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IN MiSMOBIAH.We lind the following beantiful true and tender tribute to our late . venerable and lamented townsman Dr. John H. Hill, in the Wilming*■ ton Messenger ol Friday;It is dee to tha memory of Dr. John H. Hill, who died in Golds'-boro on the 19 of the | resent p month, and was bnried on the following day in Oakdale cemetery,. that more than a passing notioe ebonld be tnkcn of hi» departure , from us. and that some Iriend point out the features of his life and character, and pay a brief tribute of love and friendship to t his memory.Dr. Hill was bom on the 25lh . day of April 1807, in the county of New Hanover, at a place on the Wilmington and Weldon railroad, about twelye miles from . Wilmington, called Ilyrnebam.He was the eon ot Col. Thomas F Hill, of Wilmington, and Sasan I Mabeon. his wife, and the grandson of William Hill, a prominent, merchant during the Devolution, and who lies buried at Old Brunswick,■ His brothers were the late Thomas ? Hill, of PittBboro, who married adaughter of Judge Toomer, and Mr. Arthur J. Ilill, who married a daughter of Mr. John Swann. His ’ sisters were Margaret,who married Mr. Levin Lane; Maria, who inar-* ried Mr.Williain H. Hardin,a pop ; nlar educator ; Alice, who marriedMr. John II. llaughton, of l*ittsc I boro, and Susan, who married L William D. Moeeley, a Governor of Florida. He survived them all J for many years. It will thus be ? seen that Dr. ilill was related or i connected with many of the oldest 3 and most respectable and distinguished families of the Cape Fear. e He was educated at the University ? and afterwards studied medicine ? and graduated at the Medical C 1-y lege in tlie city of New York. He 3 practised his profession, however,0 only for a few years in the eonnty- of Sampson, when he purchased the Lillipnt plantation on the Capet Fear riyer below Wilmington, in ; the county of Brnnswick, where- he devoted Ins life till the clofe ot r the war to the cultivation of rice.Energy and good management f soon converted that plantation into e a 6tate of development and pro-* ' ductiveness far bey ond its supposed capaoity, and bis vigilance, fore* thought and sagacity made him ’ one ot the largest, and perhaps the ° most successful planter on the1 Cape Fear. After the war he old j ont his plantation and his outfit,and retired from active business to ^ the town ot Clinton, in the county , of Sampson, which he considered j healthy, and where living was cheap, and the society good. A r few years afterwards he removed t to Goldsboro and spent the remainder ot his days in the family . of his son, John, to whom, and to , whose wife and children ho was f greatly attached, and who had ever i shown him peculiarly con* ; sicierate and tender love and care■ This association gave him all the t substantial comfort and pleasure* of home. In 1837 he lost his wife, by whom he had three sons, whof survive him. no never mar* ricd again, and to the day of his* death cherished her memory, and* always spoke of her with greatest■ rtfspect. Singly and alone he : reared bis sous. He early won i their respect and love, and by his careful training, and by the ex.1 ample aad influence of his owndigaiiied life, they grew up to ’ man’s estate gentlemen, good 1 men, Christaiue, and bear in their j very persons the stamp of true ; | gentility. At his borne at Lillipnt [ he never bad a housekeeper, but only men servants about the houee. These were perfectly trained in every art and convenience of houae-. keeping, ami in their manner ot service. He had arouud him every . comfort and luxury which a coun-, try home could require; and he . delighted in dispensing hospitality.. The comforts of his home, and ea-■ pecially ihe delicacies of his table i no one can forget, who ever enjoyed i them. He knew perfectly how■ every thing ought to be made, i and how everything ought to bedone, aud under his own supervision everything was done and made that way. Dr. Hill was a man of very uncommon ir.ental gifts, of the quickest perception, of very great powers of discrimination, and had the most tenacims and retentive memory I ever knew. He had all his life great taste, aa 1 well as excellent opportunity for reading, and bis reading accordingly was varied and extensive. His never-failing memory and quick aud discriminating mind had enabled him to store up a vast j fund of nseful knowledge upon | every subject, in religion, in poli*. tics, in science, in literature, and all the useful and practical affairs [ of life. There was no topic upon , which be conld not talk moat en«. tertaingly, and with edification- to his hearers. No man in North i Oarolina surpassed him in theknowledge of history, and certainlynone t quailed him in the traditions o° the Cape Fear, ai.d in the men and liine of Colonial days, and in the relations between them, and in their genealogies down to the pre~ sent time. In his manners he was refined, polished, d’gnified, and c courtlj ; at the same time accessible. g Whilst a great talker, he was ever modest and cnturtaing, and never { fatigued. To ladies he was conr- 4 tcons and gallant and to the young ^ he was fascinating, lie was devoted to his chum; and her liturgy, { and never approved of auy change in the latter. He frequently re* ■ presented his parish in the church’s councils, and more than once represented his county in the Legislature of the State, He was an honorary member tf the North Carolina Medical society from its organization. His private life was chaste and clean. No supicion ever rested on it. It wnB without blot. In bnsiness he was prompt, and not merely honest—he was honorable in all things. He was sensitive, and quick of temper, and bated a mean action, yet he soun relented if cocasion required. He believed in and had great respect for his prtjudies, because he thought they were the instincts of a gentleman. At the a-une time he controlled them, lest they should occasion him Us sin. His friendships, even the most intimate, were always seasoned with exqnieite courtesy and respect, and whilst warm and affectionate nev-r dtsend ed to common familiarity.Take him for all*in all, we never had in onr midst a truer type of the old-time j gentleman, a icmarkable race now well nigh extinct. Peace to his| asbea ! All honor to his memory !Onr Who Loved Him.SUNDAY READING.Made Up of Divers clij lairsThe love of God is a very precious thing; it i3 not given to those who serve God through interest or for the sake of spiritual consolations.—St. Teresa.*I love to enter plea'ure by a postern. Not the broad popular gate that gu’patbo mot :To find my theatres in roadside nookB Where inen ar i actors and suspect it LOt,'\ here nature all unconscious works her will,And every Passion moyes with easygait,Unhampered by the buskin or the tram Hating the crowd, where we gregarious menLead lonely lives, I love society,Nor eeldom find tbe best with simple soulsUnsweived by culture from their native bent,The ground we meet on being primal manAnd nearer the deep bases of our lives.— James Russell Lowell,* **It is an extraordinary peculiarity in unbnlievers that they are often more subject to petty superstitions than other men ; and similarly, it often happens that the most syni-cal and coldly calculating of conspirators, who believe themselves proof against all outward influences, yield to some feeling of Der-vona dislike lor an individual who has never harmed them, and are led on from dislike to hatred, until their soberest actions take color from what in its earliest beginnings was nothing more than a senseless prejudice,—F. Mariou Crawford.•» *Methiaks we do as fretful children do Leaning their faces on the window pane,To sigh the fdass dim with their own breath's stain,And shut the sky and landscape from their view.And thus, alas! since Qod the Maker drewA mystic seperation 'twixt those twain. The life beyond us, and our souls in pain,We miss the prospect which we are called unto By griets wc are foolB 'o use. Be strong O man, my brother! hold tby sobbing breath,And keep the soul’s large window pute, ir.m wrong—That so, as life's appointment issueth. The vision may be clear to watch alongThe sunset cansumaiion-ligbts of death —Elizabeth Barrett Browing.A KB VERY.A footprint washed with rain,A ray where some ono smiled,A dream that shapes in vain The phantom of a child,1 watch the daylight down,1 ask the stars for him;I was his father once;Why aje these eyes so dim?Fleet echo, faint-perfume Of young life stolen away!The grass has hid his bloom,Tha night lias stilled his play, Sometimes where schoolmates meet His form k I know';I was his father once.But that was long ago.
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Goldsboro Weekly Argus
Goldsboro, North Carolina, US
Thu, Mar 09, 1893
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