The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1886-10-21
Death Of John Mcbride.

The sudden and unexpected
death of John Mcbride, at his
home in Logan. at 4 o'clock on
Friday morning. caused as much
profound sorrow among our cltI-
zens as the death of any man
that has ever occurred in our
midst.
He was in the flush Of life, in
the ripening majesty of physical
manhood. A mistake. touching
a deadly drug. sunk him to an
eternal sleep. He was nervous
and felt the need OF sleep. To
promote this he took dose Of
morphine, the dose in his weak
condition being more than his
physical condition could endure,
and Notwithstanding all that the
best skill and closest attention
the medical profession conld rem
der, he yielded to the power Of
the drug, whose sleep to many is
healthful and refreshing, but to
him, unaccusiomed to its strange
power, made his sleep eternal.
John Mcbride was born in the
town of Dromore, county Lei
trim, Ireland, June 24th, 1884,
BE came to America, March,
1852, remained in New York a
short time, and in 1853 came to
Logan. Hooking county, Ohio.
Married June 11th, 1855, to SUI
san Gallagher. at Lancaster, by |
Rev. Henry Lange. In 1858 he |
moved to Springfield, ILL.,, re-
manned about 6 years, returned
to Logan, where he has since re-
sided. His family consists of a |
wife and S chi!dren-6 daughters |
and 2 sons, all living.
John Mcbride was one of the |
most widely known and highly |
men of the Hooking |
Valley. He occupied many po-
siiions Of public trust, in all Of
which he developed sound ju lg- |
ment, and made proud record of
integrity in Office, and usefulness
in the service.
He was a man Of positive parts,
and "run," as we call it, anything |
he undertook. He was gentle
and genial, unless crossed; ten
der as child, as gentle as a wo-
can, open handed and free heart
md, he moved among US as q man
loved for his heartbeat, feared |
and respected in his indignant
1ipleasure.
1t can he sail Of John Mcbride
that whilst he did not cultivate
friends. did not seek 10 be popu-
lar with the multitude, he was a
man who held people TO him,
respect from the
and intelligence of his
community, and had a following
Of men who would come with
help at his call.
Like the man Of Leitrim, Johr |
McBride's birth place, whom Tom
Moore says of in one of his pret-
test songs: HE had an honest
way of stsnding by his friends"
His death Is great loss to us.
A loss to the public to whom he
was useful. A loss to his friends
who never knew him to quail or
Galter in a fight, or in an act of
friendship. A loss to a devoted
family whose grief is too sacred
for us to invade.
Taken from among US in the
ripening years of a useful and
honorable life. leaving a void in a
social circle made up Of men who
aim to be useful and honorable.
buried out of sight with only a
memory left us, his death calls
US all to a halt. and we stop on
our swift voyage 10 say a prayer
that the sleep he sought may be
undisturbed, and that his soul
may rest in peace.
His funeral on Sunday from
st Johns Catholic Church was
the largest ever witnessed in Lo-
gan. The people of the town,
attended. Friends
from the country and from ]
the surrounding towns were pres
nnt, attesting in this last act of
charity the love and esteem in
which the dead was held.