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WILLIAMS, Malvina
Feb. 26, 1890; Oregonian, p 7
 

Died --- At the home of her parents, near Canby, Or., February 14, 1890, Miss Malvina Williams, aged 35 years.

Miss Williams came to Oregon with her parents in 1865, since which time they have resided in Clackamas county. About nine
years ago she began teaching in the public schools of this county.

Her intense application and sincere love for the work, added to a pleasing address, made her a successful teacher, one who was
beloved by pupils and patrons. She was taken ill about a month before her death, while teaching in the little village of Canby.

She had made arrangements to build a residence here, where she and her parents intended to reside. Soon after she was
prostrated her parents were taken ill, her father dying February 16. She realized that the bright dreams of life were vanishing.
The star of hope was losing its luster; her vision of earth was becoming limited. She could hear the breaking of the waves on
the farther shore; she could see the beautiful flowers growing on the banks beyond.

She did not fear to go; but it was hard to leave the dear friends whom she had known so long and loved so well.

Let us hope that the loving words of those who had been with her during her illness were the last sounds she heard; that the
dreams of a life beyond the grave were fulfilled.

She was in the springtime of life. The bright constellation of hope shone in the broad firmament. It seemed as though she
stood on the eminence that overlooked the sea of expectation, and that she beheld the haven. Life's hardest battle had been
fought, and now she was about to enjoy the peace and quietude that follows conscientious work when the fatal message was
received. She passed from the bright and pleasing hopes of this world to the land from whence no traveler returns. Let us hope
that the rippling of the waves on the golden strand bring a sweet cadence; that there is no pain or sorrow; that quietude and
peace reign supreme, and that the fountain of eternal life is laden with the sweet perfume of love. S.A.D. Gurley.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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