The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1909-03-18
The Cilleys Of Brooks.


The John Cilley spoken Of in the elm
pings enclosed as having died last fall in
California, was the youngest son of the
late judah Cilley of South Brooks and
passed his boyhood there. Augustus was
an older brother. William Cilley. now
living in East Belfast, was near neigh
Dor and will well remember how, many
years ago, he and John and the Thompson
boys used to loaf during the stormy win
ter days and long evenings at VIM. O.
Jones' store in South Brooks. We taught
school there as young fellow and re-
member the parties well. John Cillev
was member of Marsh River Lodge of
Masons of Brooks and paid his dues here
until his death, M T Dow
When Augustus Cilley of Billiards Bar.
now 80 years of age, heard of the sudden
death of his younger brother, John W.
Cilley, at West Butte, Suffer county, last
September, to whom he was fondly at
tached, he penned the verses given be-
low, and dedicated them to his sister,
Mrs. E. J. Proper, of Suffer county, who
has asked The Cause to put them into
print.
Our brother has gone to his long rest;
No more can pain cause unhappiness.
A deep repose now he has found,
A sleep that's lasting and profound
That early September morning
He was called without warning.
He was stricken in the midst of his labors
And was found dead by one of his neighbors.
He died as he had lived, -alone;
No home had he ever called his own.
He led lone bachelors life,
Without the solace of wife.
He had disease incurable
That at times was uncomfortable.
To say as Jobs wife he could scarce refrain
When suffering that incessant pain
To doctors he had paid large sum
In hopes to cure his arm and thumb;
No help; it seems beyond belief;
No cure; until death brought relief
No more can affected nerves now wrench;
No fear now of incompetence;
No fear of blighting old age,
For he has found quiet grave.
AS he had often wished, he died
Before the hand of charity was tried;
Before old age, deaf and senIle,
Had rendered him unfit the while
To take care of himself
In doing things he had his way;
In saying things he had his say;
But duty he was never known to dodge
AS member of Masonic lodge.
Into the Mason's lodge he had paid
His dues for five long decades;
Always was an honored brother
In that oldest ancient order
As twas given him to see the light,
He was ever strenuous for the right;
A partisan, he strong for party;
In friendships he was true and hearty.
In his prime he loved to hunt;
In his speech was plain and blunt;
His honesty had the true ring
AS was his shooting on the wing
His love of justice was innate.
His years of life We're sixty-eight.
He was debarred from making wealth,
The ten last years, by ill-health.
With him, deceit, in word or act,
Or lies whether white or black
Were his Unborn aversion
He would not brook coercion.
If in his young days he had tried
And his embryo talent had applied
In learning some skilful trade,
A fortune he might have made,
AS he had a natural bent
Original things to invent.
Dying without struggle or shudder,
Passing from this world to another
Was an easy way to meet his death;
In harness he drew his latest breath.
Goodbye! Farewell! sleep on, sleep on,
Until the Christ our Savior comes
And calls him to the realms of bliss.
He will find happier world than this.
AUGUSTUS C1LLEY.
Billiards Bar, October 25, 1908.
Another verse from Mr.. Cilley's pen is
here given:
After this manner, therefore, pray ye.-
Matt, XII, 8.
Our Father, to Thee We now pray
That we may be kept in the straight and mar
row way
Which leads Up to Thy mansions above