancher, fine neighbor and
trustworthy friend. It was for him that Vol's son, James Volney (Jim)
named his fourth son, Sheridan Duncan Cavitt.
Mr. Duncan lived neighbor to the Cavitts for a lifetime. They all knew
his habits and goings and comings as though he were a member of the
family. Like most men who lived alone Mr. Newt slept in all his clothes
except his britches and boots....that is, his unionsuit and shirt were
his night attire as well as the basic under attire of the daytime.
Many young ladies of the community had thought (or been told by their
Mas) what a fine catch Mr. Duncan would be for any girl, but he had been
wary and remained a bachelor until well past his fortieth birthday. Then
Wheelock got a pretty new schoolteacher who won him and the unexpected
happened....Mr. Newt got married. The new state of wedded existance did
not change his habits and often in the eery light of four a.m. someone
would ride up, bang on the side of the house and yell for Newt to come
help him with cattle, judge a bunch of steers being driven through....or
go with the caller on some mission. Mr. Newt would rise, without
lighting a lamp, thrust his leg into his britches as he stuffed the
shirt-tail into the top and his feet into his big boots, pulling
gallowses over the shoulders as he left the door of his room....never
taking a look at himself at all.
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seen or touched. It must be felt with the heart.
Helen Keller
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Goethe
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