The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1905-05-11
IN MEMORIAM.

In MEMORIAM.
George Lowell Miller was born July 20,
1855, died April "a, 1905. He was the
second son Of A. P. Miller, and of Mary
Todd, both of whom were Virginians by
birth. His father was rich planter of the
old regime. Estabi ,hing himself near
Brandon in the dear days that are no
more, he brought with him the traditions
Of old Virginia housekeeping, and Of bound
less hospitality. Mr.. Miller was sent
back to the mother-state to complete
his education. The best part of his train
ing, however, was due TO the gentle
mother and honorable father. They in
stilled into his young, receptive mind,
those principles of justice and mercy which
bring to man his highest estate.
On Nov. l6, 1876, Mr.. Miller was
married to Miss Zourie Collier. Two
children were the offspring of that happy
union. One survives. he is the name
sake of grandfather who not only left an
honorable name, but who was man of
courtly bearing and magnificent appear
ance. The wife, who is left desolate, has
this sweet consolation. that their marriage
was an ideal one. Although they suffer
ed some of the woes incident to life in
which sickness and sorrow must enter,
vet there was no jar, or fret. They were
everything to each other, nor did they
hesitate to show it by those tender
ways, and endearing epithets, which are
most often seen in the neWly-married.
Mr.. Miller was loving father, not an
austere one. He gave his son unbounded
love, ready sympathy and that confidence
which inspires confidence in return, and
which leads to noble results. AS broth
er, he was generous and appreciative. He
was most devoted son. His father, dying.
left the mother to his especial care. Most
beautifully did he keep the trust. He was
loyal, dutiful, tender-never too engrosSed
with other occupations to obey her every
command or to heed her lightest wish.
AS have said, he was an exemplary
son, husband, father-and such friend!
He was a reserved man, who did not wear
his heart on his sleeve, but he was true as
steel to his friends. He was brave, loyal,
generous. No one could whisper in his
ears the least word of SANDER or detraction.
Noblesse oblige was his motto. He not
only would not believe evil of his fell
lows, but he had that charity which cover
cts multitude of sins, and which "think-
eth no evil"
He had glad and merry heart. Low
ing young people, they loved him. How
many unselfish things he has done to give
them pleasure! The real greatness of his
soul was shown in his love for little child
rem. One of his last conscious acts was to
brighten an hour for the baby Helen.
Mr.. Miller led the wholesome, large life
of the old time planter. He lived near to
natures heart, and so his sympathies were
broad, his daily walk simple and unaffect-
ed. "He that putteth not out his money
to usury"- Mr.. Miller would never profit
by another's misfortune. He not only
would not take the pound of flesh, but on
the other hand, he oft-tmes forgave the
debtor altogether. Indeed, the number of
such benefaotions will never be known,
for he obeyed the injunction, Let not your
left hand know what your right hand
doeth."
One of the browning features of Mr..
Miller life lay in this, that he was given
to hospitality. He kept open-house as
his father had done before him. Although
he lived luxuriously and entertained most
delightfully."-, he laid. no stress on show,
on pomp and circumstance. When you
entered his door, you were made to feel
that, for the time being, the house was
yours and you were free to do as you
pleased-thiS is the very essence of true
hospitality. But his guests were not only
those who could return in kind; his doors
were wont to welcome the very poorest of
Gods creatures, who might fare his way.
No one, however destitute, was turned
away from bed and board and good cheer.
He gave instant aid to all shipwrecked
souls who reached out for the helping
hand. ''Inasmuch as we have done it to
the least of these, we have done it unto
me-"
He lived that charity that never faileth.
He was merciful to Gods suffering poor,
therefore he shall obtain mercy. He gave
home to all the way.worn and weary;
surely he has found his home-the land of
fadeless bloom, where sorrow may not
enter, and the weary are at rest.
JULIA j. WALKER.