Sherburne News, Sherburne, NY, April 22, 1876
Deaths
POWELL: In Earlville [Madison Co. NY], April 20th, Mrs. Harriet Powell, aged 62 years.
IRONS: In this town [Sherburne, Chenango Co. NY], on the 18th inst., Mamie [Irons] daughter of Jessie and Hattie Irons, aged 3 years and 6 months.
FOWLER: In Smyrna [Chenango Co. NY], April 15th, Frank W. Fowler, aged 19 years and 27 days.
"Death loves a shining mark." A very exemplary young man, endeared to all his friends and acquaintances. Bright and promising, high expectations were formed of his future usefulness. We will long mourn his loss, though conscious he has returned to a happier home.
We learn that Mrs. Lewis Powell of Earlville [Madison Co. NY] died very suddenly on Thursday morning last. She was in usual health Wednesday and during the afternoon called on some of her neighbors, and in the evening retired apparently well. She expired about four o'clock in the morning. We do not learn the cause of her death, though some express the opinion that she was taken with a fit. The funeral takes place today.
Bainbridge Republican, Bainbridge, NY, April 22, 1876
Deaths
PRINCE: In this village [Bainbridge, Chenango Co. NY], April 20th, 1876, at the residence of her son, Dr. G. Prince, Mrs. Cynthia Prince, aged 82 years.
WINSOR: In Bainbridge [Chenango Co. NY], April 6th, 1876, Miss Ella Winsor, aged 27 years.
CARTER: In Afton [Chenango Co. NY], April 17th, 1876, Thomas Carter.
Wilkins Settlement [Chenango Co. NY]: Mr. Thomas Carter, an old resident of this place, but late of Afton, departed this life, after a long and lingering illness, on Monday last. The funeral services were held at North Afton on Wednesday, and the remains were deposited in the cemetery at that place with Masonic honors.
Josephine B. Monfort died April 14th, 1876, aged 39 years and 8 months and 6 days. After a brief period of suffering care, she has been called from family and friends to that better and brighter home to be forever at rest. Such is life, but a few stops from the cradle to the grave, all its issues are in the hand of God. When we begin to live, we begin to die. Passing away is indelibly written upon all the landmarks of life as our inevitable doom. Our days flow away like the water, and we spend the years as a tale that is told, borne on by the resistless course of time, we find ourselves nearing the shore of the unseen land, and pausing ere we cross the dread river of death. As we see the last change, the paling cheek, the quivering lips and closing eyes, moments are lengthening into hours, the innermost recesses of our being are stirred. the bursting heart would break with anguish unspeakable and full of woe, were it not for the assurance that the stern decree "dust thou art and unto dust thou shall return" hath no power over the soul, and though loved friends die, they shall live again.
Mrs. Jane Thompson departed this life April 3d, 1876, in the 65th year of her age. Mrs. Thompson was born in Scotland, and at the age of 12 years, in company with her parents, came to America, where in the course of time she was married to Mr. Henry Thompson with whom it has always been a pleasure to share the joys and sorrows of life. She was the mother of eight children, all except one still living, six of which were permitted to attend the funeral of their cherished mother, one having some time since bid adieu to home and kindred going to distant lands to seek a home and the comforts of life for himself and family. Mrs. Thompson was an affectionate companion, a tender mother, a consistent Christian and obliging neighbor, ever thoughtful of the comforts of others and in a special manner those of her family, forgetting self, thus drawing around her a large circle of friends which now mourn the loss of one they had learned to love. And whilst the companion and children deeply feel the loss of one they loved, they have the assurance that it is her gain for she had not neglected the commands of Christ to be ready to go at His bidding. Though she suffered much in her last sickness, her trust was in Christ who was her lamp and guide, enjoying the voice of prayer and singing, desiring that her life might have a peaceful close. Towards the last days of her life, she requested one of her children to read some portions of the Bible to her, at the close of which she said it is all nice and good. At another time she asked them to sing, and as they sang "There is Rest for the Weary," her countenance brightened up with joy such as the Christian only enjoys. And as we contemplate on the departed our feelings are best expressed by the words, "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.
Mourn not her departure, / Her spirit is free / To roam with the angels, / Her Saviour to see.
No more does she suffer / With anguish and pain, / And we feel that our loss / To her must be gain.
Smyrna Citizen, Smyrna, NY, April 22, 1876
Death
FOWLER: In Smyrna [Chenango Co. NY], April 15th, frank W. [Fowler] only son of Arial and Margaret Fowler, aged 19 years and 27 days.
"Fairest hopes of sweetest promise, / Perished in thy young decay, / But the hour that bore thee from us, / Carried more than wealth away."
Frank W., only son (and child) of Arial and Margaret Fowler, died at the residence of his father, in Smyrna Village, April 15th, `1876, aged 19 years and 27 days.
Frank had just commenced his last term at Colgate Academy, at Hamilton. He was taken unwell but thinking it nothing serious, continued his studies until two days before his return. He came home on the evening of the 14th, accompanied by Mr. Williams (his roommate) and died on the evening of the 15th, just 24 hours after his return to the parental roof. He became unconscious soon after his return but about three hours before his death, consciousness returned, and though unable to talk distinctly, enough was gathered form his lips and countenance to give his parents and friends good assurance of his safe rest in heaven. The "Signet Ring" of immortality shone form his countenance, after the spirit had fled.
He called for his associates and seemed anxious to say something to them but could not speak plainly enough to be understood. His countenance indicated that he wanted to tell them to get ready to die.
Frank was a young man of superior worth. He most dearly loved and honored his parents. He was modest and unassuming, and a true friend. He was held in high esteem by all who knew him and was in every way worthy of it.
The full church at his funeral services (though he was buried the day before) gave evidence of the high esteem in which he was held in this community, and the delegation from the Hamilton school and the resolutions read from that institution gave evidence of the high esteem he was held in there.
He will be greatly missed by his large circle of associates. He will be missed in the Sunday School. Who can tell how much he will be missed by those heartbroken parents?
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