On Sunday evening, Nov. 3rd, 1888, we were startled by the announcement of the death of our friend and neighbor, Isaac M. Reid, for very few even knew that he was sick. He was born at New Lisbon, Columbiana county, Ohio, Nov. 11th, 1825, and died at Florida, Henry county, Ohio, Nov. 3rd, 1888, aged 62 years, 11 months and 22 days. He was united in marriage at Vienna, Mich., Sept. 22nd, 1850, to Emily S. Griswold, and made Toledo, Ohio, their home until 1872; moved to Florida, Ohio, and lived happily together until February 12th, 1884, when the wife departed this life on earth. Since that time he has made his home with his son and daughter, at Florida, Ohio, who yet survive him.

Mr. Reid was for a long time a boatman on the canal, and for a number of years was a grain merchant at Florida, bought, sold and shipped a great deal of grain from Florida, also handled a good deal of lumber, and later bought a few acres of land and farmed some, and done a great deal of hauling for a living. Religiously he was not a member of any church, but believing in an All-wise and Just Creator believing that love would do more to save mankind than fear. He died as he lived, fearing naught in the future. His last illness was but of a few days, but of intense suffering and constant pain, but he bore it all without a murmur or complaint; he is gone, and while we are below, he is at rest, we are in the storm, he is in the calm, we are in the battle. In his death the community has lost a worthy citizen, the children a loving father. May God's blessing fall richly upon the bereaved son and daughter, and may He who has promised never to forsake us, comfort the fatherless and motherless children in their sad affliction may the Lord bind up the broken hearts and sustain them in the dark hour and help them to bow in submission to His will, that they may receive daily such grace as will enable them to live with assurance that they will meet again beyond the rivers. His funeral took place at the M. E. Church at Florida, Ohio, the Rev. Brake officiating, after which his body was laid away in the Florida cemetery to await the resurrection morning, while his soul has gone to God who gave it.

So oft we've been called together.
As the past few days have gone,
And every time a neighbor is missing
We are all going one by one

Joseph Weible