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Benjamin Craft Coates

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Benjamin Craft Coates

Birth
Death
24 May 1900 (aged 81)
Burial
Woodsfield, Monroe County, Ohio, USA Add to Map
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Coats, Benjamin Craft Coats

Source: Spirit of Democracy June 14, 1900

On Thursday morning, the 24th day of May, after an illness of about two years, the spirit of Benjamin Craft Coats took its flight to the God who gave it. He was born May 16th, 1819, being 81 years and 8 days old. He was united in marriage to Miss Louisa Elinor Minor, daughter of Judge Minor, March 15th, 1842, who preceded him to that better land December 25th, 1891. To them were born 9 children of whom 6 still survive. As he journeyed through life his acquaintances learned to love him as they found him to be an honest and honorable man, always striving to do what was right and to do unto others as he wished to be done by. The night was not too dark, nor the day too cold to lend a helping hand to those in need. Only a few days before his death while looking out of his window at spring pushing forth her foliage he expressed a desire to live, as all seemed too beautiful and friends too kind for him to part with. But alas! How sure is death. On the following Saturday after the reading of the 14th chapter of Job by Elder I. J. Baker and calling special attention to the 14th verse, “If a man die shall he live again. All the days of my appointed time will I wait till my change comes.” And speaking a few words of comfort and council to friends and relatives, he was laid to rest by the side of his companion in Mt. Zion cemetery, there to await the coming of Christ in that awful day when all shall hear his voice. At his request before death, “Jesus Lover of My Soul” was sung at the grave. The relatives have the sympathy of the entire community. We can say no more but pen the following:

To Zion’s peaceful courts above,

In faith triumphant may soar,

Embracing in the arms of love,

The friends not lost but gone before.

.

To Jordan’s bank whenever we come,

And hear the swelling waters roar,

Jesus, convey us safely home,

To friends not lost but gone before.

The family desire to thank the friends in the vicinity for their sympathy and assistance tendered in the sad days of sickness and bereavement. A. O. M


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Coats, Benjamin Craft Coats

Source: Spirit of Democracy June 14, 1900

On Thursday morning, the 24th day of May, after an illness of about two years, the spirit of Benjamin Craft Coats took its flight to the God who gave it. He was born May 16th, 1819, being 81 years and 8 days old. He was united in marriage to Miss Louisa Elinor Minor, daughter of Judge Minor, March 15th, 1842, who preceded him to that better land December 25th, 1891. To them were born 9 children of whom 6 still survive. As he journeyed through life his acquaintances learned to love him as they found him to be an honest and honorable man, always striving to do what was right and to do unto others as he wished to be done by. The night was not too dark, nor the day too cold to lend a helping hand to those in need. Only a few days before his death while looking out of his window at spring pushing forth her foliage he expressed a desire to live, as all seemed too beautiful and friends too kind for him to part with. But alas! How sure is death. On the following Saturday after the reading of the 14th chapter of Job by Elder I. J. Baker and calling special attention to the 14th verse, “If a man die shall he live again. All the days of my appointed time will I wait till my change comes.” And speaking a few words of comfort and council to friends and relatives, he was laid to rest by the side of his companion in Mt. Zion cemetery, there to await the coming of Christ in that awful day when all shall hear his voice. At his request before death, “Jesus Lover of My Soul” was sung at the grave. The relatives have the sympathy of the entire community. We can say no more but pen the following:

To Zion’s peaceful courts above,

In faith triumphant may soar,

Embracing in the arms of love,

The friends not lost but gone before.

.

To Jordan’s bank whenever we come,

And hear the swelling waters roar,

Jesus, convey us safely home,

To friends not lost but gone before.

The family desire to thank the friends in the vicinity for their sympathy and assistance tendered in the sad days of sickness and bereavement. A. O. M


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