South Carolina Baptist Deaths and Marriages, 1866-87, issue of April 3, 1868
Obituary of Col. James Foster Wyatt
Col. James Foster Wyatt breathed his last on the 10th inst., at 10 o'clock and 45 minutes a.m. For nine weeks he had been painfully and unceasingly afflicted, during which time he had the constant attention of two practical physicians, as well as the unwearying viligance of a devoted family, joined with the unceasing attention of kind neighbors, but all in vain. He is gone. On Wednesday, 11th, his remains were carried into Pisgah Church where he held membership and at 3 o'clock p.m. a funeral sermon was delivered by Rev. T. R. Gary, from the text: "If a man die shall he live again:, Job 14:14. The sermon was earnest and appropriate and listened to by a large congregation of weeping relatives, friends and neighbors and if sectarian prejudice exists, it seemed to have been left behind on the occasion for Baptists, Methodists, and Presbyterians all seemed by their deportment to say "we have lost a brother." The religious services were concluded by a few words of exhortation and kind cheer to the bereaved family, by Rev. J. M. Pickens and prayer by Rev. F. G. Carpenter and then the corpse was consigned to the grave in the burying ground near by, there to rest until the last, loud trumpet shall announce that time shall be no longer. Thus passed away one of Carolina's noblest sons, in his 67th year. He was born May 1, 1801. Married early in life and commenced a career of usefulness which terminated only with his life. In politics he was an appreciative voter, in the military he delighted and early commenced a volunteer career, working up through the various grades of promotion until he honored the old 4th Regiment by being its Colonel. Afterwards, when he had become too aged to endure the hardships of active field duty, he took the Colonelcy of the 42nd Regiment, while younger patriots went forth to battle for the sunny South. This position he held until our militia system became extinct. But the best remains to be told. He was not only a patriot and a gentleman, but a Christian, for "The tree shall be known by its fruit." The hungry went not from his door empty; the sick found him at their bedside; those in grief had his sympathy; they who were at variance found in him a peace-maker. But the Judgement Day will open the book and there the fruit will be seen. He pondered well before he acted; for though strictly moral, he never joined the Christian Church until 1860, when he united with the Baptist Church at Pisgah, where he was a zealous and attentive member and an officer in the church to the time of his decease. Fully conscious of his approaching dissolution, he set his house in order. Not only did he bear his affliction with Christian fortitude but looked forward to the future welfare of his bosom companion and those over whom God had given him charge and having finished his course, he folded his hands over his heart and passed away without a struggle. A community feels sensibly the loss; but if our loss be his eternal gain, then let us dry up our tears and pray that we, too, may die the death of the Christian. Brother of Redmond Grigsby Wyatt, son of Elijah Wyatt and Mary Grigsby Foster Wyatt. Dec. 11, 1867.
Obituary of Col. James Foster Wyatt
Col. James Foster Wyatt breathed his last on the 10th inst., at 10 o'clock and 45 minutes a.m. For nine weeks he had been painfully and unceasingly afflicted, during which time he had the constant attention of two practical physicians, as well as the unwearying viligance of a devoted family, joined with the unceasing attention of kind neighbors, but all in vain. He is gone. On Wednesday, 11th, his remains were carried into Pisgah Church where he held membership and at 3 o'clock p.m. a funeral sermon was delivered by Rev. T. R. Gary, from the text: "If a man die shall he live again:, Job 14:14. The sermon was earnest and appropriate and listened to by a large congregation of weeping relatives, friends and neighbors and if sectarian prejudice exists, it seemed to have been left behind on the occasion for Baptists, Methodists, and Presbyterians all seemed by their deportment to say "we have lost a brother." The religious services were concluded by a few words of exhortation and kind cheer to the bereaved family, by Rev. J. M. Pickens and prayer by Rev. F. G. Carpenter and then the corpse was consigned to the grave in the burying ground near by, there to rest until the last, loud trumpet shall announce that time shall be no longer. Thus passed away one of Carolina's noblest sons, in his 67th year. He was born May 1, 1801. Married early in life and commenced a career of usefulness which terminated only with his life. In politics he was an appreciative voter, in the military he delighted and early commenced a volunteer career, working up through the various grades of promotion until he honored the old 4th Regiment by being its Colonel. Afterwards, when he had become too aged to endure the hardships of active field duty, he took the Colonelcy of the 42nd Regiment, while younger patriots went forth to battle for the sunny South. This position he held until our militia system became extinct. But the best remains to be told. He was not only a patriot and a gentleman, but a Christian, for "The tree shall be known by its fruit." The hungry went not from his door empty; the sick found him at their bedside; those in grief had his sympathy; they who were at variance found in him a peace-maker. But the Judgement Day will open the book and there the fruit will be seen. He pondered well before he acted; for though strictly moral, he never joined the Christian Church until 1860, when he united with the Baptist Church at Pisgah, where he was a zealous and attentive member and an officer in the church to the time of his decease. Fully conscious of his approaching dissolution, he set his house in order. Not only did he bear his affliction with Christian fortitude but looked forward to the future welfare of his bosom companion and those over whom God had given him charge and having finished his course, he folded his hands over his heart and passed away without a struggle. A community feels sensibly the loss; but if our loss be his eternal gain, then let us dry up our tears and pray that we, too, may die the death of the Christian. Brother of Redmond Grigsby Wyatt, son of Elijah Wyatt and Mary Grigsby Foster Wyatt. Dec. 11, 1867.
South Carolina Baptist Deaths and Marriages, 1866-87, issue of April 3, 1868
Obituary of Col. James Foster Wyatt
Col. James Foster Wyatt breathed his last on the 10th inst., at 10 o'clock and 45 minutes a.m. For nine weeks he had been painfully and unceasingly afflicted, during which time he had the constant attention of two practical physicians, as well as the unwearying viligance of a devoted family, joined with the unceasing attention of kind neighbors, but all in vain. He is gone. On Wednesday, 11th, his remains were carried into Pisgah Church where he held membership and at 3 o'clock p.m. a funeral sermon was delivered by Rev. T. R. Gary, from the text: "If a man die shall he live again:, Job 14:14. The sermon was earnest and appropriate and listened to by a large congregation of weeping relatives, friends and neighbors and if sectarian prejudice exists, it seemed to have been left behind on the occasion for Baptists, Methodists, and Presbyterians all seemed by their deportment to say "we have lost a brother." The religious services were concluded by a few words of exhortation and kind cheer to the bereaved family, by Rev. J. M. Pickens and prayer by Rev. F. G. Carpenter and then the corpse was consigned to the grave in the burying ground near by, there to rest until the last, loud trumpet shall announce that time shall be no longer. Thus passed away one of Carolina's noblest sons, in his 67th year. He was born May 1, 1801. Married early in life and commenced a career of usefulness which terminated only with his life. In politics he was an appreciative voter, in the military he delighted and early commenced a volunteer career, working up through the various grades of promotion until he honored the old 4th Regiment by being its Colonel. Afterwards, when he had become too aged to endure the hardships of active field duty, he took the Colonelcy of the 42nd Regiment, while younger patriots went forth to battle for the sunny South. This position he held until our militia system became extinct. But the best remains to be told. He was not only a patriot and a gentleman, but a Christian, for "The tree shall be known by its fruit." The hungry went not from his door empty; the sick found him at their bedside; those in grief had his sympathy; they who were at variance found in him a peace-maker. But the Judgement Day will open the book and there the fruit will be seen. He pondered well before he acted; for though strictly moral, he never joined the Christian Church until 1860, when he united with the Baptist Church at Pisgah, where he was a zealous and attentive member and an officer in the church to the time of his decease. Fully conscious of his approaching dissolution, he set his house in order. Not only did he bear his affliction with Christian fortitude but looked forward to the future welfare of his bosom companion and those over whom God had given him charge and having finished his course, he folded his hands over his heart and passed away without a struggle. A community feels sensibly the loss; but if our loss be his eternal gain, then let us dry up our tears and pray that we, too, may die the death of the Christian. Brother of Redmond Grigsby Wyatt, son of Elijah Wyatt and Mary Grigsby Foster Wyatt. Dec. 11, 1867.
Obituary of Col. James Foster Wyatt
Col. James Foster Wyatt breathed his last on the 10th inst., at 10 o'clock and 45 minutes a.m. For nine weeks he had been painfully and unceasingly afflicted, during which time he had the constant attention of two practical physicians, as well as the unwearying viligance of a devoted family, joined with the unceasing attention of kind neighbors, but all in vain. He is gone. On Wednesday, 11th, his remains were carried into Pisgah Church where he held membership and at 3 o'clock p.m. a funeral sermon was delivered by Rev. T. R. Gary, from the text: "If a man die shall he live again:, Job 14:14. The sermon was earnest and appropriate and listened to by a large congregation of weeping relatives, friends and neighbors and if sectarian prejudice exists, it seemed to have been left behind on the occasion for Baptists, Methodists, and Presbyterians all seemed by their deportment to say "we have lost a brother." The religious services were concluded by a few words of exhortation and kind cheer to the bereaved family, by Rev. J. M. Pickens and prayer by Rev. F. G. Carpenter and then the corpse was consigned to the grave in the burying ground near by, there to rest until the last, loud trumpet shall announce that time shall be no longer. Thus passed away one of Carolina's noblest sons, in his 67th year. He was born May 1, 1801. Married early in life and commenced a career of usefulness which terminated only with his life. In politics he was an appreciative voter, in the military he delighted and early commenced a volunteer career, working up through the various grades of promotion until he honored the old 4th Regiment by being its Colonel. Afterwards, when he had become too aged to endure the hardships of active field duty, he took the Colonelcy of the 42nd Regiment, while younger patriots went forth to battle for the sunny South. This position he held until our militia system became extinct. But the best remains to be told. He was not only a patriot and a gentleman, but a Christian, for "The tree shall be known by its fruit." The hungry went not from his door empty; the sick found him at their bedside; those in grief had his sympathy; they who were at variance found in him a peace-maker. But the Judgement Day will open the book and there the fruit will be seen. He pondered well before he acted; for though strictly moral, he never joined the Christian Church until 1860, when he united with the Baptist Church at Pisgah, where he was a zealous and attentive member and an officer in the church to the time of his decease. Fully conscious of his approaching dissolution, he set his house in order. Not only did he bear his affliction with Christian fortitude but looked forward to the future welfare of his bosom companion and those over whom God had given him charge and having finished his course, he folded his hands over his heart and passed away without a struggle. A community feels sensibly the loss; but if our loss be his eternal gain, then let us dry up our tears and pray that we, too, may die the death of the Christian. Brother of Redmond Grigsby Wyatt, son of Elijah Wyatt and Mary Grigsby Foster Wyatt. Dec. 11, 1867.
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