Chenango Telegraph, Norwich, NY, February 24, 1876
Marriages
CURTIS -GREENLEAF: At the house of D.S. Lord in Pharsalia [Chenango Co. NY], Feb. 1, by Rev. W.D. Fox, Mr. Squire I. Curtis of Pitcher [Chenango Co. NY] and Miss Lizzie Greenleaf of Pharsalia.
KENYON - PARKER: In Otselic [Chenango Co. NY], at the residence of the bride's father by W. R. Calkins, Esq. Mr. John M. Kenyon of Woodstock [Ulster Co. NY] to Elmore C. Parker of Otsego [Otsego Co. NY].
Deaths
COOLIGAN: In this village [Norwich, Chenango Co. NY], Feb. 19 after a long and painful illness, Hanora [Cooligan] wife of Luke Cooligan aged 45 years.
CRANDALL: In this town [Chenango Co. NY], Feb. 20, after a brief illness, Prudence [Crandall] wife of Joseph Crandall aged 67 years.
Once more the fell destroyer / Has winded to earth this night, / And cast upon our care of / His cold and icy blight.
One whom we loved is silent / That form in quiet death / But up above to heaven / Her soul in triumph flies.
For years she's waited patient / To join her loved ones there / At last her Saviour called her / To live among the fair.
Controller J.W. Mandeville who died at Sacramento on the 4th inst., was a native of Coventry this county [Chenango Co. NY], and formerly a schoolteacher in Vernon, Oneida County [NY]. He went to California in 1849, and has been State Senator, United State Surveyor General and State Controller. He died of paralysis and congestion of the brain at the age of 53 years.
Coventry [Chenango Co. NY]: Mrs. Betty Shaver Phelps died suddenly on the 18th inst. and her funeral was attended on Sunday at Coventry. Mrs. Libbie Preston also died on the 19, and on the following day her remains were taken to Harpursville [Broome Co. NY] for burial. The untimely death of these two young matrons is to be greatly deplored. One taken in her youthful womanhood and the other in the very heyday of life, both leaving husbands and families of small children. "But God's ways are not our ways."
Otselic [Chenango Co. NY]: The funeral of Mrs. Wise W. Soule was attended at the M.E. Church, North Otselic, Sunday, Feb. 12th.
Otselic [Chenango Co. NY]: Sunday night the community were shocked by the report of the sudden death of Dr. Mann. He was associated in practice with Dr. Mason, being also a good Dentist and having rooms in Dr. Mason's office. He had been out of health for a few days but was so as to be around. Only Friday night last he attended a little girl of Alvah Allen's who is very sick with pneumonia, and remarked on Sunday that he should go to Beaver Meadow next day. It appears that he took an overdose of very powerful medicine, which caused his death. When he felt that he was dying, he requested that they should keep his body until certain that he would not recover. He was a young man and leaves a wife and child, who have the sympathy of the entire community.
Cyrus Gilbertson of McGrawville [Cortland Co. NY], died on Thursday night last, from the effects of poison taken on Saturday night previous, supposing it to be liquor. It did its work a little quicker than the alcohol he intended to take.
Mr. R. Frink of Milford [Otsego Co. NY], died suddenly from the effects of a fall, by which he was injured a few days before.
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DIED: In this town [Norwich, Chenango Co. NY] on the 1st inst., David Phettyplace, aged 71 years.
Mr. Phettyplace was well known to the citizens of our village and town as one of its oldest citizens. His father who preceded him but a few years was one of the original settlers. When he moved here from the east about ninety years ago, there were but two houses in Norwich and those of logs. The old gentleman lived upon the farm upon which he died for upwards of 74 years. The subject of this sketch moved on to an adjoining farm and resided there until his death a period of 48 years. Mr. Phettyplace was an active man and always enjoyed the respect of those who knew him. He has been living in anticipation of death from cancer in the face and for the last few years it had made considerable progress. About the first of the month however he was attacked with a severe cold which resulted in pneumonia of which he died as stated. He was one of the sturdy pioneers who are now so fast passing away. One by one they go. Their works live after them and in the hearts of those who remain their memories should be ever green.
Dennis Phettyplace, a younger brother of David died of the same disease at his residence in this town on the 16th inst. in the fiftieth year of his age. He was also a highly esteemed and respected citizen of our town. In his sphere and his family circle he will be greatly missed.
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DIED: At Oakland, Cal. Dec. 27, 1875, Mrs. Sessions, wife of the Rev. John Sessions, for many years pastor of the Presbyterian church in this village [Norwich, Chenango Co. NY] in the 78th year of her age.
Mrs. Sessions to the many who will remember her in Norwich, needs no eulogy at our hands. Her own spotless life is her brightest monument, her highest eulogy. The fact of her death we learn from a letter written by her aged surviving partner and condense very briefly from it some facts as may be of interest to our people.
About a year ago Mrs. sessions contracted a severe cold attended by a cough, which caused severe prostration. On Feb. 1st, '75 she was not able to bear the excitement of the aged couple's golden wedding which occurred on that day, so that the day was observed privately at the residence of their son, Edward. During the summer she was feeble but kept about the house until Nov. 28, when she went to church for the last time. She gradually fell away until Dec. 27 when she had a severe turn of bleeding at the lungs and then she rapidly sank away "as quietly as an infant on its mother's breast."
"Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep / From which none ever wakes to weep"
In her last hours as indeed in all her life she gave the brightest evidence of her acceptance and longed to pass over the river to be with the Master and ere her 78th birthday, she was in the blessed realization of the Christian's hope.
Rev. John Sessions
In another column of today's Telegraph, we give an account of the death of the wife of Rev. John Sessions. From the same letter we learn something of the venerable pastor himself. He is now nearly eighty-one years of age and though tremulous, his writing bears the plainness of youth. Though borne down with grief and sadness at his great loss, he is surrounded by his sons, Edward and John, whose highest pleasures are in bestowing upon their father such attention as may be necessary. Standing on the far-off Pacific coast, three thousand miles away, it may be pleasant to know that his sorrows are borne upon the hearts of his many surviving friends here. Old hearts beat in unison and sympathy with his, while those of us that were children when he ministered unto us, chime in the universal regret at his misfortune and in the wish that the old patriarch's last may be his best days. His expressions of kind regards to friends in Norwich are cordially represented, and all will be glad often to hear from him.
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A terrible accident occurred to one of our young men, Mr. George Bartle, on Saturday morning which resulted in his death. He was out hunting with Wesley Talbot and Will Berford, about one half mile below Brisbin. After leaving their horse at Mr. Tremain's, Bartle and Talbot loaded their guns in front of the barn, Berford's being already leaded. They then took an easterly course across the railroad and toward a swamp.
Their dog, hearing a hound on the hill in pursuit of a fox, became excited and tried to get away, but was held back until the other was out of sight. The party soon met Mr. Tremain and son with a load of logs, when Bartle asked if there were any rabbits in the swamp, and they replied that there were some foxes, for one had crossed since they went up. The boys passed along the edge of the swamp and soon heard still another hound on the hill that seemed to be running a fox right toward them. Bartle says, "Now boys, let us spread out and we will get a shot at that fox. Then the hound began to get restless again and started off. They got him back and Bartle prepared to tie him. Berford took a large colored handkerchief from his pocket and put it around the dog's neck, first laying his gun on the ground, which Bartle picked up, remarking that it would get wet. Berford said, "Let someone who hasn't got cold fingers tie this handkerchief." Bartle took from his pocket a shoestring and piece of two strings and laughing said "Here's a shoestring, I guess that will hold him." Talbot handed his gun to Bartle, who then had the three pieces and tied the knot about the dog's neck. He stepped back to the left of Bartle and was about to resume his gun when he heard the report of one of the guns, the shot from which wheeled him right around to the left, he was so near. Turning, he saw Bartle lying on the ground, bleeding from a ghastly wound in his face, and cried out in alarm to Berford, " Oh See!" Berford replied, "Go and get somebody quick." Talbot now first observed that particles of flesh and blood had spattered upon his face and hat. As Bartle stood holding the three guns, with their stocks on the ground and muzzles pointing partly towards his head, Berford's being under his right arm and the other two under his left, Talbot's gun was in some way discharged, tearing away his left cheek and side of the head, making a sickening wound. Talbot ran to the orchard where Mr. Tremain and his son were, calling them to come and help quick, as there was a man shot. He then hitched up his horse and taking a man, hurried back to the place of the accident, where they found Berford holding up the head of their wounded companion.
Young Termain, who had followed with the team, went at once to the telegraph office and sent to Oxford for a doctor. Talbot now examined the guns which were all double barreled and found one barrel of his own discharged. They laid Bartle in the cutter, Berford holding his head, while the horse was led to the house, Mr. Tremain carrying the guns. He was placed upon a lounge covered with a shawl and his boots were removed. Talbot then came to Oxford with his horse upon a run, to notify Bartle's friends, but before he reached here a message came announcing his death. He probably lived about thirty minutes after he was shot, but apparently unconscious from the first. His father-in-law, Mr. Thomas Pettis, went after the body and brought it to the village. Young Bartle had been in excellent spirits and only a minute or so before the accident remarked that if the hounds which were bothering theirs should go away, they would have a good time. These were probably his last words. His companions do not know how the accident occurred, unless from the lock of one gun striking the trigger of another while sinking down in the snow. Mr. Bartle was a carriage painter by occupation, twenty-six-years of age and bore a good reputation. He had a large circle of friends and was well calculated to make and keep them. He left a wife, who is nearly distracted over her loss. Sappho Hose Company, of which he was a member, held appropriate exercises, and resolved to attend the funeral in a body.
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Morris [Otsego Co. NY] has suffered a severe loss in the death of A.G. Moore, one of its most enterprising businessmen. The Chronicle says:
Mr. Moore was one of our most respected citizens, having all his life lived in this village; was a successful merchant, and afterwards and up to the time of his death, was engaged in the banking business. He was always looked upon as a man of integrity and sound judgment. No man could have been taken from us that will be missed so much as Mr. M. He was foremost in all enterprises calculated to benefit our village or its citizens. At the time of his death, he occupied the position of President of our Board of Education and was a zealous friend to our school. His funeral was attended from Zion Church last Saturday afternoon. The church was crowded with those who had come together to pay their last tribute of respect to a departed friend. We noticed in the audience persons from Gilbertsville, Cooperstown, New Berlin and other neighboring towns. Our deceased friend leaves a wife, three daughters, an aged father and mother, several sisters and other relatives to mourn his sudden death. In the prime of life in the 43d(?) year of his age he has passed over the river. Truly "men die and the mourners go about our streets."
News Item
Otsego [Otsego Co. NY]: The Freeman's Journal says that Capt. Avery Park, who is living at Burlington, is now 94 years of age. His wife is 93. They have been married over 69 years. According to the estimates of mortality only sixteen persons out of every one hundred thousand live to be one hundred years old. In 1802, Capt. Park was supercargo of the schooner Betsy named in honor of his wife, which carried provision form Stonington to Norfolk and the Chesapeake Bay. He settled in Burlington in 1809 and at the age of 31 commenced one of the companies of Col. Matthew Rogers' regiment of N.Y. State militia. three men were drafted from each company of the regiment during the war of 1812 and sent to Sackett's Harbor. The remainder of the members of the companies stood ready to go into service when called upon.
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