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Obituary – James Winton McCabe

In Memorium
17 Jun 1898 – Roanoke Beacon

As one who knew, loved and honored the character of this memorial, it becomes my sad and grievous duty to chronicle a few words in sweet remembrance of his earthly pilgrimage. After a brief illness, James Winton McCABE, the eldest son of James F. and Annie McCabe, departed this life June 8th at 10 o’clock PM, aged 22 years, 6 months and 28 days.

Born of humble but noble parents, reared under the tender watch-care and kindly influence of a christian home, he early imbibed its sacred principles and precepts. During his early life he attended school and having won distinction in his studies he taught for a short period, and then was employed by Mr. A.G. Walker, of Creswell, until his death. He won the confidence and highest respect of all who knew him. All of his sets, all of his ways were gentle and thoughtful. Never was there a more obedient young man to his parents than Winton. When not at work, it was his desire to be at home with them enjoying their company. But now we hope he is at a better home where there is no parting nor separation, but joy and bliss forever.

Stricken and sorely distressed by this bereavement, we the young people of Creswell wish to express our sorrow for loss of our dear friend Winton. We have known him since he has been in our midst to be a young man of the highest type, and we know by his death we have lost one of our social links that binds our friendship together. But we bow our heads in humble submission to the Lord’s will and observe the scriptural passage. “God’s will and not thine be done.” Sad indeed is the presence of death when it bears away the aged; but sadder still when it claims the promising young man, who has only taken a few steps on life’s journey. Nevertheless death comes when least expected like a cold frost nipping the tender bud of the young and promising plant.

Now that he has gone and left us, we are sad and grieved, but let us hope and pray that our temporal loss may be his eternal gain. Let us cease to weep, and put off this veil of tears in the comforting hope and belief that he is not dead, forever dead, but peacefully sleeping awaiting the resurrection morn when he shall be numbered among the Archangels of Heaven at the right hand of God. The last tribute of praise was rendered by Rev. Luther Eborn and then the deceased was laid to rest in the family burial ground – a spot dear to his memory. May God in his own mysterious way give solace and comfort to the souls of the bereaved parents, brothers, sister and friends, and may they realize that this earth has been robbed of one soul less but Heaven has one angel more. — Creswell, NC, June 13, 1898.

On the evening of June the 8th 1898, the angel reapers visited the home of Mr. and Mrs. J.F. McCabe, claiming the spirit of their eldest son, James Winton McCabe, who accompanied the messengers to his Father’s house not made with bands, eternal in the heavens. He was born in Washington county November 10th, 1870 and died of gastric fever in his native county. He was therefore in his twenty-third year, full of vigor and life when called from earth into the realms of the blest. He lingered a week and three days, but during this period a murmur or complaint never passed his lips. His death was very unexpected, and therefore a great shock to all. All who knew him loved him, and his untimely death has cast a gloom over the whole community – he will be sadly missed in his home and neighborhood. This is one of the mysterious provideness of God, but it is beautiful to see the unwavering faith of his parents. With Job they can say, “The Lord gave and the Lord taketh away, Blessed be the name of the Lord.”

The God in whom they trusted has not failed them, and has been very precious to them in their hours of time. A gift of their old age, he lived with them near twenty-three years, and has been the source of such joy and comfort as can only result from a life whose chief aim was to make them happy. He was a dutiful son, a loving brother, and a kind friend. During his illness he expressed himself as ready for death.

He was a dutiful son, a loving brother, and a kind friend. During his illness he expressed himself as ready for death. We have given to the tomb a new treasure. Earth has lost, and heaven is richer by his transition. May God in his tenderness comfort each member of the bereaved family, and the host of relatives and friends who are left behind.

Safe in the arms of Jesus he awaits us on the golden shores of eternity. By God’s help we are determined to meet him there. How sweet to think of him in the grand procession that shall come forth to welcome us as we pass out of our tenements of clay and go up for the glorious reception accorded to those who submit to God’s guidance Psa 73:@4. To the bereaved ones I extend my deepest sympathy, with the prayer that they may all finally be reunited in God’s kingdom in heaven. Yes, dear friend and schoolmate we shall meet again.

He shall sleep, but not forever; There will be a glorious dawn, We shall meet to part no never, On life resurrection morn.” — A sorrowing friend, Loula J. Phelps — Scuppernong, NC June 11, 1898.


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