Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1880-02-12

who was sent to summon him home, entered
bis presence words we're not needed to con.
vey the terrible news He read, with feelings
that only loving parent can have, the oblec,
of his coming. "Johu-y is Dead fell from
the fathers trembling lips and without furth-
er inquiry, the full knowledge Of his great
loss entered within his soul.
A telegram was Immediately sent to Louis
vile to have tbe oody forwarded by express
to Potosi. II arm Jed at Dubuque on Thurs
day evening ahd came up on the Friday
morning train, where il was received and ten
DERBY conveyed By number of his former
young companions and associates, first to the
house Of his parents; and next, in the after
noon, accompanied by a large concourse of
citizens and friends, to his place Of final rest
in the cemetery at British Hollow. John s.
Coons, or as we remember him and prefer
still to call him, Johnny Coonsn was a boy
of quiet and pleasant ways and of more than
ordinary intelligence, and in his latter years
was spoken Of by his employer as very
worthy and promising young man-one in
whom be could repose the utmost confidence
aud whose mechanical skill and proficiency
in planning and executing work not classed
as ordinary, showed him to be genius and
expert in the mechanical arts that would have
soon given HIM place and position among the
many and useful artisans Of the country. A
few months more would have completed his
apprenticeship and he was fondly dreaming
OF the time when il should be accomplished.
and when, for the first time since his depar-
ture four years since, he would return home
and once more fil his accustomed place with
in the family circle - not as the stripline
youth when he left the paternal roof but as
young man developed in physical and mental
form and possessed Of all those qualities that
grace and adorn society But, alas what
are human expectations and all the bright
hopes that nil the human heart Go with me
to the parlor where Johnny Coons" lies
sleeping. Approach and behold him now =,
So cold. so still, SO mute and motionless in
the arms of death. A mothers sobs, faith
er's anguish, sisters and brothers silent
tears disturb him not. The dull, cold ear of
death is senseless to the voice of woe. Place
flowers, beautiful fowers-affection' tribute
to the loved and lost -and wreaths of fair
inanortellss twined by loving hands around
the casket wherein reposes his fair young
form weave, with deft and gentle fingers the
rose, the myrtle and the fadeless amaranth
in crown and cross and sacred heart and
place them on that silent form, It's all that
earthly love can do. He is not there. These
perishable flowers and whitening emblems of
the Better Land, shall droop and disappear
and be forgotten. But he whose young and
noble life is ended here, still lives where
flowers perennial bloom, where crowns of
purest gems that never fade shall deck his
brow and where foweth river whose stream
makes glad the city of our God Weep not
for him. IL is well with the boy.
San angels arm can't snatch him from the grave
Legions of angels can't confne him there
4 funeral sermon will be preached by the
Rev. Mr., Ball, next Sabbath morning at half
past ten o'clock, at the Congregational
church, in Potosi S.
Potos, February 10, 1880.