IN MEMORIAM OF ALEXANDER JONES GIBSON.
Fell asleep July 2oth, 1880, on Sunday, God's day of rest, Alexander J. Gibson, in the flower of his youth and promise. This sad announcement will carry sorrow to the friends of this noble young man and Christian gentleman. He had no enemies, he made and retained friends everywhere. "None knew him but to love him, none named him but to praise."
Alexander Jones Gibson was born July 7th, 1851. He was educated at St. Stephens' College, Annandale, N.Y., where he graduated in 1872 with honor. Admitted to the bar in 1875, he commenced the practice of law in this village. New York offering a better and larger field for his talents, he entered the office of Messrs. Chase & Bestow, where his quick perception and devotion to business was of great service to them as managing clerk. A little more than a year ago he began practice for himself. His assiduity, ability and genial disposition brought him considerable business, and a brilliant and successful career as a lawyer appeared certain.
Last August he was seized with a fatal disease, and was soon after compelled to retire from practice. He lingered for many months on a bed of sickness and suffering, which he bore without complaint and with the faith of a Christian martyr. His gentle disposition, unfailing cheerfulness and resignation manifested themselves amid his greatest sufferings. His devoted mother for nine months hardly left his side, and his affianced bride was only happy when ministering to him. But the greatest medical skill and most devoted care could not stay the approach of the great destroyer, and he passed peacefully away, leaving behind him a memory fragrant with the perfume of his goodness, amiability, talent and integrity.
An affectionate son, a tender and considerate brother, the bereaved parents and family have the heartfelt sympathy of the community in their affliction. A gracious and warm-hearted friend, his corapanions mourn the loss of an associate, the remembrance of whom recalls nought but pleasant things. The sorrow is only for us. He is free from suffering. Life's dark ending is eternity's bright beginning.
Sing Sing, N.Y.
B.
