William BISHOP
January 11, 1889
Clinton Public William Bishop is Dead. What sadness the heading of this article will bring to scores of homes far distant from Clinton whose inmates knew William BISHOP in the earlier days of the history of this city.
Thirty-three years ago last fall William Bishop came to this city from Freeport, Illinois, with his brother John and started in the business of dealing in grain and lumber. He was born in Otterey, Devonshire, England, on the 9th day of June, 1826, and died at his home in this city on Monday, January 7th, 1889, aged sixty-two years, six months and twenty-eight days, and on Wednesday his remains were interred in the family lot in Woodlawn cemetery. He leaves a wife, one son and three daughters to mourn the death of a kind and indulgent husband and father.
William Bishop was a man prominent in the affairs of Clinton for the past quarter of a century or more. For several years he filled the office of mayor and was also a member of the board of education. In every position which he was called to fill by his fellow-citizens he proved true to the trust confided in him. He was a man of most positive convictions and never swerved once he had determined that his course was right. The same sturdy integrity guided him in all his business transactions. No man who had dealings with William Bishop could ever say ought against him. He was the soul of honor in all his business relations. During his several administrations as mayor of this city his great will power was exerted to raise Clinton beyond the mere village ideas that prevailed; he was proud of the town which he called home, and his every effort was in the direction of so advancing its interests that it might become what it is today, one of the most prosperous little cities in Central Illinois. Any and every project to this end enlisted his warmest sympathy, which was always backed up by his pocket-book. Had he been less liberal his bank account might have been much larger, but Clinton can illy afford to lose such a citizen. It is not necessary for THE PUBLIC to recite what William Bishop has done for Clinton's advancement during the past fifteen or twenty years, for all those who have taken active interest in public affairs can readily recall his work. While mayor of the city, to which office he was elected term after term, he always insisted that when money was expended in public improvements the work should be of a permanent character. One of his pet ideas was substantial sidewalks and streets, and the stone walks on Washington and North Center streets will remain as permanent monuments of his administration.
The poor of Clinton will miss him, for no one ever asked him for help in vain. Many a poor family would often have suffered from the cold had it not been for the scores of wagon loads of coal he gave away winter after winter. His name could be found upon every subscription list whether it was to build a church or to save some widow's home from being sacrificed.
In the social circle William Bishop will be missed, for his home was the center of hospitality, and as a genial entertainer he had no superiors. He was a man who despised shams, but his heart was always warm to his friends.
When he left his warehouse the last day of October he seemed to have a premonition that he was leaving his office for the last time, for he so expressed himself to his foreman, Mr. R. B. DAY. He went through the warehouse carefully noting every thing, giving orders of what disposition should be made of certain articles. Feebly he returned to his home that bright October afternoon never more to see the warehouse that had been his place of business for thirty-three years. On the day of the Presidential election he insisted upon coming down town to cast his vote for the Republican candidates. He told his family that it would probably be the last time he would ever vote, and his interest was so great in the result of the election that he would not listen to the objections of Mrs. BISHOP his health might suffer. No one who saw him get out of the carriage that November day at the polling place thought that today his immortal spirit would be with the silent majority who have passed from earth to the world beyond. That was the last time he ever left his home till his remains were borne by sorrowing friends last Wednesday to Woodlawn Cemetery.
Twenty-nine years ago last Wednesday Mr. Bishop took his young bride into the home from whence he was carried on the anniversary of that memorable day. They had been married on the Christmas Eve preceding.
When the sad news of his death was told down town on last Monday evening the bell of the Presbyterian Church was tolled, and tears of sorrow filled many eyes. As a mark of respect to his memory all of the business houses closed during the hour of the funeral ceremonies on Wednesday, and all the bells in the city were tolled. The mayor and city council and the officers of the city government attended the funeral in a body.
January 11, 1889
Clinton Public William Bishop is Dead. What sadness the heading of this article will bring to scores of homes far distant from Clinton whose inmates knew William BISHOP in the earlier days of the history of this city.
Thirty-three years ago last fall William Bishop came to this city from Freeport, Illinois, with his brother John and started in the business of dealing in grain and lumber. He was born in Otterey, Devonshire, England, on the 9th day of June, 1826, and died at his home in this city on Monday, January 7th, 1889, aged sixty-two years, six months and twenty-eight days, and on Wednesday his remains were interred in the family lot in Woodlawn cemetery. He leaves a wife, one son and three daughters to mourn the death of a kind and indulgent husband and father.
William Bishop was a man prominent in the affairs of Clinton for the past quarter of a century or more. For several years he filled the office of mayor and was also a member of the board of education. In every position which he was called to fill by his fellow-citizens he proved true to the trust confided in him. He was a man of most positive convictions and never swerved once he had determined that his course was right. The same sturdy integrity guided him in all his business transactions. No man who had dealings with William Bishop could ever say ought against him. He was the soul of honor in all his business relations. During his several administrations as mayor of this city his great will power was exerted to raise Clinton beyond the mere village ideas that prevailed; he was proud of the town which he called home, and his every effort was in the direction of so advancing its interests that it might become what it is today, one of the most prosperous little cities in Central Illinois. Any and every project to this end enlisted his warmest sympathy, which was always backed up by his pocket-book. Had he been less liberal his bank account might have been much larger, but Clinton can illy afford to lose such a citizen. It is not necessary for THE PUBLIC to recite what William Bishop has done for Clinton's advancement during the past fifteen or twenty years, for all those who have taken active interest in public affairs can readily recall his work. While mayor of the city, to which office he was elected term after term, he always insisted that when money was expended in public improvements the work should be of a permanent character. One of his pet ideas was substantial sidewalks and streets, and the stone walks on Washington and North Center streets will remain as permanent monuments of his administration.
The poor of Clinton will miss him, for no one ever asked him for help in vain. Many a poor family would often have suffered from the cold had it not been for the scores of wagon loads of coal he gave away winter after winter. His name could be found upon every subscription list whether it was to build a church or to save some widow's home from being sacrificed.
In the social circle William Bishop will be missed, for his home was the center of hospitality, and as a genial entertainer he had no superiors. He was a man who despised shams, but his heart was always warm to his friends.
When he left his warehouse the last day of October he seemed to have a premonition that he was leaving his office for the last time, for he so expressed himself to his foreman, Mr. R. B. DAY. He went through the warehouse carefully noting every thing, giving orders of what disposition should be made of certain articles. Feebly he returned to his home that bright October afternoon never more to see the warehouse that had been his place of business for thirty-three years. On the day of the Presidential election he insisted upon coming down town to cast his vote for the Republican candidates. He told his family that it would probably be the last time he would ever vote, and his interest was so great in the result of the election that he would not listen to the objections of Mrs. BISHOP his health might suffer. No one who saw him get out of the carriage that November day at the polling place thought that today his immortal spirit would be with the silent majority who have passed from earth to the world beyond. That was the last time he ever left his home till his remains were borne by sorrowing friends last Wednesday to Woodlawn Cemetery.
Twenty-nine years ago last Wednesday Mr. Bishop took his young bride into the home from whence he was carried on the anniversary of that memorable day. They had been married on the Christmas Eve preceding.
When the sad news of his death was told down town on last Monday evening the bell of the Presbyterian Church was tolled, and tears of sorrow filled many eyes. As a mark of respect to his memory all of the business houses closed during the hour of the funeral ceremonies on Wednesday, and all the bells in the city were tolled. The mayor and city council and the officers of the city government attended the funeral in a body.
William BISHOP
January 11, 1889
Clinton Public William Bishop is Dead. What sadness the heading of this article will bring to scores of homes far distant from Clinton whose inmates knew William BISHOP in the earlier days of the history of this city.
Thirty-three years ago last fall William Bishop came to this city from Freeport, Illinois, with his brother John and started in the business of dealing in grain and lumber. He was born in Otterey, Devonshire, England, on the 9th day of June, 1826, and died at his home in this city on Monday, January 7th, 1889, aged sixty-two years, six months and twenty-eight days, and on Wednesday his remains were interred in the family lot in Woodlawn cemetery. He leaves a wife, one son and three daughters to mourn the death of a kind and indulgent husband and father.
William Bishop was a man prominent in the affairs of Clinton for the past quarter of a century or more. For several years he filled the office of mayor and was also a member of the board of education. In every position which he was called to fill by his fellow-citizens he proved true to the trust confided in him. He was a man of most positive convictions and never swerved once he had determined that his course was right. The same sturdy integrity guided him in all his business transactions. No man who had dealings with William Bishop could ever say ought against him. He was the soul of honor in all his business relations. During his several administrations as mayor of this city his great will power was exerted to raise Clinton beyond the mere village ideas that prevailed; he was proud of the town which he called home, and his every effort was in the direction of so advancing its interests that it might become what it is today, one of the most prosperous little cities in Central Illinois. Any and every project to this end enlisted his warmest sympathy, which was always backed up by his pocket-book. Had he been less liberal his bank account might have been much larger, but Clinton can illy afford to lose such a citizen. It is not necessary for THE PUBLIC to recite what William Bishop has done for Clinton's advancement during the past fifteen or twenty years, for all those who have taken active interest in public affairs can readily recall his work. While mayor of the city, to which office he was elected term after term, he always insisted that when money was expended in public improvements the work should be of a permanent character. One of his pet ideas was substantial sidewalks and streets, and the stone walks on Washington and North Center streets will remain as permanent monuments of his administration.
The poor of Clinton will miss him, for no one ever asked him for help in vain. Many a poor family would often have suffered from the cold had it not been for the scores of wagon loads of coal he gave away winter after winter. His name could be found upon every subscription list whether it was to build a church or to save some widow's home from being sacrificed.
In the social circle William Bishop will be missed, for his home was the center of hospitality, and as a genial entertainer he had no superiors. He was a man who despised shams, but his heart was always warm to his friends.
When he left his warehouse the last day of October he seemed to have a premonition that he was leaving his office for the last time, for he so expressed himself to his foreman, Mr. R. B. DAY. He went through the warehouse carefully noting every thing, giving orders of what disposition should be made of certain articles. Feebly he returned to his home that bright October afternoon never more to see the warehouse that had been his place of business for thirty-three years. On the day of the Presidential election he insisted upon coming down town to cast his vote for the Republican candidates. He told his family that it would probably be the last time he would ever vote, and his interest was so great in the result of the election that he would not listen to the objections of Mrs. BISHOP his health might suffer. No one who saw him get out of the carriage that November day at the polling place thought that today his immortal spirit would be with the silent majority who have passed from earth to the world beyond. That was the last time he ever left his home till his remains were borne by sorrowing friends last Wednesday to Woodlawn Cemetery.
Twenty-nine years ago last Wednesday Mr. Bishop took his young bride into the home from whence he was carried on the anniversary of that memorable day. They had been married on the Christmas Eve preceding.
When the sad news of his death was told down town on last Monday evening the bell of the Presbyterian Church was tolled, and tears of sorrow filled many eyes. As a mark of respect to his memory all of the business houses closed during the hour of the funeral ceremonies on Wednesday, and all the bells in the city were tolled. The mayor and city council and the officers of the city government attended the funeral in a body.
January 11, 1889
Clinton Public William Bishop is Dead. What sadness the heading of this article will bring to scores of homes far distant from Clinton whose inmates knew William BISHOP in the earlier days of the history of this city.
Thirty-three years ago last fall William Bishop came to this city from Freeport, Illinois, with his brother John and started in the business of dealing in grain and lumber. He was born in Otterey, Devonshire, England, on the 9th day of June, 1826, and died at his home in this city on Monday, January 7th, 1889, aged sixty-two years, six months and twenty-eight days, and on Wednesday his remains were interred in the family lot in Woodlawn cemetery. He leaves a wife, one son and three daughters to mourn the death of a kind and indulgent husband and father.
William Bishop was a man prominent in the affairs of Clinton for the past quarter of a century or more. For several years he filled the office of mayor and was also a member of the board of education. In every position which he was called to fill by his fellow-citizens he proved true to the trust confided in him. He was a man of most positive convictions and never swerved once he had determined that his course was right. The same sturdy integrity guided him in all his business transactions. No man who had dealings with William Bishop could ever say ought against him. He was the soul of honor in all his business relations. During his several administrations as mayor of this city his great will power was exerted to raise Clinton beyond the mere village ideas that prevailed; he was proud of the town which he called home, and his every effort was in the direction of so advancing its interests that it might become what it is today, one of the most prosperous little cities in Central Illinois. Any and every project to this end enlisted his warmest sympathy, which was always backed up by his pocket-book. Had he been less liberal his bank account might have been much larger, but Clinton can illy afford to lose such a citizen. It is not necessary for THE PUBLIC to recite what William Bishop has done for Clinton's advancement during the past fifteen or twenty years, for all those who have taken active interest in public affairs can readily recall his work. While mayor of the city, to which office he was elected term after term, he always insisted that when money was expended in public improvements the work should be of a permanent character. One of his pet ideas was substantial sidewalks and streets, and the stone walks on Washington and North Center streets will remain as permanent monuments of his administration.
The poor of Clinton will miss him, for no one ever asked him for help in vain. Many a poor family would often have suffered from the cold had it not been for the scores of wagon loads of coal he gave away winter after winter. His name could be found upon every subscription list whether it was to build a church or to save some widow's home from being sacrificed.
In the social circle William Bishop will be missed, for his home was the center of hospitality, and as a genial entertainer he had no superiors. He was a man who despised shams, but his heart was always warm to his friends.
When he left his warehouse the last day of October he seemed to have a premonition that he was leaving his office for the last time, for he so expressed himself to his foreman, Mr. R. B. DAY. He went through the warehouse carefully noting every thing, giving orders of what disposition should be made of certain articles. Feebly he returned to his home that bright October afternoon never more to see the warehouse that had been his place of business for thirty-three years. On the day of the Presidential election he insisted upon coming down town to cast his vote for the Republican candidates. He told his family that it would probably be the last time he would ever vote, and his interest was so great in the result of the election that he would not listen to the objections of Mrs. BISHOP his health might suffer. No one who saw him get out of the carriage that November day at the polling place thought that today his immortal spirit would be with the silent majority who have passed from earth to the world beyond. That was the last time he ever left his home till his remains were borne by sorrowing friends last Wednesday to Woodlawn Cemetery.
Twenty-nine years ago last Wednesday Mr. Bishop took his young bride into the home from whence he was carried on the anniversary of that memorable day. They had been married on the Christmas Eve preceding.
When the sad news of his death was told down town on last Monday evening the bell of the Presbyterian Church was tolled, and tears of sorrow filled many eyes. As a mark of respect to his memory all of the business houses closed during the hour of the funeral ceremonies on Wednesday, and all the bells in the city were tolled. The mayor and city council and the officers of the city government attended the funeral in a body.
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