The Van Buren press., 1867-11-08
OBITUARY.
"IIe is not dead, but sleepeth.n

lie is not dead, but sleepeth.h
Died at North Fork. Creek Nation, at his
residence, Sept. 18th, 1861, EDWARD BUTLER
nephew of Susannah McIntOsh,) husband of
Elizabeth Butler, and the father of six little
children.
In full yigor of manhood he was snatched
from their midst; their protector, their COM
forter and helpmste; the light and joy of the
household. He was a kind and devoted hus-
band an aflcctionate and ever watchful faith
er, a good and true friend, an honest and gen
erous neighbor, and worthy citizen of his
country. Deeply do we sympathize with his
serely afflicted family, who VIII often meet
and miss him, for "thcrc will be one vacant
chair in the family circle. He was one
among the first to return to his desolate and
destitute country, after an absence Of four
years as a refugee. With the interest of his
beloved family and the welfare of his almost
ruined county always in mind he labored
diligently and with energy up to the time of
his death, to build up society and promote the
general welfare of his country and to his re-
turning people, who, at the sight of the dep
relations committed in their beautiful homes,
had tendency to be despondent, would bid
| them be cheerful and hope, and to keep up
permoSt in their minds, that an indomitablc
will, with earnest, energetic efforts would
conquer stern reality and conteutment alone
could give charm to their lives. He lived to
see his people return to their country-to
emulate their forefathers and prove that the
same heroic fire animated their hearts and
nerved their arms for the accomplishment of
good for their unfortunate country.
But no more on earth viii our generous
friend with his devoted and bereaved wife
and interesting children assembly together
around the fre-side to enjoy its pleasurcs-no
more will he afiectionately breath to them
words love. No, dear relatives the spirit OF
EDWARD, your best earthly friend;is gone to
the God who gave it, my cousin, Yes, you
have consigned his body to the keeping of
mother earth but ere this his soul, on wings
of liberty, scars far above this earthly sphere
where the Golden Gates of Heaven stand open
to receive, and angels with harps and songs
are welcoming him to an eternal home of hap
piness, the reward of the good and just. Ere
he died, to some of his most intimate friends,
he expressed his intention of soon becoming
member of the church; he was satisfied with
the sip had from the cup of worldly life; It
was not that which would gain for him a
home of peace, joy and happiness, after his
probation on earth was ended lie said there
was not an hour, that warm gusl of graft
tude did not flow from his heart to his Maker,
for the many blessings bestowed on himself
and family. His daily walk and communica-
tion with his fellow men, bespoke that of
christianity. God be praised, that in his inf
mite mercy, lie has spared to the little chill
dren parent who will watch over and rear
them in way that they prove q great bless
ing to her in her old aye, and through the re-
deeming love Of Christ, meet their parents
around the throne of grace to praise God
through all eternity. Weep no more dear
cousin, but commend your innocent children
to Him, who has promised to be "fathcr TO
the fatherless =; look to Him alone for protec-
ton for comfort, for help. Trust him, for
- lie docth all things well and would not
willingly afilict his dear children. ~.
Though winds are sobbing o'cr thy tomb
\ wild aud ntful strain,
The birds will sing and viocts bloom
When summer comes again--p|
The low sweet coolngs Of the dove,
In the osier's lcafy shade,
VIII WOO US to the spot we love. |.Ntt.." |
Where our treasured one Is laid"
SUE.
Jefferson, Tex. papers arc requested to copy.