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He died on 30 May 1872 at the age of 63 in Greenhills, New South Wales, Australia. [Died of a tumour]. He was buried on 1 Jun 1872 in North Nowra, New South Wales, Australia. Old Catholic Cemetery.  [17th October 1859] The election of Nowra Ward ...James Mguire, Grennhills, Shoalhaven. James MAGUIRE and Margaret MAY
were married in 1849 in Sydney, New South
Wales, Australia. [St Andrews Scot
Presbyterian Church].
Margaret MAY, daughter of Thomas MAY and Jane GRAHAM, She was born on 23 Feb 1827 in Nowra, New South Wales, Australia. She was christened in 1827 in Coolangatta, New South Wales, Australia. She died on 6 Jan 1882 at the age of 54 in Greenhills, New South Wales, Australia. Margaret was buried on 8 Jan 1882 in Nowra, New South Wales, Australia. James MAGUIRE and Margaret MAY
had the following children:
married Christina WOLFE, 1883, Shoalhaven, New South Wales, Australia died 1926, Lismore, New South Wales, Australia married Annette Eliza Henrietta ELYARD, 1872, Shoalhaven, New South Wales, Australia died 4 Dec 1882, Nowra, New South Wales, Australia He died in 1857 at the age of 0 in Shoalhaven, New South Wales, Australia. married Elizabeth COLLINS, 4 Nov 1890, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia died 9 Apr 1902, Nowra, New South Wales, Australia He died on 22 Oct 1880 at the age of 17 in Nowra, New South Wales, Australia. IN MEMORY OF ANDRE PETER MAGUIRE, Who died at Nowra, October 22nd, 1880. We say that lost loved one is dead, Whose face so dear, no more we'll see, He whom the solemn sound has crossed That borders vast eternity. Yet all that in his life was sweet--The words he spoke, the smiles he gave The kindly acts love made complete Passed not with him into the grave. We've laid our precious dead away, No longer his fair form we see, And part of our lives did die the day His mortal being ceased to be. But loving ways that made him dear, His gentleness untouched by art, In sweet impression linger here, For of ourselves he was a part. Our aims this loved one helped to cast In honour's mould ; ho planted seeds Of hope within us that at last Were ripened into life's best deeds. And though no more his hands we press, Though, he has vanished from our side, Tho glory of his loveliness Faded not with him when he died. His sweet companionship we miss As we recall the words he said, But in our souls his presence is--We cannot call him wholly dead. Then, mother dear, and loving brother Sigh no more and weep ye not, By thr death-wind he was riven, But his fragrance fled to heaven. You'll often think it is a dream, That in a grave he lies; But what a comfort 'tis to to think, He lives beyond the sides. M. K. C. Shoalhaven, November 15, 1880. |