Death of Col. Jones.

A Prominent Citizen of Cartersville Passes Away.

A Good and Useful Life.

Funeral Largely attended—Words of Eulogy Pronounced Over His Bier—Buried at Oak Hill.

Colonel Robert H. Jones died at his home in Cartersville on Thursday morning last at 3 o’clock.

His death was not an unexpected event to his family and friends, nevertheless, it fell as a great shock on the community. He had been in feeble health for some time. About eight months ago he had a stroke of paralysis which rendered him quite helpless and slowly, gradually, his life ebbed away. He suffered a great deal during his sickness but bore his pains with patience and resignation, as those do who possess a hope of sweet rest and peace in the great beyond.

Colonel Jones was born in Elbert county in September, 1828, and moved to Cartersville in 1853 when he established himself in the business of the manufacture and sale of carriages, buggies and wagons. The business he established is running yet under the name of the R. H. Jones & Sons Manufacturing Co. He was, therefore, the oldest business man in Cartersville.

When the call of his country for defenders was heard he entered the confederate army. He was elected colonel of the 22d Georgia regiment at its organization August 30, 1861. He was a gallant soldier and was in the notable engagements in which his command figured in Virginia. He more than once distinguished himself for special acts of gallantry on the field and after higher officers were killed or disabled at Sharpsburg, commanded the R. H. Anderson division. In this engagement he received a severe wound being shot through the lung, and receiving injuries from which he never recovered. He was a minister of the gospel having joined the Methodist conference in 1849. He did much good as a preacher and was zealous in church work.

Col. Jones leaves six children, who are Mrs. W. B. Sadler, Mrs. Bilbro, Mr. Glenn Jones, of Anniston; Mr. John W. Jones, of Rome; Mrs. A. S. Quillian, of Atlanta and Mr. Felton Jones.

The funeral occurred from the Methodist church at 3 o’clock on Wednesday afternoon, and was largely attended. He was an honored member of P. M. B. Young Camp of confederate veterans and the camp turned out as a body. They were accorded a place next the bier in the funeral procession and occupied prominent seats in the church. The service was opened with a hymn, followed by prayer by Rev. John T. Norris, then a hymn “How Firm a Foundation,” then a lesson from Corinthians, 15th chapter, and the funeral discourse by Dr. W. F. Quillian, of LaGrange, from the text: “I have fought a good fight,” &c.

Dr. Quillian spoke tenderly of his deceased friend, and read strong passages applicable to Col. Jones’ life. He spoke of his business relations, his social life and home life, in all of which his actions were characterized by tenderness and Christian love. Col. Jones was not only a Christian but a soldier. He was a man of indomitable will and superior courage and devotion to duty was a supreme principle in his life. He ventured the statement that in ten or fifteen years from today that name would be spoken with bated breath and honored more than it is honored today. He spoke of Col. Jones’ relations with those of his employ and the colored people who evinced their love for him. Many of these were among the mourners at his funeral.

Rev. John T. Norris expressed a peculiar gratification at his having been permitted to enjoy over a quarter of a century’s acquaintanceship with Col. Jones, who had kept and illustrated the injunctions of the apostles. The same enthusiasm, tireless activity and zeal with which he had achieved success in business were manifest in his spiritual life.

Rev. Sam Jones said when he looked at the gray haired comrades and the scene of tears about him he thought of another scene above the stars where his good grandmother and grandfather and good Milton Loveless and Col. Howard and Col. Harris and Brother Trammell and good old Sister Hood would meet Uncle Bob; there would be no tears there but smiles and shouts. He spoke of his uncle’s pains and sufferings, “such as you or I will never have to bear.” A braver soldier never drew a sword, and he never showed the white feather in any conflict of life.

The remains were interred at Oak Hill.

Col. Jones had an insurance amounting to $12,000 on his life, $10,000 in the Mutual of Kentucky and $2,000 in the Knights of Honor.