OBITUARY.

Brother N. C. W. Douthet was born in Davidson county, N. C., April 29th, 1821, and died at his home in Paulding county, Ga., Nov. 11th, 1878.

The family came from North Carolina and settled in Carroll county, in the year 1830, where they lived about five years, and in 1838 they settled in Bartow, where a portion of the family still live. The subject of this sketch joined the Methodist Episcopal Church when thirteen years of age, and lived an exemplary Christian life to the day of his death.  For about ten years of his life he was a local preacher—earnest, zealous and faithful.  On account of failing health, he gave up his credentials as a preacher, and being anxious to do something in the Master’s Vineyard, accepted license to exhort, which license he held to the day of his death.  Arriving at years of maturity, he sought and obtained by marriage, the hand of Miss Hutchings, of Polk county, Ga., by whom a daughter was born unto them.  The wife preceded him to the grave, the daughter survives him.  Some years afterward, he was married to Miss Julia, eldest daughter of George and Charity McLarty, of Campbell county, Ga., by whom he had seven children, all of whom are living.

As a husband, he was faithful and devoted, as a father tender, and doting; as a brother, kind and affectionate; as a friend, honest and true; as a neighbor, agreeable and accommodating; as a Christian, deeply pious; as a minister, fervent and zealous—in short he was a good man, than which no higher tribute can be paid to any man, be he living or dead.  For a long time before death came to his relief, he was a great sufferer, but, deriving sweet consolation from the thought that whom God “loves he chastens,” he bore his affliction with Christian resignation and fortitude, his constant prayer being “Thy will, O Lord, not mine be done.”  A short time before he died he assembled his family around his bedside and told them he was going to die, and assured them that he had nothing to fear, and nothing to regret save the parting with wife and children.  After exhorting them to meet him in heaven, and pronouncing, like Jacob of old, a dying benediction upon them all, he closed his eyes in that “Sleep from which none ever wake to weep.”

Servant of God! Well done;
Rest from thy loved employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy master’s joy.
The voice at midnight came;
He started up to hear;
A mortal sorrow pierced his frame:
He fell—but felt no fear.

The pains of death are past,
Labor and sorrow cease,
And Life’s long warfare closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.
Servant of Christ! Well done;
Praise be thy new employ;
And while eternal ages run
Rest in thy Savior’s joy.

To wife, children, relations and friends we tender unafflicted sympathy and suggest that their sorrow may be soothed in the thought that their loss is his eternal gain.  May “He who tempereth the winds to the shorn lambs” watch over, and protect and bless the wife and children of our departed brother, and save them finally in the heaven whither he is gone is the prayer of their

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