In Memory: Sad is the hour we stand around the dying bed of our loved ones. On the 18th of September, with the weeping family and other loved ones I stood around the dying bed of Uncle Perry Bozarth, of near Stones Chapel, and saw him breathe his last. When death had done its work we closed his sightless eyes, and while we pen these few lines in memory of Uncle Perry, as we always called him, he sleeps the silent sleep of death. He was born February 6, 1821, making him 76 years, seven months and nine days old when he died. He was first married to Eliza Brooks and to them was born 10 children, eight of whom are living, four boys and four girls. His second marriage was to Artie M. Duggins and to them was born four children, one is still living. His son James is a minister in the Presbyterian church, his youngest son is a minister in the old regular Baptist church. In early life he professed faith in Christ and joined the Baptist church and lived a Christian life, and was always ready to give a reason to the hope he had in Christ. He is the last one of the old set of Bozarths, his brother, Hig, dying two years ago and his brother, Isaiah, a few months since. They have crossed that dark river that we must be crossing some day and meet many loved ones on the banks of sweet deliverance where death can never go. O, what a sweet thought that God has prepared an eternal home for all who will love and obey him in this world. Uncle Perry was afflicted for many years and not able to do anything, but his afflictions are over and his release has come. He was a kind companion and a loving father; he leaves a wife and nine children and a host of friends to mourn for him. The bereaved family have our deepest sympathy and earnest prayers. W. G. Stone.