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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 30, 1856

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 8, No. 26.

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OBITUARY.

By P. R. Chamberlain

DEAR BRO. WHITE:—It becomes my painful duty to announce to you the death of my beloved husband, John Chamberlain. He now sleeps in Jesus. O precious words to my aching heart! and how truly I can say them in regard to him. Thanks be to our God, for to him belongeth all the glory, for the grace imparted unto him, which has enabled him to live a truly Christian life.
The Bible was his standard, by which he judged himself, and all things besides. In all the transactions of life, he would ever refer to the Bible, for the right, or wrong. Truly it can be said of him, He took the Bible for the man of his counsel. And then again, prayer has been the great secret of his Christian life and good example, which he has left for us to follow; for truly he lived a life of prayer. For more than thirty-four years I have been his companion, and never knew him to omit secret prayer night and morning; and often in other parts of the day, to my knowledge, he has been engaged in fervent prayer for God's dear children, and the precious cause, which lay very near his heart; and to the last, while he remained conscious, could be heard the frequent, earnest petitions to God for grace and strength in that hour of trial; and the Lord heard and answered in a wonderful way; for his death was calm and peaceful, as his life had ever been. He heard not the cries and groans of his dear children, at their first apprehension of losing their dear father; for they were not aware of danger until he was unconscious; neither was he, himself, to our knowledge. He died on Sabbath morning, at 3 o'clock, Oct. 4th.
If you please, give notice in the paper, that friends at a distance may know of it. His age was sixty-four years and four months. He died of typhoid fever. He was sick two weeks. We have great cause for gratitude, in our sorrow, that all things were so kindly ordered by a Father's love. The fever was of the mildest form, and dear husband did not seem to suffer greatly at any time, after the first three or four days. He complained only of restlessness, and at last, fell asleep as gently as a child.
P. R. CHAMBERLAIN. Maspeth, N. Y., Oct. 12th, 1856.