Caswell G. Trammell
The Courant American Newspaper
February 23, 1893, Page 1
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Death of Mr. Trammell
Caswell G. Trammell was born in White County, Georgia, and died at Cartersville on the morning of the 18 th inst. in the 71 st year of his age.
During a residence in Cartersville of nearly twenty-five years the life of Mr. Trammell was as an open book before the eyes of men. That record of uprightness in all the relations of life, as citizen, neighbor, and friend, is known and honored of us all. A good citizen, a kind neighbor, a faithful friend has departed.
But let us turn to these aspects of his life and character over which the heart in the hour of grief, loves to linger, and to bless.
Mr. Trammell was an old fashioned Methodist, glorying in the traditions of the church, grounded in its doctrines, rejoicing in its modes of worship, and very jealous of all that was not according to the ways of the fathers.
He loved God. How often have we seen him as his heart overflowed with devotion which no faltering speech could compass or express. Think of what it was to him—the instant when mortality put on immortality, and loved ones gone before met him at the gates of heaven. Oh the rapture of that meeting! Oh the sweetness of that hour, when the faintest notes of heaven’s harmonics were all heard! Blessed be the name of the Lord!
Our friend served God not alone in his personal piety before Him, but also in his loving service toward men. He visited the sick. He bound up the broken heart. He helped the needy. He counseled the brethren. He rebuked the ungodly.
He trusted God. Lying upon his death bed, after a long silence he suddenly exclaimed: “We are rich! The Lord is ours.” Behold his faith! Human anxiety for those he was about to leave had filled his heart through the long watches of the night. Wife, and daughter, and son and grandchild, who was to care for them now that he was about to die! Oh, that triumphant cry of faith as fear and doubt fell from his soul. “We are rich! The Lord is ours!” Yes, dear old fashioned Methodist they are rich, and following thee,
‘Like lambs they shall still in his bosom be borne.”
And so, declaring the mercy, and the goodness of God, and his desire to go home, this soldier of Christ passed through the valley of the shadow of death and entered into everlasting peace. God grant that the precious memory and example of his life may be followed, not only by those of his household, but by the church, and all who knew him among men.
The grave of such a man is no place for tears. He is not there. This place “we call the grave, was to him but the gate to endless joys.” We are on the darkened side. He has passed through. He walks in the eternal light of God. “Thanks be to God which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.”
“The pains of death are past,
Labor and sorrow cease;
And lifes long warfare closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.
Soldier of Christ, well done!
Praise be thy new employ,
And while the eternal ages run,
Rest in thy Savior’s joy!”
--One Who Loved Him.
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