IN MEMORIAM.

On Sunday night, July 13th, 1879, James Lochridge died at his home, near Cartersville, Ga., in the sixty fifth year of his age.

He was born in Abbeville district, South Carolina, but had lived in originally Cass, now Bartow county, since 1841.  In 1835 he was married to Nancy Tumlin, sister of Lewis Tumlin, deceased.  Between him and his wife there had ever existed that constant sympathy and attachment, that caused them to truly appear as one and inseparable.  They raised a family of nine children and had the gratification of seeing them all profess faith in salvation.  In 1846 he joined Petit’s Creek church, and for 31 years previous to his death he was a deacon in the respectively Baptist churches to which he belonged.  No man lived to question his piety or integrity in anyway.  He was of a quiet and retiring temperament, never making a demonstration to be seen or heard by men. He clearly proved his faith by his works.  The meetings of his church, as well as associating with his brethren, he delighted in. He was a useful citizen and one whose place will be hard to fill.  He had been in health to within a short time of his death.  On the 11th of July he was taken sick—is supposed to have died from congestion of the bowels.  He bore his sickness with Christian patience, and seemed to realize, and so expressed himself, that his pilgrimage here was over.  He died as if he was going to sleep—a correct exemplification of his life.

“Asleep in Jesus! Blessed sleep,
From which none ever wake to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the lash of foes.”

While he is taken from the society of friends gone before him, and of the blessed Savior, in that city where there is no night, or sorrow, tears or death.

“All o’er those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day,
There God, the Son, forever reigns,
And scatters night away.”

G. S. T.