OBITUARY.

From the Navasota (Texas) Tablet of Sept. 9th, we clip the following obituary notice.  The subject of this notice was the son of the late Dr. Mark M. Johnson, of Kingston, whose mother still lingers upon the shores of mortality, and is still a resident of Bartow county, Mrs. M. C. Johnson, of the old Kingston Hotel.  Many of our citizens knew Dr. J. E. Johnson, as he was raised in our midst.  He was the oldest child of a large family of children.  His first wife has preceded him to the land of spirits, while his second wife (to whom he had been only two months wedded) and two little children, an aged mother and seven sisters, together with many friends mourn his loss.  As regards his future eternal welfare, we leave the following notice, written by one who was present with him in his last illness, to explain:

On Tuesday morning, Aug. 29th, 1871, Dr. J. E. Johnson passed through the valley and over the river, to the beautiful home beyond.  With the Father and Christ, there were convoys of angels to greet him welcome on the other side.  There were numbers left weeping on this.  Gone to that home where “there shall be no more night,” nor any more sorrow, nor sighing, nor any sickness or dying—gone out of pain into rest, out of sadness into bliss—his going has left a pall upon some hearts which time will never efface.  To have known him best, was to love him most; and this is surely the highest eulogy upon any of God’s creatures.

His Christianity did not take from the stature of his humanity.  It was indeed as a Christian gentleman that his character was most distinctly marked, yet he was no ascetic, for he enjoyed life and it comforts.  But he has passed from among us, loved, and honored, and lamented.  As a Christian, his trust was child-like; as a man his faith in man was unsuspecting; as a friend, his friendship was steadfast; while at home, around the hearthstone his affectionate nature shone out in all the intensity of his tenderness.  Upon those who were nearest to him the pall lies darkest; and upon the gentle, loving, devoted wife, the blight fell heaviest.  His death leaves a vacant place in her heart, that all the glory and gold of the world cannot fill.  Bereaved wife, weep not.  You have an attraction in heaven now, that you did not have before, and he will plead with the Father for the beloved ones behind.  May God sanctify this dispensation of his providence to your good, and may you strive to reach that home beyond; there to unite your voice with his singing praise “to the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sins of the world.”---G. H. G.