Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1895-06-08
JESUS Is MINE. y
HIS FAvORITE HYMN.
A Tone ling Scene OF VirginIaR " no
Died In New York


A TOuc ing Scene Of VirginIaR " nc
Died In New York
Palmer. the barber had been very IN
aud looked very much unl Ike bimself az
be crent from chair to chair in the shop
OF Mcqueen and Co, on 3rd Avenue in
BROOKLYN one chilly afternoon, when
entered aud l)insd the group of lOuDg-
ers around the stove. The comforting
warmth of IRE in winter has a tendency
TO appeal TO aud drew out the social
and communicative size OF mans ma
ture; aud the lOungers eb0ut MSOleen
x Co q inviting stove were "a usual in q
talkative frame of mind The topic OF
discussion on this particular afternoon
was music, vocal and Instrumental, sing
ers and performers of renOwD and T, pute.
Songs that were new, old songs thai
would never die, new songs that would
have an undving future. Palmer, who
had been silent and attentive listener
finaliv spoke NJ aud said. Il have
travelled verv extensively as a tenor
singer in minsrrsls, was also a choir
leader in BrookiVn for good many
years Failing health together with
age has caused me TO give up th-se, yet
love to hear good singing with good
accent and expression. When / hear
such singing forget that my voice has
fail' d and SDvOluntarily Join in. There
- are two songs that are special favOrites
mine--"he went on after a long
AID never tire hearing them
One is:
See that my graves kept green
q the other one still sweeter is,
Jesus is mine.
lie cleared his throat and began 70 sing
with voice that though somewhat
sracked had not lost it's sweetness:-
Fade, fade each earthly Joy,
Jesus is mine;
Break every tender tie,
Jesus is mine;
Dark is the wilderness,
Eartkpno re.stiug place,
J Bne can bless,
Jesus is mine.
voice was growing husky, there
tears in his eyes. We Joined him
second verse for we too were filed
Pmotion -
mpt not my soul away,
Jesus is mine;
Y would l ever stay,
Jesus Is mine;
my soul has tried,
bat dismal void
as satisfied,
B is NINE"
= no longer, his strength
I'd the last line was
Jesus is mine When
e4e&oDbe said, Il say and do
things now and then but don't
Il. / don't believe God holds
BE things against Us even il we do the
anne over again, we are so much like
llldren-" After closing the shop we
alked together, Palmer and as far as
tiantic avenue. There we separated.
saw him no more. A few mornings
rewards among the silent upturned
,es in the hospital was laid all that
- mortal OF Palmer. The death an
had passed during the night and
tn icy hand had touched him perhaps
tn the last line of that favorite hvmn
bon his lips-"Jesus is mine" Who
lows2
Farewell mortality.
Jesus is mine"
no knows what atonement he made
life of sin within those brief houra
he Lord is merciiui and gracious, slow
anger and plenteous in mercy. He
III not always chide neither will He
eep His anger forever"
'See that my graves kept green
We're there no friends or kindred near
p heed that request? Not one. This
oor wretch whom it seemed the world
az turned It's back upon, has had quite
eventtnl career. Born in or near al.
xandria, Va, he left home during
rants first term as Preside leaving
ehind a wife and several children.
neither or not there was trouble in the
5me, we are unable to say; yet those
no knew him say that during all the
airs thar interviewed he made few i'll
y visits to the old home in VIRGINIA
SAID that at one time Palmer was
AtSt~Ihe most popular cOlofed harhers
in Brooklyn, f6&t~ Was a leader of a
very popular church choir: that he
dressed in the height of fashion and
mingled with the elite The most re-
spectacle men Of the day patronized his
costly furnished and equipped shaving
saloon and conversed with him upon
the advanced topics of the times. Nov
he dies with no one to do him reverence.
The forsaken wife it is said died quite
a four years ago and the children who
perhaps would not know their father
ave grown to manhood and woman
bod. But it's too late now to chide
nd ask why he chose life of exile. He
no might have found hosts of friends
&Dout him with bands OF steel was at
his death without one. But He who
hears the ravens cry, and marks the
sparrOW's fall may have said to that
poor wretch as he departed. "Thy sins
be forgiven thee" Though there be no
pne to sod and keep that grove green,
the violet blushing beneath the sum-
mer,ssun shall creep upon the humble
mOund and show to passers by that
God is watching the dust It'll He shall
4 bid it rise." And though no choir stood
around to chant a requiem over the de-
i parted leader, the Nightingale will sing
4 a lullaby.
"Jack Thorne."