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THE GRASSHOPPER'S REVENGE.
News Item .- A St. Louis paper says the grasshoppers have eaten up the entire tobacco crop of Franklin county, Missouri, and the last that was heard from them they were seated on the street corners, begging every man that passed for a chew .- Rome Tri-Weekly Courier, 1860.
A locust with a gauzy wing, Orthopterous and full of vim, Met sad mishap one summer day- A man with quid spat juice on him!
Enraged, the locust flew ahead And spat right in the bad man's eye, Then perched upon a limb and yelled, "You may can squirt, but you can't fly!"
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JOHN WISDOM'S RIDE. By George M. Battey, Jr.
Listen, O, Romans, and you shall hear Of a midnight ride-not Paul Revere- But John H. Wisdom, Roman true; There's scarce a poet who dares to do Him justice on this mundane sphere!
He yelled to a friend, "The Yankees march
From Gadsden; Rome to take by night! My steed is old, my throat does parch, But I will bear the beacon light That all the countryside may see What dangers lurking near there be; I'll sound the note of shrill alarm From town to town and farm to farm, That Rome and all may up and arm!"
Then said adieu to Coosa's shore And whipped his charger more and more, 'Till buggy creaked and jerked along Like unpoetic, mournful song;
Hoke's Bluff he passed with piercing shout,
At Gnatville horse's strength gave out, And handsome Widow Hanks did pout At lending pony young and small, To take John on to Goshen Hall.
JNO. H. WISDOM, Rome stage coach driver, who rode 67 miles like Paul Revere to warn Romans of Streight's approach in 1863.
But pony's lameness proved severe : With stubborn "plug" John hit the trail;
Five miles they thumped the beaten track
And met old Farmer Johnson near; Two steeds espied, then told his tale,- The son rode one to bring them back.
Full forty miles were left to go, 'Twas seven then and dark the night; Like wild birds in a sudden flight The horses raced, their nostrils red; The riders rushed to halt the blow Intended for the star so bright That shone above the Southland's dead.
Now, Wisdom once the stage had manned
From Rome to Alabama town; Spring Garden put him well adown The pike he oft had traveled o'er. Eleven miles to preacher's home And fresher horse; the boy returned; 'Twas not so very far to Rome,- John's bump of indignation burned. This latest horse was likewise old, But put him to the Georgia line,- There groaned in pain and could not go And died, no doubt, for all I know. So John did spur himself again And rapped with pistol butt on door: The farmer answered with a scold, "You can't take nary horse of mine!"
Not far ahead he got a steed, Passed Cave Spring like a lightning streak, Heard "Halt!" a musket shot or so,- Just kept on riding, did not speak; Vann's Valley reached in cloud of dust, Then cast aside another horse, And buckled saddle on a mule With spirits high, without remorse. No telephone from west to east, No train to bear the message grim, But get the warning there he must, And Rome was just an hour from him; Once charger stumbled to his knees, The rider hit the rocky road: 'Twas but a trifle; up came John, Still more his faithful mount to goad.
Meanwhile, unknown to John, the foe Across the Coosa raced for Rome; Two hundred, if they sacked the town, Could have some gold and then go home.
With Captain Russell at their head This troop would win or join the dead; And also, back of Russell came Streight's main command, full sorely stung By Forrest's hornets, tired but game.
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A COUNTRY PLACE NOTED FOR ITS HOSPITALITY.
Here are shown some congenial parties at "Riverside," the home of Francis Marion Freeman, at Freeman's Ferry, Etowah River. Under the spreading mulberry tree 'are Robt. W. Graves and his wife, who was then Miss Juliet Howel, and Ed. Maddox and Miss Sue Freeman. Col. Freeman entertained Benj. H. Hill here late in 1860 when the statesman came to Rome to make a political speech. Other noted Georgians were his guests at various times.
'Twas early morn by Tower clock When bridge at Rome John dashed across;
He heard no bleating of the flock Or twitter of birds among the trees, But snores of Romans filled the breeze, Blowing over the river moss; "To arms, to arms!" he cried with glee, "And if you have not arms, then flee! Under the sloping banks, away!" The church bells rang out on the air, Then princely John sank in a chair And a lovely maiden stroked his hair. You know the rest. In the books you've read
How at dawn Streight's motley crew looked down
A cannon's mouth, squir'l guns and all, And swore they couldn't take the town, And Forrest, pushing on behind, With force one-third as large as Streight Nabbed the bunch near the city's watery gate.
Thus ends our tale of Honest John; Pray let his fame spread far and near,
For he could ride with the best of them, And so could the patriot Paul Re- vere !
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SIDNEY LANIER. By Montgomery M. Folsom.
(From The Rome Tribune, May 1, 1895; dedicated to the Lanier Circle of Rome and read at the anniversary meeting by the president, Rev. A. J. Battle.)
He caught the lisp of lowly wings in shadowy nooks remote, And counted them as holy things; the glad inspiring note Of mocking bird at break of day in songful Southern woods, Or whip-poor-will's weird roundelay in somber solitudes; The whispers of the dying wind on sunless summer eves In minor key incarnadined among the listless leaves; He was our chivalrous Bayard, without reproach or fear, Incomparable Southern bard, our myrtle-crowned Lanier!
His mind exalted far above earth's circumscribing bound, Still stooped with tenderest touch of love to soothe the weakling's wound, And though he sang in martial tone of victories won for art, As gentle as a woman's own his sympathetic heart; Rapt seer of a prophetic age, now that his work is done His name is writ on fairer page than human triumph won; Our constellation mourns the loss of such scintillant sphere, The brightest in the Southern Cross, our troubadour-Lanier!
He lived within the realm of dreams of more than mortal ken, His spirit dwelt on loftier themes than move the hearts of men, And while his weary, way-worn feet still pressed the tear-stained sod, In solemn, soul-communion sweet his form did walk with God, Interpreting the unvoiced thought which in a blossom lies, And from the flash of star-beams caught a glimpse of Paradise! Though fell the dark, untimely blight upon his earthly bier, Still blooms anew in life and light the spirit of Lanier!
He searched the depths of seas unknown, their treasure chests revealed, He caught the sweet, sad undertone from other hearts concealed, He swept the chords of nature's lyre with potent, master hand, And felt the wild, prophetic fire that few can understand. What if the branch be withered now, the drooping tree bereft, Still clinging round that broken bough the rare perfume is left; Bequeathing us his deathless fame, he sought a nobler sphere, But earth shall claim that sacred name forevermore-Lanier!
No more the soul of song shall thrill with joy that magic flute,- The lips melodious are still, the vibrant voice is mute,- But where the sacred seraphim their gladdest anthems raise And all the chanting cherubim echo the lingering lays, And asphodels of Eden bloom in fair Elysian fields, The lily's lingering perfume divine ambrosia yields; There, foremost of that choral throng the hosts of Heaven hear The voice attuned to raptured song of our own lost Lanier!
NEW YEAR'S CALLIN'. By Frank L. Stanton. (From The Tribune of Rome, Jan. 21, 1895.)
I ain't much on sassiety-hain't bin thar more'n twice- But when they take a feller round, he gits to feelin' nice! They had been goin' New Year's night, an' sakes alive! the way Them purty girls kept smilin' made me think the dark was day!
"Now, let me interduce you, Frank," John Taylor sez, sez he, An' he whispered, "Pull yer gloves off-you mus' shake hands, don't yer see?" An .. ' then he muttered, with a frown, "Well, I wish I may be ded, But you're goin' in the parlor with your hat upon yer head!"
'Twas a fact! I clean forgot and didn't realize at all I was bang up in sassiety and on a New Year's call!
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"Some folks is quite pertick-ler," says Taylor, "See the Jack! He's hung his hat upon the floor as if there warn't a rack!"
He throwed me clean at every turn-kerflummuxed all erbout; I didn't know which way ter move, but felt like movin' out; "Now here's Miss Blank a-comin' in," he sez, "Don't look so flat; Why, bless my soul, you've clean forgot-now whar's yer white cravat?"
My patience was a-weakenin fast; sez I, "Now look a-here! I'm tired o' this 'ere foolin', an' I'm gwine to git in there!" An' in I walked, and heard him say (still viewin' my construction), "Jes' look at him a-shakin' hands 'thout ary interduction !"
An' "Whut's yer name?" I sez to one, all drest in pink an' white; "That diamond you're a-wearin' mus' ha' cost a powerful sight! You're jes' the purtiest creetur that I've seed fer many a year; Nigh onto twenty years, ain't yer; been long a-livin' here?"
Then Taylor nudged me with his arm, all in a powerful rage: "Fer pity's sake, my fren'," he sez, "don't ax the girls their age!" That fairy creetur smil'd on me like basket full o' chips,- Sed it didn't make no difference. (An' Oh! them rosy lips!)
One place we went I can't ferget; a chap who didn't know The custom of the purty girls got 'neath the mistletoe, When-Smack! she give him such a kiss, 'twould done yer good ter see; But I think I kinder miss'd it when I axed her ter kiss me!
Good gracious; but the purtiness-I never seed the like: The ugly people in the worl' was all out on a strike! An' lookin' at them faces fair, them cheeks o' lovely glow
I felt like sayin' loud, "Praise God from whom all blessings flow!"
Well, I got on first-class foremost, 'spite of Taylor an' his talk, Shook hands with all the purty girls an' made the vittles walk! I et three dozen suppers, 'cause I minded well the text:
"Ef you're hungry on a New Year's night, you'll be that way till next!"
We went fum house to house; shuk hands, and sich a happy shakin'! Until when nuthin' else would break, the day hit went to breakin', As if the Lord had smiled upon the world an' made it bright An' I went out o' sassiety chock full o' New Year's Night!
THE OLD TOWN CLOCK. By Mrs. Naomi P. Balc. Since 1871, thus mused the old town clock, I've stood the storms of wind and rain, Have felt the earthquake shock. My house was torn by lightning stroke, Yet my patient hands moved on And not a moment have I lost In all the years agone.
Many who oft looked in my face, Are scattered far and wide. Others are quietly resting in peace On the hill by the river's side.
Other bright faces still greet me here, Each day in their school hour's task, And I make new friends year after year
And this is all I could ask. To you, my new friends, who look on With eager and laughing eyes, Upon each mind this lesson I'd trace, "Be earnest, be watchful, be wise."
There's a place in the strenuous battle of life, Which each one must surely fill. The hero's place can be yours in the strife, Or the sluggard's place, if you so will.
Then choose your place- The voice was hushed-
There was silence in the old town clock. The potent spell of the fairy was gone, And nothing was heard but "tick, tock."
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FINE HOMES, LARGE HOMES AND SMALL.
1-P. B. Brown (Dr. Eben Hillyer) ; 2-Wright Willingham (Dr. Ross P. Cox) ; 3-The Old Noble home; 4-W. J. Griffin (S. G. Hardy-Thompson Hiles); 5-B. T. Haynes (C. W. King) ; 6 H. W. Morton (W. T. McWilliams) ; 7-Part of old Robt. Battey home; 8-P. M. Sheib- ley (now owned by Woman's Auxiliary of Chamber of Commerce) ; 9-Battey Infirmary Group; 10-Miss Julia Omberg; 11-Geo. F. Nixon; 12-B. F. Quigg (Col. N. J. Bayard); 13-Dr. R. M. Harbin; 14-Judge Joel Branham; 15-Robt. W. Graves; 16-Rev. L. R. Gwaltney; 17-J. W. Bryson (W. M. Towers) ; 18-Judge Jno. W. Maddox.
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THE ACCESSION OF QUEEN LOUISE.
(To Miss Louise Berry, Home-Coming Week, Oct. 13, 1921.)
And now we'll give attention, please, To crowning of the fair Louise:
This Indian Summer day her host Of loyal subjects trooped in state Through panoplied procession grand Her gentleness to emulate, Forsooth, her beauty and her charm, Her wisdom and her wit adore, And suppliant, with loving hands, Obey her bidding evermore!
(That is, as long as she return The queenly incense for to burn) .
Sat also in an autumn haze Of fast expiring, gracious reign The fair Penelope the First, Who soon will be a queen again ! And all around were courtiers, 'Till one rose up with bulging chest And by the power in his voice
Writ down himself with princes best.
Prince Willingham! His doublet fit Immaculate; his sleeves of lace And coat of purple told entire The glory of a noble race;
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A JOLLY HOME-COMING GROUP of vis- itors and hostesses at the East Rome en- trance to the city, October, 1920.
And from his silver tongue there flowed Philippic to the moulding past : "Good Queen Penelope is gone,
Good Queen Louise is not the last!" (Prince Dean, of' passing great re- nown,
Her Loveliness the
Then gave crown).
A chapter yet ere day is done:
In gathering shadows comes the Ball; The queens will slowly march and shed Their radiant loveliness o'er all; The hills will echo back the note Of herald's trumpet blast ahead :
"Wake, Romans, wake, and look be- yond To future bright; the past is dead!"
SONNET TO A DEPARTED FRIEND (Sept. 3, 1920.)
Sweet lady of the olden South we come To pay our fond respects as thou dost go Up into fairer land that none may know Or wonder how strange mystery issues from !
Amid a bower of roses, lilies, phlox We sadly sing from deep our souls within,-
If not too late, thy peaceful smile to win;
Thy Lord beyond the portal gently knocks ! And then the last farewell; 'tis good to live
If living means to think of thee in prayer,
Uncovered, stand in swishing autumn wind And wonder if the noble life you give Can find its saintly counterpart up there; Oh, how we need thee who are left behind!
LINES TO A HUMMINGBIRD SEEN AT A LADY'S WINDOW. By John Rollin Ridge.
Yon dew-drunk bacchanal Hath emptied all the roses of their sweets, And drained the fluent souls Of all the lilies from their jeweled bowls;
And now on rapid wings he fleets To where by yonder crystal pane A lady, young and fair, Looks out upon the sifting sun-lit rain.
That ripe, red mouth he takes For rarer flower than ever yet was quaffed,
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May Day Celebration, commencement, 1921, and other Shorter College views. The new location of the institution for young women is at the northern foot of Mt. Alto and affords a fine view of the surrounding country.
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And longeth much to sip
The honey of that warm and dewy lip, And drain its sweetness at a draught. Ah! vain, delusive hope! 'tis hard, But rainbow-winged bird,
Thou'rt not alone from those sweet lips debarred !
Now, charm-ed with her eyes,
And dazzled by their more than sunny light, He winnoweth with his wings
The fineness of the golden mist, and swings,
A breathing glory in her sight! Too happy bird, he's won a smile From that proud beauty rare
Which from his throne an angel might beguile!
How dizzy with delight
He spins his radiant circles in the air ! Now, on their spiral breath
Upborn, he 'scapes th' enchantress underneath
And will not die of joy or of despair- The gleam in her bright eyes, and wild, Ne'er hoping once to win
The nectar from those lips which on him smiled!
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DR. RICHARD VENABLE MITCHELL, an old Roman who is fondly recalled by many members of the present generation.
A CHEROKEE LOVE SONG .*
By John Rollin Ridge.
Come with me by moonlight, love And let us seek the river's shore; My light canoe awaits thee, love, The sweetest burden e'er it bore!
The soft, low winds are whispering there Of human beauty, human love, And with approving faces, too, The stars are shining from above.
Come place thy small white hand in mine,
My boat is 'neath the willow trees, And with my practised arm the oar Will ask no favor from the breeze.
Now, now, we're on the waters, love, Alone upon the murmuring tide- Alone! but why should we regret If there were none on earth besides?
What matters it if all were gone? Thy bird-like voice would yet beguile, And earth were heaven's substitute If thou wert left to make it smile!
Oh, mark how soft the dipping oar, That silent cleaves the yielding blue- Oh, list the low sweet melody Of waves that beat our vessel too!
Oh, look to heaven, how pure it seems, No cloud to dim, no blot, no stain; And say-if we refuse to love,
Ought we to hope or smile again?
That island green, with roses gemmed, **
Let's seek it, love-how sweet a spot ! Then let the hours of night speed on- We live to love-it matters not!
HALLOWED GROUND.
Oh, some may think it matters not Where one first sees the light of day But lucky is the man whose lot It was to enter life's glad way, Peneath the Oostanaula's shade, Where red-skin once his pallet laid! Yea, hallowed be the ground of Rome- My heart is there though I'm afar! Abode I like, I worship home, And all its folk who blithesome are! May not all those who love it still Clasp hands some day in Myrtle Hill?
*His thoughts here go hack to his happy days spent on the Oostanaula. ** Reference is probably to Whitmore's Island.
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PARTIAL LIST OF INTERMENTS IN MYRTLE HILL CEMETERY
NOTE-This list was taken from the records of City Sexton C. L. King, dating from 1874 through Sept. 2, 1922, and contains approximately 1,500 names, which is probably one-sixth of total. Additions and corrections for Vol. II. are desired.
The figure after the name is the age at death; the figure after the date of death is the day of burial. In most cases the deceased were natives of Rome or Floyd County; unless otherwise noted, death occurred there. The first entry is translated thus: Burwell, Lewis D .; 59 years old; born in North Carolina; died at Rome Jan. 9, 1874; buried Jan. 11, 1874.
Myrtle Hill Cemetery is situated in South Rome at the junction of the Etowah and the Oostanaula on a knoll 100 feet or more above the rivers. It is often re- ferred to by visitors as one of the most beautiful natural locations in the United States. The first interments were made in 1857, when the old Seventh Avenue Cemetery was officially abandoned, but the records do not go back that far.
1874.
Burwell, Lewis D., 59; bn. N. C .; 1-9- 74; 1-11.
Bruce, Caleb, 57; 2-11-74; 2-14.
Terhune, Wm. Barclay, 53, of N. J .; 6- 30-74; 7-1.
Landrum, Mrs. C. T., 28; bn. Ala .; De- Soto; 2-27-74; 2-28.
MeGuire, Mrs. T. J., 34; bn. Ga .; 3-8- 74; 3-9.
Landers, J. M. B., 61; bn. Ala .; 3-19-74; 3-21.
Buchanan, A. J., 57; bn. Ga .; 3-2-74; 3-21; drowned.
Bergman, Peter, 35; of Sweden, res. Ala .; 3-24-74; 3-25.
Mooney, J. P., 27; of N. C., killed; 4- 18-74; 4-25.
Shockley, Mrs. Elizabeth, 86; Fl. Co .; 5-14-74; 5-15.
Adkins, W. E .; 6-16-75; 6-17.
Morrison, Geo., 20; bn. Ga .; killed on R. R., 7-14-74; 7-16.
Seay, Mrs. Mary, 28; bn. Ga., 7-25-74; 7-26.
Wimpee, Mrs. A. V., 30; DeSoto; 10-25- 74; 10-26.
McAfec, Mrs. M. M., 64; 11-22-74; 11- 23. Marable, Mrs. M. A .; 58; 12-22-74; 12- 23.
LeHardy, Eugene, 58; bn. Belgium; 12- 27-74; 12-28.
1875.
Mills, Mrs. Lizzie, 30; 4-2-75; 4-4.
Funderburk, Mrs. T., 65; S. C .; 3-7-75; 3-8.
Attaway, Charley, 73; S. C .; 3-26-75; 3-28.
Mattson, Emil, 23; Sweden; 4-2-75; 4- 12. Smith, Rev. J. H., 23; bn. Ga .; res. Fla., 4-13-75; 4-17.
Veal, Mrs. Sarah A., 42; bn. Ga .; 5-30- 75; 5-31.
Smith, Asahel R., 81; 6-25-75; 6-26. Sullivan, Walter; 20; bn. S. C .; dd. N. Y .; 8-2-75; 8-6.
Scott, Dunlap, 42; 10-30-75; 11-1. Stillwell, Mrs. Mary, 23; 11-10-75; 11- 11.
Stansbury, Miss Mary, 25; Tenn .; 11- 17-75; 11-18.
1876.
McDonald, Mrs. Ellen, 72; 1-6-76; 1-7. Jack, Mrs. Eliza, 72; N. C .; 1-12-76; 1-13.
Brownlow, Jas., 88; S. C .; 2-16-76; 2-17. Jack, Howard, 44; 4-11-76; 4-12.
Burwell, Mrs. M., 75; Va .; 4-11-76; 4- 13.
Printup, Mrs. J. J., 25; 5-11-76; 5-12. West, Jane M., 81; Tenn .; 5-20-75; 5-23. Edmondson, Mrs. Belle Watters, 25; 7- 17-76; 7-18.
Stewart, Sam'l., 64; 9-4-76; 9-5.
Selkirk, Mrs. M. C .; 54; 8-17-76; 8-19. Carver, Mrs. Edith, 63; N. C .; 9-24-76; 9-25.
Mitchell, D. R., 74; bn. Ga .; 11-10-76, in Fla .; 11-18.
Jones, Wm. F., 76; res. N. C .; bn. Ga .; 12-14-76; 12-16.
Dayton, Thos., 26, of Pa .; 12-27-76 from pistol wound; 12-29.
1877
Gregory, Mrs. S. M .; 77; 1-4-77; 1-6. Graham, G. W., 52; S. C .; 2-5-77; 2-6. Underwood, John H., 61; 2-24-77; 2-26. Wildsmith, Jane, 29; England; 3-4-77; 3-5.
Butler, Green B., 42; res. Atlanta; 3-13- 77; 3-14.
Shorter, Mrs. Martha, 78; 3-22-77; 3-23. Meigs, R. L., 62; bn. N. C .; 4-22-77.
Cutter, M. N., 61; bn. N. Y .; 4-23-77; 4-24.
May, Mrs. S. M., 48; bn. Tenn .; 5-10- 77; 5-11.
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GLIMPSES IN ROME'S "SILENT CITY OF THE DEAD."
A crowd at Easter singing, 1921; tomb of Alfred Shorter; the Confederate monument; Daniel S. Printup shaft; the Connally lot; Forrest monument and shaft to Women of the Con- federacy, on Broad; a group at the Battey vault; the C. N. Featherston grave; grave of Mitchell A. Nevin; Chas. A. Hight lot; a group at the grave of the first Mrs. Woodrow Wilson.
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Woods, Thos., 27; bn. England; 5-29- 77; 5-30.
Norton, Wm. G., 20; bn. Conn .; 6-2-77; 6-3. Cothran, W. S., 73; bn. S. C .; 7-20-77; 7-21.
Wildsmith, Ann, 54; bn. England; 8-6- 77; 8-7.
May, S. M., 50; bn. Tenn ;. 8-9-77; 8-10. Wilkerson, Eliza, 66; 8-21-77; 8-22.
Beysiegel, Chas., 55; bn. Germany; lived DeSoto; 8-21-77; 8-22.
Dewberry, Thos .. 43; bn. S. C .; 9-14-77; 9-15.
Hazelton, Mrs. Mary., 103; bn. Eng- land; 10-11-77; 10-12.
Reynolds, Larkin H .; 33; bn. Bartow Co .; 11-12-77; 11-13.
Connor, Mrs. R. L., 54; 12-7-77; 12-9. Shropshire, Lizzie, 19; 11-18-77; 11-19. Crossman, J. W., 45; lived DeSoto; 12- 30-77; 12-31.
1878.
Bowen, Elizabeth; 57; 4-29-78; 4-30.
Brower, Minnie Lester. 21; bn. S. C .; 2-6-78; 2-7.
Watters, G. W .; 56; 3-9-78; 3-11.
Sproull, J. C., 46; bn. S. C .; Carters- ville 1-12-66; mvd to Rome 4-4-78.
Mills, Mrs. E. W., 60; bn. N. C .; 4-14- 78; 4-15.
Howell, J. C., 21; kld. in battle, 7-30- 64; mvd. from Kingston 4-24-78.
Hart, J. R., 52; bn. N. C .; 6-1-78; 6-2. Seavey, Wm. T., 31; Hot Springs, Ark., 6-25-78; 6-28.
Gardner, Geo. H., 56; bn. England; 8- 25-78; 8-27.
Smith, Greenville, 64; bn. Tenn .; 9-17- 78; 9-18.
Perry, Thos. J., 54; 9-28-78; 9-29.
Maguire. Terrence; 57; bn. N. Y .; 10-3- 78; 10-4.
Howell, G. W., 61; bn. Tenn., Ived Ala .; 10-13-78; 10-14.
Pitner, A. G .; 62; 11-28-78; 11-30.
Miller, H. H., 60; bn. Tenn ;. 11-30-78; 12-1.
1879.
Wardlaw, H. H., 27; bn. Ga .; res. Ark .; 1-3-79; 1-7.
Jackson, Wm., 79; bn. S. C .; 2-5-79; 2-6. Jones, Elizabeth, 59; res. Floyd Co .; 3- 2-79; 3-3.
McIntyre, Mrs. Margaret, 40; bn. Scot- land, lvd S. Rome; 3-3-79; 3-4.
Mckenzie, Hattie, 32; 3-7-79; 3-9.
Walker, L. P., 56: bn. Penn., res. De- Soto; 3-24-79; 3-25.
O'Rear, Richard, 7; drowned 5-17-79; 5-21.
Lee. Geo. W., 49; 4-3-79; 4-6.
Galloway, Thos., 30; bn. Scotland; 5- 28-79; 5-29.
Graves, M. L., 83; bn. N. C .; 6-1-79; 6-2.
Wood, Mrs. Sarah G., 78; bn. N. C .; 6-4-79; 6-5.
Aldridge, Mrs. A. M., bn. England; 6- 7-79; 6-8.
Cooley, J. C., 15; bn. Tenn .; concussion brain caused by fall; 6-25-79; 6-26. Langston. Mrs. A. J., 42; 6-27-79; 6-29. Britt, Mrs. F. R .; 48; res. DeSoto; 6- 28-79; 6-30.
Lee, James, 73; bn. Ireland; 7-11-79; 7-12.
Gersley, Mrs. M. E., 65; bn. Germany, lvd Ohio; 7-13-79; 7-14.
Lansdell, Mrs. A. M., 70; 7-26-79; 7-28. Towns, J. R., DeSoto; 8-3-79; 8-4.
Mapp, Frank, 16; concussion brain, ac- cident; 8-17-79; 8-18.
Lee, Mrs. Mary, 65; 8-22-79; 8-23.
Buford, Mrs. Mary A .; bn. S. C .; res. DeSoto; 9-8-79; 9.
Trammell, V. B .; 35; res. DeSoto; dd. 9-15-79, of gunshot wds .; 16.
Gibbons, Mrs. C .; 77; bn. Va .; dd. 9-16-79; 17.
Freeman, Mrs. Sarah G .; 9-26-79; 28. Berry, James E .; 59; bn. Tenn .; 10-2- 79; 3.
Omberg, Nick; 24; 10-3-79; 4.
McDonald, Alexander; 82; 10-6-79; 7. Wimpee, John; 29; 10-7-79; 8.
Trainor. Mrs. Kate; 29; bn. Penna .; res. S. Rome; dd. 11-4-79, by drown- ing in well; 5.
Bowie, Mrs. Clara Mills; 26; bn. Ills .; 11-7-79; 9.
Buckley, Dan'l C .; bn. Irel'd; 12-1-79; 3. Morris. Mrs. Mary; 32; E. Rome; 12- 2-79; 4.
1880.
Burke, Mrs. Sarah E .; 39; bn. Ala .; 2-17-80; 18.
Hinton. Mrs. Sarah; 71; bn. N. C .; 2- 20-80; 21. Omberg, Mrs. M. A .; 43; bn. S. C .; 2-22-80; 23.
Marion, Mrs. Mary B .; 36; 3-1-80; 2. Lansdell, A. M .; 73; bn. N. C .; 3-25-80; 28.
McDonald, Mrs. Martha; 41; 4-1-80; 3. Johnson, Geo .; 36; bn. S. Rome: dd. 4-17-80, from knife wounds; 19. McDonald, Mattie; 19; 4-29-80; May 1. Cline, Mrs. Jane: 41: bn. S. C .; res. E. Rome; 5-24-80: 26.
Richardson, Mrs. Lizzie; 18; dd. 6-4-80, of burns at home; 6.
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