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The Liberty Tribune 1865
DEATHS IN THE LIBERTY TRIBUNE, CLAY COUNTY, MISSOURI

The following death notices appeared in The Liberty Tribune, Liberty, Clay 
County, Missouri during the year of 1865.  Some the deaths did not occur in 
Clay County.  The date of publication is shown prior to the item(s).

Jan 6, 1865:
Wm. C. Remington, late of Platte City, died in Nebraska City on the 20th ult., 
of Pneumonia.

Gentle Susan Jones
She is gone! The beautiful, the lovely, kind and gentle Susie is no more!  The 
light of her clear eyes, and the music of her sweet voice will greet us not 
again.
“In the cold, moist earth we laid her,
When the forest cast the leaf,
And we wept that one so lovely,
Should have a life so brief.”
Oh! what true emblems of man’s shadowy life, are the sweet flowers that bloom 
and fade around us.  In the morning they spring up, gay and joyous, the dewy 
air is loaded with the sweet fragrance of their blossoms; and in the evening 
they fade and die.  While we deplore her untimely death, let us imitate her 
example.  Although young, with a mind far from being matured, she possessed 
every virtue that adorn the character of a woman.  With a temper as mild and 
gentle as the dove, she had energy and decision of character enough for the 
most trying exigence.  Her pure and unaffected modesty endeared her to all.  
The kindness of her manners, was the result of acting upon that great principle 
of Christianity, “Do unto others as we would they should do unto us.”  Such is 
a brief, faint outline of the character of our dear departed friend.  We looked 
forward to the time when she should adorn the brightest circle of social life; 
when the influence of her character should bless the world.  But God said 
differently, and has transplanted this fair flower, we trust, where a milder 
climate, and brighter skies, shall make her an angel instead of a mortal.
Dear friends, if ever your wanderings should take you to Susie’s grave, oh! 
tread lightly o’er that hallowed dust, and sprinkle the turf with the sweetest 
flowers of spring.  Let us so live that when the winter of death shall come, it 
may be the harbinger of the unfading and glorious spring of immortality.
Oh, Susie! although thy spirit has taken its departure, and thy body is 
consigned to the tomb, to moulder and to return to its mother dust, yet thou 
shalt ever be fresh in my memory.  Then dream on, dear one, and let thy sleep 
be quiet and peaceful.  I will try to follow your footsteps, and if I should be 
as fortunate as to obtain a home in that blissful region, of which you are now 
an inhabitant, there will be a happy meeting – for I will meet thee – oh! I 
will meet thee in Heaven.          S. B. W. 

Jan 13, 1865:
In this county on the 5th inst., Mr. Valentine S. Peyton, aged about 80 years.  
He was one of the oldest citizens of Clay county and was universally esteemed 
by his fellow citizens for his many excellent traits of character.  “Peace to 
his ashes.”

Feb 3, 1865:
In this city on Monday last, suddenly of disease of the heart, Capt. Wm. A. 
McCarty, aged about 39 years.
Few men have left behind them a better name amongst those who knew them 
intimately.  It may be said of him, of a truth, that he was an honest man; and 
in the relation of a husband, and a father, no better man ever lived.  He had 
been a citizen of Clay county for about 17 years, and in his business and 
social relations no man stood higher, and as the Captain of a company of 
militia he was universally esteemed by his men, and proved himself an efficient 
and gallant officer.  His remains were followed to the grave by a very large 
concourse of people.  May he rest in peace.

At Harlem, Clay co., Mo., on the 30th day of Jan., 1865, Blucher Day, son of 
G.S.W. & Lucinda Jesse, aged 7 weeks and one day.

Feb 10, 1865:
At Harlem, Clay co., Mo., on the 30th day of Jan., 1865, Blucher Day, son of 
G.S.W. & Lucinda Jesse, aged 7 weeks and one day.
Another bud has faded
A star has ceased to shine;
Another little spirit,
Has gone to climes divine.
Another flower is blooming
In celestial fields away,
Where no black clouds of sorrow,
Can dim the eternal lay.

Mar 3, 1865:
In this county, on the 24th ult., James P. McCarty, Esq., aged 44 years 4 
months and 12 days.
Mr. McCarty was one of Clay county’s best citizens, and was universally beloved 
by all who knew him, and his aged mother and other relatives and friends have 
the heartfelt sympathy and condolence of this community.  James McCarty’s place 
in society will be hard to fill.

In this county, on the 1st inst., John D. Hall, Esq., aged about sixty-five 
years.

Mar 10, 1865:
Col John Scott, an old an influential citizen of St. Joseph, died there a few 
days since.

Obituary. – Departed this life, March 3d 1865, after a painful illness of eight 
weeks, Joseph P. Downing, aged thirty-five years.
Death has again entered our midst and called away another to his reward.  
Although suffering greatly at times, yet he bore his sufferings without a 
murmur and with Christian resignation. Brother Downing had for years been a 
member of the Baptist Church, (for a time in connection with the Second Baptist 
church in Liberty,) and his walk corresponded with his profession.  But in the 
prime of life he has been called from the embrace of his little family below, 
to enter the family of the redeemed above.  On Last Saturday afternoon, March 
4th, a large and sympathizing congregation followed his remains, from the 
Baptist church, to their last resting place in the New Cemetery.  Brother 
Downing leaves a bereaved companion and a little son and daughter to mourn his 
early death.  To all the bereaved, to his companion, to parents, brothers and 
sisters, we would say: “Mourn not as those who have no hope; your loss is his 
eternal gain.  Remembering that those who love and serve the Savior here, will 
meet beyond the grave, where “There shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor 
crying, neither shall there be any more pain, for the former things are passed 
away,” Rev. 21:4.
“Not for thee shall tears be given,
Child of God and heir of Heaven;
For He gave thee sweet --------
Thine, the Christian’s death of peace.”
Brother, in that solemn trust,
We commend thee, dust to dust,
In that faith we wait till risen,
Thou shall meet us all in Heaven.”            
A.                            Liberty, MO., March 7th, 1865.

Mar 17, 1865:
In this county on the 8th inst., after an illness of 20 hours, of brain fever, 
James William, son of Joseph and Marinda Everman, aged 21 months and 16 days.
Mother, has the dove that nestled
Lovingly upon thy breast,
Folded up its little pinions,
And in darkness gone to rest.
And when night dark shadows fleeing,
Low thou bendest thee in prayer,
And thy heart feels nearest Heaven,
Then thy angel babe is there.

Mar 24, 1865:
Died, in Lexington, Ky., Feb. 22d 1865, Malcom Bosborth, aged 23 years.

In this city, on the 23d inst., after a short illness, James Gray, aged about 
38 years.

Death of Mrs. Eliza Neff.
The cold icy hand has again visited this once happy family, and bore away 
another one of its little number.  We are almost forced to say that our Divine 
Ruler is unjust, to call away one that was so much loved by not only her family 
members, but by all who were acquainted with her.  We think it a hard sentence 
to be passed upon us; but we will comfort ourselves with the last words of our 
dear Saviour, whilst suspended upon the cross of Calvary, “Not my will, Father, 
but thine be done.”  Time speeds away, and life bears us on in one narrow 
channel from the cradle to the grave.  By the transgression of one person sin 
entered into the world, by sin came death.  So all have sinned, and all must 
die.  But she is gone! her spirit has taken its flight to its eternal home.  As 
our old friend said in his few remarks made at the grave, “she has paid the 
debt that we all shall soon pay.  AS a wife, she was dear; as a mother, she was 
affectionate; as a neighbor, she was beloved, and as a Christian, she was 
honored.  But is it heart rendering to her dear children to be separated from 
her forever, when she was so much attached to them – ever ministering to their 
many wants with an untiring will and unweary limbs.
When she died, she had arrived at the age of two score and eight, having been a 
member of the Christian Church for upwards of twenty years.  As a member she 
was beloved by all her brothers and sisters, we soon shall pay the debt that 
she has just paid.  Let us prepare to meet our mother where parting is known no 
more.  Our Saviour has said “He that seeketh after righteousness shall find 
redemption for the soul.”  Let us not hesitate upon a decision whether we will 
obey God or man. 

[Louisville, March 17.]  
Jerome Clark, alias Sue Monday was hung this p.m. in pursuance of the sentence 
of a military commission.  He died protesting that at the time of his capture 
and since the commencement of the war he was a confederate soldier.  

Mar 31, 1865:
A Man Shot. – WE learn from a person who lives in Platte county, that on Friday 
last, a man named Wm. G. Wilkerson, who resides near Smithville, near the Clay 
line, while on his way from Ridgely to his home, was met on the road by three 
men and killed, several bullets being fire in his body.  He was considered a 
sympathizer. – St. Joe Union.

April 14, 1865:
Elder Thos. P. Stephens, died on Sunday the 2d April, 1865, at his residence in 
Calloway county, Mo., after a short illness, aged 78 years.  He was a minister 
of the Old Baptist Church, and had a wide influence with his brothers.  

Shot. – a man named Thomas Tinsley, a resident of Platte county, near 
Smithville, was shot and killed on Monday, near Union Mills, in this county.  
He was riding along the road when two men overtook him, and without a word shot 
him down.  The perpetrators of the act immediately disappeared, and have not 
since been heard of.  Mr. Tinsley was regarded as a sympathizer with the 
rebellion, and it is presumed that for this his life was taken.  St. Joseph 
Herald.

April 21, 1865:
Died at his residence in Holt county, on the 6th April, after a short illness, 
Elder G.B. Thorp (brother of Judge Jos. Thor. of this county) age about 51 
years.

War Department, Washington, April 15, 
To Major General Dix:
Abraham Lincoln died this morning at twenty-two minutes past seven o’clock.  
Fred Sewards’ skull is fractured in two places, besides a severe cut on the 
head.  The attendant is still alive, but his condition is hopeless.

Death of President Thompson.
The many friends of President Thompson will regret to read the following 
announcement of his death.  He leaves a wife and a family of small children, to 
lament his loss.  They have the sympathy of this community in their bereavement:
Sidney, Iowa, April 14, 1865.
R.H. Miller, Esq.: - Dear Sir: I am called upon to announce to you the death of 
Prest. William Thompson, formerly of your city; he died last night about twelve 
o’clock, after an illness of eight days.  His disease was pneumonia.  His loss 
is deeply felt by our community, as he had just commenced a school in our town 
with Prof. J.B. Bradley, as assistant, under very flattering prospects – the 
school already numbering som 150 scholars.  He will be buried tomorrow evening 
with Masonic honors – he being an honorable member of the Fraternity.  You may 
make this announcement in the Tribune that his many friends in your State may 
know his career of usefulness on this earth has ceased.
Yours Respectfully, W.H. Wood.
Sidney, Iowa, April 14, 1865.
Mr. R.H. Miller: - It is with grief I write you the melancholy fact that Prest. 
Thompson died last night of lung fever, in this place, after an illness of only 
a few days.
Truly Yours, L. Lingenfelter.

Death of W.T. Reynolds. – W.T. Reynolds, who was shot in his business house in 
this city about three weeks ago, by an unknown soldier, died yesterday morning, 
after intense suffering.  His untimely death is deeply deplored by his numerous 
friends in this county, and his young and devoted wife and two small children 
have the heartfelt sympathies of this people in this their hour of affliction.  
In the death of Mr. Reynolds the county has lost one of its best business men, 
and the community one of its most enterprising and truest citizens.  He will be 
buried today at 10 o’clock with Masonic honors.

Apr 28, 1865:
Testimonial.
Liberty, Mo., April 20, 1865.
At a called meeting of Liberty Lodge, no. 31, held at Mason’s Hall, on 
Thursday, April 20th, A.D., 1865, a committee was appointed to draft 
resolutions expressive of the sense of this Lodge upon the death of our late 
Master and brother, Rev. William Thompson.  Said committee reported the 
following preamble and resolutions, which were adopted unanimously by the Lodge:
Whereas, It has pleased the Almighty of the Universe to remove from our circle 
our late Master and brother, Rev. William Thompson, who departed this life on 
Thursday, the 13th day of April, A.D., 1865, at Sydney, Iowa, after a short 
illness with Pneumonia, and who has left a wife and children with a large 
circle of devoted friends and relations to mourn his loss; therefore, be it 
Resolved,
1st.  That we deeply deplore the loss of our late Master and brother Rev. 
William Thompson, and sincerely sympathize with his bereaved family who are 
enabled to sustain their bereavement by that grace that our Lord has given to 
his afflicted children here below; and in this their hour of need and distress, 
we point them to the Lion of the tribe of Judah, who has testified to us that 
this mortality shall put on the robe of immortality, and so appear in the 
Celestial Lodge above, where God will be our Grand Master, and his redeemed 
made perfect by the blood of our crucified Saviour.
2d.  That brother William Thompson was kind and affectionate as a husband and 
parent – benevolent as a neighbor – and ever ready and willing to relieve the 
wants of the poor and distressed.
3d.  That the Lodge be draped in mourning for thirty days, and that the 
brethren wear the usual badge of mourning for the same length of time.
4th.  That this preamble and resolutions be spread upon the minutes of the 
Lodge, and that a copy of the same be delivered to the family of our deceased 
brother by the Secretary of this lodge, and also a copy be furnished to the 
Liberty Tribune for publication. 

May 5, 1865:
Booth Killed.
The miserable wretch who murdered the President has already met his doom.  
Together with an accomplice he was chased from a swamp in Maryland by our 
forces and took refuge in a barn.  The barn was fired and Booth in attempting 
to escape was shot and killed, and his accomplice arrested.  Thus in less than 
a fortnight from the time of the commission of his cowardly murder he has been 
sent to his final account.  The only regret in the matter is that he was not 
captured alive so that he could have been hung like a dog.  His accomplice will 
probably tell the whole story. – Kansas City Jour.

May 12, 1865:
Obituary.
Died, on the 2nd of May, 1865, Mrs. Elizabeth Fritzlen, being 71 years, 4 
months and 28 days of age.  She was member of the Regular Baptist Church 
largely over 40 years.  Her generosity and kindness as a neighbor endeared her 
to her acquaintances; a discreet and pleasant member of the church of Christ, 
and for more than 40 years held up the banner of her glorious Saviour till he 
called her hence, leaving children and grand children. , brethren, and a large 
circle of friends to mourn her loss – tho’ their loss is her eternal gain.  
When coming down to the house appointed for all living, like a ripe shock of 
corn, she was gathered to her Fathers.  On her dying bed she had the delightful 
beaming countenance of her Saviour.  She talked of it with friends joyfully, 
endeavored to sing praises to his adorable name, and in her right mind glided 
through the “valley and shadow of death,” into the promised land.  She is now 
resting from her labors and her works do follow her, and God her Saviour will 
lead her into living fountains of water forevermore, Amen.     H.  H.  

Killed by Guerrillas. – Wm. Bernaw was killed day before yesterday six miles 
from Hickman’s Mills, on the Harrisonville road, by three bushwhackers.  He was 
shot three times in the head, once in the neck and once through the breast.  
Bernaw was moving from Clay county to Cass.
John Angle, of Harrisonville, was met by three bushwhackers near the crossing 
on the Big Blue, on the road to Hickman’s Mills, who took a revolver from him.  
His life was saved by the timely arrival of some Federal troops, on their way 
to Hickman’s Mills, who gave chase to the bushwhackers and exchanged shots with 
them.  Kansas City Journal.

Tribute of Respect:
At a called meeting of the Nishnabottany Lodge, No. 153, held at the Masonic 
Hall, in Sidney, Iowa, on the – day of April, 1865, a committee were appointed 
consisting of L. Lingenfelter, William H. wood, J.N. Cornish and L.D. Bentley, 
to draft resolutions expressive of the sense of the Lodge upon the death of our 
esteemed brother, William Thompson, a member of Liberty Lodge, in the State of 
Missouri, and who had recently settled amongst us; whereupon the committee 
reported the following preamble and resolutions, which were unanimously adopted:
Whereas, It has pleased the Great Ruler of the Universe, to remove from our 
circle our esteemed brother, who departed this life, in this place, on the 13th 
day of April, 1865, therefore Resolved – 
1st.  That we deeply deplore the loss of our brother, the Rev. Wm. Thompson, 
who had just settled in our community, as almost irreparable to the citizens of 
this community, especially when we consider the moral, literary and religious 
influence he was destined to exert in our midst.
2d  That in the death of brother Thompson the fraternity have lost a true 
hearted brother; the Baptist Church, a devoted Christian and talented minister; 
his family, a tender, affectionate husband and parent, and this community, a 
benevolent man.
3d.  That we deeply condole with the family of our deceased brother, and we 
hereby tender them our heartfelt sympathies – assuring them that we firmly 
believe that though their best friend has been removed from his terrestrial 
abode that he has only gone before them to that Celestial Home, whence no 
traveler ever returns.
4th.  That this Lodge be draped in mourning, and the brethren hereby agree to 
wear the usual badge of mourning for thirty days as a testimonial of their 
respect for the memory of the deceased.
5th.  That this preamble and these resolutions, be published in the “Liberty 
Tribune,” the “Missouri Statesman,” and the “Desmoines Registry,” and a copy of 
the same be presented, by our Secretary, to the family of our deceased 
brother.  

May 19, 1865:
Obituary. – Died, on the 16th inst., at the residence of Maj. Alvan Lightburne, 
in this city, after an illness of more than twelve months, Ellen L. Ready, aged 
thirteen years.
Though this patient, little sufferer was early in life bidden to pass thro the 
Dark Valley, yet to her the pilgrimage was one of ecstacy and not of terror, - 
gleamings of light from the Celestial City made her pathway radiant as the 
day, - for she had remembered her Creator in the days of her youth.  Death was 
not to her the King of Terrors, but the kindliest of friends and the sweetest 
of balms, taking far away the pain, the sorrow, the suffering, and softly 
awaking the earth weary spirit amid the ambrosial bowers of Paradise.  To 
prepare her for the journey hence, she had been shod with the preparation of 
the Gospel, for during last fall when a season of refreshment from the Lord 
visited the churches in this city, she was smitten with the sacred love of 
Jesus. – humbly professed his name,- was lifted from her couch of sickness and 
solemnly buried with Christ in baptism.  She is now blissful among the blessed; 
Shall we mourn or rejoice at her departure from ?

Departed this life on the 10th inst., at 2 o’clock, at the residence of Mrs. 
E.T. Pogue, Kennie D., infant daughter of Ella Bradford, aged nine months.
We miss thee, little darling,
Yet we would not call thee back to earth again,
For thou art a bud of purity and loveliness,
And will bloom in the Celestial City. 

May 26, 1865:
A guerilla named Bill Hamlin was captured and killed on the 11 inst., near 
Elkhorn, by a squad of Ray county militia.  They say he made an attempt to 
escape after his capture.

Jun 2, 1865:
Sudden Death. –Day before yesterday a man who registerd himself as J.H. Ford, 
Kentucky, arrived on the steamer Emilie and stopped at the Gillis House.  He 
said hew desirous of going to Liberty, Missouri, but at the time of the 
departure of the stage for that point concluded to remain.  Yesterday morning 
he took his breakfast, and after strolling thro’ the city for several hours 
returned to the hotel.
The last seen of him alive, he was having his boots blacked by a Negro in the 
house.  Mr. Ford immediately afterwards retired to hi room.  The servant in 
calling at his apartments, to summon him for dinner, was horrified to find him 
dead.  Mr. Ford was about thirty years of age.
The above facts are derived from the proprietor of the Gilliss House.  A 
coroner’s inquest was held on the body last evening, the result of which we did 
not learn. – Kansas City Journal.

Jun 9, 1865:
Bushwhackers Killed. – On last Thursday a detachment of Howard county Militia 
under Sergeant Robert Diggs, encountered a gang of eleven bushwhackers at the 
residence of Asa Thompson, six miles from Fayette near the Rocheport road.  A 
fight ensued and four bushwhackers were killed; and one militiaman, Benj. 
Reeves, received a flesh wound in the shoulder.  The bushwhackers were routed 
and fled.  Those killed were: John Chapman of Clay; W.W. Maupin, of Callaway, 
son of Waller W. Maupin, of Boone; --- Cassell of Jackson, identified by 
Captain Martin of Howard county, formerly of the rebel army; --- Kelly, of St. 
Louis, who had lost his right arm. – Columbia Statesman.

June 16, 1865:
Dr. Wm. B. Jewell, of Boone county, and grandson and heir of Dr. Jewell, the 
founder of “Wm. Jewell College,” died recently in the 21st year of his age, 
leaving a wife and child.
We understand Dr. Wm. Jewell willed his property to his grandson, with the 
proviso that if he died before he was 21 years of age, it should go to Wm. 
Jewell College, and unthoughtedly making no provisio for the contingency of his 
grandson marrying and having heirs before he was 21.  We presume, however, “Wm. 
Jewell College” will lay no claim to the estate under the peculiar 
circumstances of the case.  We would like to see “Wm Jewell college” endowed, 
but we don’t want it done at the expense of the widow and the orphan.  

Jun 23, 1865:
Death of Christian Kribben. – Christian Kribben, a well known lawyer, and a 
Democratic politician of this city, died yesterday, aged forty-four years.  He 
was a native of Cologne, Prussia.  He had lived in St. Louis for nearly thirty 
years, pursuing the practice of law, and had gained an enviable reputation as a 
jurist and advocate at a bar noted for the ability and talents of its members.  
He served in the Mexican war as a Lieutenant under Doniphan, and was twice 
elected to the Legislature, serving one term as Speaker of the House.  – St. 
Louis Dis. 

Jun 30, 1865:
In this city, on the 27th inst., Walter, son of William and Ann A. Dougherty, 
aged 14 months and 1 week.
“Thou wert so like a form of light
That Heaven benignly called thee hence,
Ere yet the world could breathe one blight
O’er thy sweet innocence;
And through that bright home to bliss
Art passed, with all thy loveliness,
Whose all of life, a rosy ray,
Blushed into dawn, and passed away.”

In this city, on the 24th inst., Miss Clara Rose Grant, 3d daughter of P.B. and 
Elizabeth Grant, in the 18th year of her age.
“Oh, it grieved our souls to see
The cheeks we loved grow pale and thin,
The fire go out, from the eyes deep glow
Where such loving glance hath been.
But the eyes that seemed to glazed and dim
Are bright enough in the courts above
Where the golden harps of the seraphim
Chime to the touch of love.”

Jul 7, 1865:
Obituary. – Died, in this city, on the 24th of June, Clara Rose Grant, daughter 
of P.B. Grant, in the nineteenth year of her age.
“She passed from earth like a pensive light
Which slowly fades at evening.
Her spotless soul has winged its flight
To its own bright home in Heaven.”
And now, another little star twinkles in the firmament of Heaven, and another 
golden lyre, divinely attuned, breathes softest, sweetest music before the 
throne of the most High.  Those who witnessed her last moments can truly 
say, “’Tis sweet to die in Jesus.”  When the first thought that she was dying 
came to her, faintly from her pale lips came the inquiry, “Am I dying?” and 
when told that she was, no terror was depicted on her face, but a sweet smile 
played upon her features, and she calmly answered “it is all right.”  A fond 
parting blessing was given to parents and sisters and to the weeping mother she 
turned to give consolation.
“Mother, dear mother, oh weep no more,
For when life’s wearisome day is o’er
You’ll come to your darling her above
And dwell forever in Christ’s dear love.”
Then soft as a strain of music, when it dies, the spirit left its feeble 
tenement to join the angel throng around the “Great White Throne.”
WE miss the bird-like music of her voice, and sorrow that we shall see her no 
more on earth, but dearly as we’ve loved her, we could not wish her back gain; 
ah, no! she has left us with no weary weight of wrong, the brightest of the 
household band.  Mother of the lost one! “Gaze thou back on other years, see 
her freed from clouds and troubles, girlhood’s dreams and tears;” her little 
barque is safely moored, and her spirit basks in sunlight in that land beyond 
the grave.  Then weep not that she is thus early called, but over remember a 
guardian angel is hovering over you, shielding you from sin.
Farewell, dear Rosie! Sweet by thy sleep in thy quiet graveyard home.  ‘Tis but 
a little while until we, too, will reach the far off spirit land, and with 
thee, sing the praises of the Lamb in Heaven.                          Julia T.

Jul 14, 1865:
“She is not Dead, but Sleepeth.” – At her residence, near Barry, Mo., on 
Tuesday, June 27th, at 4 o’clock, A.M., quietly fell asleep in the arms of 
Jesus, Mrs. Eliza Gash, in her 64th year, after a painful protracted illness of 
nearly three month – during which time she never uttered a complaint, but 
patiently awaited the time of her departure.
For forty-seven years she was a faithful and devoted member of the Presbyterian 
church, and has at last gone home to rest from her labors.  She had no fear of 
death, but welcomed him as a sweet messenger sent to translate her from this 
imperfect to that all perfect and glorious world, where the wicked cease from 
troubling and the weary are at rest.
A kind and affectionate mother, preferring the happiness of her children above 
all else – nor was she ever heard to speak evil of her neighbors, but was ever 
ready, with reasonable excuses for them, to throw the mantle of charity over 
their foibles.
“Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep,
From which none ever wake to weep
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes.”
July 4th, 1865             C.

Another Massacre by the Indians.
We learned last evening that N.W. Burris of Iowa, Frank H. Angevine of New 
York, Franklin and George Friend, Abraham Lott, John Alley, John Andrews, Henry 
Martin, James H. Lyon, and a colored man named Jas. Perie, were massacred by 
Blood Indians )a band of the blackfoot Nation) near the mouth of the Maria 
river twelve miles from Fort Benton, Montana Territory on the 25th of May.  
These men were cutting house logs two miles from the little town of Orphir, 
when these savages fell upon them and killed the whole party, scalping and 
brutally mutilating Angevine, Franklin, Friend, Andrews and Alley. – Kansas 
City Jour.

Jul 21, 1865:
Died, at the residence of her Aunt, Mrs. Arnold, near Nicholsville, Jessamine 
county, Ky., June the 20th, 1865, Miss Lucy J. Riley, daughter of Maj. Alfred 
M. Riley, of this county, aged about 20 years.
Although far from the parental roof and dear relations and friends at home, she 
was attended by dear relatives and friends, and all that they and the bet 
medical aid could do was done for her relief.  Alas, alas! she fell destroyer 
came and claimed our lovely friend.  Having early in life professed faith in 
Christ, her Saviour, her faith failed not.  She was fully aware of her 
approaching dissolation and was perfectly resigned to death.  While she prayed 
fervently to God to sustain her in her hour of trial, and guide her safely 
through the dark valley and shadow of death, she sang aloud the praises of Him 
that had redeemed her from sin and the grave.  “Oh death where is thy sting, oh 
grave where is thy victory.”  “Thanks be to God, who giveth us the victory, 
through our Lord, Jesus Christ.” 
A.  Friend.

I.O.O.F.
At a regular meeting of Liberty Lodge No. 49, I.O.O.F., Saturday evening, July 
8th, 1865, the following preamble and resolutions were adopted.
Whereas, It has pleased Almighty God in his infinite wisdom to remove from our 
midst Bro. Thomas J. Bowman, therefore be it
Resolved, That in the death of Brother Bowman the order has lost a tried and 
faithful member, his relatives an affectionate son and brother, and the 
community a worthy and upright citizen.
Resolved, That we tender our sympathies to his relatives in this their deep 
affliction.
Resolved, That the member of the Lodge wear the usual badge of mourning for 
thirty days, and that a copy of these resolutions be furnished to the relatives 
of the deceased and be published in the “Liberty Tribune.”
By order of the Lodge.     J.T. Marsh, N.G.           Attest: J.L. Evans, R.S.

Death of John S. Campbell. – Our people were saddened yesterday morning by the 
intelligence of the death of John S. Campbell, one of the oldest and most 
respected citizens of this city.
Mr. Campbell was born in Madison county, Ky., November 17, 1814, and was in his 
fifty-first year.  He removed about forty years age, with his father, Col. Wm. 
Campbell, to Clay county, and has since made that and Jackson county his home.  
He was married in 1843 to Miss Ellen McGee, daughter of the late Col. Jas. H. 
McGee, we believe the first settler on what is now Kansas City.  Mr. Campbell 
became very early identified with the interest of Kansas City, and has ever 
been one of its most active useful and enterprising citizens.  In all relations 
of life John S. Campbell was a good man and a good citizen.  His life toward 
his neighbor was blameless, cheerful, kind, benevolent and humane, and his name 
was a synonym of honesty with all who knew him.  In every respect he was an 
exemplary man, esteemed and respected by all – he has died without an enemy and 
leaves a place that will not soon be filled.  His cheerful greeting and 
friendly smile will be greatly missed by his old friends, and his generous hand 
will be remembered long hereafter by those to whom it was ever open.   –Kansas 
City Jour.

Aug 11, 1865:
Obituary. – Died, on the 31st ult., ---, infant daughter of E. and S. Rouse, 
aged 10 months and 27 days.  After a severe illness of five days, the lovely 
one passed away.  The little bud drooped and withered before it blossomed, and 
has gone to dwell in a happy land where sin and sorrow are unknown.  She was a 
darling babe, and with her innocent cherub smiles, and cheerful winning ways, 
she is one ever to be remembered by each member of he family, whom, I trust she 
will soon meet to part no more.
“That once loved form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
We weep our earthly comforts fled,
And wither’d all our joys.
Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore,
Shall rise in full, immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more.”               Mary.

Obituary. – Dr. Hamilton Smith, one of the oldest and most influential citizens 
of Andrew county, died on Saturday last at his residence in Savannah, and was 
buried yesterday.  He was an intelligent and highly honorable business man, and 
respected by al who knew him.  Many friends will mourn his demise. – St. Joseph 
Herald.

Aug 25, 1865:
In this county on the 20th instant, Mrs. America Lincoln, widow of the late 
David Lincoln, aged about 60 years.

Sep 1, 1865:
Death of Roland B. Sutton.
Black Foot City, Deer Lodge Co., M.T. July 16, 1865.
Dear Mother: - I write to let you all know I am well, and hope this may reach 
you and find you all enjoying the same rich blessing.  Dear mother it with 
heartfelt sorrow that I inform you of the death of your dear son R.B. Sutton; 
he was killed on the 10th inst., in a Dican Ditch; he lived only 8 or 10 
minutes.  I did not get to him until he had been dead about half an hour.  The 
blow stunned him so that he did not say a word but hollow for help.  Mother I 
want you to bear it as well as you can.  I had a coffin made for him and buried 
him on a beautiful lone mountain at Blackfoot City, Deer Lodge county, Montana 
Ter. Your affectionate son.  S.S. Sutton.
Mr. Sutton was an industrious and promising young man, and his untimely death 
is deeply regretted by all who knew him.

At Fort Larned, on the 16th August, 1865, of Typhoid Fever, Mr. Wm. Cathcart, 
(son of Gabriel Cathcart, of this county) aged 23 years.

Died, August 13th, 1865, Josie, infant daughter of Amanda and Josiah 
Stoutimore, of Clinton county, aged 2 years.  He who said “Suffer little 
children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of 
Heaven.” has sent the angel of Death to gather this frail earth-flower from the 
chilling winds and pelting storms of this life, to transplant her to the bowers 
of immortal bloom and beauty, - 
“Where Death and the Tomb
Can divide hearts no more.”

Departed this life, August 21st, 1865, Mrs. Amanda Stoutimore, daughter of the 
late David Lincoln, of Clay county, and wife of Josiah Stoutimore, of Clinton 
county, Mo., aged 43 years.
Thus has Death, the relentless enemy of our race, come into our peaceful 
community, and smitten to the tomb, one of our most valued neighbors, in the 
very prime of life; leaving grief and desolation in a once happy home, a far 
distant husband, widowed, and five children motherless, and thrown a shadow of 
regret over the entire neighborhood.
Mrs. Stoutimore, in the discharge of her domestic duties, had few equals.  In 
the most dear and sacred relations of life, as an affectionate wife and an 
indulgent mother, her loss is irreparable.  As a good neighbor, a firm friend, 
to the poor and needy, she was invaluable.  The large procession of mourning 
friends that followed her remains to their last resting place, together with 
the deep sympathy manifested for her bereaved family, evinced the esteem in 
which she was universally held by all who knew her.
Of all the sad scenes this sin cursed world has witnessed, the surrender of an 
idolized mother to the cold grave is the saddest of all.  Oh! the anguish that 
wells up, from the stricken heart in the cry, No Mother! Repeated in the happy 
laugh of unconscious little children.  No Mother! Re-echoed from the lonely 
walls of the deserted chamber, No Mother! Every home association lingers with 
loving regret around her memory.  The vacant chair, at the fireside, or table, 
brings back her familiar face.  The flowers she has planted, the vines she has 
twined, remind us of our loss. – But
“God moved in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform,
He plants his footsteps upon the sea,
And rides upon the storm;
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.”
And may we not hope, that He who “doeth all things well” will “temper the wind 
to the shorn lambs,” and in the end realize that his great affliction has been 
in mercy sent to the bereaved ones.  May friends and relations be admonished 
that they too must die, and while it is yet time, make preparation for that 
change that sooner or later cometh unto all, is the prayer of
                       A. Friend.

Brutal Tragedy. – Five men Murdered.
Judge Lewis F. Wright, and four of his sons, were brutally murdered on the road 
between Rolla and Houston, in this State last Thursday.  The atrocious deed is 
said to have been commited by a party of militia under Col. Babcoke, of Miller 
county.  This party arrested Judge Wright and his sons at their homes ten mile 
from Rolla, on some charge not made known, and it was determined to take them 
to Rolla.  Mrs. Wright at first implored Col. Babcoke not to take her family 
away.  Finding that her entreaties were unavailing she then besought him to 
permit her to accompany them.  This was also refused, but upon her imploring 
him to do something for her protection, as she was fearful of being murdered if 
left alone, the youngest son, a mere stripling, was released.  The Judge was 
then mounted on a horse by himself, and his four sons upon tow other horses, 
underguard of the squad of militia, ostensibly to be taken to Rolla.  Before 
reaching that point, as stated above, they were all inhumanly butchered and 
their bodies left lying in the brush by the roadside.  No less than twenty six 
shots were fired into the persons of the five!  Twelve of them took effect in 
their heads.  Before the bodies were reached by the frantic wife and mother and 
her remaining son, four of the five were dead and the fifth insensible and 
dying.  It is said that two of the murdered sons had been in the rebel army, 
and had returned since the surrender of Gen. Dick Taylor, under whose command 
one of them had served.

Sep 15, 1865:
Died, the 20th of August, 1865, at the residence of her son-in-law, Mr. William 
W. Estes, Mrs. America Lincoln, aged 65 years.
She died of a paralytic affection.  A few days previous to her death she was 
induced to visit her daughter, thinking perhaps that a change of place, scenery 
and medical advice, might exert a favorable influence over her disease, in 
mitigation if not finally removing the cause thereof; but alas! how often do 
our fondest expectations, and brightest hopes, prove as delusive as a pleasing 
dream.  It was truly so in the case of Mrs. Lincoln.  All of her hopes were 
blighted in a few short hours, and she was compelled to yield to the all 
conquering power of death.
Upon hearing her friends conversing upon the subject of death, she calmly 
replied, “I’m not afraid to die” – seemed to have no anxiety about things 
concerning this life, but a few moments before she departed this life, she 
requested her friends that were watching around her bedside to sing, after 
which she calmly fell asleep without a groan or struggle.
Mrs. Lincoln’s amiable disposition, and exemplary deportment, and truly 
business qualities, as an accomplished housekeeper, had found a place in the 
memory of all who knew her.  A panegyric here up0on her life and character 
would be unnecessary; it is enough to say she was a kind, faithful and 
affectionate wife, tender mother and true friend; and her death will be deeply 
regretted by her family and a large circle of friends and relations.
And now to the lonely and bereaved family of he deceased.  Would that I could 
speak one comforting word to you in this sad hour.  It is true there is no kind 
physician to heal a fresh made wound – time alone can do this, but is it not 
true there are circumstances of healing nature connected with your sad loss?  
Her Saviour called, and she seemed ready to go, and I trust her spirit is now 
safely housed in that bright spirit land, where sickness nor sorrow, pain nor 
death can never enter, and where the society of lovely angles are her 
associates and singing the songs of the redeemed her employment.               
A. Friend.

Died in Platte county, Missouri, Lucinda, wife of Beverly T. Lampton, aged 42 
years.

Sep 22, 1865:
Died, after a severe illness, 3 miles west of Liberty, Friday, at 12 o’clock, 
Sept. 12th, 1865, Ada Belle, daughter of William B. and Bettie Arnold, aged 4 
years, 6 months and 27 days.
Short was little Ada’s stay
She came, but as a guest
She tired of life and flew away
To her bright home of rest.

Departed this life, Saturday, September 9th, 1865, at her father’s residence, 
after a brief illness, Miss Sallie Shackelford, aged about 17 years.
Dearest Sallie! thou hast left us; here thy loss we deeply feel; and ‘twas ad 
to say farewell to one who was in every respect so pure and lovely.  Yet, the 
grim monster, Death, unwelcomely entered, and laid his cold and icy finger on 
the fairest and sweetest flower – as thy are always the first to blight and 
wither.  Yes, loved one, thou hast gone, alas, like the many that have bloomed 
in the summer of my heart.  Thou hast left a large circle of friends, an aged 
and affectionate father and mother, and loving brothers and sisters, all of 
whom are mourners, and to whom I would offer my condolence and sympathy for the 
irreparable loss they have sustained; but let us “not mourn as those who have 
no hope,”
For why should we weep for the early dead
Who have passed to the quiet tomb.
In all the flush of her fair young days,
Untouched by sorrow’s gloom?

Happy for her that she has gone,
(For her’s was a rose-hued life.)
Before she had learned the weariness,
The cares of our after strife

Oh! ‘tis not a dread for her unknown fate
That causes these bitter tears.
‘Tis the blight that has fallen on our heart
That will sadden our joys for years.

But, remember the stroke that took her hence,
Was sent by our Father – God;
And, with meek bowed heads and trusting heart
Receive his chastening rod!

And ever lookup, thro’ our falling tears,
To the promises Christ has given,
The ties He has loosened from earthly things
Are but binding you closer to Heaven!

And the dear one o’er whom we are grieving now,
Whose absence we here deplore,
We shall find again in that upper world.
“Not lost, but gone before.”                           B. E. W.

Sep 29, 1865:
Died, at his residence, in this county, on the 20th inst., Edward Capps, after 
a long and painful illness of many weeks, aged 35 years, 10 months and 18 days.
Thus has fallen, while yet in the prime of manhood, one of our best citizens, 
for Mr. Capps was an honest man and a Christian.  He was much respected by all 
who knew him.  The county has lost a good man, and his bereaved family a kind 
and affectionage husband and a devoted and indulgent father.  He died as he had 
lived, at peace with his Maker, and with the blessed assurance of a glorious 
immortality beyond the grave.  Blessed is the hope of the Christian.
Sleep on Dear one.
Sleep on, thou dear on sleep
While o’er the grave,
The willows wave,
And kindred friends around you weep,
Sleep on, and peaceful by they sleep;
Softly we’ll tread
‘Round thy low bed.
Oh! softly, gently sighs the breee,
O’er thy beloved grave:
Sweet flowers will bloom,
And zephyrs murmur ‘mong the trees.

Died, in this county on the 11th inst., after an illness of one week, Mrs. 
Elizabeth Caffrey in the 62d year of her age.  Sister Caffrey had been a member 
of the Baptist Church for more than forty years.  She died in peace with God, 
urging her friends to live a Christian life.

Obituary.
Whereas, Since our last meeting God in his Providence has called away by death 
our beloved Brother Wm. Thompson, LL.D., President of William Jewell College, 
therefore Resolved,
1s That in the death of Prest. Thompson, who departed this life at Sydney, 
Iowa, April 13th, 1865, having recently removed thence from our midst, the 
denomination has lost one of its most gifted ministers and the cause of 
Education an able and successful teacher.
2d. That while we bow in humble submission to the will of an All wise 
Providence, yet we mourn his early death, called away as he was in the vigor 
and prime of life.
3d That we extend to the bereaved family our warmest sympathies and commend 
them to the care of that God who is the widow’s portion and the orphan’s shield.
4th.  That a copy of these resolutions be sent to the Weston Recorder and 
Liberty Tribune for publication, and a copy be entered on the records of this 
body, and also that a copy be sent to the widow of the deceased.  
Wiley J. Patrick,   Asa N. Bird  Com.
Adopted by the General Association of the Baptists of Missouri, at Boonville, 
Cooper Co., Aug. 19, 1865.

Oct 13, 865:
Died, on his return home, from Texas, on the 13th of September, 1865, Elizmond 
B. Long, in the 13th year of his age. 

Oct 27, 1865:
In this county, on the 14th inst., Margaret Thomas, daughter of John and 
Elizabeth Ann Foley, aged 2 years 8 months and 17 days.

Obituary. – Died on the 10th inst., after a severe illness of many months, Mrs. 
Alley Shackelford, wife of Hyland Shackelford, Esq., aged 51 years.
Who can realize the pang of separation by death?  Who can realize the bonds of 
affection, until they are forever severed?  Who can estimate the departure of a 
beloved mother – one that has nursed and guided our footsteps from infancy – 
one that has taught us to warble our Maker’s praise – one that has sought to 
guard us from every appearance of evil?  None save the orphan can relate the 
grief of such affliction.  Oh! what must be the untold grief of a husband, 
after watching for weeks and months the decline of a dear wife, with eagerness 
and impatience – the rapid progress of disease feasting upon her way-worn 
system   - with a faint hope that medicine, battling with the unwelcome 
visitor, would, in the course of time, come forth wearing the victor’s crown – 
to witness in the end, Death, which came to her relief, and she wetly breathed 
out her life in the embrace of her Redeemer.
So it was with our dear mother – she had been for 10 months suffering under the 
horrid disease of consumption – but she bore her sufferings with Christian 
fortitude; no murmur escaped her lips; but on the wing of faith, she rose and 
viewed her Heavenly home.  She was a member of the Presbyterian church; she 
lived honoring God’s name, and thus she died.  Her death is much to be 
lamented.  Oh! how much we do miss her.  Her voice, that always spoke in 
accents sweet, is forever hushed.  We can no longer be guided by her advice.  
When gathered around the familiar hearthstone, her seat is vacant.  Her absence 
is deeply mourned, but our loss is her eternal gain.  Her spirit is in the 
realms of everlasting bliss, where sickness and death can never mar her 
happiness, and her form is sleeping beneath its mother earth.
Sleep on, dear mother, sleep
While o’er the grave,
The willows wave,
And kindred friends around thee weep.
Sleep on, and peaceful be thy sleep,
Softly we’ll tread.
Round thy low bed.
Oh! softly, gently, sighs the breeze
O’er thy beloved grave,
Sweet flowers will bloom,
And zephyrs murmur ‘mong the trees.   M.  S.

Nov 10, 1865:
In this city, on the 7th inst., Michael, son of Mr. M. Morano aged about 3 
years and 6 months. 

Nov 17, 1865:
Died, in this county, on the 8th inst., Mrs. Sarah Gregg, wife of Marshall 
Gregg, and daughter of Jacob P. Hymer, aged about 32 years.

Nov 24, 1865:
Died, August 28th, 1865, in Wasco county, Oregon, Mrs. Jane Mosier, wife of 
Jonah Mosier, and daughter of the late Lee Rollins, of Clay co., Missouri, in 
the 42d yeaer of her age.
Time speeds away, and we hurry on to the gloomy grave!
“Friend after friend departs
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts,
That finds not here an end.”
Today, our hearts beat high with bright hopes of life and joy, and the 
countenance is mantled with living smiles, but tomorrow, how changed 
the ?????.  With bleeding hearts, and sad countenances, and eyes red with 
weeping, we follow, in solemn silence, the last remains of a dearly cherished 
friend, to the cold and silent tomb.  Indeed, life presents little else but a 
funeral procession, where friend follows friend, weeping today, and wept for 
tomorrow.
The deceased was born in Bourbon county, Ky., her parents removed soon 
afterwards to Missouri and settled in Clay county, where she married.  She then 
bade adieu to her loved home and friends, and with the chosen one of her heart 
went away to Oregon, where the residue of her days were passed.  She early 
united herself to the Christian Church, of which she ever remained a consistent 
member, and died with an abiding trust in the promises of the Gospel of a 
joyous life of immortality beyond the tomb, “where lovely things and sweet, 
pass not away.”  She was a kind and affectionate wife and mother, a most 
dutiful daughter a useful member of society, and a shining ornament to her sex –
“None knew her but to love her
None named her but to praise”
But she is gone! Oh, how sad it is to think we can never, never meet her again 
on earth!
She leaves behind her husband, and seven children, to deplore her loss.  They 
see the vacant chair, but hear her loved voice no more.  She has sought the 
grave, its peaceful rest to share.
Oh! may the Father of mercies cheer the now lonely mansion of the disconsolate 
and weeping family, and pour into their wounded spirits the balm of 
consolation.  How happy the thought, that the separation is not eternal! that 
there is a time to come of reunion, when happy friends in joy will meet again, 
in a brighter and more glorious realm of light, where one sad thought can never 
come, nor pain nor ought but joy eternal!  Yes,
“Religion points on high
There everlasting spring appears,
And joy that cannot die.”
Clay co., MO., October 30th, 1865

In Centerville, Clay county, on the 21st inst., of consumption, Mr. Yelverton 
Green, aged about 36 years.

Tribute of Respect.
At a meeting of the “Robert Emmet Club,” held in this city on the 18th inst., 
to take suitable action in view of the death of our much esteemed and worthy 
fellow member, Mr. Daniel Finney, who departed this life on the 17th instant, 
the President called the Club to order, and appointed a committee to draft 
resolutions expressive of our regret at the demise of our late fellow member, 
whereupon the following were adopted:
Whereas, It has pleased the Almighty to remove from our midst our highly 
esteemed and honored fellow member, Daniel Finney, therefore, bit it Resolved – 
1st.  That in the death of Brother Finney our Club has sustained an irreparable 
loss – one whose whole heart was centered on the grand principles of our 
organization, and whose mind was ever actively engaged in the interests of our 
down trodden and oppressed country; our community has lost an honest and 
valuable citizen, and our society one of it ornaments.
2d.  That we tender our condolence to the family of our deceased Brother, upon 
whom the sad bereavement has fallen with a force of suddenness and severity – 
depriving them of a husband, father and protector.
3d.  That in respect to our deceased Brother, a badge of mourning be worn by 
the members of our Club, for thirty days.
4th.  That a copy of these resolutions be furnished the family of the deceased, 
another be retained for record in our Club, and that a copy be also furnished 
the Editor of the “Liberty Tribune,” for publication.  Philip Fraher, Prest.  
M. Lawlor, Sec’ry.

Dec 22, 1865:
Deid, December the 15th, 1865< Henry C. Turnham, son of Henry C. and Louis J. 
Turnham, aged five years, six months, and twenty-seven days.
Henry was a noble little boy, and bore his sufferings meekly as a lamb; he 
never wished to give his mother any trouble – though he had been afflicted 
nearly all his life.  He is free from all earthly troubles, and is now one of 
God’s angels in Heaven.  But oh! it is hard to be parted from one who was so 
dear to all; everything seems sad and gloomy since he has left our circle; we 
listen, but in vain, for his coming footsteps, and to hear our names called 
once more by those precious lips that are now sealed in death. But God has seen 
fit to call his angel form from our midst, to dwell with him above, and we can 
only hope to meet him in that home not made with hands, - eternal in the 
heavens.
“Lonely the house and sad the hours
Since our sweet Henry’s gone,
But oh! a brighter home than ours
In heaven is now his own.”             Julia

Gently his soul on seraph wings
Was borne to his maker in the skies
In angel tones his voice now rings
In the blissful realms of Paradise.

His ransomed soul has left the gloom,
Of this sinful world of ours;
But well we know our bud shall bloom
In heaven’s immortal bowers!              James.









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