Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1862-10-01

on the oath September, after an illness Of one week
WILLIAM VI. CUSTER. son Of VIM s. and Phoebe
Custer, aged 20 years, months and days. His
remains covered by the flag Of our country and es-
cored by the Siemmer Guards, OF which he was
member. and attended by mourning relatives and
sympathIzng friends, were consigned to their resting
place on earth in the Presbyterian graveyard on Fri
day morning. He had been employed in the Com
miSsary Department at Harrisburg for months,
and there doubt contracted the disease which ter
minated his life.
We cannst part with old friend-for such he was
though young in years-wishout paying last tribute
to his memory. Growing up with our own sons and
for number of years one of companions on most
of the excursions made to Licking creek and other
trout streams, we learnt to know him well and
him for those good qualities which shine forth in the
solItudes Of those regions far picuousy in
boy than in a man. Ever ready to assume the hard
est labor most ingenious in nventing and construct
ing comforts seldom out of temper, under try
ing circumstances he deservedly favorIte with
all.
FAREWELL, good-natered WILL! Thy pilgrimage on
earth, with all its hopes and buoyant authorizations s
over, yet the friends of thy boyhoods davs will not
soon cease 10 bear thee in remembrance. No! Whe-
ther associated at home, the hills of the Blue Ju
hlat on the sleeps OF the mountain often climbed
together, by the campfire beneath The hemlocks on
the banks of the stream you loved best in far distant
regions or even amid the din and carnage of war not
one OF that band-of whom you once were, but now
are not-but will drop tear to your memory as your
image like the vision of dream, comes floating by
and express feeling of regret that you are sleeping
beneath the sod of mother EARTH no more to partake
of their pleasures OF all outside your paternal roof
they perhaps knew and best appreciated your good
nature and willing heart, and of all others none will
sylnpathze more truly with those who have lost an
only living son. an only living child, the hope and
promise of their declining years. But
" Often we made to weep
For the loved ones calrd to sleep
And on our pathway falls the gloom
Of the dark and dreary tomb"
Once more, farewell! Be thy sleep calm and peace.
iul as thy life was unrufed with storms or thy nature
tainted with evil; and when we too shall be gathered
with our fathers, may He whoss benehcent hand is
visible above beneath, and around u.s. bEinr all toae
ther IN that haven where Time and Death are ur-
known.
TO soFFoWing father and heartsricke en- mother
they extend coincidence far beyond common syiaft
pathy. God in His Providence has taken him awav
ior purposes beyond the ken of human wisdom and
| though the deep fountains of our nature NAV be
stirred to their utmost depths and sorrow well up
rom the lnmost recesses of the heart yet who will
say that his dispensations not for our good,
Farewell, poor WILL, thy grave shall be-
green spot in our memory:
On mountain steep-by shady stream,
Where laureled banks its waters screen
On moss-bound rock, whsreon in rest
We viewed the lofty mountain crest
By murmuring rill, in deep ravine,
Where sunlight casts its fitful gleam-
BY the camp fires glare-the yelling SPRING
Where oft thy voice was heard to ring
On green hillside, on woodland lea
Wen drop tear aud think of thee,