Died: In Plymouth [Chenango Co., NY], on the 20th inst., Benjamin F. Holcomb, son of Mr. John Holcomb, aged 3 years and 9 months. [Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, January 1, 1840]
Died: In Galveston (Texas) October 28th, with the Yellow Fever, Mr. Augustus C. Hinkley, formerly of this village [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY], aged 27 years. [Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, nY, January 8, 1840]
Married: In Smyrna [Chenango Co., NY], on the 6th inst., by Jacob Hecox, Esq., Henry H. Willcox, to Miss Marion Purdie, all of that town. [Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, January 15, 1840]
Married: In Norwich [Chenango Co., NY], on the evening of the 15th inst., by the Rev. L.A. Barrows, Mr. Marenus Janes, of Plymouth [Chenango Co., NY] to Miss Mary Dunkin of North Norwich. [Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, January 22, 1840]
Died: In this village [Norwich, Chenango Co., NY], on Friday morning last, Harriet Platt [Sanford], daughter of Augustus Sanford, aged two years. [Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, February 5, 1840]
Died: In Preston [Chenango Co., NY], suddenly, on the 31 inst. Miss A. Eliza Fletcher, aged 23 years. "Another loved one from our earth, / Has passed death's shadowy strand; / And gone to grasp the mysteries / That throng the spirit land." [Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, February 12, 1840]
Married: In Plymouth [Chenango Co., NY], on the 19th inst. by the Rev. L.H. Stanley, Mr. Marcus P. Harrington, of Pitcher [Chenango Co., NY] to Miss Lois M. Murdock of the former place. [Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, February 26, 1840]
Fatal Accident: We are called upon to record a most heart rending calamity which befel Elijah Beardsley, son of Parrick Beardsley, Esq. of this town, aged 18 years, on Wednesday, of last week, the particulars of which, so far as we have learned them, are substantially as follows: While Mr. Beardsley and his son were engaged in drawing hay, the latter with a yoke of oxen, and when descending a hill, the son in the rear and the father in advance, the road being narrow and the snow deep. The son, who was obliged to walk in front of the cattle, was heard to cry "Whoa." On looking back, he discovered that his son was missing, he went immediately back to the load of hay and team which he was driving, and on examination, found him completely doubled up under the back part of the sled containing the load of hay; his efforts to relieve his condition, being alone, were totally unavailing; he at the same time, not knowing whether his son was dead or alive. What must have been the feelings of a father placed in such a situation? Language is too inadequate to express them; better are they imagined than described. Mr. Beardsley, after having ascertained his son to be a corpse, went some distance for assistance, and having extricated him, who was but a few moments previous enjoying the sweets of life, found his neck and right thigh broken, and other parts of the body injured. It is supposed he must have fallen down, become entangled by the feet of the cattle, and thus drawn under the sled, when his right foot caught upon one of the beams of the sled, which drew his leg over his right shoulder. Delaware Ex. [Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, January 29, 1840]
Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, January 15, 1840
Death of the Editor
The painful duty devolves upon us of announcing to our friends and patrons, the death of the Editor of this paper, Mr. Elias P. Pellet, who died on Wednesday morning last, aged 36. For a year past Mr. P. had been in a delicate state of health, but not until within the short period of less than three months, did his disease (consumption) assume a malignant aspect, which threatened to baffle the exertions of the most skillful in the medical profession, and as it is shown, that scourge had fastened its deadly fangs in too deep a hold, to be released by any powers of the humankind. For eleven years, in health and out of health, in days of political darkness and political sunshine, out of prosperity and in prosperity, has he served the Whigs of this county faithfully and truly, always at his post, battling against the myrmidons of a tyrannical Executive, and contending with all his energies for the rights of his party, the constitution and laws. No menace intimidating, he discharged his duty without fear or favor, boldly and manfully, relying upon the strength of a good cause, to bear him safely over the raging billows of the political ocean. But ours is not the task, not are our editorials the province of his eulogy; yet we may be excused in extracting the following obituary notice, which appeared in Saturday's Albany evening journal:
Death of the Editor of the Chenango Telegraph
We are deeply pained today with intelligence which consigns an early and cherished friend to the grave. Elias P. Pellet, Editor of the Chenango Telegraph, died at Norwich [Chenango Co., NY], in the thirty-sixth year of his age, on Wednesday. This melancholy result has been for some weeks anticipated. Promontories of an alarming nature were discovered early in the autumn. These soon took the form of a decided pulmonary disease, and for the last two months his friends have not been permitted to hope for his recovery.
We have known Mr. Pellet intimately from his early youth. Twenty years since, when we published a paper in Norwich, the deceased, in his boyhood, was residing near the village on his father's farm. He had an unquenchable thirst for information, and used to devote his leisure hours and evenings to the reading of "exchange papers" in our office. He soon expressed a desire to acquire a knowledge of the "art preservative of all arts," and actually became a very good printer, by working at night, while the day was devoted to his agricultural duties. About twelve years ago Mr. Pellet became the Editor and Publisher of the Chenango Telegraph, to which he has devoted himself with untiring industry and singular ability.
Few men were more familiar with the political history of the last twenty years. Few have labored more zealously, and none with a patriotism more unalloyed, than our departed friend. He was of an ardent temperament, and in the heart of a conflict, wrote with earnestness and severity. But he never gave his paper, his talents, or himself, to any cause but that which he believed would promote the welfare of the People and advance the glory of the State.
The People of Chenango have lost a faithful and efficient guardian of their rights and interests. The public Press has lost one of its brightest ornaments. We have lost a much-loved friend, the recollection of whose services and virtues will not soon be effaced from our memory.
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