The intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1887-1891, 1889-05-25
IN MEMORIAM.
From the Odessa De mocrat.

lbrOm the odessa Democrat.l
John Monroe Ewing "after life g fit
full fever sleeps WELL" He breathed
his last at his home in this city, on
Monday morning at IL O'Clock.
A little over two months ago, he fol-
lowed the remains of his wife to their
final resting place. On the day of her
decease he said to the writer that he
soon expected to follow, and by other
expressions he evidently had neither
fear or regret of the event.
lie was born sixty.two years ago
last April, near Lexington, this county.
For all that period this county has
been his home. Ee was reared in the
days of the grand old pioneers of
western Missouri, amid men of strong
minds and answering integrity.
The surroundings of the boy made
impressions that became the web and
woot of the lite of the man. For more
than fifty years he lived in the neigh
borhood where his father, Chatham S.
Ewing, settled in about the year 1885.
His early acquaintances and friends
have all passed over to the other shore;
but there are those still left who have
known him long and well. These
with one accord will testify to his ster
ling qualities as neighbor and friend.
Ii we should single out two quail
tiles that sh0ne most conspicuous in
his character, we would unhesltatingly
choose from the rest his great love OF
truth and his benevolence of disposi.
ton. He scorned lie and liar. In
the benevOlence of his heart and dis
position to aid others, he sometimes
acted to his own detriment. But il
was his nature to feel for the distress
OF Others and aid them, though he
might suffer by it himself.
But this is no fault. 1t is God
given virtue that is but too seldom
seen In this selfish world of ours.
The deceased had been meRber OF
Mount Hebron congregation of the
Cumberland Presbyterian church since
its organization thirty-eight years ago,
and has now doubtless joined "the
church triumphant II such has been
his happy lot, how far beyond human
comprehension was the joy of the
meeting OF wife and husband, of father
and sons, when spirit met spirit i'm that
bright sun.lit landI Eye hath moi
seen, ear hath not heard, neither hath
it entered into the heart of man TO
conceive of these things" writes the
Great Apostle. How grand the i'm
agery painted by the inspired writer, OF
world without sorrow or a pang OF
regret; home without moments
sickness or pain; an abode where death
and the dark shadow of the grave
never penetrates. Such grand exist.
ence will surely repay for the ankle
ties, the tolls and the cares of this short
and checkered life.
10 that bright realm we trust and
believe our dead friend has gone. He
trod the narrow path marked out by
the Golden Rule as nearly as the tot
tering steps of frail humanity could do.
When nearing the end, with his feet
in the chilly flood, with eyes doubtless
fixed on the other shore, he repeated
with fallering breath ana feeble voice {:
"Though l pass through the valley and
shadow of death, L will not fear, for
know He is with me-"
The funeral services were conducted
by the Rev. l.. F. Clemmens, for many
years his pastor. His friends and
neighbors laid him to rest by the side
of his wife, who had preceded him to
the grave but a few days over two
months, in Hebron cemetery.
A weeping willow that stands near
seemed to droop in sorrow over the
four graves of father, mother and two
sons, so freshly made. Those four
mounds are most graphic picture OF
a once happy, but now desolate home.
In less than three years time, family
of seven have been reduced to three
-Four in the grave, two here, and one
in a far distant home. But why weep
or mourn? We have the best of assur-
ance that it is not all of lite to live or
all of death to die. For says the Great
Apostle to the Gentiles:
"In moment, in the twinkling OF
an eye, at the last trump, tor the
trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall
be raised incorruptible and we shall be
changed"