Chenango American, Greene, NY, March 22, 1877
Marriages
At the Baptist Parsonage in this village [Greene, Chenango Co. NY], March 14, by Rev. J.H. Sage, Mr. Elman L. Andrews of Coventry [Chenango Co. NY], to Miss Jennie W. Mudge of Coventry, formerly of this village.
In McDonough [Chenango Co. NY], at the house of the bride's parents, March 15, by Rev. Jas. D. Webster, Mr. Jas. H. White of German [Chenango Co. NY] to Miss Alice C. Kenyon of the former place.
In Binghamton [Broome Co. NY], March 8, by Rev. L. Pitts, Mr. G.S. Graves of Bainbridge [Chenango Co. NY] to Miss Hattie T. Price of Binghamton.
Deaths
In this town [Greene, Chenango Co. NY] March 10, of dropsy, Jane [Rooney] wife of Samuel Rooney, aged 46 years.
Mrs. Furgerson of New York, sister of the late Mrs. Samuel Rooney of Smithville [Chenango Co. NY] received a letter on the evening of the 10th inst., that her sister was not expected to live but a few days. The next day, the 11th, she packed her satchel and was in readiness to take the 7 o'clock train. At twenty minutes before six o'clock she received a dispatch that her sister (Mrs. Rooney) was dead, and such was its effect upon her that she lived but twenty minutes.
At Farmer's Valley, McKean Co., Pa. suddenly, March 11, Mr. J.B. Babcock, formerly of this village [Greene, Chenango Co. NY], aged 51 years.
In Norwich [Chenango Co. NY], March 12, Mrs. Achsa Thompson, mother of B.L. Thompson, aged 73 years.
In Norwich [Chenango Co. NY], March 13, Carrie [Bullis], wife of Albert Bullis, aged 26 years and 5 months.
Sherburne News, Sherburne, NY, March 24, 1877
Marriages
KOON - HILL: In West Eaton [Madison Co. NY], on the 16th inst. by the Rev. F.F. Stark, Mr. Nicholas Koon of Sherburne [Chenango Co. NY] and Miss Frank Hill of West Eaton.
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Twentieth Anniversary
Mr. Editor: As most of the news from our place has been of broken bones and shattered limbs, and as we have pleasant things, just as our lives are made of clouds and sunshine, I write you of a very enjoyable affair which took place at L.A. Marble's March 17th in the shape of a China wedding. About fifty guests were present and all passed off as merry as a "Marriage Bell." A number of friends clubbed together and presented them with a set of dishes, six large spoons and a lamp. Other presents were given, the most noticeable of which was a pair of beautiful vases. A very nice lunch was served of pie, pressed chicken, cakes and ice cream. good music and lively converse made the time pass pleasantly and it may well be termed one of the green spots in memory.
At the presentation of presents three essays were read, one of which I send for publication. In one an idea was advanced that Mr. and Mrs. M's affection for each other is stronger now than at the beginning of their married life. It was also hoped that they might always eat in the harmonious state of "Jack Sprat and wife" and live to enjoy a silvery old age.
Mr. and Mrs. Marble: We congratulate you upon the happy termination of the twentieth anniversary of your marriage. That the twenty years in the main have passed happily with you we have ample evidence in your still youthful appearance and contented and happy smiles. We also see that you have been blessed with three intelligent children, a blessing that is becoming rare in these modern times. How have the twenty years passed with us? Have we spent the time profitably to ourselves and others? Have we done one single act that we can feel proud of? As our anniversaries come around do we pause in the hurry of life to take a retrospective view of the years that have passed and take an inventory of our good and bad deeds? Strike the balance and see how our account stands. I am afraid that it would come out like most other accounts, the balance on the wrong side of the ledger. Let us see to it that for the coming year we may have the balance on the right side. Now how stands your account? That you have your balance on the right side we can but believe, as your example and influence have done great good in this community. That you have open hands and liberal hearts is also evident. If in the future you should have reverses, the clouds gather thick around you and the world seems cold and dreary, stand firm as a rock, let not your faith be shaken in the right. The clouds will soon pass over and you will be stronger and better for the contest. It is labor that gives strength. It is disappointment that tries our faith. Our happiness or unhappiness in a great measure is in our own hands. Let us look on the bright side of life, think everything for the best, be cheerful and contented, then we shall be happy. We feel like making a covenant with you tonight to help each other in sickness and health in prosperity and adversity, to lift up, not to pull down, to spread the mantle of charity over our errors, and I think we shall be the happier for it. We shall all have our marriage anniversary, but we know not when the "bridegroom" will come. Let it be sooner or later, may we be prepared for that event, and at last may we all meet on the other shore where there is no sorrow or pain, but perfect happiness. Then we will take seats at the "bridal feast" to part no more.
A Guest.
Death
CARTER: In this city [New Orleans, LA], at St. Charles Hotel, on Tuesday, 6th inst. Lavinia C. Carter aged 20 years, daughter of John A. and A.C. Carter, of Louisville, Ky. [The Times-Picayune, New Orleans, LA, Mar. 7, 1877]
The Louisville Courier-Journal [Kentucky] contains the following touching tribute to Miss Lavina Carter, a name dear to many hearts in this community [Sherburne, Chenango Co. NY].
A name too familiar to the people of Louisville to require an introduction. She has long been known as the brightest star in our public school, distinguished always for an active, strong, reliable intellect, and a character "chaste as ice, pure as snow." Her life was a master poem, composed of a succession of the most delightful thought, each one surpassing in beauty the one preceding, until we strive to find some flaw; but our study only reveals to us solid truths and Christian virtue clothed in the most beautiful and expressive language. I have watched her grow from childhood almost to womanhood; always the same guileless child, doing her duty ever and illustrating the sublimest truth, and sometime, in my heart, I have said: "Surely such loveliness is Heavenbound." Even as I write memories sweet, but as sad as sweet, flood my eyes with regretful tears, a few short months since June and she graduated, the valedictorian of a large and talented class. Crowned with every honor and awarded every medal a learned faculty could bestow, I see her now, standing in a sweet simplicity, peculiarly her own, to receive her certificates of superior excellence in every department. These were to her worthless toys, for often have I heard her say she studied from love of it and a sense of duty to do her best in everything. As a child I have known her to receive the first honors of her class and never tell even her home loved ones. Love sprung up in her pathway, ever and especially among her classmates in connection with her they knew none of those usual petty jealousies about "class honors;" each and every one gave a hearty and loving acquiescence to her having the highest and best. Their presence and beautiful floral offerings on the sad occasion of her funeral told a fond, sweet story of love and devotion. Surely nothing could speak more directly to our hearts of Lavina than the pure white rosebuds worn by her pall bearers. The first gem to drop from Love's shining circle, so young, so bright, so beautiful to die. The fairest flower in "the land of fair flowers" was wafted to heaven on the wings of love.
"Our noisy years are but as moments in / The being of eternal silence"
[daughter of John Allen Carter & Albana Caroline Carson; b. Mar. 1, 1857, d. Mar. 6, 1877]
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