Death of Mr. James Erwin.
“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”

This venerable and aged citizen of our village departed this life on Monday last. For several years  past he has been afflicted, and for the last few months confined to his room.  Mr. Erwin has been for a number of years a consistent member of the church, showing by his exemplary conduct that he had indeed been born again from death unto life.  As a citizen his conduct was irreproachable—as a neighbor he was kind and obliging—as a friend true and faithful—and as a parent and husband, tender and affectionate.  He leaves a large number of children and grandchildren with an extended number of friends to mourn his loss.  But like the Patriarchs of olden time, being full of years, he has been gathered to his fathers.  In connection with the death of a near relative, there is a beauty in the contemplation of the immortality of the soul.

“Immortality o’ersweeps
All pains, all tears, all time, all fears—and peals
Like the eternal thunders of the deep,
Into my ears this truth—Thou liv’st forever.”