King, Harvey H. 1836-1914
KING, BARTHOLOMEW, CARPENTER, DORLAND, HILL, GARRISON, SCOVEL
Posted By: Reid R. Johnson (email)
Date: 2/21/2020 at 17:20:22
Elkader Register & Argus, Thur., 08 Oct. 1914. Cox Creek column.
Harvey King, an old resident of this vicinity, died at his home last Friday. His funeral was held Sunday at the Pleasant Grove church.
Added by S. Ferrall:
Harvey H. King was born in Oneida Co., N.Y., Sept. 24, 1836 and died at his home near here Oct. 2, 1914 at the age of 78 years and 7 days.
He was married to Mrs. Emily Bartholomew March 29, 1865. To this union was born one daughter, Mrs. Ambrose Carpenter, who with his bereaved wife, one step-daughter, Mrs. Sarah Dorland of Charles City, Ia.; one step-son, Barney Bartholomew, of Osceola, Mo.; two sisters, Mrs. Cordealia Hill, of La Cresent, Minn. and Mrs. Lauura Garrison of Fayette, Ia.; four grand-children and four great grand children, are left to mourn his loss.
He was a Charter member of the Christian church of Pleasant Grove and lived up to that faith for the past twenty years. A few days before his death he sang two verses of "Take me, Lord, as I am," and one verse of "Oh, Think of the Home Over There" and offered up a very fervent prayer. He said to his friends who called to see him, "Of course we can't say we want to leave our friends, but I am ready to go when the Lord calls."
He came to Clayton Co., Iowa at the age of 21 years, where he has since resided with the exception of six years spent in Kansas.
He served for a time in the War of '65, in the 21st Infantry from which he was honorably discharged.
For over two years he was in poor health and for the past three months he was a constant sufferer until the Lord called him to his heavenly home where all is peace and rest.
The funeral services were held Sunday at the Christian church, Rev. True of Edgewood officiating. The remains were laid to rest in the Cox Creek cemetery. The pall bearers were six grandsons: Harvey Carpenter, Walter, Edward and Nat Scovel, and Charley and Dennie Dorland.
The hands that have toiled in patient love
We must fold to clasp no more,
Till we pass the portals of light above
And tread the eternal shore.
But they'll beckon and wait at Heaven's gate
Beckon for us to come
And share the bliss of that rich estate
In those mansions of love at home.
Only gone to those mansions fair,
To join the ransomed throng,
To sound anew with the pure and true
The songs to earth unknown.
Could we catch a strain of the sweet refrain,
Although but a broken part,
The echo alone would soo the pain
Of the saddest weeping heart.
~Strawberry Point Mail-Press, Thursday, October 8, 1914
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