The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1899-04-13

ing which are not convenient. AS
a man his nature was alive and
gushing with all noble generous
impulses; kind, alfectlonate, full
Of sympathy, no rojoiced with them
that roioic"d, and wept with them
that wept. In his aimly gontle
without weakness and. fond With
out improper indulgence.
1t is not amiss TO say that III
manner DR.. Un crwood was gem
tleman bland, courtly, refined
In him the polish Of the coulter
Ind the simplicity Of the christian
beautifully blended. His polite
ness did not consist III the ceromo'
MES, which, in certain circles, are
dlgnifiod as the insignia Of tho well
bred and fashionable; but it was
the outgushing Of a heart whict
no rule but the promptings Of his
own benovolcnce. 1t was the out
ward expression OF an inward dispo-
sition o. mode Of action which a
loving spirit instinctively pre-.
scribed the free, Suntaught, uncon
strained operation Of Christian
courtesy, In the parlor ard in
the pulpit, the street and in tn"
sanctuary, he was minutcly re-
gardful Of the pvoprietirs OF life;
and while the simplest rastic found
no affection, the fastidlous critic
discovered no fault.
The circumstance Of his death
are SO general known that 1 need
not detail them here. Suffice it
to say that having recently visited
his children and arranged his mln-
isterial work for another year, he
returned TO his quiet home to rest
for few days in the bosom Of his
family. Death found the soldier IN
his tent, recruiting for another cam
palgn.
He was taken suddenly on
Wednesday morning Nov. 23rd.
with neuralgia of the heart but was
not thought to be dangerous until
Saturday when medical aid was
summoned, DR.. l.. X. Burruss an
swered the call remaining with
him through the night doing all
that could be done to administer
relief but all in vain. Death
knocked loudly at the door and his
hand would not be stayed. On
Sunday morning at s o'clock Nov.
81, 1898 the silver cord was loosen
ed and the golden bowl was broken
at the fountain.
SO fades a summer cloud away,
So sinks the gale When storms are
o'er,
SO gently shuts the eye Of day,
SO dies a wave along the shore.
Life's duty done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine
to say.
How blessed tho righteous when
he dies.
Til the lie Of our brother there
was no vice to lament and in the
future there Was nothing to alarm,
] say not he was perfect, | say not
that he had no inlirmities, no hu-
man rrailtics, but l. do say that
his sacrificing spirit both ae min
istcr and practicing physician, his
spotless example arc to his descend
ants, noble patrimAny, and to
the church and humanity a price
less heritage. The funeral services
were conducted by the writer at
Carn' svills Baptist church after
which his body was taken in charge
by his masonic brethrou and buried
with usual formalities. John P.
Shannon, Past Grand Master tll-
ciating.
Servant Of God well done!
Rest from thy loved employ
The baltic fought the victory
won,
Enter thy masters joy.
Soldiers of Christ we'll done!
Praise be thy new employ,
And while etornul ages run;
Rost in thy savior's joy.
JNO. Il. GooDE.
Easley Correspondent to the Daily
News:
Easley, S. G., April 1O.-On last