I.R. Jan. 23, 1890 – Misses Lillian, and Alice Neal left last Tuesday for New York and Boston and will remain some time.
I.R. June 26, 1890 – Last Saturday, Misses Lillian and Alice Neal returned from the East. They have been in New York and Boston since last January.
I.R. Oct. 9, 1890 – Misses Lillian and Alice Neal are home again.
I.R. June 11, 1891 – Miss Lillian Neal left yesterday for the East to join her sister.
I.R. November 23, 1893 Obituary of grandmother, Mrs. John Campbell – Lillian had gone east but returned for Mrs. John Campbell’s funeral.
I.R. December 20, 1894 – MISS LILLIAN NEAL is now Mrs. Gordan Hunter. The marriage occurred at Paris, on the 11th, or on the 11th and 12th. On the first day the civil union took place and on the second, the religious ceremony was attended to; thus in France, they make a double knot of the marriage tie.
I.R. January 3, 1895 – MISS LILLIAN NEAL’S MARRIAGE – As observed in last week’s REGISTER, Mr. Gordon Hunter and Miss Lillian Neal, daughter of Hon. H. S. Neal, were married at Paris on the 11th and 12th of December. It requires two ceremonies in France.
The civil marriage took place on Tuesday, (11th) at 10 a.m. in a very pretty room, the walls decorated with scenes of weddings, etc. The Maire came in and sat in a high chair on a platform; he wore a dress suit; two clerks, one on each side, to read the different forms; Miss Neal and Mr. Hunter, in arm chairs in front; then the witnesses and family and Miss Nora Scott were all the others present.
A reception occurred in the evening at M. and Mmme. Beranger’s. The dinner took place then. Eighteen sat down at the table. At 9:30 other guests came – some eighty or ninety people, nearly all French. There was music, excellent singing and refreshments at eleven. At this time, Miss Neal was legally married, but they did not call her by her new neame until the nuptial knot was tied by the clergyman the next day.
The religious marriage occurred on Wednesday, at the Union Chapel. The church was lighted, the alter banked with white and green. The Rev. Dr. Thurber officiated. He wore the clerical gown, and Mr. Hunter came in with him. The two ushers came in first. They were Mr. Bolles and the Count de Lichtenberg; then Miss Hunter (sister of the bridegroom) in a pink dress and wearing a large brown hat; then Miss Neal with Mr. Marshal.
Her dress was heavy corded silk, very long train, the waist trimmed in chiffon; the veil was of the finest and softest silk tulle, draped over a wreath of orange blossoms. Everyone stood up during the service as that is the custom there. Dr. Thurber was very impressive; and the ceremony was noted for its simplicity and solemnity.
Many kind wishes go out from Ironton to Mr. and Mrs. Gordon Hunter’s happiness and prosperity. Everybody in this community esteemed Miss Neal, and they hope that her married life may be as fair and beneficent as the bright days when she was among us.
We copy from Gallgnani’s Messenger, of Dec. 13, a notice of the wedding: “Yesterday, at the American Church in the Rue de Berri, by the Rev. Dr. Thurber, the marriage was solemnized of Miss Mary Lillian Neal, daughter of Hon. H. S. Neal of Ironton, (Ohio), and Mr. Gordon Hunter, son of Mr. James Hunter, formerly of Batavia and London. The bride, who was given away by M. Marchal, of the Bibliotheque Nationale, was attired in a beautiful gown of white corded silk, trimmed with orange blossoms. The ushers were the Counte de Lichtenberg and Mr. Bolles.
After the ceremony, a reception was held by Mme. Beranger, sister of the bridegroom, at her residence in the Boulevard St. Germain. Among those present were: Mr. and Mrs. James Hunter and Miss Hunter, who acted as bridesmaid, Miss Alice Neal, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Beranger, Miss Scott, Miss Clarke, Mrs. Macauley, Miss Beach, Mr. and Mrs. George Moreau, the Countess de Lichtenberg, M. and Mme. Bandry, Mr. Edmund Bandry, Mrs. and Miss Bolles, Mr. and Mrs. Haney, Dr. and Mrs. Thurber, Mme. Perouse, Mr. G. Perouse, M. and Mme. Charles Brunot, M. and Mme. Dubois, Mr. and Mrs. Spiers, Miss Pearson, Colonel Moesmard and the Misses Moesmard.”
Card have been received here by Mrs. Hunter’s old friends, reading thus:
Mr. and Mrs. Henry S. Neal announce the marriage of their daughter Mary Lillian
to
Mr. Gordon Hunter
On Wednesday, December the Twelfth Eighteen Hundred and Ninety-Four
American Church. Rus de Berri, Paris.
Enclosed in these announcements are cards reading: Mr. and Mrs. Gordon Hunter, Glenmore, 53 Baronmead Road, Beckenham, Kent.
I.R. Thursday, June 8, 1899 – MRS. LILLIAN NEAL HUNTER. – Last Tuesday morning about dawn, Mrs. Hunter died at the home of her father, in this city, where she had been lovingly attended for weeks past. For a year or more, she had been afflicted with tuberculosis, and this dread malady made such threatening advances, that she came from London, England, to her house in this country, thinking the air, the water and the scenes of her native land might serve to resist the disease.
She returned last Winter, and for awhile, stayed in a sanitarium in the East, but it did her no good, and then she sought the ministrations of home, where, surrounded by those who loved her so tenderly, the last sad, solemn days of her life went all too rapidly.
Mary Lillian Neal was born in Ironton, September 1, 1863, and so was 35 years, 9 months, and 5 days old. Here she went to school; from here, she went to college; and grew to womanhood, and all the time developing the fairest and gentlest virtues of her sex. She was scholarly, inspiring, devoted. She studied and travelled. On one of her journeys abroad, she met Mr. Gordan Hunter, and a marriage followed at Paris, in 1894, since which time she has lived in London, until the final illness came.
She leaves a husband, a father and a sister to mourn her. Mr. Hunter was here a few weeks ago, but was called back to London, and so the sad stroke came in his absence.
This Wednesday afternoon, at 5 o’clock, the funeral takes place, and the sun will set on another grave in Woodland – of one whose life was a loving service of her Master, and whose memory dwells like incense in the hearts of all.
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