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Franklin Repository: December 28, 1870

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Address of Welcome Delivered at the Re-Union of the 126th Reg. P.V., Dec. 13, 1870, By Lieut. Col. D. W. Rowe
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Summary: The Repository publishes the welcome speech of Lt. Col. D. W. Rowe. The colonel addressed the veterans of the 126th Pennsylvania Volunteers at a recent reunion. Rowe praised the citizen soldier, noting that this model of filling the ranks would prevent armies from being "the play things of monarchs and the tools of ambition." War, after this, "will be made only for the genuine interests of the citizens" because "the man who votes will be the man to fight."
Full Text of Article:

Delivered at the Re-union of the 126th Reg. P. V., Dec. 13, 1870,

COMRADES: - The committee of arrangements appointed at a meeting of the officers of the 126th Regiment, which convened at Trostle's Hotel, in this borough on the 13th of May last, the anniversary of the battle of Chancellorsville, to arrange for this reunion of the whole regiment, on the anniversary of the battle of Fredericksburg, have done me the honor to request that I would welcome you to the business and the festivities of this occasion. I shall neither deny nor conceal that the duty is a pleasant one. Nothing which concerns the regiment is indifferent to me. For its dead I have unbounded sorrow, for its survivors a sentiment of fraternity and the extended hand of cordial friendship. Its good name every one of us feels to be in his own peculiar keeping. The memories of the old regiment are cherished in our inmost hearts, and will expire only with our latest breaths. To welcome you, my own comrades and friends, after an interval of seven years, to a renewal of friendships, and an interchange of greetings, under such happy auspices and auguries, is, believe me, for I use no hollow professions, a duty that is remunerated in the performance, if only I shall suitably impress you with the cordiality of our welcome.

In whose name shall I welcome you?

In that of the officers who pre-arranged this meeting, whose spokesman I am more immediately. For one allowable source of pride there is to them, that they commanded such men. Whatever their own deficiencies, and they were the result for the most part of the unwarlike era which preceded the rebellion, when for so many years the country basked in the sunshine of peace, and the sword was, if not in very fact, at least almost literally, turned into plow shares and spears into pruning books, one all sufficient compensation they found in the dispositions of the men they commanded. For what mattered it to have skilled and efficient commanders, when every man in the ranks was intelligent enough to understand his duty and patriotic enough to do it? Had it not been for this, the South would indeed have had a great advantage over us. For their officers and leaders were for the most part and to some extent accustomed to arms and to the command of men, and to the treatment of them as inferiors and subordinates. But yours were like yourselves inured to the pursuits of industry and accustomed to equality, and they were never able at any time fully to play the superior, even on proper and indeed necessary occasion. - You, by your character and conduct enabled them to command with credit, and even in the end to be victorious, and so to reflect upon their past career with pleasure and sometimes even with pride. Our officers, when the piping times of peace had returned again, and war's stern alarums were changed to merry meetings, had nothing so much at heart as to draw you together that you who did the work might receive the reward, and that having suffered hardships in common, you might in common and together rejoice in the fruition of your labors.

I do not hesitate to welcome you also in the name of the old regiment whose baptism of fire at Fredericksburg this day recalls and commemorates. But is not this the regiment which now re-unites? Not so my comrades. This body which marches gaily out of Harrisburg, in August, 1862, which listened to the thunders of second Bull Run and Antietam, and went up Marye's Heights at Fredericksburg, and down into the dense woods at Chancellorsville, exists no more. It is a recollection only - a thing that once was but is no more. An ephemeral existence, that, as we now look back upon its career, lived but a short summer's day and then passed from sight, leaving behind only such memories as linger after the death of a beautiful child, all sadly pleasant and cherished with pain. For the memory of the past is a sigh.

The old regiment, as it once existed in organized shape, strong in the united strength of a thousand youthful hearts fired with patriotism, beautiful as it stood forth clothed in all the panoply of war, around whose standard you gathered, under whose banners you marched to champion the grandest cause that ever men fought for by land or sea, or for which ever knightly lance was laid in rest, or ever hero did a deed of derring-do - sleeps in the graves of the departed and is nothing in the sphere of sublunary things. This phantom which we call the 126th Regiment, if it seems to you to appear again, to day, arises to your memories and affections alone. Some of its elements and factors only are here. The words of the mustering officer spoke it into existence, and at his command it perished. And inasmuch as it lives to day only in your fancies - and can never henceforth exist otherwise - I imagine the shade of the old regiment is grateful for this day's reunion, its revivification of the events of the years that are gone, when the regiment made part of the grand army of the Republic and had "a local habitation and a name" among mortal existences, and is delighted at the spectacle which this hall now presents.

Above all, I welcome you here and to this reunion in the name of the patriotic people of Franklin county, who sent you out with their blessings, and received you back with manificent ovations.

Can any of us forget how this people, our kindred and friends, burthened with the weight of the great contest and already beginning to writhe under its wounds, their tears of sorrow mingling with their smiles of encouragement, sent us, their brothers and sons, forth to the battle, with every hope and wish and blessing, themselves consumed with a secret fear both for us and our country - and envying us the felicity of the power to do and strike as well as to pray and hope for the success of the cause? Are their letters forgotton, steadying us, stimulating us? Are the numbers in which they flocked to us, when opportunity offered, with presents are every token of regard, no longered remembered? What deep excitement pervaded those homes after a disastrous battle? What sincere mourning for our comrades who fell on the field of honor! What a reception to the survivors when, their period of service ended, they returned to their friends, welcomed with every manifestation of pride and delight! And this same people, again and again, since that time, have made evident their regard for you, have suffered no opportunity to pass to express it, have sought occasions to testify to it. They, to a great extent, placed the good name of the county in your keeping, when they sent so large a body of you out together to do valiantly for the Union of their Fathers, and because you kept well your trust, they honor you and see you with pleasure assemble on the occasion of the reunion.

To what do I welcome you?

To a renewal of friendships, to an interchange of gratulations of cordial handshakings, to the expression of emotions long desiring utterance, to a bursting of the barriers of mere conventiousalism and a genuine restoration of sundered ties of association, once as strong and firm as those of almost any other possible relation in life; to an abandonment of yourselves to good fellowship within the bounds of decorum, and a thorough enjoyment of the day divested of all cares save to be happy whilst the day lasts, and to make all the comrades and friends delighted with the occasion. Carpe diem! Seize those fleeting hours dedicated to the memories of your soldier life, live over again the scenes of the war times; recall the pleasing occurrences and if you choose the "moving incidents by flood and field" in your career, smoke again in fancy your pipes at the tent doors surrounded by close friends and true companions, and let some one tell a tale or story and the clear, ringing laugh resound. I invite you to a day's thorough enjoyment, the cares of life laid aside, and troubles dismissed and forgotten. Shall we have never a day of unalloyed happiness? Is heaven so stern as to forbid an interval of joy? If ever you may be happy, it is permitted to you to be so now - Heaven is propitious, your fellow men will applaud. Something of business there is for you to do. A moment must be devoted to perfecting the organization of the association we to-day establish, we trust to be long maintained, even to the far off days when half a dozen decrepit men shall alone remain to represent the 126th, and recall the glorious, historic days of to them "auld lang syne." This done, a banquet awaits you, where the groaning tables, like a sorely pressed garrison, call loudly to be relieved, and the caterer for this reunion expects with anxiety your coming, and, pallid, waits to hear his Highland Jenny cry.

"Did'na ye hear their slogan."

Let us see to-day that "it is merry in hell, where beards wag all." Something pleasant we have endeavored to provide for every moment of time. What with toasts and responses, and addresses and recitations, and music and refreshments, it is hoped to carry you delightedly forward to the promenade concert, when with the ladies and the music leading the festivities, the day shall end, like a successful exhibition of fire works, in a blaze of brilliancy. In short, though I may not offer you a feast of reason, I invite you to an overflow of soul.

I observe that in accordance with the invitations extended you, your wives and your friends have come up on the feast day to enjoy themselves with you. They are welcome. It is nothing to us to be offered happiness, if they may not participate. They were never forgotten in the days we commemorate, and are not to be omitted now. Without them the reunion could not be a success. The better-half part of the programme would be necessarily omitted. Some of the comrades, however, have not realized, after the lapse of so long a time, the reasonable expectation of their companions in arms in their march through life they have no supporting column, and no entrenched camp guarded by love, the sharpest eyed of sentries. You seem to avoid capture by the ladies with the same anxiety you tried to escape the rebels. You even run, it is said, at the first attack. Do you not perceive how your reputation for courage suffers? For shame! No Andersonville awaits the captive of the fair, and "Libby" has no horrors for her prisoner. She will not release you a green as well as wretched shadow, however she captures you; but will lead you a dance of delightful measures, always, loyal sir, to the music of the Union. We know that faint heart never won fair lady, and that none but the brave deserve the fair, and we lament that your courage has died out. Or are there really positions in the field matrimonial, not so formidable in appearance, still harder to take by storm than Marye's Heights at Fredericksburg? Well, we are willing to believe it for your sakes and because some of the comrades here with wives and babies beside them - on that I must profoundly congratulate them - have encountered some infantry since the war ended harder to conquer than ever was Stonewall Jackson's.

On looking over the muster rolls of the regiment, I am delighted to observe how many of our boys came back to take the "girls they left behind them." I thought it would be so, on the days when I saw them like snakes from a stone wall on a sunshiny day, thrusting out long necks from their tents to catch a view of some piece of Virginia calico which was calling down the road, and then retiring back to their bunks to sing after the manner of the dying swan whose note is always, you know, most beautiful just before death, "Annie Laurie." These same girls, who were so constantly screeched out by the fife, and "drummed out" by the drum as left behind, I to-day welcome, having at length come up, with all possible cordiality.

We went forth, comrades, eight hundred men from this county of Franklin. As I look over this assembly now, many of the comrades are here indeed, but a majority of those who took the oath and shouldered arms at Harrisburg are not here. Where are they? and why do they not participate? Some valiant and noble youths we wrapped in their blankets and buried to the sound of the muffled drum in the enemy's land. They sleep in soldiers' graves, having met death in the midst of battle.

"Their bodies are dust,
And their good swords rust,
And their souls are with the saints
We trust."

It was their fortune (shall I call it an evil one?) to die for their country. It was a happy one, if indeed it be true, as Kosciusko dying said, and many champions of fatherland before him, that it is sweet and becoming to die for one's country. Dulce et decorum pro patriam mori. They sleep in honored graves. Their fame . No error of theirs can impair the debt of gratitude we owe them. They live in our memories youthful heroes. We pity them for their youth, we admire them for their great hearts. If it is permitted to them to know and be interested in mundane affairs, and they perceive from the starry spheres above the beauty and the glory of their work here accomplished, wherein is our fortune better than theirs? Nevertheless, if not for their sakes, for our own, we wish they were here to-day, and their absence leaves a chasm in our happiness which must remain open. I must not chill with gloomy thoughts now, at the outset, the festivities of this reunion, but so much had to be said, could not remain unsaid.

On the column which we will erect to their memory, we may justly transcribe the words from the marble which Athens raised over her youths who fell in the lost battle of Chaeronea:

"These are the Patriot brave, who side by side,
Stood to their arms and dashed the foeman's pride:
Into the battle rushed at glory's call
With firm resolve to conquer or to fall:
That Greeks should ne'er to tyrants bend the knee,
But live as they were born, from thraldom free.
They fought, they bled, and on their country's breast,
(Such was the doom of Heaven) these heroes rest."

Others are not here, because they have laid them down to die under the skies of the restored Union, and amidst the graves of their fathers, and have gone to join the former in the Elysian fields. Ah! how I love to fancy them welcomed by Lyons and Baker, and Wadsworth and Sedgewick and Reynolds and he above all, the commander in chief, the Martyr President, not as soldiers, but as the deliverers of four millions slaves from cruel bondage.

All still others are absent, because they are scattered all over the Union, and are far away from us, in the pursuit of some one or other of the callings of industry, working with their hands or brains, restoring the waste of the war, architects of their own fortunes and also of the prosperity of the country. No one of them a soldier, the day after Appomatox. No one of them willing to be a hireling to the bloody trade of war or be of a class separate and apart from the citizens, servants of the centurions to go when they say go and come when they say come. The mustering out of our armies, the melting of near a million soldiers fresh from the fields of battle and victory, into law abiding citizens, is "the coming mercy" of our great struggle. It is the grandest fact in the history of the war. To transform such citizens into such soldiers, was great and astonishing performance; to transform such soldiers back again into such citizens far surpasses it.

Our citizens were our soldiers, and to-day we observe a great phenomenon in the old world of the same kind. Germany's citizens are also her soldiers. And such great things have been accomplished by the citizen soldiers in two hemispheres, in recent days, that henceforth it is decreed that a standing army of professional soldiers, a body separate and apart from and above the citizens from them but not of them, shall not be found. The hireling butchers of a despot will never again confront the armed citizens, fighting for fatherland, their weapons guided by patriotism and intelligence. Henceforth armies will not be the play things of monarchs and the tools of ambition, nor battles be fought for the glory of dynasties, or houses; but war will be made only for the genuine interests of the Commonwealth, since it cannot be made without the concurrence and assent of the citizens; for intelligence will guide the ballot, and the man who votes will be the man to fight.

The discharged soldiers of the Union therefore are not a class, but only a fraternity, Association in dangers and hardships makes fast friends, by a natural law, and brothers in arms are of kin. They are, indeed, in one sense, kindred by blood. Our re union to day is the outgrowth of this sentiment of fraternity. Companions in arms are held together, as it were, by a species of free masonry - and this is a fraternity older than masonry itself. When you go abroad among strangers your discharge is your certificate of membership, the pass word is Gettysburg or Appomatox - and the hailing sign of distress is the wound you bear; and these are recognized not only by your comrades, but by all people.

Are we not a fraternity?

Soldier - "I belong to Gideon's band"
Comrade - "Here's my heart and here's my hand."

When on the 20th of May, 1863, we separated, the war was raging. The rebellion was still in its ascendant. But almost immediately it began to sink. Meade hurled Lee back from Round Top. Sheridan sent Early whirling through Winchester. Grant went crashing afterwards, through the Wilderness, and taking the rebel army in his iron embrace, crushed the life out of it at Appomatox. Then ensued the scene under the apple tree, on which the Union soldiers had so set their hearts to hang Jeff Davis; but the good genius of the Rpublic, unwilling that the arch traitor should be hung by the hands of a Union soldier, procured for him from the gods a meaner exit. Then the pageant at Washington and the disbanding of the armies. Then the replacing of the pillars of the Temple - the vast work of reconstruction. And now, this day, there is what our eyes longed to behold, peace and union. And there is Liberty. Soldiers, the work you were given to do, is done.

Ten years ago we were no more respected in the eyes of the world than are now the United States of Columbia. We were not only not a great power - we were not a power at all, either physically or morally. We made no impression whatever on the world.

To day the flag of the Union is the symbol of power as well as freedom in every sea. China selects an American for her chief ambassador, the greatest honor I think ever conferred. Our minister at Paris is the protector of the Germans when their own is dismissed, and is at the same time the medium of negotiation between the great nations at war. The London Times speaks of Prussia, England, and the United States of America, as able to lead the world. We occupy a position side by side with Prussia, the now acknowledged leader of Continental Europe.

That England joins herself with Prussia and us, is not strange. After the battle of Salamis, a vote of the generals was taken as to who should be crowned for most distinguished services - They were to indicate a first and Themistocles second. And it was agreed that Themistocles was first. We only desire that every other nation should admit us to be next to itself.

And, my comrades, what wonderful scene are these we are enacted? In England; at a great meeting of the working people to express sympathy with the newly established Republic of France, it does not suffice to unite the tri color of France with England's ensign but the flag of the Union must be entwined with them both. And in France, when the Empire falls like a rotten apple, at a touch and the people set up the Republic of their hearts and we are frantic with joy at their liberties secured, they rush for the American flag, and waving it with their own, cry "Live the Republic!" "Live the United States!"

This is what we are. What we will be is told in a word. The United States of America will not live forever. They will at last be lost in the United States of the World. This is the work of him who said when the contest was on: "I am needed; the work cannot be done without me."

I must not forget to say, at this reunion of the 126th Regiment, that no one of its soldiers has had reason to blush for the regiment to which he belonged. Its record is without a stain. I am sorry that I cannot say that the record of every man that belonged to it is equally stainless. This regiment always did what it was put to do, so far as man might. At Fredericksburg and Chancellorsville, indeed, we were not victorious. But the Gods only are always successful. I saw the work you did. You deserved success. I vouch General Tyler, who sits here to answer, who saw you go up Marye's Heights on that eventful December evening, who saw you rob the cartridge boxes of your dead comrades, in the woods at Chancellorsville, to maintain the fight.

Yet I have always regretted that the regiment had not the good fortune to participate in a grand victory, such as came on several occasions later in the war. It would have mitigated the sorrow we felt for the loss of our comrades. To see them die in fruitless efforts. Ah! that was the bitterness of it. But we know better now. Nevertheless they would have been happier in their deaths, if they had died in the midst of victory. I would we might have seen their smiles, and had the good fortune of the friends of Botzzaris -

"They fought like brave men, long and well,
They piled the ground, with Moslem slain,
They conquered, but Botzzaris fell
Bleeding at every vein;
His few surviving comrades saw
His smile, when rang their proud hurrah!
And the red field was won;
Then saw, in death, his eyelids close
Calmly as to a night's repose,
Like flowers at set of sun."

I have insisted that the 126th played well its part in the grand drama of the rebellion. Its soldiers now, without a blush, may fight over again the battles by their peaceful firesides, of a winter night. Like Uncle Toby and Corporal Trim, they may interlard every conversation with some illustration from the days of the war. I do not expect to hear them talk, however, of angles and bastions, salients and bulwarks, palisadoes and scarps and couter scarps, and revelins and halfmoons. As little do I expect of all of them the grand answer of Capt. Toby, in reference to his courage, if theirs should be called in question: "Sir, I trust I am not afraid of anything but to do a bad action."

But there will be many scenes to live over, again to-day, and I detain you from them too long. I invite you to the business of the day, and to its enjoyments. Be happy in the recollection of duty done, and in the glorious future of your country. For the prospect ahead is ill radiant and inspiring. We advance to grandeur and power. We move on to Empire. The Genius of the Republic guides. The lamp of liberty lights the way. The harmony of the States as they move in their appointed orbits around the central sun of the Union, making music akin to the "music of the spheres," is the anthem to which we march. The great company of patriots, liberators and martyrs to wrong in all ages behold us from above.

Already we are out of the wilderness and catch a glimpse of the promised land. We are bound for the inner side of Jordan. we are already entering the goodly land our fathers only saw at a distance from the top of the mount. A the hum of whose cheerful industry mingled with the tones of a free and happy people, without a discordant note from the throat of a single down-trodden creature, shall be in the ears of the oppressed of other lands a music sweeter than the strains the enraptured poet heard -

"When once (he) sat upon a promontory
And heard a mermaid on a dolphins' back
Utter such dulcet and harmonious strains
That the rude sea grew civil at her song
And certain stars show madly from their spheres
To hear the sea-maid's music?"

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The First Senatorial District Election
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Summary: After the victory of a Democratic candidate in the state senate election, the Repository explores reasons why the Republican party is losing popularity. The article also supports reforms to the State Constitution.
Full Text of Article:

The election in this district for the political control of the Senate in the coming session of the Legislature, was held last Tuesday, and resulted in the success of the candidate of the Democracy. So much depended on this election that the result was anxiously awaited all over the State. Until Senator Watt died the Republicans had a majority of one in the Senate. His unexpected demise unsettled the condition of things, and made the control of the Senate depend upon the uncertain result of an election in the most uncertain district in the State. When the election for Senator was held in the First Senatorial district last fall a year, both parties claimed the candidate, and a contest ensued which gave the seat to Mr. Watt, the Republican candidate. Last fall the Republican majority was very decided. We see it stated that Mr. Beatty, the Republican candidate for Receiver of Taxes, carried the wards comprising this Senatorial district by a majority of 1,010 votes. The total vote was 26,420, the Republican vote being 13,715 and the Democrats vote 12,705. Last Tuesday Col. Dechert, the Democratic candidate, received 14,084 votes, and Lyndall, the Republican, 12,741. The aggregate vote is larger than it was last fall by 404 votes; the Republican vote is 947 less than it was then, and the Democratic vote is 1,379 greater. Such a remarkable change in so short a period of course demands at the hands of the Republican journals of Philadelphia some explanation, but strange to say, no two of them account for it in the same way. It is due to treason, says one, in the party. The defeated faction last fall have been taking revenge.

Another thinks the refusal of Congress and the Administration to repeal the Income tax has wrought this change. Still another talks of apathy, indifference and disgust generated by party strife; and last of all the charge of fraud is put in, as a matter of form, like the common courts in a lawyers declaration.

None of these reasons, it is safe to say are of much account. They are given as most excuses are, because an excuse is expected. Perhaps only this much can be safely said of the unexpected event, unexpected at least to those who formed their opinion as to what it would be from the election last fall, that the defeat was effected by the Republicans themselves. As to the reasons which moved such of them as assisted to elect Dechert over an acknowledged good Republican, we might suggest a number. The charge of corruption against the Legislature has been so general for a long time, during which the Republicans had a majority in both Houses, that many Republicans even were willing to give the Senate over to the Democracy. Both candidates were exceptionally good men, strange to say, and no damaging charges were made against either of them during the campaign. But probably a more specific reason than this operated to elect Dechert, and probably too what it was will be developed during the progress of the legislative session.

Some of the immediate results will be the election of a Democratic Speaker and Clerk, and a careful nursing of the party interests of the Democracy in the general organization of the Senate.

Questions and measures not of a partisan nature will scarcely suffer from the change. One of those is the adoption of the civil code which is, ready to be submitted. Another is the calling of a convention to revise the Constitution of the State. They are not party measures, and both are needed. The calling of a Constitutional convention has been earnestly advocated by the leading men and journals of both parties, and the people are decidedly in favor of it. If by any means it should be defeated by the Legislature that body will have a heavy reconing to settle. There are without doubt those to both parties who oppose it, and are determined to thwart the people if they can, but they should be warned now that it dare not be done, and that they cannot hope to succeed in seeming to favor it while they strive to defeat it by burdening it with unfair and complicated provisions. All that the Legislature has to do in this matter is to provide for the election of Delegates to the convention in the fairest manner possible, so that the people themselves will have the selection of Delegates wholly in their own hands, and that one party will have no advantage over the other. As to the questions upon which the convention willl deliberate when it meets the Legislature will of course have nothing to do with them.

As to the loss which the Republican party has suffered by the defeat of Lyndall, as well as the other losses in the October election, we believe that the best and only way to put an end to them is through the adoption of a new Constitution, which will make it impossible for any man to use the party for selfish and unscrupulous ends, which will make a man just as strong in the party as he is able and good, and no stronger. When that is done, we believe that the Republican party in Pennsylvania will be more powerful than ever it was before.

The Pennsylvania Fruit Growers' Society
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Summary: The society will hold its annual meeting in Chambersburg beginning on January 18th. Prominent fruit growers will read papers on aspects of cultivation. There is considerable competition each year between localities to host the conference, so it quite an honor for Chambersburg.
(Names in announcement: Dr. Suesserott)

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[No Title]
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Summary: Zion's Reformed Church held a holiday meeting last Sunday. The children of the Sunday School sang hymns and Jacon Heyser and Rev. Mr. Davis spoke on the state of the school and its mission. The paper declares it one of the most prosperous Sunday Schools in Chambersburg. The school donated $75 to aid an orphan school in a neighboring county.
(Names in announcement: Jacob Heyser, Rev. Davis, Bernard Wolff, Miss Schively)
The Odd Fellows' Visit
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Summary: A delegation of 62 members from Harrisburg Lodge No. 68, I.O.O.F., arrived in Chambersburg on Thursday to pay a visit to Columbus Lodge No. 75. Addresses and friendly greeting were exchanged. The groups also paid a visit of inspection to Chambersburg Lodge No. 175. The evening concluded with a dinner at the Washington Hotel.
(Names in announcement: M'Cauley, Stumbaugh, Snider, J. M. Gelwix)
What Those Academy Boys Did
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Summary: The students at the Chambersburg Academy made an end-of-term gift of a silver pitcher to Dr. Shumaker, a desk to Mr. McKeehan, and volumes of Whittier's prose and poetry to Mr. Bowers. Mr. Russell addressed the teachers on behalf of the class.
(Names in announcement: Russell, Dr. Shumaker, McKeehan, Bowers)
Concert at Repository Hall
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Summary: The congregation of Trinity Episcopal Church will hold a concert on Firday. The Silver Cornet Band, the Shippensburg Band, the children's church choir, Mr. Joseph T. Wright, and other local musicians will perform. Proceeds will go toward improving the church edifice.
(Names in announcement: Joseph T. Wright)
Waynesboro Items
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Summary: Rev. R. L. Dashiell will deliver his popular lecture entitled "Wanted--a Situation for a Gentleman's Son" in the M. E. Church of Waynesboro on January 10th for the benefit of the Sewing Society. Rev. Mr. Geddes of Williamsport accepted a call to serve as pastor of the Presbyterian Church of Waynesboro. Miss Susannah Holsinger of Waynesboro sold her share of the Holsinger farm to Rev. Daniel Holsinger for $8,000.
(Names in announcement: Rev. Geddes, Susannah Holsinger, Rev. Daniel Holsinger)
Origin of Article: Village Record
Duprez and Benedict's Minstrels
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Summary: Duprez and Benedict's Minstrel company, based in Philadelphia, will perform in Chambersburg on January 10th. It promises to be the best show of its kind ever.
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Summary: Franklin Deck of Letterkenny and Miss Sarah Kieffer, daughter of Jacob Kieffer of Loudon, were married on December 7th at the Parsonage in Upper Strasburg by the Rev. A. H. Sherts.
(Names in announcement: Franklin Deck, Sarah Kieffer, Jacob Kieffer, Rev. A. H. Sherts)
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Summary: Isaac Kuhn and Miss Amanda Jane Gipe, both of Letterkenny, were married on December 8th at the Parsonage in Upper Strasburg by the Rev. A. H. Sherts.
(Names in announcement: Isaac Kuhn, Amanda Jane Gipe, Rev. A. H. Sherts)
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Summary: Benjamin L. Myers of Franklin and Miss Rebecca Grove of Lancaster were married on November 29th by the Rev. H. C. Lesher.
(Names in announcement: Benjamin L. Myers, Rebecca Grove, Rev. H. C. Lesher)
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Summary: David W. Bair of Spring Run and Miss Sadie A. Shearer, daughter of Elias Shearer of Spring Garden Mill, were married in December 22nd by the Rev. William A. West.
(Names in announcement: David W. Bair, Sadie A. Shearer, Elias Shearer, Rev. William A. West)
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Summary: Jacob Lohman and Miss Susan A. Pentz, both of Quincy, were married on December 25th by the Rev. John Fohl at his residence.
(Names in announcement: Jacob Lohman, Susan A. Pentz, Rev. John Fohl)
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Summary: Franklin Hotchkiss of Connecticut and Miss Susan F. Cox, formerly of Iowa, were married on December 25th by the Rev. John Fohl at his residence in Quincy.
(Names in announcement: Franklin Hotchkiss, Susan F. Cox, Rev. John Fohl)
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Summary: John O. Ditch of Waynesboro and Miss Christiana Balsley of Shady Grove were married in the U. B. Church in Chambersburg on December 22nd by the Rev. J. Dickson.
(Names in announcement: John O. Ditch, Christiana Balsley, Rev. J. Dickson)
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Summary: John J. Hade and Miss Sarah A. West, both of St. Thomas, were married on October 20th by the Rev. F. Dyson.
(Names in announcement: John J. Hade, Sarah A. West, Rev. F. Dyson)
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Summary: George W. Salmon and Miss Rebecca M. Jiles, both of St. Thomas, were married on December 28th by the Rev. F. Dyson.
(Names in announcement: George W. Salmon, Rebecca M. Jiles, Rev. F. Dyson)
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Summary: Alonzo F. Little and Anna S. Detrich, both of Chambersburg, were married on December 20th by the Rev. F. Dyson.
(Names in announcement: Alonzo F. Little, Anna S. Detrich, Rev. F. Dyson)
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Summary: Shadrack Campbell and Miss Susan Muse, both of Franklin, were married on December 23rd by the Rev. F. Dyson.
(Names in announcement: Shadrack Campbell, Susan Muse, Rev. F. Dyson)
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Summary: Daniel W. Hess of Scotland, Franklin County, and Miss Sue A. Whitmore of Welsh Run, were married in Greencastle on December 20th by the Rev. M. Keiffer.
(Names in announcement: Daniel W. Hess, Sue A. Whitmore, Rev. M. Keiffer)
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Summary: Thomas J. McNeal, formerly of Franklin, died in Williamsport, Maryland, on December 16th. He was 44 years old.
(Names in announcement: Thomas J. McNeal)
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Summary: John R. Yockey died at Stoufferstown of pneumonia on December 6th. He was 57 years old. A poem of mouning accompanies the notice.
(Names in announcement: John R. Yockey)

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