Died, at the residence of his father, in Harrison township, Henry county, Ohio, on the morning of the 10 February, 1871, MILTON SPANGLER, only son of LEVI and ----- SPANGLER, aged 25 years, 3 months and 6 days. His illness, though short, was severe; yet wehn the messenger of death came it found him prepared. He had not been connected with any branch of Christian Church but was a youn man of strictly moral habits. But the day before he died he realized the Saviour as his Saviour, [smudged] very happy, and died in great peace and in hope of a glorious resurrection. He was buried on Sabbath, and although the day was stormy a large concourse of people attended his funeral, which was satisfactory evidence of the universal esteem with which he was regarded by the community.
His brother Masons rendered their assistance, and the services were truly solemn. He leaves a loving and affectionate wife, whose heart refuses comfort since her best hopes and brightest joys have been so soon crushed. Their union was blessed but a few short months when death claimed the dear object of her love. The parents have lost a dutiful and affectionate child. It was hard to consign their last, only son to the dark caverns of the grave; but in the blessed assurance that it is well with him they submit to the divine will. Eight sisters bow their heads in deep sorrow; for their only brother, the pride and comfort of their hearts has been stricken down in the full bloom and vigor of youth and the strength of manhood. He also leaves many other relatives and dear friends who mourn his early death; for he was a young man highly esteemed, dearly loved, and honored by all who knew him, and will not soon be forgotten.
All who witnessed the last interview between him and his tried, faithful friend, J D. MORROW, will not soon foret that affecting scene, as he bowed his head to the last whispered remarks of the dying young man. Little did we think, as we saw the tears fall thick and fast from his weeping eyes, that ere another six months should roll their round, he would join that dear friend on the other shore, whose tears are no more shed, and where sickness, sorrow, pain and death are unknown. But God's ways are not our ways. May this dispensation of his providence bring us seriously to reflect upon our ways, and to think of the responsibilities of this life and the necessity of preparing for the life to come.
Mrs. L. E. McRILL