Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1883-10-14
INGEMISC0.
John Gilmore.

Died, September s, 1888, near Emery. Rains
county, Tex, at the homestead of his father-in-
law, DIR. John Z. Mourning, JoHN GILMORE.
The deceased born near Louisville, KY,
August l, 1896, and fity-seyen years, one
mouth and eight days of age, when he passed
Little Church-yard'' Of Lone STAR" where he
sleeps, not alone, but by his angel child, LITTLE
IsADoRE, who went before him to unbar the golden
The subject of our sketch left his old 'Ken-
tucky Home" when q small lad Of ten years Of
settling near Springfield, and aiterward removing
to Arkansas, in ls3S, which has been his
home and his happy hunting ground, and too,
the field of his labor and hardships since, sur
rounded with all the sad disappointments and
bitter revsrses attending the early settler and
of care and self lfdenial, with scant means and an
humble hewn log cabin in the wilds, did not
check his zeal, mar his future, or unnerve the
| iron will of him who knew such word as fail;
He took everything by the smooth handle, and
accepted it as it was patient at all times and un-
der all circumstances, INDUSTRIOUS, sober and
| frugal, with honesty" on his shield and actu,
| ating every impulse of his generous and kind
heart, ever charitable to friends, neghbors and
stranger, with percentage on his loans in
friendship TO those ne knew worthy of his aid and
! help. He had his reward on earth, for what he
| touched returned h i'm gain. With good Judgment
debating all his calculations, his aims were never
inSIing Of empty words, f IA write @ in this my
simple and humble tribute to a good and honest
acter is without a biemish His unshaken love of
right, his constant industry. his simple integrity
and honesty, his courage OF convection that never
faltered, stand as landmarks that time alone can
erase, and are worthy examples for the emulation
| of his fellow-men. One of my best friends has
| passed away, and fond memory drops tear in
this sad ritual for him that's gone, at rest from
his labors where broken hearts and faded flowers
not.
There is no death! An angel form
Walks FER earth with silent tread;
| He bears onr best loved things away,
And then we call them dead.
And ever near us, though unseen,
The dear immortal spirits tread.
For all the boundless Universe
| Is life-there is no dead
One month ago he with us in all the vigor
] of his manhood, full of hope and with him fu-
ture of promise. A trip to Texas, on its prairies
| of breeze and blossom, he thought would restore
/ his invalid child, and when autumn came with
/ its frost he would return to his Arkansas Gil
| more" by the lakeside. His wandering herds
were browsing in every brake, peace and plenty
bear gun of countless hunts, his hunting-horn
that aroused his pack and awoke the echoes Of the
/ painless wood, in silence hang upon their rack
! where the old hunter left them. He'll need them
not again. He has passed away in his usefulness
| beloved and esteemed by all who knew him. Hi.
| friends His kind, patient and loving wife and
| his two children, promising son and loving
/ daughter, were by him in his last moments OF
! earth. They received his last blessing and hears
his last words his spirit took its flight TO i'm
| mortality. wife, / cannot live: you will bur,
| to mark graves Greve not for me, but I,
our home return You have plenty; educate ou
Children" Thus closed the life of JoHN GILMORE
Arkansas had no worthier son, nor Texas given
grave to q better man. NJ. S.
/ BY THE RIyERsIDE, October s, 1883.