There are times when duties are forced upon us which we feel unable to bear; there are times when we are called upon to chronical events in which we feel the loss of words to express our inword emotions. Such is the case now. Our hearts are wounded with sorrow and our souls bowed down with grief. One of nature's noblemen has fell and his body has tenderly been placed by his friends in the silent city of the dead, where so many of our citizens who were deeply loved have been laid to rest. Our eyes are dimmed with tears and our emotions keenly touched as we write. P.E. Yates is no more known of this earthly sphere. For over twenty-five years he has lived among us and no citizen was ever more universally loved than he. He was not so polished as the Corinthian column, but his sphere of usefullness knew no bounds.

Large and strong in physique yet as tender as a child, no appeal for charity or sympathy was ever made to him in vain. Verily, we believe that "when his feet touched the borders of that unknown shore that his hands were filled with deeds of charity - the key which unlock the Palace of Eternity." What faults he may have possessed were but the common heritage of mankind and his aims were always for the best whether attained or not. His friends were from every rank and station in life - the hubles to the most promient citizen loved and respected him; the oldest citizen confided in him while the little children all tenderly knew him as "Uncle Pete."

May his memory be ever kept in rememberence, and may his soul find rest in everlasting peace.

Note: Peter Ellis Yates is buried at Hillcrest Cemetery. He was born April 17, 1850 and died April 24, 1906.