The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1861-11-13
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On the 29th day of October, A. D. 1861, at
the residence Of his parents, in Stock township
in this county. JOHN, son OF Fryer and Ema
line Mckinney who formerly resided in this
! county, but removed in the fall of 1860, to the
State OF Illinois, from which they have since re-
turned A few days after their return, the de-
ceased was oyertaken with severe attack Of
| Typhoid Fever unwearied exertions were put
forth by the most skillul Physician to rescue
him if possible from the destroying hand Of
death; but all would not do,-ten days of
painful exertion and fearful anxieties Of atfec-
toLate frie nds closed the earthly scene. His
suiferings though of an excruciating character,
were borne with christian patience, scorched
with fever and racked with pain. When NOR
aity could endure its own sufferings no longer,
he raised his broken, bleeding, and contrte
heart, TO the Lamb OF God that taketh away
tho sins of the world;" even then, when NOR
tality was fast falling, he realiz.d that the arms
Of the Saviour was still open that his breast
was still kind. With reliance on the merits
OF Christ, neither the agony of death, nor the
gloom Of the grave could efIace he met the last
great enemy Of man. And when the earth be-
gan to recede from his sight, and the waves OF
Jordan were lashng about his eet, he turned
his head toward his affectionate parents, (who
stood by him for the last time) with language
which appeared 10 emenate from toung inspir.
ed with Glory, and with countenance serene,
which appeared to have borrowed its light from
from the blssfh dawning of the morning
OF eternity, he said "my trust is in God;''
thus saying with emotions which neth-
er the ruthless hand of death could etter, nor
the grave cover, he turned his head upon his
dying pillow, as if to avoid the touching scenes
around him, and to pillow it on the breast Of 9
living Saviour, he fell asleep to awake in ho-
lier cline.
| Thou art gone to the grave but we will not de!
plore thee,
MOI ask your return from hoor cline;
Thou ddst linger below until He who had sen
Recalled thee to Eden in mornings sweet prime
But the die hath been cast! the golden chair
TOT friendship has been brokeni and again are WI
admonshed that is man mortal. He has left
kind and indulgent Father and an affectionatt
Mother and bereaved brothers and sisters tt
mourn over a sons and brothers premature
grave. The brightest laurel has been pluckeC
from the circle in which he moved but though
he has passed that bourn from whence no traylel
ever has returned, his memory still clines tC
us with that affection which neither the chang
ing scenes Of life can tarnish, nor the ocean
oblivion cover. We rejoice to know that the
ties OF affection can be un ted and the bright
cham OF friendship cemented, il we will bu
be guided by the light of the star of Bethlehem
across the storm tossed ocean OF time, we sha
anchor our fral bark with his in the haven o.
eternal felicity, and join that nnumerable com
pany, (saw by John the reveiator) who have
washed their robes ard made them white in
the blood ofthe Lamb where friends shall meet
again and parting is unknown, to walk the
blistul streets OF Paradise, and join in the song
OF Moses and the Lamb without fear or moles
tatiOn amid the wreck of matter and the crash
OF crumbling worlds. NC.