30 April 1821 MS – 13 May 1894 MS
Son of Jeremiah G. Smith & Joanna Dillon
Husband of Pernesia (Smith) Smith
My 4th great uncle
This obituary is colorful and interesting. However, I hesitate to include it in any serious research because I don to know where it originated. I found it tied to an Ancestry tree but the primary source is not explained. I have looked, unsuccessfully, on Newspapers.com for an obituary.
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Died at his residence May 13th, 1894, in Pike county, Mississippi. Was born April 30th, 1821. Age 73 years, 13 days. Bro. Smith joined Silver Creek church September 17th, 1837, and was dismissed by letter February 22nd, 1873, and assisted in the constitution of Bogue Chitto Church March 29th, 1873. He was a true, faithful, and consistent member of the Baptist church from the time he first joined until his death.
The writer being well acquainted with him, was married to Pernesa (Pernesia) Smith July 15th, 1841. Bro. Smith left three children, twenty grandchildren and nine great – grandchildren to mourn for him. He was the subject of many sore conflicts, and bereavements, while passing through time, he had two sons die in the late civil war, far away from a father’s or mother’s care to wipe away the cold clammy sweat from their brows or to smooth the pillows under their dying head! He enjoyed a flattering degree of wordly prosperity which was swept away by the late civil war and other casualties, yet amidst all these severe dispensations of providence through which he was called to pass, he never was heard to murmur or complain, but resignedly submitted to the beneficent rulings of providence.
His last illness was severe, but of short duration. He submitted to his suffering with the greatest of Christian fortitude.
He was a man of a happy spirit, always cheerful, earnest and honest in every pursuit of life. He was a dutiful husband and an affectionate father, a kind brother and faithful friend. He set before children an example of kindness of charity and purity; waited on the sick with untiring strength and patience, was universally loved by all who knew him. He lived as his calling demanded, his life accorded with his profession.
When the sun goes out in the darkness and the last star fades away from the Heavens, Gabriel from the throne of God come down and sound his trumpet to announce the great and dreadful catastrophe of nature, to which we are all hasting. His funeral services were ably conducted by Rev. Willis J. Fortenberry. He was followed to the grave by a large concourse of relatives and friends where he was buried in the following cemetery where with each passing breeze the pines wave a perpetual requiem over his prostrate form, that now sleeps its last long sleep beneath their boughs.