Lamach W. Mims
05-31-1896
OBITUARY

We want all the relatives and friends to know that God in His Wisdom,
has called home the spirit of our brother, L. W. Mims.

He died at his home Sunday evening, May 31st, after an illness of two
weeks.  A skilled physician, loving relatives and his faithful wife
ministered unto him till his death.

He was born in Lowndes county, Miss., in 1852, and in the fall of 1880
married Miss Kate Noah, of Kosciusko, Miss.  They spent the first three
years of their married life in Oktibbeha county, where his father, Col. M.
Mims, now lives.  He moved to this couty in 1883 and was a good,
patriotic citizen always ready to do his part in everything pertaining to
public weal.

I shall not attempt to review, even partially, his life as a citizen, as he is
so well known by the people.

He was a member of the Salem Methodist church, and was a pronounced
Christian from early boyhood 'til his death, and exemplified in his life what
the religion of the blessed Christ can do this for us in its transforming and
exalting influence.

He loved his chosen church and was always ready to respond to the call
of duty in his church; but at the same time, there was in him that broad
catholicity that always makes the true man and that recognizes the 
universal brotherhood of man and the kinship of all of God's children.

I shall always carry in my own heart pleasant recollections of Christian
associations with my sainted friend, and brother.  We realize the
chapter is ended; the book is closed and the story of his noble life has
been finished. 

The flower fades in every clime and the leaf falls beneath every sky.

The curtain of night has been drawn over the eyes of day and the
somber shadow of sorrow rests upon our saddened hearts.  It is
ever thus, when least expecting it, we stand face to face with
death.

Surrounded by friends, crowned with honor, this noble man lies down
in his last sleep at the close of a useful life.  He has gone the way of
all flesh; he passed forever beyond our horizon, beyond twilight's
purple hills, beyond the utmost reach of human help or harm, to that
vast realm where the innumerable dwell.

We thank God that he died in the hope of a happy resurection and
passed away as serenely as the autumn dies.  Upon his palid lips,
with bleeding hearts, we print love's last and holiest kiss; and with
bowed heads, with sacred thoughts, with tender feelings, with love
that melts into sorrow, we say, Farewell!

Our church has lost one of its best and purest Christians; his wife
a true and devoted husband, and this writer, an intimate and warm
friend.  But this is not the end.  We will meet again and know
each other, "In that land of light and song where the old is ever
new."
		J.A. WILSON, Pastor
		Smyrna, Miss.

Transcribed by C. L. Herrick and donated to 
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