Butts County GaArchives Obituaries.....James N. Britton March 1887
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Middle Ga Argus -  Week of March 8, 1887

The subject of this sketch, James N. Britton, the son of Mr. And Mrs. J. P. 
Britton was born the 23rd day of February 1868, at Indian Springs, and died 
March 3rd, 1887.  He was taken sick in November 1886, with pneumonia.  He 
partly recovered from that attact, but relapsed on the 23rd day of January and 
gradually grew worse until his death.  He born his affliction without a murmur 
or complaint, and it was proverbial with those visiting him how uncomplaining 
and patient he was!  He submitted to his affliction with great patience, being 
sustained by that perfect love which casteth out fear.  On the day before he 
died, when his mind was perfectly clear, he called his parents, brothers and 
sisters, relatives and friends around him and gave them such a talk that 
satisfied all who heard him that he had passed from death unto life.

He bestowed a parting blessing up on each one, and urged them to be faithful to 
the cause of Christ, and to meet him in Heaven.  

He thanked all who had visited and waited on him for their kindness and 
attention.  

His death was a great shock to the community, but the weeping parents, and 
friends “sorrow not as those without hope.”  Among the last things he did, he 
asked all to keep still while he folded his arms across his breast while he 
sang the Sweet by-and-bye.”  He then seemed to fall asleep in the arms of his 
Savior as sweetly as the infant on a mother’s breast.

Yes, our young friend Jimmie, like one who wraps =the drapery of his couch 
about him, and lies down to pleasant dreams, sleeps the sleep that knows no 
waking.

Our young friend is dead !  The Silent Reaper “who gathers the bearded grain at 
a breath “ on the 3rd day of March thrust in his sickle and fathered the sheaf 
into his garner.



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