The Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1885-1886, 1886-02-23
AT REST FOREVER.
All that is Mortal of the Late John
Whitsitt>C Committed to the Tomb
1.-The Funeral Eulogy.
PREEMPTIoN, H., Feb. %.

Inc lnterment Oh TIE ldtt Johh Nhit
slit took place Saturday, the ooh inst.
After short service at the home. the
funeral cortege, composed OF large con
course of sorrowing friends and neigh
bors, repaired TO the Presumption NJ. Il
church, where the pastor, Rev. j. b.
Ollie, preached an eloquent and effective
discourse from the words recorded IN
Ecclesiasties Z: /:
A good name is better than precious ointment,
and the day of DEATH than the day of ones birth.
The pail bearers were John Clarke. ID.
A. Clarke. Thos. Armstrong. G. ".
Blakely, Edward FarweH, James Connel-
lly, w. W. Johnston, j y. Johnston, j.
B. Vance and John Gilmore. At the
close of the sermon Rev Ollie delivered
the following:
EuLoGY.
John WhilSitt was born in Rossiea,
county Fermanagh. Ireland June z, 1916,
Was married to Eliza Henry, August ~,
1886 He came to this country in 1874,
and settled on section three, Presumption
township. where he has ever since lived,
and where his mortal remains will be
buried Mr. Whtsitt was the father of
six children, three sons and three daugh-
tiers, two of whom have preceded hun TO
the eternal world-Roberi, who died IN
infancy, and Mary A, who died at the age
of fourteen years MIR. WhtSitt died
Feb. IS, 1886, aged 60 years, s months
and 10 days. Early in June, 1885, he was
| taken sick, and with few exceptions had
been confined to his house ever since.
Unknown to him the foe had steadily en-
trenched itself in the very citadel of his
lie. Driving with his own hand he came
TO consult his family physician, who told
him of his danger. TO the thought that
his death sickness was upon him he
| turned an unbelieving car, but following
the directions of his physician he sought
| medical skill to destroy the foe The
| last hone Of doing this faded from his
mind months ago, and patiently he
watched the progress Of the disease, until
| the brain wearicd unconsciouSnesS came,
and the vital spark died ont like AL
our race has or will do, he passed
tom the mortal To the Immortal
| He died in the housc his industry and
frugalily had built Around his couch
was the wife who fifty wears ago took
his name, feeble in body, and with vision
d!mmrd, but with lose uuauetei; the
| son, whose watchiul cafe has been un-
ccasing the faithful grali-nu the luviuI
pnd duliful daughters, who watched with
| Inte4Se emotion the last struggle.
| The sorrow of parting Is upon Us. The
familiar voice aud form VIII he missed
form among Us; bat Gods goodness and
mercy is, should and will be remembered
| lie has lived the time allotted TO man;
he has secured good and comfortable
| home he had seen his children grow o
manhood and womanhooi, and they were
ali near him; he had the warning and the
time to assauge his earthly affairs; he had
| sought the lord in his youth, and the
| comforts and consolation that come from
a christian experience were his. lie had
left his house in order TO me very
early in his sickness he expire sscd hope,
| and rcjOiccd in his communion with
Christ and later, when he could with
great difficulty aItlculate, he said, there
is rest for the weary Let us hope he
entered into that rest. Thus, with good
lease of life, in the quiet of his own
home, surrounded by wife and children,
and attended by old neighbOrs aud
friends, he paid the debt Of nature, and
attested the power of a christian faith.
The last time he was in this church,
May cath, 1855 he spoke in our love-
feast meeting. He spoke with earnest
ness and emotion that many still remem-
Der. God had dealt tenierly with him,
and this he often repeated to me in my
conversations with him. lie identified
himself with the Presbyterian church
many years ago. The voice Is hushed,
the form will be buried out of light, the
seasons will come and 60. joy and sorrow
will continue to struggle against each
other. The house that he built, the i'm
provemenS that he made, the trees tnat
he planted will often remind you of him,
hut all these will yield to the ravages OF
time, but his ''soul his is immortal ms his
siu-can never die" But beyond the
reach Of time and decay, in the bosom 81
God. III The temple not made with
hands, you may find him whom this day
you feel that YOU have lost.
a CARD OF THAMES
The family of the late John Whitsitt
wish to express their heartfelt gratitude
10 those kind friends and TcighbJrs who
so Hnliringly and faithfully watched and
waited on their loved one through his
long and painful! illness In an especial
manner is this deserving of the young
men Of our neighbDrhood.
BENZ WHITsITE