Montgomery County sentinel., 1890-03-14
Death Of John A. Carter-Tbe death

of Mr.. John A. Carter, fourth son of Robert
w. Carter, ESQ.,, which occurred at the resi-
dence of his father, on Monday night last
in the 42nd year of his age, though anti.
cipated from the moment Of severe attack
OF paralysis occurring several weeks pre-
vieus, was, nevertheless, a severe shock to
the community in which he lived and
awakened profound sympathy among his
numerous friends in the county and else.
where.
In the cutting off of one in the prime and
vigor Of rounded manhood, with life only
half spent, there is something which makes
an impression different from that which
comes from the departure of one in the full
ness of his years. We do not mean that the
power of choice would enable us TO deter
mine that age and experience could be bet
ter surrendered than promising manhood.
The need of such a decision has been wisely
spared us by an all seeing. beneicent Prov
idence. Nor would we be understood to
have realized the full measure OF three score
and ten. There is an attraction about the
silvery frosts Of seventy winters which the
yellow sands OF thirty or forty summers
cannot possess. There is something akin
to another world in head that is already
shrouded in white, and hence the mystic
veneration for gray hairs which has become
prominent among the acknowledged vr-
tues of mankind. But when death strikes
down strong and well developed manhood,
fruit that has just rpened, he seems to come
before his time and to gather to day the
harvests of tomorrow. Such visitation
seems a denial rather than the end of life.
But, as it is with the deceased so it must
with ourself The death of Mr. Carter has
made at his late home vacant chair-it is
the breakage of the last link in chain that
once encircled large hearthstone and gave
music to Il once joyous and happy house.
hold. Others, too, have had their places
there and all are gone. Thus day by day
the inexorable reaper whispers in our ear,
Men may come and men may go,
But go on forever"
We have known the deceased from his
boyhood, and throughout that boyhood as
well as throughout his maturer days there
was always much to attract and admire.
He was popular with all classes and made
devoted friends wherever he was thrown.
He was liberal to fault, candid and sim
cere He loved to make friends, and it was
ever his earnest desire to hold them. He
extended sympathy and charity where it
was needed and his sincere and earnest en-
served. Perhaps, the most beautiful trait
in his character was his assiduous and un-
firing devotion for his aged and now af-
flicted parents. He never under any cir
cumstances neglected their pleasure, always
anticipated their comforts--he was all that
son, brother and friend could be. In the
every day walks of life he was constant,
courteous in manner and ever regardful OF
the feelings of others.
1t seems hard to realize that one with
whom we have been so intimately connected
and whose manly form mingled in our
midst so many years, attended with such
genial and pleasant circumstances, has left
US for ever. The wave has parted with the
shore, on the beach are gathered those whom
he most loved, and as its weary sobbings
make far out into the sea, 1t is sounding up.
on their ears like the murmurs Of lost
music
At this hour, as we pause to do honor to
his memory, as we try-tenderly as we may
to convey to the stricken hearts Of those
who mourn him most our appreciation of
their loss, our sympathy in their sorrow,
let US endeavor in all sincerity-in all truth
lulness To believe with them in the truth of
the inspired sentiment;
"There is no Death What seems 80 is trans
ition;
This liie of mortal breath
Is but a suburb ef the life elysian
Whose portals We call Death '