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The Liberty Tribune 1864
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 1864.  Some the deaths did not occur in 
Clay County.  The date of publication is shown prior to the item(s).

Jan 8, 1864:
In this county on the 20th ultimo, Robert O’Fallon, son of John K. and Irene 
Dougherty, aged  --- years.

In this city on the 2d inst., Enna C., infant daughter of R.H. and E.F. Miller, 
aged six months and 24 days.  

Died.  Samuel Tillery Gwinner, youngest son of Frederic and Almeria Gwinner, on 
the 30th of December, 1863, aged three years, ten months and twenty-two days.
“Of such Christ forms his Kingdom – Oh! believe
The blessed truth his hallowed lips declared,
Ear hath not heard, nor hath the heart conceived
What God for those he loveth hath prepared.    S.S.C.

Death of Col. J.M. Strode.
Flemming Co., Ky., Dec., ’63.
Departed this life Dec. 4th, Col. James M. Strode.  He died of typhoid 
pneumonia, and was sick only a week until his pure spirit took its flight to 
the realms of eternal rest, where there is no sickness, no parting known.  He 
leaves a devoted wife, two sisters and many friends, to mourn his loss, but we 
mourn not as those who have no hope.  On Wednesday before he died I was 
standing by his bed side, and remarked to him that life was very uncertain and 
death very certain, and we did not know whether he would ever recover of not, 
and that I wanted to know if he was prepared to meet his God.  He said he was 
aware that he had done a great many things in this life that he ought not to 
have done, but he had prayed God to forgive him, and he felt to thank and 
praise his Heavenly Father that he had realized a forgiveness of his sins; and 
the day before he died I was weeping, and he took my hand in his an 
said, “don’t weep, dearest for me, for I am going to rest,” and just then he 
cast his eyes upon the wall and exclaimed “what beautiful sights I see.”  I 
asked him what it was, if it was earthly sights; he said it was not, and that 
language had not been made to give utterance or describe what he then saw.  I 
thought at the time he had a view of heaven, and just a few minutes before he 
died he pressed my hand in his an says, “bless the Lord.”  I have every reason 
to believe he is now in heaven.  It was heart rending for him to be torn from 
our arms so suddenly, but he has paid the debt we all owe to our God, and we 
too must slumber in the dust sooner or later.
We buried him in the cemetery where his grandparents and mother, sisters and 
brothers have been for many years sleeping the sleep that knows no waking.  I 
hope my friends in Clay county will deeply sympathise with me, for I have lost 
my best, nearest and dearest friend on earth.
Before we placed his remains in their final resting place his funeral was 
preached by brother Wiles in a beautiful discourse, from the text in 1st Peter, 
1st ch. 1, 2, 3 verse.  He gave consolation in his sermon.  I know it will not 
be many years at most, until I will meet my dear companion on the sunny banks 
of deliverance where parting is no more.
Carrie Strode.  

Jan 15, 1864:
In this city on Thursday the 14th inst., Mrs. Amelia S.B. Kohlmeyer, wife of 
Christian Kohlmeyer, aged 22 years.  

Killing of John G. Moore. – It is with feelings of most profound regret, that 
we find ourselves called upon to chronicle the death of our worthy fellow 
citizen John G. Moore who was shot and almost instantly killed on last Saturday 
night, at his residence, about one mile South of Keytesville.
As there are in circulation several reports of a very contradictory character, 
in regard to this most unfortunate occurrence, we forbear attempting to give 
the particulars, until we shall receive the verdict of the Coroner’s inquest.  
Central City and Brunswicker.  

Jan 29, 1864:
Sad Accident. – A little girl named Alice, aged about seven or eight years, 
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Calnen, of this place, was so severely burned by her 
clothes taking fire, last Friday, that she died the day following.  She was in 
a room with two other children, and was standing with her back to the fire when 
her clothes caught.  The other children were so scared that they could not at 
first give the alarm, and when assistance reached her she was completely 
enveloped in the flames.  She died apparently easy, having never complained of 
any pain after she was burned.  Richmond Conservator.

Feb 5, 1864:
In this county, on the 23d January, 1864, at the residence of her brother, 
Thomas Gardner Esq., Mrs. Nancy Rogers, wife of the late Peter Rogers, aged 84 
years.

Feb 12, 1864:
Died, on Thursday the 4th inst., near Richmond, George W. Dunn, Jr., son of 
Judge Dunn, in the 16th year of his age.

Feb 19, 1864:
In this city, on the 13th inst., Denny A., son of John S. and Elizabeth H. 
Reardin, aged about five years.
Thus has passed to Heaven another bright spirit.  Little Denny was a very 
sprightly, affectionate and dutiful child, and his memory in the household will 
long be cherished and mourned.  But they mourn not as those without hope – for 
Christ has said: “Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, 
for of such is my kingdom.”
“The loved one has faded, the sunbeam has fled;
The bright eye is shaded, the loved one is dead:
The kind pure hearted, the tender and true,
From our love has departed with scarce an adieu!”

In this city, on February 15th 1864, of whooping cough and scarlet fever, Mary, 
aged 4 years and 6 days.  Also, on February 16th, 1864, of whooping cough, 
Lucy, aged 2 years 2 months and 8 days, both daughters of Captain William A. 
and Alla E. McCarty.  
Our friends have indeed met with a grievous affliction.  Death, whether it 
comes in mildness or severity, causes to the bereaved indescribable pain and 
sorrow.  Parental affection is the most tender and exquisite feeling that 
actuates the human breast; and none but loving parents can understand or 
appreciate the wasting cares and anxieties, the bitter sufferings and 
afflictions endured for those who are “bone of our bone, and flesh of our 
flesh.”  In every affliction our offspring suffer, we are afflicted – their 
pains are our pains – and when they die we feel that we would have rather died 
in their stead – while everything around us for a time seems the intensity of 
gloom and melancholy.  Poor, frail human nature!  We know that it is wrong to 
indulge such feelings, and entertain hard thoughts of God and His Providence.  
He has a right to take our children from us when He thinks best.  Could we but 
see and realize the trials, disappointments and sufferings from which He thus 
delivers them, and the happiness – the everlasting happiness – He has conferred 
upon them, instead of murmuring should feel grateful for His great kindness to 
us and ours.  
We can assure our bereaved friends that the community tenderly sympathizes with 
them in their great affliction , and trust that the two lovely little girls yet 
left them – the sole survivors of a family of six children – will in mercy be 
spared to them to cheer and comfort them in this vale of tears.  All that is 
mortal of little Mary and Lucy sleeps in one coffin, one grave; but their 
immortal, beatified spirits are now in the presence of their Redeemer and 
Saviour; enjoying the fullness of His salvation; and already waiting with an 
ardent, holy expectancy the arrival of their dear father, and mother, and 
sisters there.  May the hope of that glorious re-union solace, sustain, and 
purify them through life, and bring them, ultimately, to its full fruition and 
glory – an endless, heavenly life.

Fatal Affair – An unfortunate  occurrence took place in this county the other 
day, the particulars of which, as furnished us by Capt. Story, are as follows:  
On the 16th inst. Capt. S. ordered Sargeant Hampton to take six men and arrest 
H.H. Harris and bring him to Liberty.  Sargeant H. went to the house of the 
father of said Harris, and asked him if (”Dock”) H.H. Harris was at home – the 
old man replied that there was no man about the house except himself.  The 
Sargeant then told him he would search the house, and on going up stairs, he 
found a young man sitting by the fire, and asked him if his name was Dock 
Harris; the young man made no reply, but rose to his feet and drew his 
revolver, and he and the Sargent both fired at once, resulting in the death of 
young Harris, a brother of Dock or H.H. Harris.  We presume the matter will be 
investigated.  

Mar 4, 1864:
Died, on Sunday, February 21st little Lottie, daughter of William F. and 
Rebecca E. Gordon, aged three years and nine months.
“Gone to God!
And yet, I wish I had not seen the pang
That wrung her features; nor the ghastly white
Settling around her lips.  I would that Heaven 
Had taken its own, like some transplanted flower,
Blooming in all its freshness.
Gone to God!
Be still my heart! What could a mother’s prayer
In all the wildest ecstacy of hope
Ask for its darling, like the bliss of Heaven!”

Mar 11, 1864:
Died, in Clay county, Mo., Feb. 26th, of Typhoid pneumonia, Eugene A., son of 
John W. and Ellen A. Luke, aged two years and six months.
To say that Eugene was intelligent, amiable and interesting, only expresses the 
feelings of acquaintances and friends; to those who knew him best – his 
Parents – he was lovely.  WE mourn his loss, but with a sorrow that elevates 
the soul; for we feel that our loss is his gain.  We love him too well to 
restore him if we could to the mortal life.  There is too much of sin, of 
suffering and of sorrow here to induce a redeemed and immortal spirit to return 
from its rest.  We therefore cheerfully resign him to the embrace of that 
Saviour who once took “little children into his arms and blessed.”
“He is not dead – the child of our affection,
But gone into that school,
Where he no longer needs our poor protection,
And Christ himself doth rule.
In that great cloister’s stillness and seclusion,
By guardian angels led,
Safe from temptation – safe from sin’s pollution,
He lives whom we call dead!
And though, at times, impetuous with emotion,
And anguish long suppressed,
The swelling heart heaves, moaning like the ocean
That cannot be at rest;
We will be patient! and assuage the feeling,
We cannot wholly stay,
By silence, sanctifying, not concealing,
The grief that must have way.”         Longfellow.

Mar 18, 1864:
Near this city, on Sunday morning, the 13th instant, Mrs. Margaret Thomason, 
wife of William M. Thomason, in the 34th year of her age.

The funerals of Mrs. Harriet Minter and Mrs. M.J. Minter, will be preached this 
morning at 10 o’clock at the Baptist Church, by President Thompson.

Apr 1, 1864:
Tribute of Respect.
Resolutions on the Death of Brother John C. Dunn.
At a called meeting, held March 24th, 1864, of Clay Encampment No., 12, 
I.O.O.F., a committee was appointed to draft resolutions, which were adopted as 
follows:
Whereas, it has pleased Almighty God to call from our midst our worthy Brother 
John C. Dunn, at an early age, to place him in a better world, it is our sad 
duty we owe to the deceased, to express with a saddened heart the 
acknowledgement of his bearings as a gentleman and a true brother of our Order;
Be it
Resolved, That the Order has lost by the death of Brother Dunn a worthy member, 
his friends a genial and brotherly companion, and his family a loving and 
dutiful parent and husband.
Resolved, That we deeply sympathize with the bereaved wife and child of our 
deceased Brother, an deeply feel with them the loss of a father and husband, 
and sincerely wish that the all-Merciful Father in Heaven may console and 
comfort them in their grief, and assist them in all their undertakings.
Resolved, That we hereby express our thanks to all those who attended his 
funeral and last honors to his earthly remains.
Resolved, That a copy of these resolutions be placed in the hands of the widow 
of our deceased Brother, and that they be spread on the minutes, and a copy of 
them be published in the Liberty Tribune.
M. Goldman, Madison Miller, Jas. Smithey, Committee, James G. Adkins, Scribe.

Apr 8, 1864:
In this city, on the 4th inst., Miss Malinda Lance, aged about 15 years.

Died in this county on the 16th day of March, 1864, Harriet, wife of John 
Minter, Esq., in the 64th year of her age.
She was born in Shelby county, Ky., and at the age of 14 years became connected 
with the Baptist Church.  More than 20 years ago her family removed to this 
State, where they have since resided.  Sister Minter, at the organization of 
the 2d Baptist Church in Liberty became one of its original members, and, till 
the time of her death, she continued steadfast in the fellowship of said 
Church.  Her untiring zeal, eminent piety and Christian faithfulness endeared 
her to all the membership, and to a large circle of friends and acquaintances.  
Seldom indeed have we met with a more devoted sister.  For half a century, she 
adorned the Christian profession by her godly walk and conversation, and when 
death came to her, she felt no dismay, but calmly awaited the hour of 
dissolution.  Previous to her departure she selected a Hymn to be sung and the 
text to be used at her funeral services.  The hymn and text indicated the state 
of her mind and her prospects beyond the grave.  The hymn chosen was that 
beautiful one commencing “I would not live aways &c.,” and the text she 
selected was “Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord.”  After telling her 
prospects and imparting Christian advice to the family and friends, she gently 
fell asleep in Jesus, and, doubtless now realizes the truth of the above cited 
passage of Scripture.  Her remains were followed to the tomb by a large 
concourse of friends.
Also, on the same day, departed this life, Martha Jane, wife of Robert Minter, 
Esq.
This Sister was also born in Shelby County, Ky., and at an early age emigrated 
to Missouri.  She was for many years a consistant and devoted Christian, her 
membership also being in the Baptist Church.  For a long time she was the 
subject of disease and frequently of violent attacks, during one of which she 
fell into the fire and was so severely burned before assistance arrived as to 
hasten her death.
Had it not been for the coming of her affectionate husband, death would have 
immediately ensued.  She, however, has passed through the flames to her home in 
heaven.  During her last illness, she spoke triumphantly of her hope in Jesus.  
She felt her Savior near, and could say with the Psalmist “Yea though I walk 
through the valley and shadow of death, I will fear no evil.”  She has left 
behind her a broken hearted husband and several motherless little ones.  She 
rests in peace, awaiting the arrival of the resurrection morn.
These two sisters, the mother and daughter-in-law, were interred at the same 
time, and now lie side by side in the lonely graveyard, and they will, at last 
awake together to the resurrection of the just.

Apr 15, 1864:
Lexington, April 7.
Mrs. Lucretia Clay, relict of Henry Clay died last night at the residence of 
her son, Hon. John M. Clay, near Lexington, after an illness almost entirely 
unattended with pain, aged 83.

In this city, on the 11th instant, of scarlet fever, Rice, son of William and 
Rachel Davenport, aged 4 years, 1 month and 26 days.

In this county, on the 3d inst., Mrs. Susan Judy, wife of Alexander Judy, and 
daughter of John Bradly, of Bourbon county, Ky., aged 55 years 9 months and 10 
days.
She died with what the best physicians pronounced hectic fever, and she died in 
the triumph of faith.  Her spirit is freed at last from the tenement of clay.  
Oh! how dismal the day her soul took its flight; how broke and desolate the 
hearts of those who ministered to her last wants and closed her dying eyes.  
Oh! could power be found to give utterance to our feelings when we realized the 
bitter truth – we are left without a mother!  Oh, how much of bitterness and 
burning woe, that brief sentence contains.  She is gone – she who guided us in 
our youth, and counseled us in after life.
None – none, but those who lost a mother, can sympathize with us now.  What a 
world of tender ness in the word mother – no smile so sweet; no voice so soft 
and low as hers.  And oh, ‘tis hard to bear the bitter thought, that we are to 
hear no more forever her gentle voice; to meet no more her sweet smile – all, 
all are gone.  Death has hushed her voice; froze her smile, and bore her pure 
spirit far, far away from earth.
For long weeks she lay on her bed of death.  Oh, how much she suffered.  Could 
it but pain our hearts, to see her so pale, so sick, and to know that she was 
slowly dying, without being able to relieve her sufferings, or to snatch her 
from the jaws of death – when we would so willingly have given our lives to 
her, who was more than life to us.
We speak of her loss to us.  Oh, God! shield the bending form and bowed head of 
our father: ‘Tis not in mortal power to portray his anguish he who had braved 
the storms and trials of life, with a fortitude before unknown, bowed like a 
broken reed before the mighty whirlwind, when death claimed her as his own.  
Yes, the pure love which claimed her as his youthful bride, and which made for 
his children a happy home, still clings to his memory, and makes his heart in 
anguish say: Oh, God! ‘tis hard to give her up, and to none but Thee could I 
resign her.  Yes, she who bade him struggle on when assailed by care, and 
assisted him in every duty, is at last laid in the silent tomb.  Oh, must it 
not have wrung his generous and aching heart to see her placed there, shut out 
from his sight forever; ‘tis the most bitter drop in his cup of woe; still he 
knows his Maker, and strong is his faith in Him.  He gave her who had been his 
tender care through life back to the hand of God.
She has for long years been a member of the Old Baptist Church, and none more 
faithful than her in the discharge of Christian duties.  She was attended 
during her last illness by true friends who did all that could be done to 
brighten her pathway to the grave.  We can never than those friends 
sufficiently for their unremitting kindness: no – never; but they will live in 
our hearts while life shall last; yes, though we should live until our heads 
were white as the driven snow, and should chance to meet one of those friends, 
we would grasp their hands with grateful joy, and say: You were my mother’s 
friend.
Still God, in his goodness, has not utterly bereft us; for down deep in the 
heart he has placed hope; that hope bids us look beyond this vale of tears, 
through the eye of the imagination o’er the heavenly bowers of God’s Kingdom, 
to listen with rapture to the voices of angels, singing God’s praise, and to 
hear our mother’s voice among them, trembling with new-born joy and happiness, 
in tones made sweeter by communion with the heavenly throng.  Oh, why should we 
long for her presence here; she was never happy ‘till now.  We can see her eyes 
sparkle with heaven-born joy, and her cheek that was wan and pale in death; 
made bright as with the bloom of youth; yes, we can call her an angel mother.
Still we are left to mourn
For our mother – she is gone;
That hand is cold – that heart is still,
Her toils on earth are o’er:
But she an angel’s place will fill
Above this gloom to soar.
She has left a world of pain
And unto a land has gone,
Where sin’s polluted stain
Calls it not my own.
A ransom god has given
To who’er his word obey;
They shall ever dwell in heaven
Through his glorious days.
‘Tis a home for the weary – 
‘Tis freedom to the thrall;
The pilgrimage of many,
And the resting place for all.
Then father, sister, brother, 
Weep not for her that’s gone,
Though it is our darling mother – 
That dear, and nearest one.                    A. & H. J.

In this county, at the residence of her son, on the 6th inst., of paralysis, 
Mrs. Elizabeth Marks, mother of David Marks, Esq., in the 81st year of her age.
She died in the full assurance of a bright immortality beyond this world of 
sorrow.  The brightness of her future state seemed manifest to her decayed 
vision, ere her eyes were closed forever.  She was a devoted member of the 
Methodist Episcopal Church.
“She passed from earth like a pensive light
Which slowly fades at evening,
Her spotless spirit has winged its flight
To its own bright home in heaven.”     G.A.M.


Apr 22, 1864:
Died at his residence in Clay county, on the 9th inst., Michael Dresslaer, in 
the 61st year of his age.
The deceased was born and raised in Alleghany county, Va., and emigrated to 
Missouri in the fall of 1827, having been a resident of Clay county for the 
last 32 years.  He was one of the early actors in the history of the county, 
and was known as one of its most industrious and substantial citizens.  As a 
neighbor he was ever ready to assist the needy and the afflicted.  In his death 
his family and the community has sustained a loss which time cannot 
repair.               X.

Death of M.M. Marmaduke. – This distinguished politician of the “olden times” 
in Missouri died at his residence in Saline county, on the 26th ult., at the 
advanced age of seventy-three years.  

Apr 29, 1864:
Died at the residence of her grandfather, A.H. Ringo, on the 17th day of April, 
Lizzie G. Nuckols, daughter of A.W. and M.A. Nuckols, aged 7 years.

May 6, 1864:
Murder of J.D. Heady. – A letter received from Mr. George W. Noble, dated on 
the 12th inst., at the Head of the Grand Chain, Ohio river, McCracken county, 
informs us that a most cowardly and cold blooded murder was committed at that 
point on the preceding Sunday, upon the person of Mr. J.D. Heady, formerly of 
Spencer county.  The inhuman act was perpetrated on his own farm and within 
three hundred yards of his home, by some demon or demons, yet undiscovered when 
our informant wrote.  He was waylaid and shot three times, twice in the back 
and once in the arm; one of the shots from behind passed directly through the 
body entered above the hip and coming out below the pit of the stomach.  Mr. 
Heady was a brother-in-law of Co. S.R. Shrader of our city.

May 20, 1864:
Obituary. – Died, in Clay county, Mo., on the 23d day of March, 1864, Mrs. Mary 
McCoun.
Another Christian mother has fallen asleep in Jesus, and her spirit gone home 
to Heaven, “where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.”  
Mrs. McCoun was relict of James T. McCoun, dec’d, of Richmond, Mo.  She was 
borne in Charlotte county, Va., on the 28th of February, 1782.  She was the 
daughter of John Caldwell.  Her parents moved to Kentucky when she was quite 
young, when that now beautiful State was the theatre of Indian wars; when 
stations and forts were the only places of security for those who ventured to 
make their homes West of the Alleghanies.  She professed religion early in 
life, and for a series of years enjoyed the privilege of listening to the 
ministry of Dr. Cleland, Barnes and other Presbyterian divines, who have long 
since gone home from their labors.  In 1832, with her husband, she moved to 
Missouri, and for many years her house was a stopping place, and frequently a 
preaching place, for ministers of the gospel.  She survived her husband nearly 
twenty years – being 82 years of age, and retained her vigor of intellect and 
memory to a remarkable degree for one of her age.  Tho’ she raised a large 
family, only two of them survived her.  She lived to see all of her children 
professors of religion, and her ears had been gladdened by the innocent prattle 
of her children’s children’s children to the third and fourth generation.  
Death had no terror for her; she felt that she had finished her work, and only 
waited the Master’s bidding to come up higher.  Oh! “Blessed are the dead that 
die in the Lord.”          G. W. B.

Jun 10, 1864:
The condition of the Border. – The cruel murder of Captain Axline, of Hickman’s 
mills, in this county, is a matter which may well occasion very serious 
consideration on the part of all loyal citizens.  The circumstances of the 
murder, so far as we have been able to learn them, are simply these:  He had 
been to Westport on the day of his death and while there had visited the 
hospital, after leaving which, he started to return home.  Not arriving, search 
was made the next day, and his murdered body was found near the road.  There is 
no doubt that he was assassinated by the bushwhackers or their siders and 
abettors. – Kansas City Journal.

Since the issue of our last paper, several murders have been committed in this 
county, and any number of horse and other thefts.  On Monday morning last, four 
armed men, dressed in federal uniform, and claiming to belong to Quantrel, went 
to the house of Mr. Bradley Y. Bond, called him out and shot him.  Mr. B., 
Capt. Minter (a neighbor) informs us, was a very quiet and orderly citizen, and 
highly respected.  He was in the Federal service in 1862, but was taken 
prisoner at the Lone Jack fight, and paroled, and since that time had been at 
home attending to his farm.
On Tuesday about the same number of armed men, dressed in United States 
uniform, went to a house where Mr. Alvis Dagley was living, called him out of 
the field where he was at work, and marched him before them, and as Mr. D. was 
crossing a pair of bars shot him dead.  They then went to the house, and the 
man who shot him, told the lady of the house that he killed him because he shot 
Dunovan last summer, or was with the squad that done it, or something to that 
effect, and that he and his party belonged to Quantrel’s band.
Mr. Dagley was formerly in the militia, in Capt. Garth’s company, and was a 
good and orderly soldier and citizen.  He was age about 23 years.
On Saturday evening last, a Negro man belonging to Mr. Abijah Withers, was shot 
near Mr. Beauchamp’s farm in the bottom.  He had been to town with a load of 
wood, and was returning.
From the above it will be seen that the “Old Boy” has been let loose in our 
county.  If something is not done, and that speedily, our county will be 
ruined.  The murders and robbers must be driven out, or Clay will go down – 
down – until the waves of destruction close over her as they have over Jackson 
and Cass counties.

Jun 24, 1864:
In this city on the 21st, after a protracted illness, Mr. Edward Darnall, aged 
about 63 years.

Obituary Notice.
Died, at their residence in Clay county, Missouri, Joseph Bright and Mary C. 
Bright, his wife, both of short illness.
The subjects of the following memoir were born in Kentucky, where they were 
united in the holy state of matrimony, on January 11th, 1831 – Joseph Bright 
being 27 years old, and Mary Caldwell McCoun, his wife, being 19 years old.  
They were both subjects of a noted revival of religion conducted by that great 
and good Minister of Jesus Christ, Thomas Cleland, D.D., who received them both 
into the Presbyterian church at New Providence, Ky.; and he also united them in 
matrimonial ties.  Probably, no couple ever lived more united in everything 
that goes to make life’s toilsome pilgrimage peaceful and comfortable.  They 
were truly “united in life, and not separated in death” – only 9 days 
intervening between their deaths – Joseph died on the morning of the 10th of 
June, 1864, and Mary C., his dear wife, on the 18th in the evening.  We sorrow 
not for them as those without hope, for they are at rest.
“At rest, in Jesus’ faithful arms;
At rest, as on a peaceful bed;
Secure from all the dreadful storms
That round this sinful world are spread.”
“The soul for joy now folds her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sing – 
I’m safe at home, I’m safe at home.”
Joseph Bright was elected ruling Elder of the Presbyterian Church in Liberty, 
Clay county, Mo., in June, 1834, in which office he faithfully demeaned 
himself.  He was a man of prayer – “he entered Heaven with prayer.”  He died in 
his 60th year, and Mary, his wife, in her 53d year.  They leave four children – 
one has preceded them to Heaven.  The survivors feel and greatly mourn their 
loss.  But mourn not for them dear children, “Follow their steps and soon 
you’ll meet again.”
“Farewell, dear brother and sister, farewell,
Your sorrows and conflicts are o’er;
You’re gone with kindred in glory to dwell,
To sing anthems of praise evermore.”               D.P.


Jul 1, 1864:
Near this city on the 28th ult., Fannie, infant daughter of Prest. Wm. and 
Frances Thompson, aged 6 months.

A Fiendish Crime. – The body of young Bailey was found in the pasture of Louis 
Calvert, on Friday last.  Bushwhackers had coolly and cruelly murdered him.  
The body was of course in a horrible condition, he having been dead some two 
weeks.  It was decently buried the next day.  We will speak more of this case 
next week. – Weston Times.

During the past week the following men have been murdered in our county, viz: 
S.G. Bigelow, John Bigelow, Bishop A. Bailey, and David Coffman.  The Messrs. 
Bigelows were murdered on their farm, and Mr. Bailey was murdered between her 
and Smithville.  Of the place of Mr. Coffman’s murder we are not posted.  The 
three former were Union men, and were no doubt killed by bushwhackers, and the 
latter was regarded as a southern sympathizer, and was no doubt killed by 
different parties.
The unknown gentleman noticed by us last week as having been murdered north of 
this city, turns out to have been a Mr. Smith of Fishing River township.  The 
evidence we understand before the coroner indicates that he was not murdered by 
bushwhackers, but other parties.
The above account indicates a bad state of things, and if not checked will 
terminate in the ruin of our county.  The indiscriminate system of murder that 
has run riot in our county for the past month must be stopped.  It is too 
horrible to contemplate.

Jul 8, 1864:
Obituary. – Died on the 28th ult., aged six months, Fannie, infant daughter of 
the Rev. Wm. Thompson and Frances Thompson.
Even so the rose-bud, scarcely as yet revealing the pink-tinted leaves within, 
is often times nipped by the destroying worm, just when the balmy air and 
vernal shower give good promise of the fragrant, full-blown rose.  But let not 
the parents sorrow more – let them not regret their fair rose of the future, 
for did not another little star twinkle that night in the firmament of heaven, 
and did not another little golden lyre, divinely attuned, breathe softest, 
sweetest music before the throne of the Most High?                     D.

In this city, on the 3d instant, Mr. J.W.P. Soper, aged about 26 years.

Jul 15, 1864:
In this city, on Monday morning, the 11th inst., Leelie T., infant son of John 
H. and Elizabeth H. Rearden, aged about three months.

Died
Miss Minie Timms, at the residence of her father, in Clay county, Mo., on the 
10th of July, 1864, aged sixteen years, two months and twenty seven days.
Miss Minie was born in wood county, Va., and was the daughter of J.H. and Patsy 
Timms.
We are apt to exaggerate the merits of those we love, especially so after they 
have passed from the scenes of life, and have become numbered with the dead.  
In the case, however, of Miss Minie, it is not too much to say that she was the 
most affectionate of children – ever dutiful and watchful of the interests of 
her loved parents.  She idolized them; and, during a recent and severe sickness 
of her mother, she rendered herself specially conspicuous for the deep 
solicitude and anxious care she manifested for her dear parent.  A fit 
preparation, though young as she was, to anticipate that mother’s death by that 
of her own.  She possessed an affectionate and confiding heart – ever joyous 
and happy – her pathway seemed strewed with roses.  She was free to converse, 
and always rendered herself agreeable to those with whom she associated.
Miss Minie made a profession of religion about three years before she died, and 
immediately joined the Second Baptist Church, in Liberty.  Here it is proper to 
say that she had from early years manifested a great desire to become a 
Christian.
The writer of this article can testify that; for a long time before she made a 
public profession of Christ, she manifested, by her conduct and conversation, a 
sincere respect for the cause of Jesus, and desired a saving interest in his 
death and resurrection.
The genuineness of her love for the Saviour and of her faith in His protection, 
was most satisfactorily illustrated during the short period of her illness.  
Such was the nature of her disease that her bodily sufferings were most 
intensely painful; and yet she bore all her sufferings with the most 
astonishing fortitude, and with profound Christian meekness.  She was 
frequently asked if she was willing to die; she would invariably answer that 
she was willing to die, and hoped and believed in God; her Savior, that she 
would be happy after death.  A few minutes before she departed she asked all 
the family to come to her bed, and then she asked them to kiss her.  After this 
solemn benediction of love, the sweet child and loving Minie closed her eyes in 
oblivious death without a struggle or a sigh.
Thus has passed away another of Christ’s tender lambs.  In the morning of her 
days, when the life-flush of youth, beauty and love played upon her lips and 
cheeks, she passed – blanched of her young life, and pale and cold – through 
the gloomy portals of death, to become, however, an associate with the “shining 
ones” in the heavenly mansions.
“High peace to the soul of the dead,
From the dream of the world she has gone!
On the stars in her glory to tread,
To be bright in the blaze of the throne.”

On Saturday last, Frank Sharp was found murdered on this side of the river near 
Kansas City.  He had crossed over from Kansas City a short time before, and it 
is believed he was killed by parties from the other side of the river, and the 
effort made to make it appear that it was done by parties in Clay.  This kind 
of proceedings we object to.  

Jul 29, 1864:
In Barry, Mo., on Friday, the 15th, 1864, little Edward Allen, son of Samuel B. 
and Katurah Simmons.  The deceased was 8 years 5 months and twenty-two days old 
at the time of his death.
“Sweet little son, thy work is done;
Yes, soon thy strife was o’er,
And now, beyond earth’s brightest sun
Thou art safe on Canaan’s shore.”             J.W.W.

At the same place, on the 17th inst., Leilla, infant daughter of Samuel B. and 
Katurah Simmons.
“An angel, in the Book of Life.
Wrote down an infant’s birth,
But added, ere he closed the page,
Too beautiful for earth.”                        J.W.W.

On the 20th ult., Pearl, infant daughter of George W. and Lucy A. Mothershead, 
aged seven months and twelve days.

Last week the guerrillas under Thornton, sacked and plundered the villages of 
Kingston and Mirabile, in Caldwell county, and immediately after took up their 
march for Plattsburg, in Clinton county, where they appeared.  Learning of 
their approach, Captain John W. Turney, of the E.M.M., with his company of 
fifty men, started out to reconnoiter.  Placing his men in position, he 
discovered a flag of truce approaching, and advanced to meet and ascertain its 
object, when he was fired upon and killed.  A soldier named Hickson was also 
wounded.  Turney’s men returned the fire, but whether doing any damage to the 
enemy was not known.  The militia returned to Plattsburg with the body of Col. 
Turney, and prepared to defend the town, but the whackers did not see fit to 
attack it.  The guerrillas were under Thrailkill, Thornton’s Lt. Col.  We get 
the above facts from St. Jos. Herald.
Capt. Turney was but 21 years age, as brave and noble-hearted a young man as 
ever fought under the Union flag.  His death has caused a feeling of wide 
spread sorrow throughout upper Missouri.  He was a lawyer by profession, and 
for one so young had attained quite an extensive practice.  Peace to his ashes 
and green be the turf above him.

Aug 19, 1864:
In this city, on the 14th inst., Harry C., son of Henry C. and Minerva Gant, 
aged 14 months and 9 days.

Near this city, on the 15th inst., Mrs. Elizabeth Terril, wife of John Terril, 
Esq., aged about 65 years.

In Platte county on the 11th inst., of flux, Mr. George W.R. Keller, aged 52 
years.  On the 1st, Mrs. Mary Keller, wife of G.W.R. Keller, aged 42 years.  On 
the 9th ---- , infant daughter of G.W.R. and Mary Keller.  

At the residence of their father, Cloverdale, Clay county, Mo., on the morning 
of the 15th of August, at twenty-five minutes past five, William, infant son, 
aged 11 months; and at thirty-five minutes past eleven, Ida Theresa, aged 4 
years and 18 days, children of Joseph and Jane Morton.
“hark! heard ye not a sound
Sweeter than wild-bird’s note or minstrel lay?
I know that music well, for night and day
I hear it echoing round.

It is the tuneful chime
of Spirit voices! – ‘tis my infant band
Calling the mourner from this darkened land
To joy’s unclouded chime.

My beautiful, my blest!
I see them there, by the Great Spirit’s throne;
With winning words and fond beseeching tone
They  woo me to my rest.”

Sep 2, 1864;
In this county on the 11th ult., Elder Andrew B. Baldwin, aged 75 years.

Sep 9, 1864:
Death of Martin Ringo, Esq., - We regret to announce the death of Martin Ringo, 
formerly of this city, but more recently of Gallatin, Mo.  He was killed by the 
accidental discharge of his gun, between Ft. Laramie and Salt Lake, on his way 
to California.  The load entered his eye and came out at the top of his head, 
scattering his brains in all directions.  Mr. Ringo was esteemed by his 
acquaintances as one of the best of men, and his sad fate will be deeply 
regretted.  His family continued their journey to California.

Sep 16, 1864:
In this city, on Friday the 9th instant, Ann, daughter of Michael and Catharine 
Castello, aged about two years and ten months.
“She has gone to the land of love,
Bright angels accompany her there;
She walks the golden streets above,
And is free from pain, sorrow and care.”

In this city, of consumption, on Monday, the 5th inst., Emarine, wife of J.M. 
McGinniss, of Clay county.
Mrs. McGinniss, was born in this county Sept., 13th, A.D., 1830, and spent her 
whole life here, being well known to and highly respected by a large circle of 
friends.  About 15 years ago she made profession of religion and united with 
the New Hope Baptist Church, in the north-eastern part of this county, of which 
church she had lived and died a consistent member.   The insidious disease 
which was preying upon her, frequently prevented her fro the last seven years 
from meeting with the Christian friends in a church capacity, but in private 
she held close and sweet communion with the Saviour.  At last her disease 
completely prostrated her, confining her to her bed for four months, at the 
expiration of which death came to her relief, and she sweetly breathed out her 
life in the embrace of her Redeemer.  No murmur escaped her lips, but, on the 
wings of faith, she rose and viewed her heavenly home – desiring to be absent 
from the body and present with the Lord.  An affectionate husband and two 
little daughters are left to mourn her loss.      W.T. 

Sep 23, 1864:
In this county, on the 16th instant, Rebecca Capps, aged 67 years, 7 months and 
18 days.

From Fort Smith.  The New Era of September contains the following:
On Thursday morning as the pickets were postd on the Texas road, they were 
attacked by three hundred Indians, killing Henry Hersch, wounding a man by the 
name of Root, and taking George Coulter prisoner, all belonging to company H, 
2d Kansas Cavalry.  They drove in the rest of the pickets, and coming one mile 
this way, killed an old man who was making molasses at Mr. Forest’s house.  
Among the guerrillas were two Forkner boys and James McLane, who are known to 
some of our citizens.  Root died yesterday morning.  The body of Hersch was 
found the same day, stripped, and a little finger, upon which he usually wore a 
gold ring, cut off.

Killed by the Bushwhackers
David W. Stillwagon, on Sept., 14th, 1864.  David was a brave and noble soldier 
in company A, 6th Kansas Volunteer Cavalry.  He had served his country some two 
years, and has fought through some seventeen or eighteen battles, and came home 
on furlough, to be cut down in the prime of life by the hands of bushwhackers.  
He was formerly from Wheeling, Va., but has lived in Missouri nine years.  He 
was 20 years 8 months and 2 days old – was a kind brother and a dutiful son – 
To see him, was but to love him.  He has left many friends to mourn his loss, 
but we hope that our loss is his eternal gain.  They have taken his lite, but 
they cannot take his soul from that bright and happy land, where it has flown 
to sing praises to his Maker in the skies – where his father, sister and 
brother have gone before him.  He was always a moral young man, and would take 
good advice from any one.  But why dwell on this – he is now in Heaven.  I hope 
as one of God’s angels, who has left a world of woe for a far better home – a 
home not made with hands, eternal in the Heavens.
“Farewell, David, we will never
See thy smiling face again;
But, oh! we’ll not forget you, David,
For thou art numbered with the slain.       J. A. H. F. 

Sep 30, 1864:
In Clay county, September 26th, 1864, Jessie Lee, youngest daughter of Jesse C. 
and Lizzie Wilhite, aged 1 year and two days.
Rest, little one! Thy infant soul,
Pure as an angel’s thought,
Stainless as seraph’s wing,
Has gone to Him who gave.
Light of the hearthstone!
Thy smile no more shall cheer
The hearts that loved thee;
But round the great white throne
Thy tiny voice shall mingle in the song
That makes the ransomed blest;
And at the jeweled gates
Thy eye shall wait our coming.
May we meet thee there, where nought
Can cloud the glorious sunshine
Of eternal life.                                       M.

Near this city, on the 25th inst., Mrs. Fanny Gatewood, aged about 87 years.

Oct 7, 1864:
In this city on Tuesday the 4th inst., Miss Emma J. Routt, daughter of Judge 
Henry L. and Kate Routt, in the 19th year of her age.

In this county on the 16th ult., of dropsy of the brain, Lizzie, daughter of 
S.V. and Lizzie F. Dehoney, aged 10 months.
Sleep on lovely babe and take thy rest,
God called thee home when he thought best.

Thomas F. Marshall. – Thomas F., Marshall, Esq., the gifted orator, is dead.  
He died on Friday, September 23, on his father’s old form in Woodford county.  
He was about sixty years old.  Few person in that State have filled so much of 
public attention during the past thirty years, as Mr. Marshall.

Oct 14, 1864:
Died, in Plattsburg, Mo., at the residence of his cousin Judge G.W. Culver, 
after an illness of many weeks, Dr. John W. Culver, in the 29th year of his age.
“Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb,
Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room,
To slumber in the silent dust.
Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
Invades thy bounds – no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While angels watch his soft repose.”   C. E. B.

Died, in this county on the 21st Sept., Mrs. Mary A. Porter, after a severe 
illness of ten days, borne with much patience, in the 62d year of her age, and 
wife of S.S. Porter.  She was born in Culpepper county, Va., and was raised and 
married there, and afterwards moved to Orange co.  In the character of the 
deceased there was a union of traits calculated to win the love and command the 
respect of all friends.  In all the relations of life which she sustained, 
their combined influence was manifest.  As a mother and a member of society, 
she was all that could be desired.  She was kind, amiable and affectionate, and 
her memory will long live and be cherished by her many friends.  She had been 
in bad health for years and the best medical treatment failed to do more than 
to give temporary relief.  She was able to go about the house until the morning 
of the 13th, when she arose and seemed to be better than usual, and walked to 
the bucket and drank freely and returned, and in a moment she was struck 
speechless, and remained so all day.  Fever followed, and continued until the 
following Wednesday week, when about four o’clock death closed the scene of our 
dear mother.  The summons was sudden, but it found her ready and willing to go 
in peace and be with God.  Her life had been well spent, and the partner of her 
life, and her children and grand children, and numerous warmly attached friends 
who stood around her dying couch, ”sorrow not as those who have no hope.”  She 
died in the communion of the Baptist Church, and had been a member for 32 
years, in charity of all the world, with an humble trust in Christ, and with a 
hope of heaven that was an anchor to the soul.  It would be selfish to wish her 
back again in this world of war and trouble and sorrow; albeit we shall miss 
her warm words of welcome which fell earnest from the lips now cold and 
speechless.  It is better so – God orders all things well, and we will drop a 
tear upon the grave, and then think of the departed as one gone before, waiting 
for our coming.  That thought shall soothe our sorrows and rob this bereavement 
of its bitterest feature.  All who knew the departed sorrow to give her up.  It 
was her warm heart, full of kindly human sympathies, gushing forth in word and 
act of generosity, that rendered my mother a favorite with young and old of 
both sexes – with all, indeed, who were brought into contact with her.  It was 
a pleasure to be with her, to talk with her, to hear her talk, to laugh at her 
jokes, and above all to witness her kindness to the young, to her neighbors, to 
her relations, and to her servants.  Scenes rise up to view illustrating these 
characteristics which we cannot sketch while so near to this great sorrow.  She 
desired only to live to see her boys, but she gave them up, and said we must 
prepare to meet her in heaven where there is no more parting, but all is peace 
and happiness.  “The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the 
name of the Lord.”                  M. M. D.****

Proceedings of Plattsburg Lodge No. 64, I.O.O.F., Oct 7, 1864.
Whereas, it has pleased Almighty God in the dispensation of his providence to 
remove from our midst, by the hand of death , our much beloved brother Dr. John 
H. Culver:
Therefore, be it resolved, that in the death of brother Culver, this Lodge has 
lost a kind and worthy member, one who since his connexion with the order has 
at all times been exemplary in his acts, evincing the true principles of our 
beloved institution, - that in his death this Lodge has no less a right to 
mourn the death of a beloved and generous brother than the community at large 
has, t o mourn the loss of a worthy and useful citizen.
Resolved 2d, That we deeply sympathise with the relatives of the deceased in 
their sad bereavement.
Resolved 3d, That the members of our Lodge wear the usual badges of mourning in 
memory of our deceased brother, for the length of time specified in our 
Constitution.
Resolved 4th, That these resolutions be spread upon our minutes, and that a 
copy be furnished the sisters of said deceased, and that a copy also be sent to 
the Liberty Tribune for publication.
Submitted in F.L. and T.          W.S. Jordan, John Nicol, B.O. Bean, Committee

Gentle Anne.
Anne C. Callerman Departed this Life July 28th, 1864, Aged 1 year and 9 months.
Gentle Annie, rest in peace,
Free from pain, toil and grief,
May thy slumbers quiet be,
There are none to harm thee now,
From the ills of life set free,
Ere sin had marred thy lovely brow.

Happy, immortal, thou shalt be,
Pure and spotless as a saint,
No sin, no crime is charge to thee,
In life no wrong has done,
With the pure, the good above,
Feast, upon thy Saviours’ love.

Thy little tongue is stilled in death;
Thy pallid cheeks and limbs are cold;
No more thy sparkling eyes will gaze
On earth, with all her beauties crown’d;
but in that world of peace and joy,
Upon thy vision immortal beauties crowd.

Companion of the good, the blessed,
Thy home is in the world of bliss,
Where dwell the pure of every clime.
Thou hast left thy friends to mourn
But soon, oh, soon, will they depart,
And dwell with thee in peace above.

Thy parents o’er thee shall watch no more
With anxious cares and troubled thots;
Thy health preserve, thy day prolong,
In virtue’s path thy feet to guide
To teach thee what is just and right,
And fit thee for the skies.

Around thy dying bed we met,
With throbbing hearts sand weeping eyes
To gaze upon thy lovely form,
Wrapped in pure seraphie smiles;
And take of thee a farewell view,
Ere yet to God thy spirit resign.

Happy, joyful, ever shalt thou be,
With kindred spirits blessed and free;
Called from earth to heaven away
From scenes of anger, folly, strife,
Corruption, sin, ruin and every vice
To dwell in peace with God above.

But thou shalt bud and bloom again
Into life and beauty, spring again,
On Heaven’s fair Celestial plains
There no faded flowers strew the ground;
No signs of sin, of death, are found;
For reigns the great Jehovah there.

Around thy grave I’ll urge thy sisters meet,
With brothers there, in silence o’er thee weep
Weep for joy, and not for sorrow weep.
So early blessed need not their prayers;
But with their tears, moisten the earth around,
Lest they too soon forget where beauty lies.

The hope that cheers the mother has,
Her faith, her trust in God are strong
When life, with all its cares shall end,
The ties that bind to earth shall break
Her little one to rest before her gone,
Shall again with all her love embrace.
J.T. Callerman.

Oct 21, 1864:
Mr. Weekly Dale, one of our most esteemed and enterprising citizens died in 
this city on the 15th, in the 63d year of his age.  He had been a citizen of 
Clay county for near forty years, and there was no enterprise of public utility 
during that time that he was not an active supporter of, and his place in 
society will be hard to fill.  He was sick but two days.  

J.P. Sanderson, col. 13th regular infantry, Provost Marshal General of the 
Department of Missouri, died at noon today. (St. Louis, Oct. 14)

Nov 4, 1864:
Death of George Todd. – There is no doubt about the death of this infamous 
guerrilla.  From a private letter, we learn that he was carried to Mrs. Burns’ 
house, Independence, last Saturday, and was buried at that place on Sunday.  He 
only lived an hour after being brought in.  It is said Todd was killed by Major 
Smith, of the 2d Colorado, and he shot the Major at the same time, both falling 
to the ground together. – Kansas City Jour.

Nov 11, 1864:
Died, in this county on the 22nd August, Mrs. Elizabeth E. Davis, aged 47 years.

Nov 18, 1864:
On the 10th instant, of flux, Charles Edward Hall, son of William A. and D.F. 
Hall, aged 4 years, 11 months and 7 days.
“So late a sweet engaging boy,
A mother’s love – a father’s joy.
Yet early this was ended;
Thy precious form hath winged its flight
To that dear home of endless light,
To live with angels blended.

Then should we weep the sorrowing tear,
Or wish again that thou wert here
To live by ills attended?
Ah! no - ‘tis cheering now to view
Yon placid skies, and think there too,
Thy form in peace ascended.

Dear little one – tho’ nursed with care,
No effort could detain thee here,
Or yet from torture save thee;
‘Twas best that thou should hasten where 
All sorrows rest – and sweetly share,
The smiles of Him who gave thee.”

Nov 25, 1863:
Died, at his residence, in this county, o the 19th instant, Mr. Samuel Pogue, 
in the 68th year of his age.
Dear father! it is hard to give thee up – to never more see thy aged form, nor 
hear thy gentle and soothing voice; but then didst so sweetly fall asleep.
Asleep in Jesus, - blessed sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep.
When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.
This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way,
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.             Fannie.

Major John Slack, a well known citizen of Central Missouri, died at Booneville 
on the 9th inst.  He formerly resided in Boone county.

Distressing and Fatal Accident – Curious Course of a Ball. – Last Saturday Mr. 
Robert Gautier, with his little son were visiting Mrs. Gaston, in the bottom, 
opposite this city, and went out in the afternoon hunting squirrels.  Several 
efforts were made to fire the gun, but failing to fire it, they returned to the 
house and set the gun down in the corner of the room.  Shortly after, some of 
the company rose to return home, and were followed by a dog who ran against the 
gun, knocking it down, when it exploded, the ball scratching the wrist of Mrs. 
Gautier, passed through the head of her little child, killing it instantly, 
again scratching her arm above the elbow, and lodged in the arm of Mrs. Dunn.  
The ladies were not seriously injured.  Lexington Union.

Dec 2, 1864:
Communicated.
Mrs. Ruth A. Scott departed this life in Clay county, Mo., on the 20th of 
September, 1864, in the 51st year of her age.
Her pure spirit took its upward flight just as the sun was casting his radiant 
beams upon the world but oh! they fell upon the lifeless form of our dear 
mother; Fitting time for such an angel to join the heavenly throng, “where the 
wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.”  She was the relict of 
Washington Scott, deceased, of Bourbon county, Ky.  She was born in that State 
and county, June 23d 1814.  She was the daughter of John Duncan.  In 1839, with 
her husband, she moved to this State, where she lived until death came and 
claimed her for his own.  None but hose who have felt the loss of a dear mother 
can sympathize with us now.  ‘Twas hard, oh! so hard, to give her up, to know 
that we could  no more meet her tender looks of love, no more hear her soothing 
voice; no longer should we be permitted to clasp her gentle hand in ours – no, 
never.  We feel that all, all is gone! Oh, God! what a bitter thought.  Death 
has hushed her voice, stilled her throbbing heart, and bore her pure spirit 
far, far above, to dwell with Him who gave it.  For fourteen days she lay sick 
and suffering.  Oh, how much she suffered!  How it pained our hearts to see her 
so swiftly fading from our sight and we not able to relieve her.  Gladly would 
we have given our lives to save hers, (who was more than life to us.)  had it 
been within our power.  Her sufferings were of the most anguishing, still she 
bore it with Christian fortitude; not a murmur escaped her lips.  Although she 
had never made a profession of religion, she said she had confidence in the 
Lord, and had lived in peace with all the world, and had obeyed His teachings 
to the best of her ability throughout her life – that He had promised mercy to 
the repentant for which she had begged and she believed He had freely 
bestowed.  Death came and set his seal upon her lovely brow; but, oh, he could 
not remove the lines of beauty that were there.  Oh, how beautiful she looked 
as she lay calmly awaiting the morn of the resurrection!  Few, very few, were 
the streaks of silver that had yet come to mingle with those wavy brown tresses 
that adorned her head.  But why dwell upon her beauty and loveliness now.  Joys 
that have passed come crowding swiftly back to our memory of which we cannot 
speak while so near this great bereavement.  She has paid the debt we all owe 
to our God, and sooner or later we too must slumber silently in the ground.  
She leaves eight children and a wide circle of relatives and friends to mourn 
her loss, and many long years will pass ere the memory of my dear departed 
mother will be forgotten – for the sentence that “none knew her but to love 
her” was literally true.
Sweet be thy slumber dearest mother,
Sweet thy gentle and quiet road.
Naught can disturb thee gentle mother,
We feel that thou art with the blest.

Thou has left us sad and lonely mother,
To a land of peace thou art gone,
Thou art freed from pain and sorrow, mother,
Still we are left to mourn.

Thou hast past from earth away, dear mother,
For a home beyond the sky,
Where sorrow never comes, dear mother,
And pleasures never die.

But oh, we have a hope, dear mother,
That hope will soothe our heart,
That we may meet again, dear mother,
Yes, meet and never part.                       R. A. S.

(Boonville, Nov. 13, 1864)
To Brig. Gen. Fisk:
Bill Stewart, the noted bushwhacker, who has been operating with Anderson 
during the summer, was killed this morning across the river, by W.H. Busford, 
of Johnson county.  Busford crossed the river yesterday evening late, with a 
drove of cattle, and was en route to Mexico, Mo.  This morning early, Stewart 
surrounded the house at which Busford was stopping, and ordered him out.  
Busford declined going.  Stewart then forced the door, when Busford killed 
him.  The balance fled.  Four revolvers were taken off his person.  His body is 
now in Boonville.             (signed)  M. Sutherland.

Bushwhackers shot. – The Lousiana Journal says that in the night near 
Louisville last week, two of the bushwhackers were caught.  Their names were 
John Gilmore and Bill Hazlett.  They were taken to the graveyard near Ashley 
and shot.  Gilmore is represented to have been a desperately bad character.  
They belonged to Paul Penn’s band.  A lot of the goods stolen at Clarksville 
were recaptured.

Dec 9, 1864:
Died, in this county, near Missouri City, on the 27th ult., Mrs. Lydia Ann 
Alder, aged 51 years, 5 months and 13 days.
She died in the full assurance of a bright immortality beyond this world of 
sorrow.  The brightness of her future state seemed manifest to her decayed 
vision, ere her eyes were closed forever.
Now we are left to mourn,
For our mother she is gone;
That hand is cold – that heart is still
Her toils on earth are o’er;
But she an angel’s place will fill
Above this gloom to soar.
She has left a world of pain,
And unto a land has gone
Where sin’s polluted stain
Calls it not my own.
A ransom God has given
To who’er His word obey;
They shall ever dwell in Heaven,
Through His glorious day.
‘Tis a home for the weary
‘Tis freedom to the thrall;
The pilgrimage of many,
And the resting place for all.
Then dearest sisters, brothers,
Weep not for her that’s gone
Though it is our darling mother
That dear and nearest one.










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