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On his twenty-sixth birthday, Novem-
Der II, 1851, Mr.. Tenney was married to
Miss Rachael d. Miner, sister of the late
Rev. DR.. Miner. Of Boston, at her home
in Lempster, N. H. They came West
six years after, and made their home in
Lacrosse where they have continued to
live till death did part.
Mr.. Tenney became one of the charter
members Of the First Universalist Soci-
ETY. in La Crosse, which was organized
in 1860. He was chosen secretary Of the
society, later its president, and finally
it's treasurer, acting as one of the trus-
tees almost continuously from date Of
organization. A more accurate and
faithful steward never served the church
than he.
In 1871, he was appointed Chief of
Police. of La Crosse, being the first to
hold the Office under the revised city
charter. He was Republican. When
his tenure of Office began. "Brick Pome-
roy" the widely known editor of the La
Crosse Democrat, but not famous for
generosity to those Of an opposite party,
paid him this tribute: "Mr. Tenney is
an old detective, a gentleman, and will
make most popular and efficient Chief.
He will throw about the office moral
prestige that will exalt the station, which
few men could do"
Mr.. Tenney had been q successful
business man, but, in ill-health, retired
several years ago. He has occupied a
share of his leisure with literature. He
has written much in rhyme. many of his
poems having been published under the
name of Fuller" He was the discov.
erer Of the Tenney coat Of arms which
appears in the voluminous record Of the
family, and owned its electrotype.
He has been a patient sufferer, and
was confined to the house for the most
Of year. The companion of his years
has watched tenderly at his side; friends
kept bright with flowers the chamber Of
sickness; all that love and skill could
do for him was done; his last weeks were
cheered and comforted by the presence
Of brother. He passed in peace Friday
morning, August 16.
The funeral services took place from
the home late Sunday afternoon. and
were largely attended by friends. neigh
bors, and citizens. "Jesus, Lover of My
Soul" was sung by the church quartette
choir and, after the pastors remarks,
"The Holy Land Of Heaven" At the
grave the choir sang sweetly "Near.
or My God to Thee," and the service OF
committal was said.
THE PASTORS REMARKS.
The face of death looks not alike to
any two persons, and the event of death
is dissimilar in our homes. Seeds drop
ped into the earth may resemble. Their
springing may be the same. But in the
autumn, when the frost kills. leaf and
flower have an individuality that time
has marked and men have loved. Birth
has not the variety of death because
it is the springing time when it appear
eth not what we shall be, even in the
world in which we have begun to be.
Death is the maturing time. or that fol-
lowing the opportunity which things
hath to form and prove themselves in
the world. Nor is it always timed to
meet and garner maturity. 1t may in.
wade all stages of development, and may
take the child, the youth, or the man in
the midst of his years. 1t came to him
whose loss our hearts have heen estimat-
ing these last days as ne was entering
upon his three score years and ten. The
allotted time, or thereabout, on earth
had been his, and we'll had he proved
himself. One that had convictions of
his own, one that took his place and oc-
cupied it, one that was true to the de-
mands of the day and faithful to the
trusts committed to him, one in whom
friendship might confide. one on whom
the heart Of home did safely lean,-a
Christian character. an honest man, a
beautiful friend. loving husband and
companion,-has been taken from COM
munity, church and home.
Death did not come quickly for it's
treasure. as the early cold cuts down the
coleus or caladium. 1t fingered long on
the threshold of the now.invaded house.
1t hesitated before life. desire armed
with a strong will against it, while med.
ical skill and tender home-care and
friendships prayers kept 1t aloof.
Life had been good. Its continuance
was a coveted favor. All its deeps of
love had not been sounded; all its
heights had not been climbed; all its
charms had not been viewed. all its
fruits plucked and tasted, all its joys
realized. 1t was something more than
putting on and taking off ones shoes for
daily trudging, and nightly pausing in
monotonous routine, of which alone the
living spirit tires. This was still a
world beautiful sin the care Of our God
and ready still to yield a thousand
sweets of truth and love and Joy to him
who is faced in the way men progress.