Died suddenly on the 20th of Aug. 1864, James Harvey LINCOLN .
Seldom does the pen record a more lamented death. In the prime of life and usefulness he is cut down. But little more than one month he followed with along morning train, a youthful neighbor boy, to the same grave yard where he now rest in peace. Loved as he was, by wife, children and friends, his death has caused a blank in the community of which he was cherished member, and none are left who would not wish all were as good as Harvey LINCOLN.
September 1864
Died
On the 30th inst., 1864, Samuel F. MAGRUDER, in the 53d year of his age, of disease contracted in the U. S. Army, in Arkansas.
He was a man of an eventful life, and with all his faults, which are buried with him, he leaves many mourning friends. His funeral was the third one from the same neighborhood in sight and at the same cemetery within two months, and yet the “grim monster” gapes for more. Truly, “in the midst of life we are in death.”
October 1864
Died
At the residence of his son, in this town, on Sunday, the 23d of October, 1864 Charles HIGH, in the 58th year of his age.
Mr. HIGH was one of the pioneers, having emigrated to this Country and settled at the Walnut Grove in the year 1829, where he resided until the winter of 1859, when he removed to Kansas. He was here on business, intending to return to his Western home in a few weeks, when he was taken ill of sinking chills, and died very suddenly. His death will be deeply regretted by his numerous friends in this Country.
1864
Died
In this place, March 31st, Nellie, daughter of Abram and Edna JONES aged 15 months.
Little Nelle was sweet flower, too pure for earth. Just as the parents love was entwing around, their only daughter was taken, like the morning rose, to be transplanted in a more congenial clime.
Yes, God hath taken little Nellie
Home to dwell with Him above - - -
Let this be your consolation;
He affleteth but in love.
1864
Obituary
Died, in State Line City, Indiana, November 09, 1864, Mrs. Mary C. COLE, wife of Charles C. COLE and daughter of Benjamin S. and Della WHEELER of Williamsport, aged eighteen years three months and eighteen days.
The death of Mrs. COLE was very sudden and unexpected to all her friends. Married not quite three months, just settled in life and with all that looked bright and promised happiness in the future, she was stricken down with only a few hours warning.
Her intellect was unclouded and she made all arrangements for her departure, expressed a willingness to go, knowing the time was at hand.
She thought of the absent friends, spoke of them and left messages of love for all. We can not, in this brief obituary, recount the many virtues of the departed. They are, how ever, written in lasting records in the hearts and affections of husband, parents, sisters,brothers and a wide circle of sympathizing friends. Her character was pure and noble, her friendship genuine and her attachment strong. Her disposition was mild, her manners gentle and kind, cheerful in spirit, animated in conversation, cultivated in hearts and mind, loved and esteemed by all her friends, and was the light and life of the social circle. She was passionately fond of music, and took great delight in entertaining her parents and friends with her favorite selections. But they will no more hear her gentle touch of the key notes, or the soft sweet melody of “Rock me to sleep, mother” and “Call me not back from the echoless shore.”
The parental roof is overclouded with deep sorrow and bereavement. The husband’s brightest hopes and anticipations blighted; withered in a day. Brothers and sisters will seek for Mollie in vain; she will not be found of them. But “the maid is not dead, but sleepeth,” and will rise again, and amid the splendors of the celestial city - -
“Whose walls are made of precious stones,
Whose bulmarks diamonds square,
Whose gates are right orient pearl,
Exceeding rich and rare.
Whose gardens and whose gallant walks
Continually are green,
Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers
As nowhere else are seen.”
And join her voice with the melody where - - - - -
“David stands, with harp in hand,
As masters of the choir;
Ten thousand times that man were bleat
That might this music hear.
B. June 1864
Lieutenant Cyrus P. WRIGHT
It is our painful duty to record the death of the above officer. He died in the hospital in Georgia, on the 16th of this present month, from wounds received in the late battles under General Sherman. He belonged to the 6th Regiment of Iowa Infantry. And it can be truly said of him that another hero has fallen. He sealed his devotion to his country with his life’s blood. Oh! How many of the true, heroic men it takes to put down this accursed rebellion.
Lieutenant WRIGHT was a native of this town. He left here with his father, J. B. WRIGHT, Esq., in the spring of 1861, and moved to Iowa. He had but fairly got to the new home when the war broke out in all its fury. He, with his brother Henry WRIGHT, enlisted in the 6th Iowa, and from that time up to his death he gave his whole time to his country.
He was in all the fights in which the Regiment took part, which was in fact all Western battles, for it was one of the best of the glorious Iowa Regiments. He had re-enlisted as a veteran for the war. His devotion to his country was as strong as life itself. No young man within our acquaintance was more beloved. But all this could not keep him back from the blood-stained altar of his stricken country, he has died for it.
We realize to some extent the sorrow of heart and our old and tried friends, Mr. and Mrs. WRIGHT, as they think of the departure of their hero boy. The wringing anguish that they feel is as bitter as death.
But they sorrow not alone, relations and friends here mourn, for the fallen one was beloved by this entire people. We have not the facts at hand to write as we would wish and til we get them we will defer further remarks.
