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Note: sume that that would be 21 Sep 1853. He died of a fever (098). After his death, according to 100, there were a couple of length obituaries in local newspapers. They read: "'Tears ran down aged furrows then. 'And wept young eyes and wept strong men!' We are reminded of the above quotation on feeling and seeing the effect it produced by the announcement of the death of DANIEL OTIS BLOOD, who departed this life, at life residence near Florence, N. Jersey, on the evening of 21st inst. The writer of this knew him well. Associated with the deceased for many years in the same establishment, we bear testimony to the mortal worth, to the sterling integrity, that marked all his actions. Combining with sound judgment a firm and decided manner that allowed no difficulties, however numerous, to thwart his purpose when once fixed, he established a reputation of wisdom and sound policy that induced men of maturer years to seek his opinion and advice on subjects of weight and importance to themselves. His philosophy was sometimes thought visionary, yet the introduction into this community of the Despatch Post that bears his name, the planning and carrying into successful execution the Public Laundry, the system he originated in the business department of the establishment in which he was Chief Clerk, all show the master mind. Although aided in a great degree by his partner in the two first named schemes, yet to his firmness is attributed the final triumph over the many threatening difficulties that surrounded them. His death at this time is more to be deplored, for when about to realize the profits of his industry, the destroyer laid his cold hand upon him, and we are compelled once more to acknowledge the uncertainty of its coming. His career on this earth has not been marked by any renowned deed, nor has he occupied such a position in the community that would lead us to expect his name recorded in history; yet in the circle in which he moved, and with all with whom he was brought into contact, an impression was created that will never be effaced while his life with us lingers. Although rough in his exterior, his constant urbanity and natural kindness of heart attracted many around him, who, now that he is gone, feel sensibly that Death has robbed them of a sincere friend, one whose words flowed with wisdom, and of whose example we could follow without fear of the world's reproof. We bow the head with grief, but submit calmly, as calmly as we can to the decree, believing in the words of hold write, "That God's power is great and His will must be done." But one more duty remains to be performed. His now inanimate body must be consigned to the grave. In a few hours, all that is left of our beloved friend, will be covered by its mother, Earth, and we then return to our worldly employments, feeling that a void exists in our midst, we fear never can be filled."
Note: He was buried Sunday 25 Sep 1853. I know he died on a wednesday so I as
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