Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1895-10-02
OBITUARY.
JOHN b. HUNT.

Like as a shock of corn cometh in
his season" 30 this good man has COM
to his grave in a full age.
On February IS, 1895, John B. Hunt
finished his course, breathed his last
and went up to his rich reward.
He was born September 10, 1915. In
the year 1914, April IS, he was married
to Miss Rachel Vincent. Two years
later, at Lebanon, Sullivan County,
Tenn, he professed saving faith in
Christ. and joined the Methodist Epis-
copal Church, under the pastorate of
Rev. Jesse James.
During the late rebellion he was a
firm unionist. When the war cloud
passed away, and Methodist Episcopal
Church was recognized in the South,
with rejoicing and gladness Brother
Hunt promptly entered her fold; for
he sympathiZed with secession
neither in Church nor State.
For owe fifty years, he and Sister
Hunt lived, loved, and labored to-
gether as husband and wife. For a
half century they %journeyed together,
gazing heavenward.
~ 10 " pbiubhO Viz uktu anu
stricken companion should now say,
II feel lonely" But these lonely mo-
ments of separation are fitting by and
the reunion draweth nigh.
To them six children were born, four
sons and two daughters. All are liv-
ing but the youngest son, George.
His death vas a blow, stunning and
staggering to his aged father. To his
pastor he said, II can t understand it"
1t was a reversal Of the order In the
fathers mind and hope. George was
in the strength of young manhood, and
his father vas under the weight of
many weary years. Bother Hunt ex.
pected the care and love of his son in
death; but Gods order was that
George should 20 first and the father
follow, so it was. Brother Hunt saw
the strong young man breathe his last
and go down into the grave, to make
kindred dust, by the side of which be
was to lie down to his last repose.
But as they both have crossed the
great spaces, and the mists have Tor
aver rolled away, it is no longer
strange" Thou shalt know here.
after"
In the itinerant life of the writer, no
man eve bound us to him by ties more
strangely sweet ana dear, than did
Uncle John B. Hunt. No one ever
manifested a greater concern for the
comfort of the writer and his family,
during a pastorate of two years on the
Fall Branch charge, than did this
sainted man of God.
When our feet shall have ceased to
travel in earth uneven ways, and We
20 up to Join our translated friend and
brother, we shall thank him again yon-
d-r in the presence of the lust made
perfect" in the presence Of angels and
of his Redeemer and ours for his broth
erly spirit toward us, and for his un-
%wavering 10y atty to the church.
John b. Hunt was the Methodist
preachers firm friend. Many who
shared the hospitality of his home and
received from his hand, hard and hon
estly earned money, have passed away.
But a large number of ministers in the
Holston Conference remain, who en-
balm him in their affections.
Brother Hunt loved the church. He
vas a Methodist of the olden type. He
gave literally of his means to support
the gospel.
Often did we bear it said, while his
pastor, when Uncle John Hunt is
gone, he will be missed by the Method
ist Episcopal Church throughout the
Fall Branch charge"
Since his transition we have heard
1t said-said at Sulphur Spring camp
meeting, we miss Uncle John Hunt
THE righteous shall be in everlasting
remembrance"
Brother Hunt was a man Of marked
industry and economy. He succeeded
we'll in business; but at what cost of
ease and strength few will ever know.
He did not allow the things that must
be left this side of the grave, to intrude
on his hours of devotion. From the
time he gave his heart to God he ever
kept the family altar warm with the
breath of prayer. He was punctual in
his attendance upon public worship.
He has left behind him a rich legacy
to the church, his wife, children and
kindred.
AS we think of his life, we can sing,
Servant of God we'll done" Thou
hast risen above all earth's dangers,
triumphed over the last enemy, aud
hast gone to thy eternal rest.
20 thou root and offspring of David
thou bright and morning star; con
descend to guide the aged widow,
mother and children through the re-
naming darkness of their pilgrimage,
till they are ushered into the sunlight
of immortal day,n