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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 16, 1871

Obituary Notices.

Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth.

DIED, of palsy, April 7, 1871, at Gilbert’s Mills, Oswego Co., N. Y., Joel Chaffee, aged seventy-seven years. Bro. Chaffee was a believer in the near coming of Christ in 1843, and embraced the Sabbath and kindred truths about fifteen years ago. He was strict in his observance of the Sabbath, was a kind husband and father, a social and agreeable neighbor, and a man of strict integrity. His funeral was attended by a large concourse of neighbors and friends who listened attentively to a discourse from Rev. 22: 3: “There shall be no more curse.” DAVID ARNOLD.

DIED, in Portland, Maine, after five months of pining illness, Mrs. Elizabeth Rose, in the sixty-third year of her age. She has been an observer of the Sabbath for sixteen years, and a consistent Christian. She leaves a husband and many friends to mourn her loss. A comforting discourse was preached by Eld. J. B. Goodrich from 1 Thess. 4: 13. E. LÖBDELL.

DIED, in Darlington, April 20, 1871, Mary, wife of L. Chamberlin, aged fifty-eight years, eight months, and twenty days. She had been a great sufferer for five years. She embraced the Advent faith eight years ago, and died in the blessed hope of having part in the first resurrection. L. CHAMBERLIN.

DIED, in Moreland, Schuyler Co., N. Y., April 16, 1871, my dear sister A. Elizabeth, wife of Henry C. Sayler, in the thirty-first year of her age. Our sister had been seriously inclined for some time, and about two weeks before her death decided to devote her life to the service of God. She was possessed of great decision of character, and we have reason to hope that her conversion was genuine. When she found she was dying, she clasped her hands in prayer and then peacefully fell asleep. She leaves a husband and infant son to mourn her loss.

A golden chain is broken, A gentle voice is hushed, A precious form is laid away To slumber in the dust. But oh! ’tis not forever; For He who once has given His life a ransom that through him We might be heirs of Heaven, Will break those prison portals, And raise her from the tomb, To reign with him forevermore Where death can never come. F. J. BIDLER.