In Memoriam:  At a late date we have learned the extremely sad intelligence of the death of highly esteemed old friend, Capt Zach Morris, of Geneva, Ala.  His death we understand was due to blood poisoning.  He has been a sufferer for year or two, we do not remember the exact time, his many friends rejoiced over the hope that the dread disease had been conquered.  But all in vain.  The insidious foe to health and happiness had gained too firm a hold.  He bore his sufferings with that heroic fortitude characteristic of the man.

We shall never forget our last meeting, which took place in a journey from Pensacola, while he was on his return from his last surgical operation in the city of New Orleans.  His conversation that night revealed a firm trust in the loving dispensations of a Merciful and Infinitely Good God.

In the death of Capt Morris, Geneva has lost one of her Noblest citizens, the fraternity of steamboat men, one of the best and most popular Captains that ever piloted the Chotawhatchie.  While alas: the loss to family and friends can never be repaired.  Kind.  Generous and Noblehearted, an appeal to his generous disposition never went neglected.  There was a time - our first acquaintance - when our business dealings was almost daily, and his strict business integrity, as well as genial disposition won our sincere regard, which a subsequent acquaintance to the day of his death, we rejoice to say, was never broken.  Our Friend has gone from the active scenes of life, and from the companionship to those he loved.  But he is not gone forever.  Therefore we will not weep as to those who have no hope, for we have a hope strong as reality, that we shall meet again.

Therefore we would say to those who mourn, our old friend is not dead, but sleepeth.  Weep not as those who have no hope.  "For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring him."  Therefore comfort one another with these words:

	"And now we bid our friend farewell,
	To sleep awhile in the silent grave;
	But not forever there to dwell;
	For Jesus Christ hath died to save.
	This comfort to our hears we bring,
	From out the precious Word of God;
	And thus with pleasure may we sing.
Gill called to sleep beneath the sod.

By the Editor.

Published in the Holmes County Advertiser, Bonifay FL, Wednesday, Nov 30, 1898