CHARLES SUNDERLAND. Like many of the residents of Macoupin county, Mr. Sunderland, one of the substantial farmers of Hilyard township, is a native of New Jersey, and was born in the city of Trenton, the capital of the state, on the 8th of September, 1824. His father, Samuel Sunderland, when only fifteen years old, enlisted in a company of soldiers raised for service in the war of 1812. His father was a mill-wright by trade. His mother's name was Elizabeth Hutchinson. He lived in Trenton till he was fifteen years old, going to school occasionally, but spending a considerable part of the time in fishing for which he had a strong natural inclination; the Delaware river which flowed past Trenton afforded a good opportunity for the enjoyment of the sport. In 1839 his father emigrated with the family to Illinois and settled a mile and a half from Jerseyville, in Jersey county. Mr. Sunderland lived in the neighborhood of Jerseyville till 1853, and then moved on the farm which he now owns in section fourteen of Hilyard township. His farm consists of 187 acres of land, only fifty of which were under cultivation when he moved on it. January 18th, 1855, he was married to Leah Tresler, who was born near Chambersburg, Pennsylvania, June 22, 1837. Her father, whose name was Frank Tresler, moved to St. Louis in the fall of 1843, and died there. Mr. And Mrs. Sunderland have nine children living, five boys and four girls, and two who are deceased. The names of the living are, Charles H., Mary J., William Edward, Walter J., Bessie A., George W., Alice V., Lenora and Jennie M. He has been a democrat in politics, and always votes that ticket. His brother is the present sheriff of Macoupin county. He stands well as a good farmer and an honest man. He has had from boyhood a taste for hunting and fishing, at which he has been more than usually successful, and to which occasionally, at leisure moments, he still devotes his attention. While others have taken delight in schemes for the accumulation of money and the gratification of their wishes in other directions, Mr. Sunderland has never been so contented as when bringing down some game with his trusty gun or capturing the finny denizens of streams and rivers.