The following was provided by Mona Hura:
*****
The Lexington Advertiser; 22 Apr 1910, Fri; Page 6
Tribute to J. W. Burwell.
On the 6th day of April, 1910, when the cold blasts of winter had been transformed into gentle zephyrs of spring, and all nature was smiling under the glowing rays of a golden sun, the immortal spirit of James William Burwell, bade farewell to all earthly cares and took its flight toward Heaven.
Will Burwell was one of the grandest types of manhood that ever honored the proud name of Mississippi. He was a true and faithful friend, a kind and devoted husband, a most affectionate father and a citizen that was loved, honored and respected by every man, woman and child in his community. He was a leader in everything that was beneficial to his own and his people; and his greatest ambition was to add to the happiness of others. He was kind, gentle, patient and always looked at the bright side of life.
He never complained of too much rain, too much cold or too much beat, but accepted them all, as of Divine origin, and bowed in humble submission to the will of God. His life was an inspiration to all who knew him.
His death has cast a gloom over his home which time can never erase. For the past two years he had battled with the great reaper, and went down in defeat, after displaying a courage and fortitude which attracted the admiration of the God who made him. He deprived himself of the great pleasure and consolation of being with his loved ones for many months and visited more genial climes, hoping that the atmosphere would prove antagonistic to the disease, which in the darkness of night had invaded his sacred body; but the angel of death pursued him.
The great Ruler of the universe had watched his career for the past forty-three years, and saw within him such a pure, noble and unselfish heart, He was unwilling to see him suffer longer, and called him up to that peaceful haven where pain is never known.
All that was mortal was laid to rest, by kind and devoted friends, in the little village where he first saw the light; and is now peacefully sleeping, under a bed of roses kept green by the tears of the ones he loved so well.
We came from a land that is far, far away;
And brought with us trouble and sorrow;
We pause on the earth for only a day,
To prepare for the Home of Tomorrow.
The nights that we meet are the clouds on the road,
Which picture to us the great horror;
Of souls which sin has thrown overboard,
And robbed the sweet Home of Tomorrow.
The tears, are the sprays from the fountain of love,
The smiles, are the gems which we borrow;
The days, are the jewels which shine from above;
And lead to the Home of Tomorrow.
A FRIEND.
*****
[Other biographical information was provided by Bill Holder.]
*****
The Lexington Advertiser; 22 Apr 1910, Fri; Page 6
Tribute to J. W. Burwell.
On the 6th day of April, 1910, when the cold blasts of winter had been transformed into gentle zephyrs of spring, and all nature was smiling under the glowing rays of a golden sun, the immortal spirit of James William Burwell, bade farewell to all earthly cares and took its flight toward Heaven.
Will Burwell was one of the grandest types of manhood that ever honored the proud name of Mississippi. He was a true and faithful friend, a kind and devoted husband, a most affectionate father and a citizen that was loved, honored and respected by every man, woman and child in his community. He was a leader in everything that was beneficial to his own and his people; and his greatest ambition was to add to the happiness of others. He was kind, gentle, patient and always looked at the bright side of life.
He never complained of too much rain, too much cold or too much beat, but accepted them all, as of Divine origin, and bowed in humble submission to the will of God. His life was an inspiration to all who knew him.
His death has cast a gloom over his home which time can never erase. For the past two years he had battled with the great reaper, and went down in defeat, after displaying a courage and fortitude which attracted the admiration of the God who made him. He deprived himself of the great pleasure and consolation of being with his loved ones for many months and visited more genial climes, hoping that the atmosphere would prove antagonistic to the disease, which in the darkness of night had invaded his sacred body; but the angel of death pursued him.
The great Ruler of the universe had watched his career for the past forty-three years, and saw within him such a pure, noble and unselfish heart, He was unwilling to see him suffer longer, and called him up to that peaceful haven where pain is never known.
All that was mortal was laid to rest, by kind and devoted friends, in the little village where he first saw the light; and is now peacefully sleeping, under a bed of roses kept green by the tears of the ones he loved so well.
We came from a land that is far, far away;
And brought with us trouble and sorrow;
We pause on the earth for only a day,
To prepare for the Home of Tomorrow.
The nights that we meet are the clouds on the road,
Which picture to us the great horror;
Of souls which sin has thrown overboard,
And robbed the sweet Home of Tomorrow.
The tears, are the sprays from the fountain of love,
The smiles, are the gems which we borrow;
The days, are the jewels which shine from above;
And lead to the Home of Tomorrow.
A FRIEND.
*****
[Other biographical information was provided by Bill Holder.]
The following was provided by Mona Hura:
*****
The Lexington Advertiser; 22 Apr 1910, Fri; Page 6
Tribute to J. W. Burwell.
On the 6th day of April, 1910, when the cold blasts of winter had been transformed into gentle zephyrs of spring, and all nature was smiling under the glowing rays of a golden sun, the immortal spirit of James William Burwell, bade farewell to all earthly cares and took its flight toward Heaven.
Will Burwell was one of the grandest types of manhood that ever honored the proud name of Mississippi. He was a true and faithful friend, a kind and devoted husband, a most affectionate father and a citizen that was loved, honored and respected by every man, woman and child in his community. He was a leader in everything that was beneficial to his own and his people; and his greatest ambition was to add to the happiness of others. He was kind, gentle, patient and always looked at the bright side of life.
He never complained of too much rain, too much cold or too much beat, but accepted them all, as of Divine origin, and bowed in humble submission to the will of God. His life was an inspiration to all who knew him.
His death has cast a gloom over his home which time can never erase. For the past two years he had battled with the great reaper, and went down in defeat, after displaying a courage and fortitude which attracted the admiration of the God who made him. He deprived himself of the great pleasure and consolation of being with his loved ones for many months and visited more genial climes, hoping that the atmosphere would prove antagonistic to the disease, which in the darkness of night had invaded his sacred body; but the angel of death pursued him.
The great Ruler of the universe had watched his career for the past forty-three years, and saw within him such a pure, noble and unselfish heart, He was unwilling to see him suffer longer, and called him up to that peaceful haven where pain is never known.
All that was mortal was laid to rest, by kind and devoted friends, in the little village where he first saw the light; and is now peacefully sleeping, under a bed of roses kept green by the tears of the ones he loved so well.
We came from a land that is far, far away;
And brought with us trouble and sorrow;
We pause on the earth for only a day,
To prepare for the Home of Tomorrow.
The nights that we meet are the clouds on the road,
Which picture to us the great horror;
Of souls which sin has thrown overboard,
And robbed the sweet Home of Tomorrow.
The tears, are the sprays from the fountain of love,
The smiles, are the gems which we borrow;
The days, are the jewels which shine from above;
And lead to the Home of Tomorrow.
A FRIEND.
*****
[Other biographical information was provided by Bill Holder.]
*****
The Lexington Advertiser; 22 Apr 1910, Fri; Page 6
Tribute to J. W. Burwell.
On the 6th day of April, 1910, when the cold blasts of winter had been transformed into gentle zephyrs of spring, and all nature was smiling under the glowing rays of a golden sun, the immortal spirit of James William Burwell, bade farewell to all earthly cares and took its flight toward Heaven.
Will Burwell was one of the grandest types of manhood that ever honored the proud name of Mississippi. He was a true and faithful friend, a kind and devoted husband, a most affectionate father and a citizen that was loved, honored and respected by every man, woman and child in his community. He was a leader in everything that was beneficial to his own and his people; and his greatest ambition was to add to the happiness of others. He was kind, gentle, patient and always looked at the bright side of life.
He never complained of too much rain, too much cold or too much beat, but accepted them all, as of Divine origin, and bowed in humble submission to the will of God. His life was an inspiration to all who knew him.
His death has cast a gloom over his home which time can never erase. For the past two years he had battled with the great reaper, and went down in defeat, after displaying a courage and fortitude which attracted the admiration of the God who made him. He deprived himself of the great pleasure and consolation of being with his loved ones for many months and visited more genial climes, hoping that the atmosphere would prove antagonistic to the disease, which in the darkness of night had invaded his sacred body; but the angel of death pursued him.
The great Ruler of the universe had watched his career for the past forty-three years, and saw within him such a pure, noble and unselfish heart, He was unwilling to see him suffer longer, and called him up to that peaceful haven where pain is never known.
All that was mortal was laid to rest, by kind and devoted friends, in the little village where he first saw the light; and is now peacefully sleeping, under a bed of roses kept green by the tears of the ones he loved so well.
We came from a land that is far, far away;
And brought with us trouble and sorrow;
We pause on the earth for only a day,
To prepare for the Home of Tomorrow.
The nights that we meet are the clouds on the road,
Which picture to us the great horror;
Of souls which sin has thrown overboard,
And robbed the sweet Home of Tomorrow.
The tears, are the sprays from the fountain of love,
The smiles, are the gems which we borrow;
The days, are the jewels which shine from above;
And lead to the Home of Tomorrow.
A FRIEND.
*****
[Other biographical information was provided by Bill Holder.]
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