Talbot County GaArchives Obituaries.....Mizell, Robert A. July 9, 1911 ************************************************ Copyright. All rights reserved. http://www.usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm http://www.usgwarchives.net/ga/gafiles.htm ************************************************ File contributed for use in USGenWeb Archives by: Carla Miles http://www.genrecords.net/emailregistry/vols/00010.html#0002476 May 18, 2009, 5:18 pm The Talbotton New Era, July 13, 1911 The Talbotton New Era Thursday, July 13, 1911 Page Two Hon. R.A. Mizell Dead Hon. Robert A. Mizell, familiarly called “Uncle Bob” Mizell, who has been in a low state of health for some time, died suddenly at his home Sunday about noon. While his death was not wholly unexpected, it came as a surprise to most people because of its suddenness. Uncle Bob Mizell was born and reared in Talbot County and has lived here all his life. He served in the Confederate army during the war. He was known among the soldiers for his bravery. He did not know what it was to be afraid. The funeral was conducted from his home Monday afternoon by his pastor, Rev. Graham Forrester, who read the 23rd Psalm and had prayer. This was according to the wishes of the deceased before his death. The Talbotton lodge of Masons then took charge and conducted the services at the grave. The Talbotton New Era Thursday, July 13, 1911 Page Six Mr. C.W. Mizell, of Columbus, came over Monday to attend the funeral of his uncle, Hon. R.A. Mizell. The Talbotton New Era Thursday, July 20, 1911 Page Two How rapidly Talbot county is called upon to mourn the loss of her old and honored sons! The last to pass away was Robert A. Mizell at noon Sunday the 10th July, 1911 in the 73rd year of his age. So far as we know his last wish was gratified. He wished to die with his armor on, and not live to become a burden to anyone, especially to the dear friends who had ministered to his comfort so long. He was a man of untiring energy and nothing but complete disability could make him relinquish his daily tasks. He had just taken a walk in his yard and on returning to the house one of his friends approached and asked is she might not assist him up the steps. He replied no; that he did not need assistance. He walked alone to his room, laid down upon his bed and in a few moments lapsed into unconsciousness and that deep sleep that knows no waking. He was a devoted and active member of the Baptist church up to the last year of his life. If religion is love, then his life was a living exponent of that divine faith. I do not think I ever knew a man more kindly disposed towards everybody and so affectionately disposed toward a great many. He was of a most genial and sunny disposition, no thorns and briars hedged him about, nothing but roses grew in his path. He was deeply imbued with a true chivalrous spirit, which found expression in deeds of kindness and love to the poor, obscure and helpless – especially to women and children. His sympathies often outran his ability to give. I once heard a friend remonstrate with him for giving a certain amount to a distressed widow with children. He replied with a suggestion of resentment in his tone. “Yes I turned my pockets inside out for her, and the only reason I didn’t give her anymore was, I had no more to give.” Human motive in its last analysis is true to whatever is true. And it was an appropriate tribute to his worth that business was suspended during his obsequies, that he should have been buried with the beautiful ritual of the Masonic order and that the Daughters of the Confederacy attended his funeral in a body. I never knew a more patriotic man, he loved his country as he did his mother. I have heard it often from comrades of the civil war, that he was absolutely fearless and undaunted in battle and places of danger, a knight without fear or reproach. And in time of peace (I knew him well) he was as gentle and tender as a woman, and so we are sometimes reminded that “The bravest are the tenderest, The loving are the daring, Peace, eternal peace to his ashes.” M.H.J. The Talbotton New Era Thursday, July 20, 1911 Page Two Robert A. Mizell Memory does not reach back to a time when I did not know and love Bob Mizell. As a child I was one of the many who rejoiced at his coming and who hated to see him leave. When a small boy playing around my father’s store I was struck by that spirit of happy good fellowship with which he greeted everyone when he entered and there was always a warm welcome for him. I noticed with pleasure the clearness of his conversation and that such coarseness and vulgarity as some men indulged in was beneath one of his purity of character. When after four years of as gallant and devoted service as any man ever gave to his country he came home to poverty and bringing with him the terrible wounds from which he has suffered ever since, though broken in health he was not broken in spirit. Often have I wondered of his courage and apparent happiness when I knew he was suffering terribly from those old wounds, but after a time I learned that he had more than physical courage. The spirit of Christ was with him and he drank daily and deeply of the fountain of life. Then I understood him and loved him the more. There is no life however noble and however pure that does not grow nobler and purer and happier for having walked and talked with Jesus. If Bob Mizell ever had a unworthy thought I never knew it and if he ever did anything that was not right it was error of judgment, not of the heart. His heart was always right. God bless his memory and may the host of those who loved him so emulate his example that we may meet him beyond the river where we will live and love froever. Harry C. Brown File at: http://files.usgwarchives.net/ga/talbot/obits/m/mizell12362ob.txt This file has been created by a form at http://www.poppet.org/gafiles/ File size: 6.0 Kb