Jackson Township Resident Dead

		  Wm. Kealy, Forty Years of Age, and
		      for a Long Time a Resident
			  of Crawford County

		       Eulogy By A Dear Friend

		    Funeral Thursday at Vail, Rev.
		 Father Murphy Officiating --- Large
		       Attendance at Services.

Wm. Kealy, a resident of Jackson township, passed away at the home of
his mother, Mrs. Bridget Kerrigan, on Tuesday Jan. 14, 1913.  He was
born about 40 years ago near Center Grove, Clinton county, Iowa and
when a child moved with his mother to Crawford county and located in
Jackson township, where he has since resided.  Some months ago his
strength began to fail and he spent some time in the hospital in the
hope of regaining his health, but strength failed and it was found
that medical aid was of no avail.

The funeral services were held at Vail last Thursday morning at 10:30
o'clock.  The Rev. Jas. Murphy officiated and interment was made in
St. Ann's cemetery. Six of his cousins acted as pall bearers, they
being: Will Lawler, George Lawler, James Lawler, W. J. Lawler,
Thos. Lawler, and Clair Dunn.

The following eulogy on his life has been sent to the Review by a
devoted friend of his family, which we publish below:

He leaves to mourn his loss an aged mother, one brother, Louis
Kerrigan, three sisters, Mrs.  John O'Donnell, of Jackson, and
Mrs. M. Kernan and Miss Margaret Kealy, of Hastings, Neb.

He was a man of sympathy and kindness, a beloved neighbor, a true
friend, faithful to his loved ones on earth for he, like his Master,
came to serve and not to be served.  He has entered the land where
wealth, glitter and vanity are not required; he has lived a quiet,
unpretentious life, ever performing common, lowly deeds, little in the
world's sight, glorious in the sight of God.

By a pure, noble, honest life he has gained a home with the blessed
where care, labor, and toil are not.  He was a devoted christian; he
loved music, flowers and refinement; he was kind to all God's
creatures, a lover of peace and concord.

To him the struggles of life are ended and we trust as one who awakes
from a troubled dream; he has seen life's morning break where
happiness comes to the just.

Gone from our sight, but because life and love are stronger than
death; he is ours still.  Conscious of his danger, he was ever bright
and cheerful with his friends.  Thus another brave heart is stilled
and a noble spirit has passed from us, but great will be his reward
for the good cheer he has given the world by patience and
unselfishness in carrying the cross of trial, to gain a lasting crown.
His life has taught us: "The paths of glory lead but to the grave."
Let us think of him peaceful and happy among the blessed rather than
struggling in a cruel world where peace is not and friendship is but a
name.

Let us follow the example set by our dear one who bore patiently with
our imperfections and helped us on when his own strength was ebbing
fast.  We welcomed his presence, we loved to hear his voice, but both
are lost to us for a while.  Once so full of life and hope, so noble
of mind and character, now laid low only to prove that such is our end
here.

Hard, indeed, is the blow to mother, brother and sisters, but there is
a bright hope beckoning us on until we shall be happy in our
redeemer's presence with our loved ones, where no sorrow will be
known.

He is asleep now, out where the birds will sing, flowers will bloom
and all be peace and quiet in the chambers of the grave.

May God grand him eternal rest.


Jan. 22, 1913
Denison Review
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