IBRARY 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF CAL IFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES
 
 EVIE BROWN
 
 6V 
 
 FOREWORD 
 
 This is written of the dead, through love and of 
 knowledge love that knew no dimming, knowl- 
 edge grounded in a sympathetic comradeship, run- 
 ning from youth to age. By Fate's ordering, there 
 were lapses of years when the comrades knew each 
 only casually how the other fared. But that made 
 
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 nothing against the bond. It needed but a hand- 
 clasp, a look in the eyes, and we were as though the 
 
 silent years had never been. 
 
 $ So much as a foundation for what follows. This 
 
 is not an estimate, for only eternity can show an 
 adequate one. It is but an imperfect setting forth 
 
 o . of the human side. Of this, love was the keynote, 
 duty the law and rule duty so nobly conceived, 
 
 o it took account of what she owed herself. To this 
 end she was an eager student, but through all her 
 
 ^ study, like a golden thread in a varied web, ran a 
 
 < fine selflessness. Knowing well her unusual gifts, 
 she felt it laid upon her to use them for humanity, 
 
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 also that she could do that best by speaking in the 
 Master's name, upholding with all her strength of 
 heart and brain the Master's cause. 
 
 Religion was life to her she breathed it, exhaled 
 it. But never was there a soul farther removed from 
 bigotry, less afflicted with sanctimony. Loving the 
 Lord her God so well, the love overflowed to all 
 His children. She was quick to see, and to stand 
 for, the right; brave to condemn wrong, yet wholly 
 without rancor. She had that largeness which dis- 
 sociates the wrong from the human entity back of it. 
 In all our long and far-reaching talks I never heard 
 from her one bitter sentence. Neither did she ever 
 in my presence speak one word that might wound 
 or abash a listener. 
 
 Yet she was far from lacking discrimination, and 
 was mistress of a sparkling wit, of a delicately bal- 
 anced humor. It made her able, even in discussing 
 such recondite matters as the Final Perseverance of 
 die Saints, to laugh at a good retort, a phrase well 
 turned, a point well taken, yet all the while to hold 
 fast to her own plane of belief. 
 
 She was supremely w'ell born, of clean, straight, 
 vigorous American stock, keeping still a touch of 
 Scotch canniness, and Covenanting strictness of faith.
 
 She was even more supremely well bred, growing to 
 womanhood without the hampering of poverty, the 
 burden of great riches. After a sort, she was the 
 flame on the family hearth, the source of light and 
 warmth to father, mother, and trooping brothers, 
 And then there was laid about her the snare of op- 
 portunity to become vain, idle, selfish, careless, in- 
 stead of what she was. I think if a real heart- 
 misgiving ever came to her, it was in the dim fear 
 that she might disappoint in some fashion those who 
 so lovingly made for her every manner of oppor- 
 tunity. They realized her unusualness, none better. 
 Being normal and human, they desired for her de- 
 served recognition. She won it, in the fullest meas- 
 ure, though not perhaps exactly as her pastor and 
 masters had dreamed of it for her. But by simply 
 living her life, being herself, setting the example it 
 was given her to do, she achieved more than if Fame 
 had trumpeted her name to the far corners of earth. 
 She found "the profession of woman" sufficient for 
 the biggest heart, the most alert brain. And thereby 
 she made herself an exemplar to womankind. 
 
 Withal, she was happy almost as happy as she 
 deserved to be. She knew losses and crosses. Grief 
 
 did not pass her by any more than joy. Out of the 
 
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 bitter her soul distilled some part of its sweetness. 
 The last time we met, harking back to our youth- 
 time, I had somehow a sense of opening a long-closed 
 coffer, and breathing thence the perfume of dead 
 roses. 
 
 She has gone to these roses of yesterday gone 
 into the Great Beyond, where remaineth a rest for 
 the people of God, and His peace which endureth 
 forever. His mercy unfailing abode with her to 
 the end the Dark Way was so brief a passage. 
 So with tears of happiness we say goodbye to her 
 
 "A spirit that went out, 
 And left upon the mountain tops of Death 
 A light that made them lovely." 
 
 MARTHA McCuLLocH WILLIAMS. 
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 LIFE SKETCH 
 
 There is a picture in my mind of an April morn- 
 ing in 1848, and of a house a home in Clarks- 
 ville, Tennessee, that seemed to be dreaming in the 
 spring sunshine, so hushed that day were its rooms 
 and corridors. Entering through its shaded door- 
 way, I see a troop of small boys. Their hearts are 
 riotous with out-of-doors, their breasts perhaps stir- 
 ring with rebellion and the desire to "tell Mother" 
 what has gone awry while she remained so strangely 
 inaccessible. "Aunt Marthy's" hand admits them 
 to their mother's room. They meet her peaceful 
 eyes, they feel her gentle touch on each head in 
 turn, and hear her say, "Are you being a good boy, 
 Son?" They find themselves kissing an incredibly 
 small pink hand, and gazing at the features of a 
 doll-sized sleeping being "Little Sister!" In a 
 moment they are in the hall again, and "Is it Sun- 
 day?" darts through the mind. Their lips feel so 
 queer and soft, as if a rose-petal had brushed against 
 them. And a new feeling is tugging at each heart, 
 a feeling that never left any of them again; that 
 "Sister" was somehow uniquely precious, to be 
 
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 teased, perhaps, but also to be cherished, revered and 
 protected to the last. 
 
 Something like this must have been the dawning 
 hour of her life. The eighth child of her parents, 
 she was in infancy, as throughout her life, the be- 
 loved of many. Perhaps her heart thus early 
 learned to embrace more loves than most of us can 
 claim. 
 
 She was the daughter of Joshua Brown and Eva- 
 lina Susan Bailey. Her father was a man of strong 
 convictions and austere piety, respected in the com- 
 munity. He was in 1826 one of the organizers of 
 the Baptist Church in Clarksville, and remained a 
 deacon in this church for fifty years. His wife was 
 a woman of such exceptional gentleness and loveli- 
 ness of heart that after forty years a faint fragrance 
 of her life lingers around the scene of it. One 
 guesses that the all-embracing charity and habitual 
 serenity of the daughter were some of the mother's 
 legacies to her. 
 
 Her school days began when she was six years 
 old, and until her graduation at seventeen she was 
 continuously the pupil of the noted educator. Dr. 
 Ring. Thereafter, and following soon upon the 
 close of the war, some time was spent at Mrs. Mc- 
 Cauley's Seminary in New York City. Here she 
 studied French and music, the most valued accom- 
 plishments of young ladyhood in that period. On 
 
 her return to Clarksville, she entered upon the happy 
 
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 years that come only to a girl in the flush of youth, 
 surrounded by friends, sheltered in a loving home. 
 This bright chapter came to an end in 1 87 1 , when 
 the death of her mother caused the family to leave 
 Clarksville with its poignant memories, and to re- 
 move to Nashville. Thereafter she was at some 
 periods the home-maker for her father and brothers; 
 at other times, freed from the duties of housewife, 
 she interested herself in study along various lines. 
 But always, until her father's death in 1882, she 
 was his constant companion. Her subsequent life 
 was kaleidoscopic in its changes, including travel 
 and study here and there. But with the exception 
 of a brief period with an aunt in Paris, Tennessee, 
 she always thought of Nashville as her home. And 
 in Nashville, four years before her death, she estab- 
 lished herself, with her brother, in a congenial en- 
 vironment where hospitality was a joy to those who 
 gave and those who received it. She was never 
 happier than when she extended its welcome to 
 friends and kindred. 
 
 Hers was a varied life, we have said. But in 
 this variety there was unity, for everything she did 
 was the expression of some phase of her aspiration. 
 She felt a great interest in the subject of education, 
 and in educational theory. Two years spent at Nor- 
 mal Park, Illinois, were full of growth and gain. 
 She often in later years referred with appreciation 
 
 to the genius of the place, Colonel Parker; and be- 
 
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 came at that time thoroughly imbued with the ideas 
 of Froebel. At other periods she gave herself to the 
 study and practice of one or another theory of physi- 
 cal culture. To her the body was always the temple 
 of the soul, and as such she wished to keep it through- 
 out life beautiful and strong, as its Maker meant 
 it to be. She passionately desired perfection of 
 every kind. The supine indolence that hastens and 
 causes infirmities, calling itself meanwhile by the 
 sacred name of resignation, was not in her. She 
 rejoiced for many years in her strength. And when 
 at last that began to be taken from her, she fought 
 for it quietly, smilingly, hopefully, every inch of the 
 way, brave in defeat. 
 
 In this, as in other things, religious principle was 
 finely, imperceptibly blended with noble instinct. 
 Her attitude toward the physical, an attitude that 
 so far transcended asceticism, was partly the result 
 of conviction, but also the outcome of her native 
 joy in every beautiful thing. Herein she was rich. 
 Many of us who have been with her in the woods 
 will not forget her delight in a richly shaded leaf or 
 a spray of autumn berries. Such a treasure she 
 would bring home with her, cherishing it while it 
 lasted as if it were a sentient thing. Fabrics of fine 
 texture and coloring gave her the same pleasure. 
 Yet it was notable that her admirations were in no 
 way based (as are so many of our standards) upon 
 
 the costliness of the article. If it lacked beauty, it 
 
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 lacked, let others value it as they would. Similarly 
 she was no more a respecter of persons than was her 
 Master of Nazareth. She made no more of social 
 distinctions than did He, or the child whom he "set 
 in the midst of them." Nothing could have amazed 
 any of us more than to hear her assert her claim to 
 "ladyhood." And no title was ever less disputed. 
 She magnified her Master, and loved her fellows too 
 truly to think of herself with egoism. Toward the 
 exceptional prosperity that came to her, her attitude 
 was perhaps remarkable. She believed unwavering- 
 ly that it was the fullfillment of the promise made to 
 the givers of tithes, and thought of herself in all sim- 
 plicity as the steward of her means. 
 
 Her devotion to the church, which is elsewhere 
 recorded, was almost lifelong. As a girl of seven- 
 teen, she had united with the church in Clarksville, 
 and from that time to the end her "fervor and profit- 
 ing" increased. I have heard her say of her conver- 
 sion that it was singularly free from the emotional 
 element, that her decision was calm, reasoned, and 
 deliberate, after study and thought. She was one 
 who could say truly, "I was glad when they said 
 unto me, Let us go into the House of the Lord." 
 
 These pages would not show her as the buoyant, 
 wholesome being she was, if they failed to remind 
 us that she was humorous and fun-loving. We like 
 to remember that we have oftener seen her eyes 
 
 dimmed by tears of mirth than by those of grief, and 
 
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 to recall how we have heard her voice break with 
 laughter as she related, and relished, some bit of life's 
 comedy that had come to her notice. 
 
 Perhaps her most salient qualities, after all, were 
 two. God's confirmation gift to her was her life- 
 giving faith, the deep religious joy that abode in her. 
 His birthday gift had been a nature all sweetness 
 and light, which shone with sunny approval upon 
 God's world, and felt it truly His. 
 
 "Blessing she is: God made her so, 
 And deeds of week-day holiness 
 Fall from her, noiseless as the snow, 
 Nor has she ever chanced to know 
 That aught were easier than to bless. 
 
 "She hath no scorn of common things; 
 
 And though she seems of other birth, 
 Round us her heart entwines and clings, 
 
 And patiently she folds her wings, 
 To tread the humble paths of earth." 
 
 Suddenly, mysteriously, incredibly, she is lost to 
 our sight. Our senses still, like bewildered children, 
 go seeking her, expecting her, everywhere. The life 
 that began in the springtime, that never knew, in any 
 sense, the sere and yellow leaf, on a May morning 
 set forth "once more on its adventure brave and 
 new." To those of us who have loved her for years, 
 it is sweet to linger over the thought of her, to attempt 
 to say to each other what she was. To these little 
 
 ones of her blood, whose memories of her must some 
 
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 day (as we grieve to know) be dim and few, we feel 
 that some knowledge of her life and character will 
 be an inheritance, and a challenge to noble living, 
 that we would not have them lose. So, as we ten- 
 derly preserve the camera's reflection of her smiling 
 face, we place beside it for their cherishing this feeble 
 portraiture of her mind and heart. 
 
 "Through such souls alone 
 God, stooping, shows sufficient of his light 
 For us in the dark to rise by." 
 
 EVALIN BROWN FRANTZ. 
 
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 OUTLINE OF FUNERAL ADDRESS 
 OF REV. ALLEN FORT 
 
 Pastor of First Baptist Church 
 On Occasion of Death of Miss Evie Brown 
 
 Text: "She hath done lohai she could." (Mark 14:8.) 
 
 In the Word of God there is written a biography 
 of every life. Some one of the persons mentioned 
 therein is typical of everyone today. 
 
 As I have thought of Miss Evie Brown, I have 
 thought that Mary of Bethany caused the Master 
 to make a statement which, in a few words, sums 
 up the life lived by our sister. The sentence is 
 my text for this occasion, "She hath done what she 
 could." 
 
 No one outside the immediate family will miss 
 her more than her pastor. In these few years I have 
 labored here she has ever been ready to help in all 
 the work of the church. She did not need to be re- 
 minded of her duty; she was anticipating the needs 
 of the work and the church, and was ready to come 
 to the help of her Lord. 
 
 She did what she could in prayer. Those of the 
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 Missionary Society who heard her pray will not for- 
 get the sweetness of the petitions and the deep spirit- 
 ual tone thereto. She talked with God as friend to 
 friend. 
 
 Then she hath done what she could in her attend- 
 ance upon the services of the church. Unless provi- 
 dentially hindered, or there was some good and suffi- 
 cient reason, she was always at her place in the house 
 of God. Morning and evening on the Lord's day, 
 at Sunday school and at prayer meeting, and at the 
 meeting of the Missionary Society she was ever 
 present when possible. 
 
 Again she hath done what she could in giving. 
 God had blessed her so that she could contribute 
 to His work, and cheerfully did she do so. Every 
 good cause in Nashville, and every object fostered 
 by our denomination knew her as a friend and helper. 
 She will be missed by these as well as by her local 
 church. Miss Evie began giving the tenth of her 
 income years ago, when her income was small; and 
 as the years passed, and the income multiplied, she 
 continued to give as God prospered her. 
 
 She was a well-rounded Christian. While inter- 
 ested in some phases of the work more than others 
 as is true with all of us she was not one-sided in 
 her Christian life. She was an ardent believer in 
 the work at home, and was deeply interested in all 
 the local activities of the church. Then, she was 
 
 interested in the training and educating of the young, 
 
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 and in the spread of the gospel abroad. The call 
 of the world did not fall unheeded upon her ears. 
 
 She was a spiritual woman. The deep things of 
 God were precious to her. She loved her Bible, and 
 she loved to hear it taught. 
 
 We sorrow, but we sorrow not as those who have 
 no hope. The blessed dead will come forth at the 
 coming of the Lord Jesus. Spirit and body will be 
 reunited, and we shall be forever with the Lord. 
 Let us comfort one another with this hope. 
 
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 TRIBUTES
 
 FROM WOMAN'S MISSIONARY 
 UNION OF TENNESSEE 
 
 A memorial page appeared in the issue of June 8, 
 1916, of the Baptist and Reflector, from which the 
 following excerpts are taken, the first being from the 
 pen of the editor of the woman's page. 
 
 "A beautiful life has gone from our midst and, 
 as often happens, we did not realize how beautiful 
 until the spirit was gone beyond recall. 
 
 "The poet sings: 
 
 ' 'I breathed a song into the air, 
 It fell to earth, I knew not where; 
 For who has sight so keen and strong, 
 That it can follow the flight of song? 
 And the song from beginning to end, 
 I found again in the heart of a friend.' ' 
 
 "Many a friend of Miss Evie Brown will long 
 carry in the heart the echo of a song, in the memory 
 of a kindly deed, a smiling word of hearty greeting 
 that helped to lift one from doubt or despondency. 
 Miss Evie did not discriminate all alike shared in 
 the ministrations that came from a warm and loving 
 heart. Many a one in the lowly walks of life has 
 reason to bless her memory. 
 
 "Of simple and childlike faith, Miss Evie's Chris- 
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 tianity manifested itself in a life of beauty and great 
 usefulness. All that was placed in her hands she 
 regarded as a trust and distributed her benefactions 
 as a wise steward. 
 
 "For many years Miss Evie had been associated 
 with our Union. In fact, she was one of those to 
 whom its organization was due. Later, she was 
 made Trustee of the Training School and she con- 
 centrated her best efforts in its behalf, and she always 
 asked for divine guidance and blessing in the task 
 she had undertaken. Her efforts were blessed, and 
 she was hoping for greater things and that she might 
 enlist more women in the cause so dear to her. The 
 training of young lives for devoted services in mis- 
 sionary fields seemed a sacred purpose to Miss Evie. 
 
 "In view of these facts it seemed fitting that our 
 page this week should be a slight token of love, re- 
 spect and appreciation of one whose loss to the Union 
 and the Training School is irreparable, and whose 
 memory will ever be a blessed thing to comfort and 
 strengthen many lives as they, too, strive to follow in 
 the steps of the lowly Nazarene." 
 
 MRS. C. C. PHILLIPS. 
 
 A RADIANT LIFE. 
 
 ' 'When in the midday march we meet 
 
 The outstretched shadows of the night, 
 The promise how divinely sweet, 
 "At eventime it shall be light." 
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 "From early youth until her last day on earth 
 Miss Evie Brown kept her torch of love for God 
 and all humanity 'well trimmed and burning.' 
 
 "At the early hour of dawn Sunday, May 21, 
 in obedience to Heaven's summons, her pure spirit 
 took the wings of the morning and crossed the space 
 which separates time from eternity. 
 
 "The news of her passing away struck deep and 
 painfully into many a loving heart. Perhaps grief 
 would have been less poignant could a glimpse have 
 been granted of her entrance into the blissful 'Morn- 
 ing Land.' How rapturous must have been the wel- 
 come embrace and fervent exclamations of parents 
 and all those who had anticipated her coming ! How 
 her eyes must have glowed when the Master ap- 
 peared to her sight and pronounced the 'Well done, 
 good and faithful servant' to her! How happy to 
 her that first day in Heaven ! Forever gone all pain. 
 She walked with God and the angels, a blessed com- 
 pany, truly. 
 
 'There is no death 
 
 What seems so is transition. 
 This life of mortal breath 
 
 Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, 
 Whose portal we call Death.* 
 
 "Gentle, kind, persuasive, Miss Evie easily won 
 and held by strong cords of sincere love her many 
 friends. These (and those nearer and dearer, for 
 
 whom her best prayers and efforts were given), will 
 
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 reverently cherish her memory and always feel in- 
 expressibly grateful for her beautiful life and its 
 worthy deeds. She carried the whole world in her 
 sympathies, yet was considerate towards every in- 
 dividual whom she met, whatever his or her station 
 or condition. She occupied a plane of joyous living 
 and loving, to which she early in her Christian ex- 
 perience attained. It was purest pleasure to her to 
 engage in undertakings that bore the stamp and ap- 
 proval of her Lord. These were never tedious tasks 
 to be shirked, or regarded lightly, but to her privi- 
 leges and opportunities, in which her soul basked. 
 From this vantage ground she gladly and loyally 
 fought the 'good fight' throughout the years. When 
 at the last the 'mystery of pain' threatened to affect 
 her usefulness, then deliverance appeared, for the 
 Great Physician set her free. 
 
 'Where the smitten heart the freshness 
 Of its buoyant youth resumes.' 
 
 "Miss Evie was one of that eminent company who 
 thirty-eight years ago, in Richmond, Va., organized 
 the Woman's Missionary Union of the Southern 
 Baptist Convention. A little later in the same year 
 she assisted in the organization of the Tennessee 
 Woman's Missionary Union. From that year her 
 interest in woman's organized work for missions has 
 been constant. Through her steady example and 
 
 gentle influence a countless number, doubtless, have 
 
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 enlisted to speed the gospel and given their support 
 to the conquests of the cross. 
 
 "Of all the objects nurtured and cherished by the 
 women of the churches none appealed more distinct- 
 ly to her than the Training School at Louisville. 
 She was justly proud of the result of last year's effort 
 for this school upon the part of Tennessee Baptist 
 women. As Trustee upon the Training School 
 Board a position which she had held since the early 
 formation of this, many years ago she was deeply 
 interested in the subject of better training for young 
 women, that these might more intelligently, and with 
 a deepened sense of Christian responsibility, enter 
 into any sphere of usefulness, prepared to accomplish 
 the best results. 
 
 "She was herself enriched by the spirit with which 
 she, all unconsciously, served. No uncharitable 
 judgment, lurking grudge, or hostile feeling was al- 
 lowed to rankle in her bosom. Offenders who ex- 
 pressed unworthy thoughts in her presence were, by 
 her silence, shamed at the bar of their own con- 
 science. 
 
 "Viewing as a whole in so far as we may the 
 inspirational manner in which she wrought, the choice 
 material with which she built well, her life work 
 stands out beautiful, symmetrical, polished, like unto 
 a palace whose broad corridors have many hidden re- 
 cesses where are treasures unexplored, good deeds, 
 
 unknown to others, which she did. Its high, wide 
 
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 arches evidence her far-reaching, exalted understand- 
 ings and desires. The broad stairway leads upward 
 to a wide, open space where lights burn softly, music 
 sounds low, and bright flowers the laurel and rho- 
 dodendron she so loved abound, and over all dis- 
 tinct and clear, effulgent, appears a glowing star, like 
 that of Bethlehem. Its light she reflected, and it al- 
 ways told of good will peace on earth to those 
 who knew her longing, prayerful love, which was 
 'ever-circling about her very own, in and outward, 
 until the whole world was included in her petitions/ ' 
 
 MRS. A. J. WHEELER. 
 
 A TRIBUTE. 
 
 "It was my privilege and joy for many years to 
 labor with the Woman's Missionary Union of Ten- 
 nessee. Looking back through these years, no figure 
 stands before me more vividly, by reason of con- 
 stancy, zeal, and unfailing interest, than does that 
 of Miss Evie Brown. When my interest was first 
 awakened and my service enlisted I found her giv- 
 ing whole-hearted service to the Woman's Mission- 
 ary Union. In this she continued all the days of her 
 life, her devotion, perhaps, gaining in intensity. The 
 summons to come up higher found her where she 
 loved most to be, amid the Baptist hosts at Asheville, 
 worshipping in annual convention. 
 
 "In our own State work she has ever been a will- 
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 ing helper. She saw things on a large scale and was 
 a ready advocate of whatever stood for progress. 
 She was optimistic. Failure in the Lord's cause was 
 to her an impossibility. The faith of a little child 
 was hers, and so she went, trustingly, forward. She 
 was missionary through and through and thoroughly 
 consecrated to the work of her Master. Her money 
 she held in trust, and faithful steward as she was, she 
 gave liberally to every worthy cause. Who that 
 has heard the beautiful story of the amber necklace 
 at the convention can refrain from saying, 'How like 
 her.' 
 
 "Her enthusiasm was contagious, her example in- 
 spiring, her life of devotion and liberality a stimu- 
 lus. Miss Evie was our helper our friend. How 
 we loved her ! Now, and in the days to come, how 
 we shall miss her ! Yet, we sorrow, not as those who 
 have no hope, for amid that throng of waiting ones 
 on the other side she stands; one more to welcome 
 us when we, too, shall have finished our work and 
 have crossed over to be forever with the Lord." 
 
 MRS. W. C. GOLDEN. 
 
 Tampa, Florida. 
 
 A WORD FROM ONE OF THE MANY WHO LOVED HER. 
 
 "Miss Evie Brown loved Jesus and lived to spread 
 his gospel. For one year I was in her home with 
 the greatest frequency and intimacy, while for five 
 
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 years I knew her and enjoyed much of her company. 
 
 "My recollections of her sum themselves up in 
 three words hospitality, gentleness, devoutness. 
 
 "She dispensed hospitality with a lavish hand and 
 a glad heart. 
 
 "The doors of her home were always open to 
 her friends and to the Lord's servants. Her car 
 was ready for any service which might set forward 
 the Master's work, and this the workers in her church 
 and her Missionary Society knew right well. Better 
 still, she stood ready with wise counsel and loving 
 sympathy to contribute to every good work. 
 
 "Miss Evie Brown was a gentle and kindly soul. 
 Those who knew her best have frequently remarked 
 upon her gracious spirit. No hard words and no bit- 
 terness ever escaped her lips. She thought well and 
 spoke kindly of others. 
 
 "She was devout. To her, Jesus and the Father 
 were real, and she communed with them each passing 
 day, and many times each day. Who that heard 
 her lead in prayer, either in the larger circles or in 
 the home, can forget how tender and sincere was her 
 appeal for divine favor, and how humbly dependent 
 she was upon the Father's mercy? 
 
 "As I write these lines I find it necessary to re- 
 strain my pen lest I say words which, when they 
 appear in cold type, may seem unduly strong. 
 
 "I loved her well and I know she was one whom 
 Jesus loved." MRS. P. E. BURROUGHS. 
 
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 A TRIBUTE OF LOVE AND APPRECIATION. 
 
 "Sadness and an indescribable sense of personal 
 loss comes to me with the home-going of Miss Evie 
 Brown. She was one of the first to welcome me as 
 Secretary of the Tennessee Missionary Union ; quick- 
 ly she made a place for me in the great host of those 
 who loved and honored her, and at once I felt that 
 I had found in her the richest treasure earth holds 
 for us a real friend. 
 
 "My association with her in our Woman's Mis- 
 sionary Union work, that filled so large a place in 
 her life and thought, was ever pleasant. In the 
 times of perplexity that come to all workers she was 
 ever ready with wise counsel ; in times of depression, 
 with sympathy and encouragement. Her beautiful 
 prayer life, strong faith, and sunny optimism were a 
 constant rebuke to me. If a criticism that seemed 
 harsh was spoken in her presence, the suggestion 
 came, 'Perhaps you have not prayed for her as you 
 ought.' 
 
 "Thinking over these three years and more of my 
 close touch with her, I cannot recall a word or an 
 act that I could say was wrong. 
 
 "She gave largely of material things to the Lord's 
 cause; but, best of all, she gave herself. The in- 
 fluence of her Christlike personality was a far better 
 gift than her money. Her joy in attending the last 
 
 Woman's Missionary Union was beautiful to see. 
 
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 I am glad she had this last earthly privilege. When 
 the news came to me that she had gone to her heaven- 
 ly home before reaching her earthly home, my first 
 thought was, what a glorious Sabbath day this is for 
 her; for truly hers was 'an abundant entrance.' My 
 next thought was a swift-winged prayer that God 
 in his infinite love and wisdom would grant her 
 supreme desire, that she might welcome to the 
 heavenly home all those of her own household; that 
 among those won through her gifts, her influence and 
 her prayers, these might not be missing. 
 
 ' 'I cannot say, I will not say 
 That she is dead; she is just away, 
 With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand 
 She has wandered into that other land, 
 And left us dreaming how very fair 
 It needs must be, since she lingers there. 
 Think of her as faring on, as dear 
 In the love of there as the love of here. 
 Think of her as the same, I say; 
 She is not dead; she is just away.' ' 
 
 MARGARET BUCHANAN. 
 
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 MEMORIAL SERVICES 
 
 Memorial services were held by the Executive 
 Board of Woman's Missionary Union at the First 
 Baptist Church on the afternoon of June 16. Miss 
 Evie was an honorary member of this board, a dis- 
 tinction highly esteemed by her. The programs of 
 the memorial service bore upon their covers a like- 
 ness of her, rendering them all the more prized by 
 those in attendance. A large company of devoted 
 friends were assembled. Mrs. Roger Eastman, 
 Mrs. A. P. Edwards and Mrs. A. J. Wheeler were 
 in charge of preparations for the service, the last- 
 named having arranged the program so that it might 
 to some degree indicate the breadth of Miss Evie's 
 vision and sympathy ; her wide, steady, and effective 
 activities, and to evidence in part the tender, pro- 
 found love and esteem in which she was held in 
 every field of her endeavor. 
 
 A published report of this gathering tells of all 
 the testimonies and tributes, and concludes with the 
 following prophecy: 
 
 "This beautiful service will linger long in the 
 hearts of those privileged to attend, and this life of 
 loving service will be an incentive to higher living 
 for those most closely associated with her, 'who is 
 not dead, but just away'." 
 
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 I LOVE TO TELL THE STORY. 
 (The /jpmn she most loved to sing.) 
 
 I love to tell the story 
 
 Of unseen things above; 
 Of Jesus and his glory, 
 
 Of Jesus and his love. 
 I love to tell the story 
 
 Because I know 'tis true; 
 It satisfies my longings, 
 
 As nothing else can do. 
 
 I love to tell the story; 
 
 For those who know it best, 
 Seem hungering and thirsting, 
 
 To hear it like the rest. 
 And when in scenes of glory, 
 
 I sing the new, new song, 
 'Twill be the old, old story 
 
 That I have loved so long. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 I love to tell the story, 
 'Twill be my theme in glory; 
 To tell the old, old story 
 
 Of Jesus and his love. 
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 PROGRAM. 
 
 Bible Reading and Prayer MRS. B. H. ALLEN 
 
 Song Led by MRS. CHAS. MANTHEY 
 
 Testimonies of Former Pastors Read by DR. ALLEN FORT 
 
 Tributes from Secretaries of Boards Read by Miss BUCHANAN 
 
 Remarks by MRS. AVERY CARTER, President of \V. M. U. of Tenn. 
 
 A Message from the Board of Deacons of First Baptist Church 
 
 Read by MRS. A. P. EDWARDS 
 
 Tribute from the Bible Class of S. S. Presented by MRS. ALLEN FORT 
 Testimonial of Woman's Missionary Society . . . Miss ALICE SPARKS 
 
 Solo MRS. MANTHEY, accompanied by MRS. R. A. WILSON 
 
 Resolutions of Students of Training School at Louisville, Ky. 
 
 Letter from Mrs. G. H. Eager of Training School Board 
 
 MRS. S. P. DEVAULT 
 
 Tribute from Monteagle Woman's Missionary Union Miss McNEILLY 
 
 A Message from the Mission Field Miss NoRTHINGTON 
 
 A Message from the Immigrant Pier at Baltimore, Md 
 
 MlSS BlJHLMAIER 
 
 Tribute from Religious Work Committee of Nashville Y. W. C. A. 
 Miss CRESAP 
 
 The Testimony of Friendship MRS. CHAS. H. EASTMAN 
 
 Song MRS. MANTHEY 
 
 Closing Remarks and Prayer MRS. W. C. GOLDEN 
 
 Hebrews 7:16, "The Power of an Endless Life." 
 
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 Bible reading by MRS. ALLEN consisted of the 
 following passages: Psalm 90:1-2; John 14:1-3; 
 IThess. 4:13-1 7; Rev. 7:9-17. 
 
 Mrs. Manthey sang "I love to tell the story" im- 
 pressively as a solo, the audience softly joining in 
 the chorus. Then followed testimonials from some 
 of Miss Evie's former pastors. 
 
 NASHVILLE, TENN., June 15, 1916. 
 Dr. Allen Fort, Nashville, Tenn. 
 
 DEAR DR. FoRT: I understand that tomorrow 
 afternoon a memorial service for Miss Evie Brown 
 will be held at the First Church. 
 
 I am writing this note simply to express my high 
 appreciation of her worth as a Christian woman, and 
 sincerely regret that I cannot be present to bear this 
 testimony. I have known her for many years and 
 have always found her true and loyal to our com- 
 mon Master. She wrought a good work and went 
 home to her reward. Her work will still follow her. 
 
 The Lord grant his presence in the meeting and 
 sanctify its influence through his Holy Spirit. 
 Fraternally yours, 
 
 J. M. FROST. 
 
 Every life touched by Miss Evie Brown even 
 incidentally was made richer. Her humility was 
 conquering positively conquering. She was a 
 friend of every cause which represents our Saviour. 
 
 Her life was beautiful and modest. She was watch- 
 
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 ful and sincere. She hungered to do good, and 
 found open to her many doors which she gladly 
 entered. I think her mind ran very much on the 
 great affairs of the Kingdom. I never found her un- 
 concerned about any part of the Lord's work. There 
 are no earthly records of the good she has done. 
 Here and there her deeds became known, but the 
 fullness of them is only known to Him whose grace 
 and bounty made her what she was. 
 
 R. M. INLOW. 
 
 Dr. Fort was present at the Memorial Service 
 and spoke a tender tribute. 
 
 TILL THE DAY BREAK. 
 
 One afternoon last March I was in Winston- 
 Salem, North Carolina, and a friend took me 
 through the historic Moravian settlement in Salem. 
 Just at sunset we stopped at the Moravian cemetery 
 and looked down its peaceful avenues and upon its 
 restful green sward. As we looked, the eye fell 
 upon the gateway, across the arch of which were 
 written these words, "Till the Day Break" ; and, as 
 on eternity's wings, the heart made its flight from 
 Christ's resurrection morn, when in night-vanquish- 
 ing power the "Day Spring from on high did visit 
 us," to that morn when all who sleep in him "till 
 
 the day break" shall arise to His glory. It was 
 
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 sweet that afternoon to think of the gentle saints who 
 were resting there under the Moravian mounds. 
 
 Even so it is sweet to think of the resting place 
 in Clarksville of our gentle, sainted friend, Miss Evie 
 Brown. It is also blessed to consider how gently 
 and yet radiantly her whole life was used to usher 
 in the day as, in loving loyalty to her family and 
 friends, in personal service for those in need and in 
 ever-increasing faith in Christianity and its outlying 
 missions, she proclaimed the "Day of the Lord." 
 
 In the official records of the Woman's Missionary 
 Union her name appears as the first vice-president 
 from Tennessee and in the same records is the state- 
 ment of her election in 1907 as a charter trustee of 
 the W. M. U. Training School in Louisville, Ky., 
 to which latter office she was unanimously re-elected 
 each year. That she was unusually faithful to each 
 trust is gratefully recorded by the Woman's Mission- 
 ary Union. Year after year she attended the an- 
 nual meetings, bringing to them great interest in each 
 detail, but manifestly showing that her greatest in- 
 terest was in the school at Louisville. So helpful was 
 her counsel as to the plans and policy of the school 
 and so generous was her support of it that instinc- 
 tively Union workers thought of her whenever the 
 school in its relationship to the states was considered. 
 
 That the school and the Union shall miss her is 
 self-evident, but she, in being missed, will "live in 
 
 the hearts of those she loved" and by whom she was 
 
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 beloved. It is a joy to think of the countless num- 
 bers of Union workers who have been enlisted be- 
 cause she, along with a few others, in 1888, had 
 the courage to organize for larger service; of the 
 Training School alumnae whose equipment for life 
 work was made possible by her faith and that of 
 others in the feeble local school in 1 907 ; and of the 
 hosts of children and women who have come to 
 Christ in our homeland and across the seas because 
 she joined her offering of faith and prayers and gifts 
 to that of those who, like her, exclaimed, "Come, 
 Lord Jesus," and scatter the night of sorrow and 
 sin. And so, however much we may have loved and 
 honored her, we know that He loved her far more 
 tenderly, and that she is "forever with the Lord" 
 awaiting her Union friends "till the day break." 
 
 KATHLEEN MALLORY, 
 W '. M. U. Corresponding Secretary. 
 
 FROM STATE BOARD OF MISSIONS. 
 
 I want to extend to the good women assurances 
 of the hearty sympathy of the State Board of Mis- 
 sions at the memorial service to be held in honor of 
 the memory of our friend and sister, the late Miss 
 Evie Brown. A good woman in Israel has fallen 
 at her post of duty. She was very intelligent and 
 active in all the work fostered by us as a people. 
 No woman among our Tennessee sisterhood was bet- 
 
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 ter informed with reference to our denominational 
 life than was she. None loved the work of the en- 
 tire denomination with more sincere devotion and 
 none exceeded her in the liberality of splendid gifts 
 to the causes. Her place cannot easily be filled. 
 
 We rejoice in the splendid work done by her 
 while she lived, and we join with you in mourning 
 over her loss from our fellowship. In behalf of the 
 State Mission Board. 
 
 Respectfully and fraternally, 
 
 J. W. GlLLON. 
 
 MISSIONARY UNION. 
 
 As Secretary of our Tennessee Executive Board, 
 I voice the feeling of our entire membership when 
 I say there is no one of our number valued more 
 highly or whose wise counsel will be so sorely missed. 
 
 Miss Evie thought clearly, weighed all matters 
 deliberately and prayed earnestly for divine guid- 
 ance in every movement. We grieve for ourselves 
 our loss "She has entered in." 
 
 June 16, 1916. MARGARET BUCHANAN, 
 
 Corresponding Secretary. 
 
 In meeting together to pay a loving tribute to the 
 fragrant memory of Miss Evie Brown, let us not 
 
 think of her as being dead, but rather let us think of 
 
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 her as being gloriously alive. Jesus said, "I am come 
 that ye might have life, and have it more abundant- 
 ly;" so, while we grieve that we shall see her no 
 more on earth, we do rejoice that she has entered 
 into the more "abundant life," and into the presence 
 of our Lord, whose friend she was all her life long. 
 
 In her relations with our General Union and as 
 a member of our Executive Board, Miss Evie was 
 unfailingly loyal, enthusiastic and devoted. 
 
 In gratitude for her services, and as a fitting tribute 
 to her lovely life, our Executive Board will probably 
 see that in the new Training School her name will 
 be perpetuated in some suitable form of memorial. 
 
 In my garden was a flower, tall, white and pure 
 a queen among other lovely flowers. In the even- 
 ing, when shadows were lengthening, the Master 
 Gardener came and gathered it. "Oh, do not take 
 that flower!" I cried. "It is the best I have." "It is 
 only the best that I want," replied he. 
 
 MRS. AVERY CARTER, 
 President, W. M. U. 
 
 THE DEACONS OF FIRST BAPTIST CHURCH EX- 
 PRESS APPRECIATION. 
 
 We, the Deacons of the First Baptist Church, 
 Nashville, wish to express our appreciation of the 
 life and works of Sister Evie Brown. Her pass- 
 ing from labor into rest has added emphasis to her 
 
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 great work while living. Her spirit of co-operation, 
 in every department of our church work, has led us, 
 many times, into doing greater things. In some 
 movements for the advancement of our local work 
 she was the leader, while apparently unconscious of 
 the fact. In our plannings, with or without her pre- 
 vious knowledge, we could look with equal confi- 
 dence for her sympathy and support. 
 
 More than one of her pastors have felt the uplift 
 of her kindly words, and have been encouraged by 
 the outstretch of her generous hand. "When shall 
 we see her like again?" is the unanswered cry of our 
 hearts. Since "the workman may die but the work 
 must go on forever," may we not confidently look 
 unto God to raise up some one to take her place? 
 
 To us and to her much beloved brothers, and 
 other relatives, she has left an example of self-denial 
 and devotion for the cause of humanity and for the 
 greater cause of Christ's kingdom most worthy of be- 
 ing followed. Her simple trust in the risen Lord 
 saved her soul from death (her body only sleeps 
 awaiting his second coming) and gave her the assur- 
 ance of eternal life. 
 
 G. C. SAVAGE, Chairman, 
 R. L. ALEXANDER, Secretary. 
 
 TRIBUTE OF ADULT BIBLE CLASS. 
 The members of the Adult Bible Class, with sin- 
 cere and profound sorrow, would record our affec- 
 
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 tionate tribute of respect to the memory of Miss Evie 
 Brown. As a member of this class, she was con- 
 spicuous among us for her faithful and loyal devo- 
 tion, for her unfeigned piety, for her strong Baptist 
 convictions. 
 
 Though she has passed from us in bodily pres- 
 ence, she none the less is still a living force. Our 
 class will always feel the impress of her personality 
 and Christian character. Her influence will continue 
 to inspire and urge us to higher Christian living. We 
 shall cherish her memory as a vital power in our 
 efforts through all the years that stretch before us. 
 CHAS. H. EASTMAN, 
 Vice-President of Class; 
 CHAS. E. LITTLE, 
 J. H. D. STEVENS, 
 
 Teacher; 
 Committee. 
 
 FROM THE WOMAN S MISSIONARY SOCIETY OF FIRST 
 BAPTIST CHURCH. 
 
 The supreme thing in life with Miss Evie was the 
 spread of the gospel to the uttermost parts of the 
 world, and no one rejoiced more than she that South- 
 ern Baptist women could have a part in this great 
 enterprise by a united effort through our missionary 
 societies. 
 
 The society of this church felt the inspiration of 
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 her presence, and her zeal for the cause all through 
 the years. She knew our denominational work and 
 the need at home and on foreign fields, and her ap- 
 peals were always strong and forceful. We never 
 heard her without feeling that service was a privi- 
 lege, but we felt the hush and calm from every world- 
 ly thought when she approached the throne in prayer. 
 We felt that we were in the Divine presence. 
 
 The influence of her wholesome and consecrated 
 life will linger here through the years to come. We 
 miss her. MRS. G. C. SAVAGE. 
 
 Accompanied by Mrs. R. A. Wilson, Mrs. Man- 
 they sang tenderly the solo, "Face to Face." 
 
 RESOLUTIONS OF TRAINING SCHOOL GIRLS. 
 
 We, the Tennessee girls at the W. M. U. Train- 
 ing School, wish to express our profound sympathy to 
 friends and relatives of our own dear Miss Evie 
 Brown. Your loss at her going away is our loss 
 also. She has been our friend a friend not only 
 in a material way, but better by her deep, prayerful 
 interest and anxiety that our lives count in the great 
 cause which we represent. 
 
 May her self-sacrificing spirit, her devotion to 
 God, her service to the world continue in your lives 
 and in ours; and may her influence, like the stream, 
 ever widen and deepen as it flows on. And may 
 our hearts respond to God's teachings, which by this 
 
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 touch of His divine providence gave her entrance 
 into the more abundant life, and left us to wait, work, 
 watch and pray. 
 
 Respectfully, 
 
 ADELIA LOWRIE, 
 HAZEL ANDREWS, 
 LOUETTA HESS, 
 GLADYS STEPHENSON. 
 
 AN APPRECIATION. 
 
 "The gospel of a life 
 Is more than books or creed." 
 
 On a bright Sabbath May day, returning from 
 a pilgrimage of love and service to the "Land of 
 the Sky," suddenly Miss ELvie slipped away to 
 the real Delectable Mountains, where she "summers 
 high in bliss upon the hills of God." 
 
 Our hearts stood still at the thought of the irrep- 
 arable loss that had come to those she loved and 
 those who loved her and to God's work in the 
 world, with the going away into the Eternal Silences 
 of that radiant and beneficent personality. Truly 
 was she one "who loved so well, her work was 
 sweeter for her love, and still her love was sweeter 
 for her work," for hers was a love that interpreted 
 itself not only in noblest giving, but in beautiful liv- 
 ing. 
 
 If we lose what we try to save, and save only 
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 what we give, what rich treasures Miss Evie car- 
 ried with her into her Father's house of the many 
 mansions. 
 
 In this beloved friend we saw a wonderful charac- 
 ter. In pure and childlike goodness she was an 
 epistle read and known of all not a drop of bitter 
 ever fell from her tongue, never a sting from her 
 words. Her judgments were always generous, and 
 her heart overflowed with the milk of human kind- 
 ness. She was gentleness itself, but her convictions 
 were like adamant. In discussing great questions of 
 philosophy and science with a learned doctor, the 
 rich stores of her own mind were strikingly revealed, 
 but it was the simple, undebatable, clear-visioned 
 faith that she lived by that made the profound im- 
 pression on the great scientist. "What a wonderful 
 conception of God and his Book she has," I heard 
 him say. 
 
 Perhaps her nearest and dearest will never know 
 the scope of that gentle, brave life, in its ceaseless 
 activity, as she, following in her gentle Master's 
 footsteps, "went about doing good." How many 
 struggling lives she inspired with new courage, how 
 many fainting hearts she made strong with new hope, 
 how many needy causes she sent the life-giving blood 
 into, only the Great Book of Life has recorded ; but 
 she lives today, and will ever live as long as good- 
 ness and purity and self-abnegation, and love. 
 
 "For God and God's own truth, and loves for 
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 Magdalene and Ruth," shine and glow like steady 
 stars in the darkness of earth's sin and bitter sorrows. 
 "Only in the loves we have for others than our- 
 selves can we truly live or die." 
 
 MRS. GEO. B. EAGER. 
 
 The Woman's Monteagle Missionary Association 
 would put on record the deep sense of loss it has 
 sustained in the death of Miss Evie Brown, one of 
 its most faithful members. 
 
 By her genial personal character and warm-heart- 
 ed friendliness, she commended herself to the love 
 of all who knew her and to the affection of her fel- 
 low members of the association. 
 
 By her abundant charities and manifold kind- 
 nesses of word and deed, she was a helper to all who 
 were in distress. 
 
 By her devotion to the service of our Lord Jesus 
 Christ she won the confidence of her fellow Chris- 
 tians, not only of her own denomination, but of all 
 who love the Lord Jesus. 
 
 By her wisdom in counsel and her liberality in 
 helping forward the great objects of this association, 
 she showed her deep and abiding interest in the 
 glorious work of carrying the gospel to all the world. 
 
 Now that her work on earth is done, we rejoice in 
 the assurance that she is safe forever with that Saviour 
 whom she loved and served so faithfully. 
 
 (Read by Miss Margaret McNeilly.) 
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 MARION, ILL., June 12, 1916. 
 
 As you are assembled today as an Executive 
 Board to pay tribute to our friend and counselor who 
 has preceded us to the glory land, my thoughts go 
 back to the first session of this board I ever attended. 
 You had elected me field worker, and I was afraid 
 of my new responsibilities. A sweet-faced, gray- 
 haired woman who had known me all my life 
 was present and put her arms around me and said, 
 "Mary, I believe you are the one for this work." 
 Through the four years I served you she was my 
 constant friend and guide. She was enthusiastic 
 about the work and stood for all forward movements. 
 While I was a Training School student, she was ever 
 a true friend to me. 
 
 Many times since I left the state she has said, 
 "Mary, I will always be interested in you." Do you 
 wonder that I miss her, even though I am far away? 
 
 MARY NORTHINGTON. 
 
 The following tribute is from Miss Buhlmaier, a 
 missionary of the Home Board, who is stationed at 
 the Immigrant Pier at Baltimore to welcome and 
 assist the lonely or needy immigrants as these arrive. 
 
 MY DEAR . . . : My heart goes out to you 
 and the many loved ones in Tennessee who this day 
 shall gather to honor the memory of one of the choic- 
 est among you. Would that it were my privilege 
 
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 to be with you in person and thus add my testimony 
 as to the love, fellowship and Christian service ever 
 rendered joyfully by the one just gone from us to 
 be with the Lord forever. 
 
 I count it an unusual privilege to have been in her 
 beautiful mountain home for several days last sum- 
 mer, and where she was untiring in loving care and 
 attention. Her interest was world-wide, her life 
 modest, but staunch and loyal to every good cause. 
 The salvation of the lost world was her aim in word 
 and deed, and, oh, how she longed to see all her 
 own loved ones in the sure haven of hope, joy, and 
 peace. "Pray for them" were almost the last words 
 and request as I left her there at Monteagle. And 
 "pray for them" we will until they, each and all, 
 will learn to "serve the Lord with gladness" and 
 follow in the footsteps of their royal and loyal rela- 
 tive. 
 
 Oh, what joy to think of the meeting again by 
 the side of the River of Life and around the great 
 White Throne ! How she will delight to tell of the 
 meeting she left here in Asheville to be, not 
 as she intended, in her home in Nashville, but rather 
 at home in Beulah Land to attend the more perfect 
 meeting of the bloodwashed throng forever ! 
 
 May we, too, be found worthy to enter there 
 where the Lamb shall feed them and shall lead them 
 unto living fountains of water and God himself shall 
 wipe away all tears from our eyes. 
 
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 With deep emotion and sincere sympathy, espe- 
 cially for the bereaved relatives, I am, 
 Yours sincerely, 
 
 MARIE BUHLMAIER. 
 1614 W. Lexington St., Baltimore, Md. 
 June 13, 1916. 
 
 When asked to represent the Religious Work De- 
 partment of the Y. W. C. A. this afternoon at this 
 memorial service for our friend, Miss Evie Brown, 
 a consciousness of a general unfitness suggested that 
 some one else be invited. There were so many of 
 her friends in the association who had known her so 
 much longer and so much more intimately than I, 
 I felt that I might seem to be intruding. My only 
 excuse for accepting the invitation is that in the short 
 time of our association on the Religious Work Com- 
 mittee of the Y. W. C. A., I learned to appreciate, 
 to love and to depend upon Miss Brown; to appre- 
 ciate the many qualities of sterling worth, to love the 
 one who always listened so sympathetically and un- 
 derstandingly, and to depend upon the wise counsel 
 of one who from her wonderful resources of experi- 
 ence and faith had always some helpful plan to 
 offer. 
 
 The first impression I had of her was one day last 
 fall when she came into the committee meeting in 
 the Bible Room of the association and took her place 
 
 among the women with whom she had served for 
 
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 years. The bright, beautiful smile, the charm and 
 graciousness of her manner, the warm hand-clasp 
 made me feel at once that I was meeting one who 
 would be a real friend. 
 
 The impression of that first day of our acquaint- 
 ance became a reality, and when I heard the sad 
 news that Miss Brown had passed away my almost 
 immediate thought was that I had lost a personal 
 friend. Then came the realization that the associa- 
 tion had lost one of its staunchest supporters; that 
 the Religious Work Committee had suffered an ir- 
 reparable loss. 
 
 Miss Brown had been a member of the associa- 
 tion for many years a sustaining or contributing 
 member for several years. For some time she had 
 been a member of the Religious Work Committee 
 and this last year she was interested not only in the 
 plans of the committee but gave her hearty coopera- 
 tion in the carrying out of these plans, attending as 
 far as her frail strength would permit upon the va- 
 rious services and Bible classes. She was particu- 
 larly interested in the success of Dr. Brown's Bible 
 Class, using her telephone in calling up friends that 
 they might know the value of the Lenten studies and 
 have the privilege of attending. Her interest in the 
 special series conducted by Dr. Fort in March was 
 great, and though very frail at that particular time, 
 she attended when she could. The Sunday after- 
 noon Vesper Services were very attractive to her and 
 
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 she usually brought some friends, that they might 
 enjoy them, too. 
 
 Her very great interest in the women of other 
 lands led her to contribute generously to our Y. W. 
 C. A. work in Turkey, and at the committee meet- 
 ing in May she, with others, promised to obtain five 
 new contributors, that a larger amount might be 
 raised to meet the great need of the women in Tur- 
 key, who are suffering so much because of the dread- 
 ful war conditions. 
 
 Only those who worked with her know how un- 
 grudgingly she gave of herself, of her time, and 
 of her money. Miss Brown, like George Eliot, 
 seemed to feel that a great deal of real living con- 
 sisted in making life less difficult for others; but her 
 motive was very different. She lived in the presence 
 of God with a consciousness always of his charge to 
 her, "You are my witness." Knowing this, we 
 catch the uplift and radiance of her spirit-filled life, 
 and believe that what she did so quietly, so faithfully 
 and so effectively can never be lost. 
 
 Miss CORA CRESAP. 
 Secretary of Religious Work, Y. W. C. A. 
 
 THE TESTIMONY OF FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 Someone asked Kingsley what was the secret of 
 his strong, joyous life, and he answered, "I had a 
 
 friend." 
 
 M
 
 Evie Brown was my friend she for whom this 
 memorial service is held. It was my privilege and 
 blessing to have her unfailing friendship for many 
 years. While I believe the best people need the 
 briefest eulogies, but for the example of such a life 
 as hers who was to all who knew her such an in- 
 spiration for higher living, too much cannot be said. 
 She deserved all that has or could be said of her as 
 a Christian and church member, but I wish to testify 
 of her qualities that made her as a friend so perfect 
 the culture of her mind, the geniality of her disposi- 
 tion, the integrity of her character, the benevolence 
 of her spirit, the earnestness of her purpose, the large- 
 ness of her love. Her thoughts were pure and beauti- 
 ful, so her character grew, and love, "the fulfilling 
 of the law," enfolded her and left her spirit un- 
 dimmed during her long experience of pain and 
 weariness. 
 
 I love to think of her in that "place prepared for 
 her" where there are no failing bodies, lagging steps, 
 and thinking of her, I think of Bunyan's beautiful 
 story of the Beulah Land where Christiana gathered 
 flowers in the garden of the King of kings. 
 
 It remains for us who appreciate the blessing of 
 fellowship with a life such as hers here to emulate 
 it, thereby inheriting with her an eternity of joy 
 with God. MRS. C. H. EASTMAN. 
 
 Mrs. .Manthey, assisted by Mrs. R. A. Wilson 
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 at the piano, led the audience in singing the familiar 
 song, "God be with you till we meet again." 
 
 CLOSING REMARKS AND PRAYER BY MRS. GOLDEN. 
 
 "Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord, 
 from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they 
 may rest from their labors; and their works do fol- 
 low them." (Rev. 14:13.) 
 
 We are looking heavenward today. We have lis- 
 tened to these beautiful tributes from loving friends, 
 none of whom, perhaps, have been able to give ex- 
 pression to all that they feel. Our hearts have re- 
 sponded to every good thing they have uttered. We 
 had not realized, probably, the extent of the influence 
 of our dear friend and co-worker. We had not 
 stopped to consider the variety of things that ab- 
 sorbed her attention. How large her interests ! How 
 varied her activity! Truly, "She hath done what 
 she could." 
 
 Two thoughts have been impressed on me today 
 by what I have heard: First, how her life honored 
 God; second, how very much worth while it is to 
 live such a life. 
 
 In this last closing moment I would ask you to 
 lift your eyes from things of earth ; to think no longer 
 of our loss, our grief, the great vacancy that her go- 
 ing has made in our ranks. But let us, with the eye 
 
 of faith, pierce the veil, and see her among that great 
 
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 company of shining ones, who have washed their 
 robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. 
 
 "Therefore are they before the throne of God, 
 and serve him day and night in his temple; and 
 he that sitteth upon the throne shall dwell among 
 them. 
 
 "They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any 
 more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any 
 heat. 
 
 "For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne 
 shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living foun- 
 tains of waters; and God shall wipe away all tears 
 from their eyes. " ( Rev. 7:14-17.) 
 
 "If I go and prepare a place for you, I shall come 
 again, and receive you unto myself, that where I am, 
 there ye may be also." (John 14:3.) 
 
 "So shall we ever be with the Lord." (I Thess. 
 4:17.) 
 
 "Ever 'with the Lord" the note triumphant of the 
 Christian life. 
 
 This is the closing message of the hour, a message 
 of hope, of comfort, of good cheer, if you will. 
 
 The Lord will care for his work here; will make 
 stronger the arms of those that remain, and will raise 
 up new workers. But to her whom we love, whom 
 we honor, for whom we sorrow, Miss Evie Brown, 
 
 he has given that better part. He has received her 
 
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 unto Himself, that where He is, there she may be 
 also, "Ev^r with the Lord." 
 
 "O Death, where is thy sting! 
 O Grave, where is thy victory!" 
 
 MRS. W. C. GOLDEN. 
 
 From the First Baptist Church Calendar for the 
 week beginning May 28, 1916: 
 
 "Again the Death Angel has come to us, and 
 Miss Evie Brown, so useful and so much loved, has 
 gone to her reward with the faithful. The bulletin 
 does not allow the space for any adequate apprecia- 
 tion of Miss Erie's wonderful character, but we must 
 mention her great and optimistic vision for this church 
 and its future. She seldom spoke of the glorious past 
 of the church, as so many of her age are apt to do, 
 but all her hopes and suggestions were for the place 
 the church will take in the Greater Nashville that 
 is to be, and she was in sympathy with all plans that 
 looked to future building and development. Could 
 she have remained with us she would have helped 
 greatly in all things that look for efficiency in meeting 
 the great new day to which we are rapidly coming. 
 Her faith and vision were a constant inspiration, and 
 we shall miss her everywhere. We need to pray for 
 
 grace to say, 'Thy will be done.' ' 
 
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 MEMORIAL SERVICES FOR MISS EVIE BROWN. 
 
 "MONTEAGLE, TENN., July 19. For many 
 years Miss Evie Brown, well known in Nashville, 
 has been a valued member of the Monteagle Mis- 
 sionary Association, contributing liberally to the mis- 
 sionary home maintained by it at this place. 
 
 "In recognition of her work, and of the associa- 
 tion's loss in her death, a memorial service, arranged 
 by the association's president, Mrs. I. J. Van Ness, 
 of Nashville, was held on the last day of missionary 
 week. 
 
 "The platform in Warren Hall was appropriately 
 decorated in white hydrangeas, daisies and designs 
 done in Monteagle ivy, while in the background 
 hung the Mexican flag, guarded and protected on 
 either side by our own red, white and blue, em- 
 blematic of the Christian love and brotherhood which 
 she upheld and approved. 
 
 "Mrs. George B. Eager, Trustee for the Baptist 
 Missionary Training School, located in Louisville, 
 Ky., presided at the service, speaking in words of 
 greatest commendation of Miss Brown's work in be- 
 half of that institution as well as all other missionary 
 activities of her denomination. Resolutions written 
 by Miss Margaret McNeilly, of Nashville, were 
 read and adopted. A letter from Miss Marie Buhl- 
 maier, for years Baptist missionary at the emigrants' 
 
 pier in Baltimore, told of Miss Brown's generosity 
 
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 and helpfulness. A "Friend's Appreciation," writ- 
 ten by Mrs. A. J. Wheeler, of Nashville, and a 
 tribute from Mrs. Van Ness followed. Mrs. Van 
 Ness spoke of Miss Brown as the ideal Christian 
 hostess, telling of the "prophet's chamber" in her 
 cottage at this place. The service was fittingly closed 
 by Mr. Brantley Smith, of Nashville, who sang, 
 "Only remembered by what we have done." Nash- 
 ville Banner. 
 
 From the July number of In Royal Service: 
 WITH THE ENCOMPASSING WITNESSES. 
 
 "Two other honored and beloved friends of the 
 Woman's Missionary Union have recently joined the 
 faith-inspiring 'cloud of witnesses' which compass the 
 Christian forces. 
 
 "The other friend, who also during the Asheville 
 meeting 'went home,' was Miss Evie Brown, of Ten- 
 nessee. In Richmond, Virginia, in 1 907, Miss Brown 
 was elected a charter trustee of the Training School 
 and was each year re-elected from her state. Thus, 
 though very frail, she felt that she must attend the 
 Asheville meeting, for she knew that at that session 
 the enlargement of the school would be planned for. 
 So on Wednesday afternoon, May 1 7, when the 
 Training School Board met in Asheville, Miss 
 Brown was present. To every detail of the long ses- 
 sion she gave her untiring attention, being enthusiastic 
 
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 in her endorsement of the building plans submitted 
 by the local board of the school. One of these plans 
 was the suggestion that in each church a "Dollar 
 Club" be organized as one means of raising the de- 
 sired amount. Though Miss Brown was one of the 
 largest contributors to the school, still she knew that 
 the school would gain a friend with every gift, so 
 she sprung to her feet to commend the plan, saying 
 that while we did want large gifts from many 
 wealthy individuals, still it would mean far more to 
 get the masses interested through such clubs. From 
 her emphasis upon these 'Dollar Clubs' to enlist the 
 many in the raising of the needed $98,000.00 sprang 
 the slogan: '$98,000.00 from 98,000 persons.' 
 
 "Another beautiful service which she rendered at 
 Asheville occurred on Friday noon. It will be re- 
 called that at that hour representatives of the Foreign 
 Mission Board came before the Union to ask help in 
 raising its $180,000.00 debt. While the pledges 
 were being taken, Miss Lila Mclntyre, a trained 
 nurse from interior China, said that she could give 
 only $10.00, but that she wished also to give the 
 string of amber beads which she wore around her 
 neck. She said that she bought them in China for a 
 very small price but that in the United States they 
 would cost from $60.00 to $75.00. At the recess 
 hour Miss Brown told the presiding officer that she 
 wished to purchase the beads for $75.00, with the 
 understanding that they be given back to Miss Mc- 
 
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 Intyre to wear for her in China. At the afternoon 
 session the W. M. U. Treasurer narrated this beau- 
 tiful incident, but withheld Miss Brown's name, as 
 she requested. Again Miss Mclntyre came forward 
 and the beads were put around her neck as she told 
 of her added joy in owning them once more and of 
 her gratitude to the unknown friend. 
 
 "And so from the meeting to which her presence 
 had contributed so much of helpfulness and interest, 
 Miss Brown started for her home in Nashville. But 
 not to the earthly but to the heavenly home the 
 Father gently took her on Sunday, May 2 1 . Truly 
 it was but a Sabbath journey for her whose whole 
 life seemed continuous praise in her temple of service 
 to Him. 
 
 ' 'We shall come with joy and gladness, 
 
 We shall gather 'round the throne; 
 Face to face with those that love us, 
 
 We shall know as we are known; 
 And the song of our redemption 
 
 Shall resound through endless day, 
 When the shadows have departed 
 
 And the mists have rolled away.' ' 
 
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