See Rockland County Messenger, Volume 00000000, September 14 1865, Page 2 for a lengthy obituary of Adam C. Haeselbarth.
∼ADAM C. HAESELBARTH.
On Sunday last, all that was mortal of one of the most widely known and esteemed citizens of this town, was given back to the dust from whence it sprung—-Adam C. Haeselbarth, the father of the Editor of this paper, .after a long, and, in many respects, a useful life, after a severe and distressing illness of of several months, and at the ripe age of three score years and ten, passed, amid the tears and regrets of all who knew him, into immortal life. To obtrude a private grief before the public eye would be unseemly; but as one so widely known both through his business, and through his articles in the columns of this paper, these lines are fitting and appropriate.
No man done more to hasten forward the construction of the Railroad from Jersey City to Piermont, than he. For months, his pungent and clear-headed articles, under the non-du-plume of "Observer," went weekly before the people through this paper, inciting a public spirit and building up a healthy influence and public opinion in favor of the road, until finally the work was accomplished. In all other works of public improvement he took a lively interest, wielding in their behalf a graceful, sprightly pen. It is not too much to say, that the many articles which teemed from his prolific pen on an almost endless variety of subjects, were characterized by a rare combination of sprightliness, originality and force of reasoning seldom found in the same writer—qualities which made his articles eagerly sought for and gave them weight in the public mind. A keen observer, he sought to draw lessons from everything which should conduce to public order and morality. He always wrote with a purpose, and seldom wrote in vain. Few men at his period of life would have felt themselves capable of attending to an extensive and perplexing business requiring personal attention sixteen hours out of the twenty-four. Yet he found time in the midst of these cares to write on local matters sufficient during one single year to fill, if compiled together, a large sized volume, every article of which was replete with originality of thought and power.
As a citizen, a friend and neighbor, he was esteemed and beloved of all. Of few it can be said as of him not one single being cherished towards him even an unkind feeling.—Singular must be the purity of heart and kindness of nature to win a testimony so rare. The central quality, indeed, around which his other virtues clustered, was kindness of heart. His character was symmetrical, composed of many good dispositions, but kindness of heart shone forth among them all like the morn among the stars. There was an affectionateness, and a frankness in his heart and manner, which wound others around him in a strange way. The beauties of his social nature will long linger in the remembrance of all who knew him, like the spent breathings of an Aeolian harp, and they will cling to his memory with a tenacity that will never let it go.—Their feelings towards him now that he has gone, are his highest praise, while they are at the same time a proof that his character was a combination of such virtues as have won the lasting esteem of all who were admitted into the sanctuary of his heart.
With all his social qualities, he was a man proverbially modest, shrinking timidly from the public observation. His healthful interest in all that is good and graceful, his sympathy with natural virtue even where but little of it was to be found, his large-hearted charity for all men, and his kindness of feeling towards all who belonged to his race, and especially towards those whose character was unfortunately misunderstood or maligned, gave has breadth of liberality and catholicity to his views which if they even at times led to errors of judgment were always errors on the side of lieniency [sic] and charity. When such men die—die after living a long life of virtue—die, as the subject of these remarks, in the full faith of the Redeemer—their memory nor a cannot be obliterated. It descends to their children and their children's children, as a legacy more precious than rubies, for "the memory of the just is blessed."
But the precious fruit, nodding with its golden grain, fully ripe in its season," has been garnered in at last by the great Harvester. He was a good man, a devout, God-fearing man, and after life's fitful fever, he sleeps well.
" Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright;
For the end of that man is peace."
Previous to his death, he drew up the card appended below, and which we publish in compliance with a last request. It is one more added instance of the tenderness of heart which made his life so lovely, and which did not forsake him even amid the shadows of death.
A POSTHUMUS CARD.
During his long continued suffering by heart disease, the subscriber has been favored with so many proofs of disinterested kindness in moral and material aid and comfort, that a lively impulse of gratitude will not permit him to depart this world without leaving behind him some testimonial of appreciation. To the public of Piermont in general, and the hard-working men of the N. Y. & Erie shops in particular, he feels indebted for numerous acts of kindness which he never will be able to repay. But he hopes the acts of kindness of his numerous and in many instances, unknown friends, will prove " bread cast upon the waters," which, in God's own good time, shall prove blessings to all concerned.
A. C. HAESELBARTH.
Piermont, Sept., 1865.
The body was followed to its last resting place at Oak Hill on Sunday last by a long train of mourners, after appropriate and impressive services in the Baptist Church, conducted according to the forms of the Episcopal Church, by Rev. Solomon G. Hitchcock. And thus has vanished from our midst, but not from heart and memory, another endeared object of esteem of love.
Source: Rockland County Journal (Nyack, New York), 9 Sep 1865, Page 2
∼ADAM C. HAESELBARTH.
On Sunday last, all that was mortal of one of the most widely known and esteemed citizens of this town, was given back to the dust from whence it sprung—-Adam C. Haeselbarth, the father of the Editor of this paper, .after a long, and, in many respects, a useful life, after a severe and distressing illness of of several months, and at the ripe age of three score years and ten, passed, amid the tears and regrets of all who knew him, into immortal life. To obtrude a private grief before the public eye would be unseemly; but as one so widely known both through his business, and through his articles in the columns of this paper, these lines are fitting and appropriate.
No man done more to hasten forward the construction of the Railroad from Jersey City to Piermont, than he. For months, his pungent and clear-headed articles, under the non-du-plume of "Observer," went weekly before the people through this paper, inciting a public spirit and building up a healthy influence and public opinion in favor of the road, until finally the work was accomplished. In all other works of public improvement he took a lively interest, wielding in their behalf a graceful, sprightly pen. It is not too much to say, that the many articles which teemed from his prolific pen on an almost endless variety of subjects, were characterized by a rare combination of sprightliness, originality and force of reasoning seldom found in the same writer—qualities which made his articles eagerly sought for and gave them weight in the public mind. A keen observer, he sought to draw lessons from everything which should conduce to public order and morality. He always wrote with a purpose, and seldom wrote in vain. Few men at his period of life would have felt themselves capable of attending to an extensive and perplexing business requiring personal attention sixteen hours out of the twenty-four. Yet he found time in the midst of these cares to write on local matters sufficient during one single year to fill, if compiled together, a large sized volume, every article of which was replete with originality of thought and power.
As a citizen, a friend and neighbor, he was esteemed and beloved of all. Of few it can be said as of him not one single being cherished towards him even an unkind feeling.—Singular must be the purity of heart and kindness of nature to win a testimony so rare. The central quality, indeed, around which his other virtues clustered, was kindness of heart. His character was symmetrical, composed of many good dispositions, but kindness of heart shone forth among them all like the morn among the stars. There was an affectionateness, and a frankness in his heart and manner, which wound others around him in a strange way. The beauties of his social nature will long linger in the remembrance of all who knew him, like the spent breathings of an Aeolian harp, and they will cling to his memory with a tenacity that will never let it go.—Their feelings towards him now that he has gone, are his highest praise, while they are at the same time a proof that his character was a combination of such virtues as have won the lasting esteem of all who were admitted into the sanctuary of his heart.
With all his social qualities, he was a man proverbially modest, shrinking timidly from the public observation. His healthful interest in all that is good and graceful, his sympathy with natural virtue even where but little of it was to be found, his large-hearted charity for all men, and his kindness of feeling towards all who belonged to his race, and especially towards those whose character was unfortunately misunderstood or maligned, gave has breadth of liberality and catholicity to his views which if they even at times led to errors of judgment were always errors on the side of lieniency [sic] and charity. When such men die—die after living a long life of virtue—die, as the subject of these remarks, in the full faith of the Redeemer—their memory nor a cannot be obliterated. It descends to their children and their children's children, as a legacy more precious than rubies, for "the memory of the just is blessed."
But the precious fruit, nodding with its golden grain, fully ripe in its season," has been garnered in at last by the great Harvester. He was a good man, a devout, God-fearing man, and after life's fitful fever, he sleeps well.
" Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright;
For the end of that man is peace."
Previous to his death, he drew up the card appended below, and which we publish in compliance with a last request. It is one more added instance of the tenderness of heart which made his life so lovely, and which did not forsake him even amid the shadows of death.
A POSTHUMUS CARD.
During his long continued suffering by heart disease, the subscriber has been favored with so many proofs of disinterested kindness in moral and material aid and comfort, that a lively impulse of gratitude will not permit him to depart this world without leaving behind him some testimonial of appreciation. To the public of Piermont in general, and the hard-working men of the N. Y. & Erie shops in particular, he feels indebted for numerous acts of kindness which he never will be able to repay. But he hopes the acts of kindness of his numerous and in many instances, unknown friends, will prove " bread cast upon the waters," which, in God's own good time, shall prove blessings to all concerned.
A. C. HAESELBARTH.
Piermont, Sept., 1865.
The body was followed to its last resting place at Oak Hill on Sunday last by a long train of mourners, after appropriate and impressive services in the Baptist Church, conducted according to the forms of the Episcopal Church, by Rev. Solomon G. Hitchcock. And thus has vanished from our midst, but not from heart and memory, another endeared object of esteem of love.
Source: Rockland County Journal (Nyack, New York), 9 Sep 1865, Page 2
See Rockland County Messenger, Volume 00000000, September 14 1865, Page 2 for a lengthy obituary of Adam C. Haeselbarth.
∼ADAM C. HAESELBARTH.
On Sunday last, all that was mortal of one of the most widely known and esteemed citizens of this town, was given back to the dust from whence it sprung—-Adam C. Haeselbarth, the father of the Editor of this paper, .after a long, and, in many respects, a useful life, after a severe and distressing illness of of several months, and at the ripe age of three score years and ten, passed, amid the tears and regrets of all who knew him, into immortal life. To obtrude a private grief before the public eye would be unseemly; but as one so widely known both through his business, and through his articles in the columns of this paper, these lines are fitting and appropriate.
No man done more to hasten forward the construction of the Railroad from Jersey City to Piermont, than he. For months, his pungent and clear-headed articles, under the non-du-plume of "Observer," went weekly before the people through this paper, inciting a public spirit and building up a healthy influence and public opinion in favor of the road, until finally the work was accomplished. In all other works of public improvement he took a lively interest, wielding in their behalf a graceful, sprightly pen. It is not too much to say, that the many articles which teemed from his prolific pen on an almost endless variety of subjects, were characterized by a rare combination of sprightliness, originality and force of reasoning seldom found in the same writer—qualities which made his articles eagerly sought for and gave them weight in the public mind. A keen observer, he sought to draw lessons from everything which should conduce to public order and morality. He always wrote with a purpose, and seldom wrote in vain. Few men at his period of life would have felt themselves capable of attending to an extensive and perplexing business requiring personal attention sixteen hours out of the twenty-four. Yet he found time in the midst of these cares to write on local matters sufficient during one single year to fill, if compiled together, a large sized volume, every article of which was replete with originality of thought and power.
As a citizen, a friend and neighbor, he was esteemed and beloved of all. Of few it can be said as of him not one single being cherished towards him even an unkind feeling.—Singular must be the purity of heart and kindness of nature to win a testimony so rare. The central quality, indeed, around which his other virtues clustered, was kindness of heart. His character was symmetrical, composed of many good dispositions, but kindness of heart shone forth among them all like the morn among the stars. There was an affectionateness, and a frankness in his heart and manner, which wound others around him in a strange way. The beauties of his social nature will long linger in the remembrance of all who knew him, like the spent breathings of an Aeolian harp, and they will cling to his memory with a tenacity that will never let it go.—Their feelings towards him now that he has gone, are his highest praise, while they are at the same time a proof that his character was a combination of such virtues as have won the lasting esteem of all who were admitted into the sanctuary of his heart.
With all his social qualities, he was a man proverbially modest, shrinking timidly from the public observation. His healthful interest in all that is good and graceful, his sympathy with natural virtue even where but little of it was to be found, his large-hearted charity for all men, and his kindness of feeling towards all who belonged to his race, and especially towards those whose character was unfortunately misunderstood or maligned, gave has breadth of liberality and catholicity to his views which if they even at times led to errors of judgment were always errors on the side of lieniency [sic] and charity. When such men die—die after living a long life of virtue—die, as the subject of these remarks, in the full faith of the Redeemer—their memory nor a cannot be obliterated. It descends to their children and their children's children, as a legacy more precious than rubies, for "the memory of the just is blessed."
But the precious fruit, nodding with its golden grain, fully ripe in its season," has been garnered in at last by the great Harvester. He was a good man, a devout, God-fearing man, and after life's fitful fever, he sleeps well.
" Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright;
For the end of that man is peace."
Previous to his death, he drew up the card appended below, and which we publish in compliance with a last request. It is one more added instance of the tenderness of heart which made his life so lovely, and which did not forsake him even amid the shadows of death.
A POSTHUMUS CARD.
During his long continued suffering by heart disease, the subscriber has been favored with so many proofs of disinterested kindness in moral and material aid and comfort, that a lively impulse of gratitude will not permit him to depart this world without leaving behind him some testimonial of appreciation. To the public of Piermont in general, and the hard-working men of the N. Y. & Erie shops in particular, he feels indebted for numerous acts of kindness which he never will be able to repay. But he hopes the acts of kindness of his numerous and in many instances, unknown friends, will prove " bread cast upon the waters," which, in God's own good time, shall prove blessings to all concerned.
A. C. HAESELBARTH.
Piermont, Sept., 1865.
The body was followed to its last resting place at Oak Hill on Sunday last by a long train of mourners, after appropriate and impressive services in the Baptist Church, conducted according to the forms of the Episcopal Church, by Rev. Solomon G. Hitchcock. And thus has vanished from our midst, but not from heart and memory, another endeared object of esteem of love.
Source: Rockland County Journal (Nyack, New York), 9 Sep 1865, Page 2
∼ADAM C. HAESELBARTH.
On Sunday last, all that was mortal of one of the most widely known and esteemed citizens of this town, was given back to the dust from whence it sprung—-Adam C. Haeselbarth, the father of the Editor of this paper, .after a long, and, in many respects, a useful life, after a severe and distressing illness of of several months, and at the ripe age of three score years and ten, passed, amid the tears and regrets of all who knew him, into immortal life. To obtrude a private grief before the public eye would be unseemly; but as one so widely known both through his business, and through his articles in the columns of this paper, these lines are fitting and appropriate.
No man done more to hasten forward the construction of the Railroad from Jersey City to Piermont, than he. For months, his pungent and clear-headed articles, under the non-du-plume of "Observer," went weekly before the people through this paper, inciting a public spirit and building up a healthy influence and public opinion in favor of the road, until finally the work was accomplished. In all other works of public improvement he took a lively interest, wielding in their behalf a graceful, sprightly pen. It is not too much to say, that the many articles which teemed from his prolific pen on an almost endless variety of subjects, were characterized by a rare combination of sprightliness, originality and force of reasoning seldom found in the same writer—qualities which made his articles eagerly sought for and gave them weight in the public mind. A keen observer, he sought to draw lessons from everything which should conduce to public order and morality. He always wrote with a purpose, and seldom wrote in vain. Few men at his period of life would have felt themselves capable of attending to an extensive and perplexing business requiring personal attention sixteen hours out of the twenty-four. Yet he found time in the midst of these cares to write on local matters sufficient during one single year to fill, if compiled together, a large sized volume, every article of which was replete with originality of thought and power.
As a citizen, a friend and neighbor, he was esteemed and beloved of all. Of few it can be said as of him not one single being cherished towards him even an unkind feeling.—Singular must be the purity of heart and kindness of nature to win a testimony so rare. The central quality, indeed, around which his other virtues clustered, was kindness of heart. His character was symmetrical, composed of many good dispositions, but kindness of heart shone forth among them all like the morn among the stars. There was an affectionateness, and a frankness in his heart and manner, which wound others around him in a strange way. The beauties of his social nature will long linger in the remembrance of all who knew him, like the spent breathings of an Aeolian harp, and they will cling to his memory with a tenacity that will never let it go.—Their feelings towards him now that he has gone, are his highest praise, while they are at the same time a proof that his character was a combination of such virtues as have won the lasting esteem of all who were admitted into the sanctuary of his heart.
With all his social qualities, he was a man proverbially modest, shrinking timidly from the public observation. His healthful interest in all that is good and graceful, his sympathy with natural virtue even where but little of it was to be found, his large-hearted charity for all men, and his kindness of feeling towards all who belonged to his race, and especially towards those whose character was unfortunately misunderstood or maligned, gave has breadth of liberality and catholicity to his views which if they even at times led to errors of judgment were always errors on the side of lieniency [sic] and charity. When such men die—die after living a long life of virtue—die, as the subject of these remarks, in the full faith of the Redeemer—their memory nor a cannot be obliterated. It descends to their children and their children's children, as a legacy more precious than rubies, for "the memory of the just is blessed."
But the precious fruit, nodding with its golden grain, fully ripe in its season," has been garnered in at last by the great Harvester. He was a good man, a devout, God-fearing man, and after life's fitful fever, he sleeps well.
" Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright;
For the end of that man is peace."
Previous to his death, he drew up the card appended below, and which we publish in compliance with a last request. It is one more added instance of the tenderness of heart which made his life so lovely, and which did not forsake him even amid the shadows of death.
A POSTHUMUS CARD.
During his long continued suffering by heart disease, the subscriber has been favored with so many proofs of disinterested kindness in moral and material aid and comfort, that a lively impulse of gratitude will not permit him to depart this world without leaving behind him some testimonial of appreciation. To the public of Piermont in general, and the hard-working men of the N. Y. & Erie shops in particular, he feels indebted for numerous acts of kindness which he never will be able to repay. But he hopes the acts of kindness of his numerous and in many instances, unknown friends, will prove " bread cast upon the waters," which, in God's own good time, shall prove blessings to all concerned.
A. C. HAESELBARTH.
Piermont, Sept., 1865.
The body was followed to its last resting place at Oak Hill on Sunday last by a long train of mourners, after appropriate and impressive services in the Baptist Church, conducted according to the forms of the Episcopal Church, by Rev. Solomon G. Hitchcock. And thus has vanished from our midst, but not from heart and memory, another endeared object of esteem of love.
Source: Rockland County Journal (Nyack, New York), 9 Sep 1865, Page 2
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