Source: Joliet Signal, Joliet, IL, Oct 11, 1879, Vol. 37, No. 31, Page 1
Obituary Last Wednesday the body of Michael TAIT was followed to its final resting place in Oakwood cemetery by a large number of the citizens of this county. But two of the sons, Thomas and Michael,were present at the last sad rites, the remaining two, John and Magnus, being prevented by long distance, their respective homes being Oregon and Kansas. The funeral discourse was delivered by Rev. A. H. STOTE, pastor of the Baptist Church, of this city, which church was organized in the winter of 1853 by the deceased and a few others, and in which he had remained a steadfast pillar. The discourse was a true and touching tribute to the social and moral worth of the venerable dead. There was no need of exaggeration in portraying his simple straightforward life. Nearly fourty years he had lived among the people who now gathered about his coffin, and words were not needed to recall to them those benign qualities and honest actions which had won and firmly bound their esteem. The pastor alluded with deep emotion to the aged wife, a woman most estimable and beloved, who had been left alone in the shadows which gather about her declining years. Mrs. TAIT is in her seventy-sixth year, and had her husband's life been spared until the 8th of next month, they would have celebrated the fiftieth anniversay of their marriage. Michael TAIT moved with his family from the Shetland Isles to this country in 1838, and settled in this county in 1841. He was of that early number of true-hearted, God-fearing men who found this West a wilderness, and who by unflinching struggle and personal sacrifice, made it a prized home for the thousands who followed. More than the ordinary pioneer, Mr. TAIT brought with him culture and learning. A great reader of books, he had verified the knowlrdge gained from them by close observation. With this, he possessed a most happy gift of speech, and at social gatherings, at public or religious meetings, it was he who ever drew the deepest attention. But he was a farmer, nevertheless, and a good one. He built up in the wild land a beautiful home, surrounded it with trees and flowers, in the cultivation of which he evinced the greatest delight. However pressing were farm duties, he found time to devote to the culture of those floral offspring of nature which brought him no worldly profit, but simply pleasure of soul. The simplicity of the good man's life was truly in accord with the beauty and simplicity of nature. Mournful is the thought that his work has forever ceased, and that those plants and flowers he so long and tenderly cherished will unfold in the spring, and many returning springs, but never more to meet his gaze..
Obituary Last Wednesday the body of Michael TAIT was followed to its final resting place in Oakwood cemetery by a large number of the citizens of this county. But two of the sons, Thomas and Michael,were present at the last sad rites, the remaining two, John and Magnus, being prevented by long distance, their respective homes being Oregon and Kansas. The funeral discourse was delivered by Rev. A. H. STOTE, pastor of the Baptist Church, of this city, which church was organized in the winter of 1853 by the deceased and a few others, and in which he had remained a steadfast pillar. The discourse was a true and touching tribute to the social and moral worth of the venerable dead. There was no need of exaggeration in portraying his simple straightforward life. Nearly fourty years he had lived among the people who now gathered about his coffin, and words were not needed to recall to them those benign qualities and honest actions which had won and firmly bound their esteem. The pastor alluded with deep emotion to the aged wife, a woman most estimable and beloved, who had been left alone in the shadows which gather about her declining years. Mrs. TAIT is in her seventy-sixth year, and had her husband's life been spared until the 8th of next month, they would have celebrated the fiftieth anniversay of their marriage. Michael TAIT moved with his family from the Shetland Isles to this country in 1838, and settled in this county in 1841. He was of that early number of true-hearted, God-fearing men who found this West a wilderness, and who by unflinching struggle and personal sacrifice, made it a prized home for the thousands who followed. More than the ordinary pioneer, Mr. TAIT brought with him culture and learning. A great reader of books, he had verified the knowlrdge gained from them by close observation. With this, he possessed a most happy gift of speech, and at social gatherings, at public or religious meetings, it was he who ever drew the deepest attention. But he was a farmer, nevertheless, and a good one. He built up in the wild land a beautiful home, surrounded it with trees and flowers, in the cultivation of which he evinced the greatest delight. However pressing were farm duties, he found time to devote to the culture of those floral offspring of nature which brought him no worldly profit, but simply pleasure of soul. The simplicity of the good man's life was truly in accord with the beauty and simplicity of nature. Mournful is the thought that his work has forever ceased, and that those plants and flowers he so long and tenderly cherished will unfold in the spring, and many returning springs, but never more to meet his gaze..
Source: Joliet Signal, Joliet, IL, Oct 11, 1879, Vol. 37, No. 31, Page 1
Obituary Last Wednesday the body of Michael TAIT was followed to its final resting place in Oakwood cemetery by a large number of the citizens of this county. But two of the sons, Thomas and Michael,were present at the last sad rites, the remaining two, John and Magnus, being prevented by long distance, their respective homes being Oregon and Kansas. The funeral discourse was delivered by Rev. A. H. STOTE, pastor of the Baptist Church, of this city, which church was organized in the winter of 1853 by the deceased and a few others, and in which he had remained a steadfast pillar. The discourse was a true and touching tribute to the social and moral worth of the venerable dead. There was no need of exaggeration in portraying his simple straightforward life. Nearly fourty years he had lived among the people who now gathered about his coffin, and words were not needed to recall to them those benign qualities and honest actions which had won and firmly bound their esteem. The pastor alluded with deep emotion to the aged wife, a woman most estimable and beloved, who had been left alone in the shadows which gather about her declining years. Mrs. TAIT is in her seventy-sixth year, and had her husband's life been spared until the 8th of next month, they would have celebrated the fiftieth anniversay of their marriage. Michael TAIT moved with his family from the Shetland Isles to this country in 1838, and settled in this county in 1841. He was of that early number of true-hearted, God-fearing men who found this West a wilderness, and who by unflinching struggle and personal sacrifice, made it a prized home for the thousands who followed. More than the ordinary pioneer, Mr. TAIT brought with him culture and learning. A great reader of books, he had verified the knowlrdge gained from them by close observation. With this, he possessed a most happy gift of speech, and at social gatherings, at public or religious meetings, it was he who ever drew the deepest attention. But he was a farmer, nevertheless, and a good one. He built up in the wild land a beautiful home, surrounded it with trees and flowers, in the cultivation of which he evinced the greatest delight. However pressing were farm duties, he found time to devote to the culture of those floral offspring of nature which brought him no worldly profit, but simply pleasure of soul. The simplicity of the good man's life was truly in accord with the beauty and simplicity of nature. Mournful is the thought that his work has forever ceased, and that those plants and flowers he so long and tenderly cherished will unfold in the spring, and many returning springs, but never more to meet his gaze..
Obituary Last Wednesday the body of Michael TAIT was followed to its final resting place in Oakwood cemetery by a large number of the citizens of this county. But two of the sons, Thomas and Michael,were present at the last sad rites, the remaining two, John and Magnus, being prevented by long distance, their respective homes being Oregon and Kansas. The funeral discourse was delivered by Rev. A. H. STOTE, pastor of the Baptist Church, of this city, which church was organized in the winter of 1853 by the deceased and a few others, and in which he had remained a steadfast pillar. The discourse was a true and touching tribute to the social and moral worth of the venerable dead. There was no need of exaggeration in portraying his simple straightforward life. Nearly fourty years he had lived among the people who now gathered about his coffin, and words were not needed to recall to them those benign qualities and honest actions which had won and firmly bound their esteem. The pastor alluded with deep emotion to the aged wife, a woman most estimable and beloved, who had been left alone in the shadows which gather about her declining years. Mrs. TAIT is in her seventy-sixth year, and had her husband's life been spared until the 8th of next month, they would have celebrated the fiftieth anniversay of their marriage. Michael TAIT moved with his family from the Shetland Isles to this country in 1838, and settled in this county in 1841. He was of that early number of true-hearted, God-fearing men who found this West a wilderness, and who by unflinching struggle and personal sacrifice, made it a prized home for the thousands who followed. More than the ordinary pioneer, Mr. TAIT brought with him culture and learning. A great reader of books, he had verified the knowlrdge gained from them by close observation. With this, he possessed a most happy gift of speech, and at social gatherings, at public or religious meetings, it was he who ever drew the deepest attention. But he was a farmer, nevertheless, and a good one. He built up in the wild land a beautiful home, surrounded it with trees and flowers, in the cultivation of which he evinced the greatest delight. However pressing were farm duties, he found time to devote to the culture of those floral offspring of nature which brought him no worldly profit, but simply pleasure of soul. The simplicity of the good man's life was truly in accord with the beauty and simplicity of nature. Mournful is the thought that his work has forever ceased, and that those plants and flowers he so long and tenderly cherished will unfold in the spring, and many returning springs, but never more to meet his gaze..
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