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1878
Alexander, Jane Alexander
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—In Cameron, this county,
The deceased was a woman highly respected by all who knew
her. She was a member of the Presbyterian Church, which she joined when quite
young, and lived a devout Christian to the time of her death.
During her severe and protracted sickness, which continued
for four years, she bore it with that patience and calmness that is manifested
only by those who live in the service of their Master.
Farewell, grandmother, thou hast left us,
And gone
to the realms above;
Gone to that land of blessedness,
Where all
is joy, peace and love.
.
Farewell, grandmother, thou hast left us,
Left this
land of sin and woe,
Gone to that land of holiness,
To dwell
with Christ above. J. G. L.
Alexander, W. M. Alexander
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Tuesday, the 22d inst., of Consumption, W.
M.Alexander, of this place, aged 35 years.
The funeral took place on the 25th inst. Rev.
Rider conducted the religious services at the M. E. Church.
Allen, Moses Allen
The Spirit of Democracy,
SELLING HIS BODY TO A MEDICAL STUDENT
Moses Allen, the colored murderer of Benj. Ivey, ex-Sheriff
of Glasscock county,
.
NOTICE, read the following certificate:
Gentlemens, this is to certify that I have sold my carcass
to Mr. King, a medical student of
Oct. 18th a.m. Prisoner, W. C.
Allendaffer, Lizzie Allendaffer
The Spirit of Democracy,
Miss Lizzie Allendaffer, of this place died on Tuesday last
from the effects of an overdose of morphis and chloroform, but whether the act
was accidental or intentional, is unknown—
She had been in poor health for some time, and was troubled
with attacks of headaches, and when they came on she used small doses of
morphia to give her relief. Her sister, Miss Frank, had her bedroom upstairs.
About
Archibald, Nancy Archibald
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. Nancy Archibald, an aged lady, wife of William
Archibald, of
She had been picking berries
and had returned to the house and fell dead upon the steps.
We have not learned the
opinion of the physicians as to the cause of death.
Ault, Andrew Ault
The Spirit of Democracy,
Andrew Ault, Esq., a resident of Smith township,
Ayers,
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. Lydia A. Ayers, of this place, after a long painful
illness from cancer in the face, died on Tuesday evening, aged 78 years.
Deceased was the daughter of the late Wm. Sharpless and was
born
Her funeral will take place today (Thursday) at 2 o’clock
p.m.
Bainum, Mary Bainum
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—
The subject of this notice was born in
She was suddenly stricken
down while in apparent good health with apoplexy from which she never
recovered, but after a lingering illness of three months, of painful yet
patient suffering, she crossed the river in holy triumph—died as only the
Christian dies and with an eye of faith beheld the glories of the better land
spread out in panoramic view before her.
“Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord.”
[
Bainum, Mrs. Mary Bainum
Source: Spirit of Democracy, February 12, 1878
Died-January 13th,
1878, Mary Bainum, near Stafford,
The subject of this notice was born in
Guernsey county,
“Blessed are the dead that die in the
Lord.” W.
Baker, Albert Baker
The Spirit of Democracy,
On Tuesday night of last week at a party at the residence
of Geo. Shaffer, near Powhatan, an altercation occurred between two men named
Geo. Wilson and Albert Baker, which ended in the shooting of Baker, probably
fatally. The difficulty is said to have arisen, as follows: The injured man’s
family are tenants of one Wm. Graham, upon whose place
Our informant states that Baker caught
Baker is a man of bad reputation and was sent
to the Penitentiary for one year from this county, for cutting with intent to
wound, “at the fall term of 1870.”
Since the above was written we learn that the wounded man
died on Monday.
Baker, Mary Baker (alais Wallace)
Baker, Young Child Baker
Church,
The Spirit of Democracy,
A GHASTLY HORRER
Triple Murder in
(Wheeling Register)
Burton, Wetzel Co. W.
The particulars of a horrible triple murder have just
reached here from a point four miles back in the county, on Long Drain.
The wife and child of George Baker and a young lady 14
years of age, the daughter of Wm. S. Church, a neighbor, were found this
morning brutally murdered—the wife and a three months old child on a high knob
overlooking the surrounding country, and the young lady on the floor of the
house. I add further particulars, Baker, whose real name is said to be George
Wallace, and who hails from Ohio county, where it is said he deserted a former
wife and child, has been in this county four or five years.
Soon after coming here he married a Miss Mary Roberts, by
whom he has had two children—the older one of whom had been taken by his aunt
to her home before the murders. Their married life was anything but pleasant,
and they had quarreled and parted frequently, but of late had been living
together on apparently good terms.
Last Monday Baker left home to work at Littleton, 5 miles
away, and last night Miss Church went up to his house to remain over night with
his wife, who is a relative of hers. Since that no human except the murderer or
murderers have seen either of them alive.
Nothing was known of the affair until the mutilated remains
of his wife and child were discovered by the brother of the husband. The young
lady was found prostrate upon the floor of the house with her brains oozing
from her head and bathing the floor in its crimson clotted flow, still in
death.
The mother’s forehead shows plainly the imprint of the pole
of an ax.
The child lay nearly covered with a light wrapping, and
hidden from the gaze of the many who thronged the scene.
The following further particulars regarding the murder of
the three persons on Long Drain Run, on the 19th inst. have been
learned;
It appears that Mrs. George Wallace (alais George Baker) to
come to his (John Wallace’s) house under the impression that John Wallace’s
wife was very sick, and from circumstantial evidence, John Wallace must have
made improper advances toward her, to which Mrs. Baker objected. To avoid his
brutal intentions and to save herself she ran to the woods.—Footprints show
that she must have been rapidly pursued by John Wallace, as the footprints in
the ground correspond with the size and nails in his boots. She was pursued
nearly half a mile down the hill, and the leaps made were from four to six feet
each. She was trying to get to her sister’s house.
THE MURDERER IN CUSTODY
The authorities searched John Wallace and found a pair of
steel knuckles in his pocket, with which he is supposed to have done the deed.
George Baker states that John Wallace killed the persons, and John Wallace states
that Baker did the deed. George Baker states further that John Wallace killed
them with a small hammer, which he directed the jury to go and find. The hammer
was found and had blood on it. There was also blood on John Wallace’s clothes.
He had changed his shirt, which was still wet from trying to wash the blood out
of it. The brother also changed his clothes.
Barnes, E. S. Barnes
The Spirit of Democracy,
E. S. Barnes, an old resident of Somerton,
Bauer, John Bauer
2nd obit
The Spirit of Democracy,
On the 11th inst., of lung fever, Mr. John
Bauer, of
He was interred, in the
Hannibal, Monroe Co., Dec. 11, 78
Bauer, John C. Bauer
The Spirit of Democracy,
John C. Bauer, of
The funeral took place on Thursday, the 12th
inst.
Obituary elsewhere in this paper.
Beard, Emma Beard
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—At Cameron,
Gone, gone to thy tomb;
But it is not cheerless,
Hope dispels its gloom;
While we are weeping
O`er the hallowed ground,
Thou art but sleeping
Till the trump shall sound.
.
Sleep on loved one! None disturb you;
Sleep till Jesus bids you rise!
Then with all God’s ransomed people,
We will meet you in the skies. MRS.
S. A. ATKINSON
Beardmore, Lizza A. Beardmore
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—
The deceased was a bright and lovely little girl, beloved
by all who knew her, and shedding a golden sunshine in the home which heaven
had blessed with her angelic presence during the brief period of her earthly
existence.
Dearest Lizza, how we loved thee,
Loved that little form of thine;
Loved to hear thy merry prattle,
Loved that joyous laugh of thine.
.
Farewell, Lizza, till we meet thee
In those realms of heavenly bliss;
Jesus tune those golden harp-strings
For the angel that we miss.
.
Then weep no more for Lizza,
From
sorrowing abstain;
The cause of your affliction
Is her eternal gain.
.
Oh, weep no more for Lizza,
Her sufferings now are o’er;
She is free from storms and trials,
Her bark has reached the shore. E. A. D.
Beiser, Mr. Beiser
The Spirit of Democracy,
SUPPOSED SUICIDE—A Mr. Beiser, who lived on Little
Muskingum, but who has been missing, as we understand, was found this
(Wednesday) morning hanging to a tree up Mill Creek, a stream coming into the
Muskingum just above the Children’s home. The coroner’s verdict is not a hand
when we go to press.
Beiser, Adam Beiser
2nd obit
The Spirit of Democracy,
Adam Beiser, a man 50 years of age, left his home in Little
Muskingum Township, Washington County, on the 31st of October to
visit his son in
The indications are that the rope broke with his first
attempt; but nothing daunted, he made it stronger, and, upon a second trial,
succeeded in launching himself into eternity. He had been hanging two weeks
when discovered. Noble
Benner, Lieut. Benner
The Spirit of Democracy,
Lieut. Benner, of the 22d U. S Infantry, one of the
officers in command of Government relief boat, sent South, died a few days
since of yellow fever.
Best, Amy Best
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. Amy Best, a lady aged 55 years was found laying in a
fence corner last week in
Various opinions are set forth as to the cause of death,
but nothing positive has been ascertained.
Blair, Ezekiel Blair
The Spirit of Democracy,
Ezekiel Blair, of
Boice, J. A. Boice
2nd obit
The Spirit of Democracy,
Dr. J. A. Boice was born in
In 1831, Dr. Boice removed from
Dr. Boice was a man who “Remembered his Creator in the days
of his youth,” and held fast his profession “showing the same diligence to the
full assurance of hope unto the end.”
In the death of Dr. Boice, the family has lost a good, kind
husband, and an affectionate parent; the community has lost a good useful
citizen, a skilled physician, and a conscientious Christian man; but we feel
confident, that our loss is his “eternal gain.”
He suffered long but it was without a complaint or a
murmur, and as he approached the
For weeks he seemed to be coasting along the mystic river
as if hunting a fording place, but at last the splash of the oarsman was heard,
and the freed spirit of our beloved brother passed on to the “Fair and happy
land just across on the ever green shore to sing the song of Moses and the Lamb
and dwell with Jesus evermore.”
Boice, J. A. Boice
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—At Baresville, this county, on Monday, the 23 d. ult,
of Consumption, Dr. J. A. Boice an old and respected resident of this county.
Bolen, James Bolen
The Spirit of Democracy,
JAMES BOLEN, of Lee township, died on Friday, the 7th
inst.
He leaves a wife and seven children to mourn his loss.
Booker, Wm. Booker
The Spirit of Democracy,
The estate of the late Wm. Booker, whose death was
chronicled last week, it is said amounts to about $250,000.
There are eight heirs, one of whom is Mrs. Tallman, the
wife of Capt. Peter Tallman, of this place.
Mrs. T. accompanied by her son Jas. F. Tallman, left for
Bothwell, John Bothwell
The Spirit of Democracy,
John Bothwell, a resident of this township, Center, died on
the 6th inst.
Bowles, Samuel Bowles
The Spirit of Democracy,
Samuel Bowles, editor of the
Brister, Thomas Brister
The Spirit of Democracy,
Thomas Brister, a coal miner, in Sullivan’s mines near
Bellaire, was killed on the 2d inst., by a large rock falling upon him.
Brothers, Mary Brothers
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—Of diphtheria,
She was a lovely little girl, filling her home with joy and
sunshine. Now there is a void never to be filled, one that reaches beyond the
parental roof; a vacant seat in the school room. She has answered the call of
her Saviour who has said: “Suffer little children to come unto me and forbid
them not, for of such is the
Dearest Mary, how we loved thee,
Loved that little form of thine;
Loved to hear thy merry prattle,
Loved that joyous laugh of thine;
Farewell, Mary, till we meet thee
In those realms of heavenly bliss,
Jesus, tune those golden harpstrings,
For the angel that we miss.
.
Then weep no more for Mary,
From sorrowing abstain;
The cause of your affliction
Is her eternal gain.
O, weep no more for Mary,
Her sufferings now are o’er;
She is free from storms and trials
Her bark has reached the shore. M. A. ABERSOLD
Brown, Mary J. Brown
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Sunday, the 23d ult, of fever, Mrs. Mary J. Brown,
of Sunsbury township, aged about 23 years.
Brown, Mary J. Brown nee Wheeler 2nd obit
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mary J. Wheeler was born
Sister Brown at the early age of 16 years was impressed
with the
Her sweetness and purity of life were strongly manifest in
her childhood and seemed only to grow as she grew to womanhood. As a teacher of
common school, laborer in the church and
The religion which supported her in life was her solace in
death. Truly Jesus was with her in the dark valley and shadow of death.
` She leaves a loving husband, a babe and a large circle of
friends and acquaintances who mourn not as those who have no hope but know
their loss is her infinite gain. Sister Brown has gone from labor to reward. S.
Brown, Sarah Brown
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. Sarah brown, wife of James Brown of Enoch township,
died suddenly of hear disease on the morning of December 12th, aged
69 years.
Buchhett, Bernard W. Buchhett
The Spirit of Democracy,
Bernard W. Buchhett died at
Budd, Young Son Budd
The Spirit of Democracy,
On last Monday, a little son of Wm. G. Budd near
Beallsville, this county, was instantly killed by a discharge of a pistol in
his own hands.
The pistol was in possession of another lad aged about 11 years,
the little four-year-old took it, and, it is said struck at a dog while holding
the pistol by the barrel. It was discharged, and the ball cut the lower part of
his heart. He lived only long enough to say, “Mother—killed.”
We do not know who was to blame, whether anybody or not,
but it is simply amazing that a loaded pistol should be allowed to get into the
hands of a four-year-old child.
Burchard, John Burchard
Etzler, Charles Etzler
Sr.
Padgett, James Padgett
Heizer, William Heizer
The Spirit of Democracy,
AN AWFUL CALAMITY
The Pall Of Death Descends On Barnesville
The Planing Mill Blown To Atoms
Three Men Dead and Seven Wounded
The Dead Removed and Wounded Rescued
Barnesville
Enterprise 18th inst.
An awful calamity has descended upon Barnesville—blasting
in one moment’s time the lives and hopes of many, and casting the gloom of
death and sorrow over the entire community.
Wednesday morning at 25 minutes of
One glance from the rear window of our office sufficed to
tell the terrible truth.—The boiler of Davis & Starbuck’s Planing Mill had
exploded, and the large structure was leveled to the ground.
A cry of horror burst from a hundred throats—a sense of
dread oppression fell upon all hearts.—a weight of woe which, while not
realizing the extent of the disaster, made one feel that the very worst had
happened. At once the people rushed to the scene of the disaster `and the full
horror of the situation greeted the eyes of our citizens. The mill was
literally torn to pieces. Only at the northern end was there the slightest
resemblance of a building standing. All the rest was a mass of ruins—torn into
a million of fragments, rended to pieces, and lying a mass of wrecked boards
and laths, bricks and mortar. The tall brick chimney stood grim and lone and
silent, like a monument over the destruction that had been wrought. Cries of
anguish arose on all sides. Women were met wringing their hands and inquiring
in half maninacal tones if their husbands, sons or brothers had been found.
Never have we looked upon such a scene of agonized woe, of frenzied despair, as
was pictured at the moment. The worst had happened, and all feared that loved
friends were lying beneath the unpitying ruins.
WORK OF RESCUE
Soon after the explosion the city fire bells were struck, and
almost the entire population rushed to the scene. The fire engine, the hose
company and the hook and ladder company were promptly on hand, and in a few
moments there was a stream of water thrown on the burning places in the
neighborhood of the boiler. But for this promptness, the wounded men must have
been consumed. It was known that at least a dozen men were employed in the
building, and the work of rescuing the wounded and removing the dead was at
once commenced.
In a few moments, George E. Hunt, the bookkeeper, Jonathan
Ellis, John Hunt, Jr. and J. W. Bonawitz emerged from the ruins with only
slight injuries. Soon afterwards William Heizer was brought out, with severe
wounds about the head and apparently in a dying condition. James Blowers was
able to walk out, with assistance. Wm. Y. Dent, foreman of the mill, was found
near the boiler, hurt about the head and internally with hip dislocated and
several ribs broken.
JOHNNIE MOORE
After this there was a long interval before anyone was
removed. Groans of anguish were heard in the southwest corner of the ruins, and
after hard work a body was reached which proved to be that of Johnnie Moore. He
was lying on his side on a car-wheel and under a turning-lathe. He was severely
hurt about the head and shoulders. As soon as the wounded were removed they
were promptly attended to by physicians and friends.
THE WOUNDED
It was sad to witness the terrible condition in which these
helpless men appeared. In some cases their heads were covered with blood, their
shirts reeking with perspiration, and over all a coating of fine shavings and
dust which had been blown upon them. They gasped weakly for a breath of air and
quivered with the agony of pain and exhaustion. They were laid upon the ground
and washed and fanned, and in some instances recovered consciousness before
being removed to their homes.
SAMUEL BLOWERS
was found in a stooping position, securely fastened by
timbers, but none of them resting upon him. Axes and saws were freely used
before he could be removed. His head was slightly injured and his body badly
bruised in several places, complaining particularly of his side.—While efforts
were being made to remove him, Mr. Blower waged his rescuers to attend to
another man who was lying in the neighborhood, and who was groaning piteously.
“There is another man here worse than I am—get him and then attend to me.”
YOUNG ETZLER
This man was young Charlie Etzler, who was removed half an
hour later.—He was lying on his back with his legs stretched out, and a large
sill across them, and with his head badly cut and his face pressed out of shape
by the timbers.
J. W. BURCHARD
was brought out of the ruins dead. He was found under a lot
of lumber and machinery. His neck was lying on a piece of timber and held down
by another piece. He was lying with his face down, and a log across his back.
His face was discolored, and a gash cut in his cheek and neck. Death left on
his face the impress of a brave man—a resolute expression, with lips firmly
compressed, and without a shadow of pain or distortion. He must have died
instantly.
CHARLES ETZLER, Sr.
the last man removed, was dead when brought out. Some
persons are of the opinion that he spoke some time before being rescued, but is
doubtful. He had a long indenture running upward across the forehead. When
found he was lying on his side with face downward and covered with some light
timbers. The body was not cold nor stiff, and it is probable that death in this
case was not instantaneous, though Mr. Etzler must have been unconscious from
the first.
JAMES PADGETT
the fireman and acting engineer at the time, was instantly
killed. The main portion of his body was blown fifty yards from the building,
striking a board pile, scattering blood over it and falling to the ground. It
was an unrecognizable mass of flesh, bones and hair—with not the slightest
resemblance to a human being, and could be told only by the torn clothes that
still clung to the mass.—Small pieces of flesh were found on the railway fifty
feet away. A piece of the boiler about two feet wide and three feet long struck
the building of John Henthorn, on Chestnut street, knocking the chimney down
and making a hole in the roof. To this place also clung pieces of clothing and
some of the hair of poor Padgett. The remains were gathered into a coffin and
taken home. His wife, (formerly Miss Polly Riley) is almost crazed by the awful
stroke of fate which fell in a moment without the slightest warning. Padgett
was formerly a brakeman on the railroad and is well known among railroad men.
JOHN JACKSON
had his face and arm scalded. His head has a sharp cut in
it, and he has not much use of his back. A log fell on him, but he was able to
push it off and get from the building without assistance. His injuries are
regarded as serious.
JOHN W. BONEWITE
was slightly injured in the head and shoulders, and managed
to get out of the building without assistance.
THE CAUSE
of the explosion is unknown. Mr. Starbuck says the boiler
was cleaned out thoroughly two days ago, and filled on Monday morning. So far
as he knows the boiler was in good condition. If the explosion had occurred
from a defective boiler, he thinks it would have blown a hole.
THE LOSS
The building and machinery was supposed to be worth $10,
000. There was besides a quantity of furniture and lumber. The loss is
estimated by Mr. Starbuck to be $8,000. The building was built ten years ago by
F. Davis and Jesse Starbuck, and has been in operation ever since, and was
supplied with all machinery necessary for conducting the business. Recently a
furniture making branch was added, and the firm was extending its operations
all over
NARROW ESCAPES
Several employes made hair breadth escapes. Mr. Duff, the
watchman, left at
TWO BOYS
named James Colvig and Lovejoy, about six or seven years of
age, were at the mill at the time of the explosion. They were with Mr. Dent, on
the south side of the building, pushing at a car. Just as he got out the
explosion occurred and he was shut up in a sort of cell formed by the ruins,
but was soon after rescued. He was bruised on the side and legs, but not
seriously injured. Lovejoy was further out and escaped with a light wound on
the shoulder.
JONATHAN ELLIS
who escaped without injury, gives the following account of
the accident:
About
THE FORCE OF IT
The oldest engineers, men who have seen all sorts of
explosions, say they never saw such complete annihilation as this. We have
never read of anything like it except in the explosion of the
THE HEAT
was intense during all the time of rescue, but the people
worked heroically through it all. Several persons distinguished themselves by
their noble efforts and risked their own lives for the sake of their
unfortunate fellow creatures. Hundreds of men worked hard through the hot
sunshine and faltered not until nature was thoroughly exhausted. The fire
department not only did their duty, but when their services were no longer
required at their machines, they went to work where they could do good. Many
other citizens labored hard and faithfully, and the ladies helped by carrying
water and other wise assisting. One of the most impressive things we ever saw
was a woman, kneeling on the ground, and washing the dirt away from the face of
poor Charley Etzler. She worked unconscious of her surroundings, but with a
touch so tender that even the dead it seemed might have known that the gentle
hand of women was ministering unto him.
THE TOWN
is crushed by this appalling calamity. Never before in the
history of
THE LATEST CONDITION OF THE WOUNDED
Charles Etzler, son of Charles Etzler, Sr., who was killed,
was taken to his home. He was buried back of the engine room, surrounded by the
heaviest timbers, and pressed down by a piece across his throat, which impeded
circulation and breathing. He was bruised and scratched on the body, but there
are no serious injuries.
James Blowers and Samuel Blowers were running a planer down
stairs. They were buried in the ruins, one on each side of the planer. James
succeeded in extracting himself, removing a log which fell on his back. He was
bruised about the back and scratched a good deal and scalded on the back of
both arms. He will be able to get out in a day or two.
Samuel Blower’s injuries consist of a cut in the head, with
injuries from suffocating, and was hurt in the side. His main trouble is the
shock and suffocation.
Wm. Y. Dent had his hip-joint dislocated, with an injury on
the left side, in front of the shoulder, fracturing two or more ribs, driving
them in the lungs, producing, it is feared, dangerous injuries. His case is
complicated. He was outside of the mill at the time.
Johnnie Moore has the right shoulder badly crushed and the
right side of the face. The injury to the shoulder is a serious one and may
result in amputation.
Mr. Heizer is injured about the head and bleeding at the
ears, with symptoms of compression of the brain. It is not believed he can
recover.
LATER—Mr. Heizer
died on the 18th inst. , Thursday.—Pub Spirit
Burleigh, Geo. W. Burleigh
The Spirit of Democracy,
NOVEL SUICIDE
Dramatic Death of Geo. W. Burleigh
Early last May, Geo. W.
Burleigh, who is an old resident of
Burleigh was a man of varied
accomplishments, fine education, and versatile in conversation. While at Capron
he was often in depressed spirits. Last Sunday he published a card informing
the citizens that in order to gratify as often expressed curiosity on the part
of his townsmen to witness some such tragedy as the hanging of Sherry and
Connelly in Chicago, he would, on the 23d inst., deliver a lecture in the
Thornton Hall, and at its conclusion gratify them by shooting himself through
the forehead.
The price of admission would
be one dollar, and the amount realized should be used in his funeral expenses
and the remainder be invested in the works of Hurley Tyndell and Darwin for the
town library.
His idea in ending his life was to secure
eternal peace by annihilation. At the appointed time the hall was crowded, and
after delivering an infidel lecture of wonderful power, both in manner and
tone, which marked him as an adept, he suddenly drew a Derringer, placed it to
his forehead, and, despite the attempts to prevent the rash deed, fired and
fell into the arms of two friends, who were on the wings of the stage for the
purpose of hindering the execution of the design.
The ball literally tore his brain to pieces.
He requested that his body be forwarded to his
Burtoft, Sarah Burtoft nee Ensminger
The Spirit of Democracy,
Last Monday evening, Mrs. Sarah Burtoft, living with her
father, Mr. John Ensminger, on
Mrs. McCormick, who had also
partaken of the medicine, became very ill, and barely escaped death, while Mr.
McCormick himself and a man named Peddicord was slightly affected.
[BARNESVILLE
Caldwell, Mrs. John Caldwell nee Mitchell
Caldwell, Young Child
Caldwell, Young Child
Caldwell, Young Child
Caldwell, John W.
The Spirit of Democracy,
A FIENDISH TRAGEDY
A Georgian
Murders His Family And Suicides
The Cause Of The Deed
One little daughter saved herself by fleeing.
He killed his sister-in-law, Miss Frances Mitchell, who had
fled to the garden, terribly mutilating her skull with a grubbing hoe.
He endeavored to drown himself in a shallow well, failing
in this he climbed up on top of his house and jumped off to the ground. He was
not killed. Soon after he ascended the roof of a gin house and jumped off
striking upon his head and was instantly killed. He was 47 years old and
considered a consistent member of the Baptist church, as well as a sober,
industrious farmer.
Evidence before the Coroner’s
jury clearly shows he was not insane, but the cause of his deed was his
improper relations with his sister-in-law.
His wife was killed first.
Miss Mitchell, the sister-in-law, was killed in the yard while trying to
escape.
He said to the little girl,
“Do you want to live?” She said, “Yes,” he said “Then run.” She told the story
which is generally believed.
Miss Mitchell, her
sister-in-law, had lived with the family twenty years. His only remark was to
some negro, “Go tell Davidson to come; I’ve played h—l.” He then begged them to
kill him. While they went for assistance he climbed to the roof of the gin
house and finished his own fiendish work.
Cameron, James Cameron
The Spirit of Democracy,
COL. CAMERON’S DEATH
The Statement of a
The Rebels were three or four hundred yards away,
cannonading us, and we could not see them, they being screened by trees and
bushes. Cameron fell long before our regiment was forced to surrender.
Capito, Bruce Capito
The Spirit of Democracy,
Bruce Capito, the young man who was so badly injured on the
Bellaire and South-western railroad the other day, died on Monday evening, and
was buried yesterday afternoon, from the residence of his uncle, City
Commissioner McClelland.
Carrol, John Carrol
McEvoy, John McEvoy
The Spirit of Democracy,
John Carrol, who was born in
On January 30th, the Company left
Carter, William Carter
The Spirit of Democracy,
FRIGHTFUL ACCIDENT
On The Main Line Of
The
BALTIMORE, March 25—A
horrible fatality, and one that has few, if any parallels, occurred late on
Sunday night at Frederick Junction, on the main line of the Baltimore and Ohio
Railroad. WILLIAM CARTER, a brakeman on a freight train, left the engine a
short distance from the Junction and went forward to adjust the switch. He then
signaled the train to approach and turned to step from the tract when, to his
horror, he found himself a prisoner, his foot having become tightly wedged in the
“frog,”—The train was swiftly approaching and the wretched man realizing his
perilous position, struggled desperately to free himself, but without effect.
He shrieked loudly, but the noise of the moving train drowned the sound of his
voice, and as the night was dark the engineer failed to see him in time.
DESPAIRING EFFORT FOR LIFE
When the locomotive was nearly on him he gathered all his
force and hurled his body over the side of the tract. Just as he did so, the
wheels passed over his leg, crushing the bones into splinters and grinding the
flesh into fragments. His body was also hurled around and fearfully mutilated.
He was removed to
Casey, Mrs. Thomas Casey
McNading, Rose McNading
Cranch, Miss Cranch
Campbell, James Campbell
Hamilton, Mr. Hamilton
Holman, Miss Holman
Vanzhan, Alvah Vanzhan
Bobman, Thomas Bobman
Joy, Mary Joy
Jacobs, Wm. Jacobs
Donaldson, W. A. Donaldson
Wertz, Mrs. Paul Wertz
Lehman, Fred Lehman
The Spirit of Democracy,
DEATH AND DISASTER
A Terrific Cyclone In
The Town Of
Twelve Persons Killed And Many Seriously
Injured
Whole blocks were completely
swept, and the debris scattered for miles. The storm came from the southwest,
passed to the northwest, and was preceded by a heavy fall of rain. Trees were
uprooted and carried through the air like feathers, as were also the fragments
of houses, and, in fact, anything that the storm struck. The Shaw House, a
large brick hotel, was demolished and the inmates buried in the ruins.
So far as known, the
following persons were killed: MRS. THOMAS CASEY, MISS ROSE McNADING, MISS
CRANCH, JAMES CAMPBELL, MR. HAMILTON, MISS HOLMAN, MRS. ALVAH VANZHAN, THOMAS
BOBMAN,and MARY JOY. The following were mortally wounded: W. A. DONALDSON, MRS.
PAUL WERTZ and FRED LEHMAN.
Seriously wounded: John
Anderson, J. B. Hines, J. B. Ashbury, Florence Ford, Robert Offutt, Eliza
Marshall, James Duncan, Mrs. Thos. McGinnis, George Sawyer, Squire Dodd,
Isabella Warren, C. J. Hughes Jr., Mrs. Jennie Smith, Fred Joy and wife, Mrs.
Colgan, Clay Burgess, Thomas Burgess, John Ballard and wife, Mrs. Perry Jacobs
and child, Geo. Warner, Mrs. Hughes and a number of others.
Horses and stock of all kinds
which were in the track of the storm were swept off the face of the earth. A
train load of citizens from
The funerals of several of
the victims took place this afternoon, and the masses of the citizens of
The death of several others
is momentarily expected. At least forty persons are seriously or mortally
wounded. Many strangers are rendering all the assistance possible.
Advices from the country in
the track of the storm, northward, are that the growing crops are badly
injured, trees prostrated, stock killed and bridges down, but no houses
reported destroyed or lives lost.
The Spirit of Democracy,
One of Philander Chandler’s children, residing near
Sewellsville, while engaged in digging fishing worms with a pick, one day last
week, accidentally struck a younger sister and caused her immediate death. The
pick entered the back of the neck just below the skull and came out on the
front just under the chin.
Mr. Chandler was formerly a
resident of
Cholohan, Frank Cholohan
The Spirit of Democracy,
CRANBERRY
Christner, Young Child Christner
The Spirit of Democracy,
A little child of Herman Christner, of Center township,
died of diphtheria last week. This is the second death in the family, within two
weeks, of the same disease.
Christner, Young Son Christner
The Spirit of Democracy,
A little son of Herman Christner, of this town, Center,
died on the 8th inst.
Clay, Henry Clay
The Sirit of Demcracy,
DEATH OF YOUNG HENRY CLAY
It was near the setting of the sun, when the men of Palo,
Alto, Resaca de la Palma and Monterey saw the clouds come down on the charge of
Buena Vista, that a splendid scene, worthy of the days of Washington, closed
the day in glory.
Do you behold that dark ravine, deep sunken between those
precipitous banks? Here no sunlight comes, for the walls of rock wrap up the
pass in eternal twilight. Withered trees grow between masses of granite, and
scattered stone make the bed of the ravine uncertain and difficult for the
tread.
Hark! That cry, that rushes like a mountain torrent
bursting its barriers, and quick as the lightening flashes from darkness, the
dismal ravine is bathed in battle light. From its northern extremity a confused
band of Mexicans, an army in itself, came yelling along the pass, treading one
another down as they fly; their banners, spears, horses and men tossed together
in inextricable confusion.
By thousands they rush into the shadow of the pass, their
dark faces reddened with the heated blaze of musketry—The caverns of the ravine
send back the roar of the panic, and the glory rocks are washed with their
blood.
But the little band who pursues this army—who are they? You
may see in their firm, heroic ranks the volunteer costume of
The small but iron band hurl the Mexicans from the height
in the ravine, and follow up the chase far down into the eternal twilight of
that mountain pass.
Look! As their musketry, streams its study blaze, you would
think that a ceaseless sheet of lightning bathed these rocks in flames!
Over the Mexicans, men and horses hurried back in mad
disorder the Americans dash on their way, never heeding the overwhelming
numbers of their foes, never heeding the palpitating forms beneath their feet,
with bayonet and sword they press steadily on, their well known banner ever
streaming overhead.
The howl of the dying war horse—hark! Does it not chill
your blood to hear it? The horrible cry of the wounded man, with the horses
hoof upon his mouth, tramping his face to a hideous wreck—does it not sicken
your soul to hear it?
A hundred yards or more into the pass the Americans had
penetrated, when suddenly a young Mexican, rushing back, opens their ranks,
raises the fallen flag of Alahanac and dashes to death.
To see him, young and beardless, a very boy, rush with his
country’s flag with bared breast upon that line of sharp steel—it was a sight
to stir cowards into manhood, and it shot into Mexican hearts like an electric
flame.
Even in their panic stricken disorder they rallied by
hundreds, they grasped arms and rolled into one long wave of lances and
bayoneys upon the foe. Woe to the brave men of
Those who survived that fearful moment tell with shuddering
triumph the deeds of three heroes—McKee, Hardin, and Clay.
McKee, you see yonder with his shattered sword dripping
with blood, he endeavors to ward off those deadly lances, and fights on his
knees when he can stand no longer, and then the combatants close over him, and
you see him no more.
Hardin arose from a heap of slaughtered dead, his face
streaming from its hideous lance wounds, and waved a Mexican flag in triumph,
as his life blood rushes in a torrent over his muscular form. Then flinging his
captured flag to a brother solder, “Give it to her as a memorial of
But most sad, and yet most glorious of all, was to see the
death of the second Henry Clay.
You should have seen him, with his back against yonder
rock, his sword grasped firmly as the consciousness that he bore a name that
must not die ingloriously, seemed to fell his every vein, and dart a deadly
fire from his eyes. At that time he looked like the old man.
For his brow, high and retreating, with the blood clotted
hair waving back from the outline, was swollen in every vein as though his soul
shown from ere it fled forever. Lips set, brows knit, hands firm—a circle of
men fighting round him, he dashed into the Mexicans until his sword was wet,
and his arms weary with blood.
At last, with his thigh splintered by a ball, he gathered
his proud form to its full height and fell. His face ashy with intense agony,
he bade his comrades to leave him there to die. That ravine should be the bed
of his glory.
But gathered around him a guard of breasts of steel, while
two of his comrades bore him along. These men of
It was wonderful to see how that name nerved their arms,
and called a smile to the face of the dying hero—How it would have made the old
man of Ashland throb to have heard his name yelled as a battle-cry down the
shadows of that lonely pass.
Along the ravine and up the narrow pass! The hero bleeds as
they bear him on, and tracks the way with his blood. Faster and thicker swarm
the Mexicans. They see the circle around the fallen man, even his face uplifted
as a smile crosses its fading lineaments, and like a pack of wolves accenting
the forlorn traveler at dead of night, they came howling up the rock and
charged the devoted hand with one dense mass of bayonets!
Up and on! The light shines yonder on the tempest rock of
the ravine. It is the light of setting sun. Old
It was a murderous way, that path up the steep bank of the
ravine. Littered with dead, slippery with blood, it grew blacker every moment
with Mexicans, and the defenders of the wounded hero fell, one by one, into the
chasm yawing around.
At last they reached the light, the swords and bayonets
glitter in the sight of the contending armies, and the bloody contest roars
toward the topmost rock.
Then it was that, gathering up his dying form—armed with
supernatural vigor—young Clay started from the arms of his supporters and stood
with outstretched hands in the light of the setting sun. It was a glorious
sight which we saw there amid the battle clouds—Santa Anna’s formidable army
hurled back into the ravine and gorge by
The Mexicans crowded on, hungry for blood. Even as he spoke
their bayonets glistening by hundreds, were leveled at the throats of the
devoted band. By the mere force of their over-whelming numbers they crushed
them back from the dying Clay.
Only one lingered, a brave man, who had known the chivalric
soldier and loved him long; he stood there, and covered as he was with blood
heard these last words:
“Tell my father how I died, and give him these pistols.”
Lifting his ashy face into the light he turned his eyes
upon his comrades face, placed the pistols in his hands and fell back to his
death.
That comrade, with the pistol in his grasp, fought his way
alone to the topmost rock of the path, only once looking back. He saw a
shivering form canopied by bayonets. He saw those outstretched arms grappling
with points of steel. He saw a face once lifted in the light, and then darkness
rushed on the life of young Henry Clay.
Clayton, Robert Clayton
The Spirit of Democracy,
A colored miner, named Robert Clayton, from Pomroy, was
killed at
Clift, Young Child Clift
The Spirit of Democracy,
On the 29th ult, the clothing of a child of C.
W. Clift, Esq. of
Cochran, John Z. Cochran
The Spirit of Democracy,
A TRAGIC EVENT
On Wednesday afternoon of last week, the dead body of John
Z. Cochran, of Burlington, a short distance above Martins Ferry, was found
floating in the river above Wheeling. Further investigation revealed the fact
that he had been in
He wore a gold watch and chain, two elegant finger rings
and three diamond studs. In his pockets were found two pocketbooks, which
contained several checks and notes for $1000, and a number of letters, cards,
receipts, bills, photographs, etc, but no money.
It is thought he was murdered
by being held under the water of the river and afterwards robbed of his money.
Mr. Cochran was engaged to be married to Miss Ret Simons,
of
Barnesville
Collenbine, Miss Collenbine
Carney, A. Carney
The Spirit of Democracy,
A, CARNEY, a young man who had been refused permission to
visit MISS COLLENBINE, a young lady of his acquaintance, went to her room last
night, cut her throat with a razor, shot her with a revolver, and, being met by
Mr. and Mrs. Collenbine on his way downstairs, shot the father in the hip and
cut Mr. and Mrs. Collenbine severely with a butcher knife, and, rushing out
into the yard, drew the razor across his own throat several times and expired
almost instantly.
The young lady’s parents are severely but not fatally
injured, and she lived but a few minutes.
Connelly, Thomas Connelly
The Spirit of Democracy,
On last Sunday night a man named Thomas Connelly, whose
home is in
Connelly was about thirty-seven years of age and unmarried.
Crawford, Mrs. Crawford
The Spirit of Democracy,
The subject of this notice, Mrs. Crawford, departed this
life
At 16 she united with the M.
E. Church, of which she was a consistent member to the day of her death.
She was a resident of
We yield to the Father’s
will, feeling that “our loss is her eternal gain,” and as we laid her in that
silent tomb we felt.
These ashes too—this little dust—
Our Father’s care shall keep,
Till the last angel rise and break
The long and dreary sleep.
Funeral sermon preached by her pastor, Rev. King of
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Creighton, Robert J. Creighton
The Spirit of Democracy,
Robert J. Creighton, of
Cronin, Naomi Cronin
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—
She leaves a husband and 9 children to mourn their
irreparable loss, but they need not mourn as those who have no hope, for she
died in the triumph of a living faith. She has been a member of the
She was one of those who never married in well doing but by
her love, kindness and patience, taught us that neither affliction, persecution
nor tribulation should separate her from the love of Christ. She was a dutiful
wife, a loving and affectionate mother and none knew her but to love her.
Who of us may be called to wrestle with the grim monster
next we know not, but may we be ready when the summons comes, for we all fade
as a leaf. Youth and beauty are blasted by the rude unhidden hand of disease
and death. And from the family circle is severed the lovely, by the spirit
quickening hand of dark despair. Her friends may listen for the sound of her
voice but will listen in vain. She is gone, gone to the spirit land, torn from
their tender embrace by the mighty hand of death. But then with one of old she
could say, “O, death, where is thy sting, O, grave, where is thy victory.”
We cannot bring her back but can go to her. May we all live
so that we may strike glad hands, with her over the river where there will be
no more parting, and where none will ever be heard to say, “I am sick.”
W. H.
WILLISON
Crow, Georgia Alice Crow
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On the 19th ult, Georgia Alice, daughter of
Samuel A. and Isabell Crow, of
God would not permit thy stay,
When the film of God creeps o`er us,
Meet us, darling on the way.
.
Little mound of earth then cover,
Childhood, innocence and love,
And holy Angels hear them o`er,
Death’s dark stream to bliss above. J. A. G.
Crowl, Herbert Crowl
The Spirit of Democracy,
The body of HERBERT CROWL, one of the boys who were drowned
at Martin’s Ferry two weeks ago, was recovered on Monday. It was found floating
in the river near Powhatan. Word was at once sent to the boy’s father, who went
down to Powhatan and identified the body as that of his son.
The remains were brought to Martins Ferry and were
interred.
[
Danenhower, Ella Conrad Danenhower
Danenhower, Charles Chase Danenhower
The Spirit of Democracy,
The family of C. N. Danenhower, of the City Civil
Engineer’s office,
Their only children, ELLA
CONRAD, aged four and a half years, and CHARLES CHASE, aged two and one half
years, died of scarlet fever, at
Mrs. Danenhower is a daughter of Judge J. W. Okey.
Daniels, Samuel Daniels
The Spirit of Democracy,
Dawson, John Dawson
Heath, J. W. Heath
Marshall, E. C. Marshall
Bacainiupo, Vincent Bacainiupo
Barton, J. W. Barton
Penn, J. E. Penn
Oberet, Wm. Oberet
Ennis, John E. Ennis
Clapham, Mrs. G. E. Clapham
Moffatt, Wm. Moffatt
Hammocks, Robert Hammocks
Riordan, Father Riordan
Mosby, Mrs. Sam Mosby
The Spirit of Democracy,
YELLOW FEVER
No Improvement In The Situation
Many Physicians And Nurses Falling Victims To The Plague
Two hundred and five new cases
are reported, among them J. W Page, and active Howard, who is in critical
condition. A. L. Langstaff, President of the Howard Association, is considered
out of danger. Of the Catholic and Irish Societies, there is not now nor has
there been during the past ten days any officer on active duty in connection
with any organization to receive or disburse funds sent for their relief,
except the Father Matthew Camp, St. Peter’s Orphan Asylum and the sisters of
St. Joseph; all are either dead, stricken down by the fever or fled the city. Father Riordan, the V. G. is dead.
All funds to be directed to
the Rev. A. J. Kelley for the Orphans Asylum; Rev. W. Walsh or T. Consadine,
The fever is spreading into
the suburbs, and a large number of deaths are occurring at points several miles
from the city. The force of physicians, nurses and visitors is being gradually
reduced, and the situation is becoming more frightful hourly.
Deal, Baxter Deal
The Spirit of Democracy,
KILLED—Baxter Deal, a worthy and respectable citizen of
He was discovered by his wife, who, after waiting dinner
some time, went in search and found him dead, with a log across his crushed
breast.
[
Dempsey, James Dempsey
Bannock John
The Spirit of Democracy,
AN INDIAN DESPERADO MURDERED
It appears that Bannock John
murdered a white man, James Dempsey—a few weeks ago on Cames Praire, and the
Indians here have feared retaliation on the part of the whites. They heard that
ten of their number, said to be good men, were murdered by whites in
The blame was laid on Bannock John, and a few of the
Indians formed a conspiracy for his assassination, which was successfully
carried out.
Dew, Joseph B. T. Dew
The Spirit of Democracy,
Joseph B. T. Dew,
He had delayed repentance until consumption had fastened on
his vitals and claimed him for the grave. When I first visited him, some three
weeks before his death, I found him without preparation and thinking it was too
late. The second visit—some two weeks later—found him in a very different state
of mind, deeply penitent and earnestly seeking pardon. On the following day I
visited him again. Earthly physicians had given him up, and the Great Heavenly
Physician came to his relief, and blessed him with His pardoning love.
He immediately commenced pleading with his wife, who
consenting to join the church, kneeled beside the dying couch and they were
both baptized. In a few days he passed away in triumph, leaving his wife and
two dear children to await the coming of the “angel boatman” to convey them to
the reunion in heaven.
Wife of his love—his tenderest care,
Pray that your faith be stronger,
Cling to the arm that cannot fail,
Wait just a little longer;
And children, reft of love and care,
Look up beyond the river;
A father waits to greet you there
And dwell with you forever.
C. B. HENTHORNE
Dodds, Infant Child Dodds
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. John Dodds, of Doverstown, Muskinghum county, one day
last week accidentally stepped through an open cellar door with an infant in
her arms.
The brains of the child were dashed out against the wall,
and the mother is insane at the idea of being the instrument of her own child’s
death. So says the Zanesville Times.
Doil, Louisa Doil
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—In Clarington,
Mrs. Doil had endeared herself to all who knew her by her
many virtues, her uniform kindness of heart, her many charities and social
qualities, and her reverent and consistent piety. She was beloved in all the
relations of life. She was a devoted Christian. She had suffered long and much,
but bore it with that meek resignation which bespoke the maturity of her
Christian graces. The home circle, cheered by her presence, is now shrouded in
gloom. She heard the Master’s call without a shadow of fear and laid down the
cross to put on her crown, knowing in whom she put her trust and was willing to
confide in Him for a glorious immortality. We append the following lines:
Of all the tender ties that bind
My heart
to any other.
The sweetest, gentlest and most kind
Is that
which will forever bind.
My heart unto my mother.
.
The first of all my earthly friends,
Her love
she’ll never smother;
Day by day as the years go by,
Firmer,
closer is drawn the tie
That binds me to my mother.
.
Far back to early childhood, a hour
The first
of any other,
I saw a sweet, fond, anxious face
Bending
o`er me with angelic grace,
I knew it was my mother.
.
Since then I never can forget
How more
than any other,
She has been patient, gentle, kind,
Of all
true friends to me I find—
The best has been my mother.
.
And though I have to womanhood grown,
And
learned to love another
Yet first of all is still to me
The tie
which binds so tenderly
My heart unto my mother.
.
Then let in future come what will,
Ne`re to
any other,
I’ll give that place within my heart,
I keep as
sacred and apart,
To give unto my mother.
Doil, Mrs. Louisa Doil.
Source: Spirit of Democracy, February 5, 1987
Died-In Clarington,
Mrs. Doil had endeared herself to all who
knew her by her many virtues, her uniform kindness of heart, her many charities
and social qualities, and her reverent and consistent piety. She was beloved in all the relations of
life. She was a devoted Christian. She had suffered long and much, but bore it
with that meek resignation which bespoke the maturity of her Christian
graces. The home circle, cheered by her
presence, is now shrouded in gloom, and the hearts in which she was enshrined
are now filled with gloom. She heard the
Master’s call without a shadow of fear and laid down the Cross to put on her
crown, knowing in who she put her trust, and was willing to confide in Him for
a glorious immortality. We append the
following lines:
.
Of all the tender ties that bind
My heart to any other,
The sweetest, gentlest and most kind
Is that which will forever bind
My heart unto my mother.
.
The first of all my earthly friends,
Her love she’ll never another;
Day by day as the years go by,
Firmer, closer is drawn the ties
That bind me to my mother.
.
Far back to early childhood, a hour,
The first of any other,
I saw a sweet, fond, anxious face
Bending o’er me with angelic grace,
I know it was my mother.
.
Since then I can never forget
How more than any other,
She has been patient, gentle, kind,
Of all true friends to me I find-
The best has been my mother.
.
And though I have to womanhood grown,
And learned to love another,
Yet first of all is still to me
The tie which binds so tenderly,
My heart unto my mother.
.
Then let in future come what will,
Ne’er to any other,
I’ll
give that place within my heart,
I keep as sacred and apart,
To give unto my mother.
Doll, Joseph F. Doll
McManus, Father McManus
Jolley, J. M. Jolley
Nathan, C. H. Nathan
Haining, L. Haining
McKenna, Delia McKenna
Burt, Mrs. M. Burt
Camillo, Mrs. Nick Camillo
Alexander, Jesse Alexander
Marshall, William Marshall
The Spirit of Democracy,
Terrible Strides Of The Plaque—Over Two Hundred New Cases
And Eighteen Deaths
Only eight physicians have sent in their figures to-day,
and they report 110 new cases. As there are 17 still to hear from, a moderate
estimate of new cases would be 250.
Among the deaths today are: Joseph F. Doll, Mayor elect, whose term of office was to begin
tomorrow; Father McManus,
Telegrams from
The report of acting Mayor Trowbridge’s illness sent last
night, was a false alarm. He is up and well.
Dougherty, Catharine B. Dougherty
The Spirit of Democracy,
A child of James Dougherty, on _____ Ridge, died of
diphtheria on the______ ult.
[submitters notes—Name : Catherine B. died:
Dumm, John C. Dumm
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—At the infirmary, on the 5th inst, John C.
Dumm, aged 58 years.
The remains were interred at Pleasant Grove, this county.
Eberley, Louisa Eberley
Eberley, Melissa Eberley
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—Of diphtheria, in
Eddy, David Eddy
The Spirit of Democracy,
David Eddy, aged about 19 years, son of John Eddy, of this
township, Center, died of typhoid fever on the 30th ult.
Eddy, Josephus H. Eddy
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—At his residence in
He leaves a wife, two children and a large circle of
friends to mourn his loss. Josephus was a kind and affectionate boy, much
beloved by his parents and at the early age of 15 years became convinced of
death and judgement and obeyed the Lord in His divine appointments and was
transported from nature’s darkness into the
That
beautiful land of rest,
On
Canan’s happy shore,
That
beautiful land of rest,
Where
parting is no more.
.
“His labors seemed but just begun,
When
finished in the tomb.”
But safe on
Canan’s happy shore,
Where
parting is no more.
.
[submitter’s note—Josephus is
buried
Eddy, William Eddy
The Spirit of democracy,
William Eddy, son of John Eddy, of Center township, aged 17
years and 23 days, died of Typhoid Fever on the 2d. inst.
Emmanuel, Victor Emmanuel
The Spirit of Democracy,
Victor Emmanuel, King of Italy, died on the 9th
inst., aged about fifty seven years.
Prince Humbert has been proclaimed King.
Evans, L. H. Evans
The Spirit of Democracy,
Several tramps were stealing a ride on the train, four of
whom were carried down in the wreck, and one supposed to be named L. H. Evans,
of
Another, who refused to give his name, died two hours
afterward, and the other were badly bruised.
Finley, William Finley
The Spirit of Democracy,
SMOTHERED TO DEATH IN A WELL
A letter received from Wesley Willy of
On the morning of the 2nd,
Mr. Finley went to work in a well 25 feet deep, when suddenly, without warning,
the curbing, composed of wood, gave way in such a shape as to cover him up, and
on top of the curbing came in a large mass of earth.
Neighbors to the number of 100 were immediately
gathered, and work was commenced to dig the unfortunate man out. Owing to the
sandy nature of the soil, it was impossible to remove the earth that had caved
in for fear of injuring Finley, whose voice could be heard from below, assuring
them he was all right, and an excavation had to be made at the side of the
well. The men employed at the excavating worked hard, encouraged in their
labors, until Tuesday morning, by the voice of Finley, but his voice was faint
and weak, and not until Tuesday at
Mr. Finley was a young man,
whose relatives we believe all live in our county. He only went to
Noble Co. Republican, 19th inst.
Fish, N. S. Fish
The Spirit of Democracy,
N. S. Fish, a resident of Clarington, this county, died on
Friday the 8th inst.
Fisher, J. Fisher
The Spirit of Democracy,
The funeral sermon of Mr. J. Fisher was preached at this
place by Elder Brown on last Sabbath.
Fisher, Jesse Fisher
The Spirit of Democracy,
JESSE FISHER, of
Foehrenbach, Young child Foehrenbach
The Spirit of Democracy,
A little child of Mr. Jacob Foehrenbach of this township,
Center, died on Monday, the 29th ult.
Foster, Jacob W. Foster
The Spirit of Democracy,
Jacob W. Foster, of
Frazier, Mrs. Frazier
The Spirit of Democracy,
Judge Frazier, received a telegram at
Mrs. Frazier had enjoyed good health until recently, and at
the time of her death she was visiting a couple of daughters in
She was nearly eighty-three years old and one of the
pioneers of this county. She was highly esteemed by all of her acquaintances.
Futton, Charles Futton
The Spirit of Democracy,
Two little boys, Junius, son of D. S. Williams, and
CHARLES, son of Capt. Samuel Futton, went to Big Pond Creek on an errand, and
concluded they would go in swimming. The got in water that was too deep for
them and both went down.
Junius succeeded in getting out. CHARLES was drowned—He was
a youth of seven summers. He leaves a father and four brothers to mourn his
loss.
Gackenhammer, Nannie Gackenhammer
The Spirit of Democracy,
NANNIE, daughter of Lewis and Elva Gackenhammer, died in
the fifth year of her age of diphtheria.
She was an innocent child with a calm and quiet
disposition; always seemed to partake more of an Heavenly than of an earthly
spirit. She was quite a favorite in the
The following verses were repeated by her in a full, clear
voice in the presence of several friends.
“Do all to the
glory of God.”—1 Cor. 10, 31.
“Charity suffereth
long, and is kind.” 1 Cor. 13, 4.
“Cast thy burden
on the Lord.”
“Jesus came into
the world to save sinners.”—1 Tim. 1, 15.
“There is a friend
that sticketh closer than a brother.—Prov. 18, 24.
Within an hour after repeating these verses, her spirit
left the body to go to Him who said, “Let little children come unto me for of
such is the
Gallagher, Albert Gallagher
Gallagher, Nettie Gallagher
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mr. and Miss Gallagher, son and daughter of Nicholas
Gallagher, of Beaver township are visiting relatives in
One son, Albert,
a young man of more than usual promise fell a victim of typhoid fever, but a few
weeks ago, and last week a daughter Nettie,
his beautiful and accomplished sister, aged about twenty years, died from the
dread disease.
The sympathy of many friends and acquaintances is extended
to the afflicted parents and family.
Gallagher, Andrew Gallagher
Vaughn, Robert Vaughn
The Spirit of Democracy,
POWDER EXPLOSION
A Horrible Calamity Near
A Powder Magazine Struck By Lightning
Eight Hundred Kegs Of Powder Exploded And The Frightful
Results
When the explosion occurred everything betokened death and
destruction. Trees were uprooted and twisted as if they were but mere stems.
About thirty-five buildings were more or less completely gutted, and the
inhabitants more or less injured.
The saddest part of the affairs was the accident to a
picnic party who were enjoying themselves in a grove near the powder magazine
at the time and when the building was struck by lightning, the greatest
excitement prevailed, when it was found the following persons were killed or
injured:
Wm. Reese had his right leg so fearfully crushed that it
had to be amputated at the knee. Andrew
Gallagher, twelve years of age, had his head torn from his body and it
presented a frightful spectacle. Richard
Vaughn had a leg broken. The boy was so badly mangled that his insides were
exposed. He has since died. Richard Stevenson, aged sixty years, had both legs
broken, one being afterward amputated. Sadie Brasier, ten years of age, had a
foot torn from her leg.
Two young ladies in a carriage, passing near at the time,
had a narrow escape, a flying missile striking the horse and instantly killing
him. The two women leaped from the carriage and escaped with their lives.
Many others were more or less injured but it is impossible
to get their names at present. Everything possible is being done to save the
distressed. Doctors from
At this hour,
POTTERSVILLE, August 18—The scene of yesterday’s explosion
was visited by several thousand persons to-day. Among the wounded that, it is
thought cannot recover, are Mrs. Steahe, an elderly lady, whose skull were
fractured, (last night portions of the skull were removed). Richard Stevens,
aged sixty years, who had his leg severely crushed and refused to have it
amputated, will die. The verdict of the jury today was that Richard Vaughn and
Andrew Gallagher died from injuries received from stones thrown by the
explosion of a powder magazine. They find no persons answerable for the
explosion, and believe it was caused by lightning. Additional discoveries of
wounded makes the number eleven.
Gates, Nancy Gates
The Spirit of Democracy,
She, with her husband, moved
here some 60 years ago, when the country was yet unbroken forest, and up to the
time of her death she resided in the same place.
Gates, Nancy Gates
2nd obit
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. Nancy Gates, of Sunsbury township, aged 88 years, died
on the 24th of pneumonia.
Gebhart, George Gebhart
The Spirit of Democracy,
George Gebhart, a resident of
Mr. Gebhart removed to
Gebhart, George Gebhart 2nd obit
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—At his residence in
He was born in
His remains were brought back on the 28th ult.
The next day funeral services were held at the M. P. Church, after which his
body was taken and laid in the old church-yard beside his children; two of whom
had passed away within the last year.—He joined the Methodist (now Methodist
Protestant) Church in 1870, in which he remained until his death, and died in
the triumph of living faith, saying, “All is well.” and “Glory! Glory!”
He leaves a wife and several children (all of whom are
married) and a large circle of friends.
May the Lord sustain them in their sore bereavement, and
bring them all to meet with loved ones gone before. J. COOPER, PASTOR
Genin, John N. Genin
The Spirit of Democracy,
John N. Genin died in
Genin, John N. Genin
2nd obit
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mr. John N. Genin, at one time a well known hatter in this
city, died yesterday at his residence,
Gibson, Margaret Gibson
The Spirit of Democracy,
Margaret Gibson, wife of Thomas Gibson, of Beaver township,
departed this life Friday evening, November 19th aged 50 years.
The funeral services were conducted on Sunday at Wesley
Chapel and the remains of this much loved woman were followed to the grave by
an immense concourse of sorrowing neighbors and friends.
Goff, David Goff
The Spirit of Democracy,
Col. David Goff, of
Goudy, Isaac Goudy
The Spirit of Democracy,
Isaac Goudy, formerly a resident of this county, died in
Wood county,
Graham, Frank D. Graham
Johnson, W. B. Johnson
Andrews, Augustus Andrews
Miller Bernhard Miller
Cullen, Mrs. Cullen
Curry, John Curry
Gross, Fred Gross
The Spirit of Democracy,
DEATH ON THE RAIL
Horrible
Accident On The Pan—Handle
Near
Mingo Junction, On the 7th Inst.
Fifteen
Persons Killed and Forty Wounded
One Of The Worst Accidents
That Ever Happened On The Road
Hearing of a terrible railroad accident on the Pan Handle
Railroad, near
At
John Falton, fireman of the passenger engine, jumped from
the engine and escaped certain death, but sustained serious injuries in the
fall. John Dugan, the passenger engineer, remained at his post. He was picked
up in a pile of wheat alongside the track at the point of collision with his
jaws broken, a frightful gash in his skull and otherwise injured. He was
insensible when found and remained so till death ended his sufferings at
The engineer and fireman of the freight jumped from their
engine. Their injuries are reported as not very serious. The scene of the
accident at daylight was one of terrible confusion and destruction. The exact
spot of the collision is just at the beginning of the second curve west of the
Cross Creek bridge—The track lies on an embankment about 20 or 25 feet that
slopes steeply to the creek on the north side and also to a little drain on the
south side. The passenger engine stood on the south slope at right angles to
the tract, the forward end facing the track. The freight engine lay along-side
of the other, only their ends were reversed. They were stripped of almost all
their machinery except their drivers. The shock was so great that the domes
were thrown on the other side of the track into the creek. The connecting rods
were bent, cylinder heads knocked off, and indeed about all there was left of
the two locomotives lying side by side like two huge, ugly monsters after a
terrific battle for mastery or destruction, were the two boilers. The tenders
were on the other side of the tract. The train consisted of two postal cars,
one baggage car, three passenger coaches, on hotel car and sleeper combined,
and a sleeper. The
From Mr. Bean, of Mingo, who, with his brother Sam, and a
number of other citizens of the town, rendered good service in extricating and
helping the wounded at the wreck, we learn that the moans and cries of the
wounded and dying were distinctly heard at Mingo, and sounded very similar, at
that distance, to the bahing of a flock of sheep. Mr. S. Bean heard the
passenger train pass Mingo.—Two minutes afterward he heard the freight
whistling for danger, and instantly the sound of the crash of colliding was
borne on the air to his ears. The wails of the sufferers impelled him hastily
to the scene. On his way he met conductor Morrell who was hastening to Mingo
Station to telegraph the alarm—there being no night operator on duty at that
point, much delay was occasioned in awakening him to give the alarm.
From the Gazette’s excellent report we clip the following
interview had with an eye-witness to the tragic affair:
JOHN EARP’S STATEMENT
John Earp, Esq., Professor of Languages, Asbury University,
Greencastle, Indiana, says the make-up of the train consisted of two mail cars,
a baggage, one emigrant car, a second of mixed passengers, and a third one
first-class—with two sleepers in the rear. We were running on time, or
thereabouts within a minute or so, and while turning a curve one mile beyond
Mingo, I was dozing on my seat in the second car, when the sudden application
of the air brake aroused me, and suddenly I experienced a perfect shower of
glass and splinters of wood fling past the windows. The rapid succession of
shrieks, groans and cries for help to suddenly broke to my mind the sad reality
of what had happened. In the emigrant car the occupants were chiefly German and
Scotch families going to
AT THE HOSPITAL
The wounded, as fast as possible amid the chaotic
confusion, were taken to the old Pan Handle hospital, although it had not been
used for this purpose since last January, and the scene about the hospital was
awful in the extreme. The moans and cries were tearful to hear. They lay upon
beds and upon lounges and mattresses on the floor. The confusion made it
difficult for the doctors and nurses. It seemed as if they didn’t know what to
do first. The scene was sickening, and many stout men turned away, not being
able to hear the sad sight.
NAMES OF THE WOUNDED
It was very difficult to obtain the names of the wounded,
but the following list will be found to be almost complete:
John Dugan, engineer passenger engine Burgettstown;
seriously wounded about the head and also eternally; not expected to live.
R. K. Conwell, Urichsville, right leg smashed.
Margaret Brandon,
Samuel Semple,
Mrs. McCommish,
Mrs. Mary Haley, with babe, New
Geo. Thomas, Washington D. C., right leg broken.
Edward Downing,
Mrs. Francis Owens,
Mrs. Ed Burke,
J. W. Harris,
John B. Thomas, Philadelphia, who was on his way to his
parents home in Dayton, O.; head cut, right leg fractured and left leg badly
sprained.
J. B. Shaefer,
W. D. Agnew, Allegheny; left leg fractured.
J. B. Fulton, Bargettstown, fireman of passenger engine;
nose smashed and jaw broken.
Engineer Graham,
Evan Peter Obson,
Mary McDonald,
______Phillips, Tippecanoe,
Besides the above there were six or seven passengers on the
emigrant car, whose names it was not possible to obtain, who were seriously
injured.
There were also a large number wounded; so slightly,
however, that it was not necessary to take them to the hospital.
The list of wounded will reach near forty names.
POSTAL CLERKS KILLED AND WOUNDED
Of the four men on the
The clerks in the
THE RECOGNIZED DEAD
All the dead who were recognized, or who had anything on
their persons to identify them by, are:
Frank D. Graham,
postal clerk, who lived in
W. B. Johnson,
postal clerk, also from
Augustus Andrews,
lamp cleaner or assistant postal clerk,
A German named Bernhard
Miller. He had a pocket book on his person containing $277 in National bank
notes and sixty cents in German and American coins. He had a note for $232,
which had been drawn from G. H. Kraus, banker, at
A Mrs. Cullen,
of
Another of the bodies had a letter in his pocket which was
addressed to Dear Patrick. It was from Dunmore, Luzene county,
John Curry, from
Fred Gross, from
The rest of the dead, up to this writing, have not been
recognized, nothing being found on them which would give a clue. Mr. Ricker,
head clerk on postal car from Pittsburgh to Cincinnati, informs us that Harry
Graham was beloved by all who knew him, and that he was married about a year
ago to an estimable young lady that is about to become a mother.
In conversing with Conductor Ed Morrell, who had charge of
the train, we learn that he left
The cause of the calamity, according to Superintendent
Barrett;s statement, is that the conductor of the freight train, William
Sterling, was running his train on passenger train time while his watch was not
running. In other words his watch had stopped twenty minutes and he did not
know it. Now, if
There are three theories for the cause of the accident. One
is the watch story; another the possibility of the telegraph operators erring
in the transmission of the orders; the third that the train dispatcher may have
issued the wrong instructions. The passenger train was making 40 miles an hour
and the freight is 12.
Greenlee, Catherine Greenlee
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. Cathererine Greenlee, aged 65 years, wife of Wm.
Greenlee, of High Ridge, died on Sunday from a tumor of the stomach, and her
remains were interred at
Chronicle—21st inst.
Griffith, David Henry Griffith
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—Of brain fever on the 13th day of April,
1878, DAVID HENRY, son of Lewis and Hannah S. Griffith, aged 1 year, 8 months
and 2 days.
Harrell, John Harrell
The Spirit of Democracy,
A
Harrell yesterday afternoon rode up to Deviney’s house and
called him. When the latter came out, Harrell presented a cocked pistol and
said:
“I have a death-warrant for
you and your brother. I want you to go with me over to Mrs. Smith’s.”
Deviney said he had done nothing to be ashamed of, and
would go with Harrell if the latter would wait until he went into the house for
his hat. Harrell consented to this and Deviney, upon gaining this liberty,
seized a double-barrel shot gun. When Deviney came out of the house he saw
Harrell still holding the pistol, as if ready to commit violence. Thereupon
Deviney fired both barrels of the gun at Harrell, who uttered a groan and fell
dead from his horse.
Realizing that he had killed Harrell, Deviney at once
surrendered to Justice J. W. Alexander, and the later proceeded to hold an
inquest on the lifeless body. The jury, after a careful inquiry, returned a
verdict of justifiable homicide. Only yesterday Harrell was heard to say that
he would kill Deviney and his brother.
Harrison, Elizabeth Harrison
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On
Her remains were interred in the grave yard near
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. Elizabeth Harrison died
She was born in
Farewell mother, thou art safe in thy home above,
Safe on thy Savior’s breast,
Safe in that world where all is love,
In that land of eternal rest. O. B.
Hartley, Laura Hartley
The Spirit of Democracy,
Giltner was engaged to be married to Miss Laura Hartley, a beautiful and refined girl living in the
neighborhood. His arrest proved such a shock to her nervous system that she was
seized with an apoplectic fit in which she died the next day. Her lover and his
companion are in jail.
Hartshorn, John Hartshorn
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On the 10th inst., of Diptheria, in Center
township, JOHN HARTSHORN, son of Aaron Hartshorn, aged ten years.
Hawes, Fletcher A. Hawes
The Spirit of Democracy,
Fletcher A. Hawes, a native of
Heller, Robert Heller
The Spirit of Democracy,
Robert Heller, the magician, died in
Henthorn, William Henthorn
The Spirit of Democracy,
WILLIAM and WASHINGTON, brothers of Rev. C. B. Henthorn, of
Beallsville, this county, died of yellow fever a few days since in the South.
Hester, Mr. Hester
Tulley, Mr. Tulley
McHugh, Mr. McHugh
The Spirit of Democracy,
At
The drop fell at
Hines, Katherine Hines
The Spirit of Democracy,
Katherine Hines, wife of Baltzer Hines, ______ typhoid
fever.
Hoffman, Michael Hoffman
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Tuesday evening, the 5th inst, of
Consumption, MICHAEL HOFFMAN, a resident of
Mr. Hoffman was esteemed and respected by all who knew him
and his loss will be deeply felt by his many friends and acquaintances.
Hollister, Nathan Hollister
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—Another old citizen gone from our midst. NATHAN
HOLLISTER, Esq., died at
As a lawyer he stood high, being one of the most earnest
and able advocates and a good lawyer, and as a member of the Bar will be
greatly missed. But more than all will he be missed in the Church, of which he
has been a faithful member, an exhorter and class leader for many years. Never
will his good advice and his encouraging words in the class room be forgotten,
by those whose privilege it was to hear him speak Sabbath after Sabbath. The
last morning he met with his class some six weeks ago he said, “ this may be
the last time for some of us in the class room for we should try to live each
day as if it were our last, so that when the summons comes we may be prepared
to go.”
Financially he was the great prop of the Church for
whenever the liberality of his great heart was called on, the application was
never made in vain.
The Bar here will hold a meeting on the 22d inst., at which
appropriate resolutions will be adopted.
Holmes, William Holmes
The Spirit of Democracy,
WILLIAM, son of Albert Holmes, of
Hoskinson, Elizabeth Hoskinson
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On the 16th inst., of Consumption,
ELIZABETH, wife of Archibald Hoskinson of Green township, this county.
Hoskinson, Elizabeth Hoskinson 2nd obit
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—In Adams township,
She died of a lingering illness. She was an affectionate
wife and mother, kind and obliging neighbor, and a constant reader of the
Bible, and endeavored to live up to its precepts.
A large circle of relatives and friends mourn her
departure. She leaves a husband and seven children who mourn her loss and miss
her love, but hope to meet in court above.
Farewell, our dear mother,
The time is at hand
When we must be parted
From this social band,
Our Redeemer in Heaven
Hath called you away.
Separation is needful,
And we must obey,
Kind friends and relatives
Cease your grief and pain;
May our sorrow and loss
Be her eternal gain.
Howell, Annie Belle Howell
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—Of diphtheria,
She was a lovely little girl, filling her home with much
joy and happiness; but there is a void never to be filled, one that reaches
beyond the parental roof, a vacant chair, one who is missed around the family
hearth stone. Alas, she has answered to the call of her Savior, “Suffer little
children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the
Dearest Annie, how we miss thee,
Miss thy little prattling tongue.
Miss thee when the morning cometh
And the evening shade is gone.
.
Dearest Annie, thou wast lovely,
Gentle as the summer breeze,
Pleasant as the air of evening
When it floats among the trees.
.
Peaceful be thy silent slumber,
Peaceful in the grave so low,
Thou no more wilt join our number,
Thou no more our songs shalt know.
.
Dearest Annie, thou hast left us,
Here thy loss we deeply feel,
But `tis God that hath bereft us,
He can all our sorrow heal.
.
Yet again we hope to meet thee,
When the days of life is fled.
Then in heaven with joy to greet thee,
Where no farewell tear is shed. J. L. W.
Howell, Young Daughter Howell
The Spirit of Democracy,
A little daughter, aged 4 years of David and Mary Howell,
of
Humphrey, H. S. Humphrey
Laning, James G. Laning
Kelley, Thomas Kelley
Kelley, Miss Kelley
Lule, Mr. Lule
Felt, Marcilus Felt
Laning. Wm. Laning
Abernathy, M. Abernathy
Irwin, Mr. Irwin
The Spirit of Democracy,
INDIAN CUT-THROATS
Their Depredations In
Men Murdered, Women Outraged, Houses Burned and Livestock
Stampeded
A Thrilling
Adventure—The Indians Scattered By Troops
The number of persons killed and wounded can not be
accurately stated, but the bodies of the following have been brought into the
little town of
Some of the incident of defense and escape on the part of
the settlers are very thrilling. R___Culom, wife and two children were in a log
house in what is known as the Robinson Draw, a branch on the south side of the
south fork of the Rappa. They were first surrounded by about twenty Indians.
When the Indians were first discovered, Calom knocked out a port hole on each
side of the house, and his wife putting the little girls under the bed, took
one port hole and he the other, she with a shot gun and he with a revolver.
When an Indian had approached
close enough, Colum fired at him with his revolver and he returned the fire
without effect, and within half an hour not an Indian was in sight, and in
about two hours the relief party enabled Colum to load his family into his
wagon and go to town.
At Keefer’s Ranch, on the South Fork, a cattleman named
Lynch and one herder, a boy and Mrs. Keefer and seven children, were the only
occupants, Lynch, when opportunity offered, fired and killed, or badly wounded,
an Indian, and that was all the trouble they had there, or at least it was the
last of the Indians showing themselves. J. J. Keefer and W. S. Atwell who were
from the North Fork of the Sapps to Keefer’s Ranch with a yoke of cattle and a
wagon, and when within a few rods of South Fork, discovered the Indians and ran
their cattle into the creek, and taking to the brush and going up the creek,
and taking to the brush and going up the creek, notified Mr. Humphry and Mr.
Bridle and family, and lay out in the bushes with them until after dark.
Mr. Laning, after being outraged, and seeing her sons
killed and her house burned, made her way several miles along the creek in the
darkness to Keefer’s Ranch, arriving there about midnight in a terrible plight.
Nearly all the settlers along the Rappa have taken refuse in Oberlin and the
little town is exerting itself to the utmost to care for them. They have
literally nothing left in the way of teams, clothing, or provisions. Their
crops are all gone and their cabins destroyed. Almost every family had some
killed or wounded, or escaped only with the loss of all their little property.
There was not enough left in all the little settlements to get a coffin for one
of the dead men, and lumber for the purpose was contributed by the good people
of Oberlin.
All reports today concur in saying that the troops have
finally overpowered the Indians, and scattered them in all directions and it is
safe to conjecture that the worst is over and nothing serious is further to be
apprehended.
Irwin, James Irwin
The Spirit of Democracy,
JAMES IRWIN, Ex-Treasurer of
Jackson, Henry Jackson
Martin, Henry Martin
The Spirit of Democracy,
THEIR BODIES WERE HANGING THERE
The evidence seemed to
warrant murder in the first degree, and Judge Goaling so stated in his sentence
of penitentiary for life, which he passed upon the murder ere yesterday.
About two o’clock this
morning a crowd assembled at the jail, broke in the door, overpowered the
jailer, seized Martin and Jackson and taking them a half mile south of the
court house hung them to a tree, where their bodies were found this morning.—
Givens was taken to the
penitentiary this morning by a strong guard.
Jones, Sarah Jones nee Wilkinson
Died
-- After a painful and lingering illness of seventeen month, Mrs. Sarah Jones,
in her 46th year.
She
leaves a husband and nine children to mourn her loss. She was a member of the
But
alas! Dear mother,
Thou
art gone, thou art gone, dear mother;
Thou
hast bereft us, dear mother;
From
Gods abode we would not call thee,
But
leave thee there, happy to be
In
Eternity,
Dear
mother,
Thou
art gone from this transient abode
To
the permanent home of the soul,
Forever
to drink from the crystal stream;
We
leave thee there to be,
In
Eternity
Dear
mother.
Will
we meet thee, meet thee. Dear mother?
Father,
daughter, sister, brother
Jones, Sarah Jones
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—After a painful and lingering illness of seventeen
months, Mrs. Sarah Jones, in her 46th year.
She leaves a husband and nine children to mourn her loss.
She was a member of the
Thou art gone, thou art gone, dear mother;
Thou hast bereft us, dear mother;
From God’s abode we would not call thee,
But leave thee there, happy to be,
In Eternity
Dear Mother.
.
Thou art gone from this transient abode
To the permanent home of the soul,
Forever to drink from that crystal stream;
We leave thee there, happy to be,
In Eternity
Dear
Mother.
.
Will
we meet thee, meet thee, dear mother?
Father,
daughter, sister, brother
Yes,
we’ll meet thee, meet thee, dear mother,
Where
death will never more sever,
In
Eternity,
Dear
Mother . M.
G.
Jones, Silas C. Jones
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—Silas C. Jones, of Consumption,
Deceased was born and raised in
He leaves a wife and a wife
circle of friends to mourn his loss.
Blessed Jesus, thou hast called him,
To join the angels around God’s throne,
There to sing and shout hoseanna
To God the Father and the Lamb.
.
Dearest husband, thou hast left me,
In this cold and friendless world
None to love, none to caress me,
None my sorrows to unfold.
.
Farewell, loved one; God doth need thee;
Now thy pilgrim is o`er;
He hath need of thee up yonder,
Over on the other shore.
SPRAGUE, O. MARCH 26, 1878
Katchum, Mr. Katchum
Mitchell, Mr. Mitchell
Hurlson, Mrs. Hurlson
The Spirit of Democracy,
CHICAGO, December 12—A dispatch from Omaha says: Two men, named
Katchum and Mitchell, accused of sealing stock, and who recently killed a
herder named Stephens who was trying to arrest them, were on Tuesday night
taken from the sheriff of Custer county and his posse by a mob of armed men who
tied them to a tree and burned them both to death. The mob was composed of
twenty-five men, nearly all herders, and were masked.
The murdered bodies of Mrs.
Hurlson and three children were found yesterday in a hay stack on her farm,
fifteen miles south of
Keefer, Mamie Keefer
Lehman, G. Lehman
Marks, Moses Marks
Kurch, John Kurch
Biullis, E. Biullis
Morton, Rev. Father Morton
Compton, Dr. Compton
The Spirit of Democracy,
WANING PESTILENCE
Business
Being Gradually Resumed—The Death Rate
And Number
Of New Cases Rapidly Decreasing
Dr. Chappin, president of the Board of Health, says due
notice will be given by the board when absentees may safely return.
AT OTHER POINTS
BATON ROUGE—New cases 13; deaths 1.
O____KA—Two deaths; no new cases, several very low.
BAY
PASS CHRISTIAN—Three new cases and two deaths. Mercury this
morning 44, some frost.
HOLLY SPRINGS, October 23—Fourteen new cases and one death.
Dr. Compton died this morning. Frost
last night.
Kehoe, Jack Kehoe
The Spirit of Democracy,
CHIEF OF THE MOLLIES
Execution of Jack Kehoe at
Kehoe retired to bed at
When the undertaker arrived
at
The body was removed to
Shenandoah by a special train and will be waked two nights. On Friday morning
the remains will be taken to Tanaqua and buried.—
The crime for which Kehoe was hanged today, was the murder
of Langdon at Audinried,
Kennon, E. E. Kennon
The Spirit of Democracy,
ST. CLAIRSVILLE, O., June 18—E. E. Kennon, Esq., died on
Monday morning at the residence of his father, Judge Wm. Kennon, in this place.
Mr. Kennon was an attorney of far more more than ordinary
ability, a general favorite with our people, and his death is sincerely
regretted.
He was 48 years of age. He leaves but one child, a daughter
of M. C. Mitchell, of Martins Ferry.
Mr. Kennon’s wife has been dead a number of years.
The funeral this afternoon was largely attended.
The cause of Mr. Kennon’s death was pneumonia.
Kennon, James N. Kennon
The Spirit of Democracy,
James N. Kennon, son of Newell Kennon, of
Deceased was a man of fine intellect, but very erratic and
addicted to opium eating. Several years since he killed a man named Sipe, the
proprietor of a hotel in
Kennon, Mrs. Alexander Kennon
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. Alexander Kennon died of apoplexy at her home near
Barnesville, a few days since.
Kidd, Richard Kidd
The Spirit of Democracy,
Richard Kidd, was killed at Quincy,
Kimball, Polly Kimball nee Huffman
The Spirit of Democracy,
Aunt Polly Kimball, as she was familiarly known, died of
paralysis at her residence near
She was born in
Kindleberger,
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On the 4th inst., Mrs. Magdalena
Kindleberger, wife of Christian Kindleberger, of
King, Christina King
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On
Mrs. King was a consistent
member of the Christian Church for a period of 40 years.
King, Elizabeth King
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. Elizabeth King, widow of Andrew King, deceased, died
on last Sunday morning at her residence on
The death of her husband was
announced in last week’s paper. The death of husband and wife occurred but one
week and twelve hours apart. Mrs. King was in her 76th year of her
age.
[
King, George King
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—GEORGE, son of John and Isabel King,
Georgie, thou hast gone before us,
God would not permit thy stay,
When the film of God creeps o`er us,
Meet us, darling, on the way.
.
Little mound of earth then cover,
Childhood innocence and love,
And holy angels hear them o`er
Death’s dark stream to bliss above. D. S. W.
Kinney, Henry Kinney
The Spirit of Democracy,
Henry Kinney, one of the
oldest and most respected citizens of
His remains were interred at
Leitrim, Earl of Leitrim
Mechan, Mr. Mechan
The Spirit of Democracy,
LORD LEITRIM’S MURDER
DETAILS OF THE TERRIBLE DEED
The Murdered man’s Eccentric
Carreer—His Insult To The Earl Of Carlisle
(
News has reached Londonderry that Lord Leitrim and two
attendants were shot “dead.” this morning, while near
Early information from a reliable source enabled me this
forenoon to wire the primary facts of this terrible occurrence—viz, the murder
of Earl Leitrim. By a great effort I succeeded in reaching the scene of the
outrage this evening and learned the exact facts, which are shortly as follows:
The Earl of Leitrim this morning, about half-past
THE EARL’S ECCENTRIC LIFE
(From The
Dublin Freeman’s Journal, April)
In early life the Earl of Leitrim sat in Parliament as Lord
Clement for the county of Leitrim, and was then “a whig and something more.” In
days when a man in his position—an heir to the peerage and a colonel in the army—was
either a true blue conservative or a whig in the mildest and most colorless
type, Lord Clement made himself famous by his fierce and persistent opposition
to coercive laws for Ireland, exhausted all the arts of obstruction in opposing
the Arms act, and, it is said, appeared in the House in full uniform, and
declared that, much as he valued his sword, he would break it sooner than
submit to the degredation of having it branded with the government brand. In 1854 as we have already said, the
late Earl succeeded to his father’s title and very large estates in the
counties of
It was at the time hoped and
believed that he and his tenants would agree well, and his accession was
received with general delight. It would be an affectition to pretend ignorance
of a fact known to all
A FOE
TO “
Lord Leitrim, in his accession to the title, found on his
northern estate the
WARFARE IN THE COURTS
The great battle between the Earl seeking to destroy and
his tenants seeking to preserve their tenant right has for seven long years
been waged with desperate perseverance in the law courts. The books swarm with
the reported land cases in which Lord Leitrim and his tenants were the
litigants:
FREIL vs LORD LEITRIM;
GALLAGHER vs LORD LEITRIM; MAILIN vs LORD LEITRIM; STEPHENSON vs Lord LEITRIM;
DOOLIN vs LORD LEITRIM—these are all great cases settling important points.
The Earl of Leitrim did not
do his litigation vicariously. He appeared in the witness box; he gave his
evidence; he fought the battle himself; he rode the legal whirlwind and guided
the forensic storm. Long and fierce those battles were, commencing before the
chairman, fought out again before the Judge of Assize, carried then to the
Court of Land Cases Reserved, and in one or two cases actually reaching the
supreme tribunal of the House of Lords. It was not that Lord Leitrim was a bad man.
Many of those who knew and served him, loved him well. But he had been bitten
by two deadly tarantulas—an unswerving belief in the rights of property and a
passion for litigation. In Parliament the extraordinary speeches of the noble
Earl were more than once repressed by the headers of his own party, while out
of Parliament such escapades as refusing the Earl of Carlisle “fire and water”
attracted at times merriment and at times indignation. In a word, a career
which might have been a useful one was wasted, fruitless and unhappy, bringing
profit to no one save the lawyers, who have lost in Lord Leitrim the stoutest
and most frequent litigant in all Ireland.
The memory of the errors of
that career will, however, now be in a degree overshadowed in the general
horror at the crime which closed it, a crime at which we must again express our
profound and heartfelt horror.
THE
It will be remembered that on
KING: I will be obliged to you
to fill the hotel with my tenants fortwith. Let every room be occupied
immediately and continue to be occupied, and when so occupied you will refuse
admittance to Lord Carlisle and his party. If there should be the slightest
difficulty as to filling the hotel and the occupation of the rooms, my desire
is that you will fill each room with the workmen, but you must not admit Lord
Carlisle, and consequently the rooms should be filled previous to his coming
there. Any orders you may have received notwithstanding. I rely on your
observing my wishes in the letter. LEITRIM
P.M. I will pay for the
tenants using the rooms.
Lord Leitrim was after the occurrences
removed from the commission of the peace for the counties of
Leuthy, Albert Leuthy
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—Of Typhoid Fever, on the 30th day of
January, 1878, at the residence of McJeffers in Sunsbury township; near
Beallsville, ALBERT LEUTHY, aged 18 years, 11 months and 13 days.
Deceased leaves a large circle of warm friends to mourn his
loss. His whole life seems to have been devoted to the cause of religion. He
came to a true conviction while he was very young that there was an overruling
He was confined to his bed
but a few days, most of which time he spent in religious conversation and
worship. During the latter part of his sickness his disease preyed on the vital
parts of his system so as to cause his mind to wander, and his reason had left
him a short time before he departed this life.
Yet still we rest assured
that he died in the full hope of meeting Him who once said, “Seek and ye shall
find, knock and it shall be opened unto you,” knowing that we are as the blades
of grass, or the flowers of the valley, that spring up and bloom for a while,
then pass away from this cold world of ours, and bloom no more here in our
midst. With a full knowledge that we are born unto death; trusting that our loss
is his eternal gain, we console ourselves with the hope that we may meet our
friends where parting is no more, when we are called away from the stage of
life here below.
Blest is the man who dies in peace,
And gently yields his soul to rest,
Who gains from earth the kind release
Leaning upon his Savior’s breast.
.
So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o`er,
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore. L.
RESSEGGER
Loring, Thomas F. Loring
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—At his residence in
The deceased was born at
His remains were interred in the cemetery near Clarington
on Sunday the 19th inst., and were followed to the grave by his
relatives and a large number of friends.
He leaves an aged wife, four grandchildren and a wide
circle of friends to mourn his loss.
Louther, Mrs. Geo. Louther
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. Louther, wife on Geo. Louther, of Woodsfield, died on
the 2d. inst.
Lupton, Maggie Lupton
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—In Woodsfield,
Maggie bore her long years of suffering with meakness and
fortitude, and welcomed the messenger who took her to her Savior. Her mild,
gentle and forgiving spirit is now in a world congenial with it, and where it
is forever freed from the pains and ills which so long afflicted it here.
Martin, Absolem Martin
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Tuesday, the 18th inst., of black jaundice, Absolem Martin, of Lee
township, aged 73 years, 9 months and 18 days.
Mr. M. was one of the oldest residents of this county
having resided here for over 40 years.
He was a consistent member of the M. E, Church for 50
years.
Martin, James Martin
The Spirit of Democracy,
During a thunder shower last Monday, a young man named
James Martin, a son of Dudley Martin’s of
The same bolt killed one of
the horses of the team he was driving.—Caldwell Press 22nd inst.
Martin, Young Child Martin
The Spirit of Democracy,
A little child of Milton Martin, aged three weeks, in
Center township, was left in bed last Sunday morning, by the mother, alive and
well.
Upon her return to the bed a short time afterwards the
child was found dead.
Matz,
Michael Matz
Source--Monroe County Death Records
Born: December 21, 1877,
McBride, Mary A. McBride
The Spirit of Democracy,
Miss Mary A. McBride, aged 17 years, of
McCammon, James McCammon
The Spirit of Democracy,
James McCammon, who formerly lived near Woodsfield, died in
Green township, on Monday, the 5th inst.
McCook, George McCook
The Spirit of Democracy,
General George W. McCook, of
McFarland, Effie May McFarland 2nd obit
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—Of diphtheria,
She was a lovely little girl, filling her home with joy and
sunshine. Now there is a void never to be filled, one that reaches beyond the
parental roof, a vacant seat in the school room, an absent one at roll call.
She had answered the call of her Savior, who had said: “Suffer little children
to come unto me and forbid them not, for of such is the
Although loved dearly by her parents, sisters, teacher and
friends, she bade all farewell to go to Him.
Dearest Effie, how we loved thee,
Loved that little form of thine;
Loved to hear thy merry prattle,
Loved that joyous laugh of thine,
Farewell Effie, till we meet thee,
In those realms of heavenly golden harpstrings
For the angel that we miss.
.
Then weep no more for Effie,
From sorrowing abstain;
The cause of your affliction
Is her eternal gain.
Oh, weep no more for Effie,
Her sufferings now are o`er;
She is free from storms and trials,
Her bark has reached the shore. E. F. G.
McFarland, Effie May McFarland
The Spirit of Democracy,
EFFIE MAY, youngest daughter of George McFarland, of
McGrew, Mrs. Archibald McGrew
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. McGrew, wife of Archibald McGrew, formerly of Cameron,
this county, died at Captina,
McKelvey, Mattie J. McKelvey 3rd obit
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—Of diphtheria,
Mattie was kind and affectionate and beloved by all who
knew her. Alas, there is a void in that family circle, and we know they mourn
and feel sad when they think of her who was so lovely in life. But before her
spirit winged its early flight, she bade them all good-by to go to her God in
whose house are many mansions and she has obtained the crown which is
incorruptible, defiled, and that fadeth not away eternal in the heavens.
MATTIE, was a friend to all indeed
Who tried to comfort when in need;
She a consolation seemed to share
In trials that any were called to bear.
.
But we shall see Mattie here no more,
Suffering on the earthly shore;
Her voice is hushed, her spirit fled,
Her body numbered with the dead.
.
A sweet serene upon Mattie’s face I did behold,
Although her body now in death was cold.
Which caused me to raise my thought above,
When her spirit fled through a Saviors love.
.
Mattie, now from death, sin and sorrow is free
To dwell forevermore, O. Lord with Thee;
To sing, salvation’s story in concert with that
blood-washed throng,
Glory and praise forever more to whom it doth
belong.
H.
SAWYERS
McKelvey, Mattie McKelvey 2nd obit
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—Near
The deceased was a child beloved by all who knew her, and
was brought up in the faith of the Presbyterian Church, a regular attendant of
Sabbath School, and a few hours before she died said that she had recited all
the shorter catechism and three hundred verses of Scripture at Sabbath School.
During her last sickness, which lasted thirteen days she
bore it with patience and Christian resignation, and died in full hopes of
being with her blessed Redeemer forevermore.
From adverse blasts and lowering storms
Her favored
soul He bore,
And with yon bright angelic forms
She lives
to die no more.
.
Why should I vex my heart or fast?
No more
she’ll visit me;
My soul will mount to her at last,
And there
my child I’ll see. M. J. M.
McKelvey, Mattie McKelvey
The Spirit of Democracy,
A daughter of David McKelvey, of Green township, aged about
16 years, died of diphtheria, on the 2d inst. [The child’s name was Mattie]
McMahon, Thomas McMahon
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—
The deceased had been for thirty-three years a faithful,
consistent and efficient member of the
Thirty-six years he served in the office of Justice of the
Peace. He retained full possession of his mental faculties with his eye fixed
upon the mark and his heart upon the prize. He bore his cross to meet the
crown.
What if the saint must die
And lodge among the tombs!
He need not mourn, he shall return
Rejoicing as he comes.
.
Though death shall hold him down
With bands and mighty bars,
He need not fear, he shall appear
And sing among the stars. W.
W. L.
Meek, George W. Meek
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mr. George W. Meek, formerly a resident of this county, was
so seriously injured by a train at the depot, at Bellaire one day last week,
that death ensued in a few days.
The deceased was the son of Mr. Henry Meek, of Sunsbury
township.
The remains were brought to his father’s on the evening of
the 1st inst.
A wife and five children mourn his loss.
Menges, Andrew Menges
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mr. Andrew Menges, a resident of Green township, died on
Sunday, the 14th inst., aged 39 years.
Burgeaser, John Burgeaser
Graham, Mr. Graham
Simpson, Mr. Simpson
The Spirit of Democracy,
MASSACRED IN RED CANON
Attacked by Sioux Jim On
Easter Sunday Morning
Running A Gauntlet of Fire,
Ready To Fight the Redskins Once More
BLACK Hills, Oct. 22—Our discussion of mining locations,
prospecting parties, and other subjects kindred to a mining centre has been
suddenly changed by the return to the frontier of William G. Felton, better
known as “California Bill,” whose reputation as a scout is widespread on the
plains. His return brings to mind the Indian massacre of
They were attacked by Indians in Red Canon two days afterward,
and all the above were killed outright, or received wounds that soon resulted
in death. California Bill received a number of wounds, but escaped. These
wounds, however, have made an invalid of him. Though, as yet not really
recovered, he has returned to the frontier, full of fight. He has related the
story of the massacre, particulars of which have not before been published.
“I started from
After several volleys, sending a shower of bullets over our
heads and into the wagon, but doing no further damage the Indians disappeared
behind a neighboring hill, and thinking they were running after their ponies to
cut us off, we mounted the wagon and again started to run the gauntlet. We had
gained only a few rods, however, before the red fiends as suddenly appeared on
an adjoining ridge, and gave us another unexpected volley, plugging me through
the fleshy part of the calf of my right leg, and again through my shoulder. For
a moment is seemed as though I was perfectly riddled with bullets, but I leaped
to the ground just as another volley came, one of the bullets striking Burgeaser
in the thigh, knocking him into the wagon box. Keeping close to the front wheel
furthest from the Indians, I drove and ran alongside the wagon for half a mile
down the canon, when in crossing a small stream the axle broke, and the wagon
was left in the mud. There we were, all severely wounded, the Indians close
upon us, and we unable to move. There was no time for thought, and though
rapidly losing courage and strength from many wounds, I quickly unhitched the
two lead mules, managed to get Burgeaser on one, and while Graham, who did not
then appear to be severely wounded ran on down the canon, I mounted the other
and sent them forward as fast as possible. After riding about a mile and a half
we met a party of six enroute to Custer, and they took us to the Cheyenne River
Stage Station, where Burgeaser and Graham died on the following morning.
“The mutilated bodies of
“After lying more dead than alive, for eight weeks at
Cheyenne River,” continued the scout,” a few soldiers of Capt. Egan’s Company
took me to Fort Laramie Hospital. Four months afterward I was sufficiently
recovered to return to my home in
Miller, Young man Miller
The Spirit of Democracy,
The family of Mr. August Miller, of
A boy, 10 years of age died within 12 hours after eating
the fruit.
Four other members of the
family are recovering very slowly. Mrs. Miller’s eyes are swelled shut and it
is doubtful whether she will ever be able to see again.
Montgomery, Otto Montgomery
The Spirit of Democracy,
While the son stood at the father’s bedside the former
fainted from exhaustion, dropping a kerosene lamp held in his hand, which exploded
setting fire to the bed.
The father was burned to a crisp in bed; the son revived
and rushed into the street where his burning clothes were extinguished after he
had received several injuries.
Moore, John Moore
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mr. John Moore, of
Morris, Lillian Morris
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On the morning of the 8th inst., LILLIAN,
daughter of W. T. and Helen V. Morris, aged 3 years, 7 months and 18 days.
Morris,
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Sunday, the 21st inst.,
“I take these little lambs, said he,
And lay
them in my breast;
Protection
they shall find in me,
In me be
ever blest.”
Morris, William Morris, Sr.
The Spirit of Democracy,
William Morris, Sr., a resident of this township, Center,
died on Monday, the 8th inst., aged 69 years.
Morrissey, John Morrissey
The Spirit of Democracy,
John Morrissey, Ex-Congressman and State Senator, died at
Moseman, Christian Moseman
The Spirit of Democracy,
Christian Moseman, aged 75 years, 5 months, and 15 days, of
Lee township, died on the 18th inst., and was buried in the Zion
Church Cemetery, Ohio township, on the 20th inst.
Mullen, Michael Mullen
The Spirit of Democracy,
A TERRIBLE ACCIDENT
One Boy Kills Another With A Load From A Double-Barrel Gun
Yesterday, about
Two boys named respectfully Michael Mullen and Frank Blinco,
were together at the house of Mrs. Tracy, a married sister of Mullens.
Young Mullen was in the room rocking the cradle, which
contained an infant child of Mrs. Tracy, not over two or three weeks old.
Blinco went to the kitchen where Mr. Tracy was engaged in household duties and
picking up a shot-gun, which stood in the corner, asked her if it was loaded.
She replied she did not know. He started into the room with it, and in a
moment, she heard the report of a gun, and to her horror saw her brother writhing
in the pangs of a terrible death. The muzzle of the gun had been placed so
close to Michael’s head that the left side was burned with the powder. Both
eyes were blown out and the head literally torn to pieces.
Dr. Capehart and other physicians were immediately summoned
but of coarse nothing could be done for the sufferer, until death would release
him.
The murdered boy was but a child, between eleven and twelve
years old, while the murderer was not more than a year older. Blinco has the
reputation of being a wreckless little wretch with a passion for fire arms.
Murphy, Ella L. Murphy
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. Ella L. Murphy died at the residence of her
brother-in-law, Hon. L. Danford, on Monday morning. Her disease was paralysis,
with which she suffered for several months prior to her death.
Mrs. Murphy was 27 years of age.
She leaves one child, a little boy of about four years.
(
Muth, Mrs. Henry Muth
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On May 17th, from a stroke of palsey, MRS.
MUTH, wife of Henry Muth of
Myers, William Myers
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On December 5th in Polk county,
Mr. Myers served one term as Treasurer of this (
During the war he was a Captain in the 116th O.
V. I.
Carroll, Eleanor Carroll
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. Eleanor Carroll died of consumption on Monday, at her
residence on
The deceased had for many years been a resident of this
city, and was much esteemed by all who knew her.
Bellaire Independent 12th inst.
Neff, Polly Neff
The Spirit of Democracy,
Miss Polly Neff, a maiden lady, aged 62 years, died on
Monday at the residence of her brother, Jacob Neff, in the High Ridge
neighborhood, southeast of this place. Her disease was cancer of the stomach.
Funeral on Wednesday. Interment in the
Neuhart, Arthur Neuhart
The Spirit of Democracy,
ARTHUR NEUHART, son of Christian Neuhart, who resides two
miles East of this place, died of typhoid fever.
Nichols, Young child Nichols
The Spirit of Democracy,
Nixon, Joseph Nixon
The Spirit of Democracy,
DEATH OF A CENTENARIAN
A correspondent informs us that Joseph Nixon, the oldest man in
Paith, Adam Paith
The Spirit of Democracy,
Adam Paith, aged 87 years, died at the residence of Sheriff
Read, in Woodsfield, on the morning of the 23d inst.
Parkman, George Parkman
Webster, John W. Webster
The Spirit of Democracy,
A FAMOUS MURDER CASE
Recollections Of The Crime Of
Dr. Webster—
How Dr. Parkman’s Murderer
Was Discovered—
The Eagle printed last Sunday a very interesting article on
mercenary murders, which brings to mind very forcible a murder that was
committed in this city nearly twenty-nine years ago. Except the murder of the
child, Mabel Young, in the
The disappearance of Dr. Parkman was the talk of the town,
and his family issued posters containing a full description of his person,
together with a large reward— $3,000, if my memory serves me—for his return if
alive, or for his body if dead. As soon as Webster learned that Parkman had an
appointment with some one on the day of his disappearance, he called on Mrs.
Parkman, offered his condolence, and said he was the one with whom the doctor
had an engagement on the unfortunate day. He said he had paid the doctor $470,
who on receiving the money, had run out of the College, seeming to be in great
haste. Search was made in the vicinity of the College in many of the tenement
houses owned by Mr. Parkman, who, it was feared, had been murdered for the
money he might have had while collecting rents. The reward was a large one, or
so considered in those days, and great efforts were made to gain it. The earth
in the cellar, of all Dr. Parkman’s houses was dug up, and the
The crime was traced to Webster in this way: Dr. Parkman
had been seen the last time alive in the
One evening after Dr. Webster went to his home in
Dr. Webster was arrested in a very neat way. Two officers
in a hack went to his house at about
He had a fine family,
consisting of a wife and several grown daughters. At the time of her father’s
arrest one of the young ladies was about to be married. The family during the
whole period of the trouble visited the prison, but refrained from reading the
newspapers, and did not know the date of the execution. The day preceding the
one which Webster knew was to be his last on earth he bid his family good-by as
usual, without indicating to the members of it that he should never see them
again. In this case the barbarous law punished the innocent more than the
guilty, for shortly after the execution Mrs. Webster and her daughters left the
country, and some years later died broken-hearted. Dr. Webster had strong men
working for his pardon, but failing to obtain Executive clemency, he made a
full confession of the crime, which course of action established his guilt
beyond questions, and decided the Governor to allow the law to do its full
mischief. Such is the record of the most remarkable mercenary murder ever
recorded in
The old College building, the scene of the murder, is now
to be demolished, as $150,000 have been raised for a new structure. The school
was commenced in 1871 by Dr. John Warren, and it is connected with many names
of note.
Patterson, Susannah Patterson
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. Susannah Patterson, died on Wednesday night, last
week, at her residence on the National Road about four miles this side of
Bridgeport.
Deceased was about 80 years of age, while her husband, who
survives her, is in the 100th year. Mrs. Patterson was the mother of
Andrew Patterson, of this vicinity.
Pearce, John Pearce
The Spirit of Democracy,
John Pearce, of Bever township, Noble county, a boy of 16
years, was instantly killed by a falling tree on Thursday, the 17th
last.
Piatt, Benjamin Piatt
The Spirit of Democracy,
Benjamin Piatt, of
Pittman, Jane Pittman
The Spirit of Democracy,
The body of Mrs. Jane Pittman, who died in
Pope Pius
The Spirit of Democracy,
THE POPE IS DEAD
ROME-Feb. 7—The Pope died at
Pope Pius was in his 86th year, and had long been
a great sufferer from disease. Although an invalid, confined to his room and
much of the time to his bed, his mind remained clear and vigorous. Up to the
last he exhibited his wonderful energy and indomitable will. He was much
believed by his people throughout the world, and will be sincerely mourned by
all faithful Catholics.
Pope IX, Pope, (Givvana Maria Mastai Ferretti) was born, of
a noble family at Sinigaglia, near
LONDON-Feb. 8—A special from
The immediate:
CAUSE OF HIS DEATH
was the closing of the wound
which made the tumors mount into the lungs and brain. Cardinal Manning and
Howard and many others, were present at the death.
Prescott, Oscar F. Prescott
The Spirit of Democracy,
The deceased was a brother of Sylvester Prescott who
resided in Woodsfield for some time about 1830 with his aunt, Mrs. Sally
Morrell and learned the printing trade.
He afterwards went to his parents at
JACOB
MORRELL
Price, Margaret Price
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Saturday, the 20th inst., in Green
township, MARGARET PRICE, aged 80 years.
Putnam, Young Daughter Putnam
The Spirit of Democracy,
A little daughter, aged six months of Mr. C. E. Putnam and wife,
of this city, died Saturday night and was buried on Monday. It only weighed one
pound and a half when it was born and only three pounds at death. It was 16
inches long and at no time did it weigh over four pounds.
Queen Mercedes
The Spirit of Democracy,
Queen Mercedes, of
The Spirit of Democracy,
THE DEATH OF GEN. RENO
A Remarkable Story—
By A Member Of Col. R. B.
Hayes’s Regiment
SPECIAL
DISPATCH TO THE NEW YORK TIMES
“ The night before the memorable battle of
Reynolds, John Reynolds 2nd obit
The Spirit of Democracy,
John Reynolds, Esq., of
Reynolds, John Reynolds
The Spirit of Democracy,
DEATH OF DR. REYNOLDS—Dr. John Reynolds, a former well
known citizen of this State, died on Saturday morning last, at his residence in
Monroe County, Ohio, just opposite Fish Creek.
Dr. Reynolds formerly lived in
His disease was consumption from which he had been a sufferer
for a long time, although only confined to his room during the past five or six
months.
The funeral services will be held this morning and the
remains will be in the cemetery at Sunfish.—
Wheeling Intelligencer, 23d inst.
Rice, Louis Rice
The Spirit of Democracy,
Louis Rice, of Jacobsburg, this county, died of Consumption
on January 25th.
Robbins, Annie Robbins
Atkinson, Mrs. M. J. Atkinson
The Spirit of Democracy,
THE FEVERS FEAST
Signs
of the Disease but the End Not Yet
The Disease Spreading to an Alarming Extent in the Country
Reports from
The following will be published tomorrow: The St. Andrew’s
Society of Memphis has lost its President and Secretary. Their Treasurer, W. W.
Young is sick with the fever. Mr. Wm. Finni is acting President, and calls upon
sister societies to send relief for their distressed countrymen.
Dr. Chas. Basherville, of
Fifty deaths from yellow fever were reported to the Board
of Health by undertakers for the past 24 hours, ending at
Jacon Kohnberg, actong President of the Hebrew Hospital
Association, and an active member of the Howards, was taken down today at
Rosecrans, Sylvester Horton Rosecrans
The Spirit of Democracy,
SUDDEN DEATH OF BISHOP ROSECRANS
Bishop Rosecrans has been Bishop of the Columbus Diocese
since
Roth, John W. Roth
The Spirit of Democracy,
John W. Roth, a resident of
Roth, Nicholas Roth
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On
Mr. Roth came from
Rucker, Sarah A. Rucker
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—Of Consumption, at the residence of her mother, in
Summerfield,
Sister Rucker has had much trouble in her short life.
During the late war her husband volunteered and went into the service (they
then lived in
She had a small property in
Her parents lived in this
county near
She was a member of the M. E.
Church, and during her last weeks religion was her constant theme; her Bible
was her constant companion, and for many days she said that Jesus was with her
every moment and on Monday morning, December 9, 1878, she called her mother to
her and said, “I am almost gone,” and with a smile fell asleep in Jesus.
Mother, weep no more for
Sarah. From sorrowing abstain. The cause of your affliction is her eternal
gain.
O, weep no more for Sarah,
Her
sufferings now are o`er;
She is free from storms and trials,
Her bark has
reached the shore. J.
MASSIE
Russell, John Russell
The Spirit of Democracy,
Lord John Russell of
The Spirit of Democracy,
Edward Salisbury, aged 76 years, one of our most estimable
citizens died on Saturday, the 26th inst.
The funeral services took place on Sunday. Rev. Rider
conducted the services at the M. E. Church.
Scales, Clara R. Scales
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—At her home in Beallsville, this county, on the 12th
inst., CLARA R., aged 12 years and 3 months, daughter of A. M. Scales, formerly
a resident of Woodsfield.
Scott, Young Man Scott
The Spirit of Democracy,
A young man named Scott, aged nineteen, was drowned at Matamoras
last Monday.
He was on a large slab in the river and becoming frightened
at a towboat passing, leaped into the water and started to swim to the shore,
but sank and was drowned before he could reach the land.
On Saturday, a lad of twelve years fell into the river and
drowned a short distance above Matamoras.
His parents lived near where he came to his death.—
Seabaugh, Catharine Seabaugh
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On the 4th inst., of consumption, in
Shankland, Robert M. Shankland
The Spirit of Democracy,
FATAL SHOOTING ACCIDENT
On the afternoon of the 18th inst. ROBERT M.
SHANKLAND, son of Isaac Shankland, of
J. M. Wooder, being sworn, said: “______ and the deceased
sat down by a tree on the
W. I Bower, W. F. Wire and P. B. Hannah were among the
first to arrive on the spot where the accident occurred. They state that the
deceased lived about fifteen minutes after their arrival.
The surgeon, Dr. Wm. G. Martin, testified that he found the
carotid artery severed by a gunshot.
The verdict of the jury was that the death was caused by a
gunshot wound under the right jaw, which severed the carotid artery, and that
the shooting was done accidentally, by him-self.
How the event occurred is a matter of conjecture. Mr. Wire
thinks, after inspecting the ground that while he was looking up in the tree
the hammer of the gun caught on a root, and on slipping off discharged the gun.
The deceased was about seventeen years of age.
Shannon, Patrick Shannon
The Spirit of Democracy,
HORRIBLE ACCIDENTS
A Man
Caught on a Shaft and Torn to Shreds
Shotwell, Thomas Shotwell
Simmons, Thomas Simmons
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mr. Thomas Shotwell, aged 82 years, died at Somerton on the
20th ult.
Mr. Thomas Simmons, of the same place, aged 66 years, died
on the 22d. ult.
Shuman, Jacob Shuman
The Spirit of Democracy,
Jacob Shuman, who had resided near
He was a faithful and honored member of the Masonic
fraternity since the year 1820, and was buried with the honors of that
fraternity on his own farm in the family cemetery. Mr. Shuman, during his long,
useful life sustained in the highest sense of the term the character of an
honest man.
He died full of years and his memory is a crowning glory.
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Shuman, Jacob Shuman
2nd obit
The Spirit of Democracy,
TRIBUTE OF RESPECT
At a regular meeting of Central Lodge No. 279 F. & A.M.
held in their Lodge Room in Calais, Monroe County, Ohio, on Tuesday, March 12th
A. D., 1878, the following preamble and resolutions were unanimously adopted.
WHEREAS, It has pleased the great Ruler of the Universe to
call from our midst, our dear and much respected brother, JACOB SHUMAN, one of
the Charter Members of this Lodge, who was made a Mason in the year of our Lord
1823 in Westmoreland County, Pa. who after a protracted illness departed this
life on the morning of the 25th day of January A. D., 1878, in the
84th year of his age.
WHEREAS, Remembering that the deceased was dear to us on
account of his many virtues, therefore be it
RESOLVED, That in the death of Brother Shuman this Lodge
has lost a kind hearted, intelligent and worthy member, and his afflicted wife
and family, an affectionate husband and father, and the township and county a
good citizen.
RESOLVED, That we heartily sympathize with his bereaved
family in this our deep distress and pray that he who doeth all things well,
may comfort his afflicted widow and fatherless children and lead them by his
almighty arm so to live that when their time on earth be ended, they may meet
him in that better country, where sickness and sorrow cannot come and the weary
are at rest.
RESOLVED, That we wear the usual badge of mourning for 60
days, and the Lodge Room be clothed with the same.
RESOLVED, That a copy of these resolutions be recorded on
the minutes, and a copy be furnished the widow of the deceased, and published
in the following papers, The Spirit of Democracy, of Woodsfield, Monroe county,
O., Barnesville Enterprise, Belmont county, and Citizens Press of Caldwell,
Noble county.
.
C. L. EBERLE C. L. KRONING J. N. DANFORD (committee)
Sidler, Mary Sidler
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. Mary Sidler, wife of Mr. William Sidler, of
Her remains were interred in the
Sindledecker, Ruth A. Sindledecker
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mrs. Ruth A. Sindledecker, of Sunsbury township, died on
September 28th; cause, cancer.
Smith, Alex Smith
The Spirit of Democracy,
Alex Smith, elected to Congress in
Smith, Isaac Smith
The Spirit of Democracy,
Isaac Smith, formerly a resident of Woodsfield and
Stafford, this county, died at his home in
Intelligence of his death reached here last Thursday
evening and Judge J. R. Morris, his brother-in-law, left immediately for
Smith, James R. Smith
The Spirit of Democracy,
James R. Smith, formerly a resident of Clarington, this
county, died of dropsy of the stomach, at his residence in Middleport, Meigs
county, on the 3d inst.
Snively, William Snivley
The Spirit of Democracy,
DEATH OF A NOTED CHARACTER
Last week, at his home, on the Little Muskingum, near the
small
He located on the Little
Muskingum over fifty years ago, and took up one hundred and sixty acres of
land, all of which, with the exception of a small potato patch, is uncleared,
and as wild as when he first located it.
A man of great mechanical
genius, he built a forge, and was noted among the honest class of people as a
splendid blacksmith and gun-maker. But his talents were not entirely devoted to
a legimate avocation, for he, in a very few years acquired a reputation as one
of the most skilled counterfeiters west of the mountains. He was too smart to
attempt the passage of his spurious money, but his location was known to every
counterfeiter and horse-thief in
He died at the age of eighty-five after an illness of but a
few days and what is the most harrowing to his relatives and has aroused the
curiosity of the community is that he went into eternity without revealing
where he hoarded his wealth was stored, the lowest estimate of which is
$100,000, and up as high as $160,000.
For many a year to come treasure hunters will
be found at the dead hours of night digging into the bowels of what, what once
his land, in the remote hope of securing and enjoying the counterfeiters misers
ill-gotten wealth.
Sole, Leroy Clifton Sole
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—
Leroy was a bright and lovely child, and being too sweet
and innocent for earth God in His goodness has taken him to adorn the
May God sustain us in our bereavement and help us so to
live that when life and its labors are o`er we may join our darling babe in
fairer climes above.
Alas! How very soon is gone
A darling child;
Into a new life born,
Pure, undebted;
And fond hearts almost break
Bearing their woe;
Hearts that will ache and ache and ache,
While lingering here below,
Unless some messenger of light
Their way of life shall cheer;
And clearly bring to mortal sight
The angel sphere.
.
The earth has one less tie that binds,
One great grief more;
In heaven a new star shines,
Unknown before,
Eternity has gained
What time has lost.
Then why should kindred hearts be
pained,
When Time’s last wave is crossed;
When one’s most fondly loved has found,
For all the years to come,
With all the blessings that surround.
A heavenly home! E.
S.
Stallman, John H. Stallman
The Spirit of Democracy,
The well known merchant tailor, JOHN H. STALLMAN, of
Stamp, William E. Stamp
The Spirit of Democracy,
WILLIAM E. STAMP, Ex-Auditor of
Stanley, Matilda Stanley
The Spirit of Democracy,
BURIAL OF GIPSY QUEEN
The Queen was a woman of great influence among
her race. She died in
Representatives of prominent Gipsy families from all parts
of the
Steed, Margaret J. Steed
The Spirit of Democracy,
MARGARET J. STEED, daughter of James Steed, of
Stephens, Cora
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—
The funeral services took place in the
The deceased was a bright and lovely child, beloved by all
who knew her, and shedding a golden sunshine in the home which heaven had
blessed with her angelic presence during the brief period of her earthy
existence.
Farewell, darling Cora, for a while,
Thou art gone to thy home in the skies,
Too lovely for earth, said the angel and smiled
As he bore her to
.
Farewell, thou art safe in thy home above,
Safe on thy Savior’s breast;
Safe in that world where all is love,
In that land of eternal rest.
.
Farewell, thou hast reached the golden strand,
Thou hast entered the city of light,
Thou hast joined the bright angelic band,
Arrayed in robes of white.
.
Farewell, the crown of life thou hast worn,
Thou hast tuned the harp of gold;
The palm of victory thou hast borne,
Thou hast tasted of joys untold.
.
Farewell, but thy bliss we may not share
Till life’s fleeting day is o`er.
Then we’ll hail thee again in that world so fair,
We’ll meet on the golden shore. E. J. G.
Stephens, George W. Stephens
The Spirit of Democracy,
George W., a son of John W. Stephens, of Barnesville,
committed suicide at
Steward, John Steward
The Spirit of Democracy,
John Steward, of the vicinity of Lewis Mills,
Shortly after going into the
water he was taken by a cramp and sank where the water was not over three feet
in depth. His body was recovered and interred at
Friends from Woodsfield attended the funeral.
Stitt, Alexander Stitt
The Spirit of Democracy,
Mr. Alexander Stitt, aged 71 years, residing near Glencoe,
Stuckey, William Adolph Stuckey
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—In the city of
The deceased was a bright and lovely child, beloved by all
who knew him, and shedding a golden sunshine in the home which Heaven had
blessed with his angelic presence during the brief period of his earthy
existence.
Farewell, darling, Willie, for a while;
Thou art gone to thy home in the skies.
“Too lovely for earth,” said the angel, and smiled
As he bore him to
.
Farewell, thou art safe in thy home above,
Safe on thy Saviors breast,
Safe in that world where all is love—
Is that land of eternal rest.
.
Farewell, thou hast reached the golden strand,
Thou hast entered the city of light,
Thou hast joined the bright angelic band,
Arrayed in robes of white.
.
Farewell, the crown of life thou hast worn,
Thou hast tuned the harp of gold;
The palm of victory thou hast borne,
Thou hast tasted of joys untold.
.
Farewell, but thy bliss we may not share
Till life’s fleeting day is o`er;
Then we’ll hail thee again in that world so fair,
We’ll meet on the golden shore.
How much of
love, how much of joy, we buried with our darling boy.
FREDERICK
MOSER
[Hannibal, O.
Sturgeon, Sidney Eveline Sturgeon
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—In Salem township,
Eveline was a bright and lovely child, and being too sweet
and innocent for earth, God in his goodness, has taken her to adorn the
Talbert, Violet C. Talbert
Talbert, Young Boy Talbert
The Spirit of Democracy,
AN AFFLICITED FAMILY—On last
Saturday, Mr. Israel Talbert of Burton, buried his oldest child, Miss Violet C.
aged 19, and on Sunday morning his oldest boy, aged 14, died with the same
disease—diptheria. Another child has been taken down.
Talbott,
The Spirit of Democracy,
Upton Talbott, a resident of
Taylor, Bayard Taylor
The Spirit of Democracy,
suddenly.
He had been out of bed, and was transacting business with
the officials of the American legation yesterday. His death was peaceful and
painless.
Taylor, James M. Taylor
The Spirit of Democracy,
James M. Taylor, of Sunsbury township, who was sent to the
Athens Asylum last Fall, died in that institution on the 21st last.
Taylor, Nimrod
The Spirit of Democracy,
Nimrod Taylor, of Ozark, this county, died of heart disease
on the 3d inst., aged 50 years.
He fell dead while out chopping wood.
Thomas, John Thomas
The Spirit of Democracy,
John Thomas, a resident of
Thompson, Infant Child Thompson
The Spirit of Democracy,
Insanity is the supposed cause.
The Spirit of Democracy,
Jeremiah Tracy, of
Source: The Spirit of Democracy Woodsfield
Died--February 11, 1878, at his residence near
Elder
.
While yet the harvest fields
are white,
And few the toiling reapers
stand,
Called from his labor just at
night,
We miss the mightiest of the land.
.
Oh,
thou of strong and gentle mind,
Thy
trembling voice is heard no more;
For
truth, for freedom, for mankind,
The
lesson of thy life is o'er.
.
But
thou in brightness far above
The
fairest dream of human thought,
Before
the seat of power and love,
Art
with the truth thou hast sought.
.
Unveil
thy bosom faithful tomb,
Take
this new tenement to thy trust,
And
give these sacred relics room
To
slumber in the silent dust.
.
No
pain nor grief, no anxious fear
Invades
thy bounds--no mortal woes
Can
reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While
angels watch his soft repose.
.
So
Jesus slept--God's dying Son
Passed
through the grave and blessed the bed;
Then
rest, aged man, till from His throne
The
morning breaks and pierce the shade.
E. M.
.
From
"Spirit of Democracy" (Rush is
misprinted as Bush)
Tullis, Jerry Tullis
The Spirit of Democracy,
Jerry Tullis, of
Twinem, Leonard Twinem
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—
Those parents have been bereft of one of their little ones,
whose days here on earth had been few; but what is earth compared with the
world to which his young spirit has winged its early flight. Christ has said,
“Suffer little children to come unto me, for of such is the
Little Lennie, sweetly sleeping,
Little loved one early blessed,
Free from pain and care and sorrow,
Oh, rejoice, for he’s at rest.
.
God takes thee, Lenny, desired one,
Within his loving arms;
And there in peace you’ll sweetly rest,
Secure from every harm. H. SAWYERS
Wallace, John Wallace
The Spirit of Democracy,
LYNCHING OF JOHN WALLACE
The Jail Broken And The
Condemned Man Hanged
Horrible Brutality Of A Mob
Dragged Nearly A Mile Over The Ground
Hanging, Dreadfully Mangled,
By The Roadside
WHEELING,
IN THE CONDEMNED CELL
When Wallace heard the uproar he began sobbing and praying,
and as the door of his room opened and the first of the lynchers made his
appearance, he sprang behind one of the guards and screamed;
“MY GOD! DON’T KILL ME! SAVE
ME!”
The mob laughed at his fears and after knocking the guard
down and trampling on him, they threw Wallace on his back and began to tie his
arms. Again he screamed in agony as great drops of perspiration rolled down his
face.
“DON’T MURDER ME! DON’T KILL ME! FOR GOD’S SAKE,
give me time to pray! I want
to see a minister.”
One of the men yelled, “You murderer,
After placing the rope firmly about his neck they dragged
him down stairs head foremost and out of the house onto the railroad track,
where he uttered the most horrible cries, cursing, praying and begging them to
let him go.
HORRIBLE BARBARITY
They paid no attention to him, but began running with him
as if he were a log or barrel. They took places, one behind the other, and
presently began to run. Wallace did not stop calling until he had been dragged
nearly a quarter of a mile. He vainly tried to regain his feet and stand up,
but whenever he did so, the mob would pull the rope suddenly and jerk him on
his back. After going nearly a mile below
FOUND HANGING
At
THE CORONER’S VERDICT
A coroner’s jury was at once summoned, and they returned a
verdict to the effect that he came to his death by hanging at the hands of
unknown persons.
WALLACE’S LETTER TO HIS WIFE
The following letter was found in his pocket written to his
wife:
.
MRS. MARY WALLACE:
From a Husband To His Wife
I will probably never see you again, I am a prisoner, and
expect to be hung for the murder of those who I confessed to have killed. Dear
Mary, I cannot tell the reason I did it, only through the hatred that I had
against George for the way he talked about you when we were staying at his
house, and what they said about you after we went back to your father’s. That
is what Mary Thomas said that they said about you. I am sorry to say that I was
persuaded by Henry Villars, more or less, and was drinking some. I was
committed to jail for further examination.
Dear wife, I would like to see you, but cannot see you
unless you get well and come to see me. Darling, if you can come, and see me,
come. Write me a line or two and send to me right away. If I live to get to
jail I will write to you and tell you all I hope to say. Write soon.
From your husband, John
Wallace
P. S.—I will trust in God to save my soul. Goodby,
dear wife; goodbye. Your once loved husband, and I hope, as you will never
forget me, let God be your comfort. God forbid that any shall do as I have
done.
The corpse is now awaiting burial—Hundreds of people have
looked at it and not one expressed any regret. When some women approached it
they seemed to act as though it was a dead snake or wild animal and were afraid
it would come to life.
TALK OF LYNCHING VILLARS
The dead Wallace accused Henry Villars of suggesting the
murder when he was on his trial and he repeated the same thing, just before he
was taken from his room by the mob. As Villars had had a quarrel with George
Wallace the story is beginning to be believed and there is strong talk of
Lynching Villars. Nothing has as yet been done toward arresting those who hung
Wallace, but some action will soon be taken by his father and by the officers
of the State.
LATER
The body of John Wallace has just arrived on its way to
West Alexander, Pa. Wallace’s father telegraphed for it this afternoon. The
poor old man, who is greatly beloved by his neighbors, is almost insane with
grief.
George Wallace came here on his way to jail, where he will
be held as an accessory to the murder.
Walton, Nehman D. Walton
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—At Clarington, the 29th ult, Nehman D.,
infant son of Thomas and Mary M. Walton, aged 7 months and 4 days.
Weep not because your darling
Was borne to world’s on high,
Before his charms did half unclose
To your admiring eyes.
.
Had he but lived a few short years,
In all his beauty bright,
His eyes would oft been
dimmed with tears,
His heart been toughed with
blight.
.
But he has gone to dreamless
sleep,
Mid tears and heart wrung
sighs,
Oh, do not for that angel
weep—
His horns is in the skies.
.
He has joined his angel
sister,
And they’re waiting till you
come;
Pray that God may guard and
keep you
Till you safely meet at home.
Watson, Herman Watson
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On the 27th ult of congestion of the lungs,
HERMAN, son of John A, Watson of Graysville, this county, aged about two years.
Way,
The Spirit of Democracy,
MARY, infant daughter, and only child of Wm. G. and
Thursday, the 18th, from their residence, corner
of Fifth and Hart streets, at 3 o’clock p.m.
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Weaver, Henry Weaver
The Spirit of Democracy,
Henry Weaver, of this township, Center, died on the 14th
inst. aged 75 years.
Webb, Joseph Webb
The Spirit of Democracy,
Joseph Webb was suddenly killed at his residence west of
New Athens, on Friday last.
He with two or three others were working on a rough
platform used for carrying the straw from the barn to the stack as it came from
the machine. The structure suddenly fell, and two of the men went down with it,
and received slight injuries. Mr. Webb caught and clung to some object for a
short time, but finally was compelled to let go his hold, and in the fall his
feet were knocked from under him, his head striking some rock or timbers with
such force that it fractured his skull in such a terrible manner that he
scarcely made a motion after the fall.
He died in about two hours afterward.—Belmont Chronicle, 26th
ult.
Weddle, William Weddle
The Spirit of Democracy,
WILLIAM WEDDLE, Auditor of this county, died at his home in
The funeral took place on the
14th inst. Mr. Weddle, was a moral, upright man, and in the capacity
of a public official was well liked by all with whom he came in contact.
As a husband and father he
was one of the kindest of men.
A more extended notice will
appear shortly.
Weddle, William Weddle
2nd obit
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On
The deceased was born in Stark county,
In 1851 he was married to Jane Cline and the fruits of that
union were eleven children. In 1856 he was licensed to preach, and in 1864
united himself with the Christian Union church to the time of his death.
On
Notwithstanding his crippled condition, he managed to get
about, after his recovery, very well with the aid of crutches. His last hours
were peaceful, and he departed with full faith that he would find everlasting
rest with Him “who doeth all things well.”
Welles, Gideon Welles
The Spirit of Democracy,
Gideon Welles, Ex-Secretary of the Navy, died at
White, E. D. White
The Spirit of Democracy,
E. D. White, 111 years old, died at
Wilson, Infant Child
The Spirit of Democracy,
We regret to learn of the death recently, of the infant
child of our esteemed friend, Rev. J. I. Wilson, of Fairview.—Belmont Chronicle
Wood, Edward Wood
The Spirit of Democracy,
EDWARD WOOD, who lived some four miles from
He was on a load of corn fodder, and fell to the ground.
Whether he died of apoplexy, or from the effects of the fall, those with him
were unable to determine. His age was about 75 years.
Mr. Wood was a half brother of Mrs. Sarah Morris, relict of
Hon. Joseph Morris of this place. Mrs. Morris is in her 84th year of
her age, and is now the only survivor of the family.
Wright, Mrs. Louis G. Wright
The Spirit of Democracy,
LATER—Mrs. Wright has since died.
Young, Gurtie Alleen Young
The Spirit of Democracy,
Died—
Little Gurtie was a granddaughter of Elias Barker, Esq. of this
county, and had been at his residence with her mother, visiting, during the
month of January, and for one short month gladdened her grandparents home with
her bright and beautiful presence, winning warmest love and sweet caresses from
all who saw her, then going away to return no more.
In the short time after her return, with her mother, to
their home in
Yes! Her
spirit hath gone to the mansion’s above,
And
we’ll see her no more here below;
But we’ll
feel her sweet kiss in a home of love,
Where
the fountains of love ever flow.
If our
robes are but washed in the blood of the Lamb,
“And we
boldly stand up for the right,”
We will
know her again, yes, know her again,
In those
beautiful mansions of light. LIB BARKER
[CLOVERDALE,
MARCH 8, 1878
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