There fell asleep in this village at the home of his daughter on Brooklyn street, at five o'clock on Saturday morning, a man of more than ordinary character. He was known to most of us as Peter J. Emmett, and one who was a most faithful and consistent member of the Methodist church for more than sixty years, having been baptized in the Magalloway River, Maine, by his father-in-law, Rev. Richard Lombard. Where ever he went he carried with him his church letter and at the earliest opportunity would present it, feeling it was his place to have his name written there. For a number of years he was in the employ of the Hudson Bay Fur company, going to the farther north, being a trusted messenger, and that all messages arrived safely at their destination, was one of the proofs that their confidence in the man was not misplaced. When chosen head chief of his tribe the "Abnekis," the honor was not coveted, as others of his family had held the place for many years, a nephew holds the post to day. It was a very true and worthy compliment paid to him by a gentleman who had known him for a number of years, when he said "No truer or purer man than this man have i known during my life time, and he who made his acquaintance was the better for having known him." He has gone to the land of rest, and his memory like the rest is blessed. As the memory of the man comes to the writer, he can see him as with face upturned he talked face to face with God in his Indian tongue, and as you saw his face or heard his prayer you would say here was one who saw God. He was the personification of God's best gift to the world. A most devoted and Christian wife, who has been to him a refuge in all storms of life for more than sixty years, is left to mourn the loss of one who was to her all that the name of husband and father could mean, and the most tender and truest affection that one human heart could bestow upon an other. The three children will be to her such a comfort as true children will be to one of the noblest of mothers. The children and grandchildren will always keep in fresh sweet memory that they carry always through their lives and become incentive to a nobler life as the mantle of the father and grandfather falls upon them in the days to come. The family that is now left is the wife, Catherine J. Emmett, one daughter, Mrs. Eunice A. Williams, widow of the late Harry Williams, and two sons, Gordon Z. Emmett, of Thousand Island Park, N.Y., and Rev. Henry Huntington Emmett, pastor of the First Baptist church of Greenville, Pa. For a number of years Mr. and Mrs. Emmett have spent different portions of their time with their children, at whose homes they always found a warm place and loving hands to minister to them, and to them there comes words "not lost but gone before." The funeral services were held at the home of his daughter Monday afternoon, Rev. E. J. Whitney, officiating. One of the most tender and touching tributes ever paid to a man in this village was given by John B. Smallwood, who was a warm personal friend, and the most affectionate ties bound them together. The interment was in the Warsaw cemetery.
