Williams Street in Elmira
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Amelia Wilson Tillinghast
Amelia, wife of William Tillinghast, aged forty-one years, five months and twenty-eight days.
Mrs. Tillinghast was born in Lawrence township, this county, and was the daughter of George B. Wilson, now of Wells, Bradford County. She was married to William Tillinghast in 1862, with whom she lived happily and contentedly up to the time of her death. She has been to her husband a helpmeet indeed, sharing the burdens as well as the comforts of the married state. She was, apparently, not very strong, but her powers of endurance, energy and industry were remarkable. Besides her family cares, and the duties incident to carrying on a farm of three hundred acres of land, she has for eight years past successfully superintended and managed the butter interests of a dairy of forty cows. It is true she has had hired help, but her own personal attention and labor contributed more than all else to the success of the enterprise. Everything was cared for about the premises nothing wasted or neglected. She gave but little time to recreation or amusement, and always seemed happiest amid her wifely duties; yet she was genial and companionable making her friends feel at home whenever they visited her house.
Her nature was not an impulsive one. What she was today she would be tomorrow. She was candid in all she said, and gossip and gossipers found no favor in her eyes. She had a large and warm heart and the whole wealth of her love was given to God and her family. She had friendship for all; but her love, under God, was lavished upon her husband and children. Her religious convictions were settled. She had a calm and abiding trust in God. Without parade or ostentatin she exemplified the true Christian character. She died in the full faith of the Christian religion, having no regrets, in the face of the monster, Death, only that her usefulness must end.
Her husband and children are desolate. They have the unfeigned sympathy of the whole community.
We would, if we could, draw from this bereavement some grains fo comfort; but we cannot. There is no human comfort in such cases. God alone can heal the wounds He makes. To Him we must look for comfort. Death is an enemy we cannot fight. We are as hapless as babes in his presence. All we can do is submit. It is the inevitable fate of us all, and regrets are unavailing. Cold philosophy may find comfort here, but the bleeding heart, clinging hopelessly to the object of its best affections cannot. humanity, in its weakness, will murmur in spite of philosophy and religion, until time shall soften the poignancy of grief and reason and faith be restored to the mental throne. Sometime we shall understand this great mystery for ourselves as our loved ones gone before understand it. The veil will be lifted and the mists will clear away and we shall see as we are seen and know as we are known. Then, if not now, we shall realize the truth that "He doeth ALL Things well.
William Lattin, of Jackson, left home on Monday the 6th inst., since which time nothing has been learned of his where abouts. A report was in circulation Wednesday that his body had been found hanging in a barn; but on investigation the rumor was found to be wholly false - the invention of some of those ingenuous romancers with which this section abounds.
The subject of our writing was born Feb. 22, 1794, in the township of Fishkil, Duchess County, N.Y. and obtained such education as the facilities of those early days afforded. He continued to live with his parents until 1819 when, impelled by the hope of bettering his condition he emigrated to Hector, which is now in Schuyler Co. N.Y., and engaged his services, as a teamster to Col. Herman Camp, merchant at Trumansburg, who distinguished himself by being the first man in Tompkins County who discontinued the sale of liquor in his store. Young Brewer's duties consisted in drawing all kinds of farm produce to New York city, and returning with goods and merchandise for the store of the gentleman in whose employ he continued until 1822, at which time he married Miss Lucy Barber and moved onto the farm of Foster Updyke, where he lived for five years, during which time three children - two sons and a daughter - were born.
In 1827 he removed to Jackson, Tioga Co., Pa., and found a humble home in the grand old forests, in a little log structure which was erected in a small clearing, on the farm now owned and occupied by John Voorhees, upon which he resided until 1834, when he disposed fo that property to Sylvenus Robbins and removed to Wells, Bradford Co., Pa., where he purchased a farm of Edward Curry, upon which he resided and raised a family of fourteen children, eleven of whom survive their father, namely: Ephraim Brewer, Mrs. Eliza Prutsman; William Brewer, Jr.; Lyman Brewer; Jesse Brewer; Johnson Brewer; Mrs. Huldah Jewell; Mrs. Caroline Woods; Hendrick Brewer; Mrs. Phebe Ann Simms and Mrs. Elsa Hogaboom - all residents of Bradford county except Jesse, of Millerton, Pa, and Mrs. Prutsman, of Rutland, Pa. All these, together with grandchildren, great grandchildren and neighbors fo the deceased, attended the funeral and followed the remains to Job's Corners and laid them by the side of those of his wife, which had rested there for about eleven years. It was on Thursday, Dec. 30th, at the residence of his youngest son, hendrick, he serenely breathed his last.
Since deceased moved into this locality he has been engaged in agricultural pursuits, and was considered one of the best practical farmers in this town. He never sought nor held any office, preferring to occupy the post of honor, which is said to be the private station. His moral character was of the highest standard; truthful and upright to the last degree, kind to his friends and neighbors, helpful to the
needy; devoted to his children; retaining his mental powers until he entered into his rest. He made a home comfortable and happy; he raised a family; in brief, the essential qualifications as presented in his life and character are readily summarized in three words: industry, economy and honesty; all of which he possessed in a marked degree. What more can we, who loved him, say in his praise? When we look at the beautiful picture of his exemplary life, we can say, "It is well." All that was best lives still and can never cease to live.
"Though old, he still retained His manly sense and energy of mind.
Mrs. George Kerr (SRGP 80649 - Miss HAMILTON - first name
Mrs. George Kerr died at the home of her daughter Mrs. Sornberger, at Webb Mills, N.Y., last Saturday morning, aged fifty-nine years. The Elmira and neighborhood who have the very pleasant recollections of the Delaware Literary Institute at Delaware, Franklin County, and of the late Rev. George Kerr, LL.D., who was at its head in its most flourishing days, for many years. Prof. Charles II.Verrill, formerly of the Mansfield State Normal School, now has charge of the institution. And those who remember it in Dr. Kerr's days must also have a kindly memory of Mrs. Kerr, a woman of culture and refinement who surrounded her home in Franklin with all those influences that made it in many respects a model. We know of lads and youths who always found in her a pleasant adviser and a good friend. She was a mother of four sons and three daughters, all of whom are now living. Mrs. Kerr's father was Henry Hamilton, a conspicuous lawyer of Schoharie county, and she was educated at Maplewood Institute, in Pittsfield, Mass. Most of her married life was spent in Franklin. For two yearslast past she has been in feeble health and has spent her winters with a son in Washington, D.C. Leaving there this spring, she has been visiting since her only sister, the wife of Dr. Henry Lay, of Newark, Wayne County, and on her way to her home in Franklin three weeks ago, she stopped to see her daughter at Webb's Mills. The body was taken east Sunday evening, and will be buried beside that of Dr. Kerr in Franklin.
Susie, the daughter of Gu McHenry, one of the best known citizens of Southport, died on Sunday morning last, under peculiarly sad circumstances. She had been ailing somewhat for a few days, and in taking medicine on Saturday evening mistook a bottle of corrosive sublimate for the bottle which contained that which had been prescribed for her. The fatal dose almost immediately took effect, the young girl becoming so seriously ill that she could only tell her mother by signs the cause of her condition. Remedies were
applied, and everthing done that could be done to relieve the sufferer, but it was impossible to save her from the effects of her mistake. She died as was stated above, on Sunday morning last, and the funeral will take place at the church in Southport tomorrow afternoon.
Too much care cannot be exercised in the disposition of such powerful agents as that which caused this sorrow, and the safer way by far is to have all of them banished into the poison closet of a drug store, and then the closet burned up.
Armstrong - This morning, Oct. 3d at 5 o'clock Jerusha A., wife of Moses C Armstrong, aged 39 years.
W. S. Bullock
W. S. Bullock, a young man from Gilletts, County, committed suicide at "Big Mike's" Elmira House last Monday night by inhaling chloroform. The body was not discovered until Tuesday afternoon, when a chambermaid, going to arrange the room, found the door locked and apprised the proprietor of the fact, and a officer being summoned and entrance was effected. The unfortunate man had evidently been dead several hours, and everything seemed to denote that the deed was done deliberately and with a determination there should be no failure in accomplishing his object. Mr. Bullock was rather a fine looking young man, fairly educated and with more than ordinary natural ability. Mental depression, caused by a sense of dependence on relatives for support, is supposed to have cased the rash act. Friends were summoned who removed the body.
John D. Sullivan
John D. Sullivan, a former resident of the fifth ward and well-known in this city, died at St. Peter's hospital in Albany last Monday. He had been suffering for a long time with consumption and, although refusing to give up till the very last, had gradually grown weaker till death resulted. He was born in this city and had resided here most of his life, being employed as traveling agent for J.J. O'Connor. When Govenor Hill was inaugurated, he was appointed to a position at the state capital. Here, by his industry and attention to duty, he won the admiration of those over him, and by his genial, gentlemanly manner he made friends of all his associates. He had been in the hospital for about six weeks, and his fellow employees added their efforts to those of the hospital authorities to make his last days as comfortable as possible. Colonel Joseph P. Eustace, after communicating with the friends of the deceased, made all the necessary arrangements for sending the remains to this city, where they arrived Tuesday night. The funeral was held from the house of his father, 311 South Broadway, at 10 o'clock Wednesday morning, high mass being celebrated in St. Mary's church. A delegation of the Knights of Tara, of which organization the deceased was a charter member, were among the many in attendance. They presented a handsome floral pillow. The pall-bearers were John Murray, John M. Connelly, Dan Richardson, Dennis Sullivan, John Wickham, and Richard Baker. The remains were interred in Sts. Peter and Paul's cemetery.
A Daggett's Mills Man Instantly Killed Wednesday Afternoon
His Skull Smashed in a Horrible Manner.
Found Where He Fell by His Workmen.
Wednesday just about dusk the little village of Daggetts Mills, Pa.,
about fifteen miles from this city was thrown into a fever of excitement
by the news that Norman Murdaugh, a farmer and merchant had been instantly
killed. Mr. Murdaugh had been engaged, for some purpose or other in cutting
wood in a grove about half a mile from the village. He felled a tree which
struck against a large limb of another tree under which Mr. Murdaugh stood.
The heavy limb was broken off and came crashing down striking Mr. Murdaugh
dead in his Dead In His Tracks.
Some men who were going through a field near by heard the crash and proceeded to the place. They found the unfortunate man with the front upper jaw broken, and the roof of his mouth knocked down, and the bridge of the nose smashed in. The face was almost unrecognizable and presented a sickening sight. The remains were tenderly borne to the late home of the unfortunate man, where a wife and three children, bowed in grief, awaited them. Mr. Murdaugh had only a month ago moved into a new store which he had built in the village. He was one of the most enterprising men of the place and his loss will be felt by all. he was about forty-five years of age. he owned a large farm near the village and was generally well to do. The blow dealt by the heavy limb must have produced instaneous death and in all probability the deceased was not even aware what struck him.
Morning noted the dangerous illness of Mr. David Everett, of the town of Jackson, Pa. He died yesterday afternon at half past two o'clock. Ten weeks ago he was taken with diphteria, which left him in very bad shape, his condition resembling a state of paralysis. A day or two ago brain fever set in, with the above gatal result. He was born in April, 1833, on the farm where he died. He leaves a widow and three children two of them adults. He was the son of the late William Everett, - "Uncle Billy" as he was fondly called, a pioneer in the town, who with his wife came from New Jersey, many years ago, in a wagon, and who cut their way, almost through the woods, to the place now known as "Everett-town." They stuck up a log cabin, and endured privations such only as the pioneers in such a wilderness as that then was, can know. until they got them selves in shape, grain for food was scarce, and many a morning did the prospect look dreary for something to eat besides game. There was plenty that then, including wolves and panthers; but by stout hearts and strong hands, the farm was cleared that subsequently fell by purchase, to the boys - some of the best farms in the county - for the old gentleman thought best to start them firmly in the world by selling them parts of his own, when they began to feel like striking out for themselves; but he was not a rigorous creditor.
David, the deceased, was one of twelve children, four of whom are dead, and all of the twelve living to be married. The family have been greatly afflicted of late, George, a brother, lost his wife from pneumonia a couple of weeks ago at Mainesburg; the venerable mother, who lives on the old homestead, fell ten days ago, dislocating and breaking her wrist. The deceased was a whole souled, genial man, whose house was as hospitable as the warmth of the sun.
He was well known to many Elmira merchants, and especially to the produce dealers. He was a careful man of business and was in very comfortable circumstances, and will be greatly missed from the community. He was a relative of Mr. Joseph Campbell, Chief Engineer of the Elmira Fire Department, and also of Mr. J. Woodford and Mr. A. S. Carter, of this city.
SHERMAN-JONES - In Sullivan Aug 3, 1879 Mr. J. C. Sherman and Miss Diana Jones, of Cherry Hill, Pa.
JOHNSON-STEWART - In Jackson, Pa., at the home of the bride's parents, June 1 1878, Mr. Walter Johnson and Miss Sarah E. Stewart, both of Jackson.
Mr. James Heater, of Elmira and Miss Wright, of this place, are reported to have been married at the M. E. parsonage Daggett's Mills on Sunday afternoon. Prospect looks fair for another wedding for two soon.
At the residence of the bride, Sept. 2, 1879, Rev. H.B. Troxel, Mr. Hamilton and Miss Eva Everett, both of Jackson.
Boys, another chance gone! Ida Mathews and Charles Morse, were united by the bond of holy matrimony on Sunday week.
At the residence of the bride, June 4th, 1879, by the Rev. Myron Rockwell, Mr. Elwyn Soper of Columbia, Bradford County, Pa, and Miss Dell Davis of Rutland, Tioga, Co., Pa.
Aug. 26th, 1879, by the Rev. H.B.Troxel, Mr. Edwin A, McCarrick of Wells, and Miss Ella Looney of Canton, Bradford Co, Pa.
The fifth anniversary of the marriage of Henry B. Knapp and Maggie E. Oakley was celebrated at their home in Sullivanville, Chemung County, NY, on the 24th ult. Friends from Ashland, Seeley Creek, Van Ettenville, Sullivanville and Horseheads, NY, and Wells and Jackson, Pa. were present in goodly numbers, over seventy guests participating.
The presents were numerous nd useful, among which may be mentioned a marble topped center table, large chromo and work table, glassware, majolica ware three rocking chairs, a lamp and numerous small articles; and last but not least, a handsome suit of clothes for the groom, from his sons and three sisters.
Dinner ws served at 2 o'clock, and none left hungry. It was altogether a pleasant and enjoyable affair.
A. Millerton Guest
O.H. Davis - Nellie Beaman
Mr. O.H. Davis, of Wellsboro, and Miss Nellie Beaman, of this village, were united in marriage at Hedding M.E. parsonage, in Elmira, on Wednesday of last week, Rev. M.S. Hard officiating. After a short bridal tour to Rochester and other places, we understand that Mr. and Mrs. Davis will at once commence housekeeping in Wellsboro, where a comfortable home awaits them. The best wishes of numerous friends will follow the happy couple in their journey through life.
A Double Marriage
Wednesday last at the M.E.Parsonage in Dundee, NY, J.D. Garison and A.E. Garison of Jackson Summit, PA, were married respectively to Miss Rose M. Wells and Miss Hattie M. Bird by the Rev.S.F. Sanford.. This sort of double marriage is decidedly romantic and the newly wedded folks doubtless appreciate the fact.
Cochran - Gray - At the Baptist Parsonage, June 23rd,1880, by Rev. G.M. Rghter, Mr.. John L. Cochrran, of Richmond, and Phebe E.Gray, of Jackson.
Mr. Rory Moore and Miss Ida Tanner, both of Wells, Pa. were married
recently by Rev. Mr. Statham.
Morgan A. Ruger, the well known jeweler, and Mrs. Mary Baker were married Tuesday evening at 8:30 o'clock, in the parlors of the First Baptist church, by the pastor,
Rev. W.T. Henry, D.D. The happy couple are receiving congratulations and good wishes from their large number of friends. They will reside at No.109 Horner Street, in a pleasant home which was furnished in elegant style by the groom.
At the residence of Mr. Lewis Parmeter, the bride's father, in Wells, Pa., Sept. 26, 1880, by Rev. S.F. Sanford, Mr. Welby A. Updyke and Miss Leona H. Parmeter of Wells, Pa.
Furman - Brennan - At the residence of Mr. Lewis Parmeter, Sept. 26, 1880, by Rev. S.F. Sanford, Mr. Orin J. Furman, of Roseville, Pa., and Miss Kate Brennan of Sullivan, Pa.
Sheive - Stilwell - At the residence of the bride's mother, Jan. 3, 1881, by the Rev. S.F. Sanford, Mr. C.H. Sheive and Miss Saline M. Stilwell all of Daggett's Mills.
Smith -Lefler- At the residence of W. Oakley, Dec. 18, 1880, by Rev. M. Rockwell, Mr. James H. Smith, of Troy, Pa., and Miss Nina E. Lefler, of Jackson.
Buchanan - Miller - At the residence of Mr. John Wilson, in Millerton, Dec. 27, 1880, by Rev. H.B. Troxel, mr. Fremont Buchanan and Miss Lily Miller, all of Jackson.
Pierce - Seely- At the Baptist parsonage in Roseville, Dec. 26, 1880, by Rev. M. Rockwell, Mr. Frank D. Pierce, of Michigan, and Miss Jennie Seely, of Rutland, Pa.
- Boys, look out for the cigars! A wedding party started from here yesterday afternoon en route for Milleerton; where according to report, Frank and Della were made one. Don't let us fail to have them.
Brewer - Gosper - At the residence of J.H. Jewell, at Columbia Reade, Pa., July 2d, by Rev. Joel Jewell, Mr. Wm. H. Brewer of Wells and Miss Mary I. Gosper, of Webb's Mills.
Nichols - Redfield - June 18th, in Caton, NY, at the residence of Rev. S. Tobey, the officiating clergyman, Mr. Arthur Nichols and Mrs. maria Redfield, both of Southpost, Chemung County, NY.
Mrs. Helen Seeley, formerly Helen French, will soon join her husband
in Northern Iowa.
Serious Shootist at Seely Creek
Our correspondent writes from Seely Creek that during the spring and summer a number of larcenies have been committed along the plank road and many things of value taken. At last suspicion rested on one Michael Smith, a resident of Wells, Pa. A warrant was issued and a search made when various articles were found hidden in the woods. Smith was brought before Justice Knapp and fined. Since that time various persons engaged in the affair have been assaulted. The first one was Wm. Canfield, a peaceful, industrious citizen, who when he was walking along the road in the woods, heard a cracking of dry limbs in the woods by the roadside followed by the report of a gun and a whizzing sound close too his head. His hat falling to the ground he made the discovery that the bullet had passed through the crown of his hat. Mr. C was much alarmed as it was dark and he made his way home. On Saturday last, as Thomas Vansowak was riding near Brown's Mill in Southport, in the same location, a stone was thrown at him which struck him on the neck and knocked him nearly senseless at the same time Mr. V heard a pistol snap but it missed fired.
A singular and beautiful incident happened in Jacksonville, Florida,
not long ago. The little daughter of a resident of that city was in the
habit of daily feeding a nightingale, which would come to the house every
morning to receive its food. Not long ago the little girl sickened and
died, and as she lay in her coffin the nightingale flew through the open
window into the room, sang one of its beautiful melodies, and departed.
An hour later it was found dead in the front yard, having evidently perished
from grief at the loss of its young friend.- New York
Webb Mills Visited by a Destuctive Fire Last Night - A Heavy Loss
Friday evening about eleven o'clock, a fire broke out in the saw mill of Brown Bros., of Webb Mills. The flames made good headway, and before it was discovered the fire was well under way, and was rapidly destroying the most valuable property in that vicinity. As soon as the fire was discovered the alarm was at once sounded; and many willing hands were brought to the rescue. But little good be done to check the fierce flames in their course of destruction, as there were no facilities handy. Water could be secured only from adjacent wells, and from the mill race, and then only by the aid of pails. The building being all of wood and as dry as tinder, furnished the best of material for the flames to feed upon. In no time almost the fire had spread from the saw-mill to the grist-mill near by and the office in front. soon they were one mass of flames, and all efforts to save the buildings or any of their contents were in vain. Nor was the fierce appetite of flames satisfied with consuming thus much, but spread to the opposite side of the street and ignited the residence of Wm. Dean Brown, consuming it and all its contents and from thence passed on to two more houses occupied by employees in the mills and ending their career of destruction by reducing to ashes the blacksmith shop belonging to the Brown property. The occupants of the houses, except W.D. Brown, succeeded in saving nearly all of their effects and consequently were all owned by the Brown Brothers.
It is not definitely known whether the origin of the fire was incendiary or whether it broke out in the arch of the saw mill, though the latter opinion quite generally prevails among those who were first upon the scene. Brown Bros. held an insurance of only $7,000 upon their property, while their loss must be very heavy. In addition to the value of the property, estimated as worth not less than $25,000, a car load of corn and a car load of wheat had just been put in the grist mill, none of which was saved. The fire was got under control about four o'clock this morning though it could not be left without watching as late as seven. The flames were very vivid and lighted up the surrounding country for miles around. The light was plainly visible in this city, an inhabitant of the Fifth Ward having noticed it on his way across Main Street bridge at one o'clock this morning. The firm of Brown Bros. is composed of William Dean and John Brown, both thorough and energetic young business men. The fire also proves a great loss to the community as from a dozen to fifteen men will be thrown out of employment, not saying anything of the loss to the village that the stopping of the extensive business will entail.
The store of M.T. Cassada also took fire but did not burn to any great extent. About twenty or twenty-five thousand feet of lumber, recently turned out of the mill was destroyed.
-Mrs. James H. Gulick, formerly a resident of Blossburg, died at Washington,, D.C. on the 4th instant, at an advanced age.
The Old Man Who Smiled and How William Was Correct
From In the Detroit Free Press
One time there was an old man living in Detroit. His back was bent, his step was slow, and men gazed upon his snowy locks and wrinkled face and whispered to each other:
"He is a good old man who has not long to live."
The old man had been well off in his day, but when he found himself on the shady side of life, wife dead and home broken up, he said to his only son:
"Here, William, take all I have and let your home be my home until I die."
The son took the paper - you bet he did; and the father was given a cozy corner, a big chair and a corn-cob pipe. All went well for a year or so, and then the son and the son's wife began to make it uncomfortable for the nice old man in the corner. they threw out hints, deprived him of his comforts, and one cold day in winter he was told that he had better go to Halifax - Nova Scota.
The old man's heart was sore as he went out into the world to battle against hunger and cold, and when night came he cowered in a door-way and wept like a child.
Who is making the chin music up there? called a reporter, whose steps had been arrested by the sobs, and he went up the steps patted the old man on the head, and by and by the story was told.
"Come down to the station with me," said the reporter, taking the old man's arm. Your son is first cousin to the man who preferred buzzard to lamb, and I'll help you .
Next morning one of the daily papers contained an item to the effect that an old gentleman named Goodheart had been found wandering in the streets at night and that when taken to the station $10,000 worth of United States bonds were found on him. the old man read it over three times slapped his leg as he saw the point, and a beautiful smile covered his face and climbed up through his hair. In about an hour his son William rushed into the station and called out:
"Father, dear father, come home! All of us were crying all night long, and my wife is now lying in a comatose state on your account!"
The old man went home with him, winking at the lamp-posts and smiling
as he turned the corners. he had all his comforts back, and the son bought
him a costly pipe and a pair of box-toed boots that very day.
Well as time went on the son ventured to suggest that the bonds had better be turned over to him, and evveery time he said" bonds" the old man would smile and turn the subject to patent milk cans or the necessity of counterfeiters taking more pains with their lead nichols. The other day the father went to bed to die, and he smiled ofterner than before as he lay waiting for the summons. The son said his heart was breaking, and then went through the old man's clothes to find the bonds. He didn't find any. He searched the barn and the garret and the cellar and finally when he saw that death was very near he leaned over the bed and whispered:
"Father , do you know me?"
"Oh, yes- I know you like a book," replied the dying man.
"And, father, don't you see that this thing." "And, father - those - those bonds, you know. I suppose you want them used to purchase you a monument?"
"Correct, William," whispered the father, winking a ghastly wink, as as the same old smile crept over his face, death came to take him to a better home.
When evening fell, and the son and the son's wife were wildly searching the straw bed to get their hands on those bonds, a reporter stood under the gas lamp across the street, and with his thumb on his nose, he sweetly called out:
"Sold again and got the tin - next flail son step forward."
Great excitement was created in the region of Bear Creek, near the Parmenter mill, last sunday, by Leander Tabeer reporting that he has seen a bear. He was out picking berries - which was very wicked by the way - and the Devil probably appeared to him, as a diligent search of the woods aby the citizens with guns, sticks, clubs and stones, failed to unearth anything. Our friend John parmenter says, however, that Sundays are good days to see bears in that vicinity; and we wouldn't take our oath that Leander didn't see one.
D.B. Lain, of Daggett's Mills is reported to be seriously ill of pneumonia.
O.H. Davis, of Wellsboro was in town yesterday and made a pleasant call at the Advocate office.
Mrs. A.A. Kinneer, whose death is noted in an adjoining column, was the daughter of mr. and Mrs. Albert Edsell, well known residents of Jackson many years ago. her mother died when she was nine years old and heer father when she was thirteen. She was married at the age of seventeen, and was nearly thirty years old at the time of her death.
-Will Harris of Job's Corners, has been lying dangerously ill for several days, and was reported to have died Tuesday night, but later accounts say that he was still alive Wednesday afternoon. Will has a host of friends who earnestly hope that he may pull through.
The citizens of Wellsburg, NY met Wednesday night in Lowman's Hall for the purpose of determining what to do in reference to the monument that they propose to erect to the memory of the late Dr. John F. Smith, of that village. A committee has been appointed to solicit subscriptions for that purpose, and it is hoped in view of the fact that the doctor rendered so much public good during his lifetime that the citizens will respond to the call and erect a suitable monument to his memory. Deceased it will be remembered was a brother of Dr. N. Smith of this village.
A horse belonging to Mr. Griffin was severly wounded by backing into a barbed fence surrounding H. Toby's yard, near the depot.
A terrible and fatal accident occurred in the bark woods of Baker Brothers, last Monday afternoon. An estimable young man from Caton, Ny named Warren Knight, was crushed by a falling tree. He died at six o'clock the same evening.
Seeking A Palace But Finding A Mad House
How an Insane Woman's Delusions Brpught Hardship to a Devoted Danish Family
There is at present, and has been for several months, an inmate of the Willard Insane Asylum at Ovid, NY, a Danish lady of good education, and so, previous to the loss of her reason, occupied a respectable position in society.
Her delusion is that she is immensely wealthy - the Queen of the Universe. On all other subjects she adverses with ease and fluency. She had an ideal that the Willard Asylum is a castle, that it was built for her social benefit, and that all the attendents and inmates are heer servants.
In some way unkown to the managers of the Asylum this unfortunate woman some weeks ago succeeded in eluding the vigilance of the attendants, and compiled a letter to a brother in Denmark The letter stated that she had been fortunate since being in this country, that she had become wealthy, and was living in a magnificent mansion constructed by herself, that she had plenty of means to provide for herself and family, and closed by urging him to accept her hospitality and spend the remainder of his days with her. There is nothing in the letter to excite suspicion or to cause the brother distrust in her statements, except that as to her apparent wealth.. But he had heard of the bad luck of so many of his countrymen in this land of plenty, that he did not know but fortune had favored his sister and that she too had got rich. He was carrying on a tailoring business in a small way and had considerable difficulty making both ends meet. After considering the letter for a short time, he concluded to accept his sister's invitation to come to America.
The proceeds of his goods and chattels were barely sufficient to pay the expense of transporting his wife and five children to Central New York, but this gave him no anxiety as his sister would provide for them upon arrival. Allowing the letter announcing their intention of coming only a few days later the little family took ship for America with light hearts and great expectations. During the voyage their imagination was given free rein and many were the joys they pictured for themselves in their new home. At New York an amount of money was set aside scarely sufficient to take them to their destination, and the remainder was spent in improving their personal appearance so that they should not bring disgrace upon their kinswoman.
Ten days ago the family arrived at Geneva, NY, and hastened to Ovid and his family going to the building, instead of finding a wealthy sister with outstretched arms ready to welcome them to her palatial abode, they found her the inmate of an insane asylum and in a hopeless condition, while they were left among strangers without a penny. The grief stricken father wrung his hands in dispair, the mother completely broke down, and gave vent to her feelings in tears, while the five little ones stared about in bewilderment. Affecting scenes are not uncommon at Willard, but a more piteous episode than this has not been witnessed there in many a day. The heearts of the managers of the asylum were touched by the circumstances attending the case, a snug purse was made up and a situation provided for the man in the laundry of the asylum, where he is now at work.
Concert and Festival at Pine City
The Pine City Baptist Choir will give a concert and festival at the church in the Village, on Wednesday evening next, June 28th, 1882.
The concert will consist of solos, duets, quartettes and choruses, in which the choir will be assisted by Prof. H.S. Hamer S.R. Racklyeft, Miss M.H.Webb and Miss Louise Brown, in addition to the best local talent. A male quartette, under the direction of Mr. S.R. Racklyeft, will also render several choice selections.
A lawn festival will be held at the close of the concert on the church grounds, which will be enlivened by the presence of the Excelsior Cornet Band, of Daggett's Mills. Prof. D.R. Ford, of Elmira, will also deliver an eight minute speech on the subject of "Music."
Tickets, good for concert and festival, 40cents each, or 75 cents per couple. All are invited. The proceeds are to be devoted to a worthy object - the improvement of the choir - and the entertainment deserves a liberal patronage.
To Mr. and Mrs. Will Robbins, a fine boy, weight, 6lbs. 48 oz. Will done!
Welcome new-comer at mother-in-law's
to Mr. and Mrs. James D. Burt, a girl baby - their first born. Next!
A wee little baby cried for her first time at the Johnee Brown's house the other night
Then Johnee was B was full of glee,
For unto him was born a babe.
Boys to the right, girls to the left -
Parents in the center - all Promenade.
Webb's Mills, NY, Oct. 29tb, 1879
Rev. S.F. Sanford returned on Friday from a visit to his mother's where his children are staying. On Sunday he preached a memorial sermon to the late Bishop E.O. Haven.
The County Convention of Good Tempairs is in session, and closes this afternoon; it is apparently a very sucessful session, delegates being present from all the Lodges in the county.
E. C. Stillwell of Jackson, will furnish additional information for the census enumerator Twins - both boys.
A lamp exploded in the M.E. Church, of this place, on Wednesday evening of this week, and had it not been for the timely discovery of the fire by Dell Wilson, Augustus Kinner and D.m. kinneer, the church would probably have burned down. No one was in the at the time of the explosion. The sexton had lighted the church for prayer meeting, and stepped out for a few minutes, when the accident occurred. Not much damage was done. The lamp of course was ruined, and the carpet near the door was scorched somewhat. The church going people of this community are under obligations to the gentlemen above named for their timely aid in putting out the fire.
Mrs. Laura Ellison of Mongauss Valley, NY, is visiting her parents and old friends here.
A girl only eleven years old is said to have recently become a bride at Osceola.
A man named Vance, living on Bailey Creek, got bewildered while driving home Monday night and lost his team and wagon. They were found next morning in a ditch near Jeff Prutsman's, on the Roseville road, unable to extricate themselves. We believe no serious damage was done to the rig or driver.
A little stranger of the female persuasion, who if she lives until Dec. 9, 1883, will be a year old,, may be looked upon though a trifle early, as a Christmas present to Mr. and Mrs. Theo Stafford, of this village. Mrs. Stafford's health, which has occasioned considerable anxiety to her friends for the past year or more, is also in an encouraging state of improvement.
A few days ago a team belonging to Mr. Jackson Smith, of Lamb's Creek, was pulled off a high bank while skidding logs. The log rolled off and dragged the horses after it. One of the animals was killed outright, and the other serverely injured.
Mr. S.. Voorhees, of Daggett's Mills, had his shoulder badly bruised and nearly dislocated while driving into the barn with a load of hay. The load was too large and Mr. Voorhees was brought into contact with a beam..
Mason Oldroud is the proudest man on Bird Creek, all on account of a fine nine-pound boy recently presented to him by his better half.
S.J. McWhorter occupies his new store and is doing a thriving business.
Ransom Tanner fell from an apple tree nearly two weeks ago, and was badly injured. He is slowly recovering.
Miss Mina Titus is very sick, with no sign of recovery. The doctor says she has the old-fashioned lingering consumption.
Mrs M. J. Finch is sick at the house of her daughter, Mrs.Wm. Rogers. She has been complaining for several months, but now neuralgia has set in and she is much worse.
Mrs. Emeline Johnson is very sick, and her life is despaired of. She has cancer and a complication of other diseases.
Samuel Williams, an aged resident of Jackson Summit, died last Monday.
Joel Lucas is as happy as a man can be that has got a new baby boy.
The funeral of Mrs. G.T. Andrus, who died Saturday night, of typhoid pneumonia were held in this place today at the Baptist church. The pastor, Rev. levi stone, delivered a very able and effecting discourse, and the choir did themselves great credit iin the manneer in which they rendered the pieces selected and sent them by the friends. Mrs. Andrus was a very indulgent mother, a kind, thoughtful companion, and a ver estimable woman. The people of the surrounding vicinity manifested their respect and sympathy for the friends by the large attendance at the funeral. Deceased leaves a husband and three children, besides many other relatives to mourn the loss of their loved one.
Mr. Wm. Sandy has moved from off the hills into our little village.
Nearly a Charlie Ross Case
On the 3d inst., our quiet village was thrown into a fever of excitement by a bold attempt, by parties from Chatham, to abduct a little girl, adopted daughter of Charles C. Burton, of this place.
The little girl about six years old, was playing about the yard in front of the house, when a man and a woman in a carriage drove up and stopped. The woman jumped out, caught the little girl, handed her to the man in the carriage, jumped in herself, when the man put whip to his horse and drove away without attracting the attention of Mrs. Burton, who was attending to her household duties. One of the neighbors, however, saw the transaction and gave the alarm; but they wer out of sight on the road to Elmira, before any efforts could be made to rescue the child. Telegrams were sent along the line of the Tioga railroad, and parties started out after the abductors.
mr. William Bailey, who works for Judge Retan, mounted one of the team horses that he was driving, and gave chase. He kept on track, and overhauled the parties near Aspinwall's Corners, in Bradford county, having traveled a distance of about ten miles. He demanded the child of them, but they refused to give her up, when he put his hand in his pocket for a revolver and told them that he would "have the child or die right there." They saw that he meant business and quite ungraciously yielded the point. Bailey brought the child home, safe and sound, though somewhat frightened, and placed her in her mother's arms. We understand that the abductors are a man and wife named Whitney. Mr. Burton proposes to bring the guilty parties to justice. - Millerton Advocate
McCroy - Gifford - At the residence of Mr. Alden Swayze of Aspinwall, on the 9th of June, by Rev. Hallock Armstrong, Mr. James M. McCroy and Amelia Gifford of Troy, Pa.
ROBBINS - in Sullivan, Aug. 24th, 1879 of cholera infantum, Allie, infant son of Levi and Mary A. Robbins, aged nearly 5 months.
An old man named Fellows was struck by a Northern Central train at Canton last Friday, and sustained injuries which caused his death soon after. One arm was cut off and he was badly injured otherwise. He was between sixty and seventy years old.
THE THREE BEST THINGS. A LOVE SONG.
The dearest things Go little bird on rapid wing,
That charm our life; To where my love is staying
That calm our fears And then return and tidings bring
And soothe our strife; Of what my love is saying.
That have the sound
And ring of bliss; Speed pretty brook along the way
That promise peace To where my love's feet wander,
No man should miss - Then in thy prattle truly say
The three best things On what her heart doth ponder.
That give us joy
Are home and wife To idle wind, with rueful moan
And a baby boy. To where my love is singing,
And let me know if sad her tone,
Or if with joy this ringing.
"Welcome Little Stranger"
by A Displaced Three Year Old
Mosser bought a baby,
Ittle bitsy sing;
Sinks I mos could put him
From my rubber ring.
An't he awful ugly?
An't he awful pink!
"Just come down from Heaven,"
Doctor told anozzer
Great big awful lie:
Nose an't out of joint zen,
Tat an't why I cry.
Mamma stays up bedroom-
Guess he makes her sick;
Frow him in ze gutter,
If I can, right quick.
Cuddle him and love him!
Call him"Blessed sing!'
Don't care if my kite an't
Got a bit of string!
Send me off with Biddy
Every single day.
"Be a good boy, Charley;
Run away and play."
"Sink I ought to love him!"
Mine crying baby.
Edgar Fawcett In November Atlantic
Dulled to a drowsy fire, one vaguely sees
The sun in heaven, where this broad, smoky round
Lies ever brooding at the horizon's bound;
And through the gaunt knolls on monotonous leas,
Or through damp desolate woodlands' naked trees,
Rustling the brittle ruin along the ground,Like sighs from spirits of perished hours, resound
The melancholy melodies of the breeze.
So ghostly and strange a look the blurred world wears,
Viewed from this flowerless garden's dreary squares,
That now, while these weird, vaporous days exist
It would not seem a marvel if where we walk
We met, dim glimmering on its thorny stalk,
Some pale, intangible rose, with leaves of mist!
FIGHTING OVER A FARM.
A Will Contest, With Interesting Phases.
Nice Questions of Law That Shall Determine the Disposition of Louis DeWater's Property
Within the past year there died a farmer of this county named Louis DeWaters. His farm was a valuable one, lying along the plank road that runs out from Elmira city into the rich agricultural town of Southport. The old man was a man of sixty-eight or seventy, long a respected resident of our fruitful valley. Of sons he had three. Their names are Wright, the well known Agricultural Implement dealer of this ciry; Algy and a younger son named York. At his death there was found a will in whicch the elder DeWater's disposed of the valuable farm which he owned and where he died. it was the homestead, and was about all the property he died possessed of. The terms of that will were peculiar. To his wife he gave a life interest in the farm, with the proviso that at her death she could dispose of it as she thought best, not forgetting, so read the last will and testament of the old man, his granddaughter Nellie DeWaters. Now comes in one of the interesting legal phases of the will, which is Now Being Contested.
Did the life lease given her do away with the seemingly specific grant of the property to do with it as she thought best? The last clause would seem to give it to her absolutely, while the life lease might be judicially construed to mean that such was not the intent. Upon that point, as to the intent or effect of what seems a contradictory clause in some measure the surrogate's decision will pend. A contest to break the bill was inaugurated by the sons Wright and Algy. They claim that the testator at the time the will was made, some three years ago, was mentally unfit to perform such a duty and he was Unduly infulenced. to their detriment. It is claimed that the (Wright and Algy) had their share long before their father died, and that in a will afterwards destroyed and made some seven years ago.
An Old Veteran
Reminiscence of the Presidential Campaign of 1840.
Elmira Gazette of Last Friday
Arnold Crum is in town today. He is an armless man, having lost those useful members during the great 'Tippecanoe and Tyler too" campaign of a1840. There was intense excitement in those times, no political struggle since having half the demonstration and warmth that marked the contest between the Whigs and Locofocos of 1840. The log cabin that was built by the Whigs in the rear of what is now known as Union block, the flag staff up which Bullock climbed, the long processions of timber loaded wagons from the country are all matters that are still fresh in the memories of many of Elmira's older inhabitants. The mere mention of the name, Arnold Crum, will revive recollections of a political campaign that has not since been rivalled for bitterness and earnestnesss. Crum was a spirit of those times. He was the predecessor of John Terwillinger. Every Elmiran knows what Terwilliger's office was. he was the cannon shooter, and was always employed to fire a gun on the Fourth of July and other days of public blow out. Crum was fully as ardent a gunner as John. He furnished the gunpowder noise for the campaign of a1840. his artillery was on the island - the island that was once magnificent with shade , roofed with trees that spread their branches wide and far, carpeted with green that was softer and richer than the floor furnishings of the best-equipped parlor. Those trees witnessed many a social gathering of our town's youngsters. The boys and girls of the time when it was a grove were fond of gathering there; and the island was the village park. here the May parties revelled with pleasant social ceremonies, and crowned the chosen queen with floral garlands. We know the names of those old-time belles, but many are in the grave; and the generation that lives now would hardly recognize, and certainly would not reverence the list that is in our recollection.
Tom Darcey, yet a young man, had grown to be a very bad one. At heart he might have been all right if his head and his will had only been all right, but these being wrong, the whole machine was going to the bad very fast, though there were times when the heart felt some of its old, truthful yearnings. Tom had lost his place as foreman in the great machine shop, and what money he now earned came from odd jobs of tinkering which he was able to do here and there at private for Tom was a genius as well as a mechanic; and when his head was steady enough, he could mend a clock or clean a watch as well as he could set up and regulate a steam engine - and this latter he could do better than any other man ever employed by the Scott Falls Manufacturing Company.
One day Tom had a job to mend a broken mowing machine and reaper for which he received five dollars and on the next morning he started out for his old haunt - the village tavern.. He knew his wife sadly need the money, and that his two children were in absolute suffering for want of clothing, and that morning he held a debate with the better part of himself, but the better part had become weak and shaky, and the demon of appetite carried the day.
So away to the tavern Tom went, where, for two or three hours, he felt exhilarating effect of the alcoholic draught, and fancied himself happy, as he could sing and laugh; but as usual supefaction followed, and the man died out. He drank while he could stand and then lay down in a corner where his companions left him.
It was late at night, almost midnight, when the landlord's wife came into the bar room to see what kept her husband up, and she quickly saw Tom.
"Peter," said she not in a pleasant mood, why don't you send that miserable Tom Darcey home? He's been hanging around here long enough"
Tom's supefaction was not sound asleep. - The dead coma had left the brain, and the calling of his name stung his sences to keen attention. He had an insane love for rum, but did not love the landlord. In other years peter Tindar and himself had loved and wooed the sweet maiden - Ellen Goss - and he won her leaving peter to take up with the viinegary spinster who had bought him the tavern, and he knew that lately the tapster gloated over the misery of the woman who had once discarded him.
"Why don't you send him home? demanded Mrs.Tinder, with an impatient stamp of the foot.
Hush, Betsy! He's got money. Let him be and he'll be sure to spend it before he goes home. I'll have the kernel of the nut and his wife may have the husk!"
With a sniff and a snap Betsy turned away and shortly afterward Tom Darcey lifted himself upon his elbow.
Ah , Tom, are you awake?
Then rouse up and have a warm glass.
Tom got upon his feet and steadied himself.
No, Peter, I won't drink any more tonight.
It won't hurt you, Tom, - just a glass.
Yes it would said Tom, buttoning up. On his way home He was looking at the stars and then he looked down upon the earth.
Aye, he muttered, grinding his heelin the gravel, 'Peter Tindar is taking the kernel and leaving poor Ellen the husk, and i am helping him to do it. i am robbing my wife of joy, robbing my children of honor and comfort, robbing myself of love and life - just that Peter Tindar may have the kernel and Ellen the husk! We'll see!
It was a revelation to the man. The tavern keeper's brief speech, meant
not for his ears had come upon his senses as fell the voice of the Risen
One upon Saul of Tarsua.