DOUGLAS, Lillian Knight
Source: Covington Republican 10 May 1901 p 4
Mrs. Lillian Knight Douglas passed away peacefully at 5 p.m. April 30, 1901. She had been a sufferer from a complication of diseases for three years, the greater part of that time being confined in her bed or invalid chair and though in great pain she ever refused all narcotics and opiates, feeling that she would rather hear all in the strength of the Lord, her Savior whom she ever praised and trusted. No one could fail to observe the divine attributes: patience, Christian fortitude and cheerfulness with which she took up and bore her life of paint. No night casting so dark a shadow that she could not thank the Lord. No morning dawning that was not lit, for her with praise and thankfulness. Her character building had been such as lifts one from the “slough of despond” to the higher walks, the higher plains or as of old, the mount where we may commune with God and draw inspirations from him. She was a patient and affectionate wife and mother, a tender and loving daughter and sister, a kind and obliging friend and neighbor – one who did ever heed the injunction: “If thine enemy hunger, feed him. She was unselfish in the extreme, ever putting aside self for others. Of her private funds she gave 1/10th to the Lord and strictly observed the Sabbath day to keep it holy. Although an ardent lover of classical music and being possessed of rare musical talent and a voice to thrill and captivate she could not be persuaded to play or sing any but sacred music on the Sabbath. She was united in marriage to Dr. I.W. Douglas of Michigantown, this state on the 11th day of Sept 1877 from which union were born two sons Ithamar and George. She was permitted to remain with them until they were grown to manhood and now, her life work is finished, her “labor of love” is done and from our pathway is gone a dear one whose memory will be enshrined in our hearts whose influence will be as a guiding star whose helpfulness and kind deeds will live after her. She has unconsciously builded (sic) her own monument and this tribute of praise we give her is the aroma of her every day life and now as we look upon her for the last time, a broken off lily, robed in white (emblematic of purity) in her white couch with lilies, roses and carnations about her, we must not feel that this is all. She has entered the city of God whose gates shall not be shut by day and there shall be no night there. That city, the glory of God did lighten and the Lamb is the light thereof. “And the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the light of it,” and “The kings of the earth do bring their glory and honor into it.” She was the first broken link from the chain of home. She leaves the grief-stricken family of husband and two sons, two sisters and many kind friends to mourn her early departure. –- kbz