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OBITUARY - Philip Everhart
Born: April 19 1770
Died: Dec. 3, 1849

"We are passing away" Another has gone to the tomb. One that had journeyed long in the pilgrimage of life, has passed from earth; and the place that once knew him, know him no more. How strange is life -- how swift is time; the morning of youth -- the noon of mankind -- the evening of age -- the night of death flits alone o'er the tablet of time, and each leaves its' track only to be erased by the next succeeding moment. The subject of these lines, was once a buoyant youth; but the friends of his early years passed away, and mature life found around him but few of his youth friends. New ties of friendship were formed; but, e' re the evening of years had come and they too had passed away. When time had favored his brow, he saw about him a new generation. He was alone, (his wife preceded him in death nearly 22 years - B: Nov. 22, 1776 D: Mar. 11, 1827) a stranger in his early home -- one of the very few living monuments to tell of olden years, and generations gone to the grave. But the night of death let fall his dreary pall and he too has passed from earth.

Departed this life, near Lovettsville, Va., Philip Everhart in blissful hopes of a glorious immortality. He was an old man; as well as I can judge, about 80 years of age. I wish competent to pen a proper tribute of departed worth to the memory of a generous and noble heart. Who did not love and appreciate the many virtues of this kind, old man? His home was the home of the stranger -- the friend and the orphan, and here my heart swells with emotions too deep for utterance. I was an orphan child -- and his home was my home. His thousand acts of kindness have riveted his memory to my soul. I can never cease to venerate and love the guardian of my childhood -- the father of the orphan. With regard to his hospitality, no one could be more so. His door was open alike to the rich and the poor; and many -- very many, will long remember the cordial receptions with which they were met by that aged form, whom every body loved to call "Uncle Philip." Possessing a benevolent nature -- a sympathizing heart, a confiding spirit, he was ever ready to aid those that asked, even though it be at his own loss. Thousands of dollars he paid away for the relief of others. Unlike nearly all, he had but few -- very few enemies, and many warm friends; friends that warmly appreciated his noble, heart. But why recount his acts of sterling worth? for he has gone to a brighter real -- a fairer world. His last words were in hope of Heaven; and casting his peaceful spirit into the arms of Jesus, he expired.

Written by: George Marlow Everhart of Emory and Henry College
Son of William Everhart (Youngest brother of Philip).
Upon the death of his parents, George was raised by his Uncle Philip

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George Marlow Everhart -- was the son of William Everhart (Youngest brother of Philip) and upon the death of his parents, was raised up by his Uncle Philip. At the time he wrote the above obituary, he was a student at Emory and Henry College in Va. He became a Methodist Ministry and spent most of his life as the head of several church schools. Later in life he changed to the ministry of the Episcopal Church. While Rector at Charlotte North Carolina, he preached one Sunday to Jefferson Davis and his cabinet as they fled from Richmond to Alabama near the end of the Civil War. He was a Southerner at heart and lived his last years in Decatur, Georga.
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