The Times-Picayune New Orleans, Louisiana • Tue, Jul 5, 1892 Page 4
Kissimmee (Fla.) Leader, June 24: Last Tuesday morning at 3 o'clock, Captain Greenleaf Andrews closed his eyes in "the sleep that knows no waking." He had been failing perceptibly for the last year, having lost his eyesight to the extent that he could only recognize his friends by their voices. Last Friday he spent about an hour in our office, talked calmly of his approaching end,which he realized was near; said he had a fear of death, as he had always dealt right and honorably with his fellowmen and was now ready to take his chances,as he had reached that period of life where he was no good to himself or anyone else.
He was a native of Monmouth, Me., which place he left at the early age of 13 and went to sea. He mastered his chosen profession so that before he was 25 he was given command of a ship, in which capacity he visited all parts of the world. The breaking out of the civil war found him a citizen of New Orleans and a wealthy man. He offered his services to the confederacy and proved to be one of the bravest and most daring of their navy, his exploits in Mobile harbor offcially reading more like romance than reality. He was one of the few whose property was confiscated and sold by the general government, and this fact embittered the last years of his life. He was one of the old landmarks of Kissimmee, having come here before the town started. He was abrupt and impulsive in his nature, true man of steel to his friends, and equally as unrelenting to his enemies. At the time of his death he was secretary and treasurer of the Osceola county board of health.
He was 73 years of age, and leaves a wife and married daughter in Milwaukee, Wis. He was burled from the South Florida House Tuesday afternoon at 3 o'clock, Rev. L. M. Stevens preaching the funeral sermon, after which the remains were taken charge of by the Masonic fraternity, of which body he was an honored member, and interred in Rose Hill cemetery.
Kissimmee (Fla.) Leader, June 24: Last Tuesday morning at 3 o'clock, Captain Greenleaf Andrews closed his eyes in "the sleep that knows no waking." He had been failing perceptibly for the last year, having lost his eyesight to the extent that he could only recognize his friends by their voices. Last Friday he spent about an hour in our office, talked calmly of his approaching end,which he realized was near; said he had a fear of death, as he had always dealt right and honorably with his fellowmen and was now ready to take his chances,as he had reached that period of life where he was no good to himself or anyone else.
He was a native of Monmouth, Me., which place he left at the early age of 13 and went to sea. He mastered his chosen profession so that before he was 25 he was given command of a ship, in which capacity he visited all parts of the world. The breaking out of the civil war found him a citizen of New Orleans and a wealthy man. He offered his services to the confederacy and proved to be one of the bravest and most daring of their navy, his exploits in Mobile harbor offcially reading more like romance than reality. He was one of the few whose property was confiscated and sold by the general government, and this fact embittered the last years of his life. He was one of the old landmarks of Kissimmee, having come here before the town started. He was abrupt and impulsive in his nature, true man of steel to his friends, and equally as unrelenting to his enemies. At the time of his death he was secretary and treasurer of the Osceola county board of health.
He was 73 years of age, and leaves a wife and married daughter in Milwaukee, Wis. He was burled from the South Florida House Tuesday afternoon at 3 o'clock, Rev. L. M. Stevens preaching the funeral sermon, after which the remains were taken charge of by the Masonic fraternity, of which body he was an honored member, and interred in Rose Hill cemetery.
The Times-Picayune New Orleans, Louisiana • Tue, Jul 5, 1892 Page 4
Kissimmee (Fla.) Leader, June 24: Last Tuesday morning at 3 o'clock, Captain Greenleaf Andrews closed his eyes in "the sleep that knows no waking." He had been failing perceptibly for the last year, having lost his eyesight to the extent that he could only recognize his friends by their voices. Last Friday he spent about an hour in our office, talked calmly of his approaching end,which he realized was near; said he had a fear of death, as he had always dealt right and honorably with his fellowmen and was now ready to take his chances,as he had reached that period of life where he was no good to himself or anyone else.
He was a native of Monmouth, Me., which place he left at the early age of 13 and went to sea. He mastered his chosen profession so that before he was 25 he was given command of a ship, in which capacity he visited all parts of the world. The breaking out of the civil war found him a citizen of New Orleans and a wealthy man. He offered his services to the confederacy and proved to be one of the bravest and most daring of their navy, his exploits in Mobile harbor offcially reading more like romance than reality. He was one of the few whose property was confiscated and sold by the general government, and this fact embittered the last years of his life. He was one of the old landmarks of Kissimmee, having come here before the town started. He was abrupt and impulsive in his nature, true man of steel to his friends, and equally as unrelenting to his enemies. At the time of his death he was secretary and treasurer of the Osceola county board of health.
He was 73 years of age, and leaves a wife and married daughter in Milwaukee, Wis. He was burled from the South Florida House Tuesday afternoon at 3 o'clock, Rev. L. M. Stevens preaching the funeral sermon, after which the remains were taken charge of by the Masonic fraternity, of which body he was an honored member, and interred in Rose Hill cemetery.
Kissimmee (Fla.) Leader, June 24: Last Tuesday morning at 3 o'clock, Captain Greenleaf Andrews closed his eyes in "the sleep that knows no waking." He had been failing perceptibly for the last year, having lost his eyesight to the extent that he could only recognize his friends by their voices. Last Friday he spent about an hour in our office, talked calmly of his approaching end,which he realized was near; said he had a fear of death, as he had always dealt right and honorably with his fellowmen and was now ready to take his chances,as he had reached that period of life where he was no good to himself or anyone else.
He was a native of Monmouth, Me., which place he left at the early age of 13 and went to sea. He mastered his chosen profession so that before he was 25 he was given command of a ship, in which capacity he visited all parts of the world. The breaking out of the civil war found him a citizen of New Orleans and a wealthy man. He offered his services to the confederacy and proved to be one of the bravest and most daring of their navy, his exploits in Mobile harbor offcially reading more like romance than reality. He was one of the few whose property was confiscated and sold by the general government, and this fact embittered the last years of his life. He was one of the old landmarks of Kissimmee, having come here before the town started. He was abrupt and impulsive in his nature, true man of steel to his friends, and equally as unrelenting to his enemies. At the time of his death he was secretary and treasurer of the Osceola county board of health.
He was 73 years of age, and leaves a wife and married daughter in Milwaukee, Wis. He was burled from the South Florida House Tuesday afternoon at 3 o'clock, Rev. L. M. Stevens preaching the funeral sermon, after which the remains were taken charge of by the Masonic fraternity, of which body he was an honored member, and interred in Rose Hill cemetery.
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