Obits: The Ouachita Telegraph 1871 Obits, Ouachita Parish La These older obituaries are being typed in by Ms. Lora Peppers at the Ouachita Parish Library. We are once again fortunate to have someone interested in helping us find our ancestors. Thank you Lora! Date: May 2000 Submitted by: Lora Peppers ********************************************** Copyright. All rights reserved. http://usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm http://usgwarchives.net/la/lafiles.htm ********************************************** If your obituary is not found here and you would like a special look up, you may send $5.00 and an self-addressed stamped envelope to: Lora Peppers - Phone (318) 327-1490 Reference Department Fax (318) 327-1373 Ouachita Parish Public Library 1800 Stubbs Ave. Monroe, LA 71201 These newspapers are on microfilm at NLU. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, January 14, 1871 Page 3, Column 1 DEATH OF DR. E.H. ROANE. — At 2 o'clock this morning, the 9th inst., passed away from earth, the immortal part of that pure-minded, kind-hearted man and citizen, Dr. E.H. Roane, after an illness of only a few hours, following months of mental and physical dejection. Dr. Roane was 53 years of age, over twenty of which he had lived in Monroe. He came here just after the Mexican war, in which he was engaged as a surgeon in the American army, and began the practice of medicine with Dr. Dabbs, who preceeded his earthly partner some two years to the land of the Hereafter. These two, with the late Dr. Calderwood, composed a medical trio of extraordinary learning, skill and individual attractions, whose fame extended to all parts of North Louisiana. Dr. Roane had as many good qualities of heart as any man we ever knew. He was tender, affectionate, generous, charitable, always kindly-spoken, obliging, courteous and disposed to do right and fair by all men, either rich or poor. He had but one failing — what a pity so good a man as he should be its victim! NOTE: In the Saturday, February 11, 1871 issue of the Ouachita Telegraph, ( Page 3, Column 2) there is an Obituary for Dr. Ewing H. Roane by the Western Star Lodge, No. 24. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, January 14, 1871 Page 3, Column 2 One negro stabbed and shot another, killing him in Murder Bend on Saturday. The offender has been arrested and is in jail. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, January 21, 1871 Page 2, Column 2 A GOOD MAN GONE. — We learn from a dispatch from Mr. Jos. F. McGuire, dated to- day at Delta, that Mr. W.H. Parker, until recently a citizen of Monroe, and for many years a trusted employee of the railroad, died of pneumonia at Delta last night. Our country had few, if any, better men. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, January 21, 1871 Page 3, Column 3 LIFE INSURANCE ILLUSTRATED. — Messrs. Behen Brother have received from the Carolina Life Insurance Company, of which they are agents for North Louisiana, five thousand dollars, in a cash draft on the bank of Memphis, to pay the widow and children of the late Elijah Groves, of Tensas parish. This loss comes in good time, as without it the family wouuld be in destitute circumstances. Mr. Groves had made but one payment on his policy, it having been secured only in last April. His last moments were no doubt soothed and his aproaching death more calmly surveyed, in consequence of the wise and prudent investment he had made, and now his family bless the decision and foresight he displayed in the venture. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, January 28, 1871 Page 3, Column 1 Dr. Harrison Jordan, Representative from Richland, died in New Orleans a few days ago. We learn that Judge McIntosh, Parish Judge of the same parish is seriously indesposed. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, January 28, 1871 Page 3, Column 2 Mr. W.J. Duncan, district attorney for the district of Louisiana opposite the city, died very suddenly in New Orleans a few days since. — Vicksburg Herald. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, January 28, 1871 Page 3, Column 3 OBITUARY, Departed this life, January 14, 1871, Mrs. LIZZIE F. ALLEN, consort of Wm. J. Allen, at the residence of her father, I.J. Sinis. The deceased was a native of Georgia, and was born April 16, 1844. In all the walks of life she was most exemplary woman. No one surpassed her in kindness and goodness of heart. She leaves a disconsolate husband and several little children to mourn her loss. Her long suffering was borne with great meekness and patience. She left many evidences that she is now in a brighter world reaping the reward of her virtues on earth. [Vernon Standard. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, April 29, 1871 Page 3, Column 4 IN MEMORIAM. DIED, in the parish of Richland, on the 18th day of April, 1871, Dr. A.J. Powell, in the forty-sixth year of his age. The deceased was a native of the State of Maryland. He immigrated from his native State to the parish of Madison, in 1855, where he successfully practiced his profession until 1861, when he volunteered as a soldier in behalf of the Lost Cause. After the war Dr. POWELL settled in Monroe and practiced his profession until 1867 when he moved to Richland parish, where he has since lived, having the confidence of all in his professional skill and the esteem and friendship of all who knew him, until an untimely and mysterious fate has cut him off in the prime of his useful career. The deceased left his home at Mr. Goodrum's on Tuesday morning to go in the neighborhood on matters of business. Not returning on that day or on the subsequent day excited no suspicion in the minds of Mr. Goodrum and his family, as they thought he was probably detained on business connected with his profession; but on Thursday, Mr. Goodrum having no tidings of him, naturally became uneasy as to his whereabouts and at once began a dilligent searce (sic), and, to the horror of his sorrowing friends, on Sunday following, all that was of the once living JACK POWELL was found drifting a lifeless corpse upon the waters of Crew Lake. The subject of this brief notice possessed many of the finest attributes of our nature; intelligent, disinterested, generous, self-sacrificing and charitable, he also added to these higher qualities of the man the very innocence and simplicity in character of the child. Whether considered as a civillian or soldier he ever upheld and practiced a line or rule of conduct by which truth of character and honesty of purpose can be mesured and ascertained. His few faults, over which the curtain of Eternity is now drawn forever, were nothing compared to the shining virtues which adorned his pilgrimage in the "vale of tears." Whether journeying along life's sequestered and placid ways or heroically mingling amid shouts of triumph or moans of defeat, in the very thickest of the surging tides of men in battle array, he was the same gentle, brave and self-sacrificing man. A coroner's jury of the country has said that he came to his death by foul and murderous work. If this be so let his assassins not "go unwhipped of justice," but yield to the laws of the country the penalty due to their offended and violated majesty. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, May 20, 1871 Page 2, Column 1 Judge John Langdon Lewis, of Minden, La., after a long and eventful life, died on Monday, the 8th inst. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, May 20, 1871 Page 3, Column 3 DIED, At State Female College, Memphis, Tennessee, on Wednesday, April 26, 1871, MARY LUCINDA, daughter of Mrs. Jane A. Faulk, of Ouachita parish, La., aged eighteen years two months and twenty-six days. In this instance is the saying truly verified that "Death loves a shining mark?" To say that she was amiable and intellectual would be but a moiety of the many virtues with which nature and cultivation had endowed her. Dear MARY has gone from the home her gentle presence brightened — from the hearts that cherished— yet her influence is not lost, nay, the memory of her pure example will be long cherished in many a heart. Lovely was the course of her life and we feel assured that her name was long since written in the Lamb's Book of Life. This temporal life is not all sunshine, nay, even in youth's bright morn, cares and sorrows have their place, and though pure she was, such came even unto her; but her faith was well- founded — her trust was in Him who rules the storm and tempers the wind to the shorn lambs. Almost with her expiring breath in a calm, sweet voice she sang that beautiful hymn: Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high, Hide me; O my Savior hide, Till the storm of life be past: Safe into the haven guide, O, receive my soul at last. MARY now lies at rest beneath the green sod where we may no more look upon the sweet face we have so fondly loved, yet we have the blessed thought to comfort that an angel child and sister await us in the Paradise of the blessed Redeemer. We shall miss thy sweet smile, thy gentle ways, thy amiable dispositon, dear MARY, yet we will sorrow not as those who have no hope, for we know that thou art not dead but sleepeth, and will awake with angelic beauty on the morning of the resurrection. Earth hath no sorrows that Heaven cannot heal. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, May 27, 1871 Page 3, Column 1 We are pained to announce the death of Mrs. T.R. Bry, wife of our esteemed friend Maj. H.M. Bry. Mrs. B. died on the 24th, of lung disease, having been ill seriously only a few minutes. She was in her 60th year of age at her death. We sympathize deeply with the bereaved family, now called to mourn so great a loss. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, May 27, 1871 Page 3, Column 3 A negro man was brutally murdered back of Trenton a few days ago. His wife makes affidavit that another negro, against whom the murdered man was a witness in a case of larceny, committed the murder. The alleged murderer is in jail, at present. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, May 27, 1871 Page 3, Column 3 RESOLUTIONS OF RESPECT. OUACHITA CITY, LA., May 14, 1871, Masonic Hall, Napoleon Lodge No. 91. WHEREAS, By the death of our brother, N.U. PIERCE, the gavel has again fallen from the hand of the Master in the East, which hand is now cold and stiff in death and will call up the Lodge by its rappings no more forever: And whereas, within the last six months two master builders have passed away from the east, and well may we exclaim, Fearful station! Who shall be able to stand! Therefore be it Resolved, That in the spirit of submission we recognize every dispensation of the Deity towards us as just, however severe they may seem to be and that oft behind a frowning providence He veils a smiling face, Resolved, That we will ever cherish that recollection that in Bro. PIERCE as a Mason were blended those noble tenets of our fraternity brotherly love, truth and charity. As Master of the Lodge, he was prompt and decisive, though courteous and kind. Resolved, That his station in the east, which is now vacant by his death, be clad in mourning and that the members of the Lodge wear the usual badge of mourning for the space of thirty days. Resolved, That the secretary of the Lodge be instructed to prepare a copy of these resolutions and forward the same to the relations of the deceased; if there be any in the country. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, July 1, 1871 Page 3, Column 3 DIED, In Monroe, La., June 21, 1871, Mrs. MARY T. DONNELL, in her sixtieth year of age. Deceased was the mother of Jas. R. and Robert Nelson, well known and worthy young men of this city. She had been afflicted for some time with an affection of the trachea, of which she finally died. Mrs. D. had lived in Monroe all her life, dieing upon the place where she was born, and she goes to her last resting place mourned by many friends. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, July 22, 1871 Page 2, Column 3 Grammont Filhiol. Communicated.] Mr. Grammont Filhiol, who departed this life on the 3d inst., was the oldest citizen to the manor born of the Ouachita Valley. His parents, both of French extraction, removed to this place, then called Fort Miro, about 1780. Three years afterwards, 1783, his father, Don Juan Filhiol, was appointed Commandant of the Post, an office which he retained until 1800, when he resigned it in the hands of Guillomme De la Beaume, Captain of Dragoons in the militia. Don Vincente Fernandes Texeiro succeeded as commandant. A number of his letters exiant, exhibit a proof of his zeal and strict honesty, in a position surrounded by great trials at times. They also give a curious insight into the character of the early settlers and the value of their occupations. The subject of this notice, G. Filhiol, was born on the 11th day of June, 1789. His early education, and, indeed, the only one he could receive in those days, devolved upon his parients. His mother, a pious and quiet lady, yet able to exercise perfect control over her children, for such is the character given her by the few surviving persons, like Mr. A. Lazare, who have known her personally— taught him his religion and his prayers, which he remembered and never failed to repeat often, to his dying day. His hand-writing bold and plain is the almost exact reproduction of that of the old Commandant, from whom he must have received his first lessons in that art. In the latter part of the century, Commandant Filhiol became the owner of the Arkansas Hot Springs, discovered by an exploring party sent by him up the Ouachita, who came upon them, during a hunting expedition, and reported them as the Devil's Hot Spouts. They were all granted to him by the Spanish government, for his services, with a tract of land containing a league square around them. He sold them to his son-in-law, Bourgeat; for the sum of $1500, but repurchased them afterwards for the same price, as is shown by an act on record in the parish of Pointe Coupee. Shortly after the purchase of Louisiana, G. Filhoil (sic), then quite a youth, was appointed flag bearer of the stars and stripes in a projected expedition against Mexico, on account of some boundary difficulty, and proceeded from here to Natchitoches; but the expedition went no further, as a speedy understanding was effected on the question. I heard him often merrily narrate the incidents of this episode. He married at an early age, in New Orleans, Dona Aurora Kolando. His first occupation in Monroe, as a hotel-keeper, was not very lucrative, for the very good reason, that whilst the landlord was kind and easy, the boarders, who consisted mostly of newcomers, were not over scrupulous in withholding the stipulated remuneration. This forced him to remove to a wild tract of land, which he called "Perseverance," a word significant of the expectations of his perseverant and industrious mind. It is the present Filhiol plantation, 12 miles below Monroe on the Ouachita. There, he labored faithfully. There was not an occupation about the place to which he was not all times ready to put his hand; and this habit of industry and self-reliance, he never lost to the very last. In 1851, G. Filhoil donated the ground where the Catholic Church stands in Monroe, and was with Dr. C.H. Dabbs a member of the building committee to erect it. The war between the North and South affected him deeply; he never missed an occasion to deplore it. He was seen at times to be moved to tears, while expressing his apprehensions about the future prospects of his country. One of his grandsons and his namesake died on the battlefield of Virginia. In the treatment of his slaves, he was indulgent to a fault, for they were indeed almost free, long before emancipation. His honesty is proverbial among all who ever dealt with him. Nothing met with more bitter reproof from his lips than dishonesty, either in officers of the government or private citizens. In his manners, he was considerate and exquisitely polite, reminding one of a gentleman of the old school. The country in losing G. Filhiol, has lost one of the old landmarks, which the present generation is fast forgetting in its onward march, on the track of time. Monroe, La., July 12th 1871. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, July 22, 1871 Page 3, Column 4 OBITUARY. On the 3rd day of July, 1871, Mr. GRAMMONT FILHIOL departed this life in the 83d year of his age. Mr. Filhiol was born at this place, then a Spanish post and called Fort Miro. His father, DON JUAN FILHIOL, for seventeen years from 1783 to 1800 was commandant of the Post for the Government of Spain, and as such, according to his own letter of resignation, exhibited the zeal of a faithful servant. In another letter, he says: "My reputation for honesty will survive me; it is likely to be the only wealth I shall leave to my children." Every one who knew his son, Mr. G. Filhiol, is able to say whether the old Commandant's inheritance failed to be preserved in the family. Surely the son could not boast any more of his wealth than the father, although he lived and died in very good circumstances; but we all know that, if he did not leave great wealth to his children, at least, he bequeathed them an untarnished reputation for hon(e)sty, which it is now their duty to maintain. Mr. G. Filhiol was a Catholic, and during the last days of his life, loved to hear repeated to him the prayers which "his mother taught him," as he called the Lord's prayer, Hail Mary, &c., and which he never ceased in his long life to repeat himself on his knees, morning and evening, until a short time before his death. If any faults he had — and who can say he had none? His fellow-christians know, that through the mercy of God and an humble confession, forgiveness is readily obtained. This makes them hope not to be uttering a vain wish, whenever they say of their departed friend: May his soul rest in peace! A FRIEND. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, August 5, 1871 Page 3, Column 3 Hon. John Slidell died in England last Sunday. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, August 5, 1871 Page 3, Column 4 DIED, Near Ouachita City, La., July 24, 1871, Mrs. D.W. STERLING, aged 31 years. Mrs. STERLING was born in the adjoining parish of Caldwell. Her death leaves motherless six small children, the two youngest of whom are twins only one month old. Truly, this is a sad dispinsation of Providence. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, August 12, 1871 Page 1, Column 3 Death of John Slidell. We are called to-day to record the death of Mr. John Slidell, a gentleman who, prior to the late war, figured largely in the politics of Louisiana and of the Union. This extent occurred in England, where the deceased and his family had for some years resided, but its particulars have not yet reached us. Mr. Slidell was a native of the State of New York, of English or Scotch descent, and was at an early period of his career, engaged in mercantile pursuits. While yet a young man he came to Louisiana, and commenced the practice of the law; in which he attained a prominent position. But his success as a lawyer was due less to his learning than to his energy and consumate business tact. He was not fond of the study of his profession, and we find that he soon manifested a predilection for political life. It afterwards proved to be the sphere of action for which he was best qualified. He was elected as Representative of Louisiana in the lower house of Congress, and afterwards served her in the Senate, of which body he was a member when the secession of the Southern States from the Union took place. Previous to his service as a Senator he was appointed by President Polk as Envoy and Minister Plenipotentiary to Mexico, and occupied that position in 1846, when the war between that country and this broke out. Mr. Slidell exercided a large influence in the Democratic party of the Union, particularly in the two National Conventions of that party held in Cincinnati and Charleston prior to the war. He was largely instrumental in procuring the nomination of Mr. Buchanan and Mr. Breckinridge to the Presidency and Vice-Presidency. By the former he was regarded as a mainstay and chief reliance. He opposed with success, at the Cincinnati Convention the nomination of General Quitman to the Vice-Presidency, and afterwards that of Stephen A. Douglass to the Presidency at the Charleston Convention. And he also performed a prominent part I the withdrawal of the Southern Senators from Congress and in establishing the Government of the Confederate States. He was sent by President Davis to France as Minister Plenipotentiary, but was never oficially received, although he enjoyed a personal intercourse with the Emperor Napoleon accorded to but few. We believe the Emperor's Government would have recognized the Confederacy but for one fact — the existence of slavery. It has been stated on authority that the Emperor suggested emancipation at an early period of the war, and intimated it was the only thing in the way. Mr. Slidell's name is interwoven with the history of the war, having been taken with his colleague, Mr. Mason, who was on his way as Minister to England, from the British steamship Trent, by Commander Wilkes of the United States Navy, while she was on her passage fro Havana to Southampton. The correspondence between England and the United States on this subject, and the subsequent release of the two Ministers form a memorable episode of the late war. Mr. Slidell remained in Paris until the surrender of Gen. Lee, and then took up his residence at Brighton, in England. Mr. Slidell was connected with Louisiana by his marriage with Miss Deslonde, daughter of one of the most respectable citizens of our State. This lady contributed greatly to the popularity of her husband in public life, both in this city and Washington. Her brilliant entertainments and charming manners are yet spoken of by those who were favored with her () adding greatly to the enjoyments of the Federal Capital. Mrs. Slidell died a few months ago in England, leaving a most interesting family. One of her daughters was married during the war to Barron Eulanger, a banker in Paris. Mr. Slidell possessed a trait of character which made him many faithful friends. He was always true to those who adhered to his political fortunes, and had the happy faculty of securing the unreserved confidence of those who knew him. He quarrelled with President Buchanan on account of the prosecution of an individual, (whom he had recommended to office,) because he believed it to be unjust. He was an able and a patriotic man and we are not likely soon to see his like again. — N.O. Bee. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, August 19, 1871 Page 2, Column 2 Death of Dr. C.G. Young The mournful intelligence of the death of this most estimable gentleman, patriot and christian was announced in the dispatches of last week. The Houston Telegraph furnishes the following particulars of the sad event. It seems that on Wednesday afternoon, Dr. C.G. Young, President of the Great Northern Road, and party got aboard a special train, consisting of the engine, tender and two flat clars, for the purpose of attending to some business at the head of the road. The train was running at a speed of eleven miles an hour, and it was a little past 6 o'clock that the forward trucks encountered the fatal log across the track. Dr. Young was sitting on the front car, and on the extreme foremost seat, some two feet from the edge of the "flat." After the accidnet, President Young was found under the engine, having been thrown forward. He had received some injuries on the head and leg, and his ribs on one side were torn from the spine. He was conscious, and inquired if they thought his leg would have to be amputated, or whether it was broken. News of the accident, as stated yesterday, reached the city by a man who came down on a hand-car, when Doctors Lunday and Powell were immediately sent up to attend to the wounded. Dr. Young and the brakesman were taken to the house of a Mr. Frausse, nearest to the spot of the accident, where every attention was given. Besides the two physicians from this city, Dr. Fowlkes from the other end of the line, attended on the occasion. We would more particularly mention that the specific injuries which proved fatal to President Young were fractures of the skull and leg. Upon Dr. Lunday's arrival the patient did not know him, and spoke, but incoherently. The funeral of President Young and Assistant Engineer Wilson, took place from the Methodist Church yesterday, at 4 p.m. A large number of friends and acquaintances attended the sad occasion. Dr. Young was President of the Houston & Great Northern railroad, an enterprise which he originated and was rapidly pushing to completion. As an evidence of his great railroad ability, it is stated that he procured in New York, within three days, sufficient stock subscriptions to build his road. He was, before the war, for some time President of the Vicksburg & Shreveport road, and was well known in North Louisiana, where he made hosts of friends who will deplore his melancholy fate. The Doctor was a brother of our esteemed friend, Gen. John Young, of Homer, and the father of Mr. Adam M. Young, of New Orleans, who is now traveling West of this. Dr. Young was a practical Christian, and a minister of the gospel, who never forgot his Lord and master amid all his business trials and troubles. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, September 2, 1871 Page 3, Column 4 DIED. In New Orleans, on Sunday, August 27, 1871, HARRIET LAMY, aged two months and six days, youngest daughter of J.A. and S.V. Phillips. DIED, of congestion, at her father's residence on the Island, in Ouachita parish, La., on Sunday, August 27, 1871, Miss CALLIE YONGUE, oldest daughter of Hugh Yongue; aged 21 years and 7 months. Thus, in the bloom of life, CALLIE has passed away; leaving a kind father, devoted sisters, a little brother, and many friends to mourn their loss, "Who need not the (painter's) art, To keep the memory of her face; Her living image in our hearts, Unchanged by death will hold its place." B. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, September 9, 1871 Page 2, Column 5 UNION. We are pained to learn that H.F. Stinson, an old resident and estimable citizen of this parish is dead. He died on Tuesday 29th ult., of congestion. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, September 9, 1871 Page 2, Column 5 Mr. Jno. Vandenburg, a worthy and industrious citizen of this city, died of ulceration of the bowels, on the 7th instant. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, September 16, 1871 Page 2, Column 4 BOSSIER. We clip the following from the Banner: Mr. Holland W. Clarke, our Parish Recorder, died in this village on the seventh inst., after being sick about a week. Mr. J.W. Robertson, a citizen of our village, was drowned in the channel of Bodcau lake at Durdin's Ferry, on the evening of the 5th inst. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, September 16, 1871 Page 3, Column 3 A little negro boy was instantly killed a few days ago, on Mr. Jno. Corcoran's place, by a lick from a ball. Another boy had struck the ball and landed it plump in the other boy's stomach, and, as his mother remarked, it "killed him as dead as he will ever be killed again." The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, September 16, 1871 Page 3, Column 3 DIED, In Monroe, La., September 6, 1871, FREDERICK MUIR, infant son of W.A. and F.L. L'Hommedieu; aged 13 months. New Orleans, Baltimore and Manchester (Md.) papers please copy. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, September 23, 1871 Page 2, Column 4 A Bright Star Fallen. Our New Orleans exchanges contain lengthy editorial notices of the demise of Major A.J. Wagner, of that city, who died, after a painful illness, on the 14th , in his forty-seventh year. Major Wagner was indeed a gentleman — noble, generous, manly, brave, talented and charitable in whatever he did or said. "There was," to borrow the eloquent words of the Picayune, "in his character, such symmetry that no single trait could have been changed for the better. And Nature, seeing she had to lodge a spirit so noble, gave him features and form I harmony with his character, so that whoever beheld his manly figure, or heard his "winning voice," must needs know that he stood in the presence of one of "Nature's noblemen." Major Wagner was a journalist, and the profession has never yet shown as a brighter, better specimen of the journalist, as he should be, than our dead brother. Knowingly he would not harm the meanest insect, and yet he had within him that Promethean fire that could consume fear in a twinkle, and throw a clear and steady light upon the most hazardous undertakings. To his country and his principles he was as true as the planets to their orbits. He was vivacious and kind-hearted, making friends of all he met; but not wanting when the stern dictates of duty demanded he should act. He was a scholar, and a writer exceedingly graceful both in thought and in execution. He was assiduous in the performance of his tasks, and affable and gentle to all with whom he had to do. If he lacked in anything, it was perhaps in energy; but who knows the trials, failures and aspirations of a poor broken-down, moneyless Confederate who, choosing the path of honor and consistency, came to his grave poor, when, others taking a different and more prosperous road, have amassed wealth and live in luxury, but with their honor tarnished and their country afresh given a martyr to their grasping avarice and ambition? Poor JACK! Honored and hallowed by thy green grave among those who watched thy boyhood, thy youth, and thy struggles in and on through an honorable life of hopes blasted and purposes balked! The pale and silvery moon, from her watchtower in the sky, will look down upon no humble mound around which will cluster sweeter recollections and holier offerings of friendship than that that marks thy last earthly home. Would we had the gift of poesy like some Homer of old, we would wed thy name and life of noble purposes to immortal verse! Alas! Poor STATE! Still battling with thy greatest trial, you have lost a noble and a true son! The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, November 4, 1871 Page 2, Column 4 A HERO GONE TO REST. DIED — In Monroe, October 31, 1871, at 9 P.M., THOS. R. HOTCHKISS< aged 32 years and 1 month. His funeral will take place from the residence of his sister, Mrs. Trask, at half-past 3 o'clock, to-day. The friends and acquaintance are respectfully invited to attend. Monroe, La., November 1, 1871 Such was the formal and modest notice, to our little city on Wednesday morning, of an event which has occasioned the deepest sorrow among our citizens and will carry to many a heart abroad the most profound grief and melancholy. Death, we all know, is our common lot, and when the summons to close our eyes and set forward on the march for eternity, may come, a kind and all-wise Creator has not revealed unto any of us; teaching us the lessons thereby all nature should heed, that no () thing has any determined limit of existence, and hence that the death of friends, neighbors and kindred is an event for which we should always be prepared. But how seldom this preparation is made and how hard it is to realize its multifarious bearings, before Death itself makes the occasion which startles us with the magnitude of our loss and the agony of our distress. In this instance, these poor words have a most forcible and touching application: our deceased friend was just entering upon the prime of life, but had made a name illustrious for deeds of daring and valor. He had throughout the day of his death been attending to his business as a merchant, although, for a month or two, not in robust health. About eight o'clock he retired to his room at the store, not feeling very well, and expressing a desire to sleep, but saying he was unable to do so. Mr. Grant, his clerk, administered a small opiate, and withdrew to close up the day's business. Returning shortly after, he was appalled to find that the gallant spirit of the noble hero had taken its flight, and that the earthly career of as brave and manly a soul has ever inhabited frail mortality, had in stillness and unobserved terminated forever! Fruitful as our country has been of men of noble deeds and gallant bearing, none of its sons are better entitled to applause from the living than our dead friend. A brief sketch of his life will attest his worth and establish his claims to the highest rank among those who have made Southern history illustrious in the grandeur of the acievements (sic) it commemorates. Major Hotchkiss was born in the city of New York, where his father, at the time, was a wholesale clothing merchant. Becoming embarrassed in business, the father removed to Louisville, and there died, leaving his son Thomas to the care of an uncle. Under his uncle's guardianship, the nephew became restive, and he left his roof at the age of sixteen, wandering off from Connecticutt, where the uncle lived, to the State of Ohio. Here he apprenticed himself, for three years, to a brick-maker and builder, working during the summer and attending school during the winter. At the termination of his appreanticeship, he started out to make his fortune as a contractor and builder. In this business he was engaged in Issaquena county, Mississippi, when the late war broke out. Among the first to enlist in defence of the South was private T. R. Hotchkiss, and here began a career of military exploits not surpassed in daring or in romantic incident by that of any of the heroes of the Lost Cause. In a short time after enlisting, Mr. Hotchkiss received authority to raise a separate company. He raised the company; ws made lieutenant at first, but very soon, through the active exertion of influential friends, he was raised to the captaincy to which he was originally entitled. Our limited information does not supply what transpired in the interval continuing until Capt. Hotchkiss ws taken upon the staff of the lamented Cleburne, who recognized in the dark flashing eye of the youthful Captain and in his extraordinary self-possession, the imprints of military genius; and that sturdy old hero, the Stonewall Jackson of the South-West whose blows were those of a giant and who never struck a blow that was not fatal, made Capt. Hotchkiss his Chief of Ordinance with the rank of Major. How Major Hotchkiss discharged his perilous duties we should never have learned from him, for he was a man as modest as he was meritorious; but fortunately we have other sources of information. Maj. J.W. Green, Gen. Hardee's Chief Engineer, informs us that at Murfreesboro and at Kennesaw Mountain he witnessed the conduct of Major Hotchkiss under fire, and he thinks he never saw such imperturbable coolness and bravery in his life. At Kennesaw, being in command of the artillery of Cleburne's Division, as he was also at Murfreesboro, Maj. Hotchkiss was required to check a sudden advance of the enemy. He posted two or three guns on a bald hill, under close fire of the enemy, set them to work, and took his position among the men. Other guns were brought up; while shells, canister and rifle balls were dealing out death on every hand, until three batteries were in position and responding to the enemy's fire. The man without fear then commenced his perilous round from gun to gun, twirling, as he walked, a small cane in his fingers, unmindful of the iron and leaden torrent raining about him, and as calm and self- collected as if it were a promenade he was taking! At Murfreesboro he was twice painfully wounded. With one foot crushed, he continued to fight his guns, oblivious of the wound that was to lame him for life; and he persisted in remaining there until ordered away by his General. As he was retiring, Major Green met him. Never gave a hero better evidence of courage than was visible in his emotion — the tears were streaming down his cheeks; and he seemed almost heart-broken. The command of his General to retire had occasioned his grief. But it was in exploding the Confederate magazine at Nashville, after that place had fallen and the Confederates had retired to Murfreesboro', that Major Hotchkiss performed the act that will immortalize his name. The Daily Chattanooga Rebel, dated January 17, 1863, contains an account of this deed, and the bare recital (which we will publish next week) is sufficient to make one shudder. The writer of fiction may turn aside from the region of romance to that fact, and find in the hazardous venture of Major Hotchkiss and the circumstances surrounding it, an episode in human affairs suited to his most ambitious projects. Riding straight from Murfreesboro' to Nashville, disguised only with a cloak, Major Hotchkiss went to the public square of the latter city, thence to a hotel, and there obtained his supper. He rode out of town to the Arsonal, situated in a glen, "a place tangled, obscure and wild." The wind was blowing a gale; the moon came and went as the clouds sailed over it, making shadown that seemed instinct with life; and above the weeping willows the powder- house reared itself, an object of terro and fit abode for the messengers of Death. Penetrating the building, the Major procured powder and fuse for his train; but not without an acident it thrills one with horror to contemplate. He carried a pistol cocked in his bosom, that was discharged with a hair trigger. The floor of the house was covered with loose powder. As he was opening a box, his pistol fell to the floor! What a moment — what a life-time in that fall! Closing his eyes as the pistol started from its place, the gallant officer prepared to see his mission forever closed simultaneously with the untoward completion of his task. But harmless the weapon rolled over on the floor and lay at his feet undischarged. The match prepared and train laid, the daring scout withdrew to be the solitary witness of the explosion which was soon to make Nashville tremble and illuminate the heavens. Minutes, that seemed hours, passed, and the explosion came not. Had he failed? Had he to return, to be, perhaps, betrayed by some hidden spark? Cautiously moving toward the house, he looked from an elevation. He could see the house and the location of his train, but no fire. Steadily watching, he at last perceived a small spark under a ledge of rock within a few paces of the building. Then came the race for life. Just as he reached his horse, a sudden glare of light and an awful detonation pronounced the work complete, with mid-day splendor and in thundering tones. That night he reached camp, and around the camp fires was made, no doubt, to rehearse over and again the story of the explosion; but only the imagination of the listeners could reckon the thoughts and feelings of a man in such a perilous situation as that we have barely sketched. It is such a man as this that we have laid at rest — that has quietly pursued his way among us, the most unobtrusive, and yet the most valorous of us all. No belted knight of old ever possessed more courage, more magnimity, more charity or braver impulses than did THOMAS R. HOTCHKISS. He was insensible to fear. He was honorable and hones; upright, liberal, manly and good. The South was his idol, and he never ceased to regret her failure and her misfortunes, and we doubt not that his dying aspirations in his lonely chamber were for her glory and her greatness. God give his soul rest forever! Since the war, Major Hotchkiss has been planting, until this year when he removed to Monroe and commenced merchandising. Few who have seen the quiet and industrious man of business, or who lately saw him erecting the house in which his sister dwells, knew or suspected what a heroic record he had made, and there are none who will not lament sincerely and profoundly his untimely death. His funeral obsequies were largely attended, the Fire Department, of which he was a member, conducting the ceremonies, with the aid of the Silver Cornet Band. Age and beauty united in testifying their admiration for the dead warrior, resting now in "Fame's eternal camping ground," where tattoes, alarms and brazen-throated guns are never heard. Perhaps none of the happy young hearts that gathered there knew that the dead chief once had a love, and that the suit he then wore was purchased for his wedding. But so it was. He sought a fair hand once, and won it; but parental objections prevented the nuptials. His dream of love and of life is over; let a grateful country cherish his memory. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, November 18, 1871 Page 3, Column 3 DIED, At Hempstead, Texas, Nov. 5, 1871, OPHELIA GRAHAM, second daughter of George L. and Ophelia L. Herndon; aged one year and seven months. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, November 25, 1871 Page 2, Column 3 Death of Oscar Dunn. NEW ORLEANS, November 22. — Lieut. Gov. Oscar J. Dunn died at six o'clock this morning, at his residence, No. 332 Canal street after three days' illness, of congestion of the brain and lungs; aged 51 years. The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, November 25, 1871 Page 3, Column 2 IN MEMORIAM. JOHN T. FAULK, one of the early immigrants to the State of Louisiana and one of the links connecting the present generation with the early history of our government as established by Washington and his compeers, was born in Bladen county, North Carolina, on the 26th of December, 1784, from whence he emmigrated with his father and family in 1806. Arriving in Mississippi early in the following year, he made a short stay in Adams county, where he married Elizabeth Martin on the 29th of May, 1807. Moving soon after to Louisiana, he remained a citizen of the State, and with a little exception a resident of Ouachita parish, to the day of his death, which occured on the 5th of November, 1871, he having attained the advanced age of 86 years, 10 months and 10 days. He was one of the very few now remaining who served his country in the last British war, under General Jackson, and was wounded in the defense of New Orleans on the 7th of January, 1815, on the day before the great and decisive battle was fought, and the wound made him comparatively a cripple to the day of his death. Early in life he became convinced of his need of a Savior, and about the year 1800, under the preaching of Bishop Asbury and by those words in the prayer of Jesus for his apostles, "Neither pray I for thee alone, but for them also which shall believe on me through their word, "he was led to a saving faith in Christ, and the enjoyment of that peace comforted him through life and sustained him while passing through the valley of the shadow of death. It was ever a grateful thought to him, and one on which he loved to dwell, that he and all believers were the subjects of the Savior's prayer. He became a member of the Methodist church when quite young, and was ever devoted to the religion of Jesus as taught in the holy evangelists, never missing an opportunity of impressing upon the minds of those with whom he came in contact the truth as revealed in holy writ, and more especially the members of his own household. Religion has been his theme, and the Bible his companion for years past. From age and infirmity he had become very feeble but his mind was ever clear, and he was ready to give a reason "of the hope that was in him." During the latter years of his life when sickness would prostrate him, his only fear was that he would again recover, but in every instance would say, "Not mine but thy will be done, O Lord." During his last illness he appeared to be fully aware that his dissolution was at hand, and said the invitation had come for him to take up his abode in a more fitting and commodious mansion, and taht he should soon receive that crown of righteousness which the Lord, the righteous judge, had in reserve for him. He gave some instructions respecting his burial, and bid those he left behind not to sorrow for him as all was well. He was perfectly resigned to the will of God, and in whose paradise we doubt not his immortal soul now is, while his body lies in the embrace of mother earth in the church-yard at Faulk's chapel, there to sleep until aroused by the trump of the great Arch Angel. * * * The Ouachita Telegraph Saturday, December 16, 1871 Page 2, Column 3 Obituary. Capt. Wm. A. Lacy, of Shreveport, died in that city on the 3rd inst. Capt. Lacy was of a well known and highly gifted family, and was himself a man of brilliant parts; — "at one time," says the South Western very truly, "the pride of the social circle, and an ornament to the legal profession." Cornelius Fellows, a well known commission merchant in New Orleans before the war, died in that city a few days ago, lamented by a large circle of friends. # # #