Montgomery County sentinel., 1889-05-24
The Late J. Green Etchison.

1t becomes my painful duty to offer a few
lines as brief tribute to the memory of a
much-oved cousin, j. Green Etchison, who
departed this life February 2Sth, 1889, in
bright hope of eternal life. after long ill
ness of typhoid fever
The echoes of the past in the halls OF
memory alone bring back to me the touch
OF love and the word of affection, and then
we in our loneliness are forced TO cry out,
. for the touch of vanished hand, and
the sound of a voice that is stlled. In his
sickness all earthly aid was brought into
requisition TO stay the grasp Of death, but
proved of no avail Eminent physicians,
endowed by nature with medical skill, II
kind, loving wife, sisters, brothers and nu-
merous friends ministered to his wants dur
ing the long seven weeks of sickness. In
all OF his relations he was kind and good,
consderate of Others and unmindtul of self.
AS husband he was faithful, devoted
and afiecti0nate, knowing and performing
his duty well In the midst of trials he was
beyond the average Christian, and was al
ways bright and cheerful; under every
cloud he was sure to find Il silver lining.
In this sad bereavement we are again forcibly
reminded of the frailty of human life, the
vanity of earthly things, and solemn warn
ing that aoe too are mortal and must die.
uO Ill WlllCu ut ltSiutu u'io
lost one of its most prominent and respected
citizens, society one of its brightest orna-
ments, and the church one of its most jeal-
GUS and efficient members. His death has
cast gloom over IA large circle of friends
and relatives, it has left an aching void this
world can never fill, stricken hearts and
desolate homes. 1t is often said, and truly
so in this case, "Death loves Il shining mark"
Whilst We weep and grieve and mourn that
he has gone To the tomb so early that he
was taken away in all the vigor freshness
and splendor of manhood, yet we sorrow
not as those having no hope, for as the dear
departed one neared the dark waters and
ieit' Jurdans cold waves touch him, and
knew that the icy hand of death was upon
him, he called his weeping loved ones
around his bed and gave them every assur-
ance that he was entering upon blissful
would soon join the loved ones that had
gone before Then bidding the man affec-
tionate farewell, he shouted in blssiul an
ticipation of the glory awaiting him.
Allure me no longer,ye false glowing charms,
The Saviour awaits me, I'll go to his arms ;
AT the banquet of mercy hear there is room,
Jesus conduct me 10 heaven my home.
To his afflicted family would say, weep
comlorted, knowing that "your light atllic-
tons which are but for a moment are work
ing for you II far more exceeding and eter
nal weight of glory" And may you be en- E.
abled by the grace of God to look away from
the sorrow and gloom of earth, and by the
eye OF faith behold your loved in the glory
land, and say, stay, oh, loved one, stay
where you are, though our hearts are riven
with anguish, arei earth is so dark and drear
without thee, yet we would not call thee
back, thou art blest, happy crowned for
ever
On March Bird a large funeral procession
followed his remains to the Methodist Pro-
testant Church at Kemptown, which had
been filled to overlooking with loving and
sympathizing friends, whose fearful faces
bespoke the love they bore him.
The funeral services were conducted by
DIR. J. l.. Kilgore, assisted by Rev. t. o.
Ewing, who selected subject from the 9Th
chapter of Second Corinthians, after which
the remains were laid to rest by the side of
his mother according to requesD in the
lonely cemetery adjoining, where the weep
ing willow and cypress shall keep vigil over
his tomb until all tombs shall be opened at
the command of the victor death, and the
blessed of the Lord shall go forth unto ever
lasting life and everlasting love.
would say to his bereaved wife, ssteAs
and brothers, 70 whom he was 30 devoted.
weep not; Cousin Green sleeps, and were it
possible for you to see him In his celestial
home, you would there behold him robed in
sPotess white, washed in the blood of tie
Lamb, standing with outstretched arms at
the Beautiful Gate, beckoning you onward
and upward to the city of the living God.
On the happy golden shore,
Where the faithful part no more,
When the storms of life are DER,
Meet me there.
BY the river sparkling bright,
In the city of delight,
Where our faith is lostin sight,
Meet me thete
Where in sweet communion blend
Heart with heart and friend with friend,
In world that neer shall end,
Meet me there.
I. H.