Poulson’s American Daily Advertiser Death Notices (14 Jul 1812), Philadelphia 
Co., PA

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Poulson’s American Daily Advertiser   July 14, 1812      page 3
Deaths

	“Died, on the 12th instant, after a short illness, Mr. Issachar EVANS, of 
this city, Merchant.  But a few days since the deceased was in the enjoyment of 
perfect health, esteemed by a large circle of friends for his correct and 
honourable deportment, and tenderly endeared to his relatives by the most 
affectionate attachments.  In obedience to the summons which “interdicts all 
future change,” he has suddenly bid adieu to a world of sin and sorrow; and the 
heart which beat high with each generous emotion, is soon to mingle with the 
clod of the valley.  The frailty of our tenure to human existence is once more 
strikingly exemplified;  Our enjoyments are transient as the morning dew, they 
are fugitive as the clouds of Heaven.
	“The friends and acquaintance of Mr. Issachar EVANS, are invited to attend 
his funeral, this morning at 9 o’clock, from his late dwelling No. 30 north 
Ninth street.”


	“Departed this life on Saturday morning, 4th inst. in the 75th year of his 
age.  Mr. Andrew BURKHARD, of this city.
	“He bore an illness of many years with exemplary fortitude and patience.  
His sufferings never in the least impaired the natural goodness of his 
disposition.  He knew his duty and practiced it.  He possessed a boundless 
philanthropy, with an inflexible integrity.  As a confidential friend and 
companion he was always steady.  He was truly and actively charitable-desirous 
of promoting peace and loving to do good.  Thus prepared, he met death with a 
pious and calm resignation, and yielded his Spirit into the hands of his Maker, 
in tranquility and thankfulness without a struggle or a sigh.  The words “Oh 
Death where is thy sting? Oh Grave where is thy victory?” can with justice and 
comfort be applied to his exit.”