Butts County GaArchives Obituaries.....James M  Lambdin July 1889
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Middle Ga Argus
James M. Lambdin
Obituary 

Prof. James M. Lambdin was born in Barnesville, Ga., January 16, 1868, and was 
married to Miss Maggie martin in Eatonton last Monday night and died of typhoid 
fever at the residence of the bride’s parents last Saturday at noon.  Not for 
many years, perhaps never, has Eatonton witnessed a sadder chain of 
circumstances attending the departure of a brighter life than this.  Married 
while lying prostrate with fever on his deathbed, just five days a husband and 
then laid to rest in the grave, his wedding suit, his shroud.  The bright hopes 
of a pure life are now gone with the body to the grave, the wife is now a 
widow, and bridesmaids and attendants are now turned to mourners.  Man may plan 
but surely God doth execute.

Mr. Lambdin graduated at Gordon Institute under his father in 1884 or 1885, and 
for two and a half years attended West Point Military Academy, when he was 
called home by the death of his father; for the next three months he taught 
with Prof. Neal in Moreland Park Academy, and for the past year he has been 
teaching in Jackson Institute, Jackson, Ga.  Born in the same town with him and 
having been associated with him during the past year in the school room, I knew 
him well, but as long and as well as I knew him never did I see or hear aught 
against his character as a model boy and Christian gentleman.  Not often have I 
seen those who were more conscientious and earnest in the discharge of duty, 
and but few have I ever known whose future here seemed brighter.  Not many do I 
know now who are better prepared to wade out into the dark, cold waters that 
have carried him to a brighter world than this.

A type of the father who but a few months preceded him to heaven, how happy 
today must they be, united never more to part.  As sure as anything we can be 
sure of, so sure are we that the father and son are becoming to us here below 
to come up higher and join the throngs of those who around the throne are 
singing “Glory to God in the Highest.”  May the lesson of their lives be a 
study and an inspiration to the friends left behind.

How well do I remember my friend’s wise counsel to the pupils who have been 
wanting to assemble before him, how faithfully he instructed them, how 
earnestly he prayed for them, and now I may add, how noble he died for them.  A 
few weeks before his death I advised him to be more careful, not to work so 
incessantly or he would wear himself out and thus bring on disease.  Now tht 
his faithfulness has culminated in his death, I believe him no less a martyr to 
duty than the brave men who rather than compromise theirs laid down their lives 
at the stake.  He considered the schoolroom a studio, God himself the artist, 
the teacher his chisel and the immortal minds the white-winged angels he was 
developing.  He earnestly and how sacredly he performed his part.  What an 
example for the boys and girls he loved so well.

Not only was he active in the schoolroom but he was equally so in the church.  
A few months ago in the Methodist church at Jackson he arose at his seat one 
Sabbath morning after the benediction had been pronounced and announced that 
there would be a young men’s prayer meeting organized in the church at the 
close of Sabbath school in the alter room.  Sabbath after Sabbath have I seen 
him in these prayer meetings as happy in the love of God as it seemed to me 
mortal man could be.   When all the town was wrapt in slumbers I have known him 
to rise and kneel by his bedside and pray for his friends.  Can we say that 
such a life has been in vain?  Can we forget it?  No, no, thank God no, such a 
life will brighten in the lives of others as long as time speeds on his way to 
eternity

W. C. Wright – Eatonton, Ga., July 26, 1889

Middle Ga. Argus – Week of July 30, 1889


   


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