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CYRUS ROBINS
[Welland Tribune, 30 April 1897]
Died, at his late residence in the township of Gainsboro, April 18, 1897, Cyrus Robins, of heart failure, which for many years had rendered his life more or less unpleasant, and death a long expected calamity that became a sad reality in the early hours of Easter Sunday-a day well-befitting the occasion of the death of one whose exemplary life and Christian integrity had served to stamp upon the minds of his acquaintances an image which the hand of time cannot efface. To the church of his adoption {Canada Methodist} he was a living epistle, read and known of all men. He had no fear of death, at the very door of which he could exclaim: “Oh, death where is thy sting; oh, grave where is thy victory!” “May my last end be like his!” And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, blessed are the dead which die in the Lord, from henceforth yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors and their works do follow them.” The subject of his obituary was born in the township of Wainfleet in 1834. His birthplace was approximate to the scene of his demise. His wife, previous to their marriage, was Miss Huldah Putman (daughter of the late Albert Putman of Wainfleet), who with seven sons and daughters survive him, as follows: Orlando, Amos P. and Mrs. Wm. Goss of Gainsboro; Alvin A. and Mrs. Cyrus H. Brown of Pelham; also Cyrus E. and Mrs. N.F. Johnson of Wainfleet. In politics Mr. Robins was a staunch Liberal, but always willing to accord due regard for the opinions of those whose views of the situation placed them in the ranks of his opponents. He served his municipality more than a score of years as councillor and deputy-reeve, with few intermissions, having been elected almost continuously during that time. His funeral, at Salem church on the 20th inst., was largely attended. His friends in the locality where his whole life had been spent were legion, his enemies few. This terminates the life of a kind father, a faithful and affectionate husband, until the last trump of God shall sound to call forth the dead from their graves to judgment. We will all be there.
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