The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1886-09-16
Death Of Wnl. M. Davey.

! Whatever else the historian may sa
Of ". NJ. Davey,it will be recorded tha
he WAS man of the strictest integri
ty aAl undoabted honesty
/ When we consider the age in whic
we live, it is great thing if we cal
stand at the grave of n friend and say
This was an honest man..
As public officer, Squire Dave!
was faithful, vigilant and prompt. lii
had no enemies to punish, but in his &C
ceptance of public trust he demon
strated by his acts that he was not gov
erned by any other ambition than tt
give every man with whom he nigh
/ come IN contact what was justly due
him. 1t was this characteristic thai
| first won the respect of his fellows anG
at last brought about him circle ol
friends that no power could break.
Death did at last come and the silver
cord was broken, but from his grave the
! golden cable of memory leads back to
world he has left, and though the sod.
ded hammock that marks his last rest
ing place, may blossom and fade with
the changing seasons, the remembrance
of his goodness will never fade.
There was possibly not a man in the
county that numbered so many friends,
who commanded SO much respect as
Squire Davey. He was a man of
strong conviction and in politics was an
answering Democrat. Nothing could
shake his faith in his party and no
power could shake him when he had
once t-ken stand, and though the en-
emy might chide, though his opponents
might battle, it was high compliment
that in the last hour when the clods
from the sections shovel were reading
the closing chapter in his life. that they
should come forward and say, he was q
foeman worthy of our steel; tdere was
no act that did not bear the imprint of
honesty. there was no measure that he
advocated that we believe was tainted
with impurities. We tender our heart
felt sympathy to the family. He was
called. as we may be called tomorrow,
but as we grieve his loss, as we SORROW,
remember his was grand lie. 1t was
Q triumph, and then it must not be forgot
ten that though tn. clouds hang low. be-
yond the stars are shining brightly, and
in God's promise We have picture Of
h mansion not built with hands, eter-
nal with the skies.
THE FUNERAL.
The funeral on yesterday after
noon was the largest ever wit
messed i'm Logan. The citizens of
The town generally were in at
Old friends from miles
about in the country were pres
snt. Tie ceremonies were con-
lucted under the impressive rit-
lal of the Masonic Order. the
odge OF our town as body, as
we'll as many members of lodges
rom neighbo-ing towns, taking
public part. The Band. playing
/ funeral dirge. led The process
ION. Following the Masonic or
Ter came the county officers, and
printers. and a body of not less
han thousand citizens.
Tie religious exercises were |
leId in the NJ. E. Church, con-
Iacted by the resident pastor.
rev. Bur.s. assisted by Rev.
Of the nj. E. Church OF
iibisonviile, and Rev. Moore 'oi
he Lngaa Presbyterian Church,
he Altar was profusely adorned
ii,h living flower plants, filing
he vast church room with fra
rance. and serving the Minister
n his sermon with a beautiful il
of the Resurrection.
The casket wes decorated with
opened wheat and flowers in sere
nd yellow leaf, woven into in
ignias of The Masonic order.
Rev. Burns preached a sermon
Duchinsly tender to afflicted
carts. hopeful in the promises of
n inspired text, and strong in
he wholesome thoughts suggest
d to those ofus who are fast fol
,wing in the swift journey to
ne ocean.
At set of sun, The remains OF
ne good old man were.put in the
mbrace of our mother earth, to
eep until the Resurrection.-l
ay he rest in peace.