Father Hill was a good Christian man, a member of the Methodist Church and has been for years trying to show in a practical way in his daily life the real spirit of his profession.
His funeral services were held in the Methodist church lad Sunday evening, Rev. Selby officiating. Fully five hundred people were in the congregation. The sermon was preached from the text: “Prepare to meet thy God.” and was most ably handled by Rev. Selby. Music was selected for the occasion and was most beautifully rendered. The entire service was most solemn and impressive and was concluded at the cemetery where the remains of Father Hill were followed by a vast concourse of people, fully eighty vehicles being in the procession. Father Hill’s friends were without number.
He was born in Hartland Vermont April the 24th, 1821. In early life he improved and fostered those traits of character that developed as he grew older that made him the man that he afterwards became, whom to know was to respect and love. His early education and training was looked upon by a pious mother.
July 4, 1843, he was married to Miss Elmira Knowlton. He was the father of ten children, seven of whom were with him when he breathed his last. He has a daughter living in the Indian territory. Father Hill came to Kansas in 1872 and took up a homestead just south of Ada where he has lived with his family ever since. During his residence here he has been honored by many positions of honor and trust. At the time of his death, he was president of the school board and also a justice of the peace. He died at a good old age of seventy-five years, six months and two days. Father Hill’s death was so sudden and his illness so short that we can hardly believe that he has passed away.
On last Wednesday, Oct 21st, he drove to town in a one horse buggy, on business, and when returning home, he turned out of the road to pass some wagons he met and drove close to a wire fence. One of the wires was loose and lay close to the ground. The loose wire caught the axle of his buggy. He was driving fast when he got to the place where the wire was fast to the post. He did not know the wire was fast to his buggy, and when he came to the post, it brought the buggy to a sudden stop which threw Mr. Hill out in front where he fell on his head. He was unconscious for a long time. This fall was the cause of his death. We extend to the bereaved family our most heartfelt sympathy in the hour of their most sad bereavement.
Grieve no more all ye who are signing, Wail no more for the blest
Fear no more ye that are dying, Death is the last and the best.
The end of life is rest.
I too feared and as children crying Lay them down to their sleep
Scepter-haunted struggling, defying Sunk to my slumber deep
‘mid the moanings of those who weep
What to me though the marbles crumble Slowly o’er my head!
What to me are the storms that rumble Fiercely above my head
For peace is with the dead.
Mourn then not, O ye that are signing, Mourn not for the blest.
Provided by Mabel
Father Hill was a good Christian man, a member of the Methodist Church and has been for years trying to show in a practical way in his daily life the real spirit of his profession.
His funeral services were held in the Methodist church lad Sunday evening, Rev. Selby officiating. Fully five hundred people were in the congregation. The sermon was preached from the text: “Prepare to meet thy God.” and was most ably handled by Rev. Selby. Music was selected for the occasion and was most beautifully rendered. The entire service was most solemn and impressive and was concluded at the cemetery where the remains of Father Hill were followed by a vast concourse of people, fully eighty vehicles being in the procession. Father Hill’s friends were without number.
He was born in Hartland Vermont April the 24th, 1821. In early life he improved and fostered those traits of character that developed as he grew older that made him the man that he afterwards became, whom to know was to respect and love. His early education and training was looked upon by a pious mother.
July 4, 1843, he was married to Miss Elmira Knowlton. He was the father of ten children, seven of whom were with him when he breathed his last. He has a daughter living in the Indian territory. Father Hill came to Kansas in 1872 and took up a homestead just south of Ada where he has lived with his family ever since. During his residence here he has been honored by many positions of honor and trust. At the time of his death, he was president of the school board and also a justice of the peace. He died at a good old age of seventy-five years, six months and two days. Father Hill’s death was so sudden and his illness so short that we can hardly believe that he has passed away.
On last Wednesday, Oct 21st, he drove to town in a one horse buggy, on business, and when returning home, he turned out of the road to pass some wagons he met and drove close to a wire fence. One of the wires was loose and lay close to the ground. The loose wire caught the axle of his buggy. He was driving fast when he got to the place where the wire was fast to the post. He did not know the wire was fast to his buggy, and when he came to the post, it brought the buggy to a sudden stop which threw Mr. Hill out in front where he fell on his head. He was unconscious for a long time. This fall was the cause of his death. We extend to the bereaved family our most heartfelt sympathy in the hour of their most sad bereavement.
Grieve no more all ye who are signing, Wail no more for the blest
Fear no more ye that are dying, Death is the last and the best.
The end of life is rest.
I too feared and as children crying Lay them down to their sleep
Scepter-haunted struggling, defying Sunk to my slumber deep
‘mid the moanings of those who weep
What to me though the marbles crumble Slowly o’er my head!
What to me are the storms that rumble Fiercely above my head
For peace is with the dead.
Mourn then not, O ye that are signing, Mourn not for the blest.
Provided by Mabel
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