OBIT: John A. HANNA, 1805, Dauphin County, PA Contributed for use in the USGenWeb Archives by Lynn Beatty klbeatty@npgcable.com November 27, 2006, 9:30 am Copyright 2006. All rights reserved. http://www.usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm http://www.usgwarchives.net/pa/dauphin/ _________________________________________ Died, on Tuesday morning last, of a severe attack of the jaundice, in the 44th year of his age, General John A. Hanna, late member of congress from this county. He possessed every intrinsic qualification that constitutes the honest man, the philanthropist, and the gentleman. His amiable disposition, placidity of manner, and affability, rendered him peculiarly agreeable to society. - In public life, the interest of his constituents was ever dearest his heart; and he strove to perform the duties of his station, with that rectitude of principle and integrity, which delineates the characters of the virtuous, great, and good. - His friends may deplore his exit with sincerity; for he was beloved by all who knew his worth. - The only consoling hope that now remains, is, that "he is gone to where the weary are at rest, and the wicked crave from troubling!" May he enjoy the divine favor in as great a degree, as he has enjoyed the confidence of his fellow-citizens. On Wednesday his remains were deposited in his family burial-ground, in the vicinity of this borough: At which time a devout, eloquent, and impressive exhortation, suitable to the melancholy occasion, was delivered by the Rev. Mr. Snodgrass; the force of which must have been sensibly felt by the whole audience. "What news this solemn plaint! - some cold has fled! Some kindred being's number'd with the dead! - Borne on the breeze, it useful greets the ear, And claims the mournful tribute of a tear. Observe the pensive fun'ral moving slow, The widow, children, sore oppres'd with woe! Whoe heart, not stel'd, with unconcern can hear, The dolorous accents which succeed the bier! Alas! he's gone! - the father, husband, friend! Is gone, to where distress can ne'er extend! He's fix'd his residence upon that shore, Whence weary travellers return no more! Hark! hard! as from his tomb, with grief for friend, I hear the weighty, clay-cold body resound! They seem to say - tho' Hanna here doth lie, His soul soars far above yon radient sky! Let not fell sorrow, then, your minds employ, Nor murky care your ev'ry hope destroy' Remember that, when this life fades away, It leads to realms of bliss - eternal day!" Dauphin Guardian, July 1805 This file has been created by a form at http://www.genrecords.org/pafiles/