SUDDEN DEATH -- A short time since we stated that Mr. Sylvanus Wilson was confined to the house, unwell. He was not confined to his bed, and no one supposed there was any danger, any more than that an old man may die in any sickness. Last Saturday evening Mr. Wilson took tea with the family as usual, and at half past eight was a corpse. Some difficulty with the heart is supposed to have been the cause.
The funeral was attended at the Congregational church, of which he had been a respected member for forty-three years, at 11 o'clock yesterday morning, and the well-filled house attested the esteem with which the deceased was regarded in the town where he had spent all his life. Rev. Mr. Curtis delivered an impressive and instructive sermon from Genesis, 47:9, "And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are an hundred and thirty years; few and evil have the days of my life been and have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in their pilgrimage,"
Another good man has gone to his rest. A good citizen, a good neighbor and a firm friend, his loss will be deeply felt in both church and community.