Delaware Gazette, Delhi, NY, January 5, 1831
Death
In this village [Delhi, Delaware Co. NY] on Thursday morning last, Mrs. Mary Leet wife of Mr. Charles Leet, in the 35th year of her age. The sudden death of the subject of this notice has spread a gloom over our village not usual even to similar melancholy events. Mrs. Leet was endeared to an interesting family and an extensive circle of acquaintance by the most amiable qualities of her sex, and her loss will be as sincerely regretted as it is generally felt.
Delaware Gazette, Delhi, NY, January 12, 1831
Marriages
In Franklin [Delaware Co. NY] on Thursday evening last, by the Rev Daniel Waterbury, Stephen C. Johnson Esq. Attorney as Law of this village [Delhi, Delaware Co. NY] to Miss Mary Ann Swift of the former place.
In Harpersfield [Delaware Co. NY] on the 4th inst. by James Spencer, Esq. Mr. John Wickham Jr. to Miss Chloe Birdsall.
At the same time and place, by the same, Mr. Joseph Bennett to Miss Lydia Birdsall, all of Harpersfield [Delaware Co. NY].
Deaths
In Middletown [Delaware Co. NY], on Wednesday morning last, Mr. Nelson M. Brant son of Mr. Roswell M. Brant of Hamden [Delaware Co. NY] in the 22d year of his age.
In Hamden [Delaware Co. NY] on the 1st inst. Mrs. Plain Barlow widow of Mr. Jonathan Barlow, in the 86th year of her age.
Delaware Gazette, Delhi, NY, January 19, 1831
Elopement
Whereas my wife Sally [Todd] left my bed and board on the 2d inst. without any just cause or provocation. I hereby forbid all persons trusting or harboring her on my account, as I shall pay no debts of her contracting. Darling Todd, Middletown [Delaware Co. NY], January 13, 1838
Union News, Union, NY, August 6, 1857
Death
Mr. Abram W. Tilbury a young man not far from twenty years of age, died in this town [Union, Broome Co. NY] on Saturday the 1st instant, from a tumor on one of his limbs. The particulars as we learn them, are as follows:
About two years ago, Mr. Tilbury had a tumor which appeared upon his right thigh. This tumor first showed itself a little above the knee and was loose under the skin and might to all appearance have been removed with the greatest facility. But it was neglected until is presumed a malignant character and has finally destroyed the young man. It increased in size until at last it involved the whole limb and was of such enormous size that its circumference at the largest point was nearly three feet.
We regret to learn that the physicians were denied the privilege after his death of taking a plaster cast of it, or of even taking a daguerreotype picture. We supposed that in these days of investigation, everybody was disposed to favor and facilitate the acquirement of any knowledge that might benefit the human race, but it seems that for some cause or another they were denied even that privilege by the relatives.
Union News, Union, NY, August 13, 1857
Deaths
In the city of New York, on the 7th instant, Mr. Samuel Bunting formerly of this town [Union, Broome Co. NY] aged 78 years.
Mr. Bunting was a native of New Jersey. He removed to this town some fifty years ago, and shared with others in the toils, hardships and privations incident in a new country. He was industrious in his habits, kind, courteous, charitable and benevolent to all. He was the affectionate husband, the fond parent, the desirable neighbor, the enterprising citizen and the poor man's friend. He was a man of unwavering integrity, and the last years of his life, a devout Christian. These traits of character, won for him the respect and esteem of all who knew him. He lived and died without an enemy.
After the death of his excellent wife, which occurred some two years since, being left alone, he arranged his temporal affairs and accepted the invitation proffered by his children to make his home with them in New York, where his life terminated in great peace. That he might repose in death by the side of his companion in youth, his remains, accompanied by his children, arrived here on Saturday evening. The funeral was attended at the Congregational Church on Sabbath afternoon, by a large assembly of relatives and former acquaintance. The services were conducted by Rev. Mr. Bridgeman, of the M.E. Church of this village, "The righteous hath hope in his death."
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In this village [Union, Broome Co. NY], August 5th, 1857, Martha M. Pease, aged 21 years.
Hopes of life do wither like the flower; / Fane anticipations die within an hour; / Treasur'd joys are but a stirring pain; / Holiest ties by death are rent in twain; / Hopes and joys, all earthly things are vain.
A flower has indeed faded. One of the loveliest that this world ever possessed has passed to that harbor form whence no traveler returns. Yes, she has passed through that dark valley where the innumerable hosts surround the throne, where there is no more sickness nor death, and sorrow does not enter.
She is resting in that haven, / Where the good are there engraven; / There her raiments purely shine, / Saintly, as the God divine; / She is praising, forever praising.
Can it be that Martha is dead? On yes, I saw her body deposited in the tomb, still as beautiful and lovely as when possessed of its immortality. Now she is gone. Her pretty sylph life form, her face radiant with smiles, eyes of the darkest blue and hair of the deepest, richest auburn, combed so plainly and smoothly and all that we loved to reverence. Her companionship and her friendly solicitations have all gone. She has now a home and a mother that she was deprived of here in this world, that mother that she loved to talk about, enjoys her company now. She is not alone, no, not all alone. I think I see her now in that happy place that she endeavored to describe to me while she was sick. She beheld a delightful place surrounded with the angelic hosts and all the varieties of flowers, more beautiful than any she had ever beheld on earth. She remarked, " I cannot describe its many beauties."
Her pathway has been encompassed with disappointments and affiliations, but bravely has she encountered all obstacles. By her perseverance and economy, she has encountered poverty and patiently endured all without complaint. Trouble and adversity have crossed her way and she knows much of the miseries of poverty without an indulgent father or mother to ward off all accumulating cares or to administer a consoling word in all her troubles. With all her trials, her heart was yet light and joyful, and appeared happy. Each day brings its changes, its hopes, its fears, its misery and unhappiness. One hour brightens the heart with joy, the next grief and disappointments overwhelm it. Thus, it is ever through life. It is but one vast act checked with scenes of hope, fear, love, grief and remorse.
She was very patient all through her sickness and bore all pain without a murmur. Her desires, which were but few, were gratified as far as possible. There was one we could not gratify and that was her pleading to see her father. Patiently did she wait. She would exclaim, "He will come today," but when the last ray sank in the western sky, she would reply, "not today, not today." Day after day did she anticipate he would come, but no father came.
What a beautiful morning it was when she breathed her last, the sun was obscured behind a cloud and the gentle zephyr swept coolly by. The birds did not carol their sweet music, and all were quiet around. What a solemn scene to behold that youth and beauty died with no father or mother to bid her adieu or to speak a consoling work, only a few friends stood by her bedside. She said affectionately and pleasantly to a youth and friend, "Leave me not until I die." Then the low accents were heard, "My brother, O, my brother, can I not once more see my brother." Then she prayed until her soul left the body. "Have mercy father," is all that was heard. Then she sank to sleep as calmly and sweetly as an infant on its mother's bosom. May we all be admonished by this that all must die, and that we may make preparation for the great change, for the lord said, "For in such an hour as ye think not, the son of man cometh."
A Martha once I had, whose lofty brow / Revealed a trace of sorrow's rigid plow, / But intellect divine of princeless worth, / Was there developed from her very birth, / And in the language of her sparkling eye, / My spirit caught the glow of sympathy.
Swiftly and sweetly did the moments glide, / When in life's pathway she was at my side; / Implicit trust I had in none beside. / She was my earthly counsel, yet she died. / Ah, deeply now I mourn my lonely fate / My soul is sad, my heart is desolate.
Her death was in a summer sunrise hour, / A victim of consumption's fatal power; / She faded with the days appearing light, / While o'er her face was faith's pure halo light, / Her trust and confidence was all in Him, / Whose love she felt in that calm morning dim.
Our fairest blossoms are the first to fade, / And all the beautiful which God hath made, / In this frail earth, but in our home above, / No chilling blight will mar our spirit's love, / Nor pain, nor death be there, nor sorrow's night, / God the unchangeable will be the light.
Union News, Union, NY, August 27, 1857
Death
We learn from the Binghamton papers that Mr. Daniel Miner was killed at the Willow Point Mill in Vestal [Broome Co. NY] on Thursday afternoon, the 20th instant by a lath bolt thrown by the circular saw. He was engaged with Mr. John Anson, slitting up bolts for lath, when a bolt from the hands of Anson, who took a piece and put it on the saw for the purpose of trimming off the stub short, flew with great swiftness, the end striking Miner just below the breastbone. He immediately sank down dead. He was about 35 years old and leaves and wife and eight children. A Mr. Decker was killed at the same mill a few weeks sine, in about the same manner.
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