The Peculiarly sad news of the death of Thos. J. Swearingen, former Starke boy, has at last been confirmed, spreading sorrow and gloom among his many friends here and almost breaking the heart of his poor mother, Mrs. W.F. Edwards, wife of our estimable grocer. He died at Eatonton, Ga., April 12, 1892.
Thomas J. Swearingen was born August 9th, 1858. He received a good education and was a willing and enthusiastic scholar. After quitting school he kept himself always employed at some kind of work, using his brains as well as his muscles in his employers' behalf and was, therefore, well liked by them. He was a great reader, but mostly interested in books of travel and adventure; the desire to see the world grew at last too strong to resist and one day in April, 1886, he told his mother that he was going to make a "short trip" and would soon be back again. This trip proved a long one, but is now ended. He has reached the station by that darksome river where we all must stop, no matter what route we travel.
After leaving Starke he first went South, and was at one time a section foreman. He then went North and to the far Western States. Shortly before his death he came back to Florida and was employed as a steamboat engineer at Bowling Green. He had contracted some ailment of the nature of which physicians were in doubt, and went to Eatonton to place himself under the care of Dr. J.A. Knight. But physicians were in vain, Death, the Invincible, put the cold seal upon his brow. He now sleeps under the drooping boughs by Concord Church at the latter place.
Thomas Swearingen possessed qualities which made everybody love and esteem him. He was generous to a fault and had a very high sense of honor. His conversation was refined and his deportment and appearance those of a gentleman.
Since he left, his mother has had very few letters from him. His ever changing scenes of activity probably causing him to neglect this important duty. Let this be a warning to young men away from home. Your mother is the truest and most disinterested friend you will ever have; if you deprive her of your presence at least write to her often, it is little trouble and does her so much good. Life is so uncertain; she may die soon; do good while it is time.
Numerous letters to Mrs. Edwards, from late friends and employers of her son, speak in the highest terms of him and are a source of comfort to the poor bereaved mother. Yet while the new moon sheds her silver rays on the distant grave under the boughs, wakeful eyes will shed hot tears over the traveler who never returned.
The sympathy of our community goes out to the poor sorrowing mother. May the Lord give her strength!
"The only prayer now left me
Is, Lord, that Thou wouldst turn
Thy face to me in my sorrow,
For my child I deeply mourn."
-A Friend
The Bradford County Telegraph Starke, Florida
Friday June 3, 1892 page 3
Thomas J. Swearingen was born August 9th, 1858. He received a good education and was a willing and enthusiastic scholar. After quitting school he kept himself always employed at some kind of work, using his brains as well as his muscles in his employers' behalf and was, therefore, well liked by them. He was a great reader, but mostly interested in books of travel and adventure; the desire to see the world grew at last too strong to resist and one day in April, 1886, he told his mother that he was going to make a "short trip" and would soon be back again. This trip proved a long one, but is now ended. He has reached the station by that darksome river where we all must stop, no matter what route we travel.
After leaving Starke he first went South, and was at one time a section foreman. He then went North and to the far Western States. Shortly before his death he came back to Florida and was employed as a steamboat engineer at Bowling Green. He had contracted some ailment of the nature of which physicians were in doubt, and went to Eatonton to place himself under the care of Dr. J.A. Knight. But physicians were in vain, Death, the Invincible, put the cold seal upon his brow. He now sleeps under the drooping boughs by Concord Church at the latter place.
Thomas Swearingen possessed qualities which made everybody love and esteem him. He was generous to a fault and had a very high sense of honor. His conversation was refined and his deportment and appearance those of a gentleman.
Since he left, his mother has had very few letters from him. His ever changing scenes of activity probably causing him to neglect this important duty. Let this be a warning to young men away from home. Your mother is the truest and most disinterested friend you will ever have; if you deprive her of your presence at least write to her often, it is little trouble and does her so much good. Life is so uncertain; she may die soon; do good while it is time.
Numerous letters to Mrs. Edwards, from late friends and employers of her son, speak in the highest terms of him and are a source of comfort to the poor bereaved mother. Yet while the new moon sheds her silver rays on the distant grave under the boughs, wakeful eyes will shed hot tears over the traveler who never returned.
The sympathy of our community goes out to the poor sorrowing mother. May the Lord give her strength!
"The only prayer now left me
Is, Lord, that Thou wouldst turn
Thy face to me in my sorrow,
For my child I deeply mourn."
-A Friend
The Bradford County Telegraph Starke, Florida
Friday June 3, 1892 page 3
The Peculiarly sad news of the death of Thos. J. Swearingen, former Starke boy, has at last been confirmed, spreading sorrow and gloom among his many friends here and almost breaking the heart of his poor mother, Mrs. W.F. Edwards, wife of our estimable grocer. He died at Eatonton, Ga., April 12, 1892.
Thomas J. Swearingen was born August 9th, 1858. He received a good education and was a willing and enthusiastic scholar. After quitting school he kept himself always employed at some kind of work, using his brains as well as his muscles in his employers' behalf and was, therefore, well liked by them. He was a great reader, but mostly interested in books of travel and adventure; the desire to see the world grew at last too strong to resist and one day in April, 1886, he told his mother that he was going to make a "short trip" and would soon be back again. This trip proved a long one, but is now ended. He has reached the station by that darksome river where we all must stop, no matter what route we travel.
After leaving Starke he first went South, and was at one time a section foreman. He then went North and to the far Western States. Shortly before his death he came back to Florida and was employed as a steamboat engineer at Bowling Green. He had contracted some ailment of the nature of which physicians were in doubt, and went to Eatonton to place himself under the care of Dr. J.A. Knight. But physicians were in vain, Death, the Invincible, put the cold seal upon his brow. He now sleeps under the drooping boughs by Concord Church at the latter place.
Thomas Swearingen possessed qualities which made everybody love and esteem him. He was generous to a fault and had a very high sense of honor. His conversation was refined and his deportment and appearance those of a gentleman.
Since he left, his mother has had very few letters from him. His ever changing scenes of activity probably causing him to neglect this important duty. Let this be a warning to young men away from home. Your mother is the truest and most disinterested friend you will ever have; if you deprive her of your presence at least write to her often, it is little trouble and does her so much good. Life is so uncertain; she may die soon; do good while it is time.
Numerous letters to Mrs. Edwards, from late friends and employers of her son, speak in the highest terms of him and are a source of comfort to the poor bereaved mother. Yet while the new moon sheds her silver rays on the distant grave under the boughs, wakeful eyes will shed hot tears over the traveler who never returned.
The sympathy of our community goes out to the poor sorrowing mother. May the Lord give her strength!
"The only prayer now left me
Is, Lord, that Thou wouldst turn
Thy face to me in my sorrow,
For my child I deeply mourn."
-A Friend
The Bradford County Telegraph Starke, Florida
Friday June 3, 1892 page 3
Thomas J. Swearingen was born August 9th, 1858. He received a good education and was a willing and enthusiastic scholar. After quitting school he kept himself always employed at some kind of work, using his brains as well as his muscles in his employers' behalf and was, therefore, well liked by them. He was a great reader, but mostly interested in books of travel and adventure; the desire to see the world grew at last too strong to resist and one day in April, 1886, he told his mother that he was going to make a "short trip" and would soon be back again. This trip proved a long one, but is now ended. He has reached the station by that darksome river where we all must stop, no matter what route we travel.
After leaving Starke he first went South, and was at one time a section foreman. He then went North and to the far Western States. Shortly before his death he came back to Florida and was employed as a steamboat engineer at Bowling Green. He had contracted some ailment of the nature of which physicians were in doubt, and went to Eatonton to place himself under the care of Dr. J.A. Knight. But physicians were in vain, Death, the Invincible, put the cold seal upon his brow. He now sleeps under the drooping boughs by Concord Church at the latter place.
Thomas Swearingen possessed qualities which made everybody love and esteem him. He was generous to a fault and had a very high sense of honor. His conversation was refined and his deportment and appearance those of a gentleman.
Since he left, his mother has had very few letters from him. His ever changing scenes of activity probably causing him to neglect this important duty. Let this be a warning to young men away from home. Your mother is the truest and most disinterested friend you will ever have; if you deprive her of your presence at least write to her often, it is little trouble and does her so much good. Life is so uncertain; she may die soon; do good while it is time.
Numerous letters to Mrs. Edwards, from late friends and employers of her son, speak in the highest terms of him and are a source of comfort to the poor bereaved mother. Yet while the new moon sheds her silver rays on the distant grave under the boughs, wakeful eyes will shed hot tears over the traveler who never returned.
The sympathy of our community goes out to the poor sorrowing mother. May the Lord give her strength!
"The only prayer now left me
Is, Lord, that Thou wouldst turn
Thy face to me in my sorrow,
For my child I deeply mourn."
-A Friend
The Bradford County Telegraph Starke, Florida
Friday June 3, 1892 page 3
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