The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-07-06

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From the Christian observsrl
Two Noble Lives.
Obituary notices are never fgen-
eral interest, and except for the
sake of friends, the habit ofpublish-
ing them is best honored in the
breach. But some lives convey les
sons which may be to the profiting
of many, and which it is a pity for
the Church at large to lose. We
have lately lost two members ofthe
Brick Church. Giles Co., Tenn, who
being dead, may yet speak to all
who may read this brief sketch.
Though of the same name and con
neeted, they we're not related.
William Thomas Gordon was about
twenty when his father died, lcav-
ing a helpless young family and in
volved estate. The boy at once
stepped forward and put his shout
der under the burden, He sustain
ed the family educated the children
and paid of the debts. After few
years, he went with a fair bride to
a separate home. To an outsider,
everything about his farm seemed
to go on as if by clock work. His
crops always "happened'' to be fine.
Everything seemed to be in order,
his business affairs appeared 10 be
perfectly regulated. And in these
matters he was rightly regarded as
a model in the community.
Along with his home duties he at
tended to the affairs of his wide W.
ed mother. Besides, he was an ac-
tive member of the Building Com
mittee for our new church; had for
years been a deacon, and for still
longer a time, liberal, warm heart
cd Christian. Yet I never saw him
in a hurry, He was about thirty
FIVE years old when he died Of con-
sumption, in March last, But he
had done a full Iife's work. He
wound up the remnants Of his bust
ness a few hours before his death
As friends came in, he remarked,
81 am almost gone. In the very
agony of dissolution, to one who
said about his pain, as it not aw-
fulP' he exclained, No, it is not
awful to die and go to heaven"
A few weeks later, Mrs. Major
John Gordon closed her three score
! years and ten, painlessly, uncons-
ciously, and almost without premo-
milton. In all her long life it prob.
able that no human being had evel
been thrown with her, whom she
had not placed under personal oh
legations by her kindness. Every
thing about her large establishment
was in perfect order. Her table
though not extravagant was exquis
lite. Her household was unlike al
others in that everything seemed tc
go on as of itself It might have
been inferred she had time for moth
/ ing but household cares, She left
seven children, all Of them filling
responsible positions, and to then
all she was guide and counsellor tc
the end. She seemed to feel it wa,
her mission to seek out and find and
help the sick for miles around
And yet, perhaps, without excep
ton, although she was in delicat,
health, she was the most regular at
tendaut at church, and was con
stantly at prayer meeting. To Sc,
her outside work in the church ant
neighborhood, it might hare beer
believed she did nothing else. We
I never happened to sec her in
hurry.
The lesson which these shining
lives convey Is the beauty and eff
cheney of daily, patient. self deny
ing industry. Oneo heavens choi
eest, best gifts to human beinl
is the capacity for continuous men
tai or bodily labor. Without this
all other gifts are worse than WORTH
less. Every great m n is a drudg'
and a daily drudge. The capacit
of work is the very essence of sc
Mus. That was s profound remar.
of Raphael, the greatest Of moder
painters, to one who WINS compl
mentihg him on his geninss he r.
piled the only difference hetwee
genius and other people wss that th
: genins was willing to work hard an
other people worenot. Sir WilliaI
Hamilton giEes a galaxy Of Hame
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