John Emory Tucker - Eulogy, Lincoln Parish, Louisiana
Carol Crowell-Hurley.


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John Emory Tucker
In Memoriam

There is no death - The stars go down to rise up on some fair shore. In a
bright heaven jeweled crown they shine forever more.

John Emory, fourth child and only son of Louisza Jane Stepenson and Reuben
Tucker, was born in Arcadia, La. July 31, 1867.  He died in Center Point,
Texas February 19, 1899 age 31 years, 6 months, and 18 days.

His death was caused from consumption so acute that after a battle of quiet
an illness he heroically succumbed and passed away as if quietly slumbering.
His bedside on this memorable February Sabbath that dawned so beautifully
for others marked an era that pierced the heart. He was lovingly surrounded
by she who about ten years ago in Vienna, La. became his bride and five
little children whom God sent during this time to bless the union of Minnie
McCord and John Tucker. His father, bent with cares and hardships, was also
present when the spark, the star, flickered and went out.

A short while prior to his marriage, John professed religion at a revival
here and joined the M.E. Church under the pastorate of Rev. W. J. Porter.
Since then he has always endeavored to lead a life consistent with his creeds
- teachings not to be wondered at. As his father was known by this sobriquet,
so was John Tucker, the famous camp meeting advocate. By letter, Mr. and Mrs.
Tucker's membership was transferred from Vienna, La. a few years since at
Alto Springs and from there to Center Point, Texas where in hope of
recuperating he went last October.

From infancy, the importance of do unto others as you would have them do unto
you was so thoroughly installed in his soul that he knew only to be good and
kind. John was by nature endowed with a genial and sunny disposition full of
affection shown for all those near to him by his kindness.  He was a devoted
husband.  An indulgent and tender father as a heritage to his family. As a
neighbor, he was ever ready to extend a hand. He possessed many noble traits
of character and was conscientious where he felt duty calling - never
neglecting any concern.

Yes, John is gone. Still as an imperishable monument to his memory remains
the thought that he tried to lead an existance of purity and christian
fortitude in his earthly cares is an echo that sends back in plaintive
refrain: Well done my good and faithful servant.

To him were held forth flattering assertions of a useful pilgrimage.  But our
savior saw fit to call him. The sparkle of the eyes is dimmed. His form is
cold as marble. His hands are folded over his bosom. His aged father, bowed
with grief, an invaled mother who knows nothing but pain, eight sisters, his
young wife, and five children remain.

Yet, for them, tis sweet to think while struggling the goal of life to win
that beyond the shores of time the better years begin.

Irene Bertie Goodwin  Vienna, La.  March 22, 1899