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September, 1907. 
 
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 illflORE than a year ago I was requested by Mrs. J. D. Moore 
 '^ to prepare in printed form as complete a collection as pos- 
 
 sible of the obituary matter which was variously published upon 
 the death of her lamented husband. These biographical sketches, 
 tributes of respect, and eulogies of his life and character she 
 wished to gather in a single collection that could be preserved by 
 friends as a memorial and by her children as a precious keepsake. 
 Some, but very naturally not all, of these notices had been caught 
 as they appeared, and were laid away by members of the family. 
 The gathering of the many still scattered tributes, the collection 
 of new material, the preparation and arrangement of all the matter 
 and the illustrations, and the supervision of the printing involved 
 no small draft upon time and energies already well taken up by 
 other duties. Hence I hesitated to commit myself to the task of 
 compilation — hesitated, not because I wished to escape perform- 
 ing a labor of love in memory of one of the best and closest 
 friends I ever had, but because I was mindful that so many things 
 constantly arise to prevent a busy newspaper man from keeping 
 a promise of this kind after he has made it. Time has verified 
 the accuracy of my reasoning and justified the reluctance w4th 
 which I accepted the trust. 
 
 At such spare times as I could command I have collected the 
 printed material, the special articles, and the illustrations, and 
 have woven them together in this commemorative volume. Of 
 the illustrations it should be said that several of them were chosen 
 because of their almost inseparable association with memories of 
 Mr. Moore, among this number being Globe Academy, South 
 Fork Institute, the Modena Cotton Mills, and the Baptist churches 
 shown. For the use of the two illustrations of the 26th North 
 Carolina Regiment the compiler is indebted to the courtesy of 
 Hon. Walter Clark, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of North 
 Carolina, who edited the Regimental Histories from which they 
 were taken. It is due also that acknowledgment be made of the 
 kindly interest and assistance of Rev. Hight C. Moore, without 
 
6 PREFATORY NOTE. 
 
 which so much would have been lacking to make this memorial 
 what it should be. 
 
 It has been two years to-day since Mr. Moore died, and I am 
 just finding my work completed. I wish it were done better; but 
 here it is — a labor of love, however imperfect it be in expression. 
 
 THE COMPILER. 
 
 Raleigh, North Carolina, 
 August 6, 1907. 
 
Contents;, 
 
 CHAPTEK. PAGE. 
 
 I. The Old Home 9 
 
 II. A Soldier of the South 14 
 
 III. A Soldier of the Cross 21 
 
 IV. The Husband's Help-Meet 28 
 
 V. The Sudden Summons 30 
 
 VI. Under a Coverlet of Roses 32 
 
 VII. Three Favorite Hymns 34 
 
 VIII. Tears and Flowers 37 
 
 IX. A Character Great in Grateful Service 44 
 
 X. The Big Poplar: A Giant of the Woodland 47 
 
 XI. The Crossing ^ 52 
 
 XII. A Sun-Crowned Life 56 
 
TLiiit of Sllusitrattons;. 
 
 FACING PAGE 
 
 J. D. Moore and Autograph 1 
 
 The Old Home in Globe 8 
 
 The Old Home— South End 9 
 
 As You Look Southward from the Old Home 10 
 
 Globe Academy — Blue Ridge in the Distance 11 
 
 The Ford and Foot-Bridge 14 
 
 A Soldier at 15 — Officers and Privates 26th Regiment 16 
 
 Officers 26th Regiment 18 
 
 South Fork Institute 25 
 
 Martha J. Moore and Autograph 28 
 
 The Moore Home in Gastonia 30 
 
 First Baptist Church of Gastonia 32 
 
 Original Gastonia Baptist Church 33 
 
 Modena Mill, No. 1 38 
 
 Modena Mill, No. 2 39 
 
 Asleep 60 
 
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CHAPTER I. 
 
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 " The heart loves to associate Itself with some spot ancestral and dear, 
 and call it home." 
 
 3^ IS childhood home in a skyland valley — enter, if you will, its 
 ^ open door in the train of welcome guests ; rest a while by 
 the cordial hearth, and catch some of the beams it threw into the 
 life that is ended here. 
 
 It is a plain, two-story country mansion, painted in white and 
 green, with high chimneys, long porch, comfortable rooms, and 
 generous premises. You look outward through an attractive 
 avenue of elderly cedars, brought hither long ago from Charlotte 
 and Columbia, when those were the nearest markets. Just outside 
 the front gate lies the highway pounded by many a mountain hoof 
 and wheel. Directly beyond roll the crystal waters of the Estes 
 prong of John's River, hurrying downward from the cool heights 
 and nooks of the Blue Ridge. Almost from the river's rim the 
 intercepting hillocks rise eastward to greet the morning sun. To 
 the rear, the woodland slopes upward from yard and garden, and 
 joining it there is a beautiful green knoll curving over to the 
 water-mill on the Gragg prong of the river, commanding a view 
 down the valley, shaded by occasional oaks, grazed by many gen- 
 erations of sheep and kine, and crowned by the sacred enclosure 
 of the family graveyard. Up the valley a few rods the enclosing 
 mountains break off into the river, and down-stream the valley 
 opens out beautifully into field after field as a flower unfolds its 
 petals. And overtowering these and myriads of other valleys and 
 foot-hills rises the majestic Grandfather, his great blue sides bony 
 with ridge and rock, his granite crest uprearing toward the stars. 
 
 A beautiful spot ; and here, of parents worthy of any son, with 
 blood as pure and vigorous as ever ran in any vein, into a family 
 of brothers and sisters united in perpetual devotion, on a January 
 
lo IN MBMORIAM 
 
 day in 1846, was born James Daniel Moore, the best all-round 
 product of Globe Valley since its first clearing by the original 
 Jesse Moore a century and a half ago. 
 
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 Narrow was the little world about him, but it was broad enough 
 for the foundations of a noble life. Son of a farmer, he was 
 taught the secrets and arts of the soil : following the plow, swing- 
 ing the scythe, herding the stock, clearing the ''new ground," har- 
 rowing in wheat, gathering the crops, and the thousand duties of 
 the busy farm. But there was the relaxation of sport, such as 
 swimming in the mill-pond or some "deep hole" in the river; 
 blackberrying on field-margins or huckleberrying on woodland 
 ridges; wrestling, pitching quoits, playing "base," lifting heavy 
 weights, and other old-time school-boy games ; fishing for eel and 
 catfish, perch and "suckers" and speckled trout; hunting for quail 
 and squirrel, fox and wildcat, deer and bear. The score of fam- 
 ilies in his immediate community were of the purest Anglo-Saxon 
 stock in America, and Elizabethan words were yet upon their 
 lips. His school advantages were not extensive but fundamental, 
 and he never forgot his debt to such early schoolmasters as 
 Charlie Dickson and William Farthing. Of course the influence 
 of the church was primal in his unfolding life ; thither his young 
 feet were directed and the voices of Elders Craig and Harrison 
 and Moody lingered with him as sweet memories throughout the 
 years. And thus it was that in a lovely valley, whose fields were 
 rich with grain and fruit and whose enclosing hills were untor- 
 tured as yet by lumberman or forest fire, he toughened his sinews 
 till they became strings of steel, lifted his eyes skyward in yearn- 
 ing aspiration, enriched his life with the flavor of Nature at her 
 fairest and best, and broadened his horizon from many a peak of 
 blue, though Pack Hill or Rough Ridge were in the way. Such, 
 and much more, was the bed-rock upon which the structure of his 
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 elder Southrons, "]\mm\t'' Moore, of Globe, went to the front, 
 the youngest soldier in the Confederate Army.* He faltered not 
 in camp or field, and at bloody Gettysburg he figured in a world's 
 record and fell twice wounded there. Home on a furlough, he 
 raised his musket in the defence of loved ones against a band of 
 prowling ''Bushwhackers," who, professing sympathy with the 
 Union, were only bent on private plunder. Back then to the army 
 once more, now as a cavalryman, till peace was declared; and in 
 all the army there was no truer, braver soldier that laid down 
 arms than the soldier-lad from the valley of Globe. 
 
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 Out into the wide world his lot has now been cast, and so the 
 old home becomes henceforth a Mecca for pilgrim feet. From 
 out the West after the war he returned to the home acres and 
 opened a school at the forks of the river, where he had himself 
 received his first lessons. Later he began merchandising in the 
 same vicinity, and there discovered the hidings of his power as a 
 prince in business. Then to Dallas, in the rolling down-country, 
 where he won the companion of his life, associate and inspirer of 
 his labors, and mother of his children. Thence to Gastonia, where 
 the wider and larger and richer life was lived as merchant, cotton 
 expert, manufacturer, citizen, and man. But all through the years 
 he lifted up his eyes to the hills and ever and anon came back with 
 words of sympathy, deeds of stimulus, and dollars of aid. Again 
 and again the valley sanctuary near the old home felt his thrill in 
 Sunday school class and church service and social touch. Into 
 the Globe Academy during its earliest and balmiest days went his 
 money and his children under such instructors as Patton and 
 Spainhour and Alarshall. Hither his loved ones were brought 
 summer after summer to revel in mountain breezes, to mingle with 
 relatives, and to enjoy the scenes of his boyhood. And, as he him- 
 self lingered for momentary relaxation from the tense strain of 
 multiform activities, how welcome to many a lad and lass were 
 his words of interest and counsel as opportunity offered, whether 
 
 * Said to have been the youngest soldier who served through the four 
 years of the war. See next chapter. 
 
12 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 at the store, or along the road, or at the school house, or in the 
 home. And his conversation with the companions of his early- 
 years — how rich with reminiscence, spicy with anecdote, inform- 
 ing, reverent, helpful. Widely known and loved as widely, he 
 forsook not the way to his natal mountain nook but came with 
 blended honor and humility, and those among whom he grew gave 
 him richly love for love. 
 
 For he was a manly man. In himself most happily he united 
 the sparkle and dash of bounding youth, the poise and tensity of 
 manhood under strain, the fulness and ripeness of age serene. The 
 smoothness, the alacrity, the constancy, and the effectiveness of 
 his efforts were little short of a marvel. He knew where and 
 how to strike to produce results ; and he struck fast and hard until 
 the work was done. But, though the page of life was full of daily 
 strenuous toil, there was always margin for beneficent deeds. An 
 open hand to the poor, help for the young man starting in busi- 
 ness, encouragement for those under reverses, personal visits in 
 the homes of the sick and the afflicted, unheralded checks to aid 
 sacrificing teachers and struggling students, public-spirited pro- 
 motion of municipal enterprise, letters of friendship and sympathy 
 to far-away missionaries : these and the like were thick all through 
 his career. Into his religious life he brought his business energy, 
 sense, and acumen, and without ambition became prominent in his 
 church and denomination as wise counsellor, liberal supporter, and 
 tireless worker. Genial in business and social circles he was sun- 
 nier and happier nowhere than by his own hospitable hearth, 
 where never the shadow of bereavement fell till the crape was 
 hung for him. 
 
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 That Sunday morning, when Gastonia's worshipping crowds 
 were assembled, the gates on high were open flung and he was 
 w^afted thither. Eyes are still wet now that he is gone ; wet with 
 natural grief and not because of his heavenly coronation. And 
 
JAMBS DANIEL MOORB. 13 
 
 here at his old home: never again the familiar voice or footfall; 
 nevermore these cedars shelter his form ; never the fountain slake 
 his thirst or native breezes cool his brow ; nevermore ! 
 
 But the home here and the home he made are types of the Home 
 Eternal, and there, as he prayed, may loved ones gone and loved 
 ones coming gather with him forever around the Great White 
 
 Throne! Hight C. Moor^. 
 
 Globe, North Caeolina, 
 July 31, 1906. 
 
14 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 a ^olbier of tfje ^outlj. 
 
 "The trumpets sound, the banners fly, 
 The glittering spears are ranked ready; 
 The shouts o' war are heard afar, 
 The battle closes deep and bloody." 
 
 IJN THE mountains of Caldwell County, about seventy miles 
 northwest of Gastonia nestles a peaceful valley. High 
 mountains stand guard on every side, and through the fertile acres 
 John's River winds its way in graceful curves. In some places 
 its clear waters go plashing along over the shoals of small round 
 rocks which it has heaped together in one of its passionate moods, 
 while at other points, in curved and shady nooks, its deep, sweet 
 pools, moving so gently, afford fine swimming for the fishes and 
 the boys. Through the gap which allows the river to escape, men 
 pass into and out of this lovely valley. Smaller streams feed the 
 river from their birthplaces in the remote recesses of the surround- 
 ing mountains, and so numerous are they that, climb or roam the 
 mountains which way he will, one can scarcely lose himself from 
 the music of their ever-singing rills. On the cool sides of the 
 cliffs the gentle arbutus blooms under the belated snows, and the 
 sweet wild violets, some purple and some golden, open their hearts 
 to the sunlight in season. As a fringe along the streams and like 
 fountains of bloom on the cliffside, the mountain laurel pours out 
 its soul in colorful flowers. 
 
 There are homes, happy homes, in this delightful valley, which 
 has been called the Globe. About every home is the farm of 
 thrifty acres, corn and waving grain, the sugar cane, and the 
 shady orchard of apple trees. A delightsome land! And with 
 just merit has it found a permanent place in the State's literature 
 in the recent "Home Acre Sketches," written by one who grew 
 to manhood among the scenes his gifted pen has so faithfully 
 portrayed. 
 
 One of these homes stood back from the river in the upper part 
 of the valley. Through its broad front yard a walkway, which 
 
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 led from the gate to the hospitable doorstep, was overarched by 
 the arms of tall cedars. It was the home of Air. and Mrs. Carroll 
 Moore, to whom on the 5th of January, 1846, was born a little 
 baby boy. They gave to him the name of James Daniel. And 
 they called him Jimmie. Amid the scenes already described he 
 grew into boyhood and was ready to enter young manhood. 
 
 In the days of his boyhood there came to this peaceful valley 
 the rumors of war. The old men talked about it and shook their 
 heads ; the young men listened eagerly and seldom left a conversa- 
 tion of their elders wherein war was the topic. The causes of the 
 war we need not here discuss. In a beautiful story called Bethany, 
 written by Tom Watson, one who cares to may be well entertained 
 by reading about home scenes in the South in those troublous 
 days. But the war came. With volcanic fury it burst upon the 
 land in the early days of 1861. From her hills and plains and 
 valleys, cities, farms and schools the sons of the South, thrilled 
 by the call of battle, flocked to the fields of glory and of death in 
 defense of the homes and hearthstones they loved so well. 
 
 Among them was Jimmie jNIoore, from Globe. He was then 
 fifteen years old — bearing the form and features of a lad, but 
 having the heart and bravery of a man. He was full of life, buoy- 
 ant, happy, with all the frankness of a boy's nature, and with a 
 boy's love of adventure. He was popular with his comrades, be- 
 loved by his officers. 
 
 A complete account of his army life can not now be written, 
 for he is gone ; but from the records which exist it appears undis- 
 puted that he was the youngest soldier in the Confederate Army 
 to serve through the entire war. This claim was widely circu- 
 lated by leading newspapers in the South since the close of the 
 war and was never successfully contradicted. Young Moore en- 
 listed in May, 1861, in the company of Capt. N. P. Rankin, along 
 with many companions from Caldwell County. This company 
 afterwards became Company F., of the Twenty-Sixth North 
 Carolina Regiment, which was commanded by Col. Z. B. Vance. 
 
 With the exception of the battle of New Bern, he was with the 
 regiment in all its various engagements until that red carnival 
 of carnage, the Battle of Gettysburg, which began July i, 1863. 
 
i6 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 Into this battle the Twenty- Sixth Regiment entered with 850 
 men ; on the third day it reported for duty only 230. Six hundred 
 and twenty of its gallant soldiers were dead or bleeding on the 
 field of battle. 
 
 Among the wounded was James D. Moore. His company, 
 commanded then by Captain R. M. Tuttle, swept into the first 
 day's fight with three officers and 88 enlisted men. Every one of 
 these were either killed or wounded that day, with one exception, 
 Sergeant Robert Hudspeth alone was unharmed. The subject 
 of this sketch was the 85th man of his company to be shot down. 
 He was wounded in the leg and in the neck. The awful thirst 
 and the faintness of the wounded boy lying there in the open 
 field, under a July sun, growing fainter and fainter from loss of 
 blood, was but one of the thousand cruel incidents of cruel war. 
 But a kind Providence permitted his recovery. When sufficiently 
 recuperated from his wounds, he was allowed to return to his old 
 home on a furlough. But even while here he fell in with his 
 neighbors to fight off the "bushwhackers," northern sympathizers, 
 who prowled like wolves around those loyal valley homes, ready 
 whenever they could to rush in to kill and rob the unprotected. 
 
 Returning to his regiment in the spring of 1864, ^^ participated 
 in that terribly bloody series of encounters known as the battle of 
 the Wilderness. Finding himself unable to perform service in 
 the infantry on account of the stubborn wound received in his 
 leg at Gettysburg, he applied for a transfer to Company D. of the 
 First North Carolina Cavalry, which command he joined in Sep- 
 tember, 1864. A kinsman writes that "he came to the regiment 
 splendidly mounted on a beautiful dark mare, and from that time 
 till the close of the war was with the regiment in the various 
 cavalry battles and skirmishes in which it was engaged, including, 
 among others, Boisseau's farm. Gravelly Run, Wilson's farm, 
 Hampton's cattle raid, and Bellfield." With this troop of cavalry 
 he served as General Wade Hampton's courier until the close of 
 the war, doing his full part in the exploits by which Hampton's 
 cavalry won imperishable fame for Southern arms. 
 
 In the bold dash known as Hampton's cattle raid, which was 
 made upon General Grant's commissariat, 2,500 fine beef cattle 
 
TWENTY-SIXTH REGIMENT. 
 
 1. John Tuttle, Sergeant, Co. F. 
 
 2. Wm. N. Snelling:, 2d Lieut., Co. D. 
 
 3. L. L. Polk, Sergeant Major. 
 
 4. W. W. Edwards, Private, Co. E. 
 
 5. J. D. Moore. Private, Co. F. (The 85th 
 
 man in his Company wounded at 
 Gettysburg, July 1st, 1863.) 
 
 6. H. C. Coffey, Private, Co. F. (The 
 
 86th man in his Company wounded 
 at Gettysburg, July 1st, 1863.) 
 
 7. Laban Ellis, Private, Co. E. 
 
JAMES DANIEL MOORE. 17 
 
 were captured — a most welcome addition to the scanty commis- 
 sary of the hard-pressed Confederate Army. It may not be out 
 of place, as a matter of immediate local interest, to say that a horn 
 of one of these captured cattle is now in the keeping of the Presi- 
 dent of the Gastonia Chapter of the Daughters of the Confederacy, 
 the gift of a Confederate veteran, Mr. E. W. Carson. 
 
 One incident in the army life of the soldier boy from Globe 
 should not be omitted, namely, his conversion. He himself often 
 spoke of it in after years, dwelling upon it with gladness and tears. 
 It was while he was in the cavalry service, on a cold winter after- 
 noon in February, 1865, that the late B. M. Tuttle, then a man of 
 43, spoke to the young cavalryman of 19 concerning his salva- 
 tion. He thought of the constant danger to which his life was 
 exposed, and of how mercifully a watchful Providence had spared 
 his life so many times already, and was seized with deep convic- 
 tion. That night they occupied a school house. Waking from 
 sleep, the older cavalryman missed his younger comrade in the 
 quiet hours of the night, waited for his return, and then went out 
 to search for him. He found him in a fence corner groaning in 
 prayer, his face buried in his hands. *'Get up and come into the 
 house out of this cold night," implored the man. "No," said the 
 sobbing boy, "I have come here to stay until my sins are par- 
 doned." The good man knelt down by his side and prayed aloud 
 for the almost benumbed boy, until the midnight air was made 
 glad by the expressions of the forgiven penitent's unspeakable 
 joy. 
 
 After Appomattox the young soldier, yet lacking two of being 
 21 years old, returned to the old homestead under the cedars, and 
 began the life-work on the farm, at school, in business, home and 
 church, which in after years and amid other scenes he accom- 
 plished so well. 
 
 The preceding portion of this chapter was prepared for use at 
 the organization, in April, 1906, of the J. D. Moore Chapter of 
 the Children of the Confederacy in Gastonia, and was published 
 at the time in The Gastonia Gazette. Though at the risk of some 
 
i8 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 slight repetition, two or three additional paragraphs relating to 
 his army life, taken from the History of the North Carolina Regi- 
 ments, i86i-'65, will be here appended for the sake of complete- 
 ness, and because to many of his closer friends they will recall 
 the entertaining manner in which they have heard IMr. Moore 
 relate the incidents mentioned. It ought to be said, however, that 
 discussions about the war and reminiscences concerning his sol- 
 dier-life were not, as is so often the case wath other veterans, 
 themes of absorbing interest to Mr. Moore. He could be drawn 
 into these things by his friends when they seemed interested or 
 entertained by his narration of them; but seldom, if ever, even 
 when in a company of his old comrades, did he drift of his own 
 accord into reminiscences of the war. The story of his con- 
 version, which, upon a few occasions, he felt moved by his interest 
 in the unsaved to relate in religious meetings may furnish, per- 
 haps, a single exception to this statement. To him, unless there 
 was promise of accomplishing some good purpose by so doing, 
 the present was too precious and the future too important for him, 
 fond of fresh action as he was, to be living over again the already 
 completed past. 
 
 The paragraphs referred to will now be given, the first being 
 in Mr. Moore's own words as written out for the history of his 
 regiment. 
 
 UNPARALLELED LOSS OF COMPANY F 
 
 (From History of N. C. Regiments, 1861-65, Vol. V, pages 600-1.) 
 
 I was present at the battle of Gettysburg, a private in Captain E,. M. 
 Tuttle's company (F), Twenty-Sixth Regiment. In the first day's battle 
 we had 87 men for duty; we lost every man, either killed or wounded, 
 except one. Sergeant Robert Hudspeth. I was the 85th man shot, wounded 
 in the neck and left leg. Henry Coflfey (Sergeant), now living [1901] near 
 Lenoir, was the 86tli man shot. Our company joined the color company 
 on the left, and being at the head of the company, I joined the color guard 
 and was by the colors during the fight. The entire color guard was killed 
 or wounded, and a number of officers who picked up the colors and carried 
 them forward were also killed or wounded, among them the young and 
 gallant Bu^g^^7■n. Lieutenant-Colonel Lane was severely wounded toward 
 the close of the fight, near the top of the hill. He also had the colors when 
 
1. Zebulon B. Vance. Colonel. 
 
 2. Harry K. Burgwyn. Colonel. 
 
 3. John R. Lane, Colonel. 
 
 4. J. T. Jones, Lieut.-Colonel. 
 
 5. N. P. Rankin, Major. 
 
 6. Thomas J. Boykin, Surgeon. 
 
 7. J.J. Young, Captain and Asst. Q. M. 
 
 8. James B. Jordan, 1st Lieut, and Adjt. 
 
JAMBS DANIEL MOORB. 19 
 
 he was shot. Of the two left of my company, Henry Cofifey was wounded 
 just after I fell, leaving only Sergeant Robert Hudspeth surviving unhurt 
 out of our entire company. This Robert Hudspeth came to see me at the 
 field hospital on 4th July, and he informed me that he had gotten some 
 four or five men who were on detail as ambulance and pioneer corps on 
 the first day and were not in the fight on that day and took them into the 
 fight the third day. On that day Tom Cozart, of Company F, carried the 
 fla^; Cozart fell (killed) with the colors just before reaching the stone 
 fence, the others were killed or wounded, and that he (Hudspeth) was 
 knocked down by the bursting of a shell. 
 
 A RE^L^RKABLE COINCIDENCE. 
 
 (From History of N. C. Regiments, 1861-65, Vol. II, page 369.) 
 
 James D. Moore, private in Company F, was the 85th man of his com- 
 pany shot on the first day's fight. A ball passed through his leg. When 
 taken to the field hospital the surgeon said he had been fighting cavalry, 
 as the wound was made by a carbine, 44 calibre, and not by an Enfield 
 rifle, 56 calibre. After the v/ar Moore went to live in Indiana at a place 
 called Winnamac. He there met a man named Hayes, who was a member 
 of the Twenty-Fourth Michigan Regiment and in the battle of Gettysburg. 
 Hayes had lost his Enfield rifle on the forced march of the night before, 
 and as his regiment was going into action on the morning of 1 July, he 
 picked up a carbine dropped by one of Buford's cavalry, and used it during 
 the fight. It was the only carbine in the Twenty-Fourth Regiment, and 
 just before he retreated, when the colors of the regiment charging him 
 was fifteen or twenty paces distant, he fired in their direction. Moore at 
 the time was alongside the flag and received Hayes' shot. They became 
 good friends, and Hayes was of material assistance to Moore so long as 
 the latter lived in his town. 
 
 A W03kIAN RECRUIT. 
 
 (From History of N. C. Regiments, 1861-65, Vol. H, pages 330-1.) 
 While the Twenty-Sixth Regiment was in camp in and around Kinston, 
 after the battle of New Bern, many recruits joined the command. Among 
 them were two young men giving their names as L. M. and Samuel Blalock. 
 They enlisted in Captain Ballew's company (F), and were brought to the 
 regiment by private James D. Moore, of Company F. On the way from 
 their home in Caldwell County, to join the regiment, Moore was informed 
 in strict confidence by L. M. (Keith) Blalock, that Samuel was his young 
 wife, and that he would only enlist on condition that his wife be allowed 
 to enlist with him. This was agreed to by Moore, who was acting as re- 
 
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 cruiting officer, and Moore also promised not to divulge the secret. Sam 
 Blaloek is described as a good-looking boy, aged 16, weight about 130 
 pounds; height, five feet and four inches, dark hair; her husband (Keith), 
 was over six feet in height. Sam Blalock's disguise was never penetrated. 
 She drilled and did the duties of a soldier as any other member of the 
 company, and was very adept at learning the manual and drill. 
 
 In about two months her husband, who was suffering from hernia and 
 from poison sumac, was discharged, and Sam informed his captain and 
 Colonel Vance that he was a woman, whereupon she was discharged and 
 permitted to join her husband. 
 
 On returning home, Keith Blaloek and his wife, now known by her real 
 name, "Malinda," joined Kirk's command, an organized body of Union 
 troops, made up largely of deserters and bushwhackers, operating in the 
 western part of the State. 
 
 In the spring of 1864, while the said James D. Moore was at home at his 
 father's at a place called the Globe, recovering from the wound he had 
 received at Gettysburg, the house was attacked by Keith and Malinda 
 Blaloek and their gang, and Carroll Moore, his father, severely wounded. 
 Several of the marauders were wounded, and among them Malinda. Again 
 in the fall of 1864, Keith and his raiders attacked Mr. Carroll Moore's 
 house, and were again driven off. This time Keith was shot in the head, 
 and one eye put out. 
 
 After the war Keith attempted merchandising in Mitchell County, and 
 was a candidate for the Legislature on the Republican ticket, but was de- 
 feated, and about 1892 he and his wife went to Texas. They subsequently 
 returned to Xorth Carolina, and at this time (1901) are living in Mitchell 
 County. Malinda Blalock's maiden name was Pritchard, and her brother, 
 Riley Pritchard, was United States Commissioner in President Harrison's 
 administration. 
 
JAMBS DANIEL MOORE. 21 
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 ^ ^oltiter of tt)e Cros^si. 
 
 " 1 have loved to hear my Lord spoken of; and wherever I have seen the print of his 
 shoe in the earth, there I have coveted to set my foot too." 
 
 (Memorial sketch read by Hon. VV. A. Graham before the South Fork 
 Baptist Association at Dallas, N. C, October 27, 1905.) 
 
 QTAMES DANIEL MOORE, the son of Carroll and Sarah 
 ^ Moore, was born in Caldwell County January 5, 1846. He 
 spent his youth upon his father's farm until May, 1861, when he 
 volunteered as a private in Capt. R. M. Tuttle's company, which 
 was Company F, Twenty-Sixth Regiment North Carolina Troops 
 in the Confederate Army. This company was in the Battle of 
 Gettysburg July i, 1863. It won the distinction of incurring the 
 greatest loss in proportion to numbers engaged of any command 
 in recorded history; 87 men were carried into action, of whom 
 86 were killed or wounded, he being the 85th man to fall, wounded 
 in the neck and through the leg. Upon recovery he found that 
 the wound in his leg made marching on foot uncomfortable and 
 was transferred to Company D, First North Carolina Cavalry, 
 where he did faithful service until the surrender of General Lee. 
 
 Upon returning home from the army, he attended school at 
 Dallas, N. C, for one year. Here he met Martha, daughter of 
 John Lewis, a prominent citizen, who was for several years Clerk 
 of the Court of Gaston County, also Clerk of the Catawba River 
 Association i863-'64. They were married September 25, 1870. 
 The union was blessed with eight children, all of whom survive 
 him. 
 
 He located in Dallas and engaged in merchandising with his 
 brother-in-law, James R, Lewis, who still continues the business. 
 In 1883 he removed to Gastonia and continued this business. 
 Afterwards he became interested in the cotton mills and was in- 
 strumental in the erection and management of several at Gastonia, 
 also at Dallas, Lenoir and Hudson. 
 
22 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 He was a successful business man and his work so commended 
 him to capitalists that he could obtain the necessary support and 
 co-operation for any business of the kind that he undertook; 
 there was no man in his section who surpassed him in prospect 
 for usefulness in developments and investments of capital. 
 
 He did much to elevate the position of the cotton mill popula- 
 tion in the esteem of the public, and there is now not a more re- 
 spected class of citizens. He was public-spirited and always 
 ready to aid or lead in any undertaking to advance the welfare 
 of his community. 
 
 While active in politics he did not aspire to office, and only 
 accepted a position as one of the directors of the State Institution 
 for the Blind ; which was somewhat in the line of his life-work. 
 He served his town several times as an Alderman, and his sug- 
 gestions for its advancement and prosperity were much valued. 
 
 It is as a servant of the Master of Assemblies and a worker in 
 His vineyard that we are especially interested in his history. In 
 March, 1865, while doing picket duty on the Meherrin River, near 
 Boykin's depot, Va., he, as his duties would permit, attended a 
 protracted meeting, and he there made a profession of the accept- 
 ance of Christ as his Savior. A full account of his conversion is 
 given in the annexed article of Rev. D. H. Tuttle, of the M. E. 
 Church, South, published by the North Carolina Baptist Septem- 
 ber 27, 1905. 
 
 W^t ConberiSion of tfje Hate ST. 5©. jHoore. 
 
 Permit me to give your many readers a bit of interesting re- 
 ligious history of the noble man whose name heads this article. 
 We were natives of the same county, Caldwell. He and my 
 father, the late B. M. Tuttle, of Caldwell County, were together 
 as soldiers in Confederate gray during the last years of the War 
 Between the States ; father then a man of 43, and Moore a youth 
 of 17 or 18, and not converted. In February, 1865, they were on 
 duty in cavalry service. In the afternoon of a cold winter day 
 father engaged young Moore in conversation concerning his sal- 
 vation, reminding him of the dangers to which their lives were 
 daily exposed and exhorting him to make preparation to meet 
 God in peace in case of death. 
 
JAMBS DANIEL MOORE. 23 
 
 Father's words were as seed in good soil, and conviction, deep 
 and effective seized young Moore. That night he and father spent 
 in a school house, sleeping (or intending to sleep) upon the desks, 
 and covering with their blankets. A while after they had lam 
 down, father awoke and noticed that young Moore was gone from 
 his side. He lav awake awaiting his return; but, as he did not 
 return soon, father arose and went out to look after him. He 
 soon heard groaning in prayer and found him ma fence corner 
 face in hands and on the ground, earnestly crymg to God for 
 mercv Father asked him to get up and come into the school 
 house'; but he replied, saying that he had come out there to stay 
 till his sins were pardoned, and that he would never leave till he 
 was foro-iven. Father then got down by him, directing him by 
 God's word in the way to the Kingdom. Then he began pray- 
 in- aloud for him, and while the stillness of that midnight hour 
 was being broken by the voice of interceding prayer the light 
 of a new world and a new life broke in upon the sou of James 
 D T^Ioore, and he rejoiced with joy unspeakable and full ot glory. 
 There was no sleep in the school house that night, but desks be- 
 came platforms of the soul's first fellowship with God. 
 
 This account of his conversion I heard substantially from Capt. 
 Moore's lips at Morven camp-meeting, August, 1903, m a per- 
 sonal testimony as to the saving power of Christ and m my 
 father's presence; saying at the same time he wanted to cheer the 
 heart of the gray-haired old veteran by lettmg him know that he 
 had helped him find the Savior. Captain Moore said also that 
 he had heard during life many eloquent prayers, but none ever 
 equalled the one father offered that night. 1 r ^ 
 
 Two years back from this date both of them were soldiers of 
 the cross, yet on earth battling for the right; but to-day both are 
 crowned heirs of eternal life in the Heavenly church triumphant. 
 I have seen it stated that Capt. Moore's mother was praymg 
 for his conversion that night. If so, father was God s mstmnient 
 to bring about the answer. ^' ^' ■LUTTi.e;. 
 
 Returning home from the army he did not unite with the church 
 in his neighborhood, as it was in sentiment and practice somewhat 
 inclined to anti-mission views, but, with one of his sisters, joined 
 Rocky Spring Church in the same county and was baptized by 
 Elder R H. Moody, a minister well known at that time m the 
 Catawba River Association. In 1879 he united with the church 
 
24 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 at Dallas upon its organization and was chosen a deacon, was 
 one of the committee that superintended the erection of the build- 
 ing, and was active in all the work of the church. 
 
 On removing to Gastonia he entered upon the work there as a 
 Baptist and joined the feeble church in its work for the Master. 
 The First Church was erected largely through his efforts, he 
 giving particular attention and contributing largely to the con- 
 struction. The same may be said as to the remodeling of this 
 church and the conversion of it into the present handsome edifice. 
 He was active in aiding the pastor in the training of the members, 
 all who were not aided by the church were expected to contribute 
 to its expenses and the spread of the gospel. A few years ago 
 they reached the position where all contributions were made direct 
 to the treasurer of the church and checks given upon this fund 
 by order of the church for pastor's salary, missions or any other 
 object it approved. He remarked not two years before his death 
 that he had always thought that if he could see this accomplished 
 that like Simeon of old he would be ready to depart. He was for 
 many years superintendent of the Sunday school and taught a 
 Bible class up to the time of his death ; was always ready to speak 
 a word for the blaster and to give a reason for the faith that was 
 in him, to speak a word of cheer to the erring and of encourage- 
 ment to the fainting brother or to a sinner about salvation through 
 Christ. 
 
 He was according to his means the most liberal contributor to 
 the work of his church that I have ever known. 
 
 In 1893 the Gastonia church united with the South Fork Asso- 
 ciation. He was placed upon the Executive Committee and served 
 as such until called hence; was a most valuable member, studied 
 the geography as related to Baptist work, and formed a definite 
 idea as to the prudence of appropriations at different points. 
 
 His speech was always forcible and in words understood "by 
 his hearers. He was particularly severe upon the conduct of 
 ministers who failed to preach the gospel of missions, including 
 its support at home and abroad by the contribution of church 
 members. 
 
SOUTH FORK INSTITUTE— MAIN BUILDING. 
 
 SOUTH FORK INSTITUTE— BOYS' DORMITORY. 
 
 SOUTH FORK INSTITUTE— GIRLS' DORMITORY. 
 
JAMBS DANIEL MO ORB. 25 
 
 He served the Association efficiently as Treasurer for several 
 years. 
 
 When the South Fork Institute'^' was undertaken he was ap- 
 pointed a Trustee. He gave faithful attention to the work and 
 his counsel was as valuable as his contributions, while all who 
 have been entrusted with the care of this institution have been 
 faithful in work and liberal in contributions, to him more than 
 to any other person is its present position due. 
 
 Upon one occasion when making a contribution he remarked 
 that he desired to be immortal, not only in the life beyond, but 
 also in this world, by leaving behind him something that would 
 carry on the work which he was endeavoring to do while here 
 and would continue to do so to the end of time. He served several 
 years as a member of the State Mission Board and was one of the 
 most efficient members. 
 
 He will be missed in the work he did, the contributions made 
 and the prayers offered for the advancement of the Master's 
 cause. The Scriptures tell us that ''the prayer of the righteous 
 availeth much." The young seldom, if ever, pray for those older 
 than themselves, or feel much interest in their spiritual welfare. 
 The older take much interest in the younger and often bring 
 blessings to them through prayers they know not of. What a loss 
 to those in whom he was interested are his prayers for their wel- 
 fare. The idea is much prevalent that only sinners need the 
 prayers of the righteous and there is too little praying by Chris- 
 tians for strengthening the feeble knees, relieving the tempted, or 
 encouraging the strong among God's saints. 
 
 * The report of the Board of Trustees made to this session of the Associa- 
 tion, gives the following facts relating to the history of the Institute: 
 
 "For several years this association has been agitating the question of an 
 associational school. Three years ago this matter took definite shape and 
 the first building was erected at a cost of about S3, 000. The school opened 
 two years ago. The school grew till it was necessary to enlarge. We had 
 to arrange a place for pupils to board. The trustees met and after careful 
 and prayerful consideration agreed to erect a boys' dormitory costing 
 |2,000. Brethren J. D. Moore and J. D, Elliott made the proposition that 
 they would give $1,000 for this purpose if the Association would raise that 
 amount. About$l,600 has been raised for this purpose, the ^1,000 promis- 
 ed by brethren Moore and Elliott is included in this amount. The balance 
 of the §2,000 has about been subscribed. The building has been erected 
 and is occupied by bright young men." 
 
26 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 His works, alms and prayers had kept the ]\Iaster in acquaint- 
 ance with him, and when he left us he was known above and his 
 coming anticipated with joy. On Sunday, August 6, 1905, his 
 summons came suddenly and his spirit returned to the God who 
 gave it. 
 
 As his soul rests ''under the altar," in the presence of his 
 Savior, if it shall weary at the delay in being united with its 
 spiritual body and ask why so long, I think the Savior will say 
 to him, ''Rest on until all things are accomplished; there are yet 
 many to be gathered into my fold through the instrumentality of 
 your works and alms while on earth, and who will be stars in 
 your crown when I shall assemble all of my people to take their 
 abode in that city not made with hands eternal in the heavens, 
 whose architect and builder is God." 
 
 W. A. Graham. 
 
 The foregoing memoir was presented as the regular report of 
 the Committee on Obituaries of the South Fork Association. Its 
 reading, which was heard with profound attention throughout, 
 was followed by a deeply touching memorial service. It seemed 
 Providential that the Association's memorial service should have 
 been held in the old home town of Dallas, where our late brother 
 had married, and had spent many happy years in his early business 
 career. His friends from far and near were present. The large 
 audience was affected with deep emotion as tributes were paid by 
 Maj. W. A. Graham, and Revs. W. R. Gwaltney, W. H. Reddish, 
 O. L. Stringfield, J. A. Hoyle, J. L. Vipperman, J. J. Payseur and 
 D. P. Bridges. 
 
 Nearly every speaker prefaced his tribute of affection by saying 
 that his relations with Brother Moore were peculiarly close and 
 that the memory of his goodness and kindness to each one per- 
 sonally moved him to speak. There were scores of others present 
 who could have testified in similar manner to what seemed to 
 each the peculiar and specially close friendship of this good man. 
 This is mentioned as an illustration of the strong fellow-feeling 
 which made him a friend to so many with whom he came in con- 
 
JAMBS DANIEL MO ORB. 27 
 
 tact and of the abounding spirit of brotherly kindness which in 
 so many substantial ways knitted him into the affections of his 
 fellow-servants in Christ. 
 
 In the course of his eloquent eulogy upon the Hfe of our de- 
 parted brother, Rev. J. L. Vipperman, paid a tender and deserved 
 tribute to his sorely bereaved companion, speaking impressively 
 of the part she had performed in helping her husband to be strong 
 in good deeds and in walking hand in hand and heart to heart 
 with him in all his Christian work. A brief tribute to Mrs. Moore, 
 written by Mr. Vipperman, will form the chapter which follows 
 this ; for no account of her husband's life could be complete with- 
 out some mention of her in whom his heart so safely trusted. It 
 is but just to Mrs. Moore to add here that the compiler did not 
 reveal to her his intention to include this tribute to her own char- 
 acter, and that her first knowledge of such a purpose will come 
 to her when her eyes first fall upon these pages. 
 
28 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 CHAPTEE IV. 
 
 " Walking in his footsteps, following her Lord." 
 
 ^CN writing a biography of any life it is very desirable that one 
 be governed by intelligent conviction rather than undefined 
 sentiment. It is deeply refreshing to me to be able to bear wit- 
 ness to the excellency of the Christian woman of many good 
 works, who is now the widow of our beloved fellow-servant in 
 the Lord, Brother J. D. Moore. It is a pleasure to write this little 
 biographical tribute to this noble heroine of the cross who for 
 many years has been in the Kingdom of God, closely identified 
 with its work on earth. 
 
 Martha Jane Moore was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John 
 G. Lewis, of Dallas, N. C. Regenerated at the age of eleven, she 
 was baptized into the fellowship of Long Creek Baptist Church 
 by Rev. A. J. Cansler. She was married to J. D. Moore, of Cald- 
 well County, September 25, 1870. She and the eight children with 
 whom this happy union was blessed survive him. 
 
 That I have known quite intimately Brother and Sister Moore 
 is a cause to me for thanksgiving. Two things are very clear in 
 my mind : ( i ) That Bro. Moore was indeed a noble Christian, 
 a "prince in Israel," and (2) that he never could have been the 
 exemplary Christian that he was unless Providence had favored 
 him with such an help-meet. 
 
 There are certain principles in her life that will guide us like 
 the heavenly constellations in reaching a true and unexaggerated 
 estimate of her virtues and in seeing how these virtues manifested 
 themselves in her noble husband. In giving Brother Moore such 
 a wife God revealed unto him ''tokens for good." She seemed 
 to know just how to meet the responsibilities of a wife and how 
 far she could influence her husband's life. In every proper way 
 she sought to encourage him and desired to enrich his life in good 
 deeds, being ever ready to become his partner in sacrifices for the 
 
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JAMES DANIEL MOORE. 29 
 
 Master's work. She knew that her husband did not sow spar- 
 ingly, for the harvest contradicted that, but bountifully so that 
 the fruits of his righteousness were increased. 
 
 Being enriched in everything to all bountifulness which caused 
 in them thanksgiving to God, they showed their subjection to the 
 gospel of Christ by their liberal contributions to God's precious 
 work, and thus they together longed after exceeding grace of 
 God. She has amassed a great treasure of good works in her own 
 quiet benefactions, while as a help-meet she consecrated her life 
 to the matchless end that her husband might count most worthily 
 for the kingdom of God. Their natures were in harmony. When 
 the Spirit told him to give to God's cause the same Spirit moved 
 her to encourage him. When he saw his duty by the power of the 
 Spirit, he was not chided when he revealed to her the impressions 
 of his own heart, but found a ready sympathizer and helper. 
 
 How nobly she has continued, since his death, the noble bene- 
 factions which his great heart had planned ! These are indisput- 
 able proofs that the things I am writing of her are true. Surely 
 to this faithful companion there must come frequently now some 
 vision unveiling the secrets of the future more fully than they 
 were ever foreshadowed before the death of her devoted husband. 
 May God's benediction rest upon her and her household. Surely 
 "she hath done what she could." J. L. Vipperman. 
 
 Dallas, North Carolina, 
 January 15, 1907. 
 
30 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 CHAPTEK V. 
 
 Sweet was the light of his eyes; but it suddenly sank into darkness, 
 As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement. 
 
 —Longfellow: Evangeline. 
 
 (From the Gastonia Gazette of August 8, 1905.) 
 
 /jfT APT. J. D. MOORE died suddenly at his home Sunday morn- 
 ing at II 130 o'clock. On Saturday he was at his office all 
 day, and while not feeling very well attended as usual to his office 
 duties. Saturday night he slept very little and complained of 
 extreme nausea, growing worse as the morning wore on, but it 
 was II o'clock before he considered himself really ill enough to 
 have a physician called in. Dr. R. M. Reid, the family physician, 
 was called and reached the house in a few minutes, but before he 
 was able to render any assistance Capt. Moore began vomiting 
 and, rupturing a blood vessel in the head, died instantly. 
 
 Only Mrs. Moore, Dr. Reid, Mr. J. D. Moore, Jr., and the 
 servants were in the house when the summons came. Mr. Charlie 
 M. Moore and Miss Mattie were at church, and Mrs. Morrow 
 and Mr. and Mrs. H. B. Moore in Asheville. In a very few min- 
 utes the news swept over the town and every heart was filled with 
 keenest grief. All day Sunday and yesterday the people were 
 going to and from the home to pay their last sad tribute to their 
 dead friend. A friend he was — ^to every man, woman and child 
 in Gastonia and Gaston County. No man in the community was 
 more sincerely admired and beloved. Gastonia and Gaston County 
 are all in mourning, and the State has lost an honored son — one 
 of the noblest and best. 
 
 Capt. J. D. Moore was born in Globe, Caldwell County, Janu- 
 ary 5, 1846, and at the time of his death was nearly 60 years of 
 age. On September 25, 1870, he was happily married to Miss 
 Martha J. Lewis, of Gaston County. To them were born eight 
 children, all of whom are living, and are as follows: Mr. H. B. 
 Moore, Mrs. Mary Morrow, Jas. D., Jr., Charles M. and Miss 
 
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JAMBS DANIEL MO ORB. 31 
 
 Mattie, of Gastonia ; Mr. John C. Moore, of Dallas, Mrs. C. H. 
 Durham, of Lumberton, and Mrs. T. A. Norment, of Wihiiington. 
 In his fifteenth year Capt. ^loore enHsted and served the entire 
 four years of the war, two years with the Twenty-Sixth Regiment 
 of the North Carolina Volunteers and two more with the famous 
 Rufus Barringer Cavalry. No braver soldier wore the gray. 
 
 As a business man he was in the foremost ranks, and was known 
 throughout the entire country. In 1887 the cotton milling indus- 
 try began to attract his attention and he drew up the articles of 
 agreement and solicited subscriptions for the first cotton mill built 
 in Gastonia, the Gastonia Cotton Manufacturing Company. In 
 1895 he organized the Modena Mills and has been connected with 
 this company from its organization to the present time. He served 
 this company as secretary and treasurer until twelve months since, 
 when he was elected president. He also held the position of sec- 
 retary and treasurer of the Moro-Webb Cotton Mills Company, 
 of Dallas ; secretary and treasurer of the Lenoir Cotton ^lills, of 
 Lenoir; and president of the Hudson Cotton Mills, of Hudson. 
 In all of these enterprises he was the leading spirit and accom- 
 plished more than seemed possible for any one man. 
 
 He served the town a number of times as alderman and has al- 
 ways been ready to aid any enterprise that was for the moral and 
 financial development of his community. He was a member of 
 Gastonia Lodge, No. 369, A. F. & A. M., and also a member of 
 Gastonia Lodge, No. 53, K. of P. 
 
 His church life was ideal. It was here that the real beauty and 
 greatness of his life shone brightest. Reared a Baptist, there was 
 none more loyal and true. From its organization he has held the 
 office of deacon in the First Baptist Church, and it is due largely 
 to him that this church was built. Later he led in buildmg the 
 Second Baptist Church. He was a man of large means and his 
 greatest joy was in using these means for God's glory. No call 
 was ever unheeded. His place at church was seldom vacant, and 
 his presence ever an inspiration. Time and money were freely 
 
 The funeral services, conducted by his pastor, Rev. W. H. Red- 
 dish, assisted by Rev. F. C. Hickson, of Gafifney, will be held in 
 the First Baptist Church this afternoon at 3 o'clock, after which 
 the body will be laid to rest in the City Cemetery. 
 
32 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 CHAPTEK VI. 
 
 iHntier a Coberlet of J^osieg. 
 
 " Sorrowing most of all * * * that they should see his face no more." 
 " Angels have entered our homes—' their foot-prints graves.' " 
 
 (From the Gastonia Gazette of August 11, 1905.) 
 
 ^ITHE body of Capt. J. D. IMoore was laid to rest under banks 
 of beautiful flowers in the cemetery Tuesday afternoon 
 amid solemn demonstrations of affectionate respect which few 
 men in a lifetime ever see accorded to a citizen of merely private 
 station. Business houses of every class were closed, and men of 
 every walk in life stopped to drop a tear out of their own grief 
 and another out of a sympathy that could only sob and be silent 
 beside the sorely smitten loved ones. 
 
 The First Baptist Church, itself a token of this good man's de- 
 votion to his faith, could not contain the throng, and the overflow 
 stood by in the churchyard. 
 
 "Know ye not that there is a prince and a great man fallen this 
 day in Israel?" were the words the pastor, Rev. W. H. Reddish, 
 read from the Scriptures. The pastor could not permit his heart 
 to utter its fullness, but he paid a loving and tender tribute to the 
 memory of this man of good deeds. A former pastor and de- 
 voted friend. Rev. F. C. Hickson, passed by the good deeds and 
 pronounced a beautiful and most noble eulogy upon his dead 
 friend's exalted character. 
 
 The music was in charge of a choir formed from the choirs of 
 the other congregations, and Masonic honors of unusual solemn- 
 ity, conducted by Rev. B. W. Hatcher, concluded the exercises 
 at the grave. 
 
 The pall-bearers were as follows : Active, J. S. Torrence, W. 
 T. Storey, W. J. Clifford, W. H. Penney, F. A. Costner and J. 
 O. White. Honorary, J. K. Dixon, J. F. Love, G. A. Gray, J. 
 Q. Holland, J. T. McDill and V. E. Long. 
 
 There was a wealth of rare and beautiful flowers — roses, lilies, 
 carnations, orchids, hydrangeas, palm leaves, many designs of ex- 
 
FIRST BAPTIST CHURCH OF GASTONIA. 
 Built in 1900. 
 
JAMBS DANIEL MO ORB. 33 
 
 quisite beauty and rare costliness. Among them were a magnifi- 
 cent wreath, a yard in diameter, of American Beauty Roses, and 
 Lilies of the Valley, from Charles J. Webb & Co., Philadelphia; 
 A. G. Bishop, New York, a beautiful wreath; J. H. Pavin, New 
 York, anchor; First National Bank of Gastonia, anchor; Modena 
 Mills, harp ; beautiful pillows, one from Capt. JNIoore's children, 
 with ''Father" on it, and one from twenty mill men and friends 
 of Lenoir ; Mr. Fred Smyre and Miss Nell Smyre, heart ; Knights 
 of Pythias, Bible and swords, emblem of their order; Mr. and 
 Mrs. L. L. Jenkins, anchor, cross and star; Mr. and Mrs. T. L. 
 Craig, harp; Mr. and Mrs. J. O. White, anchor; Mr. J. O. 
 Sprinkle and Mrs. J. W. Sprinkle, Sago palms ; Miss Carrie Mc- 
 Lean, roses and palm leaves. Wreaths from Mrs. J. Lee Robin- 
 son, Mr. and Mrs. S. N. Boyce, Mr. and Mrs. B. H. Parker. Be- 
 sides these there were many tributes, less pretentious, but sweet 
 and beautiful and freighted with the perfume of tenderest sym- 
 pathy. 
 
 Among those who attended the funeral from a distance are the 
 following: Brothers — W. C. and F. P. Moore, of Globe. Sister, 
 Mrs. Rebecca Estes, of CoUettsville. Other relatives — J. C. 
 Moore and W. C. Moore, Jr., of Globe ; M. G. Shearer, CoUetts- 
 ville; Pat Mast, Winston; Miss Carrie McLean, Charlotte. 
 
 In addition to these were A. G. Bishop, of Haines and Bishop, 
 New York ; Miles H. Hoffman, of Chas. J. Webb & Co. ; Jonas 
 M. Costner, of Raleigh ; Mrs. J. H. and Mr. Oates Sprinkle, of 
 Charlotte; Messrs. M. M. Courtney, F. C. White, R. L. Gwinn, 
 Edward White and J. H. Beall, of Lenoir, and B. B. Hayes, of 
 Hudson. 
 
34 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 CHAPTEK VII. 
 
 W^xn jFaborite ?|pmns(. 
 
 "Teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, 
 singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord." 
 
 "Old tunes are precious to me as old paths 
 In which I wandered when a happy boy. 
 In truth, they are the old paths of my soul. 
 Oft trod, well worn, familiar, up to God." 
 
 2|[ N the Sunday school, at the services of his church, in the home, 
 everywhere, Mr. Moore beheved in ''singing and making 
 melody in your heart to the Lord." Among the most treasured 
 recollections of those who have worshipped together with him 
 is the melody of his splendid voice in the songs they used to sing. 
 Three of his favorite hymns, hymns we have so often heard him 
 join in singing with the spirit and the understanding, are here 
 given, the first appearing to be his favorite above all others. 
 
 I WILL SING THE WONDROUS STORY. 
 
 I will sing the wondrous story. 
 
 Of the Christ who died for me, 
 How He left His home in glory. 
 
 For the cross on Calvary. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Yes, I'll sing the wondrous story, 
 
 Of the Christ who died for me. 
 Sing it with the saints in glorv. 
 
 Gathered by the crystal sea. 
 
 I was lost, but Jesus found me, 
 
 Found the sheep that went astray; 
 Threw His loving arms around me, 
 
 Drew me back into His way. 
 
 I was bruised, but Jesus healed me, 
 
 Faint was I from rr any a fall. 
 Sight was gone, and fears possessed me, 
 
 But He freed me from them all. 
 
JAMES DANIEL MOORE. 35 
 
 Days of darkness still come o'er me, 
 
 Sorrow's paths I often tread, 
 But the Savior still is with me. 
 
 By His hand I'm safely led. 
 
 He w^ll keep me till the river 
 
 Rolls its waters at my feet; 
 Then He'll bear me safely over, 
 
 Where the loved ones I shall meet. 
 
 THE HALF HAS NEVER BEEX TOLD. 
 
 I know I love Thee better, Lord, 
 
 Than any earthly joy, 
 For Thou hast given me the peace 
 
 Which nothing can destroy. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 The half has never yet been told. 
 
 Of love so full and free; 
 The half has never yet been told. 
 
 The blood — it eleanseth me. 
 
 I know that Thou art nearer still, 
 Than any earthly throng. 
 
 And sweeter is the thought of Thee, 
 Than any lovely song. 
 
 Thou hast put gladness in my heart; 
 
 Then well may I be glad! 
 Without the secret of Thy love, 
 
 I could not but be sad. 
 
 Savior, precious Savior mine! 
 
 What will Thy presence be, 
 If such a life of love can crown 
 
 Our walk on earth with Thee? 
 
36 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL. 
 
 When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, 
 When sorrows, like sea billows, roll; 
 
 Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, 
 It is well, it is well with my soul. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 soul, 
 
 my soul. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 It is well with my soul. 
 It is well, it is well with 
 
 Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, 
 
 Let this blest assurance control, 
 That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate, 
 
 And hath shed His own blood for my soul. 
 
 My sin — oh, the bliss of this glorious thought — 
 
 My sin — not in part, but the whole — 
 Is nailed to His cross and I bear it no more. 
 
 Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, 0, my soul. 
 
 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight. 
 
 The clouds be rolled back as a scroll. 
 The trump shall re-sound, and the Lord shall descend, 
 
 "Even so" — it is well with my soul. 
 
JAMBS DANIEL MO ORB. 37 
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 "The sad memories which death brings are a part of our education. Under the influ- 
 ence of an absent soul the heart softens, and man goes forth each day more of a friend to 
 his race, and more of a worshipper of his God. * * * The death of a friend exalts 
 those who remain to weep." 
 
 'HTHE number of expressions of condolence and tender sym- 
 pathy received by the family from private sources upon the 
 occasion of Mr. Moore's death runs into the hundreds. These, in 
 their original form, will be bound together into a large scrap-book 
 for permanent preservation. In this chapter it is intended to in- 
 clude the obtainable briefer tributes of a public nature which ap- 
 peared in the newspapers and one or two others prepared espe- 
 cially for this volume. They are as follows : 
 
 The Modena Mills, of Gastonia, the Moro-Webb, at Dallas, the Hudson 
 Mills and the Lenoir Mills are closed as a tribute of respect to their dead 
 President and Secretary, Capt. Moore being President of the Modena and 
 Hudson and Secretary and Treasurer of the Moro-Webb and Lenoir Mills. 
 Many of his mill people will attend the funeral this afternoon. The mills 
 will start again to-morrow morning. — Gastonia Gazette, August 8, 1905. 
 
 Mr. and Mrs. H. B. Moore and Mrs. Mary Morrow arrived from Ashe- 
 ville yesterday morning, and Mr. and Mrs. T. A. Norment, of Wilmington, 
 at noon, to attend the funeral of their father. Rev. C. H. Durham and 
 family are expected this morning from Lumberton. Among the many 
 out-of-town guests who are already here are Mr. A. G. Bishop, New York; 
 Mr. Jonas Costner, Raleigh; Mr. W. M. Morrow, Pineville; Rev. F. C. 
 Hickson, Gaffney; ISIr. Patrick Mast, Winston; Miss Carrie McLean, 
 Charlotte; Mrs. Lizzie Jenkins, Mrs. J. T. McLean, Lincolnton; Mrs. Kate 
 Britton, Dallas; Mrs. Annie Bradford, Pineville; Mrs. Rebecca Estes, Col- 
 lettsville; Messrs. F. P. Moore, W. C. Moore, W. C. Moore, Jr., J. Claude 
 Moore, Globe; Messrs. Harper Beall, Rufus Gwinn, M. M. Courtney, Ed. 
 White, R. H. Holsclaw, Rev. Dan Moore, Lenoir. — Gastonia Gazette, Aug. 
 8, 1905. 
 
 The late Capt. James D. Moore, who died at his home in Gastonia Mon- 
 day, was well known throughout the State. He was largely interested in 
 five cotton mills and was a director of the School for the Deaf, Dumb and 
 Blind here. — Raleigh Post. 
 
38 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 The State has lost a valuable citizen, Gastonia one of its fathers, and 
 the Baptist church one of its most loyal and liberal members, in the death 
 of Mr. J. D. Moore. Whole pages might be written of his magnificent ac- 
 complishments in the field of enterprise, while the story of his generosity 
 and devotion to the cause he loved can hardly be told at all. His sudden 
 taking off is a grievous blow to his family and friends, to all of whom the 
 Argus extends sympathy. — Lumherton Argus. 
 
 Capt. James D. Moore, one of the most prominent and best known citi- 
 zens of Gastonia, N. C, died at his home in that place last Sunday after a 
 brief illness. He was in his office as usual on Saturday and commenced 
 complaining on Sunday. He had a coughing and vomiting spell and burst 
 a blood vessel. A physician was sent for but nothing could be done. He 
 died in a short time. Captain Moore was a leading promoter of the 
 Modena Cotton Mills, the Dallas Manufactviring Company, the Moro-Webb 
 Cotton Mills, and mills at Lenoir and Hudson. He was a man of very 
 large means and carried life insurance amounting to $65,000. He was a 
 leading member in the Baptist church at Gastonia, and contributed liber- 
 ally of his means in support of that organization. — Yorkville, S. C, 
 Enquirer. 
 
 We were greatly shocked and grieved to read an account of the death of 
 Capt. J. D. Moore, of Gastonia, in the Char'lotte Observer of last Monday 
 morning. He died at 11:30 Sunday morning. Capt. Moore was one of the 
 leading business men of his section, but he was not too busy to give his 
 first and best service to the Lord. A deacon in the First Baptist Church, 
 and a man upon whom his pastor could lean and the church safely follow, 
 he will be mourned and missed; and in his death the Orphanage has lost 
 a faithful and generous friend. He was a man of large means and he knew 
 what money was made for. May the stricken wife and children find help 
 and healing at the feet of the "man of sorrow," who was "acquainted with 
 grief!" — Charity and Children, Thomasville, N. C. 
 
 FROM THE COXFEDERATE VETERANS. 
 
 (Report of Memorial Committee at Reunion August 10, 1905.) 
 Your Committee, appointed to prepare a suitable memorial to those of 
 our number who have died since our last annual meeting, beg leave to 
 report that so far as your Committee can ascertain from the Secretary 
 and from reports by comrades the following Confederate Veterans have 
 died since our last meeting: 
 
 J. A. Morrow, Company B, Twenty-Eighth Regiment; S. S. White, Com- 
 pany C, Seventy-First Regiment; J. P. Sherrell, Company C, Seventy-First 
 Regiment; W. A. Pearson, Company H, Forty-Ninth Regiment; J. D. 
 
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JAMBS DANIEL MO ORB. 39 
 
 Moore, Company F, Twenty-Sixth Regiment; Samuel Mauney, Company 
 M, Sixteenth Regiment; M. V. Hovis, Company B, Twenty-Eighth Regi- 
 ment; J. Logan Brown, Company H, Thirty-Seventh Regiment; H. F. 
 White, Company M, Sixteenth Regiment (died in Arkansas). Now, there- 
 fore, be it 
 
 Resolved, 1st. That we desire, as an organization of Confederate Veterans 
 and as individual citizens of Gaston County, to give public expression to 
 our sincere and heartfelt sorrow at the death of these brethren and friends. 
 2d. That we desire to convey to the families and friends of the deceased 
 our sorrow and tender to them our sympathy in the loss which has befallen 
 them. Their sorrow^ is ours and we mourn not only neighbors but com- 
 rades who stood with us through the dark days that tried men's souls, and 
 we express the hope that they have entered into that rest prepared for the 
 weary sons of men after life's battles are over, who have been faithful 
 to their God. 
 
 3d. That as a further token of our sorrow and as a tribute of respect 
 the Secretary is directed to enroll these names, with company, regiment 
 and date of death upon a special page of our records. 
 
 4th. That a copy of these resolutions be published in the county papers 
 and be spread upon our Minutes. 
 
 G. A. Sparrow, 
 J. B. Carson, 
 R. M. Gaston, 
 
 Committee. 
 
 TRIBUTE BY KNIGHTS OF PYTHIAS. 
 
 At a regular meeting of Gastonia Lodge, No. 53, Knights of Phythias, 
 August 7, 1905, the undersigned committee was appointed to draft resolu- 
 tions relative to the death of our brother Knight, Capt. J. D. Moore, which 
 are submitted as follows: 
 
 Whereas, It has pleased Almighty God to call suddenly from our midst 
 our beloved brother, Capt. J. D. Moore, and 
 
 Whereas, We desire to offer a testimonial of the high esteem in which 
 he was held by every member of our lodge; therefore be it 
 
 Resolved, 1st. That while we bow in humble submission to His Divine 
 Will, we mourn the loss of a brother who was wise in council, strong, and 
 always ready to aid all; a friend of broad sympathy and unfaltering devo- 
 tion. 
 
 2. That as a Pythian Knight, as far as his brother Knights may judge, 
 he was true to every Pythian obligation, and so lived as to bring honor 
 upon our order; as a man he was conscientious, forceful, brave, modest, 
 generous, gentle, loyal and of the finer feeling — truly a golden-hearted 
 gentleman. 
 
40 /A' MBMORIAM 
 
 3. That in his death our community has lost a most useful man; the 
 State a patriotic citizen; the church a useful officer and a faithful and 
 consecrated member, and the family a tender and devoted husband and 
 father. 
 
 4. That we extend to his devoted family our heartfelt sympathy in this 
 their sad bereavement. 
 
 5. That a copy of these resolutions be spread upon a special page of the 
 Minute Book of our lodge; a copy sent to the widow and family of our 
 deceased brother. 
 
 6. That copies also be sent to our city papers, Carolina Pythian, Biblical 
 Recorder, North Carolina Baptist, Charlotte Observer, Charlotte Neivs, 
 Manufacturers' Record, Charity and Children, and Lenoir Topic. 
 
 A. C. Williamson, 
 J. H. Kennedy, 
 S. A. Robinson, 
 
 Committee. 
 
 BAPTISTS HAVE PRODUCED NO NOBLER :MAN. 
 
 (From the Biblical Recorder, Ealeigh, X. C, August 16, 1905. Ee-printed also in 
 Minutes of North Carolina Baptist Convention of that year.) 
 
 The noblest product of a church is a man. Christ lived and died to 
 make men — to make a man. The best witness to Christ is a man. The 
 Baptists in North Carolina have produced no nobler man than James 
 Daniel Moore, of Gastonia, whose death we are called upon to mourn. 
 
 We have heard him relate how he began a cotton mill with fifty cents — 
 a co-operative mill; and he lived to be one of the chief mill men of the 
 South. But he never rose above his church. He loved her with a love 
 like that of the early Christians. Nor did he ever rise above the wage- 
 earners. He and his family were one with them. Our Gastonia church 
 is by reason of his example a church in Avhich no line is drawn. He was 
 in Gastonia and that region what E. K. Proctor was to Lumberton and 
 Robeson. 
 
 To have produced two such men is sufficient evidence of the vitality of a 
 denomination. To be able to lose them to heaven — how hard it seems that 
 they should go so soon! — is the mark of our strength. 
 
 "CAN NOT THINK OF HIM AS DEAD." 
 (From the Biblical Recorder of September 6, 1905 ) 
 
 Allow me, please, as one who knew and loved him well, to place one 
 flow^er upon the grave of my former member and sincere friend, Capt. J. 
 D. Moore, of Gastonia. 
 
 Since the first sad tidings came I have felt a deep sense of personal 
 bereavement. I was his pastor for nearly five years, and during that 
 
JAMBS DANIEL MOORB. 41 
 
 period the handsome new church structure was erected, a work sometimes 
 bringing" to the surface the angels and littleness of men, but, in Brother 
 Moore, I always found a warm-hearted, broad-minded sympathizer and 
 friend. 
 
 He was one of the best all-round Christian workers I have ever known; 
 a man of great native ability and consequently many-sided. He was quite 
 a genius in business circles, and managed wisely and well the very large 
 interests committed to him. His ideas of the Master's work were world- 
 wide, and hence he enthusiastically supported, in a very liberal way, all 
 of our missionary and educational enterprises at home and abroad. 
 
 The home, social and business circles of Gastonia will sadly miss him, 
 but no work or circle will miss him more than the church he loved so 
 well and served so faithfully, and whose magnificent church building he, 
 in hearty co-operation with another, who still survives, made largely pos- 
 sible. God bless his stricken home and raise up one of his boys at least 
 to take up the work in his church and denomination when the Master 
 commands him to lay it down. 
 
 I can not think of him as dead; there is no death for the Christian, and 
 such was he. 
 
 " There is no death, — 
 An angel form steals on the earth with silent tread, 
 He bears our best loved things away. 
 And then we call them dead." 
 
 Sadly, W. F. Watson. 
 
 Monroe, N. C, August 28, 1905. 
 
 TRIBUTE BY HIS PASTOR. 
 
 (From the Biblical Recorder of August 23, 1905.) 
 Sunday morning, August 6th, at 11:30 o'clock the whole town of Gas- 
 tonia was turned into mourning because of the sudden and unexpected 
 death of Capt. J. D. Moore. 
 
 James Daniel Moore was born in Caldwell County, N. C, of godly 
 parents, whose ancestry was Scotch-Irish and Dutch. He was converted 
 in the winter of 1864-5 on the banks of the Meherrin River, in Virginia. The 
 night he surrendered to Christ the mother back in her mountain home was 
 pouring out her heart in prayer for her son's salvation. As she prayed 
 she received the witness of the Spirit that her prayer had been answered, 
 and she lifted her heart to God in praise and thanksgiving for her son's 
 redemption. 
 
 In the summer of 1865 he was baptized by Elder R. H. Moody in John's 
 River, and was received into the fellowship of Rocky Spring Church, of 
 Caldwell County. From the day of his conversion he was known in busi- 
 ness, in church, and in home as a godly man. 
 
42 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 God gave him a strong body and an active and vigorous mind, both of 
 which he dedicated to a most strenuous business life. As a result he was 
 given a large and prosperous business. He looked upon every dollar that 
 came into his hands as given him by his Master and spent it realizing 
 that he was the Lord's steward. He loved to make money, but his greatest 
 joy came in giving it to carry on the Lord's work. He said not long ago 
 that he was sorry for the Christian who made money and had never tasted 
 the joy of giving it. 
 
 His fellow-citizens, when in doubt, went to him for advice, when in 
 trouble they went to him for sympathy, and when convicted of sin they 
 went to him for spiritual instruction. A brother deacon said: "He was 
 always approachable. He was the only man I have known with whom I 
 could talk with perfect freedom upon the subject of religion." A devout 
 negro many miles away said: "He has so often helped me — he gave to 
 me, and asked me how I was coming on spiritually." 
 
 He loved his church. It was by his generous gifts and tireless efforts 
 that the First Baptist Church was built in Gastonia. He was never too 
 busy nor the weather too bad for him to attend all the services of the 
 church — usually the first there and the last to leave. A recognized leader, 
 but he sought to serve in the lowliest and humblest place in the sanctuary. 
 No one could be more loyal to his pastor than he — so tender, so thoughtful, 
 so true. 
 
 Capt. Moore had a great influence in his Association. He knew and 
 felt its needs. He responded most heartily to every call to promote edu- 
 cation and to give the Gospel to the people in its bounds. But his brethren 
 will miss his wise counsel and his inspiring speeches most of all. 
 
 How we all loved him! The hundreds of people of his town, white and 
 colored, the many from adjoining towns and country, and those from afar 
 who came to view his remains and express their sympathy for the bereaved 
 family, leaving the odor of sweet-scented flowers behind them, give us some 
 idea how all who knew him loved him. 
 
 May the same Lord who took him from us comfort and keep our hearts 
 by His Spirit while we joyfully strive to carry on the great work that he 
 loved so well. W. H. Reddish. 
 
 Gastonia, N. C, August 16, 1905. 
 
 HIS MEMORY STILL FRESH AS THE DEW. 
 
 (Written for the Memorial Volume. ) 
 As I stood by the new-made grave of Bro. J. D. Moore, long months ago, 
 I had no idea that his life had been so deeply written on my heart as to 
 remain fresh as the dew all this while. He had an abiding, enthusiastic 
 interest in those things that are everlasting. This interest was so mani- 
 fest and so large that every other interest was quickly removed to give 
 place to it. He taught us how to "use the world as not abusing it," by 
 
JAMBS DANIEL MOORE. 43 
 
 absolutely refusing to regard financial institutions of any sort as of 
 greater value than "the little prayer-meeting," or "the little Sunday school 
 class." He taught us this at a time when prosperity in the South was 
 intoxicating stalwart men, and dragging them away like slaves tied to a 
 chariot drawn by wild horses. 
 
 Any man is worthy of a place in this world, and a great monument to 
 his memory, who succeeds in saving his Christian manhood while grappling 
 with great financial problems. Bro. Moore attained to a beautiful spiritu- 
 ality in the midst of financial success — a rare gem this. 
 
 He succeeded in teaching us that 'the world and the fulness thereof is 
 the Lord's," and that we are only "the stewards of the manifold grace of 
 God." What inroads he did make on his bank account for the sake of 
 the blessed kingdom ! He dared not make ventures for himself and family, 
 and risk nothing for Him, who, having not seen, he loved. 
 
 The Word of God was to him a living, loving message which was meant 
 to be incorporated in the life of every believer. He left footprints that 
 will make his name dear to succeeding generations. The institutions of 
 learning of every grade in this State know him. Churches over the Jand 
 remember his timely aid. Friends are being cheered and encouraged by 
 his silent tongue and sympathizing heart. 
 
 The great woman he loved and honored while he lived is walking in his 
 footsteps, following her Lord. 0. L. Stringfield. 
 
 Maiden, N. C, July 9, 1907. 
 
44 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 CHAPTEK IX. 
 
 ^ Character (great in (grateful S>erbite. 
 
 I sTumld like to know a man who just minded Ms duty and troubled himself about 
 nothing; who did his own work and did not interfere with God's. How nobly he would 
 work— working not for reward, but because it was the will of God! How happily he 
 would receive his food and clothing, receiving them as the gifts of God! What peace 
 would be his! What a sober gayety! How hearty and infectious his laughter! What a 
 friend he would be! How sweet his sympathy!— George MacDonald. 
 
 (From the Gastonia Gazette of August 11, 1905.) 
 
 3f2 ORN of sturdy Scotch-Irish and Dutch ancestry in the moun- 
 ^^ tains of Caldwell, James Daniel Moore inherited the versa- 
 tile and solid qualities of native character on which, as a founda- 
 tion, the beautiful superstructure of his life rested. Endowed with 
 a strong body and alert faculties, brought to young manhood in a 
 climate and atmosphere saturated with health-giving properties, he 
 possessed a buoyancy of spirit, a smoothness of action, a litheness 
 of energy, which fitted him for deeds of superior commission 
 among his fellows. It is no wonder that such a youth, who could 
 afterwards go beyond the proudest of his athletic companions by 
 measuring 36 feet at three long jumps, should be found joining 
 the Confederate army at fifteen, rollicking, marching, camping, 
 fighting. At Seven Pines, in the Seven Days before Richmond, at 
 Fredericksburg, the boy did a private soldier's part in covering 
 Confederate arms with imperishable lustre. He breasted with a 
 boy's bravery the red tide at Gettysburg; in the charge across the 
 wheat field the colors of his company fell fourteen times ; of 87 
 gallant fellows who swept cheering into the charge, 84 fell a sacri- 
 fice to the god of carnage. Only three reached the crest. See 
 there ! Moore goes down, the 85th, and his blood also, warm and 
 red and true, mingled with the tide which in the first day's fight 
 enriched that hostile soil. There was the faintness, the July heat, 
 the awful thirst among the wounded. Then the hospital, slow 
 recovery, and the field again. After the Crater he joins the 
 cavalry, he is with Wade Hampton's matchless horsemen — ^but 
 peace has come. 
 
JAMBS DANIEL MO ORB. 45 
 
 The boy had pious parents, pious neighbors ; and in the army 
 a sternly pious Methodist friend, older than he, who was a man 
 of prayer. And the man of prayer prayed for the boy, wrestled 
 and would not let go. The boy was converted and never ceased 
 to revere the name of the good man Tuttle, to whose prayers he 
 so often felt that he owed his awakening. How easily a beautiful 
 passage from Bitter Sweet flows into mind : 
 
 Teach me the better way, 
 And every expiration from my lips 
 Shall be a grateful blessing on your head; 
 And in the coming world I'll seek the side 
 Of no more gracious angel than the man 
 Who gives me brotherhood by leading me 
 Home with himself to Heaven. 
 
 From the day of the young man's conversion the development of 
 his grand character began. Others may serve God through fear 
 of His wrath, yet others for hope of reward. This man was 
 grateful, and served his whole life long through sheer joy of 
 service, the abounding love of doing the Master's will. 
 
 And he grew, up and out as the mustard seed grows, up and 
 strong as the oak grows, beautiful as buds unfold into bloom, rich 
 as blossoms grow into dropping fruit. 
 
 >!i iii * 
 
 He loved his fellow-men. As he had been prayed for, he 
 prayed for others ; as he had been saved, he sought to bring others 
 into the same rich estate. A business man of large affairs, un- 
 loading from each day's rushing train a vast cargo of duties, dis- 
 posing of each with attention and prudent care, he still grew in 
 spirit, and was not choked by the brambles of the world. A fel- 
 low-deacon said, ''He was always approachable. He is the one 
 man I have known with whom I could talk with perfect freedom 
 upon the subject of religion." A devout negro many miles away 
 said, "He has so often helped me— he gave to me and asked me 
 how I was coming on spiritually." Two extremes rather, but 
 his sympathy easily encompassed both. 
 
46 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 His good deeds, some of them, might be enumerated. But 
 why? Cornice and cokimn and arch and window and each stone 
 carved from the quarry may be perfect in art and form, but why 
 through narrowed vision peer at these in turn and miss the vision 
 of the completed temple? There it stands fashioned after the 
 plans of the Architect. 
 
 See each separate stone and miss the grandeur of the edifice; 
 look at each leaf and lose the beauty of the tree. 
 
 2^ iK H: 
 
 A completed life? Completed? The tree was still growing. 
 
 Aye, the tree was living and had to grow to live. But may it 
 not have been a perfect tree — trunk, leaf, graceful branches, all 
 in assembled symmetry ? Had it remained, its protecting branches 
 would still have given shelter to the birds of the air, but it would 
 have been none the more a perfect tree on this account — only 
 longer in service, not more perfect in service. Take away the 
 great oak in the forest, and the others around it will grow. 
 
 So sudden ! He wished it so. "Suddenly, quickly, let my pass- 
 ing be," he often said. He did not wish to linger. "I find rest 
 in a change of work: let me serve here until the call comes and 
 then — work without labor." 
 
 And so it seems. Not before he was ready, but sooner even 
 than he expected, the Master called him up higher to say, "Well 
 done !" 
 
 A tree in the full tide of Hfe, a shining palace builded of good 
 deeds ; a finished character. 
 
JAMBS DANIBL MOORB. 47 
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 STfje JSis poplar: ^ (giant of tje 3iaaoabIanb.* 
 
 Father, Thy hand 
 Hath reared these venerable columns; Thou 
 Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down 
 Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose 
 All these fair ranks of trees. 
 
 —Bryant: Forest Hymn. 
 
 (From the Progressive Farmer, Raleigh, N. C, August 16, 1904.) 
 
 /I^ N the west side of the Big Branch, over in the hollow beyond 
 the Graveyard Hill, stood the Big Poplar — a giant among 
 his fellows, friend of the smaller trees that looked tip to him, his 
 great protecting limbs soaring aloft above them. With what 
 saticiness the gray squirrel scampered up its spacious trunk ! How 
 safe in its towering branches appeared the hawk on the lookout 
 
 *This exquisite bit of descriptive prose, as true a poem as ever shaped 
 itself to man's poor words, breathing and throbbing and singing and sob- 
 bing with the very soul of the things described, was the first of a series of 
 " Home Acre Sketches " in which with wonderful sympathy of perception 
 and felicity of interpretation, Rev. Hight C. Moore has written of the life 
 and beauty of his native heath— the Globe Valley. It caught the attention 
 of Mr. J.D. Moore on sight and he read this, as well as others of the sketches, 
 with exuberant feelings of pleasure, not only on account of his interest in 
 their author, but because of the intrinsic merit of the sketches themselves 
 and of the early associations they so vividly recalled. This first sketch of 
 the series was written and published about a year before Mr. Moore's death. 
 At the time, there was no thought of such application in the mind of the 
 author or of the rest of us; but now that Mr. Moore is gone, how typical it 
 all seems! If the fife of J. D. Moore, the stalwart son of that hill-encircled 
 valley, the man out in the world among his fellows, and that life's sudden 
 crashing end were to be portrayed in allegory, how could it be done with more 
 fidelity and beauty than we find in this exquisite life story of the Big 
 Poplar, written, as we have said, with not the remotest dream in the mind 
 of the author that he was almost penning prophecy when he wrote it! These 
 observations, it is believed, will be sufficient to explain why this sketch is 
 included among the chapters composing this memorial volume. 
 
48 IN MBMORIAM 
 
 for little chicks, the crow gorged with sweet up-springing corn, 
 the sonorous "Hoot" owl on his midnight vigil ! 
 
 Right by it led the path up the hollow to the old Coffey Place ; 
 in fact, one of its roots gave a jolt to every cart and wagon that 
 passed, and here more than one boy, hurrying the cows to the 
 pasture, stumped the blood out of his toe. The sort of a tree you 
 would notice in a multitude of trees; just as you have seen men 
 whom you would single out in an audience of a thousand or would 
 stop on a busy thoroughfare to follow with your eyes or to speak 
 about to your companion. Such a magnificent, kingly thing was 
 this poplar, a very Saul of the woodlands, head and shoulders 
 above all about him. 
 
 Many have been the map-changing years since the birth of the 
 Big Poplar in this narrow nook some unregistered day in the long, 
 long ago. Here it stood before the first of an unbroken line of 
 Jesse Moores, back in later colonial days, cleared away the cane- 
 brake along John's River, carved out a home amid these encircling 
 mountains, and called the valley Globe. Rattle of flintlocks at 
 King's Mountain, buzz of the Hornets of Mecklenburg, or, earlier 
 still, the music of the merry-makers in Tryon's Palace and the 
 cooing of little Virginia Dare — were they not in those ante-wire- 
 less days borne hither on wings of ether to the high topmost 
 boughs of the Big Poplar? Oh what has not its mantled ears 
 heard — what is not inwrought in its inmost fibers ? Silent sphinx 
 of the hills, unspeaking, majestic, yet content with Big Branch 
 hollow, undiscordant neighbor for unnumbered years. 
 
 And how long it was in the making! A very prodigal with 
 decades and even centuries ; thousands of daily summer suns ; 
 millions of rain-drops and snow-flakes and breeze-kisses and dew- 
 sparkles. On and on went the work of growth day and night; 
 up and down rushed the tide of life, spring and autumn; and 
 above it always the sleepless, inescapable eye of the Infinite ! 
 
 Yet, you may be sure, the Big Poplar did not reach his proud 
 position without a life of struggle; no greatness is ever achieved 
 without that. The infant tree was no doubt exposed repeatedly 
 to the hostile tread of prowling beasts, to the downfall of crash- 
 
JAMES DANIEL MOORE. 49 
 
 ing limbs,' or perchance to the uprooting freshets of the Big 
 Bmnch. Yet it survived : survived the ice and snow and cHnging 
 sleet of winter ; withstood the storm of pelting hail and bough- 
 breaking wind; heard unmoved the deafening thunder reverber- 
 ating through the valley ; saw the sun veiled by eclipse as if fore- 
 casting the final Judgment; felt the shock of earthquake, yet stood 
 his ground ! No ; the Big Poplar, like the poetic saint, was not, 
 
 and could not be — 
 
 " . . carried to the skies 
 On flowery beds of ease." 
 * * * 
 
 Beautiful, grand forest-monarch, unconquered by any natural 
 foes, only man shall be thy master and— thy murderer ! Once in 
 a while it was smitten by the axe of the woodman as he cleared 
 away the underbrush about it making way for pasture. Some- 
 times the rail-splitter would figure on the fencing that could be 
 made out of it, but the Big Poplar was left standing. The house- 
 builder saw in it an abundance of good lumber, but the logs would 
 away. The wood-getter wished for some magic wand whereby 
 he could change it into many cords of stove-wood, sawed and 
 split and seasoned and stored. Ah, man was eyeing the Big 
 Poplar, sizing him up, making calculations about him, coolly get- 
 ting ready for the massacre, awaiting the opportune moment for 
 slaughter. Yet still the Big Poplar stood there in the Big Branch 
 pasture, smaller trees now shorn from around it, the cattle grazing 
 at its base or chewing the cud beneath its summer shade ! 
 
 At last the lumberman came into that quiet valley and surveyed 
 the virgin forests mantling its crests, slopes and hollows. The 
 siren jingle of silver won the consent of the neighborhood land- 
 owners and so sentence of death was passed upon many a fine 
 oak, chestnut, pine, poplar, cherry and walnut. Never mind the 
 business side of it; that was all right— it was a financial blessmg 
 to the people, developing latent resources and throwing into their 
 hands many a dollar that would never have gotten into the county. 
 But what lover of Nature can see unmoved a forest shorn of its 
 glory, mangled, scarred, mutilated, dying? Or who would not 
 
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 resent the slaughter of a great tree thick with early associations, 
 fraught with heart-secrets and memories, innocent as the whitest 
 flake out of the snow-cloud ? 
 
 Of course the Big Poplar was doomed. Sharp the axes were 
 ground that morning; their keen edges were driven by brawny 
 arms toward the heart of the mighty tree. Blow after blow, blow 
 after blow, and at last — the monarch of the Big Branch hollow 
 wavered like a wounded eagle arrow-struck in mid-air, then down 
 with a shriek and crash, shaking the hillsides and sending its 
 echoes out into and up and down the valley ! 
 
 And with such a dying groan the Big Poplar, wakeful every 
 moment for many a long year, fell asleep on the bosom of Mother 
 Earth. 
 
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 Sharp and keen and swift the saw severing the fallen trunk 
 once, twice, thrice, four times ; and the fine old poplar is nothing 
 now but uneven stump, broken branches, and big saw-logs. Let 
 stump and branches rot, burn, or cumber the ground; out with 
 the logs, and on to the mills and the markets ! 
 
 In come the slow strong oxen under the whip and yell of their 
 drivers. The logs one by one are secured, the word is said, the 
 yokes are strained, and the home of the Big Poplar is left behind 
 forever. Through a ford of the Big Branch, on by the Graveyard 
 Hill, then across the Gate Field, and down to the bank of the 
 clear, dashing, shallow, torrential John's River. Here, and almost 
 in sight of the stump, the huge logs, already scarred and be- 
 grimed, are left to await a freshet started by the splash-dams up 
 the valley or caused by the downpour of the clouds. Then into 
 the swollen, surging stream the logs are rolled. The current 
 seizes them, hurls them against one another, drags them over 
 the grinding rocks, bears them onward by overlooking moimtains 
 and beneath weeping skies, on through Sideling Hill Gorge out 
 of their native valley, on and on till they are caught by the long 
 arm of the lumberman's boom and swung out of the water. Then 
 
JAMES DANIEL MOORE. 51 
 
 the sawyer does his work, ripping them into slabs and planks and 
 sawdust; then the hot kiln, till water and sap are gone; then the 
 transporting cars and the transforming factory, re-sawing, plan- 
 ing, fitting, manufacturing; and then each piece to its place in 
 residence, school room, office or store, far away in the lowlands 
 or across the sea ! 
 
 So wdiere is the Big Poplar to-day? One plank in a Gastonia 
 coffin, a strip in the drawer of a High Point desk, shavings in 
 Lenoir, slabs at Collettsvihe, a few log splinters at Sideling Hill, 
 some pieces of bark in the Gate Field, and the old stump still on 
 the banks of the Big Branch ! 
 
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 I stand by the old stump, mark its decay, walk around its 
 crumbling base : vacant air above, where the proud tree rose ; no 
 chattering squirrel now in lofty boughs ; no cud-chewers lying 
 on the grass in the leafy shade. Ah, no ! The axe and the ox, 
 the river and the saw, have done their work. The remains of 
 the woodland giant are scattered more widely and worse than the 
 bones in the valley of Ezekiel's vision: weatherboarding here 
 under the constant assault of the elements ; desks there for school 
 children to mark up and whittle; coffins yonder for the burial of 
 the dead ! Scattered, widely scattered ; and there is no prophet 
 to recall them here and re-erect the magnificent life of the past. 
 
 A dead, irrevocable love is the Big Poplar now, but ever shall 
 it be a sweet and living memory. 
 
 Right C. IMoori:. 
 
 Raleigh, North Caeolina, 
 August, 1904. 
 
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 CHAPTEK XI. 
 
 Sunset and evening star, 
 
 And one clear call for me! 
 And may there be no moaning of the bar 
 
 When I put out to sea. 
 
 — Tennyson: Crossing the Bar. 
 
 JtrHEN there came forth a summons for Mr. Standfast. This 
 ^^ Mr. Standfast was he whom the rest of the pilgrims found 
 upon his knees in the Enchanted Ground. And the post brought 
 it to him open in his hands : the contents thereof were, that he 
 must prepare for a change of hfe, for his Master was not willing 
 that he should be so far from him any longer. At this Air. Stand- 
 fast was put into a muse. Nay, said the messenger, you need not 
 doubt of the truth of my message ; for here is a token of the truth 
 thereof, "Thy wheel is broken at the cistern." 
 
 In such fashion does John Bunyan, near the end of his good 
 and very beautiful story, begin to relate to us how the final sum- 
 mons was answered by one of his pilgrims. This allegory of the 
 passing of Mr. Standfast is so apt in very many respects to the 
 case in hand that the compiler of these pages has not been able 
 to gain his consent to omit it. The death of Mr. Aloore was sud- 
 den, as sudden as the breaking of the wheel at the cistern, but 
 that does not signify that he was unprepared for this supreme 
 moment. Far from it. On the contrary, he had mused over the 
 summons many times during his earthly sojourn, and had spent 
 his Christian life setting in order his spiritual affairs against the 
 day when he should be called away. And it so happened that 
 after he was gone his four sons discovered among his records 
 that even the condition of his earthly estate had been set down 
 in order by this prudent man less than two months before he 
 passed over to be with his Lord. He had so lived indeed as if 
 believing the time of his summons to be ever near and as if he 
 foreknew that the manner of his going would be swift and quick. 
 Not a few times had he spoken of it, saying that he wished in this 
 way to take his departure, to go suddenly from the midst of life's 
 
JAMES DANIEL MOORE. 53 
 
 activities, without being permitted to linger long in helpless afflic- 
 tion or lag superfluous in decrepit old age. And it was so. On 
 the fourth Sunday in July he taught the Sunday school lesson; 
 it was on the Gracious Invitation, "Seek ye the Lord while He 
 may be found." The following week, while on a mountain trip 
 for needed recreation, he attended a Gospel mission meeting at 
 Three Forks Baptist Church in Watauga County, where, accord- 
 ing to a newspaper correspondent, "he filled his place well in the 
 discussions, making two or three great speeches," one of them 
 having been delivered Sunday on the subject of the Holy Spirit. 
 The following week he returned home. Saturday he^was in his 
 business office at work, and on the next day he was taken. Being 
 prepared, he needed no warning of incurable disease, and, being 
 obedient, he needed no discipline of long suffering. 
 
 There is another similitude or two in this allegory of the de- 
 parture of Mr. Standfast. In the further part of the story, which 
 shall be set down presently, it is related that "there was a great 
 calm at that time in the river; wherefore Mr. Standfast, when 
 he was about halfway in, stood a while and talked with his com- 
 panions that had waited upon him hither." Now, when Mr. 
 Moore was taken, it was on the Lord's day at an hour of great 
 calm. With him were his physician, his beloved wife, and his 
 son — these were the companions of his last hours. And if it had 
 been permitted to him to speak to them when he was "about half- 
 way in" the river, his last words, it is easy for us to think, would 
 have been so like those of Mr. Standfast that we can almost hear 
 his voice; so often, while he was yet with us, did we hear him 
 speak words that were like them. 
 
 Having shown the reason wherefore we have mentioned the 
 further part of the allegory about the last words of Bunyan's 
 saint, let us now give them as narrated in the book: 
 
 "When ^Ir. Standfast had thus set things in order, and the 
 time being come for him to haste him away, he also went down 
 to the river. Now there was a great calm at that time in the 
 river; wherefore Mr. Standfast, when he was about halfway in, 
 stood a while, and talked with his companions that had waited 
 upon him thither. And he said, This river has been a terror to 
 
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 many; yea, the thoughts of it also have often frightened me; but 
 now methinks I stand easy ; my foot is fixed upon that on which 
 the feet of the priests that bare the ark of the covenant stood 
 while Israel went over Jordan. (Josh. 3:17.) The waters in- 
 deed are to the palate bitter, and to the stomach cold ; yet the 
 thoughts of what I am going to, and of the convoy that waits 
 me on the other side, do lie as a glowing coal at my heart. I see 
 myself now at the end of my journey; my toilsome days are 
 ended. I am going to see that head which was crowned with 
 thorns, and that face which was spit upon for me. I have for- 
 merly lived by hearsay and faith ; but now I go where I shall live 
 by sight, and shall be with Him in whose company I delight 
 myself. I have loved to hear my Lord spoken of; and wherever 
 I have seen the print of his shoe in the earth, there I have coveted 
 to set my foot too. His name has been to me as a civet-box : yea, 
 sweeter than all perfumes. His voice to me has been most sweet, 
 and his countenance I have more desired than they that have most 
 desired the light of the sun. His words I did use to gather for 
 my food, and for antidotes against my faintings. He hath held 
 me, and hath kept me from mine iniquities; yea, my steps hath 
 he strengthened in his way. 
 
 "Now, while he was thus in discourse, his countenance changed ; 
 his strong man bowed under him : and after he had said, Take 
 me, for I come unto Thee, he ceased to be seen of them. 
 
 ''But glorious it was to see how the open region was filled with 
 horses and chariots, with trumpeters and pipers, with singers and 
 players upon stringed instruments, to welcome the pilgrims as 
 they went up, and followed one another in at the beautiful gate." 
 
 And now that he has crossed over, it is so that when we would 
 recall the last message of our dear dead friend, we find ourselves 
 recalling his life, his gentle words, his good deeds, his kind heart, 
 his fervent prayers, and his steadfast faith, through all of which 
 he yet speaks. The fragrance of his life breathes upon us like 
 a sweet benediction from the past. Our memory of him is set 
 with pleasing thoughts as the fields are starred with many flowers. 
 Passing along the way appointed for him to walk, he perfected 
 day by day his preparation for the summons, whether at morning, 
 noon, or midnight, which should mark his journey's end; and 
 when the summons came he was ready. The spirit in which he 
 
JAMBS DANIEL MO ORB. 55 
 
 ordered his daily walk is beautifully portrayed in the following 
 brief passage ; and as we look back upon his now completed life, 
 his example still beckoning to us with its persuasive influences, 
 we may each feel moved to no more fitting aspiration than that 
 breathed by the stricken poet in these lines : 
 
 Thus 
 I wish to live, life's aims subserved to God; 
 And each continued day and hour regard 
 As special gifts to be improved for him; 
 To wear the girdle of the world about my loins 
 So loosely that a moment will suffice 
 To break the clasp and lay it down. 
 
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 CHAPTER XII. 
 
 ^ g>un=CroU)neii ILxit. 
 
 " Son of Hur," he said, gravely, "the Lord has been good to you in these later years. 
 You have much to be thankful for. Is it not time to decide finally the meaning of the 
 gift of the great fortune now all in your hands, and growing? 
 
 "1 decided that long ago. The fortune was meant for the service of the giver; not a 
 
 part, Simonides, but all of it. The question with me has been, How can I make it most 
 
 useful in his cause? 
 
 —From the last chapter of Ben Hur: A Tale of the Christ. 
 
 (Funeral address by Rev. F. C. Hickson, of Gaffney, S. C, at the First 
 Baptist Church of Gastonia, August 8, 1905.) 
 
 EVERAL years ago I stood on Caesar's Head and saw the 
 sun set. The mountain peaks to the westward are of such 
 varied heights as to break the light of the setting sun into the 
 seven colors of the rainbow. I had seen the sun that day at noon 
 in all its might and glory. But its light dazzled me; it was not 
 half so beautiful as now. I knew J. D. Moore in the glare and 
 glory of his active, splendid life. It was glorious to see him live. 
 But now at the sunset there breaks across the horizon a halo of 
 beauty radiant and glorious. His life has fallen upon me to-day 
 with unspeakable sweetness and blessing. 
 
 When I ought to be weeping for my loss, my soul is thrilled 
 as the memory of his life plays like a skilled musician upon every 
 chord of my heart and makes an anthem of delight in the chamber 
 of my soul. I can not weep. I want to sing. I am full of joy. 
 
 When the pastor asked me to say something, I could not choose 
 a text for the press of passages that presented themselves to my 
 mind. I shall just let a few of these passages, with some of their 
 lessons, come and lay themselves upon your hearts. How full and 
 rich and sweet and blessed is the Bible on occasions Hke this ! 
 
 You remember when that good woman Dorcas died and they 
 sent for Peter, not to preach her funeral, but to raise her again 
 to life, those who had been the recipients of various articles of her 
 handiwork came and held them up there in the presence of her 
 silent body and of Peter and the rest, and said, ''See here what 
 
JAMES DANIEL MOORE. 57 
 
 kindness she did me," each possibly touching in gratitude those 
 fingers now so quiet, so strangely idle. It was so natural. They 
 had gratitude before, but never like now. Would it not be a great 
 funeral for J. D. ^loore if every one who has ever received some 
 token of his love were to hold them up here before his poor dead 
 face? Is there one in all this town and country who would not 
 have his tribute to pay? When I got off the train to-day and 
 started to his home, as I have so often done, at the first corner 
 I came upon a group of colored people. They were talking of 
 Mr. Moore, and they wept as they talked. Each remembered that 
 he had done him or her a kindness. Ah! If I were to bring 
 every token of his kindness done to me and lay it beside his casket 
 here^ there would be no room for any one else in this house. 
 ''Whosoever shall give a cup of cold water to one of my disciples 
 shall not lose his reward." 
 
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 Some one in Charlotte made the inquiry, "How much was J. 
 D. Moore worth when he died?" I said I don't know about his 
 possessions here in this world. It is a wonder if he has anything, 
 he was so lavish in his giving. But I do know he has a very large 
 fortune in heaven to-day. "Blessed are the dead which die in the 
 Lord from henceforth : Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest 
 from their labors ; and their works do follow them"— that is, the 
 accumulation of their life goes along with them. This is how it is 
 we lay up treasure in heaven. Jesus, our blessed Redeemer, pur- 
 chased eternal Hfe for us and gave us a glorious mansion in his 
 Father's home all free. But when he gave us this new life he 
 said, "Use it and all its accumulations shall be your inheritance 
 
 above." 
 
 J. D. Moore was not poor of money in this world. He acquired 
 from the very start and increased all the way along. He was too 
 good a steward not to be entrusted largely with the Lord's money. 
 But all this bank and factory stock and real estate and money 
 seem a paltry sum to him to-day as he takes stock among his 
 heavenly goods. One day I went up stairs into a sick room. The 
 man said he had been taken sick on his arrival here and had not 
 
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 done a day's work and his wife had been compelled to stay in 
 and nurse him till they had spent all they had brought with them. 
 I said, "We can furnish you some." ''No need," he answered, 
 "Mr. Moore came up here to-day and saw us, and went away and 
 sent us everything we need." Time after time I have heard him 
 say, "Send to my store and get whatever you need and if won't 
 be charged to you." I used to wonder how he managed to find 
 every case of need. He never needed to be reminded of a case 
 of want He knew every house in this town where there was 
 trouble or need and he was at their service, and they knew it. He 
 kept no books against the Lord and the poor, he just poured out 
 unto them as he had opportunity and rejoiced to do it. Little did 
 he then think or care what a splendid business proposition that 
 sort of life was. He knows to-day. I think I can see him as with 
 blushing surprise he asks, "When, when, did I do this for you. 
 Master?" 
 
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 Not only did he lay up his money in heaven. There never was 
 a sweeter balm in Gilead than the voice of J. D. Moore. Some 
 people go to the great conservatories of music to train their voices 
 to sing. J. D. Moore went surely to the great school of Christ 
 and trained his voice to soothe an aching heart. Many and many 
 a one here to-day could testify with me of how, when they looked 
 into that handsome face, beaming with love, and listened to his 
 gentle, sweet, honest words, the oil of healing came. This was 
 not once. His face was a beam of sunshine and his voice a song 
 of joy from one end of this town to the other the most of his 
 life. Every time I look down at that casket there I find myself 
 about to say, "God bless you, I thank you; with all my heart, I 
 thank you !" I shall count it one of the sweetest privileges in 
 heaven to take J. D. Aloore by the hand and, in the presence of 
 my Lord, tell him of the many kindnesses he did me here; and I 
 am sure my Lord will reward him. 
 
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 I am so glad that while he was yet alive I told him what I 
 thought of him. On one occasion since I left here I preached 
 
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 from this text, "Ye tithe mint and anise and cummin and neglect 
 the weightier matters of the law, justice, mercy and faith." I 
 used the most delicate and accurate balance to illustrate justice. 
 The just man would not put the tiniest particle of dust in the 
 balances to make it pull down in his favor. I wrote to him and 
 said, ''That is my opinion of you : and more, I believe you always 
 fulfill that other principle of the law and put more in your fellow- 
 man's side than your own." I never knew a more honorable man 
 than J. D. Moore. He loved to make money. His eye 
 kindled with delight at the prospect of business which paid. 
 If anything could depress his spirits it was depression of 
 business. And yet I but speak what every one here whd 
 knew him will agree to, that if J. D. Moore could have had the 
 fortune of Rockefeller for one lie, he would not have paid the 
 price. More than that, I believe if financial reverses had over- 
 taken him such as would have forced a choice of paying his honest 
 debts and leaving himself and family penniless he would have 
 paid his debts — and no man loved his wife and children better 
 than he. But he loved his honor above life itself. There never 
 lived a truer man than J. D. Moore. He was so tender of heart 
 for the feelings of others that I once was about to question 
 whether he were acting perfectly true to himself and the Cause. 
 But I stopped, and said, "If you hadn't gone as far as the farthest 
 of Pickett's men at Gettysburg and was brought off broken and 
 bleeding from shot and shell, I'd call you a coward." He smiled 
 and a tear came into my eye. Ah, he would do to trust ! 
 
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 I said that Bro. Moore would turn that scale in his fellow- 
 man's favor — he was a merciful man. His whole life was proof 
 of that, in that he was always carrying other people's loads. But 
 did you notice that he never asked you to carry his load for him ? 
 
 If ever there was a man who "Gave others the sunshine and 
 told Jesus the rest," that man was J. D. Moore. I said to him 
 one day, "Bro. Moore, you have borne so many of my burdens 
 and carried so many of my sorrows, I would like to help you 
 bear some of your troubles; but you never tell me any of them. 
 
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 Do you never have any troubles ?" "Yes," he answered, "but the 
 Lord can manage them better than you can, and then you have 
 enough of your own." This was not because he despised human 
 sympathy. No man desired more than he the good opinion and 
 kindly sympathy of his fellow-men. He was a modest man and 
 used to hold down his head when I said kind things about him, 
 but the expression on his face showed his heart was full. He 
 didn't tell me his troubles because he didn't want to distress me. 
 
 * * * 
 
 It saddens me to think I shall never see that face again, and 
 never more be charmed by the lithe, joyous spring of his splendid 
 form as he walks our streets. But his higher and better self is 
 with me still and shall remain. He has joined that great cloud of 
 witnesses who hold us in full survey, and his presence there shall 
 add to the inspiration and aspirations we feel in this Christian 
 race. He will walk by my side and speak comfortingly to me 
 still. More than ever he has come into my heart and life, and 
 become a potential factor in my every act. I thank God that I 
 knew him and walked with him in his life, but greater is my 
 gratitude that he walks with me more closely and helpfully now. 
 His memory shall be blessed forevermore ; but more than ever his 
 presence shall cheer and help me. 
 
 "Wherefore, seeing we also are compassed about with so great a 
 cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which 
 doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that 
 is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of 
 our faith." 
 
ASLEEP.