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HENRY MONETT HAS PASSED AWAY.

His Career Showed What Integrity, Perseverance and Brains Could Accomplish.
His life was not frittered away.-Seneca.
Henry Monett, General Passenger Agent of the New-York Central & Hudson River Railroad, died at his home in Yonkers, yesterday, of acute pneumonia. Mr. Monett was one of the most energetic railroad men in this country. Few men of his age, 35 years, have so husky demonstrated their usefulness. When the West Shore Railroad was built its value in passenger transportation was soon made manifest by Mr. Monett’s push and energy as its General Passenger Agent. He was then a resident of this City. The tact shown while in charge of the passenger business of the West Shore was not unnoticed, and when Daniel M. Kendrick, the General Passenger Agent of the New-York Central, died, a worthy successor was found in Mr. Monett. The cold which resulted in death was contracted in the service of the Central Company. The journalistic experience acquired by the deceased on the Ohio State Journal was of value to him. He had great faith in judicious advertising, and in granting “judicious favors,” on which part of his phenomenal success largely depended. 
Freeman Oct. 10" 1888
FUNERAL OF G. THOMPSON.
The funeral services over the body of the late George Thompson were held in the Rondout M. E. Church this afternoon. There was a large attendance of mourners and friends. The services were conducted by the Rev. Thomas Lamont, assisted by the Rev. Oscar Haviland, Pastor of the St. James M. E. Church, Kingston. Mr. Lamont took for his text these words “For We Know that if Our Earthly House of this Tabernacle were Dissolved, we have a Building of God, a House not Made With Hands, Eternal in the Heavens.” The interment took place in Montrepose Cemetery. The pall-bearers were the members of the Board of Trustees of the Church.
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Sara and I sat in the parlor in the evening and I read Macaulay. It is pleasant to be by ourselves once more although I wished very much for Lucy.

Sunday Oct. 14" 1888. Again the anniversary of my dear Gertrudes death has come bringing with it all the sharpness of the sorrow of that sad day ten years ago when I stood at her bed side and saw her turn her eyes away from me with all the things of earth. How vividly that agonizing moment remains in my mind. I can never think of those last moments without tears and an overwhelming sense of sorrow and desolation. I cannot bear to think of it and yet it was the very first thought I had on awaking this rainy, gloomy morning. Dear Gertrude! I miss her more and more as I grow older and need more her love and tenderness. I try to speak to these dumb pages the aching sense of her absence, but in vain, whose mystery no matter what I do or where I turn I can never fathom. Often I find myself thinking how many things I will have to tell her when we meet, but then will we ever meet. I hope so from the innermost depths of my heart and still we can not know - Sara last spring when she was in N.Y. went to a spiritual medium with Julia Dillon who told her some remarkable things. She went for mere curiosity and to gratify Julia. She said her mother was present and very gratified that Sara wore her ring. That her grandmother was there and that "Margaret" was written on her forehead. That Maurice said "I am all right now. It was mostly physical with me" and that Gertrude did not want to go to the spirit land for she was very happy on earth. She was happy now but never would be perfectly so until until the one she loved most dearly was with her again." How strange this all seems. This person could not have known the name of one of these nor their connection with Sara - and yet how can it help us at all than as evidence, if genuine that they still live and live in our lives. If we could be assured of this beyond all doubt one could bear more easily life sorrows and losses. Dear Gertrude - Let me consecrate this day and all my life to your blessed memory.

Saturday 20" I returned this morning from my long contemplated trip to Wyalusing Pa. to visit Mr Geo. H. Welles who was ill at the Mansion House in 1844 with yellow fever. I left here on Monday noon had my dinner at the St. Denis in N.Y. and then went to Marys to see Lucy and Sedgwick whom I had not seen since they came East. They were both pleased to see me and Lucy thought me looking remarkably well. Calvert was there and Downing came in during the evening. Sedgwick has begun his school with Mr. Morse and as he likes him we hope he is not going to suffer so much with home sickness. I had been to my room at the studio previously and found it as dirty and dismal as possible. They had not attended to the chamber work since I was there in July and I found it bad enough - Still I had them put it in order and spent the night there. When I awoke it was raining, the day before having been fine - but this fall we have only one fine day at a time. I had my breakfast at the St. Denis at 6.30 and took the 8 o clock train foot of Cortlandt St. at 8. on the  

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