Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1871-06-17
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with his gifted pen, has puoilsheo Tie
following beautiful and handsome tn
butte to our departed dead, and which
we transfer to our columns with sad
though pleasurable emotions -
Ahtphr,dsfown Rsgiste'.-We have
many pleasant remembrances connected
with the town of Shepherdstown, IN our
Young DAYS and, therefore, We always
omen the Rtgisity with more than ordl'
nary pleasure. At times it makes plea
SAINT records of our old friends for us
and, then again, it shrouds our pleasant
memories in mourning. Many OF ouI
old friends have gone TO that bourne
whence no traveller returns others
have married and gone away, and are
the fathers and mothers, the grand Ia
Tiers and grand mothers Of children and
grand children. Others live 10 mourn
deceased wives, and wives deceased NUS
bands, and soon, ere the present genera,
tons attains maturity Of age, we shall
all have been gathered to our fathers, and
the traces of our happy, youthful days,
like marks made with the finger IN the
sand will have disappeared.
Among those who have recently gone
home TO join the company of the Just
made perfect in heaven, Is Mrs. Ellen
Lee Leech, the beloved wife of the
Rev. 5. V. Leech, pastor Of the Metho-
dist Episcopal church, Of Mar'InSburg.
She was the Youngest daughter OF our
old friend, the late Benjamin T. Towner,
deceased, of Shepherdstown. We knew
her when she was 4 bright little child,
with the first bluSh.S OF the morning OF
life imprinted upon her fair cheek, and
she was one Of our especial tavouteS
among the little girls. She died on the
3Oth ult., in Martinsburg,in the 3jthyear
Of her age, leaving kind husband and
four devoted children to mourn her de-
parture We sincerely join the h's,'-
itr in saying-'may the clods Of the
valley rest gently upon her.
In the same art;c.e which records Mrs.
Leechs death, but in a distinct para
graph, is recorded the death of the Rev.
William Monroe,o of the Methodist Epls-
copal church He died at his residence
at Boonsboro, Maryland, in the SSth
year of his age. We have not seen the
old gentleman for upwards of 40 years,
though our recollection of him, his per
sonal appearance, his IN amer, his adj
dress and his dress, is so vivid that we
could describe him in the pulpit, on the
street. in the social circle, or riding ''thc
Circuit" mounted on his Old "sorel
horse" with one foot behind white,
as well as if we had seen him yesterday.
He was one of the old-fashioned Metho-
odist preachers, and wore the plain old
"shad-bellied coats, as they were called
in those days, was pioUs man and an
earnest preacher and did much good IN
his day. At the time TO which we refer
he was stationed at Martinsburg, our
native town. One ofhis favorlte ex-
presSions was : "as long rs eternal ages
roll :" and we never heard him make
prayer or preach a sermon that he did
not repeatedly give utterance to those
words. remember him as kind
hearted gentleman and earnest preacher
Of the Gospel.
BY the way, in casting our eyes over
one of our Western exchanges, few
days ago, we saw the death Of Rev, ia
cob Bromwell, at quite as advanced an
age as that Of Mr.. Monroe We had
supposed he was dead many years ago,
as he had passed entirely out OF our
memory. He had been transferred to
the Ohio Conference manyyears before.
We knew him before we did Mr.. Mon
roe he was amongst our earliest rccol-
lections of Methodist preachers. He
was a quiet, unobtrusive, good man,
noted for his piety. He, Monroe,
Watts, Fry, James and Tobias Riley,
Samson, Ohe most charming singer we
ever listened to- Caiden, and a few
others, are amongst our early recollec-
tions when the old stone church near the
Liberty Springs" used to echo and re-
echo with old fashioned Methodist
hymns
we horc to ,hou, glory when The worlds on
fre."
"Jerusarn my happy home"
&c. No opera music could equal one Of
Sansons solo singings Of these old
hymns. Farewell ! memories of the
past peace to the ashes Of the honored
dead
The R,g;,i,r also gives US the pro-
ceedings ofMemolial Dayat Shepherds
town in honor of the Confederate dead
The prayer Of the Rev. DR. Bittle was
a beautiful outpouling Of the heart, and
the address Of our friend Fitzpatrick, of
the NJ. L. Church, South, and who was
a Chaplain in our army was thrillingly
eloquent and heart-stilring No hands
were more fit to place the immortelles
on the graves of the Confederate dead
than the brave and devoted daughters
Of old Jefferson. Oh, that the crown Of