BEDFORD WEEKLY MAIL BEDFORD, INDIANA FRIDAY, DEC. 21, 1900 IN MEMORIAM. On Dec. 3rd, 1900, the angel of death came to the happy and pleasant home of the Sitler family at Erie and took away the husband and father, Elias Sitler. He was a kind husband, a loving and indulgent father, a kind friend and neighbor; and none knew him but to love him. He was always kind and sympathetic to those around him who were in trouble or distress, always giving them words of kindness and sympathy. He was a deep and careful reader and was gifted with a most retentive memory. His knowledge of history and government affairs was a pleasant surprise to all scholars who conversed with him. All Congressional action or law received his careful consideration and his comments thereon were wise and patriotic. He was also a great reader and a true believer of the bible. The happy promises, the bright hopes and helpful lessons were to him a reality sure of fulfillment. He was born in Columbia county, Pennsylvania, May 8th, 1826. His father died when he was 6 years old. At the age of 12 he came to Noblesville, Ind., with his sister and brother-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. William Banchert, with whom he learned the carpenter's trade and with whom he lived until grown. He came to Lawrence county in 1850 and in 1852 married Miss Emily Brown, daughter of John Brown. To them were born five children. He joined the Methodist Episcopal church and was converted in 1861, to which he remained a faithful member until called to the church triumphant. He left a wife, five children and a host of friends to mourn his loss, but they mourn not as those who have no hope for he gave them assurance of his abiding faith in Christ Jesus. Under the snow! Lo, we hear the moan; Our loved ones lying So cold and alone; 'Tis but the husk left here below That is covered o'er with the cold white snow. Those that we love and hold so dear, Have passed above to that land of cheer; That home above so bright and grand. Our dear ones are in the fatherland. Where never comes the tear or moan. Where never is heard the doubt or groan, Where all is rest, and peace and joy. They are led by this love To that beautiful shore. To us, who are left behind for a time, In our grief, we seem far from that beautiful clime. A rift in the clouds Again seem to reveal to us, We are but a few steps from the land of the seal. In our Father's own time, When this life is o'er, May we all be brought to the heavenly shore, To meet all our loved ones, once more face to face. All gathered home by our dear Father's grace. M. M. S.