Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, April 7, 1841
Died: In Plymouth [Chenango Co., NY], on the 30th ult., Henry Cook, son of Almon Cook, aged 4 years.
Casualty: A man named Conrad Crook, was killed in this village [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY] on Monday afternoon. He was engaged with other laborers in pulling down the leaser portion of a dwelling house, owned by Judge York, when a part of the roof fell, striking his head and breast, and crushing him literally to pieces. He was taken up senseless, and lived but a few moments after the accident occurred. He was confined here on the limits, and had a family living in Bainbridge [Chenango Co., NY]. We were not personally acquainted with Mr. Crook, but understand that he was a man of good character and industrious habits.
Body Found: Last winter, we copied an article from the Owego Advertiser, [Tioga Co., NY] announcing the sudden disappearance of a young girl, during the night, from the house of an inhabitant of that village. It would appear from that statement that she professed the Roman Catholic religion, but living with a protestant family, and receiving instruction in the scriptures, she abjured her former faith--a circumstance that displeased the Irish in the neighborhood. It was thought by the Advertiser, or stated as a possibility, that the Catholics were instrumental in her removal, whether with cause or not, we are unable to say. At the time, we imagined the strictures upon this class of citizens, and ultra comment upon their faith, entirely too harsh and uncalled for--for to hold a sect accountable for an individual deed, conceding that she was forcibly removed by one of her countrymen, is neither politic nor just; rather by persuasion and argument, convince them of the fallacy of their creed, and by kind advice--by enlightening their minds, induce them to discard their own erroneous doctrine, and embrace the principles of true Christianity. We have not seen it stated that any information has been received at Owego of her since she disappeared. The last Susquehanna (Pa.) Register publishes on the information of a correspondent, residing at Skinner's Eddy, Luzerne Co., a paragraph, stating that the body of a female, apparently between 18 and 20 years of age, had been found floating in the river at that place. A description of her dress is given and her features described; so if they correspond with those of the girl that left Owego, the identity of the person will be established. It was supposed by the Jury of Inquest that she was murdered and thrown into the river for concealment.
Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, April 14, 1860
Died: In this village [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY], on Wednesday, the 7th inst., after a short, but severe illness, Mrs. Anor Pellet, wife of Mr. John Pellet, aged 42 years.
Died: On the 8th inst. of the Scarlet Fever, Caroline Vernette [Bread], only child of Wm. R. Bread, aged 1 year and 5 days.
Last week we gave an account of a body found floating in the Susquehanna river, and stated it as a probability that it was the corpse of Jane McAllister, who disappeared from Owego [Tioga Co., NY] last November. That statement is confirmed. She was bro't to Owego and an inquest was held. It is the opinion that she was murdered.
The President's Death: The most painful apprehensions of yesterday are realized. President Harrison is no more. The shadow of death has passed over the glory and gladness of the Nation. The hopes of an exulting People are crushed by the inexorable decree of an overruling Providence. the hand of the Almighty Chastener has been made visible to all eyes. Human Pride stands rebuked in the presence of this dark Messenger--Death. We shall attempt no eulogy upon the departed. The virtues and services of his life praise him. The sympathies of a grateful people that joyously thronged around his inauguration attend him to the Tomb. Ambition may envy such a death. Without a stain upon the purity of his public or private fame, he passes to an immortality where temptation, sin and error cannot reach him. Our regrets at this National bereavement are all for the living. To them we dedicate our sympathy. With them we mourn this irreparable loss.
[Note: William Henry Harrison died 4 April 1841, only 31 days after his inauguration as the 9th president of the United States. He was the first president to die in office and the shortest service U.S. president in history.]
Chenango American, Norwich, NY, April 21, 1841
Grave Robbed: A man named Jackson, died in this village [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY] on Monday last week, and on the succeeding day was interred in the village yard. During the night his remains were removed, by whom it is not known. A reward of $50 has been offered by a citizen for the detection of the robbers. It is a States' Prison offence, and it is hoped that the soulless perpetrator or perpetrators may be brought to punishment. There is something in a deed like this, that bears brutality on its face, and he who is so lost to moral accountability as to disturb the repose of the dead, is unfit to associate with his kind.
Chenango American, Norwich, NY, November 7, 1860
Married: WARNER - CLARK: In the city of Lyons, Iowa at the residence of the bride's father on Tuesday morning Oct. 16th by Rev. Daniel Clark, Charles W. Warner of the firm of "Collins & Warner," to Miss Mary P. Clark, eldest daughter of the officiating clergyman, all of Lyon.
Died: ELDREDGE: In this village [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY] on Wednesday Oct. 7, Charles H. Eldredge, aged 5 years and five months, youngest son of Mrs. E.M. Eldredge.
Our Sarah - by Anna Nevins: Yes, we once had a Sarah, a fair, gentle creature--too fair, too fragile, to brave earth's rude storms. Yet she was so young, only sixteen short summers had passed over her head ere she laid down the burden of life and went home. We loved her much, yet that could not save her. She was a poetess of rare talent for one so young and oh how proud we were of her and with what pleasure we looked forward to the time when she would take her place amid the poets of our land--But God had other plans than ours, and ours be nipped in the bud. While we, looking with such pride upon her, were making her our idol, consumption, that fell destroyer, fastened its deadly fangs upon her. We saw it in the hacking cough, the hectic flush on her usually pale cheek and the strange light in her eye. Yet still we cherished the fond hope that she was recovering--that she would soon be with us again--until conviction fastened itself upon us and we knew that she must die. Yet it was so hard to give her up. We saw her failing day by day never complaining although slowly, but surely passing from us. At times one of those deceitful lulls came on and then we thought that she was recovering, and hope whispered bright dreams for the future. But alas! It was but a brief respite, and ere long she was called away. It was a calm, still evening, the setting sun threw its golden rays upon the coach where she was lying and formed a halo of light over her head. We gathered around her to receive the farewell kiss, her low, melodious voice whispered us, "Good bye dear friends, do not weep for me for I am only going home." And must she pass through the dark valley alone! No, not alone for she leaned confidingly upon the arm of her Saviour and sweetly sank to rest. While we weep for her we know that our loss is her gain, for she has left a world of care and sorrow and is at rest where we hope to meet her again, never more to part.
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