John Robert Gresham

Death of Mr. J. R. Gresham

As was briefly stated in our last issue, the soul of Mr. J. Rob't Gresham took its flight from its tenement of clay to the hand of the Spirits at 11 o'clock on Thursday night, Feb. 6.

Owing to the incessant rains on Saturday the funeral and burial were postponed until Sunday morning.

Not Withstanding the cold winds and the fact the roads were very muddy from the previous rains, the neighbors and friends of the family began gathering at the home of bereavement and sadness at an early hour on Sunday morning and by 11 o'clock there was a large assembly of sad and sorrowing people present to witness the last sad rites paid to the memory of the deceased.

At a little after eleven, Rev. W. S. McCarty, standing on the veranda near the parlor door where the ladies could hear from within and the men and boys standing on the veranda and in the yard could hear, began the solemn service announcing and lining an appropriate hymn which was sung by a few male voices, after which he offered a very earnest and fervent prayer. The from the text, "Let not your heart be troubled," etc., he preached a very pathetic and tender funeral sermon, paying a very pretty tribute to the life and character of the deceased and taking occasion to warn the young of the uncertainty of life and exhorted all to prepare for the great ordeal through which all must pass sooner or later.

At the close of the service the remains were placed in the hearse by six young men, companions and associates of Bob's in life, which headed a long train of vehicles to the family burying ground, on the old home place near Whitney, where the body was tenderly consigned to mother earth.

To the bereaved parents, brothers and sisters we express sincere condolences and for comfort and support commend them to one who is wiser than we and who alone can give true comfort and consolation in time of trouble.