SHERMAN SCOFIELD

Sherman Scofield, for over half a century a citizen of Connersville, and for over forty years a faithful member of the Christian Church, died at his residence, in this city, October 11, 1877, in the 68th year of his age.

One so worthy and well known to many of the oldest and best citizens of Connersville and Fayette county, deserves more than a passing notice. His long and useful life, spent in industrious enterprise in the first buildings of our now beautiful city, and many of the first brick buildings of the county, was such as closely wed him to the memory of all our appreciative people. Closely associated with the memory and life of Sherman Scofield, is also that of such men as Colonel Hankins, Abraham Conwell, George Frybarger, Jesse Holton, Dr. Mason, Joshua McIntosh, Hezekiah Mount, Robert L. Broaddus,James McCann, Thomas White, and many others who came here at an early day, and amid all the trials and deprivations of pioneer life, cleared the forests and built our dwellings, business houses and churches. Nearly all of these old settlers, by their industry, secured for themselves good houses, and gathered around them quite a competency for old age. Sherman Scofield was hardly second to none,but by his industry had gathered quite a little fortune; so that in 1857 he was said to be worth from fifty to sixty thousand dollars, owning at that time some of the best buildings in Connersville, But during the money panic of that year, which worsted so many persons who had great liabilities, he being a heavy contractor, and having in his employ a great many hands, it fell heavily upon him, and he was finally entirely broken up; and after he had given up all of the hard earnings of years of faithful toil, he found himself left, at the age of almost fifty years,with nothing save a homestead held by his wife. All was gone, save industry and energy.

Shortly after this, in the year 1860, his wife died, leaving him the care of five little children. But this faithful veteran did not falter or become disheartened,but trusting in the God who never forsakes those who trust in Him, he bore it all, and continued to keep house with his helpless little family, acting both the part of father and mother, and raised them all up to manhood and womanhood, which seemed to be the great object of his declining years. Although a great sufferer for over thirty years with asthma, and being left thus in life with such cares, he was patient, cheerful and kind, and bore all his misfortunes without a murmur. He often said he wanted to live long enough to raise his children up to men and women able to take care of themselves, and then he was ready to die; for he thought he had suffered enough for one life. After all these sore afflictions and financial losses, he died, leaving his children at home a little competency and legacy, and all this, too, by his own constant hand of toil and industry.

Thus has passed away from our midst and the toils of this life, a veteran soldier of usefulness, a worthy citizen, a good neighbor, a devoted and affectionate father, and a patient, toiling, cheerful Christian. May his virtues ever be dearest to those who knew him best.

Sherman Scofield leaves behind him nine children-four sons and five daughters, all of whom are members of the Christian church, save one. Himself being a devoted Christian man, and for many years an Elder in the Church of Christ, he taught his children to honor Him who is the Savior of all, who is our Consoler in every hour of adversity. Surely it is our honor to them to have had such a father as was he!
Truly is would not be amiss to say of him, "Blessed are the dead who died in Lord from henceforth. Yea! saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors, and their works do follow them."

Dear old friend and patient sufferer, thou art gone from us! No more will we see thy face or hear thy voice here below--but over in the spirit world thou art singing anew that favorite hymn:

"I would not live always, I ask not to stay,
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way.
The few cloudy mornings that dawn on us here,
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.

"I would not live always! No! welcome the tomb!
Since Jesus has laid there, I dread not its gloom;
There sweet be my rest til He bide me arise
To hail Him in triumph descending the skies."

--Connersville Examiner, Tuesday October 30, 1877

SHERMAN SCOFIELD

Sherman Scofield, for over half a century a citizen of Connersville, and for over forty years a faithful member of the Christian Church, died at his residence, in this city, October 11, 1877, in the 68th year of his age.

One so worthy and well known to many of the oldest and best citizens of Connersville and Fayette county, deserves more than a passing notice. His long and useful life, spent in industrious enterprise in the first buildings of our now beautiful city, and many of the first brick buildings of the county, was such as closely wed him to the memory of all our appreciative people. Closely associated with the memory and life of Sherman Scofield, is also that of such men as Colonel Hankins, Abraham Conwell, George Frybarger, Jesse Holton, Dr. Mason, Joshua McIntosh, Hezekiah Mount, Robert L. Broaddus,James McCann, Thomas White, and many others who came here at an early day, and amid all the trials and deprivations of pioneer life, cleared the forests and built our dwellings, business houses and churches. Nearly all of these old settlers, by their industry, secured for themselves good houses, and gathered around them quite a competency for old age. Sherman Scofield was hardly second to none,but by his industry had gathered quite a little fortune; so that in 1857 he was said to be worth from fifty to sixty thousand dollars, owning at that time some of the best buildings in Connersville, But during the money panic of that year, which worsted so many persons who had great liabilities, he being a heavy contractor, and having in his employ a great many hands, it fell heavily upon him, and he was finally entirely broken up; and after he had given up all of the hard earnings of years of faithful toil, he found himself left, at the age of almost fifty years,with nothing save a homestead held by his wife. All was gone, save industry and energy.

Shortly after this, in the year 1860, his wife died, leaving him the care of five little children. But this faithful veteran did not falter or become disheartened,but trusting in the God who never forsakes those who trust in Him, he bore it all, and continued to keep house with his helpless little family, acting both the part of father and mother, and raised them all up to manhood and womanhood, which seemed to be the great object of his declining years. Although a great sufferer for over thirty years with asthma, and being left thus in life with such cares, he was patient, cheerful and kind, and bore all his misfortunes without a murmur. He often said he wanted to live long enough to raise his children up to men and women able to take care of themselves, and then he was ready to die; for he thought he had suffered enough for one life. After all these sore afflictions and financial losses, he died, leaving his children at home a little competency and legacy, and all this, too, by his own constant hand of toil and industry.

Thus has passed away from our midst and the toils of this life, a veteran soldier of usefulness, a worthy citizen, a good neighbor, a devoted and affectionate father, and a patient, toiling, cheerful Christian. May his virtues ever be dearest to those who knew him best.

Sherman Scofield leaves behind him nine children-four sons and five daughters, all of whom are members of the Christian church, save one. Himself being a devoted Christian man, and for many years an Elder in the Church of Christ, he taught his children to honor Him who is the Savior of all, who is our Consoler in every hour of adversity. Surely it is our honor to them to have had such a father as was he!
Truly is would not be amiss to say of him, "Blessed are the dead who died in Lord from henceforth. Yea! saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors, and their works do follow them."

Dear old friend and patient sufferer, thou art gone from us! No more will we see thy face or hear thy voice here below--but over in the spirit world thou art singing anew that favorite hymn:

"I would not live always, I ask not to stay,
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way.
The few cloudy mornings that dawn on us here,
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.

"I would not live always! No! welcome the tomb!
Since Jesus has laid there, I dread not its gloom;
There sweet be my rest til He bide me arise
To hail Him in triumph descending the skies."

--Connersville Examiner, Tuesday October 30, 1877