From the Burnet Bulletin, Thursday, Aug. 30, 1906
ANOTHER OLD SETTLER GONE.
Died on the morning of June 6, 1906, at his residence in Burnet county, Texas, James Orville Boyce, one of the oldest settlers of the county.
And God said let there be light, and there was light. And God saw the light that it was good. ...And there was evening, and there was morning--one day. Thus a world was born. And thus the same voice that called a world out of chaotic darkness into the beautiful and life--giving light of the sun, called our loved one. Just at the dawning of a new day, when the sable curtain of night was silently lifting, came the message--a voice from the spirit of the Father of worlds, and the spirit of our own noble friend burst the bonds of earthly darkness and obscurity that hides from mortal gaze the full splendor of that other world, and the light of God's eternal one day!
Oh no, not dead but vanishedAway from human sight.The veil was only lifted,And lo! he sees the lightThat shines beyond life's curtainIn fairer world than this,Where naught but love can enter,And joy and peace, and bliss.Oh, then, ye loving wife, devoted children, sorrowing friends and neighbors, be comforted. Consider how brief the evening of life; how bright and beautiful will be the morning of that one day--glorious and eternal; a perpetual reunion!
No doubt there is an aching void in your hearts that can not now be filled. Nature asserts its power for a brief time, but hope is eternal, and faith is born of hope, and faith brings comfort to the grief-stricken heart. Be comforted! Look up; 'tis a beautiful thought, that the brightest things are above and the happiest life before us.
The deceased, James Orville Boyce, was born in Hannibal, Mo., in the year 1837. His father, Uncle Jimmie Boyce, came to Texas in 1839, and with his family settled in Travis county, on Gilleland's creek, near where the town of Manor now is, and was among the first to "turn the maiden sod" and plant the "golden corn" in that now rich and prosperous section. In 1853 he removed to Round Rock, in Williamson county, and shortly afterwards to Burnet county, and there on the North Gabriel established a farm and ranch, and there it was that the subject of this brief sketch grew from boyhood to vigorous manhood. On the outer border of civilization and subjected to frequent raids by predatory bands of the painted neighbors, the dreaded Commanches. On the occasion of these periodical raids, it was expected of every man and every boy who was able to shoulder a gun and ride a horse to join in the pursuit, which sometimes resulted in the recovery of stolen stock, but not infrequently in the loss of some valuable life. On these occasions Uncle Jimmie and his four boys could always be depended upon to take their full share of the danger.
James Orville was the eldest of the four brothers, all of whom were of that class of sturdy frontiersmen who never gave back an inch because of adverse circumstances, and whose pluck and energy and stubborn bravery contributed so much to making Texas greater and glorious as she is.
When the tocsin of war was sounded, and the youths of our land were striving for a place in the front ranks of the Southern army, Orville Boyce enlisted in Allen's Regiment of Texas infantry, and served in Walker's Division (known as Walker's Greyhounds) through the war, a brave and faithful soldier. As a citizen and as a soldier his associates and his comrades were ever his friends. There was no malice nor unkindness in his heart, and he generated none in the hearts of others. He was devoted to home-life and dearly loved his family, and he was not a stranger to misfortunes; by an accident he lost one of his limbs, and by another he lost a portion of one hand, but he never lost the love nor the confidence of a friend. His spiritless body now peacefully rests in the bosom of Mother Earth in a beautiful spot not far from the parental home, where he grew into manhood, and whence he went forth to battle with the world; but his good deeds are not buried with him.
ANOTHER OLD SETTLER GONE.
Died on the morning of June 6, 1906, at his residence in Burnet county, Texas, James Orville Boyce, one of the oldest settlers of the county.
And God said let there be light, and there was light. And God saw the light that it was good. ...And there was evening, and there was morning--one day. Thus a world was born. And thus the same voice that called a world out of chaotic darkness into the beautiful and life--giving light of the sun, called our loved one. Just at the dawning of a new day, when the sable curtain of night was silently lifting, came the message--a voice from the spirit of the Father of worlds, and the spirit of our own noble friend burst the bonds of earthly darkness and obscurity that hides from mortal gaze the full splendor of that other world, and the light of God's eternal one day!
Oh no, not dead but vanishedAway from human sight.The veil was only lifted,And lo! he sees the lightThat shines beyond life's curtainIn fairer world than this,Where naught but love can enter,And joy and peace, and bliss.Oh, then, ye loving wife, devoted children, sorrowing friends and neighbors, be comforted. Consider how brief the evening of life; how bright and beautiful will be the morning of that one day--glorious and eternal; a perpetual reunion!
No doubt there is an aching void in your hearts that can not now be filled. Nature asserts its power for a brief time, but hope is eternal, and faith is born of hope, and faith brings comfort to the grief-stricken heart. Be comforted! Look up; 'tis a beautiful thought, that the brightest things are above and the happiest life before us.
The deceased, James Orville Boyce, was born in Hannibal, Mo., in the year 1837. His father, Uncle Jimmie Boyce, came to Texas in 1839, and with his family settled in Travis county, on Gilleland's creek, near where the town of Manor now is, and was among the first to "turn the maiden sod" and plant the "golden corn" in that now rich and prosperous section. In 1853 he removed to Round Rock, in Williamson county, and shortly afterwards to Burnet county, and there on the North Gabriel established a farm and ranch, and there it was that the subject of this brief sketch grew from boyhood to vigorous manhood. On the outer border of civilization and subjected to frequent raids by predatory bands of the painted neighbors, the dreaded Commanches. On the occasion of these periodical raids, it was expected of every man and every boy who was able to shoulder a gun and ride a horse to join in the pursuit, which sometimes resulted in the recovery of stolen stock, but not infrequently in the loss of some valuable life. On these occasions Uncle Jimmie and his four boys could always be depended upon to take their full share of the danger.
James Orville was the eldest of the four brothers, all of whom were of that class of sturdy frontiersmen who never gave back an inch because of adverse circumstances, and whose pluck and energy and stubborn bravery contributed so much to making Texas greater and glorious as she is.
When the tocsin of war was sounded, and the youths of our land were striving for a place in the front ranks of the Southern army, Orville Boyce enlisted in Allen's Regiment of Texas infantry, and served in Walker's Division (known as Walker's Greyhounds) through the war, a brave and faithful soldier. As a citizen and as a soldier his associates and his comrades were ever his friends. There was no malice nor unkindness in his heart, and he generated none in the hearts of others. He was devoted to home-life and dearly loved his family, and he was not a stranger to misfortunes; by an accident he lost one of his limbs, and by another he lost a portion of one hand, but he never lost the love nor the confidence of a friend. His spiritless body now peacefully rests in the bosom of Mother Earth in a beautiful spot not far from the parental home, where he grew into manhood, and whence he went forth to battle with the world; but his good deeds are not buried with him.
From the Burnet Bulletin, Thursday, Aug. 30, 1906
ANOTHER OLD SETTLER GONE.
Died on the morning of June 6, 1906, at his residence in Burnet county, Texas, James Orville Boyce, one of the oldest settlers of the county.
And God said let there be light, and there was light. And God saw the light that it was good. ...And there was evening, and there was morning--one day. Thus a world was born. And thus the same voice that called a world out of chaotic darkness into the beautiful and life--giving light of the sun, called our loved one. Just at the dawning of a new day, when the sable curtain of night was silently lifting, came the message--a voice from the spirit of the Father of worlds, and the spirit of our own noble friend burst the bonds of earthly darkness and obscurity that hides from mortal gaze the full splendor of that other world, and the light of God's eternal one day!
Oh no, not dead but vanishedAway from human sight.The veil was only lifted,And lo! he sees the lightThat shines beyond life's curtainIn fairer world than this,Where naught but love can enter,And joy and peace, and bliss.Oh, then, ye loving wife, devoted children, sorrowing friends and neighbors, be comforted. Consider how brief the evening of life; how bright and beautiful will be the morning of that one day--glorious and eternal; a perpetual reunion!
No doubt there is an aching void in your hearts that can not now be filled. Nature asserts its power for a brief time, but hope is eternal, and faith is born of hope, and faith brings comfort to the grief-stricken heart. Be comforted! Look up; 'tis a beautiful thought, that the brightest things are above and the happiest life before us.
The deceased, James Orville Boyce, was born in Hannibal, Mo., in the year 1837. His father, Uncle Jimmie Boyce, came to Texas in 1839, and with his family settled in Travis county, on Gilleland's creek, near where the town of Manor now is, and was among the first to "turn the maiden sod" and plant the "golden corn" in that now rich and prosperous section. In 1853 he removed to Round Rock, in Williamson county, and shortly afterwards to Burnet county, and there on the North Gabriel established a farm and ranch, and there it was that the subject of this brief sketch grew from boyhood to vigorous manhood. On the outer border of civilization and subjected to frequent raids by predatory bands of the painted neighbors, the dreaded Commanches. On the occasion of these periodical raids, it was expected of every man and every boy who was able to shoulder a gun and ride a horse to join in the pursuit, which sometimes resulted in the recovery of stolen stock, but not infrequently in the loss of some valuable life. On these occasions Uncle Jimmie and his four boys could always be depended upon to take their full share of the danger.
James Orville was the eldest of the four brothers, all of whom were of that class of sturdy frontiersmen who never gave back an inch because of adverse circumstances, and whose pluck and energy and stubborn bravery contributed so much to making Texas greater and glorious as she is.
When the tocsin of war was sounded, and the youths of our land were striving for a place in the front ranks of the Southern army, Orville Boyce enlisted in Allen's Regiment of Texas infantry, and served in Walker's Division (known as Walker's Greyhounds) through the war, a brave and faithful soldier. As a citizen and as a soldier his associates and his comrades were ever his friends. There was no malice nor unkindness in his heart, and he generated none in the hearts of others. He was devoted to home-life and dearly loved his family, and he was not a stranger to misfortunes; by an accident he lost one of his limbs, and by another he lost a portion of one hand, but he never lost the love nor the confidence of a friend. His spiritless body now peacefully rests in the bosom of Mother Earth in a beautiful spot not far from the parental home, where he grew into manhood, and whence he went forth to battle with the world; but his good deeds are not buried with him.
ANOTHER OLD SETTLER GONE.
Died on the morning of June 6, 1906, at his residence in Burnet county, Texas, James Orville Boyce, one of the oldest settlers of the county.
And God said let there be light, and there was light. And God saw the light that it was good. ...And there was evening, and there was morning--one day. Thus a world was born. And thus the same voice that called a world out of chaotic darkness into the beautiful and life--giving light of the sun, called our loved one. Just at the dawning of a new day, when the sable curtain of night was silently lifting, came the message--a voice from the spirit of the Father of worlds, and the spirit of our own noble friend burst the bonds of earthly darkness and obscurity that hides from mortal gaze the full splendor of that other world, and the light of God's eternal one day!
Oh no, not dead but vanishedAway from human sight.The veil was only lifted,And lo! he sees the lightThat shines beyond life's curtainIn fairer world than this,Where naught but love can enter,And joy and peace, and bliss.Oh, then, ye loving wife, devoted children, sorrowing friends and neighbors, be comforted. Consider how brief the evening of life; how bright and beautiful will be the morning of that one day--glorious and eternal; a perpetual reunion!
No doubt there is an aching void in your hearts that can not now be filled. Nature asserts its power for a brief time, but hope is eternal, and faith is born of hope, and faith brings comfort to the grief-stricken heart. Be comforted! Look up; 'tis a beautiful thought, that the brightest things are above and the happiest life before us.
The deceased, James Orville Boyce, was born in Hannibal, Mo., in the year 1837. His father, Uncle Jimmie Boyce, came to Texas in 1839, and with his family settled in Travis county, on Gilleland's creek, near where the town of Manor now is, and was among the first to "turn the maiden sod" and plant the "golden corn" in that now rich and prosperous section. In 1853 he removed to Round Rock, in Williamson county, and shortly afterwards to Burnet county, and there on the North Gabriel established a farm and ranch, and there it was that the subject of this brief sketch grew from boyhood to vigorous manhood. On the outer border of civilization and subjected to frequent raids by predatory bands of the painted neighbors, the dreaded Commanches. On the occasion of these periodical raids, it was expected of every man and every boy who was able to shoulder a gun and ride a horse to join in the pursuit, which sometimes resulted in the recovery of stolen stock, but not infrequently in the loss of some valuable life. On these occasions Uncle Jimmie and his four boys could always be depended upon to take their full share of the danger.
James Orville was the eldest of the four brothers, all of whom were of that class of sturdy frontiersmen who never gave back an inch because of adverse circumstances, and whose pluck and energy and stubborn bravery contributed so much to making Texas greater and glorious as she is.
When the tocsin of war was sounded, and the youths of our land were striving for a place in the front ranks of the Southern army, Orville Boyce enlisted in Allen's Regiment of Texas infantry, and served in Walker's Division (known as Walker's Greyhounds) through the war, a brave and faithful soldier. As a citizen and as a soldier his associates and his comrades were ever his friends. There was no malice nor unkindness in his heart, and he generated none in the hearts of others. He was devoted to home-life and dearly loved his family, and he was not a stranger to misfortunes; by an accident he lost one of his limbs, and by another he lost a portion of one hand, but he never lost the love nor the confidence of a friend. His spiritless body now peacefully rests in the bosom of Mother Earth in a beautiful spot not far from the parental home, where he grew into manhood, and whence he went forth to battle with the world; but his good deeds are not buried with him.
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