The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1867-08-20

1t is again our sad duty to record the death
of another of our aged and estimable citizens.
Rufus Horton died suddenly at Fairfield, Me-,
on the 18th instant, while ON a visit to his
friend, Samuel Taylor. He was born in this
town, April I'd, 1875. His father of the same
name, came from Milton, Mass. about the year
1888, and was many years engaged in trade
here, having as partners, at different times
John Hobart, Isaac Mcclellan and his brother
John, all well known ia their day, but long
since gone to the unseen land. When Green
street was opened in 1901, the father bought
the lot on the corner where it joins Congress
street. and built the brick store and adjoining
house now standing there, in which he lived
and brought up his family, and where his ven
cradle widow, at the great age of 50 years still
lives to mourn, in unavailng sorrow, the death
Of an only and cherished son, who was the
stay and staff and comfort OF her life.
Mrs. Horton the mother, was sister of the
late VIM. Lord, for many years treasurer of
our city, and was born in Ipswich, Mass, in
May I772. She was married to Mr., Horton in
1892. They had six children, of whom five
were daughters. Mr.. Horton was a Quaker
and his wife, after their marriage united her
self to the same sect, and they and their fami-
ly maintained the principles of that small and
consistent and honored community. through
all the vicissitudes of life and all the tempta-
tons of this crowded, busy, bustling age in
which we live. This is the last of the original
families Of Qaakers remaining among us, of
whom RUFUS was the most active member.
The subject of this notice retired from trade
several years ago upon competent estate and
has since employed himself in useful and
pleasant occupations, suited to gentleman of
quiet habits, and contented and cheerful
spirit. He had no worldly ambition: he had
no desire to accumulate riches, for he had no
cn'idren TO inherit them, and his own wishes
were simple and moderate. He served several
years as one of the Directors of the Andros-
coggin and Kennebec Railroad Company. and
for many years has been President of the Man
ufacturers' and Traders and the Traders Ma
tional Bank. He was modest. unassumino
and unobtrusiye, but intelligent, upright and
honest. Nobody ever suspected him Of a
wrong act, and no one would have been more
surprised than himself to have been found
guilty of mean one. He pursued the calm
and even tenor of his way through long life,
unmoved by the glittering vanities of a vain
world, and unseduced by any inordinate pas
sion. " .,r
tsNor numbers, nor example with him wrouobt !
10 swerve from truth or change his steadast heart
Mr.. Horton leaves wife, mother and
sisters to mourn very great bereavement, and
to ponder over the mystery why a member so
useful and honored should be removed from
this happy domestic circle, while the aged
mother and unprotected wife and sisters
should still Gnger in the gathering shadows of
life. i3l.t .si1F 500
"We have buG faith, we cannot know:
For knowledge is of things we see:
And yet we trust it comes from Thee
beam in darkness-let it growp
One after another of our aged people is
passing on; the procession never ceases; its
ranks are constantly recruited by old and
young, and the tomb receives in its wide en-
Drace the constant succession; we have cur
uay ana cease to be-" Happy are those who,
IKE the friend we now commit to the sepul-
chre, can look back upon life unstained bv
unworthy actions, and upon a character ON
which rests no dishonest record. We arc adj
monished by the repeated departure of eur
long standing friends, acquaintances and osso-
cates, that we too must soon be summoned to
join the innumerable host which has nracadad
in the grand march of destiny. God has soft
its duration in the heart of everything. The
great clock of destiny is ever moving. notb;no
can stop it; the sleepless pendulum ever SWINGS
ticking one child of Adam into existence, and
ticking another out; nor will there be any ma
terial change till the story is ended. . w.