Silas Bradford Newcomb, 1829-1890

NEWCOMB, NYE, MCQUILKIN, LEWIS, DOWNING, TODD, ORELUP

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Date: 9/9/2014 at 10:25:24

The Oelwein Register
Oelwein, Fayette Co., Iowa
01 Jan 1891
Page- column 4

S.B. NEWCOMB PASSED AWAY.

Another conspicuous figure has succumbed to the inevitable fate which awaits all earthly pilgrims. This community was shocked by the announcement of the sudden and unexpected death of S.B. Newcomb, who was stricken with paralysis of the brain about 5 o'clock, , Friday evening December 19, 1890, and within an hour passed to the eternal sleep which knows no awakening. Silas Bradford Newcomb was born in Madison, Lake Co., Ohio, March 24, 1829, where he grew to maturity, and in early manhood engaged in the manufacture of sash and blinds and acquiring a mastery of the trade. March 28, 1849, he was united in marriage to Susan A. Nye, with whom in 1858 he came to Iowa and settled in Clayton county, and there engaged in farming. It was here that he was called upon to mourn the death of his wife, who died Sept. 11, 1862. Five children had been born to bless their union, only two of whom are now living, Mrs. Lyda McQuilkin and Mrs. Ida Lewis, of Hayward, Wis. He married the second time to Mrs Julia Downing, May 4, 1865, by whom one child was born, now Mrs. Clara Todd, of Tacoma, Wash. In September 1876 they removed to Oelwein. November 29, 1880, he met with another affliction in the loss of his second wife. Since locating here continuously, engaging in different branches of business with varying success. Mr. Newcomb was a kind-hearted man of good motives, active and energetic in all the affairs of life, as a character who will be missed from the circles in which he is cherished now only in memory. The funeral services were held Monday, Dec. 22, from the Baptist church, conducted by Rev. Orelup, of West Union, and the remains were taken to Illyria for interment.

IN MEMORY OF OUR FATHER.
By Mrs. L. McQuilkin.

We have laid him gently down to rest.
In a casket 'neath the sod;
The body only is lying there,
The spirit is with its God.
Death has no terror, the grave no sting;
When he felt the hour had come,
He knew 'twas in mercy, not in wrath,
That the Savior called him home.