Obituaries (January 27)

Charles Benjamin Smith

Chenango Telegraph, Greene, NY, May 3, 1871

Our citizens were pained to learn on Friday last of the death of Charles Benjamin Smith, Esq. of Omaha, Nebraska, and a native, and for many years a resident of our village [Greene, Chenango Co., NY].  His death occurred suddenly of apoplexy, on Tuesday morning last (April 25th) at Washington D.C. whither he had gone upon business.  He retired on Sunday evening in usual health.  On Monday morning his room companion spoke to him and awoke him from sleep.  Mr. Smith responded smilingly to the summons, and his companion left him.  In a short time he returned and found Mr. S. in a semi-conscious state, and to all appearances laboring from apoplexy or congestion.  Medical assistance was at once called, but he was past help and died on Tuesday morning.  His wife was telegraphed on Monday and reached Washington Thursday when she left with the body of her husband for the village where he was buried in the family yard in our village burying ground.

Mr. Smith was the fourth child and second son of Judge Elisha Smith, the late Col. Elisha B. Smith, being his older brother.  He spent his boyhood, youth and early manhood in our midst; having been engaged for several years in mercantile and other business pursuits in our village.  Something like twenty years ago he moved to the west and has lived for the last seventeen years in Omaha.  During the war he held several confidential positions in the Quarter Master's Department and did good service therein.  He was a gentleman of excellent acquirements, good business and social habits, and was highly esteemed by all who knew him.  His remains were expected on Monday evening.  He was in his 51st year.

James Hawkins

Afton Enterprise, November 26, 1886

Our usual quiet community was thrown into a fever of excitement, last Thursday evening, by the report that Mr. James Hawkins, an honored and respected citizen of this place, had been drowned in the Susquehanna river at Wells' Bridge, a small station of the Albany and Susquehanna railroad. The report, which proved only too true, spread like fire throughout our village, and many were the exclamations of sorrow and regret on hearing this sad news.

Mr. Hawkins, who was a mason by trade, was engaged in working on the piers of a new bridge about to be erected over the river at Wells' Bridge.  He was mending on a scaffold about ten [feet] above the water, and having just finished his work, he told a fellow workman that he was going up on the ground.  Hearing a noise a moment later, the gentleman to whom Mr. Hawkins had just been talking, turned his head, and was horrified to see Mr. Hawkins jump into the river.  It is supposed that in ascending from the scaffold where he was at work he lost his balance, and seeing that he was about to fall, turned and jumped into the river, thinking that he could easily reach the shore, he being an excellent swimmer.  Owing to the hard rain of the preceding days, the river was very high, and burdened by his heavy clothes, he could make just little headway towards the shore.  He was rapidly being carried downstream, while his companions were doing all they could to render him assistance.  By a great effort the unfortunate man came within about twenty feet of the shore and a pole was pushed out into the stream for him to catch hold of.  He was nearly exhausted, but with a desperate struggle he tried to reach the pole but failed, and being completely overcome by his hard battle for life and chilled by the cold water, poor James Hawkins was obliged to yield to the inevitable and sank back into a watery grave.  Searching parties were immediately organized, but on account of the high water, their efforts have been without success.  A party from this place, composed of Stephen Jennings, Chas. Hawkins, N.M. Cook, John Hoyt and Elvil Fairchilds, left Monday for the scene of the accident, and everything will be done to recover the body.

Mr. Hawkins was one of our best citizens; quiet, unobtrusive, never meddling with the affairs of others, he has won the confidence and respect of all.  His sudden demise, together with the terrible manner in which he came to his death, has cast a gloom over the entire community.  Deceased leaves a wife, who is nearly distracted with grief, besides a large circle of relatives and friends to mourn his loss, which will be deeply felt.  His age was 46 years.

Body Recovered
Sidney Record, May 5, 1887

After lying five months and twelve days in the Susquehanna river, the body of Mr. James Hawkins was discovered last Sunday, about half a mile above Sidney, in a bennekill, or offshoot of the river, which runs thro' the Artles property.

While boating last Sunday noon, three of H.B. Daniels' boys happened up in that neighborhood, when Lee Daniels saw a pair of heavy boots sticking out of the water.  Approaching closer, they could see the outlines of a man's body in the water.  The boys very sensibly decided to leave it alone, and quickly rowed back home to report to their father.  Mr. Daniels notified Leroy Smith and the two proceeded to the scene.  They lifted the body into the boat, and landed it on Otsego bank of the river, a few rods above the toll bridge. The body was cleaned, and was found to be in a fair state of preservation, considering the length of time it had been drifting about.  Mr. Burrell, who works under Foreman Wood in the O.&W. yard, recognized the dead man's features as being those of James Hawkins.  Burrell was working on the new bridge at Well's Bridge at the time Hawkins fell into the water.  But aside from this, everything indicated that the long lost body had been found. The heavy boots, his overalls, letters in his pocket addressed to him, a plan of the pier on which he was working at the time of his death, his home-made red flannel shirt and stockings, left no room for doubt that the remains were those of James Hawkins, who was drowned near Well's Bridge on the 18th day of last November.

Word was sent to the Coroner in Oneonta, to justices Sweet and Jennings of Unadilla, and to Mrs. Hawkins in Afton.  Mrs. Hawkins, accompanied by her two brothers-in-law Charles and John Hawkins, other relatives and friends, reached Sidney on No. 2, Monday morning and iimmediately proceeded to the river bank.  They promptly identified the remains.  The most conclusive proof, however, was established by Charles and John Hawkins, brothers of the deceased.  Charles stated that 30 years ago, while chopping wood, James cut a deep gash just below his ankle, on the inside of his right foot. They said that if the scar was visible on the body, the last vestige of doubt would be removed from their minds. The scar was there and plainly visible.

Justice Jennings, of Unadilla, also appeared on the scene as Coroner, but wisely decided not to hold any inquest, deeming that under the circumstances it was wholly unnecessary. The remains were then placed in care of Undertaker Winsor. The body was tidily dressed and put in a casket, and a team took it to Afton, where the funeral, with appropriate ceremonies, was held Monday afternoon.

Mrs. Hawkins earnestly desired to see the remains of her unfortunate husband, but her kinsmen urged her to change her purpose, and their wiser counsels prevailed.  The family are deeply grateful for the kindness and attention shown by the people of Sidney, and return their deepest thanks for the same.  Another touching circumstance occurred which illustrates the general public sympathy for the afflicted family. When the two brothers went to Funeral Direction Winsor to pay the funeral expenses, they were surprised to learn that everything was paid for and that there was no bill there against them or any of the family.  It seems that Messrs. Pratt & Lockwood, the contractors for whom Mr. Hawkins was working at the time of his death, had called and generously paid the bill.  It was an act of noble charity.

Afton Enterprise, May 6, 1887

It will be remembered by the readers of the Enterprise, and by all residents throughout this section, that Mr. James Hawkins, of Afton [Chenango Co., NY] was drowned by falling from a bridge at Wells' Bridge, upon which he was at work, on the eighteenth day of November last.  Although diligent search was made at that time, the body was not found, probably owing to the swollen condition of the river when the accident occurred.

As time passed on and no report was heard of the finding of the body, it was generally believed that it would never be found; that the river would never give up its dead.  Last Sunday afternoon, however, report reached this village that the body of a man, answering the description given of Mr. Hawkins had been found in the river at Sidney [Delaware Co., NY].  Believing that the body might possibly be that of our unfortunate fellow townsmen, Mr. Z. Tarble, of this village, drove to Sidney, and after examining the clothing, papers, etc., concluded that it was Mr. Hawkins. As nothing could be done that day, further investigations were postponed until the following morning, at which time Mr. Z. Tarble, J.W. and Chas. Hawkins, the last two named brothers of the deceased, and Messrs. Pratt and Lockwood, the bridge contractors, accompanied by an Enterprise scribe, visited Sidney.

The party was met at the depot by Coroner Church, of Oneonta, who had been notified, and at once repaired to the place where the body was lying, and upon inquiry the following facts were learned:  Sunday morning between 11 and 12 o'clock as Leon J. Daniels, a young man living just above the village of Sidney in the town of Unadilla, was out rowing on the river, he saw a pair of boots sticking out of the water near the shore, and going nearer discovered the body of a man.  Obtaining help the body was taken from the river on the Otsego side, and afterwards removed to a point just above the toll bridge at Sidney.  The town authorities were notified, the clothing was removed and the body placed in a boat filled with water, to await identification.  It was impossible to recognize the body by the face as the mustache and part of the hair on the head had been washed out, besides being terribly jammed.  The clothing was recognized as that worn by Mr. Hawkins at the time he was drowned.  By papers found in the pockets and by a scar on the inside of his right foot, the body was identified as that of James Hawkins beyond a shadow of a doubt.

A casket was obtained and the remains placed therein and brought to Afton, and deposited in Glenwood cemetery.  The body had been in the water for about five and one-half months, and was in a remarkably good state of preservation.  It had floated nearly nine and one-half miles down the river.  It was supposed that Mr. Hawkins had about $10 or $15  in money on his person when he was drowned, but only one cent was found.  His account book was also missing, and the money and book were probably lost in the river.

After considering the circumstances connected with the case, Coroner church very wisely concluded that it was not necessary to hold an inquest.  Thus the second scene in this sad affair is ended.  It has recalled the heartfelt sorrow that prevailed in our community last November, and has brought to mind again the terrible manner by which an honored and respected citizen came to his death.

Death Notices

The Freeman's Journal, Cooperstown, NY, February 23, 1850

Died in Maryland, Otsego Co., Jan. 4, after a severe illness which was borne with exemplary patience,  Miss Cynthia [Chamberlain], daughter of Claudine Chamberlain, aged 24 years.  The deceased in early life became a subject of redeeming grace, and died in hope of a glorious immortality beyond the grave.

Madison County Whig, September 25, 1850

Died of Consumption in this village [Cazenovia, Madison Co., NY], on the 7th inst., at the residence of H. VanDrieson, Miss Gertrude VanSyke, aged 27.

Died in this village [Cazenovia, Madison Co., NY] on the 17th inst., Hon. Justin Dwinelle, aged 65 years.  Locating in this place in 1811, he has ever since been identified with the interest of our community.  Few men have enjoyed a larger share of public confidence.  Possessed of quiet and unobtrusive manners, of superior intelligence of mind, of the most uncompromising integrity and of great purity of character, he has ever retained the highest respect and unqualified friendship of all who knew him. Expressing himself even in the hour of his departure, as relying alone upon the merits of the Savior for salvation, he has gone to the land where the "weary are at rest."

John C. Stoughton of the 114th NY Infantry- 1863

Corporal John G. Stoughton

Chenango American, Greene, NY, July 23, 1863

Letter from the 114th Regiment

Before Port Hudson, LA, Monday, June 29, 1868

....You have e'er this reaches you, received a list of the killed, wounded and missing, through official sources, and I will not undertake to furnish names.  I will speak of only one of the members of Co. E, Corporal John Stoughton who has been missing since the fight of Sunday, and who, it is feared, fell upon that fatal field.  The last seen of him, he was loading and firing from the cover of a stump and probably fell at that point; though no trace of him has been found.  He is missed from the ranks of his company, where he was very much esteemed. When our people removed the dead from the field, the features of the fallen had so changed, and the stench was so intolerable, that a search could not be made with any success, and they were buried will all that their pockets contained that would help recognize them.

Letter From the 114th Regiment

Chenango American, Greene, NY, July 30, 1863

We are glad to learn that John G. Stoughton was not killed in the battle at Port Hudson on the 14th ult., as we noticed last week.  He was taken a prisoner.  We are permitted to publish the following letter from him.

Donaldsonville, La., July 11, 1863

Dear Sister:  I received yours of May 3d, while encamped in the woods near Port Hudson and begin to think it about time to answer it.  You will excuse me this time I guess, when you hear what tedious times I have had for the last three weeks.

We were called up about one o'clock on the morning of June 14th, and marched around to the left.  Just as we got there the fight commenced.  The 4th Wis., 28th Conn., and 91st N.Y., deployed as skirmishers and charged on the fort.  Payne's Brigade and our Brigade were to support them, but it was an awful place to charge, logs, ravines, pitfalls slightly covered with brush, and the steady and terrible storm of bullets and buckshot made it slow work, and by the time the 114th charged up the slope, the ground was covered with the dead and wounded.  Col. Smith was mortally wounded, Capt. Tucker killed, and when Lieut. Searles, (being in command of the Regiment) rallied us for the last charge I thought the chances rather against me, but determined to reach the parapet of the fort unless ordered to halt by a bullet.  Of all that started I believe I was the only one that jumped into the moat unhurt; but as it appeared I jumped out of the frying pan into the fire, for the works were so constructed that the rebels could rake the moat form several directions.  After jumping into the moat I was completely at the mercy of the enemy as they could put bullets at me from several directions.  I ran up into a corner where I thought to be tolerably safe, and calculated to wait until a sufficient force came on, and then charge over the parapet with them, but they did not appear.  Here I found a dozen men and a Lieut, who being badly wounded and at the mercy of forty rebels, had surrendered.  They ordered me to sit down and keep still or they would all be shot.  I thought under the circumstances "discretion the better part of valor," and therefore laid down and went to sleep.  About 11 A.M. our forces had withdrawn and the Rebels leveled a sufficient number of rifles at our heads and bade us walk in, which we did with the best possible grace.  After relieving us (about forty) of our extra side arms and accoutrements, they marched us up to the Provost Marshals Office, took our descriptive list and marched into a six sided enclosure built of spiles some twenty feet high.  Here we found about thirty prisoners taken previous to this fight.  They welcomed us very cordially and gave us corn to eat, that being all the provision present at the time.  We were reinforced in the course of the day by ten or twelve more, but there was not a man from the 114th in the whole crowd except your humble servant, and therefore I had the responsibility of representing that glorious regiment, and of course I did it to the best of my ability.

After a few days they took us uptown near the headquarters of Gen. Gardner, and put us in a room not a quarter large enough; the windows were barred up sufficient to keep out the fresh air, and we had nothing to lie upon but the bare brick floor.  If it had not been for our faith in Banks and our spunk, the time would have passed rather slowly. As there was nothing to sit upon, the officers in charge of us very considerately gave us permission to get a couple of benches from the church, and I made up my bed after that on one of them.  Being destitute of dishes, having left my things in camp, I had to borrow of the more fortunate.  After a while I bought a plate, made a wooden spoon, and happening to have some Confederate treasury notes, I bought a rebel blanket, price $5, and then considered myself fixed.  We were divided into 4 squads of 21 each and a cook appointed from each.  They were allowed to go out doors under guard to cook.  Our regular rations now consisted of sour meal made into what we called mush, or hasty pudding, and molasses for breakfast, beans or stock peas (I believe they are raised only for mules and cattle) and a little salt junk for dinner and mush for supper.  We also made corn coffee and parched corn whenever the commissary would condescend to give us any corn to parch.  You may think this rather light rations, but we had no exercise at all and we kept our health to a man, but came out looking not quite so dark colored as when we were marching up and down the Teche last spring.

After a few days, the rations began to decrease, and from 28 pounds of meal a day we were reduced to 15, and the beef disappeared altogether.  We expected Gen. Banks in on the 4th, sure, but were disappointed; but we knew they could not hold out much longer. The rebel officers offered to parole us, but we concluded we would stay with them and help them eat their scanty fodder. The sick, wounded and missing now averaged 100 per day, the beef and bacon had failed, and the news of the capture of Vicksburg, all combined, induced Gen. Gardner on the 8th to send out a flag of truce and negotiate a surrender.

We were set at liberty at 5 A.M., July 9th, and I immediately found myself on one of the transports that had come down from their anchorage a few miles above, putting down the beef steak, cold ham, bread, coffee, etc., at a rate not to be beat in this department.  After satisfying the terrible cravings of my stomach, I with considerable difficulty got up the bluff to witness the surrender of 4,000 rebels and then began to look for Weitzel's old brigade and the 114th, which I soon found.  Many were the exclamations of surprise at seeing me alive as I afterwards found the report had been circulated that I was dead and buried.  I found all the boys in our company alive, but some 10 wounded.

At 5 P.M. Weitzel's division, consisting of our brigade and 4 others, embarked on steamers and landed here yesterday morning at 8 o'clock.  Gen Taylor, taking advantage of the absence of our troops had got reinforcements and captured Brashear City (knapsacks and all) and the country from there up beyond Lafourche, and tried to take the fort at this place but was repulsed by the brave little garrison consisting of only 2 companies and a few convalescents of the 26th Maine.  The rebels are only a few miles down the Bayou, said to be fortifying.  I don't anticipate much of a fight, but think Warner, will bag the whole of them.  We will probably go down to Thibodaux and Brashear and retake those places.

Since landing here we have pitched into the green corn, tomatoes and other vegetables at a rate that would probably astonish the natives if there were any around. We are having jolly good times now, and I think fasting 3 or 4 weeks has done me good.  My appetite is rather hard to satisfy, but I shall get down onto my feed after a while, I think we are having nice cool weather now, and are enjoying life hugely.

I almost forgot to say the rebels killed a few mules to eat for a few days before the surrender, and of course I ate a little, just to be in fashion.  It was first rate, a great deal better than poor Texas beef.

Well, I am getting short of paper and must close.  Give my respects to all inquiring friends.  Hoping the downfall of Vicksburg and Port Hudson will have a crushing effect on this miserable war,  I remain your affectionate brother.  John C. Stoughton

Obituary

Chenango American, Greene, NY, December 31, 1871

John C. Stoughton, a well known and respected citizen of this village [Greene, Chenango Co., NY], died at his mother's residence on Thursday night of last week, after a short illness of one week.  He had been engaged in the carpenter business, and about ten days previous to his death had worked in the rain, assisting to raise the frame of a house.  It was there that he probably contracted pneumonia, the disease that ended his earthly career.  It is said that he was rather presumptuous in not calling a physician until two days after being confined to his bed, thinking, no doubt, that he had only a hard cold, thus allowing this insidious disease to fasten firmly its death dealing power upon his lungs, baffling the skill of his physician and the care of gentle nursing.  Mr. Stoughton was a quiet, unassuming man, and an honorable, upright citizen.  He left this world with the friendship of many, and the enmity of none.

Mr. Stoughton was a veteran of the late war, and as a defender of the Union his manhood and patriotism shone out in their brightest luster.  As a soldier he was one who deserved more than he received.  He was faithful and true, and his bravery was beyond question.  He was not one of those who sing their own praises, but he was always to be found at the post of duty.  Whether that duty required him to face the pitiless storms of winter, or the shock of battle, it was bravely and uncomplainingly performed, and that he came out of the fiery ordeal with a noble record and a clear conscious is much to his credit.  In Pellet's history of the 114th Regiment, to which our friend belonged, we find a short sketch of his career during those dark days which we deem worthy of publication, as follows:

"John C. Stoughton was born in Greene, N.Y., December 26, 1840.  His parents were John and Mary Stoughton. At an early age he had acquired a fair education, and later, became a mechanic.  When Company E was organized, he aided in recruiting its ranks and was appointed a Corporal.  He soon advanced to the position of Sergeant, and at the first vacancy thereafter, appointed Orderly, or Frist Sergeant.  On the 27th of March, 1865, he was mustered as First Lieutenant.  Lieutenant Stoughton was always a good soldier. At the fatal charge at Port Hudson, on the 14th of June, 1863, he was one of the few who went over the rebel works, and fell into Confederate hands. The only ration issued to him for some days was four ears of corn per day, as an allowance for 24 hours.  He afterwards was supplied with mule meat, which he still protests was "first-rate eating," for the kind.  The Confederates offered him a release on parole, but he declined saying "the rest of the Yankees will be here in a few days.  His prediction was verified, and on the 9th of July, he was privileged to rejoin his company, when he learned, to his surprise, that he had been dead and buried for three weeks.  Such was the report that had found credence.  Again, at Cedar Creek, Virginia, he was captured while engaged in "picking off" rebels, but escaped by aid of the deception of a rebel hat and blanket, and rejoined his company the day following.  Lieutenant Stoughton was in every engagement of his regiment, and his military history is replete with adventure and his record an honorable one."

Of his immediate family, a wife, son and daughter survive him.  With their deep sorrow at the loss of the loved one, how crushing must this blow fall upon the venerable head of his mother--a mother who leaned her rich love upon an only son.  But the taps have sounded and he has gone to joint he great army above, and is now in the presence of the Grand Commander whose banners are emblazoned with immortality.

The funeral took place at the old homestead on Jackson street, Sunday afternoon at 2:30 o'clock, Rev. Alex H. Rogers officiating; burial at Sylvan Lawn. A large number of citizens were present, as well as large delegation from Banks Post G.A.R., and Ocean Engine co. organizations of which the deceased had long been a member, testifying their respect for the heroic life of the dead.

Obituaries (January 24)

Justin Dwinelle

Madison County Whig, September 25, 1850

Died, on Tuesday the 17th inst. Justin Dwinelle, aged 65, after a prolonged and painful illness.  Judge Dwinelle was born in Shaftsbury, Vermont; graduated at Yale College 1808, and shortly after located in this place [Cazenovia, Madison Co., NY], and for a period of more than 40 years occupied a large space in the community in which he lived, and became intimately identified with the legal business and political history of the town and county in which he moved.  By the legal profession he was esteemed a most worthy member, and had the respect and kindly feelings of all with whom he mingled. At different periods of his long and useful life, he filled in turn the honorable stations of District Attorney, First judge of the county, member of assembly and member of the House of Representatives in Congress; and in whatever station he occupied discharged its various and arduous duties with a distinguished ability and honesty of purpose seldom surpassed.  In private life had few superiors. As a husband and father, he was kind, affectionate and indulgent.  As a neighbor, obliging, confiding and faithful; and in the discharge of all the varied duties of life, for honesty and integrity of purpose, above reproach.  For a few of the last years of his life disease had so preyed upon his constitution that he was withdrawn from active duties and confined to the circle of his family and friends.  His demise tho not unlooked for, has cast a gloom over the county in which he lived, and caused a void not soon to be filled.  We mourn his loss, yet not as one without hoe.

 

Elihu Phinney

Freeman's Journal, January 30, 1863

Death of Elihu Phinney.  Another of the aged men of Cooperstown [Otsego Co., NY], whose family name has been identified with this place from its early settlement, has passed away.  Mr. Phinney was born at Canaan, Columbia co., N.Y., July 1, 1785.  He was therefore in his 78th year.  He was first taken ill on the 25th of November, and after having partially rallied from a severe attack, took finally to his bed on the 9th of December; from that time until his death--which seems to have resulted chiefly from pulmonary disease--he was unable to sit up, and remained in a comparatively helpless state.  On Monday morning last (after having passed three unusually comfortable days) he experience a sudden change, being seized with violent pain and laborious breathing, which continued with slight intermission during the day terminating his life at 11 o'clock in the evening.  His last moments were calm and peaceful, and his mental faculties unimpaired. 

 

Judge Phinney, father of the deceased, came to this county in the winter of 1795, bringing his family with him. As he stated in his own paper, "he penetrated a wilderness, and broke a track through a deep snow, with six teams."  He established a book store and printing office, and was the pioneer Editor and Publisher of the country west of Albany--a man of sound judgment and sparkling wit.  He was succeeded in business by his sons Henry and Elihu, and after the death of the father in 1850, the book store was continued by Elihu--he retaining an interest in the business until his death.  He was better known to a large number of our readers, and especially to the old residents, than to the writer of this brief obituary.  He was a man of great industry and untiring energy, as the fruits of which he left a handsome estate to his heirs.

 

Lucia Williams

Afton Enterprise, March 30, 1905

Mrs. Lucia Williams, the wife of Andrew Williams, died at her home in the town of Afton [Chenango Co., NY], March 17, 1905.  She was born August 8, 1831.  The loss of our dear sister is deeply felt in this place, but we hear from the lips of her many friends the same beautiful words, "God has taken His own to Himself."  She has gone home.  She now lives in one of those beautiful homes our Saviour went to prepare for us.  The longing of her soul is now satisfied.  Its ideal realized. Today she dwells among kindred spirits, loving and beloved.  She is now in the midst of all things lovely. The life of our dear sister was more than praiseworthy.  She was so patient and so kind.  Her life, her soul were so full of Jesus.  Her bible was her chart.  She followed that chart until she dropped the anchor in the beautiful harbor of heaven.  What a beautiful life she lived, what a beautiful death she died.  How worthy of imitation.  Her children who were so faithful, so kind and true to mother, will at their death know where to find her, for mother is in heaven.  Father and mother will now be joined in their home above.  Mr. Williams died some five years ago, both are buried in Glenwood cemetery, Afton, N.Y. They leave six children:  Mrs. Horatio French, north Sanford, N.Y.; John Williams, Sanford, N.Y.; Mrs. Fannie Yaple, Afton, N.Y.; Almond Williams, Afton, N.Y.; Floyd Williams, North Sanford, N.Y.; Mrs. William Cole, Oswego, N.Y. The funeral services were held at the home.  Rev. Frank A. Matteson, pastor of the north Sanford M.E. church officiated.  F.A.M.

 

Death Notices

Freeman's Journal, July 9, 1852

 

At Laurens [Otsego Co. N.Y.], on the 4th July Hiram H. Keyes, son of Harvey and Margaret Keyes, aged 12 years, 9 months and 25 days.

 

At Oneonta [Otsego Co., NY], June 22d, Roe McDonald, aged 25 years.  He was a young man of good promise, possessing many estimable qualities.