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Robert C. McClanahan was born April 9tb, 1864, and died P'ebruary 19th, 1889.All that make* a eon dear to parental hearts was centered in thin young man ; a sound body, a fine mind, a cheerfal spirit, a genial temper, a liberal soul, and an affectionate heart. He had hosts of friends, because he showed himself friendly. He was sent off to the best echoole, and brought home three gold medals to kindle high hopes in the breasts of his friends The flowers of love were strewn in his path. He was faithfully instructed in the principles of our holy religion, and gave early promise of a useful life. Whatever he wanted seemed to be within his grasp. His friends looked upon him with warmest admiration. His manly form, graceful action, pleasing and cordial manners, won comments from many acquaintances.Alas 1 How soon the fair vision has faded away. While asleep in the Sorrell building at Roanoke, Va., he awoke, and in a state of bewilderment, fell from the window to the pavo ment and was killed. The story is soon told. His friends by the hundred gathered at the old family homestead, a mile south of the city, where four generations had lived and died. Words of solemn import were spokeu on the mystery of life; prayers were offered ; teara of tender love and sympathy were shed, some of them from eyes unused to weep; the procession moved across the lawn, slowly climbed the hill, and, beneath the branches of ancestral oaks, gathered amid the sepulchres of paronts. grandparents and great-grandparents, committed his lifeless form, dust to dost, alt;*hes to ashea ”The place and all its surroundings were such as to inspire with thonght* too deep for utterance, and almost too avep tor tears, the dullest soul. There six young men. full of life and hope, liftod the casket and laid the pride of his father’s heart, the light of his mother's eyes, beneath the sod. while the man of God read holy words of comfort and hope from the book t ! God, and said amen. Twas a mournful pleasure to linger at such a place on such »n occasion, and the multitude of neighbors and friends seemed reluctant to leave The grave was filled, the mound was made, the sound of the spade slowly died awav, and still a spell, as of enchantment oound o.* to the hallowed ground. One by one the movement was made and hearts filled with sorrow and hope turned again to the bnsy paths of life. A child of the covenant, faithfully brought up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord, early admitted to th* full communion of the church, habituated to prayer and the reading of the Scripture to the last, he has gone from onr midst to the presence of the God of the covenant, whose promises to believing parents and the;r children never have been broken.'•Jeans lover of toy soul, Let me to thy bosom fly.Died, February 26th. 1889, at L»-ei-burg Va., of pneumonia, after an illness of four dave Mrs
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Central Presbyterian
Richmond, Virginia, US
Wed, Mar 06, 1889
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