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DR. C. H. HUBBARD was born in the town of Lunenburgh, Mass., December 22, 1822, and is the youngest of a family of nine children. His father, Dr. Ebenezer Hubbard, a distinguished clergyman of the Congregational Church, immigrated to Kentucky in 1839, and a short time later went to Trenton, Tenn., where he remained about six years, at the end of which time he came back to Kentucky and located on a beautiful farm three miles from Hickman. At this place he died in Sember, 1857, at the ripe old age of seventy-four years. His wife, subject’s mother, was Charlotte (Swasey) Hubbard, a daughter of Maj. Joseph Swasey, of Revolutionary fame; she departed this life one month after her husband’s death, aged seventy-four years. The following Memoriam to her was written by her son, William McKean Hubbard, of Columbus, Ky.:

IN MEMORIAM.
Mrs. Charlotte Swasey Hubbard, daughter of Maj. Joseph Swasey, of Ipswich, Essex Co., Mass., born February 18, 1784, died October 30, 1858, aged seventy-four years, eight months and twelve days.

It was not winter when she died,
Yet on the verdure far and wide
A paleing purple fell;
And sun, and air, and sky,
And clouds that floated by
Filled our poor hearts like autumn tide,
When flowers are dying far and wide,
With omens sad to tell;
Yet hope evoked her spell,
And faith sang “All is well.”
For ‘twas not winter when she died—
Our Mother.

‘Twas dark, but like an autumn night,
When cloud o’er cloud takes golden light,
As sinks the orb of day;
Deep hazy gray o’erspread
The softening silver red,
While through the parting blue, soft white,
Disclosed the heavenly gates to sight,
Where walls of jasper lay
Mid seas of pearly spray,
With angels on the way.
For ‘twas not winter when she died—
Our Mother.

‘Twas such a time as when the will,
Long strained by hope, grows stronger st.ill,
With surance high of heaven.
All night the angels came
Chanting in Jesus’ name;
And all the air and room did fill
With song—we hear the echo still,—
Our mother, softly driven,
We’ll meet at last in heaven,
The home by Jesus given.
For ‘twas not winter when she died—
Our Mother.

To die! what is in death to fear?
‘Tis knowledge full, the title clear,
A tenancy released.
Dust unto dust to share,
Release from woe and care;
The breaking bond of friendship’s spell,
With motives formed to earthly will;
The sensual chain released
For heavenly joy increased,
Faith’s harvest-home laid feast.
No! ‘twas not winter when she died—
Our Mother.

To die, brings to the heavenly land,
Where palm trees wave to breezes bland,
Bright islands of the blest;
There shine the quenchless stars,
Nor night the beauty mars.
The stars that shone on Juda’s plain,
TheMarys of the Saviour’s reign,
The Marthas Jesus blest,
The Lydias Paul impressed,—
A host in Christ at rest.
No! ‘twas not winter when she died—
Our Mother.

To her death stood a welcome friend,
A sweet release, temptation’s end,
The conquest over sin.
From the bright dawn of youth
She caught the glow of truth,
And walked, in peace, the Christian’s life,
Faith-poised above doubt’s fearful strife
And sin’s wild war within.
Thus doth true life begin,
The Christos crown to win.
No! ‘twas not winter when she died—
Our Mother.

The rifted clouds, the golden light,
Re-formed above the pall of night,
As misty forms came down;
Swept high the veiled throng
Entranced with heavenly song,
As rose the misty fields to sight
With swelling ranks of angels bright,
Holding a golden crown,
Where under glory shown,
The conquering saint’s renown.
O! ‘twas not winter when she died—
Our Mother.

Then cloud with cloud held converse sweet,
Came stars the coronal to greet,
And zephyrs murmured cheer;
Rapture of praise was there,
And song came down to share
The crowning with the angels fair,
As rose the throng in ambient air;
Rainbows the archways hold
On seas of fretted gold,
Then slowly disappear.
O! ‘twas not winter when she died—
Our Mother.

I heard a voice from heaven say:
Write, from henceforth, blessed are they.
For thus the Spirit saith:
“Who die in Christ the Lord,
They rest,” thus saith the Word.
The Spirit clears all doubt and fears,
And Jesus wipes away all tears.
Hers was the Christian’s death,
Jesus inspired her latest breath,
In Him she conquered death.
No! ‘twas not winter when she died—
Our Mother.

C. H. Hubbard commenced life for himself as a clerk, entering the store of his brother at the age of seventeen, and remaining behind the counter until the age of twenty-one years, when he went back to the farm and stayed with his parents until the time of their death. He then superintended the farm for a number of years, applying himself in the meantime to the study of medicine under the instruction of Dr. Charles Hubbard. In 1865 he entered the Jefferson Medical College, at Philadelphia, remaining one year, and in 1867 graduated from the Medical College of Ohio, located in Cincinnati. He then entered upon the practice of his profession in Fulton County, but abandoned it at the end of two years on account of failing health. Since that time he has been engaged in trading, and is today one of the largest tax-payers in Fulton County. He owns a beautiful residence in Hickman, and his farm, a few miles from the city, is a model of neatness in every particular. Dr. Hubbard was married in August, 1862, to Miss Sallie, daughter of James and Martha A. (Winn) McConnell, both natives of Kentucky. To their union have been born two children—James and C. H. (deceased). The doctor is a member of the Cumberland Presbyterian Church, and in politics is Independent. Mrs. Hubbard belongs to the Episcopal Church of Hickman.