The Clarksburg Telegram., October 30, 1896, page 4
Mrs. Sophia S. Hewes died at her home near the Academy at 5 o’clock Thursday morning. She had been a great sufferer for two months, and was 80 years old. The funeral services took place Friday evening at 3 o’clock and were conducted by Rev. Chas. E. White.
IN MEMORIAM OF SOPHIA S. HEWES
The Clarksburg Telegram., November 06, 1896, page 7
On Thursday morning, October 29th, Mrs. Sophia S. Hewes, wife of Colonel Hewes, departed this life, after a long and painful sickness.
In her death, the town of Clarksburg loses one of its rare historic figures. A quiet little figure, but, on that account, more rare and charming. Her life was essentially a home life. And in that sacred realm, the home life spent itself in loving devotion to home interests and home happiness.
In that quiet retreat, her home love cast over all the place the soft, warm glow of a gentle spirit light. From that calm center went forth life’s radiant beams to support the outward circle and circumference of its quiet workings, and its silent influences, which helped and gladdened all who came within the round of its gifts given in secret, and of its prayers, breathed out from the heart’s unseen, unopened closest.
Like Israel’s devoted women, she frequented the Temple of her Lord in quietness and meekness and all humility, her sole purpose being to wait upon her Lord and serve Him in His earthly courts ; to adore and praise Him for His love and goodness, and to seek His favor and His blessing. In home ; in society, and in church, her life presented a Christlike simplicity and plainness, having, as its chief ornament, the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which, in the sight of God, is of great price.
During her last illness, there was no murmur, nor complaint, nor question, as to its long protracted pain. Life’s ruling spirit was strong to the last in death– the spirit of quiet submission, of calm, unquestioning resignation. In life and in death, she was the Lord’s. And that life, to its close, was a standing invitation to Christ; a living invitation, which spoke for her Saviour, and said in HIs name, “Come unto me and rest.” She walked with God, and then, was not, for God took her.
‘The traveler slept,
But the spirit walked abroad,
Past the mountain, past the cloud.”