DEATH OF HENRY TRESSLAR – Henry Tresslar, one of the aged pioneers of Johnson county, died Sunday at his home in White River township, at the age of ninety years. deceased was one of the oldest settlers in the township. He leaves a wife and several children, among whom is Dr. Jacob Tresslar of Bargersville.
Funeral services were held Tuesday morning at ten o’clock at the Bluff Creek church, conducted by Rev. J. C. Miller.

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Henry J. Tresslar was born Dec _ 1810, and died June 2, 1901, aged 90 years, 5 months, 21 days. He moved to this state from Monroe county, Va. in the fall of 1825.
He operated a saw mill 43 years ago southeast of Bluff Creek, sold out the mill and went to running a general store northeast of Bluff Creek. When quite a young man he followed flat boating down the Ohio and Mississippi to New Orleans. He has one son at Bargersville – Dr. J. G. Tresslar. Alva Tresslar is at Bedford in the lumber business. One daughter lives at Hillsdale, Kansas, married Newton Barkus. One son, Wm. L., is running a general store at Bluff Creek. One son, James, lives in Marion county, southeast of Indianapolis, and is running a farm. He leaves many grandchildren and relatives to mourn their loss. To say that Uncle Henry, as he was familiarly known, was without fault, would be equivalent to saying that he was not human. He was a man of strong will and when he was convinced in his own mind that a thing was right he held on to it tenaciously and nothing could turn him. He belonged to the Christian church and worked assiduously all his life for the missionary cause and the upbuilding of the church in the community. With young children and older people he was known as Uncle Henry. Elder John C. Miller of Nineveh, preached his funeral discourse. His subject was “The greater life.” Everyone in the community regrets their loss, and his children and aged wife, who still survive him, have the sympathy of all. Yet he lived five score years and ten and life had become a burden and death was merely a release from aches and pains incident to old age.

Life is but a fleeting dream,
As down the tide we steer;
And meet the waves upon the stream
Midst joy and grief and fear.
Old age creeps on and ere we think
Our tasks are ended here;
We glide beyond the river’s brink
And leave our friends so dear.
But in that home beyond the skies
Where we shall ne’er grow old,
We’ll see our friends with angel eyes,
And walk the streets of gold.
Then farewell husband, father dear,
Thy labors all are past.
And though we drop the bitter tear,
We’ll meet in heaven at last.

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