From Selma newspaper January 5, 1893
Maj. A. M. Fowlkes Dead
He dies suddenly early yesterday.
"Maj. Fowlkes is dead."
That was the sad exclamation on everyone's lips yesterday morning.
He aroused Mrs. Fowlkes about 4 o'clock and complained of suffering intensely. It was proposed to send for a doctor, but he exclaimed, "O, no, it will pass off directly." He raised up and and sat on the side of the bed a few moments, and fell back a corpse.
It is a short story, soon told. The heart refused to perform its functions longer, and the soul of one of Selma's purest, best men took its flight to the great beyond.
Maj. Fowlkes was one of Selma's most public spirited citizens. He was intimately associated with our material, social, moral and religious progress and when he died Selma and the state lost one of their best citizens.
It is sad for the living to have to part with their loved ones, but there is a glorious consolation in the thought that when the summons comes to be ready to answer. Maj. Fowlkes had lived a pure and noble live and when the reaper came he was ready to obey the command, "Come up higher."
The sunset of this good man's life was reached just at the dawn. The glorious orb of day was just beginning to light the eastern horizon as his noble spirit took its flight. The little birds were descending from their perch and a sleeping city was arousing from a night of repose. His spirit must have paused in midair above the city he loved so well and contemplated with something like pleasure the hand he took in bringing it up to its present condition.
He died, too, without having to go through the torture of a long and painful illness. Of course the shock to those who loved him so tenderly was very great, but there is something and inspiring in the thought of being taken suddenly from the cares sorrows and worry of this life and being transplanted into that other world where "there is no death."
For such a man as Maj. Fowlkes, death had no sting. His only regret would have been the severing social and family ties. But to those loved him in life there will be a glorious reunion hereafter.
In all the relations of life, as soldier and civilian, he performed his part well, and possessed as few men do, the love, confidence and esteem of his fellow associates.
No prouder epitaph could be written over any man's grave.
Maj. A. M. Fowlkes Dead
He dies suddenly early yesterday.
"Maj. Fowlkes is dead."
That was the sad exclamation on everyone's lips yesterday morning.
He aroused Mrs. Fowlkes about 4 o'clock and complained of suffering intensely. It was proposed to send for a doctor, but he exclaimed, "O, no, it will pass off directly." He raised up and and sat on the side of the bed a few moments, and fell back a corpse.
It is a short story, soon told. The heart refused to perform its functions longer, and the soul of one of Selma's purest, best men took its flight to the great beyond.
Maj. Fowlkes was one of Selma's most public spirited citizens. He was intimately associated with our material, social, moral and religious progress and when he died Selma and the state lost one of their best citizens.
It is sad for the living to have to part with their loved ones, but there is a glorious consolation in the thought that when the summons comes to be ready to answer. Maj. Fowlkes had lived a pure and noble live and when the reaper came he was ready to obey the command, "Come up higher."
The sunset of this good man's life was reached just at the dawn. The glorious orb of day was just beginning to light the eastern horizon as his noble spirit took its flight. The little birds were descending from their perch and a sleeping city was arousing from a night of repose. His spirit must have paused in midair above the city he loved so well and contemplated with something like pleasure the hand he took in bringing it up to its present condition.
He died, too, without having to go through the torture of a long and painful illness. Of course the shock to those who loved him so tenderly was very great, but there is something and inspiring in the thought of being taken suddenly from the cares sorrows and worry of this life and being transplanted into that other world where "there is no death."
For such a man as Maj. Fowlkes, death had no sting. His only regret would have been the severing social and family ties. But to those loved him in life there will be a glorious reunion hereafter.
In all the relations of life, as soldier and civilian, he performed his part well, and possessed as few men do, the love, confidence and esteem of his fellow associates.
No prouder epitaph could be written over any man's grave.
From Selma newspaper January 5, 1893
Maj. A. M. Fowlkes Dead
He dies suddenly early yesterday.
"Maj. Fowlkes is dead."
That was the sad exclamation on everyone's lips yesterday morning.
He aroused Mrs. Fowlkes about 4 o'clock and complained of suffering intensely. It was proposed to send for a doctor, but he exclaimed, "O, no, it will pass off directly." He raised up and and sat on the side of the bed a few moments, and fell back a corpse.
It is a short story, soon told. The heart refused to perform its functions longer, and the soul of one of Selma's purest, best men took its flight to the great beyond.
Maj. Fowlkes was one of Selma's most public spirited citizens. He was intimately associated with our material, social, moral and religious progress and when he died Selma and the state lost one of their best citizens.
It is sad for the living to have to part with their loved ones, but there is a glorious consolation in the thought that when the summons comes to be ready to answer. Maj. Fowlkes had lived a pure and noble live and when the reaper came he was ready to obey the command, "Come up higher."
The sunset of this good man's life was reached just at the dawn. The glorious orb of day was just beginning to light the eastern horizon as his noble spirit took its flight. The little birds were descending from their perch and a sleeping city was arousing from a night of repose. His spirit must have paused in midair above the city he loved so well and contemplated with something like pleasure the hand he took in bringing it up to its present condition.
He died, too, without having to go through the torture of a long and painful illness. Of course the shock to those who loved him so tenderly was very great, but there is something and inspiring in the thought of being taken suddenly from the cares sorrows and worry of this life and being transplanted into that other world where "there is no death."
For such a man as Maj. Fowlkes, death had no sting. His only regret would have been the severing social and family ties. But to those loved him in life there will be a glorious reunion hereafter.
In all the relations of life, as soldier and civilian, he performed his part well, and possessed as few men do, the love, confidence and esteem of his fellow associates.
No prouder epitaph could be written over any man's grave.
Maj. A. M. Fowlkes Dead
He dies suddenly early yesterday.
"Maj. Fowlkes is dead."
That was the sad exclamation on everyone's lips yesterday morning.
He aroused Mrs. Fowlkes about 4 o'clock and complained of suffering intensely. It was proposed to send for a doctor, but he exclaimed, "O, no, it will pass off directly." He raised up and and sat on the side of the bed a few moments, and fell back a corpse.
It is a short story, soon told. The heart refused to perform its functions longer, and the soul of one of Selma's purest, best men took its flight to the great beyond.
Maj. Fowlkes was one of Selma's most public spirited citizens. He was intimately associated with our material, social, moral and religious progress and when he died Selma and the state lost one of their best citizens.
It is sad for the living to have to part with their loved ones, but there is a glorious consolation in the thought that when the summons comes to be ready to answer. Maj. Fowlkes had lived a pure and noble live and when the reaper came he was ready to obey the command, "Come up higher."
The sunset of this good man's life was reached just at the dawn. The glorious orb of day was just beginning to light the eastern horizon as his noble spirit took its flight. The little birds were descending from their perch and a sleeping city was arousing from a night of repose. His spirit must have paused in midair above the city he loved so well and contemplated with something like pleasure the hand he took in bringing it up to its present condition.
He died, too, without having to go through the torture of a long and painful illness. Of course the shock to those who loved him so tenderly was very great, but there is something and inspiring in the thought of being taken suddenly from the cares sorrows and worry of this life and being transplanted into that other world where "there is no death."
For such a man as Maj. Fowlkes, death had no sting. His only regret would have been the severing social and family ties. But to those loved him in life there will be a glorious reunion hereafter.
In all the relations of life, as soldier and civilian, he performed his part well, and possessed as few men do, the love, confidence and esteem of his fellow associates.
No prouder epitaph could be written over any man's grave.
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