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Jesse Beale Butler

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Jesse Beale Butler

Birth
Lewisville, Henry County, Indiana, USA
Death
24 Nov 1873 (aged 55)
Miami, Miami County, Indiana, USA
Burial
Gilead, Miami County, Indiana, USA Add to Map
Plot
South section, row 7
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JESSE BEALE BUTLER'S DEATH NOTICE

STOCKDALE Editor Sentinel: -It is generally a pleasant task to write you a letter. Tonight it is extremely painful for I have to relate the death of Jesse Butler, one of the oldest and most honored citizens of Miami County, having resided within its limits over thirty-three years, enjoying the confidence and esteem of all who knew him.

He died at three o'clock this morning, surrounded by his own family (with the exception of Mrs. Zinn who was ill of typhoid fever) his sisters, a brother, and a large circle of mourning friends.

Jesse Butler was over fifty-five years of age. Kindness of heart, benevolence and truthfulness were his attributes. Free and careless in conversation, yet he never imposed his affairs upon others, nor did a word ever fall from his lips calculated to injure a neighbor. To know him was to love him and none could truthfully speak of him but to praise.

The circumstances attending his death were peculiar. On Friday the 21st inst., he went up into the hay mow of his barn and while ascending spoke of the fate of his brother a few years ago, observing that he would be careful. The very first step he made after his ascention, he fell through some loose plank and struck upon the floor below, causing injuries which induced his death thirty six hours after. Neither he or his family considered that he was severely injured and called no medical aid until two o'clock Sunday morning when effusions into the pleura proved what the result would surely be unless more than human power intervened.

The death of this good man has cast a gloom over this entire community and never since the demise of Dr. Loder has the mourning been so sincere.

While but yesterday he was in the possession of robust health, tonight he is sleeping in death and his body awaits the funeral cortege which will convey him to his grave. Verily "in the midst of life we are in death." While I drop the sympathetic tear for the good man who has fallen I can only add "peace to his ashes."

Stockdale, Nov. 24, 1873 J. M. Runyan.
JESSE BEALE BUTLER'S DEATH NOTICE

STOCKDALE Editor Sentinel: -It is generally a pleasant task to write you a letter. Tonight it is extremely painful for I have to relate the death of Jesse Butler, one of the oldest and most honored citizens of Miami County, having resided within its limits over thirty-three years, enjoying the confidence and esteem of all who knew him.

He died at three o'clock this morning, surrounded by his own family (with the exception of Mrs. Zinn who was ill of typhoid fever) his sisters, a brother, and a large circle of mourning friends.

Jesse Butler was over fifty-five years of age. Kindness of heart, benevolence and truthfulness were his attributes. Free and careless in conversation, yet he never imposed his affairs upon others, nor did a word ever fall from his lips calculated to injure a neighbor. To know him was to love him and none could truthfully speak of him but to praise.

The circumstances attending his death were peculiar. On Friday the 21st inst., he went up into the hay mow of his barn and while ascending spoke of the fate of his brother a few years ago, observing that he would be careful. The very first step he made after his ascention, he fell through some loose plank and struck upon the floor below, causing injuries which induced his death thirty six hours after. Neither he or his family considered that he was severely injured and called no medical aid until two o'clock Sunday morning when effusions into the pleura proved what the result would surely be unless more than human power intervened.

The death of this good man has cast a gloom over this entire community and never since the demise of Dr. Loder has the mourning been so sincere.

While but yesterday he was in the possession of robust health, tonight he is sleeping in death and his body awaits the funeral cortege which will convey him to his grave. Verily "in the midst of life we are in death." While I drop the sympathetic tear for the good man who has fallen I can only add "peace to his ashes."

Stockdale, Nov. 24, 1873 J. M. Runyan.


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