From The Clarion, Jackson, MS, December 3, 1884:
IN MEMORIAM.
DR. GEORGE D. MIZELL, the subject of this brief notice, died at the residence of his father, Capt. A. Mizell, in Jackson, Sunday morning, November 23d, at the age of 29 years. As unexpected as his death was to the community at large, it was a shock which his family and those who knew him intimately would not have been entirely without warning of death during the past few months.
It was the good fortune of this writer to have known Dr. Mizell from his school-boy days to the time when the Master summoned him home. As a child, as a boy, as a man, his character was unexceptionally excellent. It was more than that - it was transparent. Through the transparency of his character, you could read the brave heart beating in sympathy and sorrow for the misfortunes of man. It was the beautiful transparency of humanity. As a child, George Mizell was as frank, as free, and as happy as the flower that first opens its beautiful petals under the caressing touch of the warm Spring breezes. As a boy, he was full of generous impulses and affections, as warm as they were pure. As a man, he was all enthusiasm, industry, and the warm spring of human kindness.
Embracing the profession of medicine he graduated with high standing at the Louisiana Medical College, of New Orleans, and at once entered onto his life's mission. Beginning his practice in Rankin county, he went from there to McNutt, in Leflore county, and cast his fortune in that fertile but malaria-afflicted section. Here for five years he went his daily and nightly round among the sick and distressed. Sometimes, when the water was over the face of the earth, he visited his patients in a canoe, and at other times riding horseback, with sleepless vigilance, night and day. Although constant and assiduous attention to the sick drew on him a condition of physical exhaustion that needed rest and recuperative strength, he often continued on his rounds when the strong arms of others were required to lift him on and off his horse. And so it chanced that while life blessed the households that experienced his labors, the seeds of death were sown in his own constitution. And George D. Mizell, broken down in health and strength, with a thread of life only remaining, returned to his childhood's home, to his father, his sisters, and his brother, who loved him so tenderly, to die. Death came, and the history of another of life's best and brightest was written.
Peace and quiet rests with the dead. May the living look into the face of destiny, and sweeten the cup of bitterness with affectionate memories.
[Obituary provided by Paul Armstrong]
IN MEMORIAM.
DR. GEORGE D. MIZELL, the subject of this brief notice, died at the residence of his father, Capt. A. Mizell, in Jackson, Sunday morning, November 23d, at the age of 29 years. As unexpected as his death was to the community at large, it was a shock which his family and those who knew him intimately would not have been entirely without warning of death during the past few months.
It was the good fortune of this writer to have known Dr. Mizell from his school-boy days to the time when the Master summoned him home. As a child, as a boy, as a man, his character was unexceptionally excellent. It was more than that - it was transparent. Through the transparency of his character, you could read the brave heart beating in sympathy and sorrow for the misfortunes of man. It was the beautiful transparency of humanity. As a child, George Mizell was as frank, as free, and as happy as the flower that first opens its beautiful petals under the caressing touch of the warm Spring breezes. As a boy, he was full of generous impulses and affections, as warm as they were pure. As a man, he was all enthusiasm, industry, and the warm spring of human kindness.
Embracing the profession of medicine he graduated with high standing at the Louisiana Medical College, of New Orleans, and at once entered onto his life's mission. Beginning his practice in Rankin county, he went from there to McNutt, in Leflore county, and cast his fortune in that fertile but malaria-afflicted section. Here for five years he went his daily and nightly round among the sick and distressed. Sometimes, when the water was over the face of the earth, he visited his patients in a canoe, and at other times riding horseback, with sleepless vigilance, night and day. Although constant and assiduous attention to the sick drew on him a condition of physical exhaustion that needed rest and recuperative strength, he often continued on his rounds when the strong arms of others were required to lift him on and off his horse. And so it chanced that while life blessed the households that experienced his labors, the seeds of death were sown in his own constitution. And George D. Mizell, broken down in health and strength, with a thread of life only remaining, returned to his childhood's home, to his father, his sisters, and his brother, who loved him so tenderly, to die. Death came, and the history of another of life's best and brightest was written.
Peace and quiet rests with the dead. May the living look into the face of destiny, and sweeten the cup of bitterness with affectionate memories.
[Obituary provided by Paul Armstrong]
From The Clarion, Jackson, MS, December 3, 1884:
IN MEMORIAM.
DR. GEORGE D. MIZELL, the subject of this brief notice, died at the residence of his father, Capt. A. Mizell, in Jackson, Sunday morning, November 23d, at the age of 29 years. As unexpected as his death was to the community at large, it was a shock which his family and those who knew him intimately would not have been entirely without warning of death during the past few months.
It was the good fortune of this writer to have known Dr. Mizell from his school-boy days to the time when the Master summoned him home. As a child, as a boy, as a man, his character was unexceptionally excellent. It was more than that - it was transparent. Through the transparency of his character, you could read the brave heart beating in sympathy and sorrow for the misfortunes of man. It was the beautiful transparency of humanity. As a child, George Mizell was as frank, as free, and as happy as the flower that first opens its beautiful petals under the caressing touch of the warm Spring breezes. As a boy, he was full of generous impulses and affections, as warm as they were pure. As a man, he was all enthusiasm, industry, and the warm spring of human kindness.
Embracing the profession of medicine he graduated with high standing at the Louisiana Medical College, of New Orleans, and at once entered onto his life's mission. Beginning his practice in Rankin county, he went from there to McNutt, in Leflore county, and cast his fortune in that fertile but malaria-afflicted section. Here for five years he went his daily and nightly round among the sick and distressed. Sometimes, when the water was over the face of the earth, he visited his patients in a canoe, and at other times riding horseback, with sleepless vigilance, night and day. Although constant and assiduous attention to the sick drew on him a condition of physical exhaustion that needed rest and recuperative strength, he often continued on his rounds when the strong arms of others were required to lift him on and off his horse. And so it chanced that while life blessed the households that experienced his labors, the seeds of death were sown in his own constitution. And George D. Mizell, broken down in health and strength, with a thread of life only remaining, returned to his childhood's home, to his father, his sisters, and his brother, who loved him so tenderly, to die. Death came, and the history of another of life's best and brightest was written.
Peace and quiet rests with the dead. May the living look into the face of destiny, and sweeten the cup of bitterness with affectionate memories.
[Obituary provided by Paul Armstrong]
IN MEMORIAM.
DR. GEORGE D. MIZELL, the subject of this brief notice, died at the residence of his father, Capt. A. Mizell, in Jackson, Sunday morning, November 23d, at the age of 29 years. As unexpected as his death was to the community at large, it was a shock which his family and those who knew him intimately would not have been entirely without warning of death during the past few months.
It was the good fortune of this writer to have known Dr. Mizell from his school-boy days to the time when the Master summoned him home. As a child, as a boy, as a man, his character was unexceptionally excellent. It was more than that - it was transparent. Through the transparency of his character, you could read the brave heart beating in sympathy and sorrow for the misfortunes of man. It was the beautiful transparency of humanity. As a child, George Mizell was as frank, as free, and as happy as the flower that first opens its beautiful petals under the caressing touch of the warm Spring breezes. As a boy, he was full of generous impulses and affections, as warm as they were pure. As a man, he was all enthusiasm, industry, and the warm spring of human kindness.
Embracing the profession of medicine he graduated with high standing at the Louisiana Medical College, of New Orleans, and at once entered onto his life's mission. Beginning his practice in Rankin county, he went from there to McNutt, in Leflore county, and cast his fortune in that fertile but malaria-afflicted section. Here for five years he went his daily and nightly round among the sick and distressed. Sometimes, when the water was over the face of the earth, he visited his patients in a canoe, and at other times riding horseback, with sleepless vigilance, night and day. Although constant and assiduous attention to the sick drew on him a condition of physical exhaustion that needed rest and recuperative strength, he often continued on his rounds when the strong arms of others were required to lift him on and off his horse. And so it chanced that while life blessed the households that experienced his labors, the seeds of death were sown in his own constitution. And George D. Mizell, broken down in health and strength, with a thread of life only remaining, returned to his childhood's home, to his father, his sisters, and his brother, who loved him so tenderly, to die. Death came, and the history of another of life's best and brightest was written.
Peace and quiet rests with the dead. May the living look into the face of destiny, and sweeten the cup of bitterness with affectionate memories.
[Obituary provided by Paul Armstrong]
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