Biographical Sketches 503
11, 1892, was from the text: "All things work together for good to
them that love God."
(In the Biblical Recorder of January 18, 1893, is found a summary
of the addresses made at his funeral services by the pastor, Dr. W. R.
Gwaltney, by Dr. John Mitchell, by a student, Rev. I. T. Newton, and
by his colleagues, Professors Mills, Lanneau, Poteat, and President
Taylor. On the same page is a short sketch of his wife, who died on
July 24, 1892, by her son, W. B. Royall, from which the extract given
below is taken.)
ELIZABETH BAILEY ROYALL
My mother was born at Mount Pleasant, South Carolina, August 26,
1821, and was the oldest child of Dr. Robert S. Bailey, a well known
and highly esteemed physician in his day, having received his
professional education in London, and being a contributor to one or
more of the leading medical journals of this country. She was a sister
of Dr. Thomas P. Bailey, late President of the Medical Association of
South Carolina.
On October 12, 1843, she was married to my father. Into this union
she entered with the full consent of her mind to be a preacher's wife,
and never was station more faithfully, more heroically filled. Forty
years ago, amid the wilds of Florida, my father often absent for weeks
on the frontier as a missionary, bravely and lovingly she did her part
as the help mate of the Lord's servant. Nor did any of the little ones,
over whom so tenderly and faithfully and wisely she watched, ever
hear from her lips a whisper of discontent at her lot in life. Her
exalted conception of the preacher's calling was such as to invest that
calling in the minds of her children with a wholesome sacredness and
dignity, while it left untrammeled the man of God, who knew that all
was well at home so far as a heart loyal to his Master and his Master's
servant could make it so. Wherever duty found him, whether in the
pulpit, the country school, the professor's chair, her unwavering
confidence in the integrity of his purpose rendered her an intelligent
and cheerful sympathizer with him in every detail of his work. When
there was no token of appreciation from others of arduous task per-
formed, her "well done" was often to his soul as the prophecy of his
Master's plaudit.
When she was taken from his side, though the ambition to fulfill his
mission seemed to suffer no abatement, all desire simply to live was
gone; to depart and be with Christ seemed far better.
The last two years that my mother spent on earth were in some
respects the sweetest and brightest years of her life. Though paralyzed
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