The funeral of the late William Armstrong of Queenston took place on Sunday last at the residence of his son, Arthur, River Road. Being a beautiful day there was a large attendance to pay their last respects to an esteemed friend. The floral gifts were numerous and beautiful; many kind' friends brought magnificent sprays and wreaths. The Niagara Peninsula Fruitgrowers Association, of which the late Mr. Armstrong was president for many years, sent a most magnificent wreath of varied flowers. The pupils of the Queenston Public School presented a beautiful cross of roses.
Mr. Armstrong took great interest in the school (of which he was a trustee for over 25 years) and he oftentimes went to the school and spoke to the children. It was indeed appreciation of the young children to remember him so. The Women's Institute of Queenston sent a nice large wreath betoken of their sympathy. The Tourists Club of St. Augustine sent a beautiful cross of roses while the Florida Industrial College a large wreath of pink roses.
The Rev. J. E. Todd conducted the funeral in his usual bright and pleasing manner and eulogised the deceased in glowing terms. He was assisted by his brother, Rev. T. R. Todd. Dr. Laidman also spoke a few kind words. Interment was made at St. David's cemetery.
One of the most appreciated documents which Mr. Morse brought back to the bereaved family was a letter written by a Mr. Britt of St. Louis, who was visiting at St. Augustine at that time. The family consider this letter the most beautiful ever read. It was so highly prized by all the family and relatives that each and all are having copies reproduced from the original.
For the benefit of the many friends of the late Mr. Armstrong who would be interested to learn of the exact incidents of his closing hours this letter is published below.
Your father, who was revered and respected by every member of the Club passed suddenly from our midst to that bourne from which no traveller returns and now sleeps the sleep that knows no breaking.
The writer possibly was more intimate with him than any other member of the Club. In the morning we would meet at the bowling green and clear the ground for the games. He loved the sport and was an expert at the game. He would often say to me, "Let's you and I get into this game and bowl together, I like to bowl with you."
Between the games he would tell me of the fruit farm which he formerly owned in Canada, of his experiences with connection with the Horticultural Society of which he was the president, of the fine Alberta peaches he raised, and the happy times he had in his Canadian home.
The lecture he was to have given on the "Origin of Soils", was one to which he had anticipated with the greatest pleasure. He had st[...] subject and had prepared [...] mens with care. With me he had discussed several of the points.