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MYLECHARANE, August 9, at Wellington, John Mylecharane, aged 53 years,
leaving a living wife and seven children, and relatives and friends to mourn
their loss.
THE LATE MR J MYLECHARANE.
We have to record this week, with much sorrow, the death of Mr. J.
Mylecharane, so many years a resident in this neighbourhood.
The deceased had not been well for a long time past, and his death was
not unexpected, but we are sure we are only expressing the feeling of the
general public when we say it is an event deeply regretted by the very large
number of persons with whom he was acquainted, as well as by a large circle of
family connections. Deceased
"only too good" to others, as a neighbour was most obliging, and will
be greatly missed by the inhabitants of Wellington Flat.
Mr. Mylecharane was a native of Douglas, in the Isle of Man, and came to
this colony with his father (the late Mr. Phillip Mylecharane, of Hassan's
Walls, Bowefels) in the year 1832. He
came to Wellington over sixteen years ago, and for the last few years kept the
Farmer's Home Inn, Wellington Flat. His
brother from Cowra, and his mother arrived a few hours before his death, and two
of Mrs. Mylecharane's brothers from Hartley arrived in time to attend the
funeral, which took place on Sunday last, and was the most numerously attended
ever known in this district, there being probably not far short of three hundred
persons present.
Deceased was 53 years of age.
IN MEMORIAM
JOHN MYLECHARANE
Died August 9th, 1877
Another cheerful and
happy home is cast in gloom
Through the loss of one claim'd by the
insatiate tomb,
There wrapped in his winding sheet he is
sleeping,
His last long sleep; and dear friends are
weeping.
An aged mother prays o'er that now lifeless
form
Oft times prest, close to her breast, to
nourish and to warm.
A fond and loving wife, with tender children
dear.
With plaintive sighs and tear damp'd eye lamenting
near.
An friends sincere, dry the tear drain'd
from sorrow's well
For the loss of him of whose kindness all
can tell.
Peace to thy ashes John, an undisturbed rest
Till we meet in that land were tough are
surely blest.
A true friend I've found thee in this cold
world of strife;
In death I'll revere thee as I loved thee in
life,
These simple lines then to thy memory
receive
The last token of friendship to thee I can give.
M.J.H
Arthurville, September 26, 1877
From Hartley Historic
Site, Hartley 2790