Payette Enterprise
Thursday, April 07, 1932
FATHER KNIGHT GOES TO HIS REWARD
Rev. H. F. Knight died at his home in New Plymouth yesterday, Wednesday, morning. He, with his son and his son's wife, were working on his lawn when, it appears, the great Master Workman commanded and the wheels of life suddenly stood still.
H. F. Knight was born at Sheboyan, Wisconsin, in 1850, and lived more than the alloted "three score years and ten," reaching the age of more than eighty-two years.
From his birthplace he enlisted with the 39th Wisconsin Infantry at the age of fourteen years. Two months after his enlistment he found himself on picket duty with the army holding territory with Gen. Sherman on the way to Atlanta, and was there captured by the enemy and was confined eight months in a rebel prison. He was exchanged not long before the close of the war. As evidence of the treatment received while confined in prison it is to be noted that he lost forty pounds in weight during the eight months so confined.
He was married to Miss Nettie Fen at Appleton, Wisconsin, in 1869. Rev. Knight began his work as a minister of the gospel at the age of twenty years. He came to New Plymouth in the year 1910 and served as pastor of the Congregational church until his sight was so dimmed that he could no longer read without great effort. His faithful companion died at New Plymouth in 1928. He is survived by six sons and one daughter. E. P. Knight of Payette, Idaho; Rev. C. M. Knight, Whittier, California; Rev. R. G. Knight, Nampa, Idaho; E. G. Knight, Clear Lake, S. Dak.; Judge W. W. Knight, Brookings, S. Dak.; C. R. Knight, New Plymouth, Idaho; and daughter, Mrs. J. H. Breckhalter, Clifton, Colorado, and fifty grand and great grandchildren.
Funeral will be held at New Plymouth Sunday at 3 p.m.
Such is the short history as we have it at this time.
We attempt at this time no eulogy of the life and character of "Father Knight." His eulogy is in the innermost heart of the people with whom he lived, and loved and served.
For many years to come we will be talking about and children will be hearing about "Father Knight," who used to live in New Plymouth. In later years we have loved to refer to him in the more endearing term of "Father Knight." He was, indeed, in the large sense, Father to us all. There was no service too humble for him to perform for a human in need of service. There was no service too exalted if within the possible reach of his ability.
Measured in money he leaves little wealth. Measured in service to his kind he leaves wealth of kindly deeds and ministrations that millions could not buy. He was rich in the things of the spirit that live and endure. He was a manly man. He lived above petty bickerings and squabbles; he lived, he thought of his calling as something far above and beyond fine spun theological theories.
"Unskillful he to fawn, or seek for power,
By doctrine fashn'd to the varying hour."
"Father Knight" will be sorely missed.
"As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,
Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm.
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread.
Eternal sunshine settles on its head."
His life was a benediction to all who knew him.