James Robert Hoffman

The Standard and Express
Cartersville, Georgia
August 1 , 1872, page 3
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It is the painful duty of the writer to record the death of JAMES ROBERT HOFFMAN, who fell asleep in Jesus, July the 18th, 1872, near Liberty, Bedford county, Virginia, at the residence of his mother.  Age, 35 years, 2 months and 12 days.  Only a few years ago this widowed mother was called upon to pass through the deep waters of affliction in the loss of a loving husband, and ‘ere time could heal the wound, a loving and dutiful son was snatched from her fond embrace.  But may she be enabled to say, “Though He slay me, yet, will I trust Him.”

James left his native State in August 1870, for Georgia, and there remained until a few months since, when his painful illness precluded him from attending his secular affairs, and thence, he and wife came to his mother’s, with the hope of his speedy restoration to health, but alas! To die!!

For several weeks previous to his death, he was unable to lie down and be refreshed in sleep, but during all of his long and painful illness, he did not murmur, but bore his affliction with Christian fortitude, and would gently chide his loved ones, when offering sympathy, by saying, “It is the Lord and He doeth all things well.”

He professed faith in Jesus, June 1870; was baptized by Rev. J. R. Harrison and united with the Salem Baptist Church, and on moving to Georgia united with the Cartersville Baptist Church, of which he remained a most consistent member until his death.

He was married Oct. 15th, 1868, and during his short married life, was a most affectionate and devoted husband.  His wife feels her loss most keenly, but may she find true comfort in the religion which her husband so fully exemplified in his life and death.   As death drew nearer, he had his relatives and friends to assemble around his dying couch, when he talked to them of the comforts of the religion of Jesus Christ, and of the glories of Heaven, and asked each respectfully the question, “Will you be there?” and thus passed away, praising God with his last expiring breath.

A mother, wife, two sisters, two brothers and a large circle of friends all left to mourn their irreparable loss, but what is their loss is his eternal gain.

Oh! There is beauty in the death of the Christian, for it is written, “Blessed are the dead, who die in the Lord.”  Then dear friends, ye who weep for the departed, be comforted and bear your loss with Christian fortitude; though we shall never meet our brother this side of Eden’s cloudless shore [several words obscured by fold] that the dead shall rise.

‘Tis dust to dust the atoms of the body mingle with its mother earth, but when the Archangel’s Trump shall sound, each soul shall claim its kindred dust, for God will watch over and preserve it, and all the hills and valleys shall move a mass of life.

Then we shall see our brother “face to face,” in a new robe, with a crown of glory upon his head and palms of victory in his hands.----W. J. C.


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