Year: 1869

It's with peculiarly sad emotions
that VIC recur TO the melancholy event
which removed so swiftly, so suddenly
from our midst the beloved and re-
spected young gentleman who forms
the subject of this notice.


He died in his bed room about half
past eight O. clock on Thursday even
ing, from the effects of a pistol bullet
through the brain. He, in company
with his kind and affectionate mother,
aud the children were, as was their
wont, pleasantly cOnversing in the
family sitting room when the sub
iect Of the recent " Owensbero
Fair came up incidentally. Not the
slightest apparent Importance was
given to the matter; it was talked ef
like any other of the thousand and
one little topics which we all talk OF
daily around our fresides; when
Stanley remarked: " Mother, / wish
you would let me have q little money !;
| believe I'll go TO that Fair" To this
his mother replied: Stanley. l do
wish you would1't ask me for
money to go there / wish
you would not go. You are
only eighteen years old, and
[ do not think it wise or safe for you
to be keeping so much company. 7
want you to stay at home with us,
and you know | want to make home
as pleasant for you and all of rs as /
can-as your mother. Stanley, dread
the idea of your getting into bad com
pany or temptation To this he
rather smiliDgly answered you will
let me have 1t, mother, i know. "
or words to that effect, while
he turncd into his private
room; ~hen. before we can
tell it, the family were shocked by the
discharge of a pistol, and rushing 10,
they found him on the floor lying on
his back, stark, pulseless and CORY;
the red current Of his life still stream
ing from the fatal orifce. We will
not attempt to depict the unfathom-
able sorrow, the voiced and voiceless
agonies which that fatal bullet brought
down upon that fond mother, that
loving and a4ectiouate family. The
languages Of silence best performs the
sacred task.


Our only purpose in these few hast
lily written words IS to state here, In
justice 10 the memory of the dead,
and justice to the living, on the on7y
true authority in this world, that the
foregoing is a substantially faithful
account of the last few moments OF
Stanley's conscious life.


Nearly all that afternoon he and
his mother were working together
amid the flower beds and rose bushes
10 the greatest Of cheer, talking over
the past, present and future Stanley,
urging his mother to have new resi-
deace put up, stating playlully how
much of the hard work he would do
on it himself Alas! how little either
dreamed that bright autumn day that
the Temorseless angel of death was
sweeping with all his dark shadows
so swiftly toward them. Bot, alas
who of US can tell when the sunshine
Of life shall be changed into gloom?


The deceased was a native of Can
melton, and was greatly loved and re.
spected by the entire community. Ht
was honorable and generous in hi
impulses, gentlemanly in deport
ment, and of far more than or
dinaIy intellectual promise. Tn,
entire community rendered to the be
reaved tamlly their sincerest sym
pathy. Sad companions and FREUD
laid ali that was earthly of Stanley b.
the ashes Of his father, leaving 1T il
silent repose, sealed from earthly eye
forever, there TO remain until tha
voice Omnipotent shall call forth t
judgment and life immortal th
quick and the dead Canneltoa Re
DoTtey. 23d.