Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1902-09-16
OBITUARY.
FREDERICK n. FRYE OF NORTH
FRYEBURG.

FRYEBURG.
Oh, our dear Nat, can it be that he
has gone over to the majority?
Sad are all hearts that knew him as
the writer knew him for the past half
century.
Frederick n. Frye was born, reared and
always lived in Fryeburg. He owned
and titled the same ancestral farm,
bounded by the Saco in its meanderings
for miles. His early life Injured him to
face with vigor the need to strenuously
earn or aid to earn his own living. His
widowed mother was a gem Of excel.
lence, yes true lady of the old school,
Her father was DR.. Moses Chandler
His father, grandfather and great-grand.
father were notable in the early history
of the good old town, not long after the
days of the Lovewell-Paugus fight
hence the name Fryeburg.
Our dear Frederick N, by his OWL
efforts in early life obtained scholarly
education. As a teacher he was solicited
in many directions. Even his services
were sought as far as Washington, d. c.,
and Virginia, where a wealthy cousin
lived, and owned three hundred slaves
NO." said Nat, 81 was born free.
man, | will die freeman. / will con.
sort with none other than those who be.
lieve in free air of freedom" This
sentence, dropping from his lips, was
published in thousand northern papers.
A declining mother, failing sister
and an affectionate, though yet sturdy
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extensive field of life, so after his return
from years sojourn at Washington, he
has lived at North Fryeburg, on what
has been known as Fish Street"
He owned perhaps two hundred acres
of the finest Saco valley farm. His
barn, holding an hundred tons was more
than filled. His large house was but a
synonym of hospitality for every re-
spectacle taveler or visitor. His kind
address and genial face wero familiar to
everyone for miles around, and not an
enemy did he have. His daily life was
the soul of industry, working with his
own hands early and late, even attentive
to the needs of everybody and every
thing around him. Yet his mind never
grew old. His library and his dailies he
preserved, and the wonder is how he
found time to do 80 much.
Five years ago he said to the writer:
81 may be wearing out; | will never rust
out"
Such was the case. His failing vigor
for some time occasioned the appre-
hension of his nearest friends.
On the 9th ult.. he, having gone be-
yOnd the three-score and ten life, passed
peacefully to the realm of the great
silent majority.
Knowing from personal knowledge
that he was well-versed in the sublime
truths of Free Masonry, am glad to say
he was buried by the brethren with such
distinctive honor. Few men lived up to
its transcendent teachings as he.
In early life his mothers well-supplied
table was largely the result of his own
industry. That, as all his after-life was
even characterized by his fidelity to
truth, honor, right, and the ennobling
attributes, as expressed on the day be-
fore his decease by our dear President
Roosevelt, when, after grasping my
hand in his special car, his eye met my
eye, close to him, and he appreciated my
nod of approval.
1t seems scarce possible that at that
hour our dear "Nat" was 80 near the
portals of the unknown hereafter"
He left large heritage of fortune.
His warmest religious friends need
have no apprehension as to his future.
If justice, truth, virtue, honesty and a
jealous, upright life count for anything,
he will receive future crown, as an en-
phatic illustration of the Survival of
the fittest."
He never smoked, nor drank a glass
of liquor, but was ever ready to aid the
unfortunate.
His religion was broad-minded and
practical.
In politics he was ever an earnest
Republican.
"Requiescat in pace" "vale, Vale"
oh "bone" Nat.
Your neighbor for twenty years,
JAMES z. CHANDLER.