The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1907-10-09
Death Of Mr. J. Ed. Barre.


On Saturday afternoon, surrounded
by his loved ones, his faithful nurses
and his beloved physician, who, had
sat by his bedside during the darkest
hours Of night and used every heroic
effort known to medical science to
cool his burning brow and alleviate
his suffering, Mr.. J. Ed. Barre went
into that sleep ssfrom which none
ever wakes to weep y just as the sun
was sinking behind the western hills.
It Is not often that it falls to our
lot to chronicle the death of such
noble, true and highly esteemed
Christian young gentleman. For five
weeks he had battled with typhoid
fever, and during that time he never
was heard to complain or murmur
about his condition, but bore it with
that Christian fortitude which had
been so characteristic of his life.
Ed. Barre will be missed In the
church, where he had been most
effective worker since young man
hood, and his place will never be fill
ed. He loved his church and his
pastor and was ever ready to lend a
helping hand to advance the cause Of
Christianity. He had been an officer
In ST. Stephens church for several
years and was always at his post. He
was only 80 years of age, and the eld-
est son of Mr. and Mrs. w. w. Barre.
He was buried in St. Stephens
church yard on Sunday afternoon in
the presence of the largest assemblage
of sorrowing friends and relatives
that has ever attended funeral here,
hundreds Of colored people being pres
tent to pay their last respects to the
departed dead. The funeral services
were conducted by his pastor, Rev.
w. H. Hitler, who paid a beautiful
and glowing tribute to the young
man. He was assisted by Revs.
Cronk and Kline, after which the
Knights of Pythias, of which the de-
ceased was a member, concluded the
services. The grave was simply COW
cred with bank of flowers, made by
loving friends. His life was beauti-
fu,, one and his family should be con-
soled by the fact that he is not dead,
but has only passed from earth to
some happier existence. Death for
him was but transition, and we be-
ieye that in the "silence of the re-
ceding world he heard the greatwaves
breaking upon the farther shore and
felt upon his wasted brow the breath
Of heavens eternal morning
ssTherei Is no death The stars go down
To rise upon some fairer shore,
And bright in heavens jeweled crown
They shine forever more.
EThreis no death The dust we tread
Shall change beneath the summer
ahowers
no golden grain or mellow fruit
Or rainbow w-tinted flowers.
Therei lis no death! An angel form
Walks o'er the earth with silent
tread;
He bears our best-loved things away,
And then we call them 'dead."
/ He leaves our hearts all desolate-
He plueks our fairest, sweetest
flowers;
Transplanted into bliss, they now
SAdorn immortal bowers"
In that blessed reunion which every
human soul looks, in the bright here
after, when the wicked cease from
troubling, and the weary are at rest,"
may our friend and his loved ones
left here be reunited; and may we all
so live that when we come to die we
sham have as few sins to answer for
as J. Ed. Barre. His was indeed a
noble and pure life and it can be said
of him
And thus he bore without abuse
The grand old name of gentleman"