The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1867-01-18
Death OF DR.. J. B. clemens,

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A deep gloom spread over the COM
munity this morning, as the fact lss-
came known that one of the first cfGl-
zens of Easton had passed away. DR..
J. Breckenridge Clemens, after sick
ness of about two weeks, was carried
off by Typhoid fever, at 1l:30 o'clock,
last night: His symptoms were favor
able until 9 A. NJ, of yesterday, after
which time he grew continually weaker
from benlorrhages of the bowels, and
died, without pain, at the time above
named.
The fact is almost too great in its i'm
port for our realization; and If the COM
munity, among whom he moved, feel
deeply his loss, we, who by means of
personal intercourse, and his occasions
al contributions to this sheet, have been
enabled properly to appreciate him,
must feel it still more deeply. Articles
that have come from his pen, and ap-
peared from time to time in these col
umns, have attracted the attention that
they deserved. In him, the mien and
manners spoke the man, and stamped
him as the poSSessor of true chivalry
But his practical showing forth of the
estimable qualities thus indicated, gave
him that reputation in the community,
which in thought will always be asso-
clated with his name. Although his
private affairs demanded much of his
attention, his public spirit could not be
concealed. Even the casual observer
will remember him as one of those who
hrSt interested themselves in drawing
public attention TO the importance Of
courses OF lectures in our midst; also
as one of the principal originators, ana
officers of the Farmers and Mechanics
Institute. His former connection with
the Easton Library is also well known.
DIR. Clemens was born in Wheeling,
Va, January l3, 1873, his parents being
DR.. James W., and Mrs. Ellen Clemens.
HIS brothers are DIR. James w. Glenn
ems, of st. Louis, No., and Hon. Sher-
rard Clemens, NJ. c., of Virginia, both
now here. In July, 1S45. he was grad
nated at the Virginia Military fnsti-
tute, at Lexington, Va. In the spring
partment ofthe University of Pennsyl-
vania. he was married, November 10,
1850, to Miss Susan b. Wagner, daugh-
ter of Hon. David d. Wagner, of Eas-
ton. He came to Easton in 1851, and
this has been his place of residence
since. As a member of the Medical
Faculty of Easton, he stood in the first
rank; and during its existence was an
active member of the Medical Associa-
ton of this region.
His mind had scientific turn, and
was logical. In the science of Ento-
and wrote work on the subject, giving
personal observations, &c., which was
approved by Professor AgassiZ, of Har-
ward University, and published by the
Smithsonian Institute, of Washington,
ID. G. For considerable time before
his death, he occupied himself closely,
Day and night, on an chronological
Index, which is an extended work, and
almost, if not quite, completed.
When Lee invaded the State, in 1862,
the military spirit that had been educa-
ted at Lexington, Va. Joined with ma
Drill master of the Mcclellan Drill
Corps, then as Captain, and afterwards
as Lietenant-Coloneio of the 5th Penn
sy!vania Regiment. In all of these po-
sitions his military conduct was al
ways up to n standard corresponding
with his conduct in civil life.
To his family the loss is most heavy,
for in domestic life he was all that could
be desired in one who guides a family.
To them our sympathies flow out, and
we consider them happy in having in
mind such an example always before
them. DIR. Clemens had rational reli-
gious views, and was attended in his
last moments by the Rector of the Epis-
copal Church, Rev. j. L. Elsegood.
Profitable and sweet to the wise is the
memory of the worthy dead.
'.Close up hiseyes, and draw the curtain close,
And let us all to meditation"
THE DEATH OF EACH DAYS LIFE
Night is the death of day, the sleep of
planet Earth; and how very near those
brighter worlds do comet Through
forest leaves we see the clinging stars,
as if Hesperian fruits were ripening.
Venus at anchor is just beyond our hail
and Mars makes signals from his decks
of red.
II is n solemn thing to sleep, whether
beneath the watching stars or at high
noon. Whittier shall we pass in that
noiseless going, and when shall we re-
turn? From world to world is but n
breath of sleep, they say-then give us
pleasing dreams.
"going to Sleep" The ftfnl pulse
grows softer; the hand forgets its cum
ming; the daughters of music are
brought low; they that look out at the
windows are darkened; cares raveled
sleeve is knitted up-it is almost a-dy-
ing: Happy is no for whom no Glamis
hath murdered sleep; whose eyelids'
noiseless close is like the drop of leaf
lets laden down with dew; whose slum-
bers deep as that which fell on Eden's
gardner; and whose dreams as fair as
Eve, the first-born daughter of NOR
tai sleep.
All that chow long shall we sleep?"
has been the question on all times and
tongues since the morning stars were
singing.
III a man die. shall he live again ?"
And once year have the daisies an
swered it, and springs little infant Civ
en- its fragrant testimony; and every
day has the morning testified, and yet
the; world is murmuring still: ''If a
man die shall he live again?"
How long shall we sleep?" asks he
who has Graded a living thought upon
his breast, the child OF his brain and his
heart, as he sends it forth orphaned in
the halls of Time, turns his face to the
wall and dies! ''How long shall we
sleep?" signs the poet, as he lays down
the harp of lie, feels the daisies grow
ing over him, and goes away where
they sing the "new song" for ever.
Not long, true thinker, not long, g.. Het
singer; for the thought shall rise like a
giant and break the bands of sleep, and
thou in it for the song shall fly like a
bird, from spring to spring again, and
the music and the welcome shall be
thineI
And when life's rain is over and gone,
and the brow of the cloud is boInd with
a ribbon that hope did weave in the
loom of God, and the tears on the world
are turned to pearls in the sunset, what
words more beautiful than these can
we write upon the new grave "He Civ
eth his beloved sleep"
ONE OF ANDY's SfEN.-on Monday
the President sent to the Senate the
nomination of John NJ. Murphy, for the
Governor of Idaho This man vvas