Chenango Union, Norwich, NY, October 23, 1879
Marriages
SCOTT - SHERMAN: At the residence of H.C. Rockwell, Rockwell's Mills [Chenango Co. NY], Oct. 21st, by Rev. T.P. Halstead, Mr. Tracy O. Scott of Norwich [Chenango Co. NY] to Miss Alice A. Sherman of the former place.
SCOTT - ROBINSON: In South Oxford [Chenango Co. NY] Oct. 16th by Rev. R.M. Duff, Warren Scott, M.D. of Traer, Iowa, to Miss Emogene Robinson, daughter of S.M. Robinson, Esq.
DARLING - ADAMS: In Oxford [Chenango Co. NY] Oct. 15th, by Rev. H.N. Payne, Mr. Nelson W.D Darling of Preston [Chenango Co. NY] to Miss Cora B. Adams of Smithville [Chenango Co. NY].
MOSHER - BENEDICT: In Smithville [Chenango Co. NY] Oct. 8th, by Rev. H.N. Van Deusen, Mr. George H. Mosher to Miss Clara M. Benedict, both of Smithville.
SMITH COOK: In Greene [Chenango Co. NY] Oct. 12th, by Rev. H.N. Van Deusen, Mr. Arthur W Smith of Union [Broome Co. NY] to Miss Sarah Cook of Greene.
SANFORD - JACKSON: In Greene [Chenango Co. NY] Oct. 8th by Rev. A.W. Hood, Mr. George W Sanford of Triangle [Broome Co. NY] to Miss Almira M. Jackson of Greene.
WEEKS - HYDE: In Afton [Chenango Co. NY] Oct. 8th, by Rev. A.W. Cornell Mr. Lewis A. Weeks to Miss Lena Florence Hyde all of Afton.
SYMONDS - AUSTEN: Oct. 14th 1879, on the platform of the depot at the Tunnel Station [Broome Co. NY] by Rev. A.F. Harding, Mr. George Symonds of South Oxford [Chenango Co. NY] to Mrs. Sarah M. Austen of Colesville, Broome County (NY].
GREEN - SPAULDING: In Brookfield [Madison Co. NY] Sept. 30th, by Rev. J.M. Todd, Mr. William M. Green of Poolville [Madison Co. NY] to Miss Addie H. Spaulding of Columbus [Chenango Co. NY]
HARVEY - RAYMOND: In South Otselic [Chenango Co. NY] Oct. 7th, by Rev. H.C. Leach, Mr. Emmett Harvey of Georgetown [Madison Co. NY] to Miss Addie Raymond of Otselic.
DELEVAN - GRIFFITH: In Marathon, Oct. 8th, by Rev. J.H. Harris, Mr. Adelbert Delavan of Cincinnatus [Cortland Co. NY] to Miss Mary Griffith of Marathon [Cortland Co. NY]
Deaths
BUELL: In King Settlement [Chenango Co. NY], Oct. 21st, after a brief illness of pleuro pneumonia, Julia [Buell] wife of Simon Buell, aged 55 years. Funeral at her late residence on Friday at 11 A.M.
CLARK: Killed by the cars, near this village [Norwich, Chenango Co. NY] on Friday evening, Oct. 17th, Mr. Abram Clark aged 61 years.
RILEY: In Coventry [Chenango Co. NY] Oct. 11th Emily [Riley] wife of John Riley, aged 56 years.
GALLUP: In Afton [Chenango Co. NY] Oct. 15th, Mr. R.M. Gallup aged 71 years.
NICHOLS: At the residence of his brother, Erastus Nichols, in Lincklaen Centre [Chenango Co. NY] Oct. 13th of apoplexy, Mr. Estrus P. Nichols of Albion, Wisconsin, formerly of Lincklaen, aged 65 years.
SIONDS: In Baltimore, Md., Sept 28th Mr. John L. Simonds aged 45 years, formerly of New Berlin [Chenango Co. NY].
HOYT: In Middleport, N.Y. [Niagara Co.], Oct. 9th, Mrs. E. Louisa Hoyt, aged 38 years and 9 months, wife of William D Hoyt, formerly of Greene [Chenango Co. NY].
ALLYN: In Potterville, Bradford Co. Pa., Oct. 2d Mr. J. Billings Allyn aged 61 years and 2 months, formerly of Mcdonough [Chenango Co. NY].
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Death on the Rail
A fatal railroad accident occurred on the Midland, about four miles south of this village [Norwich, Chenango Co. NY], a few minutes before six o'clock on Friday evening last. A gang of bridge men, consisting of Martin Adams, John Flynn, Richard Allen and Abram Clark, were returning on a hand car from their work on the Oxford Trestle and when about a mile and a half this side of Lyon Brook bridge, the whistle of the excursion train returning from New York was heard and the train was seen rounding the curve some thirty rods behind them. Flynn and Allen at once jumped form the car and rolled down the bank, while Foreman Adams attempted to get Clark from his seat on the forward end of the car, but was compelled to leave him, having barely time to leap and save his own life. In the meantime efforts were being made on the train to check its speed, but as it consisted of four well filled coaches and the grade being heavy, this was almost useless. When the car was struck, Clark was thrown several feet in the air, and in falling his head struck the end of a tie, crushing the back of his skull in a horrid manner, the brains oozing upon the ground. One of his legs was also badly broken and his death was instantaneous. The train was stopped, the body brought to the depot and an inquest held by Coroner Avery. Conductor Coburn and engineer Finch, of the excursion train, Superintendent Laupher, Train Dispatcher Hankins, John Flynn and Martin Adams, were sworn and the jury found that Clark "came to his death by a wound received on the back of the head, by a collision between the locomotive of an excursion train and a hand car upon which he was riding."
Deceased came to this village [Norwich], from Newark, N.J. about the year 1853, and worked for Goodrich & Brown, at silver plating, three years, and for E.&E.L. Brown, their successors in business, thirteen years, and what is a little remarkable, during the thirteen years he was in the employ of the last named firm, he lost but three days and that on account of sickness. For some years past he has worked as a laborer, on the railroads and elsewhere and was a faithful, hard-working man, well-disposed quiet and inoffensive in his manner. A widow and five children - two sons and three daughters - survive him. His funeral was held at the residence of his son-in-law, Henry C. Hughson on Sunday afternoon. His age was sixty-one years.
News Item
The following soldier's tribute to Rev. Samuel Scoville by a member of the 114th Regiment, written directly after he left Norwich [Chenango Co., NY], with his family for his new field of labor, was unavoidably crowded out of our last week's issue by the pressure upon our columns. It has lost nothing by standing over and will be read with interest by the multitude of Mr. Scoville's friends. (Editor)
Now that everybody, as it would seem, have voiced their praises, their regrets and sorrows, and now that the dearest of pastors has gone, so that he will not be likely to feel "like a first class funeral," or know what it is to be "an unresisting corpse" anymore, by anything further that might be said, I desire to give expression to a sentiment which is shared by a large and not unimportant class in whose behalf, I am sorry to say, not a word has been publicly uttered among all the many good things that have been said - I refer to the veteran soldiers.
Mr. Scoville's residence in Norwich runs nearly parallel with the writer's - that is, in respect to time. Beyond that, the analogy ends. I remember his coming to this place, an enthusiastic young man fresh with college honors and some theology in his brain, whose advent, it appeared to me, was fortunate to the church and society for which he came to minister, and to the community at large, if not to himself. It was my fortune to hear some of his first sermons preached in a small apartment in the old furniture building on South Broad Street, when I discovered, or thought I did, traits and qualifications for a minister, which in the end would tell. How nearly the prediction then or subsequently made upon a certain occasion, when the writer chanced to be present, when the young preacher was up for discussion and when some of the elders "wagged their heads," has been verified, I leave for those to answer who used to sit upon the straggling benches in the little room in Close's building, or on the naked seats in Concert Hall, who were present Sunday evening in that elegant edifice, with its every appointment the very height of perfection and who were of that vast assemblage who came to do homage to the retiring pastor.
Soon the sound of battle from afar, and the call for more men took me with hundreds of the bravest and best of the community to the front, and for nearly three years I never saw Mr. Scoville's face again. Although lost to sight he was not lost to sense. The boys of the army, and particularly of the one hundred and Fourteenth Regiment read the local newspapers as never before, till the print became blurred and the worn and wrinkled sheets almost as black as the camp kettles in which they cooked their mess and knew what was going on at home, who were their friends and sympathizers in the many dangers and hardships to which they were exposed.
Mr. Scoville had spoken noble words for our dear dead Colonel, borne home upon his shield from that pen of fearful slaughter at Port Hudson, three thousand miles away, to be buried in this beautiful valley and among his kindred. We all loved him for that. He had spoken noble works for others, brought home to sleep in the graves of their fathers, beside their loved ones, or who had been hid away upon the battlefield, laid to rest in hospital grounds, or borne from the loathsome prison cell. We all loved him for that. He had spoken earnest, encouraging, patriotic words for the living, during those times which tried men's souls. We all loved and honored him for that.
Mr. Scoville was among the first and foremost to welcome our noble Regiment, when, with thinned ranks, its bronzed and scarred veterans came back one lovely June day fourteen years ago, bearing aloft their tattered, bullet-riddled banners, begrimed with the smoke and dust of battle, and we have never forgotten him for that. My first genuine acquaintance with Mr. Scoville - having met only casually before - and the first time I ever felt the warm pressure of his friendly hand, was when introduced to him at the table of the banquet prepared by the patriotic ladies of Norwich on the occasion of that glad "Welcome Home." There may have been - I know there was - much in the magnitude and thronging memories of the event to produce and intensify impression. Sure it was, while the hands and thoughts of noble women were busy serving their royal feast, the genial opened-souled pastor took possession of many a veteran's heart. In one, verily, the possession having never been disputed, he "Holds the fort."
Not by members of the 114th Regiment alone, but by the soldier element of society generally, wherever he is known, is Mr. Scoville especially regarded as "The Soldier's Friend." He will be missed at our Reunions, on Decoration Day occasions, at the last sad rites at the soldier's grave - everywhere, save in the affections of the people. For his good cheer, his many kind offices of charity and mercy, beautiful, profuse and varied as the leaves of Autumn, will be the preacher who served eighteen years in Norwich, be long and gratefully remembered.
H.H.B. (Dr. Harrison H. Beecher)