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Rev. William H. Trammell |
The Cartersville Express |
Cartersville, Georgia |
August 22, 1878, Page 3 |
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OBITUARY. Rev. WM. H. TRAMMELL died [word obscured] 2nd inst. of Typhoid fever, in Athens, Ga., being in his 27th year. There are many in this community who feel the death of this young man as a personal bereavement. Reared during the latter years of his youth in our midst, he was known and loved by us all. Willie was a model boy. Unvarying dutiful, and gentle, and kind and cheerful his presence never failed to brighten every scene at home. Light seemed to attend his steps. Scrupulously conscientious and inflexible upright he commanded, ever in his boyhood, our highest esteem. In him the natural virtues seemed to be complete. He reminded us of the young man of whom it was said, “Jesus beholding him, loved him,” so exemplary was his life from his early childhood. Happily, he had also the “one thing” which that young man lacked. He loved God “with a pure heart, fervently.” There was no surprise when, the time having come, he settled the great question of his life-work by a final consecration of himself to the ministry of the gospel. In December 1874 he became an itinerant Methodist preacher. In this field, where success requires, not only faith and prayer, but talent and study and work, he achieved in the shortest time a most enviable name. Guileless and unaffected, loving and devoted, he quickly won a personal popularity that opened the way for the source of his work. His labors were rewarded with the most gratifying results. “This beginning of his ministry” was full of promise. It revealed capacity and marked growth, and gave us assurance that the development of years would be characterized by high honor and the largest usefulness. But his work has been cut short. In the freshness and the vigor of his youth he has been taken from us. However, it is only a TRANSFER. He has entered upon a higher and broader field. That expanding intellect has lost none of its activity; that noble heart has lost none of its wealth. He still lives, to learn, to love, to minister, in a more blessed employ and with a diviner joy he serves Him to whom on earth his child-heart was given. The life below and the life above are one. “There is no death! The dust we tread The granite rocks disorganize There is no death! The leaves may fall There is no death! An angel form He leaves our hearts all desolate, The bird-like voice, whose joyous tones Where’er he sees a smile too bright, Born unto that undying life, And ever near us, though unseen, J. T. N. |
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