Posted on: Crawford Co. Il Obituaries Reply Here: http://genconnect.rootsweb.com/gc/USA/Il/CrawfordObits/10135 Surname: Hurst, Happell, McGilvray, Bishop ------------------------- Note: I have no connection to this family. I'm just posting an Obit that was sent to me by Barbara Dix who is transcribing old news articles for the website. Funeral  of  L.  C.  Hurst. The funeral of L. C. Hurst was held at the Baptist Church Friday afternoon, and was attended by probably the largest concourse of friends and relatives that ever gathered in this community on a like occasion, only a small portion being able to obtain seats in the building. The pall bearers chosen were nephews of the deceased, and ushers were selected from Mrs. Hurst's Sunday School class. The floral tributes were beautiful and profuse, the Elks' emblem especially being a work of beauty. Rev. Henry Happell of Terre Haute, Ind., a former pastor, conducted the services, being assisted by Rev. D. H. McGilvray. As a basis for his remarks Rev. Happell took as his text Rev. 14: 13--- "Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord." It was an excellent discourse of comfort and hope, and the sorrows, trials, temptations and efflictions of this life were contrasted with the blessings promised to the faithful throughout eternity. The speaker paid eloquent tribute to the life and character of the deceased, of his personal relation to him, of his interest in the welfare of others and his usefulness in the Church and community, and though his labors on earth are over, his memory will long be cherished by all who knew him. The funeral was under the auspices of the Elks' Lodge of Robinson, with the Modern Woodman and Knights of Pythias as escorts. A large crowd accompanied the cortege to the cemetery, where the Elks' ritual service was observed. The shades of  night were coming on when the last sad rites had been performed, and as the people turned toward their homes it was to mourn the loss of a friend and regret the departure of one of the most unique characters in the history of Hutsonville. TRIBUTE FROM H. C. BELL. The death of my lifelong friend and pupil in my old school teaching days at Hutsonville, while it did not surprise, though it has infinintely grieved me, L. C. Hurst,has removed from Hutsonville township and Crawford County one of the most loyal friends, devoted husband and father, kindhearted citizen and best men of which any community could boast. He was a long sufferer, but through it all, genial and hopeful, the same old "Lush" whom everybody in Clark and Crawford Counties knew, and whom to know was to love and trust. When I saw him a few short weeks ago while as usual congenial and hopeful, yet I could see that the transition of my old friend was a matter of a very short time, and when I shook hands with him in the front yard of his beautiful home on the hill, I looked at him long and earnestly. I knew then that my eyes were resting on the earth tenement of my friend for the last time. I do not speak of his death, for my old friend, L. C. Hurst is not dead. He has only passed onward and upward to a higher, better, more satisfactory state of existence, and his beloved Minnie and his manly sons will surely some day see the loved husband and father again, and that, too, let us hope and believe, in a sphere of life where death never enters, where partings never come, where the flowers ever bloom, where the birds ever sing, where the sun ever shines, where the beautiful waters of the "Jasper Sea," as they roll forever over crystal beds, will unceasingly murmer sweet messages of peace and love. Where the gentle waves of sunlit summer seas will forever break in low sweet songs of peace and love on the golden sands of endless bliss: for, There is no death; the stars go down To rise upon some fairer shore; And bright in Heaven's jeweled crown They shine forever more. Loyal friend, faithful  and devoted husband, fond father, perfect gentleman, honest man, great hearted citizen hail, and farewell. Through the changing scenes of over forty years, L. C. Hurst was one man whose friendship never wavered, whose loyalty I never had to question, who through evil and through good report, was my steadfast friend., as was his charming wife and her manly father, untill he passed away, and while looking through eyes blinded with tears, I want to type these few lines to his memory and to lay this brief and all unsatisfactory wreath of the flowers of love on his newly made grave. H. C. Bell.  Washington, D. C., November 21st. 1913. COINCIDENCES. The deaths of L. C. Hurst and D. D. Bishop portray several striking coincidences. Both are natives of this vicinity, and were born in the same month of the year, and their last illness was of a like nature. Their death occured on the same day and at about about the same hour. They were companions through life and in disposition were much alike. Both were charter members of the Baptist Church here, and were of the same belife politically. They thought of each other in their last days and exchanged messages of comfort. Truly the community is doubly stricken in sorrow by their demise.