Anderson, Landon B.
Brother Landon B. Anderson, the son of John B. Anderson and Miriam Anderson, died Dec. 16, 1893, at his brother's (L. S. Anderson), Gainesboro, Jackson county, Tenn. Brother Landon B. Anderson was born Jan. 24, 1869, which makes his life's stay on earth 24 years, 10 months, and 22 days. He obeyed the gospel a few hours before he died at the hands of Brother Marion Harris; but while he obeyed but a few hours before he died, he was very conscious, for he mentioned it himself, and said to Brother Harris: "If I die in this condition without obedience to the gospel, I am doomed to hell." Then Brother Harris said to him: "Do you want to be baptized?" Brother Anderson said, "Yes," and soon Brother Harris baptized him. The brethren and physicians say: "We never saw one more anxious to obey than he was." These words should ring in the ears of sinners who have not obeyed the gospel until they think seriously of what Jesus taught, as did our brother in the last day of his life. He was baptized about the middle of the day, late in the evening, just before death and dark, a lady friend called to see him, and asked if he knew her, and he, being on the verge of death, could not speak but nodded his head, as if to say, "Yes," and raised his hand up, as if to say, "I am soon going to heaven;" and soon death, with an icy mantle, shrouded him with the pale-faced nations of the dead, and so his spirit took its flight from the visible world to the unseen. He leaves three sisters, two brothers, and many friends and relatives to mourn their loss. His body was carried to Clay county, Tenn., near Butler's Landing, and buried in its mother dust, where his father and mother had been buried. As respects the night of death, the poet has said:

"Sleep, downy sleep, come close my eyes,
Tired with beholding vanities;
Welcome, sweet sleep that dri'st away
The toils and follies of the day.
And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die,
My soul shall quit this mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high."
Now, then, we join with the bereaved, and weep, but not as those who have no hope. We trust that our dear brother is beyond this world of trouble and with Jesus in eternal bliss.
Hyram Pharris.
Gospel Advocate, January 11, 1894, page 29.