Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1893-04-14

llClllN Ia y III Ndltull, WAS my
friend, our associations were very
intimate from the day of our
acquaintance 1888, until the day
of his death in 1898.
Henry Taylop Gallon is no
more, after long struggle against
restless disease, he died at his
residence in the village of Hen
fyyille, Feby, SO.
Mr.. Cation was born in the State
of S. c., and resided there until he
was ten years of age.
The deceased was the son of
Meagha Cation and Mary Taylor.
His mother was relative of eX-
President Taylor His parents
moved to Va, and then to Ohio,
where they remained a limited
time, they then moved to the State
Of Indianana, where Mr. Cation
was happily married to Miss Sar-
all Nelson a lady of culture and re-
finement, to whose beauty Of char
acter, untiring devotion, patient
courage, high order of intellect and
supurb mental equipments, Mr..
Cation was largely indebted for his
success in life.
In 1883 Mr. Cation moved to
Tennessee and purchased the Lew
is farm near Thos. Powers'es, on
the head waters of Crowson Creek,
where he resided until about three
years ago, when he moved to Hen
riville where he engaged in the
mercantile business with his son
Scott Gallon. Henry Taylor Cal
tons life was without stain, from
boyhood his life was devoted to
christianity, his faith was implicit
and sublime, he knew his God as
surely as he knew the tranquil
beauty Of the stars that float in
the limitless realms above. No
lingering doubt ever disturbed his
belief in the divinity of Jesus
Christ, and the future state of etcr-
nal bliss, to him death was only the
gate way to eternal purity and
happiness serene. The work of
church duty was to him a work Of
love. His home was to him the
one spot on earth of sunshine and
felicity, typical of that higher home
and more numerous family to
VIII ich he has been summoned, his
great heart was entirely consccrat-
ed to his family, his appreciation
for wife and children was as pure
and sweet as a mothers kiss, his
was the home of peace and conf
dcncc. No vision of glory dim the
lustcr Of his Preside, no ambition
could dull the calm delight Of his
hcarthstonc, it was the abiding
place Of domestic virtue. Chief
and empress of them all rcigned
love, around whose throne shone
the mellow light of Christian chart
ty.
The drerded day of death is but
an animal instinct, the falling of Il
leaf is death, the whitening of a
flower is death, the changing of
the foliage of the forest is death,
the wrinkles on our faces, the men
acing gray in our hair are but the
indications of the coming of the
great master that gives us rcposc,
his hand after all is soft as tle
| dew of the morning, it is not death
that is terrible, but it is the scpa-
ration from friends, and the inabil-
itv to converse with those that are
here, dying is but disappearance
of the mist off of The mountain
crest, to be followed by the sun.
shine Of life that is real. The
| field of intimate and immcsWablt
space into which we drift is but
the domain of naked conjecture
How many ships with full sail &C
out upon the bosom Of the stormy
deep, only to return battered ant
worn, how many hearts began lif,
joyful and gladstone, to afterwards
beat irregular ticks Ike a clock GU
: of time, how many things Their
might have been for which tn,
longing heart sighed and failed t,
acquire?
= There are many faces in cav
: life gladdcncd with the JOY of hop,
: and yet we have seen these smile
$ fade into gloom and sink bcloy
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