Hannah Selye Loomis
Sherburne News, April 23, 1868
LOOMIS: In Rochester [Monroe Co., NY], Apr. 6, Hannah Loomis, aged 94. Mrs. Loomis was born in Spencertown, Columbia co., Jan. 11, 1775. She was first married to Major Lewis Selye, of Chittenango, in 1805, by whom she had one son, Hon. Lewis Selye, present member of Congress from the Rochester District. She was married the second time to Captain Silas Loomis, of Columbus, in 1814, who died some 9 years ago.
Delia L. (Allen) Clark
Sherburne News, April 23, 1868
CLARK: In Mobile, Ala., Apr. 5, Mrs. Delia L., wife of Willis G. Clark, late Editor of the Mobile Advertiser. The Rochester Democrat says: "In the several relations of daughter, sister and wife, the deceased was affectionate and lovely, and throughout her life she exemplified the religion she early professed. Cut down in the mid-day of life and usefulness, she exchanges the home [for the]companionship of the Savior in whom she trusted. Mrs. Clark was a daughter of the late Deacon M. Allen of Mt. Morris, and a sister of S.P. Allen, of this city, and her husband was a brother of Mrs. D. Mitchell of this city. She was born in Smyrna [Chenango Co., NY], Oct. 26th, 1823.
Sylvester Benton
Sherburne News, April 23, 1868
BENTON: In Sherburne [Chenango Co., NY], March 21, Sylvester Benton, aged 76. The deceased was born in West Stockbridge, Mass., May 9, 1792. At about the age of four years his parents removed with him to Sherburne, and located on a farm on Handsome Brook, then a wilderness. Being the oldest of a numerous family, and of a very robust constitution, he was called to endure the hardship and privation of a pioneer life in youth. He acquired habits of industry and economy, which he carried with him to the last days of his life. At the age of ten or twelve years he was hopefully converted, and was baptized Dec. 6, 1807, and united with the Baptist church in Sherburne. As he matured to manhood he was very persevering in the business of his calling, and occupied responsible stations in the Church and community. In 1816 he was married to Betsey [Benedict], the oldest daughter of Stephen Benedict, who, with five surviving children, mourn his departure. At the later period he almost entirely withdrew from the bustle and scenes of strife which agitate the public, and retired almost exclusively to his own home. His last illness was brief, and he died in the Faith.
James Williams
Sherburne News, May 14, 1868
WILLIAMS: In Columbus [Chenango Co., NY], on Wednesday, April 29, James Williams, in the 26th year of his age. On Tuesday, the day before his death, the deceased harnessed a colt to a one horse wagon, to go to the village, three-fourths of a mile distant. The colt, which had been harnessed but a few times before, being frightened by the wagon, became at once unmanageable; ran to the village all the way down hill, and turning the corner, threw Mr. Williams against a tree with such violence that those who saw the accident say it seemed to wind him around it. Being taken up and carried home, it was found that both his legs were broken. The painful process of setting the fractured limbs, he endured with great fortitude, conversed cheerfully with his friends after it was over, and for about 12 hours after, seemed as comfortable as could be expected. Then, however, he became drowsy, sank into a sleep from which it was impossible to rouse him, and so died. Mr. Williams was a young man of more than usual promise and character. It would be impossible to pay any just tribute to his worth in so brief a notice as this. More than any such words the record of his life; his three years in the army as a member of the 114th N.Y. Vols., where he maintained so well the bearing of a soldier and a man; the bitter grief of his stricken family; the sense of loss that pervades the whole community, where he was universally loved and respected speak his praise. While his death so sudden and violent, after he had escaped the dangers of the camp, the battlefield and the southern prison, is another illustration of the meaning of the scripture warning, In such an hour as ye think not.
Harriet (Lewis) Newton
Sherburne News, June 11, 1868
NEWTON: In Sherburne [Chenango Co., NY], Monday night, June 1, Harriet, wife of Lucius Newton, and daughter of Dea. Charles Lewis, aged 39. She was blessed with religious instruction from early childhood, and gave her heart to the Lord and united with the Baptist church in this place at the early age of 12 years. She was an earnest and devoted worker in the Lord's vineyard. Trained in the Sunday School from a child, she felt a great interest in this kind of Christian labor. She gathered a large class of young ladies about her who delighted to call her "Teacher," and won their hearts by her piety, faithfulness and ability. She also went out into destitute and neglected districts, and told children and youth, that seldom or never visited the sanctuary, of a Savior. She was faithful to her covenant vows in the church, her place in the Sanctuary was seldom vacant, and she was constant in her attendance at the social meetings, even when her health had so failed that it was evidently imprudent for her to attend; and she is now, and long will be missed in the Chruch and in the Sunday school, as she is in her family and neighborhood. Her long sickness was greatly blessed to her spiritual growth, and death had lost his terrors long before he was permitted to lay his icy fingers upon her. Her confidence in Christ was remarkable, and the peace that it gave her was scarcely disturbed. Her funeral was attended the Thursday after her death, at the house where she lived and where she died, by a large concourse of people, and a large circle of friends, mourning their loss, and in deep sympathy with the afflicted family, followed her remains to their last resting palce, where she shall rest until she experiences in all its incomprehensible fullness and glory, the sentiment of the following hymn, which she wrote some years since:
When will this gloomy night have ending?
When will the glorious morning come?
When, on the Eastern clouds descending,
Jesus shall gather his people home.
long have I looked for thine appearing,
Striving in vain to pierce the shade;
Guiding my steps with doubt and fearing,
Trusting Thee still, and undismayed.
Long have my weary feet been straying,
Stumbling oft in the gloomy road--
Still, 'mid the darkness ever praying;
"Hasten the morning--O my God!"
"Lo," is the glorious promise given,
"Quickly I come." I'll wait and pray;
Soon! shall the drifting clouds be riven;
Soon! shall appear the Perfect Day.
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