Row, James 1817-1894

ROW, HARTLEY

Posted By: LA
Date: 8/9/2014 at 12:49:04

DIED-- At his home in Postville, Iowa, Sunday afternoon, May 6th, 1894, JAMES ROW, at the age of 77 years.

Deceased was born in Manea, Cambridgeshire, England, in 1817. Was married to Miss Alice Hartley in 1837. They came to America in 1848, and for forty-two years have been residents of Clayton and Allamakee counties. He survived his wife only five weeks and five days.

About three weeks ago he was seized with a severe cold, with all the symptoms of la grippe, but he kept up and around until Saturday, when he was completely prostrated, became unconscious and sank into a state of collapse, from which he never rallied. Though peculiar and eccentric in many ways, he was a kind and loving husband, upright and honest in his dealings, a kind and generous friend to those he loved.

Funeral services were conducted by Rev. Hand and Smith at the late home of deceased Tuesday afternoon, and the following morning the remains were taken to Mount Hope cemetery for interment by the side of his life companion, whose death was a source of deep grief to him, and over whose grave he had just superintended the erection of a handsome monument.

Card of Thanks.
We hereby wish to express our heartfelt thanks to the many friends who have so kindly assisted us during the late illness and death of our uncle, James ROW.
MR. AND MRS. E. T. HENDERSON.

Postville Graphic, Thurs. 10 May 1894 P 4 C 4

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A different obit was posted 3/22/2005 by S. Ferrall:

DIED. At his residence in Postville, on Sunday afternoon, May 6th, 1894, of pneumonia, Jas. ROW, aged 77 years.

James ROW was born and raised in Cambridgeshire, England, emigrated to America about 50 years ago. Has been a resident of this state 49 years. About 30 of that in this neighborhood and town. But a little over a month before (Mar. 27th) Mrs. ROW passed away.

Since her death "Uncle Jimmy" as he was familiarly called, had been very lonesome, not apparently caring to live. He contracted a severe cold which had fastened upon his lungs some days before, and contrary to the admonitions and advice of his friends he would not take proper care of himself. A week before he insisted upon going to French Creek to superintend the erection of the monument above his wife's remains, although at the time he should have been at home under the doctor's care. But he would not give up and was downtown as late as Friday afternoon two days before his death. Friday evening he sat on his porch and went to sleep out in the night air, which, in attack of pneumonia from which he did not rally, and was never fully conscious afterwards.

Mr. ROW had many peculiar characteristics, prominent among which was his set and unalterable will, which nothing could move. Kind and affiable to his friends he had no use at all for anyone who was not as straight and upright as himself. If there was ever an honest man Jas. ROW was one. His word was even better than his bond and his promptness was proverbial. During all the years that he was a subscriber to the Review he never missed the day or the hour that his subscription was due. Truth, honor and promptness seemed to be his religion, and while he would not vary from them himself he would not allow others with whom he had dealings to vary from them without a vigorous protest. For nineteen years our relations have been cordial and friendly, and we cannot let this opportunity go by without a word of friendly farewell.

He was born and reared to manhood in England but was an early settler of Allamakee county, settling on what was known as the English Bench in the fifties. Mr. ROW had no near living relatives and his property was left by will supposably to Mrs. E. T. HENDERSON, who was an adopted daughter, during her life and then to revert to her children, but of course the will has not yet been opened.

The services were held from the late residence on Tuesday afternoon and the remains were taken for interment to the MT. Hope cemetery on Wednesday, and deposited by the side of his wife, where we trust eternal peace may hover over the heart that is stilled. And so, old friend, goodbye!

Postville Review, 5/12/1894 - contributed by Sharyl Ferrall