Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1881-06-02
HENDRYSBURGH.

All those who have Deen upon tne
sick list are reported better.
Mr.. John Hall and family have come
back to dwell among us again, after one
years sojourn in Arlington, Iowa.
Numerous friends of Mr.. John H.
Whittle, will be sorry to hear that he is
dangerously i'll at his home. near Cof
| lfeysburgh, Daviess county. Mo. Mr.
Whittle and family removed to that
point early in the spring.
Jimmy Simms, one of the typos at the
! Wheeling Intellfgencer Office, spent last
week with friends here.
Mr.. Margaret Mccoy is visiting her
daughter in Wheeling.
Rob Beck can sing Baby mine" now,
for fair and lovely daughter has come
to make things jolly at his home.
Our schools closed on last Friday-ex-
ercises pleasant, profitable, and will long
hold place IN our memory. Many Wis
itors present.
All were pleased to see Mr.. Elmer
MeKeever in our place for few days
last week. He is looking up affairs con.
cerning the estate of Mrs. Cynthia Mai.
hen, of which he is administrator.
Mrs. Sarah Clark died at the residence
of her son, Harrison Clark, on Friday
evening, 9th ult., after painful illness
\ of two weeks. She was within one
month of being so years of age. Funer.
al services were conducted by Rev
Strahl on Sabbath morning, after which
her remains were taken to Plainfield
cemetery, near Louisville, for inter.
ment, where she now lies by the side OF
the husband of her youth. s=
Our little unassuming village pre-
sents nice tidy appearance at this
time, as the people have taken more
than usual care in painting, white wash
ing and beautifying their dwellings and
grounds. We have but one drawbacks
here, but one blight to fall upon high
hopes and bright expectations, which is
the curse of intemperance. Man, noble
strong, intelligent, little lower than
the angels. falling by the way. As il
by magic they are drawn into those
cesspools of destruction. The young
men are overwhelmed by this soul de-
stroying evil. We should not sit idle
when there is work to do. Can we moi
snatch our fathers, husbands, brothers
and sons from those two sinks of mise.
ry, degradation and death in our town
Decoration was not observed here to.
day (Monday), and it is a source of re-
gret to many But the fallen braves are
not forgotten-the past rises before us
like dream-we hear the sound OF
preparation, the drum, the bugle-we
see the assemblages-hear the appeal OF
oratorS-see the excited and flushed
faces of men as they enlist in the army
of freedom-we see the pale cheeks OF
women as they part from those they
love-they are gone-gone-sOme alas,
forever ON the CORY field-in the hos
pital of pain-on the weary march
standing guard in wild storms and under
quiet StarS-in the ravines running with
blood-pierced by balls-torn by shells
in the prisons of famine and hatred.
But alas! human speech can never tell
what they endured. Many of these
heroes are dead. They died for liberty
they are at rest. Some here at home
among US, where flowers are strewn
upon their honored graves to-day by fair
and loving hands. Others are sleeping
far from home and friends-beneath
Southern skies-in the land they made
free-resting sweetly under the flag
they rendered stainless-under the whis-
pering pines, the sad hemlOcks, the tear
full willows, and the cIinging vines.
They sleep beneath the shadows of the
clouds, needless of sunshine and storm,
each in the windewleSs palace of rest.
In the midst of battles and roar of con-
fiict they found serenity of death. We
should respect, love, cherish, defend SOL
diers living wherever we meet them.
And let our tears flow freely for the
dead, who with wild thirst their life
ebbed away in distant trenches, hold
their memory sacred. When we meet
with wives and children of these de-
parted ones, let sympathy, love and
charity be theirs. Reverence them al
ways. SPECTATOR.