James Chancey Evans was born in Princeville, Peoria County, Ill., Oct. 9, 1856, died in Coon township, Buena Vista county, Iowa, July 13, 1886, at 6 o'clock p. m. Aged 29 years, 9 months and 4 days.
"God calls our loved ones,
But we lose not wholly what he has given.
They live on earth in thought,
Indeed as truly, as in his heaven."
Another family circle is broken; one more dear one has left us and we are left to mourn the departed; again we are called to remember the great fact, that life is uncertain, death is hard upon our track and we al must die.
But a few months ago we beheld our brother in the full bloom of health, and today he lies in the silent grave. Now when the family gather around the hearthstone, there will be one vacant chair; when the social circle gather there will be one happy countenance and cheerful voice missing. The departed will be missed by one and all. He had many friends, as was shown on the day of the funeral, when everybody was present for miles around, to pay their last regards.
The funeral took place at the house on Tuesday, the 15th inst. The sermon on the occasion was preached by Rev. G. E. Stump, of the M. E. church, from Job, 16,22: "When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return."
James died happy. In his last hour he called his friends around him and made them promise him they would be Christians. His last prayers were in their behalf. O, may those prayers soon be answered. In the last hour, God, in his wonderful mercy, lifted the veil that excludes the eternal world from our sight, and gave our brother a glimpse of his glory, then he took him into that resting place that is only prepared for the people of God.
As we gazed on that peaceful countenance, we could read something there that could better be expressed in the language of the poet:
"Farewell friends, yet not farewell,
Where I am, ye too shall dwell;
I am gone before your face,
A moments time, a little space;
When ye come where I have stepped,
Ye will wonder why ye wept;
Ye will know by Wise Love taught,
That here is all and there is naught."
While we gaze through our tears and weep, we remember he is better off than we are or ever can be in this world. Surely, he has gone never to return, but we have the privilege to go unto him if we have our trust in the Lord. If we cannot understand now why Providence deals with us so strangely, in eternity we shall look back on the events to time, and realize that "All things work together for good to them who love the Lord."
A Friend.
Published in The Newell Mirror; Newell, Iowa; Friday, July 23, 1886
"God calls our loved ones,
But we lose not wholly what he has given.
They live on earth in thought,
Indeed as truly, as in his heaven."
Another family circle is broken; one more dear one has left us and we are left to mourn the departed; again we are called to remember the great fact, that life is uncertain, death is hard upon our track and we al must die.
But a few months ago we beheld our brother in the full bloom of health, and today he lies in the silent grave. Now when the family gather around the hearthstone, there will be one vacant chair; when the social circle gather there will be one happy countenance and cheerful voice missing. The departed will be missed by one and all. He had many friends, as was shown on the day of the funeral, when everybody was present for miles around, to pay their last regards.
The funeral took place at the house on Tuesday, the 15th inst. The sermon on the occasion was preached by Rev. G. E. Stump, of the M. E. church, from Job, 16,22: "When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return."
James died happy. In his last hour he called his friends around him and made them promise him they would be Christians. His last prayers were in their behalf. O, may those prayers soon be answered. In the last hour, God, in his wonderful mercy, lifted the veil that excludes the eternal world from our sight, and gave our brother a glimpse of his glory, then he took him into that resting place that is only prepared for the people of God.
As we gazed on that peaceful countenance, we could read something there that could better be expressed in the language of the poet:
"Farewell friends, yet not farewell,
Where I am, ye too shall dwell;
I am gone before your face,
A moments time, a little space;
When ye come where I have stepped,
Ye will wonder why ye wept;
Ye will know by Wise Love taught,
That here is all and there is naught."
While we gaze through our tears and weep, we remember he is better off than we are or ever can be in this world. Surely, he has gone never to return, but we have the privilege to go unto him if we have our trust in the Lord. If we cannot understand now why Providence deals with us so strangely, in eternity we shall look back on the events to time, and realize that "All things work together for good to them who love the Lord."
A Friend.
Published in The Newell Mirror; Newell, Iowa; Friday, July 23, 1886
James Chancey Evans was born in Princeville, Peoria County, Ill., Oct. 9, 1856, died in Coon township, Buena Vista county, Iowa, July 13, 1886, at 6 o'clock p. m. Aged 29 years, 9 months and 4 days.
"God calls our loved ones,
But we lose not wholly what he has given.
They live on earth in thought,
Indeed as truly, as in his heaven."
Another family circle is broken; one more dear one has left us and we are left to mourn the departed; again we are called to remember the great fact, that life is uncertain, death is hard upon our track and we al must die.
But a few months ago we beheld our brother in the full bloom of health, and today he lies in the silent grave. Now when the family gather around the hearthstone, there will be one vacant chair; when the social circle gather there will be one happy countenance and cheerful voice missing. The departed will be missed by one and all. He had many friends, as was shown on the day of the funeral, when everybody was present for miles around, to pay their last regards.
The funeral took place at the house on Tuesday, the 15th inst. The sermon on the occasion was preached by Rev. G. E. Stump, of the M. E. church, from Job, 16,22: "When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return."
James died happy. In his last hour he called his friends around him and made them promise him they would be Christians. His last prayers were in their behalf. O, may those prayers soon be answered. In the last hour, God, in his wonderful mercy, lifted the veil that excludes the eternal world from our sight, and gave our brother a glimpse of his glory, then he took him into that resting place that is only prepared for the people of God.
As we gazed on that peaceful countenance, we could read something there that could better be expressed in the language of the poet:
"Farewell friends, yet not farewell,
Where I am, ye too shall dwell;
I am gone before your face,
A moments time, a little space;
When ye come where I have stepped,
Ye will wonder why ye wept;
Ye will know by Wise Love taught,
That here is all and there is naught."
While we gaze through our tears and weep, we remember he is better off than we are or ever can be in this world. Surely, he has gone never to return, but we have the privilege to go unto him if we have our trust in the Lord. If we cannot understand now why Providence deals with us so strangely, in eternity we shall look back on the events to time, and realize that "All things work together for good to them who love the Lord."
A Friend.
Published in The Newell Mirror; Newell, Iowa; Friday, July 23, 1886
"God calls our loved ones,
But we lose not wholly what he has given.
They live on earth in thought,
Indeed as truly, as in his heaven."
Another family circle is broken; one more dear one has left us and we are left to mourn the departed; again we are called to remember the great fact, that life is uncertain, death is hard upon our track and we al must die.
But a few months ago we beheld our brother in the full bloom of health, and today he lies in the silent grave. Now when the family gather around the hearthstone, there will be one vacant chair; when the social circle gather there will be one happy countenance and cheerful voice missing. The departed will be missed by one and all. He had many friends, as was shown on the day of the funeral, when everybody was present for miles around, to pay their last regards.
The funeral took place at the house on Tuesday, the 15th inst. The sermon on the occasion was preached by Rev. G. E. Stump, of the M. E. church, from Job, 16,22: "When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return."
James died happy. In his last hour he called his friends around him and made them promise him they would be Christians. His last prayers were in their behalf. O, may those prayers soon be answered. In the last hour, God, in his wonderful mercy, lifted the veil that excludes the eternal world from our sight, and gave our brother a glimpse of his glory, then he took him into that resting place that is only prepared for the people of God.
As we gazed on that peaceful countenance, we could read something there that could better be expressed in the language of the poet:
"Farewell friends, yet not farewell,
Where I am, ye too shall dwell;
I am gone before your face,
A moments time, a little space;
When ye come where I have stepped,
Ye will wonder why ye wept;
Ye will know by Wise Love taught,
That here is all and there is naught."
While we gaze through our tears and weep, we remember he is better off than we are or ever can be in this world. Surely, he has gone never to return, but we have the privilege to go unto him if we have our trust in the Lord. If we cannot understand now why Providence deals with us so strangely, in eternity we shall look back on the events to time, and realize that "All things work together for good to them who love the Lord."
A Friend.
Published in The Newell Mirror; Newell, Iowa; Friday, July 23, 1886
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