The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1911-12-21
OBITUARY.

Clayton v. Jackson died December Sd, at tn,
age of Is years and z months. He had beer
i'll for more than a year with diabetes anG
made brave fight to regain his health. II
was not realized that he was so soon to past
away until few hours before his death. He
was the youngest son of Justin v. and Ida T
Jackson of Montville, was good boy, and q
favorite with all who knew him. The funeral
took place December 9Th. Rev. E. A. Dinslov
beautiful, and included pillow by the family
with the words "Our Darling" pillow from
Mr.. and Mrs j. W. Wentworth, Mr.. and Mrs
George Edmunds and Mr.. and Mrs. George
Gordon with the name Clayton; cut flowers
by neighbors, Mrs. Cain, Rogers, Goodwin and
Tasker; fifteen pinks from Gus Dinsmore and
wife; bouquets from Grace Luce, Lottie Nc
Msiy Wentworth, and pinks from Helen
Gordon. The interment was in Mount Repose
cemetery.
"MY BOY"
MARY Sylvester Paden.]
They will crown thee with white lilies,
They will bind them round thy brow,
To thy noble, fearless spirit
All in fear and love shall bow.
They will crown thee with white lilies,
Pure as thine own boyish heart.
thou wilt eer know pain or sorrow
Thou and they be far apart.
They will crown thee with the laurel
In the lofty paths of fame
Wisdoms seven pillared temple
Proudest noblest, be thy name,
And the hearts of men shall tremble
AS tho pierced with proudest lance,
When thou read'st their hidden secrets
With thy deep eyes searching glance.
They will place the classic bay wreath
On thy noble brow. my boy;
Thou wilt move godlike among them
Thou wilt be thy nations joy;
And these tokens of thy victories,
Thou wilt bring them all to me
And will. kneelng, say, "My mother,
have won all these for thee
But they crowned him with the cypress,
Laid the myrtle on his breast,
And they shut him from the sunshine,
Evermore to be at rest.
Yet hear the lingering music
VI his voice when soft winds sigh,
And it seems he still is with me
o. l dreamed not he could die!
And cry in bitter anguish
"Oh, forsake me not, My God!''
But He answers, "Child, love thee,
Thou must pass beneath the rod"
Vain my wild dreams of ambition
Faded every earthly joy,
And only wait the summons
That will call me to my boy.
Fred B. Foye, well-known and highly re-
spected resident of China, died Dec. 7th at his
home in that town, aged 81 years. He was
born in Montville and had spent % years of his
life in the meat business in Boston. Thirty
three years ago Mr.. Foye married Miss Mary
Estes of China, and on their return from Mas
sachusetts about 16 years ago they went to
live on the old Estes place, where Mr.. Foye
died. The home had been thoroughly modern
lied in which to spend in comfort their declin-
ing years. Mr.. Foye was a member of Central
Lodge of Masons and Dunlap r. A. C. He was
also member of Silver Lake Grange and many
years its treasurer. He was one of the stock
holders and leading spirits in the China Tele-
phone Co., and had been treasurer since its Or
ganization. Mr. Foye leaves a widow and one
daughter, Lillian, to mourn their loss. The
funeral was held at p. NJ, Sunday, Rev.
Longley officiating, and the interment was in
Riverside cemetery.
Ivory Kicker died in the hospital at Togus
Dec. 9th, after long illness. He was born in
Monroe 56 years ago, and was a farmer. He
enlisted in Co. F, 4th Me. Inf, Aug. %, 1868,
He was admitted to the Home from Dover,
Sept. II, 1911.
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