The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1896-03-04

master and Christian gentleman.
He was noted for his hospitality and
liberality and was ever ready to as
sist the needy and oppressed by word
or deed and extended charity with
an even hand, without regard tor race
or creed.
These noble traits of character,
together with his scrupulous honesty
and fidelity in business, Won for him
a number of friends.
When he was young man he was
happily married to Miss Elizabeth
Wolfe, a daughter of the late j.
Archibald Wolfe, a prominent and
wealthy planter of Sandy Run.
He was a nephew of and bore the
name of the late Hon Abram Geiger,
who was an officer in the War of
1912, the founder of the celebrated
Platt Springs academy and who
ably represented Lexington county
in the Legislature, in the more early
years of the century. He was also
brother of the late Hon. John c.
Geiger, one of Lexington's most dis
tinguished sons, who represented her
for several terms in the Legislature
in ante-bellum days and was one OF
the signers of the Ordinance of Sc
cession.
As Christian, he adhered to the
church of bis fathers, the Evangelical
Lutheran, in which he was baptized
in infancy and gave strong evidence
by his consistant walk in life and his
serene and peaceful death, that he
chad fought good fight, was VIC
torious in the great battle Of life and
was now prepared to meet his God.
He had long been waiting for the
angels to call
And was ready and willing that
call to obey,
And he fell, as a ripe sheaf, in
harvest will fall
With the love of his Savior to light
the dark way.
He leaves a wife and seven chill
dren, five sons and two daughters,
Mrs. Walter Leaphart and Mrs. Barr
Nunnamaker, to mourn his irrepar.
able loss. They sorrow not as those
who have no hope, but look forward
to a blessed reunion beyond the
grave.
The void which his death has oc-
casioned in the county and commu-
nifty as we'll as in the family circle
can never be flied and while we bow
our heads, in sorrow and say:
Father, Thy will be done!" we
would offer our tribute to his grief
stricken family and friends and ask
in the beautiful language of the poet
Bryant
Why mourn ye that our aged friend
is dead?
Ye are not sad to see the gathered
grain,
Nor when their mellow fruit the
orchard cast,
Nor when the yellow woods shake
down the ripened mast.
Ye sigh not when the sun, his course
fulfilled,
His glorious course, rejoicing earth
and sky,
In the soft evening, when the winds
are stilled,
Sinks where his islands of refresh
ment lie,
And leaves the smile Of his departure,
spread
| Der the warm colored heaven and
ruddy mountain head.
Why weep ye then for him, who,
having won
The bound of mans appointed years,
at last,
Life's blessings all enjoyed, life's
labors done,
Serenely to his final rest has
passed;
While the soft memory of his vir-
tues, yet
Lingers, life twilight hues when the
bright sun is set.
His youth was innocent; his riper
age,
Marked with some act of goodness,
every day;
And watched by eyes that loved him,
calm and sage,
Faded his late declining years away:
Cheerful he gave his being up and
went
To share the holy rest that waits a
life we'll spent.
A FRIEND.
Oak Grove Alliance, No. 9ol.
To the Editor Of the Dispatch:
On Saturday, the 9th day of Feb