Member of GAR post 219
Wellington Enterprise 29 September 1897 pg 5
Death of Edward Hackett.
Edward Hackett died at his residence on Union street, Friday morning, Sept. 24, aged 69 years. Services were held in the Catholic church on Monday morning, and the remains taken to Grafton for interment. Mr. Hackett was at one time marshal of our village, and had many friends. He leaves a wife, two sons and one daughter.
Card of Thanks.
We wish to thank our friends and the members of the G.A.R. who so kindly assisted in our late bereavement.
Wellington Enterprise 3 November 1897 pg 5
To the post commander and members of the Hamlin Post No. 219, G.A.R. We are deeply pained at the unexpected death on September 24th, 1897 of our beloved Comrade, Edward Hackett.
That in the death of comrade Hackett the Post has lost a true and faithful brother; one who was ever faithful in his attendance to post meetings, and always ready to do his full share toward maintaining the good of the order.
As a soldier and public officer he was fearless of danger, and always performed his duties with a determination and will worthy of emulation.
That we tender to his bereaved family and friends our condolence and the full measure of our heartfelt sympathy in this dark hour of afflication.
Committee: J.W. Wilbur. C. Sage. A. W. Griggs.
Wellington Enterprise 2 February 1898 pg 4
Hamlin Post Memorial.
Interesting Exercises Held in Memory of the Honored Dead.
Hamlin Post, G.A.R. held its annual memorial service one week ago tonight, in memory of the two departed comrades, Edward Hackett, sr. of the 103rd Ohio Volunteer Infantry, and Norvil Whitney of the 196th Ohio Volunteer Infantry. The meeting was addressed by Comrades J.T. Haskell, M.W. Lang, D.M. Hall and C. Sage. Supt. Kinnison made some brief but appropriate remarks. Papers were read by Mrs. J.T. Gardner and E. M. Linder. Below will be found the address of Hon. J.T. Haskel in part:
“Comrades and Ladies: - I am pleased to address you on all occasions when we do homage to the memory of departed comrades. This by the necessities of the case must in part, at least, be an occasion of sadness, but not altogether such. It is not necessarily the man who has lived the greatest number of days and years that has lived the longest life. I remember hearing our departed comrade, Capt. C. W. Horr say on one occasion, speaking at a Decoration day service of a fellow townsman and soldier, who lost his life in the service of his country when scarce twenty years of age, ‘Edwin Sprague, dying though he did before he was twenty years of age lived a longer life than many a man who has passed his three score years and ten or even four score years, for he lived and died for a noble purpose and his memory will endure not alone because his name is carved on yon granite monument, but because his name is written in the hearts of his countrymen, the name of one who gave his life that his country might live.’ And so I say of Comrades Whitney and Hackett, their names are enrolled among the numbers of those who died that their country might live.
“In these two comrades, we have the type of the two classes of our citizens of which the Union army was composed. Comade (sic) Whitney was a true native born American citizen, one of the immense number of farmer’s boys, who went to the front in defence (sic) of the flag. Well has the writer portrayed such a lad in that history true to life of the Union soldier, Corporal Si Klegg.
“Comrade Hackett was a true type of that other class of our citizens of which our army was composed. No less true, no less loyal, no less brave than the others. In him we see the foreign born American citizen. He left his home in the Emerald Isle that he might make for himself a home in this land of Liberty, this ‘Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.’ So with the earnest and true Irish sons of Liberty, when the flag of his adopted country was dragged by traitor’s hands in the dust, there was no place for Comrade Hackett but in the ranks of the defenders of that beloved flag. No ties of wife and home could stay him so long as that beloved flag was in danger.
“What is left for us, fellow comrades, is with true manliness and courage to meet every question of human life, and do what we believe to be honestly right, and let the end come when it will, our lives will not be short, but long because of noble achievement.”
During the program a quartet, Messrs. Mohr, Watts, Wadsworth and Wight rendered some good music, first “Tenting Tonight, “ and “Rest, Comrades, Rest.” The latter was especially praiseworthy, in view of the heroic way the gentleman battled with it and finally won, amid applause.