Obituaries (26)

Bertha G. Hancock

July 8, 1877 - Jan. 20, 1895

There occurred in our village [Bainbridge, Chenango Co., NY], last Sunday morning, one of the saddest events we have ever been called to chronicle.  Miss Bertha G. Hancock who had been ill for nearly two weeks, but was thought to be rapidly improving, suddenly grew worse on Saturday and, in spite of all that medical skill could do, died at ten o'clock the following day.  Miss Hancock was born in this place July 8th , 1877, and has passed her entire life here.  She was a young lady much beloved, and her death is a great shock, not only to the family but to the community at large.  Her funeral will be held from the M.E. church of which she was a devoted member today at 10:30 o'clock.  The family have the sympathy of the death of the entire community.

Lines written on the death of Bertha G. Hancock by Mrs. C.E.C.

Oh, ye winds whisper it softly;

A loved one has gone to rest;

Bertha is quietly sleeping,

Pillowed on Jesus' breast.

We ask, why did she leave us?

That, we cannot understand;

But we shall know hereafter,

When we join that heavenly land.

She is happy with her Saviour,

Though we mourn for her today,

And, if faithful, we shall see her,

When this life has passed away.

She has gone to live with Jesus,

Free from every care and pain;

She has left this World of sadness,

There with Jesus Christ to reign.

Samuel Gilmore

July 29, 1827 - January 5, 1895

Samuel Gilmore, a much respected resident of this place [Bainbridge, Chenango Co., NY], departed this life to a higher and better [place] on Saturday night last.  His loss will be greatly felt by a large circle of friends, as he was ever ready to lend a helping hand to every good cause.  He will be especially missed in the M.E. church of which he was a consistent member and one that was always present when health permitted.  He leaves a wife to mourn his loss, who has the sympathy of the community.  His funeral was held on Tuesday at 12 o'clock at the house and 1 p.m. at the church.  A large concourse of people were in attendance.  Rev. T.F. Hall officiated, interment in the West Bainbridge cemetery.

Sophronia Thomas

died November 22, 1894 

Mrs. Sophronia Thomas, widow of Edward Thomas, died at her home on corner of North Main and Evans street [Bainbridge, Chenango Co., NY], Thursday, Nov. 22, 1894, aged 68 years.  Mrs. Thomas was an invalid for several years.  Her last illness was protracted and painful, yet born with Christian fortitude and resignation  Funeral services were held at her late residence, Saturday afternoon at 3 o'clock, Rev. T.F. Hall officiating, assisted by Rev. R. H. Stearns.  Interment in the Episcopal church cemetery.

John A. Green
died December 28, 1894

The death of John A. Green, a highly respected resident of Port Dickinson [Broome Co., NY], occurred at that place at 3 o'clock this morning.  Mr. Green was born in Port Dickinson 44 years ago and by his upright dealings and friendly manners has won for himself a large circle of friends who will be pained to learn of his death.  He was an earnest member of the Baptist church.  A wife and one daughter, his mother and sister.  Mrs. Olendorf of Nineveh, survive him.  The funeral will be held Sunday afternoon at 2 o'clock and the burial will be in the Chenango Valley cemetery.  Undertaker Cornell will have charge of the obsequies.

Hattie Hovey

1889 - 1897

A gloom was cast over this community Thursday when it was learned that Hattie, youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Hovey, was dead.  She had only been sick a few days which makes it doubly sad.  She was only eight years old and a very bright child.  The service was held at the house Sunday, Rev. Mr. Percy of Masonville officiating, burial at Afton [Chenango Co., NY - Glenwood Cemetery].

In her little narrow casket

Sweetly little Hattie rests,

Snow white hands are gently folded

On her silent little breast.

Never more will pain or sorrow

Come to cloud our darling's brow,

In lands of saints immortal

She is ever happy now.

How we miss our little treasure

And so lonely seems the day,

Little dresses now are folded

Little playthings laid away.

But we hope in yon bright heaven

With our love done yet to dwell,

God gave, He took, He will restore,

He doeth all things well.