Death of a Young Physician.

Dr. Venable, son of Mr. Sanford Venable, of Cassville, died Thursday at the residence of his father.  He was a young physician just starting out in life with as bright prospects as any need have.  He leaves a wife to mourn his loss.  To the bereaved we extend our sincere sympathy.

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The Courant American
February 3, 1888, Page 2

Tribute of Respect.

In the unerring providence of our Allwise Creator, we are now called upon to render the last mournful tribute of love and respect to one of Bartow’s most promising sons.  Dr. Glenn B. Venable passed quietly out of the home circle into the Great Beyond, at the age of 26 years, 3 months and 14 days.

It is seldom, indeed, that we are called upon to chronicle the termination of a life so entirely free from blots to mar its purity, as that of our departed brother. We who know him intimately from childhood to manhood know that he grew up free from the many vices of the youth of the land.

Dr. Venable was possessed of fine natural abilities, and these had been enhanced and developed by years of careful study.  After receiving a common school education at home, he, at the age of 22 years, left his native state and went to Ann Arbor, Michigan, where, after a course of three years, he graduated in the medical department of the State University.

His record there, as received from his friends in college, is that he kept himself aloof from evil associates, and led a consistent, Christian life, never taking part in anything about which he had any conscientious scruples.  After graduating he located at Avon, N. Y., and there practiced his chosen profession for nearly a year.  At the end of that time, his health, which had been declining for several months, became so feeble that he decided to return to the South and try the effect of the sunnier skies and warmer atmosphere of his native state, hoping thereby to regain the health and strength [lost] in the far north.

But his Heavenly Father had something better than physical health in store for him.  Instead of prolonging his life and permitting him to live and toil and suffer for a long series of years, He led him back to the home of his childhood, and there in the midst of loving friends, He quietly whispered, “Come up higher.”  And while his early demise is a mystery hard to understand by us, who linger behind, yet it is a most consoling thought that our God never makes any mistakes.  And while his early departure leaves a blank in the hearts of his many friends which time can never fill, yet we rejoice to feel that our loss is his eternal gain.

Dr. Venable was happily converted in very early life and united with the church at Cassville, of which he remained a consistent member until he went north.  During his sojourn at Avon he was assistant superintendent of the Sabbath school of the First Methodist church at that place.  He was also steward in the church.  After he left Avon he was reelected Sunday-school superintendent for the present year provided he returned.  While living in New York he married Miss Stella Cox, of Gennessee, a most estimable Christian lady, who was in every way fully qualified to be a helpmeet for him.  On her the blow falls with crushing weight.

May he who counts the hairs of our heads and marks the sparrow’s fall, sanctify this sore and heavy bereavement, to her and all other sorrowing friends.

Dr. Venable’s last hours were profoundly tranquil and happy.  At times he shouted praises to God and anon he exhorted all present to meet him in heaven.  Only a few moments before he breathed his last, he requested his wife and sisters to sing the “Sweet Bye and Bye,” and as they sang his voice blended with theirs, until the song was ended, and almost immediately passed over to swell the chorus of the redeemed host, who continually shout the high hallelujahs of heaven and sing: “Salvation and glory, and honor and power unto the Lord our God and to the Lamb which was slain.”  “Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, from henceforth; yea, saith the spirit, that they may rest from their labors, and their works do follow them.”