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1849
Ault, Frederick Ault
Spirit of Democracy,
The St. Clairsville Gazette, of
yesterday says: “ We regret to announce that the
Cholera has appeared in
“The disease is said to be spreading in
Blum, Robert Blum
Spirit of Democracy,
The following interesting account of the heroic bearing of
Blum, the German patriot, on the occasion of his brutal assassination by the
barbarian minions of the Austrian tyrant, will interest all who sympathize in
the struggles of
LEIPSIC,
About two hours before the time appointed for his
execution, a chaplain was deputed to visit him, and prepare him for death, of which
he had received no previous notice. At first he could not believe the messenger
of death, but the gloomy tidings were soon corroborated by a judge. He appeared
quite calm and collected, remarking to the chaplain, “You know, perhaps that I
am a German Catholic; I believe, therefore, you, will exempt me from auricular
confession. “The minister being of the same persuasion, of course assented.”
Blum begged a little time to write to his wife, children
and mother at Leipsic, which was granted. After some moments
of conversation with the chaplain, during which he was perfectly calm, he said,
“I am exceedingly happy to have made the acquaintance of so worthy and
Christian a man; I wish to leave you a remembrance, but have nothing but a hair
brush left; will you accept that for me, and thereby afford me my last
pleasure!” He was now summoned to the place of execution. An officer approached
him with handcuffs and fetters, but he said, “No, I will die a free German!
Believe me, I will make no effort to escape—spare me from your chains.” His
request was granted, and the procession moved on, guarded by two thousand
military. On his way, he became affected to tears, and remarked to those around
him. “Robert Blum has indeed wept, but not to delegate Blum; he dies with a
free conscious. The husband, the father weeps. I was thinking of my dear wife
and children.”
At 7 ½ a.m. they arrived at the place of execution. Blum
stepped out of the carriage and asked who was to shoot him. On being told the “Jager,” he said, “ I am glad of
that, the Jager aim well: on the 26th of
October they wounded me.” As they proceeded to blind his eyes, he said, “No,
let me look death in the face,” but upon being told that the “Jager” could take better aim if they did not see his eyes,
he answered, “ In that is the case I willingly
submit.” He then repeated his last words—the rallying words of German’s noblest
sons: I die for German freedom—for that I have fought—my country, forget me
not.” And as customary the provost begged three times for mercy—a solemn
mockery—and nine soldiers stepped forward and fired. Two balls struck him, one
in the eye, the other on the left side of the breast—death was doubtless, instaneous.
The following is the letter written by this glorious
patriot, to his wife, a few moments before he was ordered out to die:
“My dear, good wife—“Farewell, farewell for the
time men called eternity, but which will not be so. Bring up our—now only
your—your children to be honest men; so they will never disgrace their father’s
name. Sell our little property with the aid of our friends.—God and all good
will help you also. All that I feel and would say at this moment escapes me in
tears; only once more then, farewell, my dearest. Consider our children a
treasure of which you must make the best use, and honor thus the memory of your
faithful husband. Farewell, farewell; receive the last kisses of your Robert.
P.S. I had forgotten the rings; on that of our betrothel I press for you a last kiss; my seal ring is for
Hans, the watch for Richard, the diamond stud for Ida, the chain for Alfred, as
memorials. All the rest divide as you please.
They are coming, farewell.”
Clay, Cassius M. Clay
Spirit of Democracy,
DESPERATE AND FATAL ENCOUNTER
At a public meeting or discussion of slavery emancipation,
which took place on Saturday last, in
This dreadful tragedy has caused great excitement and much
sorrow among the friends of both parties.
Durbin, William Durbin
Spirit of Democracy,
Death of Hon. William Durbin—By the
On Tuesday morning last we addressed a letter to Judge
Durbin, expecting it to find him enjoying good health in the bosom of his
family; but he had already been called to his long home.
Dye, Sarah Jane Dye
Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Monday, the 8th inst. at her residence,
in this county, SARAH JANE DYE, wife of John L. Dye, aged 22 years and 3
months.
.
How sweet the hour of closing day,
When all
is peaceful and serene;
And when the sun with cloudless ray,
Sheds mellow luster o’er the scene.
.
Such is this sister’s parting hour—
So
peacefully she sinks to rest,
When faith, endued from Heaven with power,
Sustains
and cheers her languid breast.
.
Mark but that patience of her eye—
That smile upon her wasted cheek;
They tell us of her glory nigh,
In language that no tongue can speak.
.
A beam from Heaven is sent to cheer
The
pilgrim on her gloomy road;
And angels are attending near,
To bear her to their bright abode.
.
Who would not wish to die like those
Whom God’s
own spirit deigns to bless?
To sink into that soft repose—
Then wake
to perfect happiness.
Gaines, Edmund Pendleton Gaines
Spirit of Democracy,
EDMUND PENDLETON GAINES
“FAREWELL TO THEE
PATTERN OF OLD FIDELITY”
That staunch and veteran patriot and soldier, whom our
citizens have so long delighted to look upon as almost the sole representative
of olden time, the infant days of this Republic, departed this life in this
city early yesterday morning.—
He died of cholera. By no lingering disease, and through no
prolonged debility and decrepitude, but suddenly and without pain or suffering,
he passed from the active arena of life to a glorious immortality, at the
advanced age of seventy-eight. But a few days ago his erect military figure,
his mild, benignant face and ever courteous bearing, so long familiar to our
people attracted the respect and involuntary homage of all beholders. He was
truly a link, uniting chivalry of the present with that of the revoluntionary times.—
His green old age left undiminished that ardor of
patriotism, that heroic firmness, that lofty sense of duty, which, nutured by intercourse with heros, and sages of our early colonial struggles,
were tried and strengthened by an active participation in all the subsequent
military events in our history. He grew up with the Republic, having embarked
in life shortly after the adoption of the present Constitution, and lived to
see the
A brief and necessarily hurried sketch, of the long and
eventful life of this brave old patriot, may not be uninteresting to our
readers.
EDMUND P. GAINES was born in Culpepper county,
Virginia. His father had been engaged in the early Indian Wars of the Colony,
and in the Revolution of 1776. His uncle was the celebrated Edmund Pendleton,
Chief Justice of the Court of Appeals of Virginia, one of the purest and most
Cato-like men whom the Old Dominion ever produced. “Before Edmund Pendelton had arrived at man’s estate, his father was
compelled to move into
In 1806, by order of the President, Gaines arrested Aaron
Burr in this city, and took him on to
In the interval between Burr’s trial and the War of 1812,
Capt. Gaines remained in the army, from which he was about to retire into the walks
of civil life, when he was dissuaded by the threatening aspect of our relations
with
During the whole war which followed, Capt. Gaines was
actively engaged in nearly all the expedition against the allied British and
Indians on the North-Eastern frontier. Having been promoted to a colonecy, he commanded the hard-fought battle of Ghrystersfields, where he held the British army in check,
defeating the 89th British, under Colonel Morrison, and converting a
route into a drawn battle.—
It was on that occasion that the British commander, who had
witnessed Gaines steadiness, sent him his card, with a high compliment to his
gallantry. On
On
During the contest, the magazine exploded and destroyed
many lives. For his conduct on this occasion General Gaines received the brevet
of Major General. Shortly after, being badly wounded, he retired from the
command. For his conduct at Fort Erie, General Gaines received complimentary
swords from the States of Virginia,
After the war, General Gaines, was assigned to the command
of
By order of General Jackson, General Gaines presided over
the Court Martial which condemned Arbuthnot and Amburton
to be hung. In the capture of St. Marks,
About
When the Seminole war raged in 1836, and the honor of our
arms, and the safety of our troops seemed to require some vigorous action,
General Gaines raised a strong force in this city, and landing at Tampa Bay,
marched to the Withlacoochie where he fought a severe
battle with the Indians, and held his position under the most embarrassing
circumstances, until he was superseded by General Scott.
Gen. Gaines returned to this city, where he remained, as
commander of this Division, until the Mexican War broke out.—His prompt and
soldier-like conduct in calling out a large and effective force to send to the
aid of General Taylor, when the reports of the critical position of Gen. Taylor
on the Rio Grande reached this city, have since received the sanction and
approval of the whole nation. Had his views been carried out, the war would
have terminated earlier than it did.
Thus have we hastily run over the chief events in the
stirring life of the brave old soldier, whom we have been so long accustomed to
love, cherish and admire. The soul of General Gaines was pure of spot or
taint—his heart knew no guile—his spirit was brave, gallant, and chivalric.—His
courtesy and kindness were inexhaustible; his charity and benevolence were
boundless. A lofty sense of duty and of honor, an inflexible patriotism,
presided over all his thoughts, actions and sentiments.
Gallatin, Albert Gallatin
Spirit of Democracy,
Albert Gallatin Dead—ALBERT GALLATIN, formerly Secretary of
the Treasury under Mr. Jefferson, died in New York, early on Monday at a very
advanced age.
Hangley, Mrs. Hangley
Hangley, (daughter) Hangley
Casey, Young child Casey
Spirit of Democracy,
An incident of the cholera occurred in this city, a few
days since, which, for several reasons, we thing [sic] worth recording.
Among the households which had been entered and stricken by
all that fatal disease, was that of Mr. Hangley, a
worthy Irishman, who has long been employed by the Commissioners of streets.
His wife, a warm
hearted motherly woman, devotedly attached to children and self-sacrificing to
promote their welfare and happiness, was taken with the cholera and died, and
was buried on Thursday, Sept. 20th.
Next, a lovely daughter, seven years of age was taken sick,
and she too died, and her body was laid out and her limbs adjusted in the
embrace of the king of terrors.
The father appealed to Alderman Wingate for a coffin, but
for some cause it could not be had immediately, and its delivery was postponed for
an hour or two; during this time Mr. Hangley
returned, when the supposed dead child stretched forth her arms, with the
exclamation, “Oh father! I have been to heaven, and it is a beautiful place!”
After the surprise and the excitement of the girl had subsided,
she gave a relation of what she had seen, as she expressed it, “in Heaven.”
She saw her mother in Heaven, and she was taking care of
little children, many of whom she called by name, and among them were four
children of Uncle Hangley, and three children of
Uncle Casey’s.” Aunt Lynch is not there now, but she will be to-morrow; and on
Sunday I shall go back again.
“But” said an older sister,” it cannot be so dearest, for
there are but two of Uncle Casey’s children dead!”
“Yes, I saw three of them in Heaven and dear mother was
taking care of them, all were dressed in white, and all were very happy and the
children playing.—Oh! it was beautiful there; and I
shall go there again next Sunday afternoon at
Mr. Hangley immediately informed
Mr. Wingate that his daughter was not dead; when he, in the company with Dr.
Morrison, visited the house, and the little girl
related substantially the same story. It seems, too, that shortly after this
relation of the little girl, of what she had heard and seen in Heaven, a
message came from Mr. Casey, in
Of the four children of her Uncle Hangley,
two died in this city and two were drowned on their passage from
We called on Saturday to see and talk with this little
girl, but she was very feeble and just then in a drowse, and we would not allow
her to be disturbed. She is said to have a very thoughtful and serious
countenance, and to be a very interesting child. She had no wish to live, but
preferred returning to her mother. The father and the sisters are seriously,
but very happily impressed with the relations of this sweet child, and joyfully
believe the story she tells. Their house is a pattern of neatness, and they all
possess hearts overflowing with affection, and are sincerely happy on account
of their heavenly messenger.
“I was sorry,” said Mr. H. to Dr. Morrison, in the honest,
truthful simplicity of his heart,” when my good wife died, but I’m not now, but
only wish to be with her.” The elder sisters too, live now in joyful hope of
meeting at length, and they care not how soon, if it be God’s time, their dear
mother, in Heaven, where she has been seen by their angel sister, who has been
permitted to return to the earth, and make the fact known to them.
Since the above was published there have been a great many inquires respecting this little girl, some of which we will
not answer.
Although at the time of the seeming death of this child it
was not supposed that her AUNT LYNCH was dangerously ill, she not having the
cholera but attacked with dysentery. But she died the next day as stated.
On Sunday afternoon, Mr. Daniel Warren, a very worthy
religious man, who has been much among the cholera patients, and feeling,
perhaps a little moved by curiosity, called to see the little girl, and
addressed her cheerfully and told her that she appeared better and would soon
be well, and get out in a day or two.
“But I’m going to mother again at
“When, to-morrow?”
“No, to-day.”
Mr. Warren endeavored to turn her attention to hopeful
prospects of recovery; but the little sufferer was fast sinking away—the death
rattle was heard, and she soon ceased to breathe, her pulse stopped, and the
fixedness of death was impressed upon her beautiful countenance. She was dead!
Mr. Warren looked at the town clock, in the distance, from
the window, for there was no clock in the house, and it was
While pondering upon, to him the singular co-incidents, in
this case, and about half an hour had passed, new signs of life appeared, and
again the spirit of the sweet girl returned. She asked for water and said she
was tired, and sunk away into a quiet sleep.
Since then she has been gradually recovering, but her elder sister, who watched her so
tenderly, and who would so willingly have accompanied her blessed mother in
Heaven, was the next day taken with the cholera and the following died and was
buried.
The father of this girl is ignorant, yet a fine specimen of
a pure warm heart, with all the unsophisticated simplicity and truthfulness of
nature. He is poor. He had a large family; and he says that for the whole
season he had but two pounds of butter in his house, and they had only had meat
but twice. They had lived almost wholly upon bread and tea.
“There were many of them,” he said, “ and
his own hands must earn their living, and by prudence a barrel of flour would
last them four weeks, and he must do what he could for himself and the
children, and they all were quite happy.
The little boys had by their labor picked up the boards out
of which his dwelling had been constructed, and he hoped after a while to have
it all of their own.
Perhaps a more united, loving and contented family, where
all were willing to do and suffer for each other, cannot be found.
Such are the simple facts in the case, which we leave for
the present without comment or attempt explanation.
Hutchinson, William Hutchinson
Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Thursday, the 15th inst, at his
residence, in this township, WILLIAM HUTCHINSON, aged 65 years.
Low, Nimrod Low
Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Thursday last, at his residence in this township,
MR. NIMROD LOW, aged about 30 years.
Marshall, Adam Marshall
Spirit of Democracy,
HORRID MURDER—On last Saturday
evening a number of neighbors had assembled at the house of Mr. Kountz, in Enoch township, who was very ill and not
expected to live.
While they were thus surrounding the couch of the sick man,
Reuben Johnston (who lived in the adjoining house) assaulted his wife with a
dirk knife, and stabbed her in the side, when his daughter and Mrs. Kountz ran to her assistance and shared the same fate.
MR. ADAM MARSHALL then ran in to save the lives of the
women, whose shrieks called him to the scene of blood. As soon as he entered
the room
The females are badly wounded; the daughter was not
expected to live at our last advices. Mrs. Kountz and
the wife of this monster in human shape are recovering.
Mason, J. Patterson Mason
Spirit of Democracy,
On Monday last, at the residence of his father, in this
place, J. PATTERSON MASON, in the 27th year of his age.
Morris, Matthew Morris
Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Monday last, at the residence of his father, in
Perkins, Mr. Perkins
Spirit of Democracy,
The Rev. Mr. Perkins, Pastor of the
He was doubtless laboring under sanity. He was much
esteemed by all who knew him, and leaves an interesting family to mourn his
loss.
Roe, Mr. Roe
Snyder, A. Snyder
Ebbert,
Spirit of Democracy,
The Steamer Virginia, plying as a daily between this city
and
A portion
of the wounded were brought to
this city last evening by the steamer Shenandoah, the clerk of which furnished
us with the subjoined list of the killed, missing and wounded. We are also
indebted to the Captain and Clerk of the Zachary Taylor which came down soon
after, for particulars of the horrible castrophe.
From these gentlemen and two or three others, passengers, we gathered the facts
of this article; which are all that they had been able to collect in reliable
shape, amid the excitement and confusion at the scene of the disaster, or from
the survivors of the castrophe. It is said that the
Captain of the boat,
As almost the whole of the boat above the hull so shattered
that it sunk at once there can be but little doubt that all the missing are
dead. Mr. Snyder of this city, (glass blower), who lost both his legs, it is said cannot probably survive many hours.
The explosion took place whilst the boat was landing, Mr.
Roe, one of the killed. He was upon the plank going ashore at the time, and his
body was cut into three pieces by the explosion!
We give the facts as fully and accurately as we can. We
shall doubtless be able to give fuller details on Monday.
Dead—MR. ROE, of
Wounded—Mr. Boles and lady,
Missing—Ebbert of Wheeling;
Samuel, a colored fireman and about eight others whose names are not yet
known.—
WHEELING GAZETTE
Since the awful explosion of the steamer
WHEELING ARGUS
Smith, Ruth Smith nee Ford
Spirit of Democracy,
Died—In this place, on Tuesday evening
last, at
Sudden and severe is the shock produced by the death of
this amiable lady, which is felt by a large circle of relatives and friends.
For ten years has she lived among us, and during all that time she so conducted
herself as to each day strengthen those bonds of affection and esteem which
were first woven by her kindness of heart, courtesy of manners, and genuine
friendship.
All mourn—but all are not alike bereaved.
She has left a kind and affectionate husband, and four
small children to mourn the loss of a wife and mother. To them we can offer
another consolation than that their loss is her eternal gain. She cannot come
to them, but they can go to her, and enjoy an eternity of uninterrupted
happiness, where parting is no more. And may God in his mercy so sanctify this
affliction, to them, as to lead them all to purity of thought and conduct, and
eventually to a resting place with her in Heaven.
St. John, Mary Ann St. John
Spirit of Democracy,
On Thursday last, of this place, MARY ANN ST. JOHN, in the
10th year of her age.
Vernon, Benjamin Vernon
Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On the 22d ultimo, at the residence of his father, in
Seneca township,
On motion,
RESOLVED, That these be a committee of three appointed to
draft a preamble and resolutions expressive of the deep regret entertained by
this Division for the early death of our much esteemed Brother, consisting of
Brothers L. F. Ellsworth, S. Truax and Levi Tuttle,
who reported the following, which were unanimously adopted:
WHEREAS, It has pleased Almighty God in his wisdom, to take
from us, by the hand of death, our beloved Brother Benjamin Vernon, Therefore,
RESOLVED, Though we bow in humble
submission to the Divine will, yet we feel grieved at the sad event which has
deprived our community of a highly esteemed and promising young man, our Order
of an exemplary and consistent member, and our Division of a worthy brother.
RESOLVED, That we sincerely
sympathize with the bereaved family of our deceased brother.
RESOLVED,That
the members of this Division, in taken of their high regard, wear their colors
for thirty days.
RESOLVED, That the R. S. forward a copy of the foregoing
preamble and resolutions to the bereaved family, and by their consent to the
Spirit of Democracy for publication.
L. F. ELLSWORTH, R.S
Warfield, Scyntha Ann
Warfield
Spirit of Democracy,
Departed this life on the 29th day of August,
MRS. SCYNTHA ANN WARFIELD, of Stock township, in this county, in the 21st
year of her age.
Wright, Sarah Wright
Spirit of Democracy,
Died—At her residence in Centre township,
on Saturday the 10th inst; MRS. SARAH WRIGHT, aged 22 years.
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