Fayette Coykendall, a son of Levi Coykendall, died last Friday afternoon, after a protracted sickness, at the age of 48, leaving a widow, a son and a daughter.
The funeral, which was held from his late residence Sunday afternoon, was largely attended, the Rev. Mr. Barber of this village conducting the solemn and impressive services.
He had been almost a life-long resident of the town of Canadice. His kindness of heart made him a large circle of friends, and his death is sincerely mourned by the entire community.
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Eliza Jane Coykendall died at the residence of herself and husband, Fayette Coykendall, in Canadice Valley, on the 19th ult., aged 37 years, 11 months and 4 days. She was the daughter of Henry McCrossen, being the first taken out of a family of twelve children.
After sixteen years of affectionate, devoted, faithful wedded life, she leaves behind her a daughter (Carrie), a son (Harry), with her husband, and a large circle of relatives and friends, to mourn their great bereavement.
Several years ago she was converted and joined the Methodist church, of which she continued an active and devoted member till she was translated to the church triumphant in heaven. At her convertion the graces adn spirit of Christ seemed to transfuse and lift her naturally amiable qualities and character into something almost superhuman.
In all the relations of life - as wife, mother, child, friend, and member of the church of Christ - she was faithful, patient, lovely in spirit, devoted and consecrated. Although frail in health, seeming scarcely able, and living remote, she made her way regularly to the house of God, and especially to the social meetings of the church. Thus was nurtured that shed of halo around her life, and brought her joy and victory and unearthly glory in her final passage.
A short time before her departure she sank away and seemed for a time to all around her to be gone; but apparently returning and reviving she exclaimed; “Oh, how happy! I see the angels. Oh, I am so happy! Oh, I am so happy!” Repeating this she passed rapturously to her heavenly rest.
She made minutely all the arrangements for her funeral, requesting the presence of the three pastors who officiated, and that she be laid to her rest at 4 o’clock in the afternoon. All her requests were complied with as far as possible; she was followed to her burial by a large circle of loving and appreciating friends. She sleeps on the hillside above the beautiful valley, in full view of the home and fields and school grounds of her sunny childhood, and just by the roadside where will often pass and repass those who most loved her, and whom she loved, and loves still.
Could anything be more beautiful than thus to pass away and thus to lie down to a final rest? Thus resting she “yet speaketh” - speaketh more clearly and earnestly than ever before the lessons of her beautiful life - lessons of love, patience, goodness and consecration. May we all ever have ears to hear! The relatives of the deceased take this opportunity to express their thanks to their friends for abounding kindness in this period of their trial.
By Z. Hurd - The Livonia Gazette, 5 August 1887.
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