Death of Dr. H. B. Hill. Dr. H. B. Hill, a well known dentist throughout Northern Clermont county and Cincinnati, died at the residence of his father, Captain J. F. Hill, in Owens ville, Ohio, July 6th, and was buried under the auspices of the Masonic Fra ternity, July 9th. Funeral services were conducted by the Rev. W. R. Marshall, pastor of the M. E. Church, in the pres ence of a large concourse of friends, relatives and Masons. During the ser vices the following sketch was read by Dr. T. A. Mitchell, a life-long acquaint ance and friend: “Hiram B. Hill, son of J. F. and Jennie Hill, was born in the village of Owens ville, in the home now occupied by M. F. Apgar and family, October 18, 1863; died July 6, 1910, aged 46 years, 8 months and 18 days. He was one of a family of five children, four sons and one daugh ter, all of whom are present today. More than fifty-two years ago this ven erable father and mother started life’s journey together, and this is the first call of the messenger death to any mem ber of their family. No one could be more dutiful to parents than have been all the sons and daughter, but Hiram was especially the parents’ boy and mainstay. A few years since he sacri ficed a very lucrative professional busi ness in Cincinnati in order that he might return to the parental roof and look after the welfare of the father and mother in their declining years. His entire life has been passed in our midst, or very closely adjacent, and needs no special words of review. We have all known him well, and the better he was known the higher the appreciation of his sterling worth. “February 11, 1888, he became a mem ber of Hamer Lodge, No. 228, F, and A. M. He has ever since held in the high est esteem the teachings therein incul cated. He was faithful in his attend ance, zealous in its labors and exemplary of its precepts. The lodge loses a true and faithful brother, and one that was held in esteem by its entire member ship, and as we take our last view of him, let us inwardly vow to throw the cloak of charity over his errors and short-comings and bury them from recollection as we bury the body in the grave, and let us cherish the memory of his noble works and noble deeds. “July 9, 1910. Ty Ay Me