Henry Schisler was born near Loganville, York Co., Pennsylvania May 20th, 1835. Died at his residence in Astoria, August 12, 1910, aged 75 years, two months and 22 days.
He left his native home and came to this country in the year 1854 and on October 14, 1854, he was united in marriage to Miss Magdalena Wise, also a native of York county, Pennsylvania and to this union nine children were born, five daughters and four sons all of whom are living excepting two sons, one dying in infancy and Charles, who died in February 1904.
The living children are: Mrs. Sarah Stremmel, Mary Rowland, Mrs. Lydia A. Sears, Samuel and Edward Schisler all of Astoria, Ill., Mrs. Amanda Fitz, of Red Cloud, Nebr., and Mrs. Rosella Sullivan, of Adair, Ill.
He leaves to mourn their loss besides his own family, two brothers, George Schisler, of Vermont, and John Schisler, of Mount Wolfe, Pennsylvania, 20 grandchildren, one great grandchild and a host of relatives and friends.
He was converted to Christ and became a member of the Brethern Church at about the age of 25 years in which faith he still lived at the time of his death and several months before his death he called for the Elders of the Church and was anointed, according to James 5:14-15.
His sickness was a complication of diseases which caused him great suffering, but he put his trust in God and would pray often for the Lord to remember him and have mercy, saying, “He knows best” and realizing that he was soon to leave this world, he called his family around his bedside and gave them good council, which will always linger in their memories and when the end came he passed peacefully away.
Funeral services were held at the South Brethren church, Sunday, August 14th at 1 o’clock a.m., conducted by Elder Michael Flory, of Girard, Ill., assisted by Elders J. C. Demy and C. Bucher, from Job. 14:10 to a large concourse of sympathizing relatives and friends, who came to pay their last tribute of respect.
The body was laid to rest in the cemetery near by, to await the resurrection morn.
We miss thee from our home, dear father,
We miss thee from thy place,
A darkness o’er our life is cast,
We miss the shadow of thy face.
We miss thy kind and willing hand,
Thy fond and earnest care;
Our home is lonely without thee,
We miss thee everywhere.
Oh dear father! can it be
No more thy smiling face we see?
Thine eyes that now are closed in death,
We’ll think of till our latest breath.
We saw thee suffer, heard thy sighs,
With aching heart and tearful eyes;
But now you calmly sleep at last,
All pain, all grief, all suffering past.
God can all our sorrows heal,
If we will to Him appeal;
He’ll lead us until life is past,
And unite us in Heaven at last.
Rest in peace, dear father,
For thy work on earth is done;
Thou has fought the fight, the victory won
And entered into rest.
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