Obituaries (January 18)

Nelson Lewis Greene

Utica Saturday Globe, October 14, 1905

 

 

Nelson Lewis Greene

 

Edmeston [Chenango Co., NY]:  On Monday, October 2, occurred the death of Nelson Lewis Greene, one of Edmeston's most prominent citizens and business men.  He was taken suddenly ill Sunday morning and grew rapidly worse until death relieved his sufferings.  His mind was clear, and he was conscious of the fast approaching end, but seemed reconciled and spoke calmly of it.  Mr. Greene was a man widely known throughout the surrounding country, having conducted a foundry and machine shop for many years, being himself an expert machinist.  His sudden and unexpected death calls forth the deepest regret from all who knew him.  He was 64 years of age and is survived by his wife and two daughters, Mrs. C.L. Havens and Mrs. Otis Arnold, of this place, and one brother, John Greene, D.D., of Hamilton, N.Y.  Funeral services were held at his home on South street Thursday afternoon, Farmer's Lodge F.&A.M., of which he was an honored member, attending in a body and the burial service was conducted by the members.  In his death Edmeston has suffered a great loss, and the sympathy of the entire community is extended to the family.

 

Peter B. Guernsey
1799 - 1829

Antimasonic Telegraph, April 22, 1829

 

Died--In this village [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY], after a long and lingering illness which he bore with uncommon fortitude, patient forbearance and Christian resignation, Peter B. Guernsey, Jr. aged 30 years.  In the death of the amiable young man whose premature exit from this, to another, and we trust, a better world, it is our painful duty this week to record, society has lost one of its brightest ornaments--a father and mother, a dutiful son--a brother and sisters, a worthy relative--a fond and tender wife, a kind and affectionate husband, and two infant children, their guardian and protector.  Cut down, as he has been by "the King of Terrors," in the very middle of life, though not unexpectedly, and not without having suffered, more or less, from the pains of sickness for several years, we feel to sympathize with the surviving relatives of the deceased--to drop a tear at his departure from among us, and to mourn the loss of one with whom the writer of this brief tribute to his memory, though his junior in years, was long and intimately acquainted.  Of the many private virtues that adorned the character of the deceased, it is scarcely necessary to speak, as they are extensively known and justly appreciated.  We cannot, however, in justice to our own feelings not less than to the memory of departed worth, avoid saying a few words more in addition to what has already fallen from our pen; and in so doing, we need not remark, that whatever we record has the sanction of personal observation, and comes feeling from the heart.  In private conversation, the deceased was affable, familiar and interesting.  Possessing a strong and powerful mind, well cultivated by study, travel and experience; with a happy faculty of imparting information to others, his company was always agreeable and his conversation highly interesting and instructive.  Charity in judging, and moderation and candor in speaking, of the motives and actions of others, were ruling principles in his mind and predominant traits in his character.  To impute an unworthy action to a bad motive, or to censure those who chanced to differ with him in opinion, came not within the range of his disposition;  "He judged of others by the same rule he would think it right that they should judge of him," and in all his dealings and transactions with his fellow men, he was scrupulously just and uprightly honest.  In every vicissitude of life, he was the same--always patient, frank, open-hearted and generous.  We have seen him, in his juvenile days (though we have a faint recollection of this fact,) in the full vigor of health, with a fair prospect before him of a long and useful life; we have seen him engaged in private and social chat, with his particular and personal friends; we have seen him in the domestic circle--by his fire side, with an amiable and virtuous wife to comfort and console him, and with a tender little one--the offspring of mutual love and affection--prattling upon his knee;  we have seen him in almost every situation in which man can be placed--at one time, slowly recovering from tthe ravages of disease--then again, in the enjoyment of tolerable health--at another, languishing upon a sick couch, with the most anxious solicitude depicted in his countenance and exhibited in his conversation, for the welfare and happiness of those dearer to his heart than even life itself.  His example in life was the epitome of virtue.  [Buried Mt. Hope Cemetery, Norwich, NY]

Adaline Cobb

Antimasonic Telegraph, June 17, 1829

During the thunder storm, about 8 o'clock, last Sunday evening, Miss Adaline Cobb, daughter of Mr. Ansel Cobb of Conesus [Livingston Co., NY], was instantly killed by lightning.  At the moment of this awful visitation, she was seated near a Mr. Benjamin Griswold, a young man who was paying his addresses to her, and to whom she was soon to have been married.  Mr. Griswold was seriously injured, having his clothes much torn, and one boot literally rent in pieces.  It is thought he will recover.  Miss Cobb was about 19 years of age, possessing charms which would scarcely fail of interesting all who knew her; amiable in her disposition and deportment, with a mind cultivated and improved for future usefulness.  How strikingly should her melancholy fate remind us, that in the midst of life we are in death.  It is but a year or two since a similar calamity took place in Marcellus, Onondaga co.  We say the event was similar for it was Sabbath evening, when the death bolt fell upon two young and seemingly happy lovers;  one was killed outright and the other wounded, though we believe in the latter case it was the young man who was killed--Livingston Register.

Capt. V. Foster

Antimasonic Telegraph, November 18, 1829

Capt. V. Foster, a worthy inhabitant of Sherburne [Chenango Co., NY], being on the 29th ult. engaged in his distillery, when, by some means, the steam became confined in the boiler, the cap flew off, and in an instant he was overwhelmed in showers of steam and boiling water, bursting from the boiler.  He was with great effort enabled to extricate himself form this dreadful situation, and jump into a tub of beer standing near.  His clothes were instantly stripped form him by cleaving the sleeves with a knife. With assistance he walked to his house, a short distance, but was literally raw.  With all due attention he survived but ten days, in agonies the most excruciating, leaving a wife, two children, and many friends to lament his loss.