The Quincy Daily Herald, Tuesday, March 24, 1891; page 3.
Funeral of Bernhard Franz Klatte
With the Address at the Grave
Delivered by Major Reese.
Friends attended the funeral of Bernhard Klatte Sunday afternoon. The pall bearers were W. A. McConnell; Frank H. Foote; George Hohenadel; William Keis; Adrian Dick; and John Bener. The funeral was from the home of Jacob Keis, partner of the deceased, on North Third street. The floral tributes were beautiful, some half a dozen designs being contributed. No services were held at the home, but at the grave in Woodland cemetery, the congregated friends listened to an address by Major Reese. The address was made in German, and was listened to with deepest attention by the men and women who surrounded the grave. He said:
FRIENDS AND FELLOW MOURNERS: It is always a mournful task to escort a departed friend to his last resting place, but doubly so when, as is here the case, he has been carried off by relentless death in the best and most vigorous years of life. But though we might feel inclined to grumble at fate for prematurely cutting off a young and hopeful life, while old and decrepit men, to whom the Reaper would be a welcome visitor, vainly await his coming, still we have to humbly submit to the inevitable, and to no more complain than when the lightning splinters a young and vigorous tree in the forest, while its old and decaying neighbors remain unscathed.
A young and good man has left us, and the loss is ours. He has gone to the eternal rest, and has left all earthly sorrows behind, while we sincerely mourn the loss of a true and staunch friend. It is true he has left no family, which would have been plunged in deep distress at his early demise; but his relatives, and a large circle of friends, will long keep his memory green.
Bernhard Franz Klatte, whose earthly remains we are about to consign to the grave, was born on the 23rd day of May, 1853, and in the grand dukedom of Oldenburg, and thus hardly reached the age of 38 years. In the summer of 1869, he came to America, and directly here to Quincy, where he has since resided. He was one of the great number of men who led a quiet and unostentatious life. He belonged to no society except the Saloonkeepers' Association, of which he was a zealous member from the time of its organization five years ago; but he was a good and conscientious citizen, and always ready to go through fire or water for a friend, and this testimonial, to which everybody who knew him will cheerfully subscribe, is, I opine, the proudest monument we can erect on his grave.
During the last of his lifetime, his sufferings were acute and sometimes almost unbearable, but he bore them with courage and patience, and submitted without a murmur to the inevitable. And now, sleep well after your weary pilgrimage. Your friends assembled here around your last resting place express this heartfelt wish: May you rest easy, and may the earth cover you lightly.
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Funeral of Bernhard Franz Klatte
With the Address at the Grave
Delivered by Major Reese.
Friends attended the funeral of Bernhard Klatte Sunday afternoon. The pall bearers were W. A. McConnell; Frank H. Foote; George Hohenadel; William Keis; Adrian Dick; and John Bener. The funeral was from the home of Jacob Keis, partner of the deceased, on North Third street. The floral tributes were beautiful, some half a dozen designs being contributed. No services were held at the home, but at the grave in Woodland cemetery, the congregated friends listened to an address by Major Reese. The address was made in German, and was listened to with deepest attention by the men and women who surrounded the grave. He said:
FRIENDS AND FELLOW MOURNERS: It is always a mournful task to escort a departed friend to his last resting place, but doubly so when, as is here the case, he has been carried off by relentless death in the best and most vigorous years of life. But though we might feel inclined to grumble at fate for prematurely cutting off a young and hopeful life, while old and decrepit men, to whom the Reaper would be a welcome visitor, vainly await his coming, still we have to humbly submit to the inevitable, and to no more complain than when the lightning splinters a young and vigorous tree in the forest, while its old and decaying neighbors remain unscathed.
A young and good man has left us, and the loss is ours. He has gone to the eternal rest, and has left all earthly sorrows behind, while we sincerely mourn the loss of a true and staunch friend. It is true he has left no family, which would have been plunged in deep distress at his early demise; but his relatives, and a large circle of friends, will long keep his memory green.
Bernhard Franz Klatte, whose earthly remains we are about to consign to the grave, was born on the 23rd day of May, 1853, and in the grand dukedom of Oldenburg, and thus hardly reached the age of 38 years. In the summer of 1869, he came to America, and directly here to Quincy, where he has since resided. He was one of the great number of men who led a quiet and unostentatious life. He belonged to no society except the Saloonkeepers' Association, of which he was a zealous member from the time of its organization five years ago; but he was a good and conscientious citizen, and always ready to go through fire or water for a friend, and this testimonial, to which everybody who knew him will cheerfully subscribe, is, I opine, the proudest monument we can erect on his grave.
During the last of his lifetime, his sufferings were acute and sometimes almost unbearable, but he bore them with courage and patience, and submitted without a murmur to the inevitable. And now, sleep well after your weary pilgrimage. Your friends assembled here around your last resting place express this heartfelt wish: May you rest easy, and may the earth cover you lightly.
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The Quincy Daily Herald, Tuesday, March 24, 1891; page 3.
Funeral of Bernhard Franz Klatte
With the Address at the Grave
Delivered by Major Reese.
Friends attended the funeral of Bernhard Klatte Sunday afternoon. The pall bearers were W. A. McConnell; Frank H. Foote; George Hohenadel; William Keis; Adrian Dick; and John Bener. The funeral was from the home of Jacob Keis, partner of the deceased, on North Third street. The floral tributes were beautiful, some half a dozen designs being contributed. No services were held at the home, but at the grave in Woodland cemetery, the congregated friends listened to an address by Major Reese. The address was made in German, and was listened to with deepest attention by the men and women who surrounded the grave. He said:
FRIENDS AND FELLOW MOURNERS: It is always a mournful task to escort a departed friend to his last resting place, but doubly so when, as is here the case, he has been carried off by relentless death in the best and most vigorous years of life. But though we might feel inclined to grumble at fate for prematurely cutting off a young and hopeful life, while old and decrepit men, to whom the Reaper would be a welcome visitor, vainly await his coming, still we have to humbly submit to the inevitable, and to no more complain than when the lightning splinters a young and vigorous tree in the forest, while its old and decaying neighbors remain unscathed.
A young and good man has left us, and the loss is ours. He has gone to the eternal rest, and has left all earthly sorrows behind, while we sincerely mourn the loss of a true and staunch friend. It is true he has left no family, which would have been plunged in deep distress at his early demise; but his relatives, and a large circle of friends, will long keep his memory green.
Bernhard Franz Klatte, whose earthly remains we are about to consign to the grave, was born on the 23rd day of May, 1853, and in the grand dukedom of Oldenburg, and thus hardly reached the age of 38 years. In the summer of 1869, he came to America, and directly here to Quincy, where he has since resided. He was one of the great number of men who led a quiet and unostentatious life. He belonged to no society except the Saloonkeepers' Association, of which he was a zealous member from the time of its organization five years ago; but he was a good and conscientious citizen, and always ready to go through fire or water for a friend, and this testimonial, to which everybody who knew him will cheerfully subscribe, is, I opine, the proudest monument we can erect on his grave.
During the last of his lifetime, his sufferings were acute and sometimes almost unbearable, but he bore them with courage and patience, and submitted without a murmur to the inevitable. And now, sleep well after your weary pilgrimage. Your friends assembled here around your last resting place express this heartfelt wish: May you rest easy, and may the earth cover you lightly.
_____________
- research by Tree Leaf.
NB: Searched for prior pages under alternate spellings. No prior page existed.
Funeral of Bernhard Franz Klatte
With the Address at the Grave
Delivered by Major Reese.
Friends attended the funeral of Bernhard Klatte Sunday afternoon. The pall bearers were W. A. McConnell; Frank H. Foote; George Hohenadel; William Keis; Adrian Dick; and John Bener. The funeral was from the home of Jacob Keis, partner of the deceased, on North Third street. The floral tributes were beautiful, some half a dozen designs being contributed. No services were held at the home, but at the grave in Woodland cemetery, the congregated friends listened to an address by Major Reese. The address was made in German, and was listened to with deepest attention by the men and women who surrounded the grave. He said:
FRIENDS AND FELLOW MOURNERS: It is always a mournful task to escort a departed friend to his last resting place, but doubly so when, as is here the case, he has been carried off by relentless death in the best and most vigorous years of life. But though we might feel inclined to grumble at fate for prematurely cutting off a young and hopeful life, while old and decrepit men, to whom the Reaper would be a welcome visitor, vainly await his coming, still we have to humbly submit to the inevitable, and to no more complain than when the lightning splinters a young and vigorous tree in the forest, while its old and decaying neighbors remain unscathed.
A young and good man has left us, and the loss is ours. He has gone to the eternal rest, and has left all earthly sorrows behind, while we sincerely mourn the loss of a true and staunch friend. It is true he has left no family, which would have been plunged in deep distress at his early demise; but his relatives, and a large circle of friends, will long keep his memory green.
Bernhard Franz Klatte, whose earthly remains we are about to consign to the grave, was born on the 23rd day of May, 1853, and in the grand dukedom of Oldenburg, and thus hardly reached the age of 38 years. In the summer of 1869, he came to America, and directly here to Quincy, where he has since resided. He was one of the great number of men who led a quiet and unostentatious life. He belonged to no society except the Saloonkeepers' Association, of which he was a zealous member from the time of its organization five years ago; but he was a good and conscientious citizen, and always ready to go through fire or water for a friend, and this testimonial, to which everybody who knew him will cheerfully subscribe, is, I opine, the proudest monument we can erect on his grave.
During the last of his lifetime, his sufferings were acute and sometimes almost unbearable, but he bore them with courage and patience, and submitted without a murmur to the inevitable. And now, sleep well after your weary pilgrimage. Your friends assembled here around your last resting place express this heartfelt wish: May you rest easy, and may the earth cover you lightly.
_____________
- research by Tree Leaf.
NB: Searched for prior pages under alternate spellings. No prior page existed.
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