Jefferson County Journal May 5, 1885 William FULLER---Wm. FULLER, Esq., one of the highly respected and esteemed citizens of the town of Adams, passed away April 20th at the ripe age of 72 years, 5 months and 25 days. The departure of one who for over a half a century has gone in and out among us calls for special notice. He was born in Whitingham, Vt. His mother died when he was nine years old. When he was seventeen his father, Samuel FULLER, came to this town and located on the farm where his decendants now reside. Here the father died Oct. 4th, 1857, at the age of 82, leaving two sons and five daughters of whom one son, Royal FULLER, Esq., and two daughters, Mrs. Huldah MUNGER of Adams, and Mrs. Miranda WHITNEY of Pulaski, yet remain. William was married Sept. 10, 1837, to Miss Martha KEEP, so well known, loved and mourned by all in this community. With her he lived in happiest conjugal relations until Jan. 18th 1883, the sad bereavement came when she was called through the shining gates of heaven. A clearer faith, a more triumphant departure, is rarely seen. But the blow was heavy for her companion and from it he never recovered. His naturally robust health was already seriously impaired and gradually he failed. The past year was one of intense and increasing suffering, causing him often to long for release. But his strength was equal to his day. In patient endurance all was borne and from first to last not a groan escaped him. His bereavement led him to God for help, his sufferings blessed him to the throne of grace, in the name of Jesus and his prayers were consciously answered. Henceforth he leaned confidingly on God, and lived in prayerful, joyful communion with Him. " I am so happy in the Lord," said he on one occasion. At another time when in an agony of suffering, in response to words of sympathy, he replied "oh, how much more our Saviour suffered for us." His death was calm and peaceful. His familiar form and face and smile we see not. But from the memory and affection of those who knew him he is not gone. To those who cared for him with such untiring assiduity and affection, to those who wept with bursting hearts over his pale face, to friend, neighbor, citizen, all his memory is precious, and he lives above, aye, united they live above. To both the coffin came but the "gates ajar" were close by, and the cross was the entrance. There drawn by cords of blessed memories of the departed and truth and love may we all meet " In the land 'o the blessed."