The Athens post. [volume] (Athens, Tenn.) 1848-1917, 1851-09-12
OBJTUAR ~.
ANOTHER REVOLUTIONARY SOLDIER GONE


DIED. at the residence of his daughter
Nancy MigilI. in McNlinn county, on the
Goth Of August, SAMUEL EVANS, ST., aged
about 100 years.
The deceased was born in Virginia. and
was soldier in the Revolutionary War
having served three years and half. HI
was in The battles o! the Cowpens, Kings
| Mountain, and others, and received twt
wounds, one in The arm and one in the leg
He was shot in the hand, the ball ranging
nearly 10 his shoulder, and it never wal
extracted. II could be felt very sensbly
until his death, it having worked down Il
his elbow, and was just under the surface
of the SKIN.
Samuel Evans was Wing in the Revo
luton, and he lived and died a firm and
consistent Wing. He lad drawn pension
Of eight dollars per month for many years
which supported him very comfortably in
his old age. And last, though no, least. hi
expressed willingness 10 die, and diet
shouting.
Orr old Revolutionary fathers will soor
be gone-one by one they drop in'o the
grave! How kindly should we cherish
them while living, and how sacred their
memories when dead! W. c. ".
How sad and solamn is The hour Of
death! Hard and callous mus, be the heart
that is not melted on beholding the strong
maa die-waich can witness, without
emotion, the dying struggles Of the man Of
three score years and len. whose head is
silvered DER with the frosts Of many wn>
tiers. And on view ing The cold and lfeless
form Of young, lovely and beautiful fe-
male, clothed in the mournful habiliments
OF The grave, who can refrain from drop
ping tear of sympathy tc her memory,
and feeling keenly the force Of that passage
OF holy writ. which declares nit is appoint.
ed unto man oncs to die. and alter death
the judgmenl2" And oh! wha. is more
charming sight than to see beautiful
young mother with c swee. and smiling babe
prallIing in her arms. And that mother
she clasps het child to her bosom with rap
turous delight, which hone but a mother
can feel. She loves it us she loves herself.
II seems 10 he the sail in all" OF her ex.
islence--:he centre of all her happiness -
And that little chlld-lhe emblem Of truth,
purity and innocence. ltnever did wick
ed deed-never had a sinful thought! Well
might the Saviour exclaim: "Of such is
the kingdom OF heaven!" Behold with
what manly pride that father gaZes upon
his wife and child! They seem to be the
connecting link in The cham Of his happi.
ness, 10 render his earthly felicity complete.
But alas! that chain is often snapped asun
der by the rude hand of death, and that
sweet lille innocent plucked from IT'S molh.
er's bosom and consigned to the cold and
lonely tomb!
These gloomy reflections were called
forth on hearing the unexpected lid ings OF
the death of ELIZABETH JANE, the sixth
and last child Of Cynthia Ann and Col.
James Parks. Of Benton. From some mys-
FERROUS cause in the ways Of Providence.
their children have all been takeb from
them in their infancy, but it IS doubtless
all for the better, Tor both parents and chill
dren. for it was done by Him that causes
"all things to work together for good -
Little Elizabeth Jane died on the 3lst oil
August, Of D,arrhaea, aged one year. three
months, and twelve days. Those bereav-
ed and deeply afflicted parents should re-
member that "where The treasures are.
there should their hearts be also." And
the reflection that they have six lovely 1T
tie angels now baskins in The smiles, and
reposIng on the bosom Of the Saviout.
should cause them 10 wean their affections
from all worldly objects, and prepare to
meet their children where parting will be
no more. and where sickness, pam and
sorrow can never come.
Youth and beauty will fade away,
The blooming rose will soon decay.
The fairest flower that decks the field
When death appears must quickly yield.
No pen can paint-no tongue can tell
The thoughts that now your bosoms swell
Your "liiile Lizzy," in youthful bloom,
Now fills the cold, the lonely tomb!
Your daughter sweet and smiling face
Lies pale and cold in deaths embrace,
But thank the Lord she has home
Where pain and grief can never come!
you love your children dear,
Thsn while you drop mournful tear
Make this resolve: 'sC:ome life or death,
III serve God with my lntest BREATH"
Columbus, Sept. 8, 1851. w.e.v.