Talbot-Meriwether County GaArchives Obituaries.....Robert Henry Hill 1909
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The Talbotton New Era, April 1, 1909

The Talbotton New Era
Thursday, April 1, 1909
Page 6

Dr. Robert Henry Hill was born at Perote, Ala., in 1862.  His parents were Dr. 
Robert Henry and Elizabeth Bryan Hill.  His father died while the son was quite 
young.

From his father, he inherited many brilliant qualities which combined with the 
mother’s earnest gentle nature gave to him, a rare charm and magnetism.  At the 
age of sixteen he came to Talbot Co., where he remained for two years.  He then 
accepted a position at Perry.  While there, he was gloriously converted, joined 
the Baptist church and was immersed by Dr. Hall.  Of this occasion friends 
wrote many beautiful letters telling of the great spiritual blessings.

A number of years were spent out west, in Terre Haute, Indiana; he met Miss 
Flora Franklin who afterwards became his bride.  Although his thoughts often 
turned to the profession of his father, yet it was his sister’s influence that 
decided his life work.  He studied at Louisville, Ky., and was awarded high 
honors and diplomas.  Convinced that Chalybeate Springs and surrounding country 
needed the labors he generously and unselfishly consecrated his best energies 
to the welfare and happiness of others.

His heart beat with kindness, sweetness and charity.  At home in his private 
life and among the people he loved and who loved him, he was a benediction.  He 
was their guide, their counselor, and their friend.  He sympathized with their 
sorrows, rejoiced in their successes.  The love and veneration, in which he was 
held, cannot be estimated.

When the sad news flashed over the wires, “Dr. Hill is dead”, hearts ached and 
eyes filled with tears.  Hundreds of people gathered around the bier, and 
strong men wept uncontrollably.  It was a touching scene.  Blessed are the men 
who can live in a community and thus die, loved, honored and esteemed as was 
Dr. Hill.

The path across those mountain fastnesses were not of ease and worldly 
pleasure, but all along the rugged journey, blossom the flowers of friendship, 
of kindly and generous deeds, which have shed their perfume to bless and 
gladden the lives of others and their fragrance will sweeten the years to come.

Rev. N.C. Underwood, with trembling voice and eloquent tribute, echoed the 
sentiments of those who knew and loved him so many years.

A long procession followed the casket to its last resting place.  Loving hands 
banked high exquisite floral offerings.  There, beneath the indespreading 
trees, within those mountains, so dear to his heart, he sleeps, and to those 
who stay behind, he bequeaths a priceless heritage.




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