Bertie COUNTY NC Obits James S. Mitchell File contributed for use in USGenWeb Archives by Jvosper489@cs.com Jim Vosper http://www.usgwarchives.net/nc/bertie.htm >From the Biblical Recorder of Raleigh, NC October 20, 1869(from film at NC Baptist Archives at Reynolds Library at Wake Forest University in Winston-Salem NC). This obituary is so long I am breaking it into five parts. Jim Vosper. OBITUAL Died, at his residence in Bertie County of the 6th day of October, James S. Mitchell, aged sixty-eight years, eleven months, and twelve days. It is seldom Bro. Mills, that you are called on to record the death, so good, honest and upright man. When I call to mind his many amiable qualities, and his numberless acts of personal kindness, my breast is filled with emotions which exceed the powers of language, and I cannot but feel that my effects to exhibit him to others with all his amiable characteristics as they present themselves before me, are as futile as would be an attempt, without the talents of a painter, to put on canvass the vivid image of his form and features impressed upon my memory. In or about the 26th year of his age he embraced the christian religion, and was baptized into the fellowship of the church (Outlaws' Chapel) called Holly Grove, by that man of God, William Hill Jordan, forty three years ago. Ever since that time he remained a member of that church until his death and he has been a consistent and leading member. As a Christian, as I may say in every other station of life, he was unostentatious, unpretending and diffident, yet strong in his faith, confirmed in hope, firm and steadfast in doctrines. He never made great demonstrations of his feelings, nor indulged in noisy exultations as some; but was calm, serene and thoughtful, and yet we are persuaded that the inner man was nurtured and fed almost to overflow with grace divine. And as he grew older, he grew more and more in the knowledge of his divine Master, until he became to be the full statue of a man in Christ Jesus. He was always delegated every year to the Chowan Association, and was scarcely ever known to fail, unless some providential occurrence. The few last years of his life his health became so bad of course he was not appointed. Bro. Mitchell's walk during all this time, was circumspect; faithful as becometh a disciple of Christ. He was a christian whose faith was laid deep and strong and abiding, the trusting in his Lord. He possessed also as a christian, much fortitud and forbearance. As illustrated, by the last four years of his existence. It pleased God, in His wise purposes, we can't see for what, to lay the hand of affliction heavily upon him in July, 1866. Perhaps it was to exhibit the faith of a true christian that trusted in him, to his friends and neighbors, but we can't understand all this. It is with God only, and although he suffered a considerable portion of that time what no tongue can relate or pen can describe--pains the most acute and lascerating at some times, and at other times chronic and enduring--yet in all this time, we speak what we do know, and testify of that which we have seen. He was never heard to utter a word of complaint, or murmur at his Lord, but on the contrary praised him daily and his prayers were constant. Oh Lord let Thy will, and not mine be done! He would sometimes say, if it was the Lord's will, to take him unto Himself, that he would much prefer it, but always with the proviso if it was the Lord's will. He said he was willing to suffer what was laid upon him, and would exclaim, as I have often heard him do, while by his bedside, "Oh Lord, though thou slayest me, yet in thee will I trust. " We love all this with a resignation, forbearance and christian submission, seldom equalled, and never surpassed in this, our day. He had the christian fortitude to submit to two dangerous and difficult, operations, in his old age, the first in his sixty-sixth and the second in his sixty-seventh year, both operations of Lithotomy: few men of his age would have submitted to two, the last of which was the most severe, or as much so as any recorded. He entirely recovered from both, though in the last, for two weeks death grappled sorely with him in vain. The same endurance, resignation, strong faith, that he was the Lord's and that he recognized his hand in all of his dealing with him, was ever present and sustained him in all his sufferings and afflictions. And when he was attacked for the last time, the same trust and faith in his adorable Redeemer, was with him as a present help and support, and he often uttered his praise still. Although in his last moments he was not all the time in his perfect mind, but when he was he praised his! God, and expressed a willingness to depart at his Lord's time. Thus, the reliance upon a supeintending Providence, which was one of the governing principles of his life, did not fail him in death, and if love unceasing for his Maker and a reference in almost all that he said and did to the will of God, may be considered as the indications of a spirit prepared for immortality, his friends may confidently indulge the belief, that in dying he has but exchanged the uncertain gratification of this world for the sure happiness of that to come. "Sure the last and Of this good man is peace. How calm his exit; Night-dews fall not more gently to the ground, Nor weary, worn-out winds expire so soft." About ten minutes to 10 o'clock on the 6th inst, he softly breathed his last and his soul made haste to wing its flight to his Redeemer's bosom. Brother Mitchell left many friends and neighbors to mourn their loss, and he left a happy family, a happy household---all adults, all Christians, all Baptists. A sweet, fond, amiable wife, and two sons and a young lady living with them. His house was a home for Ministers and a lovely one it was, too. All quiet, peacable and heavenly. We have spent much of our time there for the last three years, and we always felt better in breathing so pure and healthy atmosphere--we felt built up in our faith and delighted to be there, -- all so kind, good, easy and affable--everything in order and in place, and no jarring discord, but peace, peace! I have spoken only of his character as a Christian. Although Brother Mitchell's record as a Christian was so good, he always attended to every duty with punctuality, and every trust that was committed to his keeping, yet I will say, as a citizen, and gentleman of Bertie County, his qualities-were surpassed by no one, a man of the most strict veracity and honesty, and, in fact, these two leading traits characterized every act of his life. Honesty and truth were the most prominent of his good traits. He was moderate, temperate, prudent, disceet, careful, consistent, industious, punctual, amialble,kind and confiding, and, in short, he possessed every good attribute and virtue that should adorn a christian gentleman. He was a model farmer. Order, system, discipline, care and industry were his weapons to insure him always sure success. There was no man in the county that farmed with so much ease and comfort and made as much as our Brother. Order and peace and smoothness of getting along was inculcated and carried out. He did not speak often and not without careful consideration but when he did speak it was to purpose and meant something. He never indulged in levity on any occasion whatever, but always seemed serious and contemplative. With due regard for the opinions of others, he always thought for himself, and acted accordingly. His ideas were frequently original, he was a man of quick decision. He bequethed to his children a name and character as spotless, pure, and unsullied as the driven snow, and so free from any and every reproach, that even false accusation can not be brought against it. He had the power of instilling into all around him his own nature more or less. He brought up and has four adult children and they were trained up in the way they should go, and now they are old will not depart from it. His oldest son, Elder John Mitchell, known all over the State of N.C., and all a christian minister can be, lives with him. And if I were called upon to write an epitaph on his grave stone, I would deem it sufficient to his memory to write upon it-- - James S. Mitchell, the father of John Mitchell. He leaves behind him two other sons, both Christians and Baptists, both men of great personal worth, he has but one daughter the industrious and amiable consort of W. W. Mitchell, of Hertford county, she too is a good christian and a member of the Baptist Church. He has left them a legacy more pure and precious than gold, and more durable than brass. He trained his servants also to be honest industrious and all of the adults belong to the Baptist Church, notwithstanding he lived so near the Yankee lines during the war, but one, and he a small boy could be induced to leave him. They are all with him on his farm, but some very exceptions, working under his guidance and supervision and making a good living, and are not loitering about stealing and committing other depredations as many do. This is all owing to his training and his good and moral bearing before them and their confidence in his honesty and integrity that they had so long witnessed. He was a magistrate for many years in the county of Bertie, his decisions were always impartial and discreet. He was elected a member of the Legislature from Bertie county in 1842, and served the people acceptably. In his dress he was plain but neat and always cleanly; he was a man of good observation and judgment, his advice among his neighbors was always good, and a vacuum has been made by his death that can not be easily filled; his faults if any were few; he managed his affairs so well and so guided that he, never had any difficulty to encounter, hence quarreling, litigation and such like, he was a stranger to those things, he was always so careful, so particular, and had everything so well understood, there was no room for broils. His family and friends feel that his loss is a grievous one, but are perfectly satisfied he is at rest and enjoying now that rest that remains for the people of God. Farewell my dear brother, whose memory I shall ever cherish, and whose character I would desire to imitate. Farewll forever!-- A. J. ASKEW. ======================== USGENWEB NOTICE: In keeping with our policy of providing free information on the Internet, data may be freely used by non-commercial entities, as long as this message remains on all copied material. These electronic pages cannot be reproduced in any format for profit or other presentation. The submitter has given permission to the USGenWeb Archives to store the file permanently for FREE access. ==============