Death of Edwin Ethan Allen
Louisville, July 7, 1884

The tireless reaper, death, has again visited our quiet town. Edwin Ethan Allen, whose father, Ethan Allen, was first to begin felling this town's unbroken forest, died June 21st. During the past two years he has suffered much. Yet while bravely battling with disease he attended to his ordinary work until within a few weeks previous to his departure for the "prepared mansions." Comrades with whom he shared the dangers, hardships, privations and gladness -- if it could be found -- of the battlefield, and bivouac, placed the casket containing the remains of their soldier brother beneath the trees in front of his home, where on his couch of suffering or in the easy chair, he passed most of the time during his last illness. After a brief ceremony the long procession followed the hearse to the church.

The youthful choir sweetly singing "Through the Valley of the Shadow I Must Go," with other pieces selected by friends of the deceased. The church and casket were gracefully draped with flags, the beautiful stripes and stars. The teary eyes and sad faces of the large assembly told its unmistakable story.

Mr. Allen was a cheerful man and when troubles weighed heavily, although the night hours would witness the flowing tears, and the "eye that never sleeps" saw the heart anguish, yet with the morning cheerfulness always resumed its sway. He was a man of few words, but deeds of kindness to the needy and suffering were not wanting. He will be greatly missed in the community but in the home circle but in the home circle will the loneliness and grief rest like a dark pall. But there is comfort for the bereaved ones, and as we left the mother and four daughters standing beneath those same trees where so recently they had with tenderest love ministered to the husband and father, we were glad to remember that "Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal."

Ogdensburg Journal
July 8, 1884