Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1877-02-08
Death of DIR. John Gladstone
Affleck.

AI1eck nave teen recently auSiscu Vi Hls *
treme illness, which terminated in death at
O'Clock Sabl ati morning last. The Doctor
alment was evidently Softening Of the BIaln.
His mental disability began to manifest itselI
about six months ago, in marked failure OF
his memory, especially. At but few times
did he seem to suif, bodily distress, and then
lonly for short time. His mental faculties
became decidedly Llunted, and nothing short
of enlvenng conversation about the scenes of
his early life would awaken him to his accus
toned vivacity. Still there was, too apparent,
a something gnawing greedily unseen at his
vitals. One week before his Gt ath, he suffer
ed during the night, u manifes; collapse, from
which time on he remained speechless aud
helpless, steadily becoming more and more so
till he died. He was buried on Tuesday, at
P. N in the Cemetery on the hill.
DIR. Atfieck has for many years filled mucl
mort than an ordinary sphere in our county
and community, ami his memory deserves
more than an ordinary notice. 1t was his
pride that he ws Scotcbmsn, and that in his
veins flowed some of the best blood of Gale
donia 0ur last conversation with him-s
long and dlghtful one-was about Sir Mnl.
Wallace. DR.. Chalmers, Pollock-of ''Course
of Time" memory, Bruce and hundred other
men and things of the highlar ds and the heath
er of Scotland. 1t was indee a rich feast to
enjoy with him such retrospect.
! Ia many regards, il is no violence 10 his
memory 10 state. DIR. Affieck was a peculiar
man. Educated and thoroughly indoctrina-
ted in the tenets of the established kirk of
Scotland, he had long since eschewed its pc
l.,,t; 10 nd he oriIapti,- rod saficfao
tion in his views of mans moral relation to
his Maker, eminently his oyn. though he en-
ltertained till his death the tenderest love for
his good mother, at whose knee he lad been
taught the severest lessons of Calvinism.
With deepest respect he regarded the memory
of both father and mother whose religious
zeal he enthusiastically admired.
Supplied with extensive library of
choicest and rarest and oldest works, the
Doctor luxuriated among his volumes of for
gotten lore. and his close. studious habits
were maintained till the last He was one of
the ripest scholars in Belmont county-if not
the very best. the old man was generous as
ne was affable, and hospitable as he was clev
rr A man of decided convictions in the pio-
mitigation of which, his earnest ness found e
lief more in ecceliricity than Intolerance.
.Others, tho great,
Beneath their argument seemed struggling
whilst
He from above descended, stopped TO touch
The loftest thought, and proudly stopped, as
tho
1t scarce deserved his verse
" ith Natures self. he seemed au old acquain-
tance,
| Free to jest at will with all her glorious
majesty"
So wrote his friend of Byron and DR.. At
I,.. F,,,i
friends, and his affection for bis children was
measured only by the years of his life. He
was our friend, and as such, we pay him the
humble tribute of our brief mention, and
shall cherish, green in our. memory, his vlr-
tues and his honorable name.
For the last few yearsthe Doctor has not
actively pursued his profession, devotiDg his
time to literary and domestic ayocations.
Ina brief sketch of Bridgeport, We last
summer furnished the Wheeling Intel6geneerl
the following running history of the Doctor
which was published:
AS DR.. J. G. Affieck has been the newspa-
per man of our town, brief sketch of his
life will not be uninteresting. The Doctor
was born in DrummelZier, Scotland, in 1902;
came to America in 1919; studied medicine
with Barton and Cook; first edited the Ma
ti0n0l Historian, in st. ClaiIsville, from July
16, 1881, till June, 1888, buying out Horton
J Howard, brother of Mrs. Affieck, and
sold out to David Mcpherson, under whose
administration the paper changed its name
to the Beyn Oat ClronicLe. de edited the Irus
Blue from Somerton and Bridgeport in con
nection with his brother, from June, 1910,
to 1916. Its politics were Wing. One num-
Der of Auassf< ss46s esnfaiHe a ell " flaming !
characters fort s.Democfatic Whig Conven-t 4
tor Afterwards in Bridgeport, The Belmont
Farmer, The Dag, The Cocodnat, all contain |
ed series of reflections on the follies of man
kind, taking his characters from well-knowu
Bridgeporters. The portraitures are i'm
mensely amusing Then came his small /
sized Belmont Farmer, with lis expressive
motto-tWhat is the cursed multitude aboutF
(Geothe.) He enlarged it in 1917, with this
motto -'sWhilst some doubt of everything,
and Others profess to acknowledge every /
Il ing, wise man will. embrace such tenets,
and only such as are built upon experience, or
uIol certain and indisputable axloms"- Epi
cnrus' And now occasionally be publishes
The Tidal Wares. His family physician in
Scotlandswas the celebrated African traveller,
Mungo Park, living in the same neighborhood.
The Doctor bears on his arm Mungo's trade
n ark in the form of large vaccination scar.
The Doctors mother was first cousin of ex-
Premier Gladstone, and he sat upon Latin
and Greek benches with the great DR.. Chal-
IQeTs, lOT WHO'LL Ut Has al hfucut
and with Pollock also, author of The Course
uf Timo' In 1918, by invitation. the Docto
visited the Wyandotte reservation lying le-
tween Columbus and Lake Erie, and survey
ed I. them their lands, while he helped Rev.
jams B. Finney, Methodist missionary, to-
convert the heather.
Hes game. he's game. he's frae us torn,
The ae best fellow e'er was borni
Thee, Aft1eck, Natures sell shall mourn
BY wood and wild,
Where, haply. Pity strays forloru,
Frae man exiled. II
Ye hills. near nebors O. the starns, Is
That proudly cock your cresting caiTnes.
Ye cliffs. the haunts or sailing yearns,
Where echo slumbers.
Come join, We natures sturdiest barnes,
My wailing numbers, IL
Mourn, spring, thou darling of the yearl
llk cowslip cup shall KEEP tear:
Thou, simmer, while each corny spear
Shoots up its head,
Thy CAV, green, f1owery tresses shear
For him that's dead.
Mourn him, thou sun, great source of light,
Mourn, empress of the silent night!
And you, We twinklpg stearnies bright,
. My Affieck mourn
For through your orbs he's ta'en his flight,
Ne'er to return.
Go to your sculptured tomhs ye great,
In a the tinsel trash O. state. 4
: But by thy honest turf IL wait,
Thou man of worth;
And weep the ae best fellows fate
Ere lay in earth.
Decision of the U. S. Circuit Court as
to Assessment for Taxation OF Ma
tional Bank Stock.