PASSING OF A NOTED WOMAN
The Oldest of Five Generations Passes
Surrounded by those she
loved, while the clock was striking the hour of 10 on a beautiful Sabbath morning, slowing
the "gates of Paradise" opened and another soul was welcomed into the
"Celestial City" by Him who had spoken the "well done" and by those
beloved of earth who in the long long years gone by have been there awaiting her coming.
child, aged nearly 80 years, and who is in feeble health but who was able to be present at
the funeral only. When Grandma Hobart took ill on the evening of July 2d, she never
complained but retired early at 5 o'clock saying she was tired. She never again occupied
her place among the family. The funeral service was held at the home on Tuesday at 11
o'clock, conducted by Rev. Love assisted by Rev. Woods.
Rev. Love spoke words of encouragement from the text found in Psalm 91:16. Rev. Woods read for the scripture lesson the 90th Psalm. A choir composed of Mrs. G.L. Houtchens, Mrs. J.A. Robinson, W.H. Duffie and E.S. Rings sang the following favorite selections: There'll Be No Dark Valley, Asleep in Jesus and Sometime We'll Understand, after which the mortal remains of her who had been with us for so many years was conveyed by hearse to the family burying lot north of town. The floral tributes were beautiful and profuse.
Many articles have been written in the past about the subject of this sketch and yet there are many more which could be written of equal interest.
When we consider her extreme age and the wonderful changes that have been wrought since her birth we marvel not at the lapse of time. Since her birth there have been 10 wild unsettled territories converted into state, 23 presidents have been inaugurated and many many inventions for the betterment of mankind have been made. Grandma Hobart was a descendant of Henry Dunster, first president of Harvard college, and occupied with honor, the head of five generations, the remaining four being present at her burial.
She was also very proud of her name. Governor Chittenden, first governor of Vermont, had a little grand-daughter who was a close neighbor when grandma was born and being very fond of the tiny babe, she begged that she might give her a name. She consequently named her for herself, the plain, simple name of Polly.
She was an eye-witness to the hanging of the only man ever hung in Hancock county, - a man by the name of Frame, who was hung on a scaffold built by her husband, on what is known as the "Big Meadows" southwest of Carthage.
In the home she has left are many tokens of her handiwork. Quilts, tidies and cushions adorn the home and are mementos of her industrious life. Her burial robe, a beautiful black silk henrietta dress was made by her own hands and put upon her at her own request. Her wishes were carried out in full as her plans had all been made. "Mother" has "gone home," and (missing) in example and precept she beckons her loved ones to follow her to that land where there is no more parting. Peace to her dust.