Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, December 5, 1860
Married: STILES - CONEY: In this village [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY], on the 16th? ultimo by Rev. Mr. -?-, Otis? B. Stiles to Miss Louisa A. Coney, all of this village.
Married: MEAD - WATERMAN: In Oxford [Chenango Co., NY], Nov. 1st by Rev. J.W. -?-, -?- Mead to Miss Catharine Waterman, all of Oxford.
Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, December 12, 1860
Married: GIBSON - BOYNTON:: At the residence of the bride's father, December 4th, by Rev. J.M. Crandall, Robert T. Gibson, of Plymouth to Miss Emily C. Boynton, of Smyrna [Chenango Co., NY].
Died: KENYON: In Ira, Cayuga Co. [NY], Dec. 1st, of congestion, Mrs. Betsy Kenyon, widow of Rev. B.B. Kenyon and daughter of Hezekiah Brown, Esq., of Norwich, N.Y., aged 67 years.
Sudden Death: We learn that Enos Shranger of Delhi [Delaware Co., NY] died suddenly at Cannonsville [Delaware Co., NY] at which place he was working on the 22d of November, under circumstances that awakened suspicions that he had been poisoned. His body was removed to his father's house in Delhi, and an inquest and postmortem examination were held on Tuesday of last week. We have not learned the result.
Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, December 19, 1860
Died: COATS: Died at the residence of his father, Harris Coats, Esq., in Pharsalia [Chenango Co., NY], on the 7th Nov. ult., Mr. David F. Coats, aged 32 years. We miss thee dear David, we miss thee, / The home of thy childhood is drear, / Since the star that has left us, / To illume a holier sphere. / We long! O, we long for thy presence / Our homes, once so cherished and bright, / Bereft of the dear one we cherished, / Is shrouded in darkness and night.
We do indeed mourn that we must be deprived thus early of the society of our friend David. Fondly we loved him as one of those bright beings whose presence ever sheds the light of love and consolation over all that chance to come within their sphere. He was ever gentle, ever kind, and could by his uniform cheerfulness and kindness make home a paradise. Yes, we may well mourn that David has left our earthly homes. Yet could we wish him back to endure the cares and anxieties of life? Ah, methinks not one of us that loved him would say come back. He hath passed from death into life, and we should rejoice that his immortal spirit is in the land of the blest. But while his gentle spirit still lingered with earthly friends, he bid them an affectionate adieu, with a request that they would meet him in heaven. Dearest David, we do not wish thee back, but may thy gentle influence like the dew of heaven descend upon us, that we may, like thee, lead a life of purity and when our earthly pilgrimage shall cease, be able to realize thy last fond request, to meet thee "Where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest." Pharsalia, Nov. 13, 1860 A.W.
Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, December 26, 1`860
Married: BROOKS - BAIRD: On the 2d inst. at Johnstown Pennsylvania, by Rev. John Williams, George Brooks, formerly of this village [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY] to Miss Mary L. Baird, both of Salem, Ohio.
Happenings of the Times - Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, December 19, 1860
An Interview with Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln
Rev. T.L. Cuyler writes to the Evangelist concerning an interview with the President elect and his wife, at Chicago. He says: After seeing how freely the people gathered at Mr. Lincoln's parlor door, and how familiarly they knocked thereat, I took the liberty of sending my card, and was invited very promptly to his apartments. As soon as I entered, the "man with the patriarch's name" stood before me, not quite so thin as Barnum's live skeleton--but certainly quite tall and lank enough for gracefulness. he does not look like the melancholy prints in the shop windows. Homely as he is (that is the very word, homely, a plain, homespun, home-loving, unpretending character) his face is not unattractive. His eye is good. His hair glossy. His voice has a clean cut distinctness that must make him a pleasant public speaker. His manner is exceedingly genial. He grasped my hand warmly, put me at ease by a cordial recognition, and led me at once to the other side of the room, where sat a refined and not unhandsome lady, whom I soon found was "the little woman down the street" to whom he first made known the news of his nomination last spring. "Here, my dear, is ---," was his homely introduction; and I was domesticated at once. She will do the honors of the White House, I doubt not, gracefully. They seemed a whose souled, unpretending couple, chatted cordially about churches, pastors, &c, &c., and did not betray the slightest sense of having lost their balance by sudden promotion. Of Mr. Lincoln, the politician I say nothing. But Lincoln, the man, I was delighted with.
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