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E. E. Morehouse
Obituary for
E. E. Morehouse
Submitted by: Bob Chada

Taken from the Guthrie Daily Leader
June 6, 1896

E. E. Morehouse, the grandfather of H. C. Morehouse, of the Representative, died at the residence of his son, 824 E.Warner avenue, yesterday at 3 p m. Funeral will be from the residence at 3 p m today. He was 92 years of age.

Guthrie News Leader
June 7, 1896

Oldest in the County
Death and Burial of Ebenezer Morehouse
Nearly 100 years of age
End of a Career Crowned with Deeds of Truth and Kindness
Married Sixty Four Years ago
Eloquent Euiogy Over Bier of the Deceased Delivered by Hon. Leo Vincent.
In the death of Ebenezer Erskine Morehouse, which occurred at the home of the son of the deceased on Capitol Boulevard, Thursday, Logan County lost its oldest citizen. The deceased lacked but eight years of being a centenarian. The funeral of Mr. Morehouse took place yesterday afternoon from his late home and was largely attended. The burial took place in Summit View cemetery. Hon. Leo Vincent delivered an eloquent tribute over the bier of the deceased. His words were as follows:
Friends: Today we are diverted from the usual walks of life to perform the last rites in the history of a good man. The last leaf in the history of Grandpa Morehouse, as he was known, has been turned and the great volume of his long and tranquil life has been closed to mortal.
The book is closed, but from that life, now blossomed into eternity, may we not draw some lessons of comfort and value to the living? Grandpa Morehouse, in his prime of life, was a man of more than average vigor of intellect. His was a mind not satisfied to take life here or in the next condition by hearsay. His disposition was to delve into the mysteries of the future, to look back over the pages of the past, and from their lessons draw conclusions decidedly his own. This characteristic has marked the life of this good man from early boyhood to recent years, and while to some it has at times, seemed in a measure eccentric, yet his life has been so consistent and useful that we are forced into veneration and love for the good and beautiful - no matter what their belief.
The words of another so aptly fit his life and faith that methinks I hear him say:
"Let not a word be whispered here in pity for my unbelief, or sorrow that I could not share, The views that gave their souls relief.
My faith to me is no less dear, No less convincing and sincere
Than theirs, so rigid and austere."
Turning back the wheels of time nearly one hundred years-over twenty years past the allotted time of "three score and ten," and we find Edenezer Erdkine Morehouse born in Essex County, New Jersey, near the city of Newark, on December 16, 1803. He lived with his father, assisting in the various duties on the farm until 1822, when, at the age of 19, he emigrated to what was then the far west, settling in what is now Morrow county, Ohio.
The journey from New Jersey was accomplished by wagon, and requaired a tedious month to make the trip. He began life at that early age in a country covered with dense forests and without the assistance of machinery and the numerous appliances that now make pioneering a passtime in comparison with those early days.
Thus he began the work of transforming the wilderness into a farm.
Sixty-four years ago yesterday, on June 5, 1832, he was united in marriage to Margaret Hance, who was his constant companion for fifty-two years. Possessing that brave energy and supported all these years with love, to walk hand in hand and together face the realities of pioneer life, he learned how love could brighten even the forrest solitude and tend a charm alike to temple and to tomb. His companion only passed on, January 22, 1884, but as a result of this union two sons and one daughter were born: one son fading in infancy, the daughter remaining only to the age of 16, and Thomas, the one here surviving. He lived on that farm which his own hands had wrested from the wilderness, up to the winter of 1893, when disposing of the same, in company with his son's family removed to Guthrie.
In the years of physical and mental vigor, he was a force much felt and respected in the community in which he lived. His religion consisted in deeds rather than creeds and is best exemplified in the life of doing, and being good to his fellow men. His text through life has been "To do to others as ye would that they should do to you," which he has constantly believed and practiced. Having a conscientious and well founded belief in a future life he has for years expressed himself ready to follow the angel of life across the valley of physical death to that future of greater and grander possibilities, which was the allotted portion, as he believed, for all mankind.
In his calm satisfied belief
"There was no death, but life more bright unfolding to his view,
And from death's gloom of darkest night, To life was passing through."
And through his long life the future has held no fear for him, but life and health have furnished an inspiration to do all the good he could, believing that "The stars go down, To rise upon some other shore, And bright in Heaven's jeweled crown, They shine forever more."
His ideas were progressive in both politics and religion, and he was distinguished for his tenacity in both advocacy and defense of his cherished principles: he took a prominent part in the abolition movement of the ante-rebellion period, and was an inflexible Republican up to 1891: he then became convinced that the course of his cherished party had shifted, when he cast about and believed he discovered his principles in the platform of the modern reform movement and has adhered to that to the last.
What can we say when an absolutely good man, ripe in works and years, is transferred from the corruptible to the incorruptible. Here is a man whose whole life has been a succession of good deeds. He has been spared to bless by his kindly presence, this household, far by the time we might expect. He obeyed the law and life passed out as calm and sweet as the sleeping babe. His work in that body was done, and, having obeyed the law, his release was naturally painless as repose.
We cannot grieve. We will miss the "Old familiar face." His later years have been marked by child-like innocence. The great, strong mind and body has been slowly yielding to the cycle of time, and to wish to hold his spirit back from the condition it longed to grasp would be only natural, yet unselfish and unkind. Yes, we reluctantly let him go. It is ever so with life's love, its hopes and ambitions.
"Only that thin vale between us" has been drawn aside to admit another time-worn traveler.
In early life, it is love and the future we seek. In middle life, it is the present, all activity and beauty; in grand, ripe old age, as the dimmed eye catches a glimpse of the golden sunset, it is the past and the good we have done, that lends us joy and showers on a good old man's declining days a halo which brightens the entrance to the tomb. Such a life has swept the circle of earth's joys, and is gathered again into the love of the God who gave it.
What is grander and nobler than a ripe old age filled with years of upright and honorable accomplishments? With such a life as our example, would we emuylate his goodness. If he had faults and "Tis human to err" - they are hidden by hid virtues and with the human we consign his shortcomings to the silent tomb. Let not our hearts be sad: much more let us rejoice that a spirit is borne into life everlasting. Yesterday he was real to our mortal eyes; today a memory which reads:
Ebenezer E. Morehouse, born December 16, 1803; released June 5, 1895, aged ninety-two years, five months, and twenty days.

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