The Ouachita Telegraph Friday, December 3, 1880 Page 3, Column 2
Death of James H. Milling.
A good man has gone to his rest, and in the vigor and hopefullness of manhood at its prime. Mr. James H. Milling was taken sick some ten days ago with what was supposed to be pneumonia at the time, but which developed later into an attack of cerebro spinal meningitis, and at 2 o'clock Wednesday morning, after much intense pain, of which happily he was unconscious most of the time, he expired at his residence in Cottonport opposite this city, attended by his sorrowing family, many friends and his aged and devoted mother, Mrs. Theobalds.
Mr. Milling was a native of this parish, and, we think, of this city, and had reached only his 49th year. All his life, he had been extremely temperate, even-going, industrious and devoted to duty in all its multifarious bearings. We have met but few men, and the writer's acquaintance with the deceased began in early boyhood, of whom we can say with more confidence that a steady walk along the path of duty and of right, man to man, was such a marked and distinguishing characteristic. Most men have their varying moods - times when they will do some one thing which at another they would not; but our deceased friend traveled in one unvarying path and saw one day dawn just as the proceeding one had closed. With this fixedness of habit and purpose, he possessed a warm, genial heart, not well understood, possibly, because he was retiring in his disposition, and though, no doubt, impulsive in nature, he was steadily pursuing a life-time policy of avoiding entanglements with such affairs as did not concern him. His was a strong character, and a beautiful feature in it was his devotion to his family and a care for even all the little cares of life. But two days before the beginning of his fatal illness, the writer met him early in the morning at market. He had but just rowed across the river and was carrying a large basket. His attention was jocularly called to his having to cross the river so early. But, said he, "I did not have to wade." The market man smiled, and we took the lesson kindly.
Mr. Miling had filled both the offices of sheriff and of clerk in this parish; the former in 1858 and '59, and the latter in 1864 and '65. At the time of his death he was book-keeper in the office of the V.S. & P. railroad, a position he had been filling most acceptably for a number of years. His remains were interred yesterday morning in Monroe Cemetery with the funeral honors and ceremonies of both the Masonic and Pythian fraternities of both of which orders he was a most worthy member. He leaves a wife, two son and three daughters to mourn his death, and to them our sincere condolence is tendered.