Earl C. King
Utica Saturday Globe, October 1900
Earl C. King
Norwich [Chenango Co., NY]: His many friends were shocked to learn of the death of Earl C. King, which occurred suddenly at a private hospital in Syracuse last Friday evening. He had been in failing health from heart trouble for several years, and a few weeks ago went to the hospital, where he was apparently improving and expected shortly to return home. On Friday evening he was sitting in a chair engaged in conversation with friends when death came quite unexpectedly. HIs mother went to Syracuse on Saturday morning, only to find that her son had expired the evening previous. Deceased was 19 years of age and was the son of Mr. and Mrs. Judson D. King. He was a native of Norwich and attended the public schools. In the early summer he engaged as a clerk in the grocery store of A.D.Aldrich on --?-- Broad street, where, as during his school days, he made many friends by his courteous ways and fidelity to friends. They and numerous relatives mourn his early death. The remains were brought to Norwich on Saturday evening and the funeral was held form the home of his parents on Brown avenue at 2 o'clock on Sunday afternoon, Rev. Robert N. --?-- officiating. Interment in Mount Hope.
Funeral of Earl King
Syracuse Post Standard, October 1900
Norwich, Oct. 29: The remains of Earl C. King were brought to his late home here on Saturday evening from a Syracuse hospital where he went several weeks ago for treatment for heart disease. He died suddenly on Friday night while sitting in a chair engaged in conversation. He was 19 years of age. The funeral was held this --?-- at 2 o'clock at the home of his parents, Mr. and Mrs. J.D. King, on Brown avenue.
William Cleveland
Northern Christian Advocate, Auburn, NY, April 1854
William Cleveland died at his residence in Bainbridge, Chenango Co., N.Y., April 23d, 1854, in the 81st year of his age. The subject of this notice experienced religion when about nineteen years of age, and soon after connected himself with the M.E. Church, and has remained steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord; a consistent Christian uniform in piety, a faithful member of the militant Church, till called home to the Church triumphant. His last sickness was very short but very severe, which he endured with patience. I visited him in his sickness and found him happy in the Lord.--Though his strength has failed, yet his reason remained. He said in a whisper,
"I am going home, I am going home,
To die no more, to die no more."
I then asked him if all was well; he answered "all is well." For the last year of his life particularly, his conversation seemed to be "in heaven, from whence he looked for the Savior who shall change our vile body, that it may be fashioned like unto his glorious body." He has left the companion of his youth and nine children, all professors of religion, their loss being his gain. ---John Moon
West Bainbridge, April 27, 1954
Pary Fred Cole
Afton Enterprise, April 26, 1928
Pary Fred Cole, highly respected citizen of Afton [Chenango Co., NY], whose recent decease was the source of much regret in this village, was born on South Hill, in the town of Guilford, N.Y. [Chenango Co.], September 2, 1841, the son of Leonard and Eliza Cole. While a boy the mother died whereupon Pary went to live with Mrs. Cole's parents, Haynes by name--who resided in the Cherry Valley creek, between Milford and Westville. While there he attended Hartwick Seminary where an aunt was a member of the faculty. Shortly after the outbreak of the Civil War, Mr. Cole, responded to the call of Abraham Lincoln for volunteers, and enlisted at Westville, and was placed in Co. G, 121st Regiment of New York, and saw service in the Army of the Potomac, assisting at the famous battle of Antietam. Mr. Cole's health broke under the war strain and he was placed in the hospital where, after repeated examinations by competent physicians and surgeons, seven of whom pronounced his condition hopeless, he was honorably discharged and returned to the North with his father who had traveled South to accompany him home. But Mr. Cole's life was spared and, after a slow recovery, he came back to Guilford and purchased the old Cole homestead on South Hill. On December 27, 1865, he married Miss Clive Bentley of Yaleville. Residing but a comparatively brief time in Guilford, the young couple moved to Ohio, where a farm was purchased at Madison, which Mr. and Mrs. Cole worked for six years, following which the lure of the East brought him to Afton, where the house now occupied by Mr. and Mrs. Eri W. Lingee on the East side, was purchased. Returning to Yaleville, near Guilford, in 1887, Mrs. Cole was stricken ill and died in October of 1893. On December 26, 1895, Mr. Cole was united in marriage to Jennie H. Randall of Oxford. Residing but three years in Guilford after this union, Mr. and Mrs. Cole moved to Afton, purchased the Spring Street home in which he died after a bronchitis illness of five weeks, on Tuesday morning, April 3, 1928, at the advanced age of 86 years and 7 months. Mr. Cole was a life long and ardent member of the Methodist Episcopal Church. He joined the Masonic order in Ohio almost sixty years ago; an Odd Fellow since the organization of the Afton lodge; connected with the Eastern Star for 30 years and the G.A.R. for more than 45 years. Mr. Cole took an active interest in these fraternal orders. He doubtless will be best remembered for the unflagging zeal with which he worked for the interests of the G.A.R., both locally and nationally. The surviving veterans--five in number--will sorely miss his leadership. His genial presence will be missed alike in the church, community, lodge room and wherever duty or pleasure called. The obsequies were held in the Afton Methodist Episcopal Church on Thursday, April 5, 1928, at 1:30 p.m. Rev. Harry E. Brooks officiating. A great outpouring of neighbors, friends and members of fraternal orders, the latter sitting in groups attested the esteem and love in which Mr. Cole had been held. The body was tenderly borne to the vault at Bainbridge where, amidst a profusion of flowers and the solemn intonation of the Masonic ritual, the remains were interred awaiting propitious weather for removal to the beautiful family plot in the cemetery at Yaleville.
James Battle
Northern Christian Advocate, March 29, 1848
James Battle, the venerable man whose death we are called to record, was born in Holystoura, Massachusetts, June 27, 1759, and died in Syracuse, Onondaga Co., N.Y., March 3, 1848, having lived to the advanced age of 89 years and 8 months. His mother died when he was three years old, and for several years subsequent to that event he resided with his aunt. His father married again when he was about twelve, and his wife seems to have been not only a kind step-mother, but also a truly pious and devoted Christian. Hence, she frequently conversed with young James on the subject of religion, and tried to point him to the Lamb of God, who taketh away the sins of the world. Her efforts were not in vain; for spiritual and eternal things soon made a powerful impression upon his mind. For sometime the conflict was severe; the world, the flesh and the devil presented all their charms, and sung their siren songs to lull to sleep the awakened conscience. But the Spirit of God portrayed distinctly before his mind the terrors of the law, the fearful consequence of sin, the beauties of religion, and the glories of heaven and, though the world bid high for his soul, heaven seemed to bid higher still. At the age of fifteen he enlisted in the army. He first enlisted for 8 months, subsequently for one year, and lastly for three years--making his whole service four years and eight months. When he left home on the last enlistment, his convictions became so powerful that falling behind his company, he went into a wood, and resolved never to come out till God should have mercy upon him. He bowed himself by a large rock and invoked the Divine mercy; while he was thus agonizing with God, by an eye of faith, he saw Christ bleeding on the cross for him, and his prayer was turned into praise--all nature seemed to him vocal with hymns of thanksgiving. This was June 6, 1777. But there being but few experimental Christians in those days--but few who knew the transforming power and abounding consolations of grace in the heart, he was deprived of that counsel and aid, the influence of which the young convert so much needs. he consequently wandered again into the paths of sin, and lost his enjoyment. He was subsequently blessed again under the labors of one Elder Hull, and obtained the witness of the Spirit while reading the 116th Psalm. He was now very happy, and regarded the practice of war as sinful. "He could not fight, for he was a Christian," and the weapons of his warfare had now ceased to be carnal, but had become mighty through God, to the pulling down of strong holds. He soon after this became acquainted with that truly apostolic man the Rev. Freeborn Garretison. He was pleased with the preaching of those venerable pioneers of Methodism, who went from town to town and from state to state, preaching Jesus and the resurrection. He became a member of the Methodist church, and was a consistent and worthy communicant till he was called to his reward. The writer became acquainted with him during the latter part of last July. He had resided some years in the city of Utica, but came to this place nearly a year ago, to spend the remnant of his days with a beloved daughter, Mrs. Knowlton. He took great delight in the duties of the sanctuary, and frequently exhorted and "blessed" us; while, like Jacob, he worshipped, leaning upon the top of his staff. He felt a great interest in the welfare of the Church, and nothing seemed to fall upon his ear with such sweet accounts, as the intelligence that sinners were repenting and turning to God, and saints become sanctified. Whenever he spoke in meeting, his theme was the mercy, the abounding mercy of God in Christ Jesus His last sickness was a scene of the most perfect moral grandeur--he came to grapple with death, but death was a vanquished foe! He was a great sufferer, but his sufferings were endured with the most perfect resignation. He had been in several important engagements in the army of the revolution, and acted well his part. When his time of service had expired, he received an honorable discharge. But what gives most luster to his name, and immutability to his hopes, was his moral heroism. In the service of his Lord, on many a hard-fought field, he was victorious, and when he left the world, he bore away trophies of a conqueror. He had buried one wife, and he left another to mourn his loss. May his surviving companion, children and friends so live as to greet his happy spirit on the other shore.
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