submitted by Neal Carter, October 13, 2007

November 16, 1893

The funeral of Mrs. OLIVE HOLCOMB DEAN occurred at her late residence on East Eighth street, November 18th, at 9:30 p. m., conducted by Rev. N. W. Burtner. A large number of sympathizing friends attended the funeral obsequies.

Six years ago she was afflicted with nervous prostration, which was the source of much suffering. She was a most patient sufferer, and without murmuring was resigned to the Masterís will, often exclaiming, the Lord knows what is best and He will let us know why we are thus afflicted. She was for many years a consistent member of the Methodist Episcopal church. Sister Dean was a quiet and unassuming Christian, and her desire was to work for her Savior. Her faith in God was remarkable. Never doubting His promises, she committed her interests and her family to His tender care. She exhibited at all times a spirit of love for her Savior and all mankind. One who knew her inner life for twenty-six years said she was love itself. She loved Godís word. Her favorite Scripture was the 23d Psalm. The secret of her beautiful life was her love for Godís word and her devotion to His cause. Death brings us to a full appreciation of her Christian character. ďPrecious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.Ē Precious and also beautiful, it was to Sister Dean a blessed experience. She was never so well situated to glorify God as in her dying hour, for then she displayed the tenderness of His care, the truth of His promises, the support of His everlasting love. While the eye of the body was closing to the beauties of earth the eye of the soul was opening to the glories that are to be revealed in Heaven. While her hold of all that life holds dear was relaxing she clung with a firmer grasp of faith and a closer embrace of love to the things that are unseen and eternal in the heavens. The day of the death of the righteous is indeed better than the day of their birth, for rich with all their treasures of spiritual knowledge, the growth and accumulation of a lifeís discipline, they come to their last hour like the mellow fruit that gathers into itself all the life of the tree and all the dew and sunshine of summer, and at last bends and breaks the branch from which it hangs. Her influence will live on and be an inspiration for good to those who knew her. Her four sons acted as pall bearers and tenderly laid mother away to await the resurrection. The bereaved companion and children have the sympathy of all in their sad bereavement. --- COM

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