Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1886-07-31

slave he early in life purchased his freedom
by the fruits of his industry and economy In
his trade as barber. Resembling very much
Frederick Douglass, he possessed a respects
bihty of mien and dignity Of carriage which
won to him the friendship OF many of our
oldest and most estimable citizens. When
quite Young he married Laura, q woman of
more than ordinary Intelligence for her conf
dition in life. She could read and write and
possessed other accomplishments not then SO
common as now. She has been dead some
years. OF their children two survive. Rachel,
wife of WIN. Brown, of st. Joseph, and
Lewis, a graduate of Central Theological
College, Nashville, a graduate of a medical
college at Cincinnati, and now taking a
postgraduate course. Maria, his second
wife and an infant child also survive him..
While loyal to the advancement of his race
John Hagood was always wise and conserva-
tive enough not to be carried away by par
tisan zeal into ILL., feeling for the whites of the
old regime among whom he was reared, and
it fell to his lot frequently during and after
the war to be of great service to them. He
was an upright, conscientious citizen, q low
ing and int husband, an ,indulgent father
and a good neighbor, thus illustrating In him
self that in the humblest sphere in life hon
esty. %klndliness and purity of purpose will
win the recognition of The world, and, let US
hope, the appreciation of the Most High. In
his last moments he professed his trust in
the all-suficiency Of Christ, and the belief
that his sins were forgiven him. He was
buried, last Thursday afternoon. from St.
Johns NJ. E, church, with masonic honors,
being a Royal Arch mason, and a large con-
course of friends accompanied his remains to
the grave. Among those who mourn his
death are many of the Oldest and most re.
spected citizens of Lafayette county.
TRIBUTE tt r ALEXANDER MOTT.
We are requested to print the following
letter from Mrs. Eta Elstner; written re-
gsrding the death of her mothor, Mrs. Alex
ander Mott of this city, from Los Angeles,
| CAL:
MY DEAR FATHER:-To think 1 can not
add mother that those lips are forever closed
in death, that she can not hear you read my
letters and be pleased that 1 have written;
neUer again. l feel crazed with grief. 1
cannot realise 1t, it all seems such an utter
imposslbility; and get it's true. Oh, how can
it be, and to think that 1 should have been SO
| o away Ludt L uOl uhtC lUC pIItllCkc
oil one last look or touch of dear old mothers
hand,onl makes me feel 1t all the more bitter.
ly, If 1 could only have been near to soothe her
dying days some, it would at least have con-
soled rae. How 1 have reproached my
self for coming away so far, but I did not
know she was so sick else 1 should have
stated until the end. I have thought of you
all so much, and yesterday when I opened
Killlan's letter and the notice dropped out !
threw up my hands with an exclamation,
gSNu n0I ahas, l1olfS NJ, r-kL-. loo
sweet mother, my best, my only friend, gone
and forever. To think in the years to come
that 1 shall meet her no more, that I shall
never listen to her voice again, and the sym
pathy and kindness she oft has given me will
never come again. Oh, it can not be. There
years to come she will greet me no more
mother, dear mother! Oh. may heaven give
her, her just reward. Her sufferings are all
over, and the death that she oft has wished
for has come, at last, by the will of God. Deal
patient suffering mother, may. she rest Ii
peace at last, and vet how hard it is to give
her up, how 1t tears the heart strings to LOST
. her, and how miserably lonesome you mus
feel without her, father. Your loss Il
keener than ours, perhaps, for you will hav,
no one that can console you as she would
You have my sympathy, for there will CONF
times when you will feel her loss more deep
~ than now. l want you to write and tel
me of her dying words and how the ent
came Oh, father, this loss seems too great
e | have lived over it all in my Imagination. ant
I have stood by her grave with you all;
have mingled my tears with yours, and alas
t could not see her. Well it is all the will O
God, and 1 must be content, yet I would hav'
wished to look upon her face, to see he
: hands and heart were resting from !ife's wOrl
y calmly. God bless her and take her home
We were not good enough to her, and heaveI
will be more merciful.