SEMI-WEEKLY INTERIOR JOURNAL, STANFORD, KY.
Friday, August 12, 1887
Page 2
John Menefee Elmore died at his home in the Walnut Flat neighborhood at 4:30 Wednesday morning of fever, age 50 years. A wife and a number of children, are called on to mourn his loss, while his neighbors also generally deplore his demise. He was a strictly honest and clever man and endeavored to honor the Christian church, of which he was a member, by living an upright and blameless life. How highly he was held in the esteem of his neighbors is shown by the fact that they had recently elected him a justice of the peace, a token of appreciation of which he was very proud. The funeral sermon was preached at Goshen yesterday, after which the remains were interred in the Anderson grave yard.
Friday, August 26, 1887
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IN MEMORIAM
On Wednesday, Aug. 10th, 1887, at his residence on Dix River, Lincoln county, John Menefee Elmore closed his eyes in his last long sleep, after a long illness of fever, aged fifty years. A touching discourse was delivered by Rev. John Bill Gibson and the remains were interred in the family cemetery near Goshen church. He was married in 1859 to Miss Josephine Scott, who with a large family of children are left to mourn their irreparable loss. During a revival in 1881 at Goshen church he was restored to his Savior and his pure Godly life from that date has been worthy of emulation. He visited the sick and afflicted and his sweet words of comfort fell like refreshing showers on the hearts of suffering humanity. "In the midst of life we are in death." In a manner how inexpressibly sad has been exemplified the truth of those words.
The grim monster has invaded a happy family and laid his hands on a wife's dearest treasure and children's greatest earthly benefactor. A string in the lute is broken and the music of home is turned to mourning. His melodious voice, so much missed from our church choir, is raised in hallelujah's to Him that setteth upon the great white throne. To the lonely, heart-broken wife and weeping children we extend our heart felt sympathy. May he who doeth all things well temper the wind to his shorn lambs. Cut off in the prime of his manhood from a sphere of usefulness and honor, he has fallen asleep amid scenes terrestrial to awake amid the splendors of paradise. Though your hearts may be sore and your spirits crushed, you should remember that your loss is his eternal gain.
"How blest the righteous when he dies,
When sinks a weary soul to rest,
How mindly beams the closing eyes,
How gently heaves the expiring breath.
Life's labor done as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say -
How blest the righteous when he dies."
Alice D. Parrish, Preachersville, Ky.
Aug. 18, 1887
(Kentuckiana Digital Library)
Friday, August 12, 1887
Page 2
John Menefee Elmore died at his home in the Walnut Flat neighborhood at 4:30 Wednesday morning of fever, age 50 years. A wife and a number of children, are called on to mourn his loss, while his neighbors also generally deplore his demise. He was a strictly honest and clever man and endeavored to honor the Christian church, of which he was a member, by living an upright and blameless life. How highly he was held in the esteem of his neighbors is shown by the fact that they had recently elected him a justice of the peace, a token of appreciation of which he was very proud. The funeral sermon was preached at Goshen yesterday, after which the remains were interred in the Anderson grave yard.
Friday, August 26, 1887
Page 4
IN MEMORIAM
On Wednesday, Aug. 10th, 1887, at his residence on Dix River, Lincoln county, John Menefee Elmore closed his eyes in his last long sleep, after a long illness of fever, aged fifty years. A touching discourse was delivered by Rev. John Bill Gibson and the remains were interred in the family cemetery near Goshen church. He was married in 1859 to Miss Josephine Scott, who with a large family of children are left to mourn their irreparable loss. During a revival in 1881 at Goshen church he was restored to his Savior and his pure Godly life from that date has been worthy of emulation. He visited the sick and afflicted and his sweet words of comfort fell like refreshing showers on the hearts of suffering humanity. "In the midst of life we are in death." In a manner how inexpressibly sad has been exemplified the truth of those words.
The grim monster has invaded a happy family and laid his hands on a wife's dearest treasure and children's greatest earthly benefactor. A string in the lute is broken and the music of home is turned to mourning. His melodious voice, so much missed from our church choir, is raised in hallelujah's to Him that setteth upon the great white throne. To the lonely, heart-broken wife and weeping children we extend our heart felt sympathy. May he who doeth all things well temper the wind to his shorn lambs. Cut off in the prime of his manhood from a sphere of usefulness and honor, he has fallen asleep amid scenes terrestrial to awake amid the splendors of paradise. Though your hearts may be sore and your spirits crushed, you should remember that your loss is his eternal gain.
"How blest the righteous when he dies,
When sinks a weary soul to rest,
How mindly beams the closing eyes,
How gently heaves the expiring breath.
Life's labor done as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say -
How blest the righteous when he dies."
Alice D. Parrish, Preachersville, Ky.
Aug. 18, 1887
(Kentuckiana Digital Library)
SEMI-WEEKLY INTERIOR JOURNAL, STANFORD, KY.
Friday, August 12, 1887
Page 2
John Menefee Elmore died at his home in the Walnut Flat neighborhood at 4:30 Wednesday morning of fever, age 50 years. A wife and a number of children, are called on to mourn his loss, while his neighbors also generally deplore his demise. He was a strictly honest and clever man and endeavored to honor the Christian church, of which he was a member, by living an upright and blameless life. How highly he was held in the esteem of his neighbors is shown by the fact that they had recently elected him a justice of the peace, a token of appreciation of which he was very proud. The funeral sermon was preached at Goshen yesterday, after which the remains were interred in the Anderson grave yard.
Friday, August 26, 1887
Page 4
IN MEMORIAM
On Wednesday, Aug. 10th, 1887, at his residence on Dix River, Lincoln county, John Menefee Elmore closed his eyes in his last long sleep, after a long illness of fever, aged fifty years. A touching discourse was delivered by Rev. John Bill Gibson and the remains were interred in the family cemetery near Goshen church. He was married in 1859 to Miss Josephine Scott, who with a large family of children are left to mourn their irreparable loss. During a revival in 1881 at Goshen church he was restored to his Savior and his pure Godly life from that date has been worthy of emulation. He visited the sick and afflicted and his sweet words of comfort fell like refreshing showers on the hearts of suffering humanity. "In the midst of life we are in death." In a manner how inexpressibly sad has been exemplified the truth of those words.
The grim monster has invaded a happy family and laid his hands on a wife's dearest treasure and children's greatest earthly benefactor. A string in the lute is broken and the music of home is turned to mourning. His melodious voice, so much missed from our church choir, is raised in hallelujah's to Him that setteth upon the great white throne. To the lonely, heart-broken wife and weeping children we extend our heart felt sympathy. May he who doeth all things well temper the wind to his shorn lambs. Cut off in the prime of his manhood from a sphere of usefulness and honor, he has fallen asleep amid scenes terrestrial to awake amid the splendors of paradise. Though your hearts may be sore and your spirits crushed, you should remember that your loss is his eternal gain.
"How blest the righteous when he dies,
When sinks a weary soul to rest,
How mindly beams the closing eyes,
How gently heaves the expiring breath.
Life's labor done as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say -
How blest the righteous when he dies."
Alice D. Parrish, Preachersville, Ky.
Aug. 18, 1887
(Kentuckiana Digital Library)
Friday, August 12, 1887
Page 2
John Menefee Elmore died at his home in the Walnut Flat neighborhood at 4:30 Wednesday morning of fever, age 50 years. A wife and a number of children, are called on to mourn his loss, while his neighbors also generally deplore his demise. He was a strictly honest and clever man and endeavored to honor the Christian church, of which he was a member, by living an upright and blameless life. How highly he was held in the esteem of his neighbors is shown by the fact that they had recently elected him a justice of the peace, a token of appreciation of which he was very proud. The funeral sermon was preached at Goshen yesterday, after which the remains were interred in the Anderson grave yard.
Friday, August 26, 1887
Page 4
IN MEMORIAM
On Wednesday, Aug. 10th, 1887, at his residence on Dix River, Lincoln county, John Menefee Elmore closed his eyes in his last long sleep, after a long illness of fever, aged fifty years. A touching discourse was delivered by Rev. John Bill Gibson and the remains were interred in the family cemetery near Goshen church. He was married in 1859 to Miss Josephine Scott, who with a large family of children are left to mourn their irreparable loss. During a revival in 1881 at Goshen church he was restored to his Savior and his pure Godly life from that date has been worthy of emulation. He visited the sick and afflicted and his sweet words of comfort fell like refreshing showers on the hearts of suffering humanity. "In the midst of life we are in death." In a manner how inexpressibly sad has been exemplified the truth of those words.
The grim monster has invaded a happy family and laid his hands on a wife's dearest treasure and children's greatest earthly benefactor. A string in the lute is broken and the music of home is turned to mourning. His melodious voice, so much missed from our church choir, is raised in hallelujah's to Him that setteth upon the great white throne. To the lonely, heart-broken wife and weeping children we extend our heart felt sympathy. May he who doeth all things well temper the wind to his shorn lambs. Cut off in the prime of his manhood from a sphere of usefulness and honor, he has fallen asleep amid scenes terrestrial to awake amid the splendors of paradise. Though your hearts may be sore and your spirits crushed, you should remember that your loss is his eternal gain.
"How blest the righteous when he dies,
When sinks a weary soul to rest,
How mindly beams the closing eyes,
How gently heaves the expiring breath.
Life's labor done as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say -
How blest the righteous when he dies."
Alice D. Parrish, Preachersville, Ky.
Aug. 18, 1887
(Kentuckiana Digital Library)
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