Delphos Republican, Mar 24, 1899
Albert D. Ballou was born in Massachusetts, Nov 10, 1828 and died Monday night, Mar 20, 1899 at his home residence north of town, of heart disease. He was up and around, smart and active until the Saturday before his death, when he first gave up and went to bed.
He was hospital steward of the 10th Wisconsin Infantry, one of the famous fighting regiments of that state during the rebellion, and ably served his country in its greatest need. He was a graduate of Rush Medical College of Chicago, and for years was successful in his chosen profession, but had not been in active practice for several years past. A close student and deep thinker, keeping in touch with progressive science, he has left upon the whole community the impress of his master mind and noble example for the highest good of mankind. Modest and sensitive almost to a fault, thoroughly disliking everything in the nature of ostentatious display, his true nobility of soul, rigid honesty, generosity and good work for the betterment of mankind, has not received the full measure of appreciation it so richly deserved. Only his close friends knew and appreciated his true manhood and utter unselfishness at their true value.
Coming to Delphos in the early seventies, he has been closely identified with all its improvements, educational and otherwise and its early struggles with the elements and rude, uncultured nature. He was early identified with the temperance cause and, though without the slightest taint of fanaticism, remained an active member of the Delphos Good Templar Lodge until the death angel summoned him from labor to repose, and was an earnest and consistent prohibitionist. He was a past Commander of Wilderness Post GAR and past Grand in the Odd Fellows Lodge here.
He leaves a sister, three sons and a daughter, numerous grandchildren and a host of other relatives and friends to mourn his departure from this life, and his physical goings about in their midst, and will be sadly missed at the family circle, the social gatherings and his lodge meetings.
Having a firm belief in the truths of spiritualism and the realities of a life immortal, death had no terrors for him. He knew it was only the climax, the pangs of nature natural to a second birth to be overcome, a folding of a busy brain and hands in sleep, an awakening in the new life eternal. Calmly he waited for the mystic boatman, went aboard the tiny craft whose sails, filled with the breath of angels, wafted him to the other side where love's gentle billows break, break in ceaseless rhythm upon the evergreen shores of eternity, giving out the sweetest, grandest music of the spheres, while he floats upon the wings of infinite love to the home he has so well builded by good deeds done on earth. While we mourn his departure angels are celebrating his birth into eternal lifer, and seraphim vie with cherubim in swelling the tide of harmony into an all pervading, welcoming chorus.
Happy home, peaceful home!
To thy shelt'ring folds we'll come,
When the storms of life are o'er,
And we've reached the golden shore.
There is rest; there is rest,
Rudely though life's cares have pressed;
Heavy though the crosses borne,
And by sorrow's tempests torn.
Joy and peace; joy and peace,
When all the mortal toil shall cease,
And the barks by tempests riven,
All are anchored, safe in heaven
Home at last, home at last,
When life's pelting storms are past,
Where love's gentle billows roll
Sweetly o'er the weary soul.
Rest at last, peacefully,
Through a bright eternity
In the mansions of the blest
Home sweet home, the land of rest.
In another column:
The funeral of Dr. A.D. Ballou was from the opera house, not a church in the city being large enough to accommodate the crowd in attendance, the opera house being packed to its fullest capacity. A double quartet from the Good Templars furnished the music and the discourse was by C.B. Hollman, of Enterprise. The GAR, Odd Fellows and Good Templars attended as bodies and the Odd Fellows performed their beautiful burial service at the Cemetery. The procession was a long one, fully equal in extent to those on Memorial Days.
Albert D. Ballou was born in Massachusetts, Nov 10, 1828 and died Monday night, Mar 20, 1899 at his home residence north of town, of heart disease. He was up and around, smart and active until the Saturday before his death, when he first gave up and went to bed.
He was hospital steward of the 10th Wisconsin Infantry, one of the famous fighting regiments of that state during the rebellion, and ably served his country in its greatest need. He was a graduate of Rush Medical College of Chicago, and for years was successful in his chosen profession, but had not been in active practice for several years past. A close student and deep thinker, keeping in touch with progressive science, he has left upon the whole community the impress of his master mind and noble example for the highest good of mankind. Modest and sensitive almost to a fault, thoroughly disliking everything in the nature of ostentatious display, his true nobility of soul, rigid honesty, generosity and good work for the betterment of mankind, has not received the full measure of appreciation it so richly deserved. Only his close friends knew and appreciated his true manhood and utter unselfishness at their true value.
Coming to Delphos in the early seventies, he has been closely identified with all its improvements, educational and otherwise and its early struggles with the elements and rude, uncultured nature. He was early identified with the temperance cause and, though without the slightest taint of fanaticism, remained an active member of the Delphos Good Templar Lodge until the death angel summoned him from labor to repose, and was an earnest and consistent prohibitionist. He was a past Commander of Wilderness Post GAR and past Grand in the Odd Fellows Lodge here.
He leaves a sister, three sons and a daughter, numerous grandchildren and a host of other relatives and friends to mourn his departure from this life, and his physical goings about in their midst, and will be sadly missed at the family circle, the social gatherings and his lodge meetings.
Having a firm belief in the truths of spiritualism and the realities of a life immortal, death had no terrors for him. He knew it was only the climax, the pangs of nature natural to a second birth to be overcome, a folding of a busy brain and hands in sleep, an awakening in the new life eternal. Calmly he waited for the mystic boatman, went aboard the tiny craft whose sails, filled with the breath of angels, wafted him to the other side where love's gentle billows break, break in ceaseless rhythm upon the evergreen shores of eternity, giving out the sweetest, grandest music of the spheres, while he floats upon the wings of infinite love to the home he has so well builded by good deeds done on earth. While we mourn his departure angels are celebrating his birth into eternal lifer, and seraphim vie with cherubim in swelling the tide of harmony into an all pervading, welcoming chorus.
Happy home, peaceful home!
To thy shelt'ring folds we'll come,
When the storms of life are o'er,
And we've reached the golden shore.
There is rest; there is rest,
Rudely though life's cares have pressed;
Heavy though the crosses borne,
And by sorrow's tempests torn.
Joy and peace; joy and peace,
When all the mortal toil shall cease,
And the barks by tempests riven,
All are anchored, safe in heaven
Home at last, home at last,
When life's pelting storms are past,
Where love's gentle billows roll
Sweetly o'er the weary soul.
Rest at last, peacefully,
Through a bright eternity
In the mansions of the blest
Home sweet home, the land of rest.
In another column:
The funeral of Dr. A.D. Ballou was from the opera house, not a church in the city being large enough to accommodate the crowd in attendance, the opera house being packed to its fullest capacity. A double quartet from the Good Templars furnished the music and the discourse was by C.B. Hollman, of Enterprise. The GAR, Odd Fellows and Good Templars attended as bodies and the Odd Fellows performed their beautiful burial service at the Cemetery. The procession was a long one, fully equal in extent to those on Memorial Days.
Delphos Republican, Mar 24, 1899
Albert D. Ballou was born in Massachusetts, Nov 10, 1828 and died Monday night, Mar 20, 1899 at his home residence north of town, of heart disease. He was up and around, smart and active until the Saturday before his death, when he first gave up and went to bed.
He was hospital steward of the 10th Wisconsin Infantry, one of the famous fighting regiments of that state during the rebellion, and ably served his country in its greatest need. He was a graduate of Rush Medical College of Chicago, and for years was successful in his chosen profession, but had not been in active practice for several years past. A close student and deep thinker, keeping in touch with progressive science, he has left upon the whole community the impress of his master mind and noble example for the highest good of mankind. Modest and sensitive almost to a fault, thoroughly disliking everything in the nature of ostentatious display, his true nobility of soul, rigid honesty, generosity and good work for the betterment of mankind, has not received the full measure of appreciation it so richly deserved. Only his close friends knew and appreciated his true manhood and utter unselfishness at their true value.
Coming to Delphos in the early seventies, he has been closely identified with all its improvements, educational and otherwise and its early struggles with the elements and rude, uncultured nature. He was early identified with the temperance cause and, though without the slightest taint of fanaticism, remained an active member of the Delphos Good Templar Lodge until the death angel summoned him from labor to repose, and was an earnest and consistent prohibitionist. He was a past Commander of Wilderness Post GAR and past Grand in the Odd Fellows Lodge here.
He leaves a sister, three sons and a daughter, numerous grandchildren and a host of other relatives and friends to mourn his departure from this life, and his physical goings about in their midst, and will be sadly missed at the family circle, the social gatherings and his lodge meetings.
Having a firm belief in the truths of spiritualism and the realities of a life immortal, death had no terrors for him. He knew it was only the climax, the pangs of nature natural to a second birth to be overcome, a folding of a busy brain and hands in sleep, an awakening in the new life eternal. Calmly he waited for the mystic boatman, went aboard the tiny craft whose sails, filled with the breath of angels, wafted him to the other side where love's gentle billows break, break in ceaseless rhythm upon the evergreen shores of eternity, giving out the sweetest, grandest music of the spheres, while he floats upon the wings of infinite love to the home he has so well builded by good deeds done on earth. While we mourn his departure angels are celebrating his birth into eternal lifer, and seraphim vie with cherubim in swelling the tide of harmony into an all pervading, welcoming chorus.
Happy home, peaceful home!
To thy shelt'ring folds we'll come,
When the storms of life are o'er,
And we've reached the golden shore.
There is rest; there is rest,
Rudely though life's cares have pressed;
Heavy though the crosses borne,
And by sorrow's tempests torn.
Joy and peace; joy and peace,
When all the mortal toil shall cease,
And the barks by tempests riven,
All are anchored, safe in heaven
Home at last, home at last,
When life's pelting storms are past,
Where love's gentle billows roll
Sweetly o'er the weary soul.
Rest at last, peacefully,
Through a bright eternity
In the mansions of the blest
Home sweet home, the land of rest.
In another column:
The funeral of Dr. A.D. Ballou was from the opera house, not a church in the city being large enough to accommodate the crowd in attendance, the opera house being packed to its fullest capacity. A double quartet from the Good Templars furnished the music and the discourse was by C.B. Hollman, of Enterprise. The GAR, Odd Fellows and Good Templars attended as bodies and the Odd Fellows performed their beautiful burial service at the Cemetery. The procession was a long one, fully equal in extent to those on Memorial Days.
Albert D. Ballou was born in Massachusetts, Nov 10, 1828 and died Monday night, Mar 20, 1899 at his home residence north of town, of heart disease. He was up and around, smart and active until the Saturday before his death, when he first gave up and went to bed.
He was hospital steward of the 10th Wisconsin Infantry, one of the famous fighting regiments of that state during the rebellion, and ably served his country in its greatest need. He was a graduate of Rush Medical College of Chicago, and for years was successful in his chosen profession, but had not been in active practice for several years past. A close student and deep thinker, keeping in touch with progressive science, he has left upon the whole community the impress of his master mind and noble example for the highest good of mankind. Modest and sensitive almost to a fault, thoroughly disliking everything in the nature of ostentatious display, his true nobility of soul, rigid honesty, generosity and good work for the betterment of mankind, has not received the full measure of appreciation it so richly deserved. Only his close friends knew and appreciated his true manhood and utter unselfishness at their true value.
Coming to Delphos in the early seventies, he has been closely identified with all its improvements, educational and otherwise and its early struggles with the elements and rude, uncultured nature. He was early identified with the temperance cause and, though without the slightest taint of fanaticism, remained an active member of the Delphos Good Templar Lodge until the death angel summoned him from labor to repose, and was an earnest and consistent prohibitionist. He was a past Commander of Wilderness Post GAR and past Grand in the Odd Fellows Lodge here.
He leaves a sister, three sons and a daughter, numerous grandchildren and a host of other relatives and friends to mourn his departure from this life, and his physical goings about in their midst, and will be sadly missed at the family circle, the social gatherings and his lodge meetings.
Having a firm belief in the truths of spiritualism and the realities of a life immortal, death had no terrors for him. He knew it was only the climax, the pangs of nature natural to a second birth to be overcome, a folding of a busy brain and hands in sleep, an awakening in the new life eternal. Calmly he waited for the mystic boatman, went aboard the tiny craft whose sails, filled with the breath of angels, wafted him to the other side where love's gentle billows break, break in ceaseless rhythm upon the evergreen shores of eternity, giving out the sweetest, grandest music of the spheres, while he floats upon the wings of infinite love to the home he has so well builded by good deeds done on earth. While we mourn his departure angels are celebrating his birth into eternal lifer, and seraphim vie with cherubim in swelling the tide of harmony into an all pervading, welcoming chorus.
Happy home, peaceful home!
To thy shelt'ring folds we'll come,
When the storms of life are o'er,
And we've reached the golden shore.
There is rest; there is rest,
Rudely though life's cares have pressed;
Heavy though the crosses borne,
And by sorrow's tempests torn.
Joy and peace; joy and peace,
When all the mortal toil shall cease,
And the barks by tempests riven,
All are anchored, safe in heaven
Home at last, home at last,
When life's pelting storms are past,
Where love's gentle billows roll
Sweetly o'er the weary soul.
Rest at last, peacefully,
Through a bright eternity
In the mansions of the blest
Home sweet home, the land of rest.
In another column:
The funeral of Dr. A.D. Ballou was from the opera house, not a church in the city being large enough to accommodate the crowd in attendance, the opera house being packed to its fullest capacity. A double quartet from the Good Templars furnished the music and the discourse was by C.B. Hollman, of Enterprise. The GAR, Odd Fellows and Good Templars attended as bodies and the Odd Fellows performed their beautiful burial service at the Cemetery. The procession was a long one, fully equal in extent to those on Memorial Days.
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