The thousands of friends of Hon. Andrew HUMPHREYS will be pained to learn of the death of his loving wife, Eliza HUMPHREYS. She died on Sunday the 4th inst., and was buried on Monday. Her general health has been failing for several years, and her intimate friends and relatives would not have been surprised to have heard of her death at almost any time.
On the 16th day of January, she fell upon the ice in the door yard, the shock of which doubtless hastened her death.
She was in her sixtieth year, and has been living in Wright or Stockton townships for the past forty years. She was married to Mr. HUMPHREYS when both were quite young, and they started out in this then comparatively new county, without any assistance except two pairs of strong arms, and willing hearts, to earn an honest and respectable living. By Mr. HUMPHREYS’ pounding on the blacksmith’s anvil, and Mrs. H. spinning and weaving the linen which made their own clothing, they struggled on until that fortune which never fails to come to the honest and industrious, smiled upon them. Mrs. H. had been a member of the Christian church for forty years, and died in the glorious hope of an endless immortality, expecting to ascend the golden stairs, and walk pearl laid streets of the New Jerusalem, and sing songs of praise forever and forever. Just before dying Mrs. H. sang some beautiful verses which should convince her relatives that she died happy, and that the cold, dark grave had no terrors to her. Mrs. H. leaves three children, all of whom are grown, an affectionate husband, and a large circle of friends to mourn her departure. The DEMOCRAT can assure the relatives that it sympathizes with them in this hour of great bereavement.
On the 16th day of January, she fell upon the ice in the door yard, the shock of which doubtless hastened her death.
She was in her sixtieth year, and has been living in Wright or Stockton townships for the past forty years. She was married to Mr. HUMPHREYS when both were quite young, and they started out in this then comparatively new county, without any assistance except two pairs of strong arms, and willing hearts, to earn an honest and respectable living. By Mr. HUMPHREYS’ pounding on the blacksmith’s anvil, and Mrs. H. spinning and weaving the linen which made their own clothing, they struggled on until that fortune which never fails to come to the honest and industrious, smiled upon them. Mrs. H. had been a member of the Christian church for forty years, and died in the glorious hope of an endless immortality, expecting to ascend the golden stairs, and walk pearl laid streets of the New Jerusalem, and sing songs of praise forever and forever. Just before dying Mrs. H. sang some beautiful verses which should convince her relatives that she died happy, and that the cold, dark grave had no terrors to her. Mrs. H. leaves three children, all of whom are grown, an affectionate husband, and a large circle of friends to mourn her departure. The DEMOCRAT can assure the relatives that it sympathizes with them in this hour of great bereavement.
The thousands of friends of Hon. Andrew HUMPHREYS will be pained to learn of the death of his loving wife, Eliza HUMPHREYS. She died on Sunday the 4th inst., and was buried on Monday. Her general health has been failing for several years, and her intimate friends and relatives would not have been surprised to have heard of her death at almost any time.
On the 16th day of January, she fell upon the ice in the door yard, the shock of which doubtless hastened her death.
She was in her sixtieth year, and has been living in Wright or Stockton townships for the past forty years. She was married to Mr. HUMPHREYS when both were quite young, and they started out in this then comparatively new county, without any assistance except two pairs of strong arms, and willing hearts, to earn an honest and respectable living. By Mr. HUMPHREYS’ pounding on the blacksmith’s anvil, and Mrs. H. spinning and weaving the linen which made their own clothing, they struggled on until that fortune which never fails to come to the honest and industrious, smiled upon them. Mrs. H. had been a member of the Christian church for forty years, and died in the glorious hope of an endless immortality, expecting to ascend the golden stairs, and walk pearl laid streets of the New Jerusalem, and sing songs of praise forever and forever. Just before dying Mrs. H. sang some beautiful verses which should convince her relatives that she died happy, and that the cold, dark grave had no terrors to her. Mrs. H. leaves three children, all of whom are grown, an affectionate husband, and a large circle of friends to mourn her departure. The DEMOCRAT can assure the relatives that it sympathizes with them in this hour of great bereavement.
On the 16th day of January, she fell upon the ice in the door yard, the shock of which doubtless hastened her death.
She was in her sixtieth year, and has been living in Wright or Stockton townships for the past forty years. She was married to Mr. HUMPHREYS when both were quite young, and they started out in this then comparatively new county, without any assistance except two pairs of strong arms, and willing hearts, to earn an honest and respectable living. By Mr. HUMPHREYS’ pounding on the blacksmith’s anvil, and Mrs. H. spinning and weaving the linen which made their own clothing, they struggled on until that fortune which never fails to come to the honest and industrious, smiled upon them. Mrs. H. had been a member of the Christian church for forty years, and died in the glorious hope of an endless immortality, expecting to ascend the golden stairs, and walk pearl laid streets of the New Jerusalem, and sing songs of praise forever and forever. Just before dying Mrs. H. sang some beautiful verses which should convince her relatives that she died happy, and that the cold, dark grave had no terrors to her. Mrs. H. leaves three children, all of whom are grown, an affectionate husband, and a large circle of friends to mourn her departure. The DEMOCRAT can assure the relatives that it sympathizes with them in this hour of great bereavement.
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