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This obituary appeared in the Union City Times on June 28, 1916 on page 1 columns 3 and
4.
LAID TO REST
THE FUNERAL OF COMRADE JACOB HARTMAN IS LARGELY ATTENDED
Rev. A. E. Dubber Preaches a Sermon Containing Many Beautiful ….. Thoughts
One of the largest funerals that was ever held in the Christian church was that of Comrade
Jacob Hartman, which took place Sunday, at 2 p. m. The church was filled, and not nearly
all who desired to attend could find room within. Green heaps of flowers and lovely
floral designs were contributed by the many friends. After some touching music by an
exceptionally-well balanced quartette, composed of Cleo Wilkerson, Miss Myrtle Roe, Jas.
Mangas and Elmser Shugars, with Robert Lesher at the organ. Rev. Dubbler read the
scriptures, reading a part of the 14th chapter of John, 1st Timothy and 21st chapter of
Revelations.
Comrade Reeves, of Hartford City, led in prayer. After another song by the quartette,
Rev. Dubber preached the sermon and his subject was “The Boundary Line of Life” taking as
his text the 11th verse of the first chapter of Joshua, “Prepare your victuals for in
three days you must cross over the Jordan.”
The speaker told about how Joshua took command after Moses died and was leading the
children of Israel to the promised land. They were on the last lap to that promised land.
A few of the beautiful thoughts presented by Rev Dubber, we take pleasure in printing.
“There is a boundary,” he said, “to every life. That boundary between the wanderings of
Israel and the promised land was visible, but the boundary line of life is invisible and
we know not when we may reach it.”
“The time of crossing the Jordan was definitely stated, but in crossing the Jordan of
death, Jesus said ‘Of that day and that hour knoweth no man.’
“The crossing of the boundary line, the Jordan river, was necessary to reach the promised
land—it is imperative that we cross the Jordan of death. There is no other way to get
into heaven.
“The last thought was the necessity of preparation. The word was passed through the camp
of Israel to prepare their victuals for the last lap of the journey. No stop would be
made on that last dash for the goal.
“If we ever reach our promised land we must prepare for the crossing of the Jordan of
death.”
The speaker paid the deceased an eloquent tribute and spoke in terms of high praise of the
exemplary life which had been led by Brother Hartman.
At the close of the sermon the quartette sang a closing song. The three songs sang by the
quartette were by special request of the relatives.
The pall-bearers were Ora Turner, Ara Harlan, Russell Harlan, Ernest Thornburg, George and
Ralph Macy.
The honorary pall-bearers were all members of Mr. Hartman’s old company of the Indiana 7th
Cavalry, as follows: Comrades Reeves, of Hartford City, Joe Watts, Chris Wright, Bob
Kennedy, Joe Rubey and John Perkins, of Winchester; Dave Moist, Comrades Moore and Hunt of
Union City, and E. L. Anderson, of Anderson.
The interment took place at our beautiful city cemetery and there the honored soldier and
citizen was laid to his long last rest.
Preceding the sermon Rev. Dubber read the following obituary of the deceased:
Obituary
Jacob Hartman, son of John and Louisiana Hartman, was born near Greenville, Darke County,
Ohio, January 7th, 1846, and bravely answered the “one clear call” at his home in Union
City, Indiana, June 23, 1916, aged 70 years, 5 months and 16 days.
In 1849 he came with his family to Randolph County, settling six miles south of Union
City. Here he grew to manhood and here he lived, excepting the time he served his country
in the army, till 1908, when he came to live in Union City. On June 11, 1862, this boy of
16 years, heard his country’s call and enlisted in Company K, 87th Ohio Volunteer Infantry
under Captain Cooper. On July 1st of that year he was honorably discharged at Columbus on
account of disability, and on the 6th day of September, 1863, he re-enlisted at
Indianapolis for three years or the remainder of the war. He served in Company B, 7th
Ind. Cavalry, and received his honorable discharge on the 6th day of September, 1865. He
was a valiant and faithful soldier and took part in all the engagements of his company as
part of the Army of the Mississippi. At the close of the war he resumed his occupation as
a successful farmer. On removing to Union City he did not retire from active labor but
was b!
usy till the warning signal of ill health came a year ago. The end came peacefully, and
without a murmur he passed into the presence of the Great Commander to receive at His
hands the rich reward which we feel sure awaits all those who toil and sacrifice for their
country.
In 1866 he was married to Miss Mary Kunkle, daughter of David and Mariam Kunkle, and to
them was born one daughter, Mrs. Alva Downing, of this city. There remains to mourn his
loss the widow and daughter, one sister, Mrs. John V. Harlan, of Ridgeville, one brother,
Solomon Hartman, of south of this city, two grandsons, Otto and Moy Downing, one
great-great grandson, Fred Leon Downing, together with other relatives and friends without
number.
Jacob Hartman was a man of industry and zeal who sought some task to perform, some burden
to bear, some kindness to do for the family which he loved or for the neighbor whom he
regarded as a brother. With deepest devotion he loved his home and the dear ones of the
family circle. He was a man of stalwart character and unflinching courage both in the
battles of war and in the battles of peace. He stood for honesty, uprightness, sobriety,
and lived true to his convictions. In his lifetime he was a member of the I. O. O. F.
Lodge and G. A. R. Post and to the hour of his death he remained a humble but devoted
member of the Christian church. The influence of his modest, simple life, his kindly
manner, his useful ways, will long abide to bless his fellow-men and bring sweet comfort
to the aching, bleeding hearts in which he held a place so precious and so true.
“Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o’er’
Dream of fighting fields no more.
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,
Morn of toil or night of waking.”