Mrs. Wyly Glover, died at the home of her husband, near Merrelton, Tuesday and was buried in Jacksonville Thursday.
 

Jacksonville Republican, Jacksonville, Alabama, 9 March 1889, page 3, column 1.

On the night of March 5, 1889, the happy home of Dr. Wiley Glover, of this county, was entered by the dark messenger of death and despoiled of its happiness by the removal from its sacred presence the cherished wife and loving mother.

Mrs. Glover, whose maiden name was Killough, was born in Jefferson county, Ala., November 2, 1829; was happily married to Dr. Glover, November 1, 1848, and in the sixteenth year of her age, she was converted to God and united with the Presbyterian church, and from the day of her dedication to the Lord until the close of her mortal life she adorned the doctrine of God by a meek and quiet walk, and a well-ordered conversation. Shortly after her marriage she removed to this county and settled near Weaver's Station, where she spent the prime of her life, and where her superior worth and excellency as a wife, mother and friend, neighbor and christian, were best known and appreciated. In 1887 she removed to Merrolton to occupy a new and beautiful home, recently erected by her husband; her family bouyant with the hope that the Lord would spare her frail life years to come to gladden their home with her presence and cheerful nature. But how soon did the Lord call her to another home, "a home not made with hands, eternal in the heavens," where we hope she wears a crown of unfading glory, infinitely brighter than those with the gold and gems, and the glittering trifles of earth can compose. Endowed by nature with a superior mind, liberally educated and possessing a rare combination of the many graces and excellences that charm and ornament true womanhood, she naturally drew to herself a large circle of warm and admiring friends. In disposition she was always cheerful and hopeful, always looking on the bright side of life, and was just the kind of a woman that would make glory in the darkest lives and sunshine in the shade. Never did we see the serenity of her temper disturbed.

She was a wife in whom her husband did safely trust, and no mother ever yearned with more tender and earnest solicitude over the children God had committed to her training and loving care. Her faith in her Lord was strong and unshaken and the grace of God her support.

Although disease had affected her physical energy, the bright intellect and well cultured mind were never diminished in vigor and she was enabled in the very throes of death to talk calmly, sweetly and hopefully of death and the christian's everlasting reward. Her earthly existence is ended. She has made a happy change from pain and suffering to one of eternal health and rest. She fell asleep in the arms of that Saviour to whom she had committed her all for time and eternity, and died like a child going to sleep. When too feeble to sleep in an audible tone she pointed her bony finger upward and with a look of ineffable peace, she whispered as she passed up to the battlements of glory, "I am going home."

May the God of all grace pour into the hearts of the bereaved family a consolation that is refreshing, quieting and unutterably sweet in his their darkest hour of grief.

J. K. Spence.

Weaver's Station, Ala., April 2, 1889.

Jacksonville Republican, Jacksonville, Alabama, 6 April 1889, page 3, column 3.

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