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- Gone to Rest.
L.D. Haynes died at his home near Lincolnton, N.C. Aug. 28th 1894. He was born in Rutherford county, N.C., Aug. 16th 1928. He was a good citizen and a useful man. For quite a number of years he was a Justice of the Peace and his administrations were always considered just and equitable. All who knew him spoke well of him . For many years he was a member of the Methodist Episcopal Church South. The first conversation I ever had with Brother Haynes was concerning the church and the needs of the Pastor, and the first time we ever talked together, just a few days before his death, was on the same subject. He was expecting to die and expressed himself as being ready and willing. He leaves a wife and six children to mourn their loss. May God bless them in their sad bereavement and when they pass away, one after another may they all meet in Heaven.
M.T. Steele.
The Lincoln Courier, Lincolnton, North Carolina. Friday, 7 September 1894, page 3.
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- In Memoriam.
The stern sergeant, Death, has again, with the ponderous mace of time knocked at the portals of eternity, and ushered a weary pilgrim in. The headaches and heartaches that haunted long the way of the sojourner, are now but as memory of a dreadful dream. The earthly life that went out in the gray dawn of the morning of August 28th, 1894 had been in the keeping of Lorenzo Dow Haynes for sixty five temporal years. His career was an unusual one; he was an unusual man. Having traveled considerable over many different states, he naturally was in possession of a large store of experience and practical knowledge of various subjects. He was generous to a fault; broad minded as the circumstances under which he lived would permit; genial, kind and great-hearted, though sometimes nervous and impulsive. His sympathy was only outweighed by his unbounded love for all children, and especially his own. He laid no claims to sainthood, but belived with an abiding faith in the Fatherhood of God and the Brotherhood of humanity. Ready to go on the errands of love and mercy at all times, never once considering the strain upon his own system. He clung to his faith in God with the tenacity of one who realizes its worth, and almost with his dying breath expressed his gratitude to one who had prayed for him. And must we say that such a life is ended? No, so, we dare not, for God, who created man is His own image, did not breathe into him a life to be ended as the light of a candle is extinguished. Rather let us say that death is not the end of , but only an event in, life. For, out of the narrow portals through which he has gone, and up to which every soul of earth is surely marching, there spread the limitless fields of eternity. = And God is there; and where God is there much be life. “The gift of God is eternal life,” and that is the life that is beyond the grave. Indeed we bemoan our loss, but, blessed be God, it is his eternal gain. We “weep not as men without hope,” but are looking for the “resurrection of the body and the life everlasting” Peace, peace to his ashes! May the memory of his unselfish life, and of his many deeds live ever-green in our hearts to ennoble and uplift us to that high sphere in which our Master dwells, for
“Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day:
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away,
Change and decay in all around I see:
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
Hold though thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies:
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.”
C.L.H.
The Lincoln Courier, Lincolnton, North Carolina. Friday, 14 September 1894, page 2.
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