Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1859-05-14
From the Lite rater.
DEATH OF CHARLES F. HOvEY, ESQ.

The friends Of Freedom, Humanity and Prog.
ress, in this city and vicinity, were startled. and
saddened, last week, by the announcement of the
death Of this estimable man, who has endeared
himself to 50 many by his many fine qualities,
ond whose loss will be felt in every direction.
The event was quite unexpected for though be
had teen confined to his house for tho last six
months by q severe attack Of what was supposed
to be chronic rheumatism, still there were no Sc.
rious apprehensions entertained as to his case
and only q few days before his departure, he
seemed to be more comfortable, and it was hoped
It, at the coming warm season would facilitate his
con valescence. n
From 1880 to the present time. near thirty years,
he has been a very active, enterprising, and sue
eessful merchant, in the several importing houses
of George Howe & Co., Hovey and Mixture, j. C.
Howe & Co.. Iovey, Williams & Co., and c. f.
Hovey & Co. in Boston.
lie went many times to Europe on business,
and resided several years in Paris and Rome. His
summer residence was for many years in Glouces.
ter, and for the last five years in birmingham.
lie died at his mansion-house in Kingston street,
Boston,, on the evening of the 2Sth of April, 1859,
aged so years and two months, leaving o wife and
four sons.
By his Will, we understand, he made large be,
quests to his family, and to several of his friends,
and gave the rest Of his estate for the promotion Of
the various reforms to which his life had been de.
voted, and especially to the Anti-Slavery cause 4;
placing on record q very strong testimony in favor
of universal and impartial liberty.
We cannot sum up the virtues of the deceased
in a more comprehensive and graphic manner, than
by quoting Whi:tieI's lines to the memory of an.
other
Friend of the Slave, and yet the friend of all;
Lover of peace, yet ever foremost when
The need of battling Freedom called for men
To plant the banner on the outer wall
Gentle and kindly. ever at distress
Melted to more than woman's tenderness,
Yet firm and steadfast, at his duty's post
the violence of a maddened host,
some grey rock from which the wave, are
tossed
Knowing his deeds of love, men questioned no,
The faith of one whose walk and word we're
TRANQUILITY in Life's great task field wrought,
And, side by side with evil, scarcely caught
A stain upon it's pilgrim garb OF white
Prong t to redress another's wrong, his own
to Time and Truth and Penitence alone.
Such was our friend. Formed on the good old
plan,
A true and brave and downright honest man =
He blew no trumpet in the market place,
Nor in the church with hypocritic face
Supplied with cant the lack of Christian grace
Loathing p%rotence, he did with cheerful will
What others talk of while their hands were still
And while Lord, Lord p the pious tyrants cried,
Who, in the poor, their Master crucifed,
HIS daily prayer, far better understood
In acts than words, was simply DOING GOOD.
So calm, so constant was his rectitude,
That by his loss alone we know its worth,
And feel how true a man has walked with US On
earth