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- Newspaper Obituary - Thursday, February 18, 1875 Pulaski Democrat - Pulaski, New York - Casket - Richardson - In New Centerville, February 13th, 1875, Freeman Richardson, aged 84 years.
Newspaper Obituary - Thursday, March 18, 1875 Pulaski Democrat - Pulaski, New York - Obituary - The late Freeman Richardson was born March 2_th, 1791, in Barry, Massachusetts. He united with the Baptist Church in Barry, at the age of 1_years. Removed to Ellisburg, Jefferson County, New York, in 1813, was married the same year and joined the Army as a volunteer, serving until the close of the war. He died February 12 and was buried in Woodville, Jefferson County, New York, February _, 1875. However, aged our friends maybe, we still mourn their departure, and think death an unfeeling tyrant, who spares neither age nor youth. But why need we feel thus when a good old Christian soldier of the cross is called from earth, one who has tried to serve his master faithfully, who has set a good example to all around him, who has finished his work on earth and has done it well. How much more appropriate would it be to rejoice that his weary pilgrimages over, and that now he may enjoy the rest so much needed. He was ready for that journey, with his _on waiting to hear his master's call, "Come ye blessed of my father, and _the joys prepared for you." It is a beautiful _ to _ an aged person thus fully prepared to _ death, like a _of wheat all ready for the harvest. To such, death comes naturally, like a lamp with the oil burned out, just flashes and fades away. Death coming just as life is complete and calmly and peacefully the end is reached. They can say, "though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me, and Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me." When a Christian has reached this point in his progress, earth no longer allures him, heaven draws nearer and nearer, until it seems that there is but one step from this earthly to the heavenly, just one link between the _and the spiritual, waiting just outside the pearly gates. They seem to catch a glimpse of the Angels in waiting, and of glory beyond. Mourn not for such, but think of them _from all harm, happy beyond all that earth can afford safe in the arms of Jesus, and _with him to all the glories of that _ house, where he can forever dwell among those green pastures, and beside the still waters. Who would not so live is to receive such an inheritance, who would not die and hope of such a gracious and eternal home, where all is joy, and peace, and love.
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