Wednesday, July 10, 1878 In Memoriam---John N. Means, son of William and C.A. Means, died at his residence June 16th, aged 37 years, 11 months and 9 days. Ever since the war he was a constant sufferer, but no impatience ever possessed him. It was no part of his character to complain. With all his weakness of body, he was active in laboring for the public good. Along with his father, he served as elder in the Clover Hill Church. He was deeply interested in schools, both for the public and for the church. For several years he was a member of the Board of Trustees of Maryville College, and he never failed to attend any of its meetings when his health would allow him. No man of the same acquaintance had more warm friends and admirers. He was a noble example of a true Christian and a loyal citizen. He has left behind a wife and children whom we all love, and for whom we have the deepest sympathy in this time of their sore bereavement. G.S.W.C. The following lines have been composed by a lady, a neighbor of the late Mr. Means, which the friends of the deceased request to be published: Quietly we laid thee down to sleep In thy cold and narrow bed, Where zephyrs their lone vigils keep O'er the place where sleeps the dead. We only placed the body there--- Thy spirit soared away To worlds beyond, more bright and fair, Where reigns eternal day. But oh! Twas hard to give thee up To death's cold, chilling hand; But the pitying angel led thee up To greet the sacrificed Lamb. Husband and father, brother and son. We give thee up to thy Father, God, To wear the crown thou here hast won As we lay the body to rest 'neath the sod. Thou sufferer's long while with us here With meek and Christian grace, Until the Savior called thee there To that sweet resting place. The aged parents mourned the son, Yet gave thee up to death's cold hand. Their first born pride and hope To join the blessed angel band. When round the family board we meet, As thou so oft hast done, We'll view with pain the vacant seat Of thine, dear blessed one. But oh! We would not call thee back, Although we miss theee here, We'll follow on in death's cold track And try to meet thee there. Thy loved companion, children dear, Parents and sisters, will try To live in this world of sorrow here So as to meet thee beyond the sky. Oh, may we put our trust in Him Who was thine own true guide, Who led thee through the valley dim, Safe to the other side. And may we ever try to live So when with life we're done, We'll join the band, the crown receive, And dwell with thee at home. S. Capt. F.D. Fulkerson informs us that the barn of Mr. Jesse Kerr, at Morganton, Loudon County, was struck by lightning last Sunday. The building took fire, and with the contents was destroyed. A steer and hog were killed, and as his grain was stored in the barn, the loss was considerable. Being away with his team, that was saved. A Sad Death---We learn that a sad accident occurred on Friday last in the neighborhood of Friendsville. Alexander, a little son of Ruffin Phelps, about 6 years old, in company with some other children, while playing around attempted to climb a sapling. Catching a limb which proved to be dead, it broke, and he fell on a small stump or snag, which entered his body and let out his bowels. The poor boy lingered in great agony until Saturday night, when he died. Harrison Badgett, arrested on suspicion of wife murder, has been released. The Coroner's Jury were of the opinion that his wife committed suicide, as no evidence of violence was found on her body, and the verdict was that she came to her death bt drowning. Wednesday, July 17, 1878 Obituary Notice---Died in Maryville, Tenn., July 11th, 1878, at the residence of Mr. And Mrs. William M. Hood, Samuel, only son of Jennie Kidd, aged 15 years, 7 months and 18 days. The deceased had been sick but a few days previous to his death, and died very suddenly. His friends were not looking for the cold hand of death to fall upon him when it did; yet, the ways of God are mysterious, and in the midst of life we are in death. Just in the bloom of youth, just in the morning of life, he was called to meet his Creator. About 14 months ago he professed faith in Christ, was Baptized and became a member of the Second Presbyterian Church, and since then has been an exemplary Christian. It seemed as if though his daily inclinations were to live for God. He was a living example for those who knew him to live by. And while the widowed mother is left to mourn the loss of her only son, may she submit to the ways of the Lord and say as others have said, "Thy will be done, Oh God." And I say to you as Elisha said to the widowed mother who had lost her only son, "Thy son liveth again." Weep not dear mother for thy only son, His joys now have just begun; Weep not then for thy loving one, For he his mortal race has run. He has been thy joy in sorrow; Thou hast longed for him to come, But he'll return no more tomorrow, He has anchored safe at home. Thou hadst fixed thy hopes upon him, When thy after years should come, But the Lord saw fit to call him--- Call the weary sufferer home. Weep not then dear mother for him, He can never come to thee, But in purity thou shalt see him, Join the everlasting day. Then weep not for thy only son, His sorrows, sufferings all are done. Prepare to meet him in that land Where you'll receive a welcome hand. R.E. McT. Mr. John H. Headrick was waylaid last week, and received a flesh wound in the shoulder from a shot-gun. This occurred on Ellejoy Creek, and several of the Norton's, who were suspected of the shooting were arrested and brought before Justice Garner last Monday, and two of them were bound over in the sum of $1,000. An old feud is said to have existed between them. An accident happened to Henry Scruggs while working at a well with Ben Owens, on the place of N.B. Ellis, two miles west of this place. After blasting, and before the smoke had cleared away, Scruggs went into the well. He found himself suffocating, and signaled to be pulled up, and just as he was pulled out, fell over insensible. He remained as dead for some time, but is now around again. A Foul Murder---Last Friday, about a mile south of the old Best Mill, now owned by A.M. Wells, and near the house of one Samuel Hall, a foul murder occurred. From the Coroner, H.O. Wilson, and others, we get the following: John Lakey, Samuel Hall and two young men had been drinking and carousing, and were pretty well under the influence of strong drink, especially Lakey. No feud or quarrel seems to have existed, but a little before, Lakey and Hall were loud in professions of friendship. Lakey was sick, and while throwing up, Hall was holding up his head. When he got through however, he pulled out a pistol, and shot Hall in the forehead, firing two more shots into the air. This was at 7 P.M. Hall died at 3 o'clock next morning. The two young men present at the time, who witnessed the deed, attempted to escape. Lakey overtook them, and threatened to kill them unless they agreed to swear as he told them. He also offered them $25 apiece as a reward, and said they must stay with him, that night. They promised if he would throw away his pistol to do as required, and one went with him but the other escaped and told the circumstances. Lakey had shot twice in the air and wanted the boys to swear that Hall had shot at him twice before he himself shot, and others hearing the three shots, but not seeing who shot them, could not contradict the statement. Nothing but pure drunken deviltry seems to have induced the crime. Lakey has been arrested and is now in jail. His trial comes off Saturday. Wednesday, July 24, 1878 The case of John Lakey, murderer of Samuel Hall, came up Saturday, and Lakey waived examination, was sent to jail to await trial. We regret to chronicle the death of another young lady known to many of our readers. Miss. Eugenia B. Roberson, in the 16th year of her age, fell asleep last Thursday night, at Jasper, Marion County, at 11 o'clock P.M. She had been in feeble health for some time, and was hardly expected to dwell long upon Earth, but yet her friends were not prepared to receive the sad intelligence so soon. The family had left Maryville only a few days before, and were on their way to their old home in Sequatchie Valley. They stopped with relatives in Jasper, and there Miss. Eugenia's death took from the parents their only child. A host of friends in Maryville mourn her departure, and extend to the bereaved parents their heartfelt sympathies. Died, of typhoid fever, on last Monday night, at her father's residence near Carpenter's Campground, Blount County, Miss. Sarah U. Moore. With a strong faith in her Savior she quietly fell asleep. The deceased was an earnest laborer in the Sabbath School and prayer meeting. She leaves a large circle of friends to mourn her loss. Died near Miser's Station, Blount County, Tenn., July 8th, 1878, Alexander Phanoyah, youngest son of R.A. and Calidona Phelps, aged 5 years, 9 months and 8 days. The subject of this notice is truly one of great sympathy. Fifty-six hours before his death he was enjoying himself, climbing a small sapling, when suddenly he was thrown to the ground by the breaking of a limb that he was standing on, falling upon a sharp snag which entered his bowels on the left side, after which he walked a distance of 150 or 200 yards, holding his bowels that had protruded through the wound. Medical aid being procured, his bowels were replaced and the wound dressed, and for a time he seemed to do well. But, alas! The moment came when the almost heart-broken parents had to bid their beloved child farewell for a little season, which has almost taken the life of the mother. I would say to the bereaved parents, weep no longer for your dear child, for he has gone home to Jesus, who can take better care of him than earthly parents. I heard him utter his last words, which were, "My Heavenly Father, come, oh, come!" A rose may bud and bloom today, With love and virgin beauty crowned; But ere tomorrow's sun is set, 'Tis fairly crushed and broken down. The present may be calm and clear, No chilling frost, no cloud be near, But ere another day shall come A raging storm may gather in. Almight God protect those left, And guide them in the narrow path, That when the tolls of life are o'er, We all shall meet on Canaan's shore. N.T. Krous, M.D. Wednesday, July 31, 1878 A tragically affray took place at Nashville on Wednesday of last week whereby two men, Samuel H. Hicks and Jones Baxter were killed. The evening before, at a meeting of the "Independents," Hicks had made remarks defamatory of Judge Baxter, the father of Jones Baxter, and on meeting the sons of Judge Baxter the next morning a collision took place, resulting as above stated. Minnie Warren, a well known dwarf, died on the 23rd inst., at Fall River, Miss. Wednesday, August 7, 1878 Anderson, the liquor seller, has removed his kennel to a back building owned by L.L. Ferrary. Of course an employment that loves darkness rather than light, practicing its deeds behind interposed screens and closed doors, will find this situation more consonant with its own gloominess. As to Ferrary, who for "twenty pieces of silver" thus devotes his property to the service of the prince of darkness, we had hoped better things of him. His recent incarceration ought to have taught him that the way of the transgressor is hard--that sin is certain to find men out sooner or later. This looks like a very serious step backward for him--the beginning of a return to paths that lead down to ruin. It is to be said of him, as it is written: "The dog is turned to his vomit, and the sow that was washed to her wallowing in the mire?" Don't trifle with conscience, and known duty, friend. Wednesday, August 14, 1878 The murder of the Revenue Officer, Mr. John Cooper, by Hut Amerine and his crew adds another to the crimes instigated by the liquor business of this county. Only evil, and that continually can, result from this cursed traffic. It is remarkable, too, that the men who speak lightly of this foul murder, or in any way extenuate it, are men who love liquor. Liquor drinking deadens the conscience and makes men insensible to the obligations of good citizens and to the true nature of crime. Mr. Cooper was engaged in the performance of his official duties, as his father's deputy. The murderers are outlaws, and as such are enemies to the good order and peace of society. They have inflicted a life-long sorrow upon the wife and children, the father and brothers of the murdered man. Can any good citizen fail to execrate the crime or fail to co-operate in bringing the murderers to speedy punishment? Died, near Friendsville, on the 12th inst., Harriet Dunlap, wife of Henry Dunlap. Last Saturday as the train was returning from Knoxville, passing the farm of Mr. Marsh French, about a mile beyond Little River Bridge, Mr. French was driving a mule team in the road which runs alongside of the railroad. The mules took fright and ran at a rapid rate for some distance when Mr. French was thrown violently, head foremost, against the fence at the side of the road, cutting two severe gashes on the head, one just below the right eye, and several other wounds on the face, while the right shoulder was badly bruised. The train stopped, and Dr. Park being on board, gave the wounded man the necessary surgical attention. It was almost a miracle that he escaped with his life. W. Written In Memory of Father McCully By M.M.Y. As die the embers on the hearth And o'er the floor the shadows fall, And creeps the chirping cricket forth. And ticks the death-watch on the wall, I see a form on yonder chair That grows beneath the waning light--- There are the wan, sad features there, The pallid brow and locks of white. Oh, father, when they laid thee down, And heaped the clay upon thy breast, And left thee sleeping all alone Upon thy narrow couch at rest, I know not why I had to part With one that I have loved so dearly, But death will separate us all: That is plainly seen and clearly. But when I saw thy vacant chair, Thine idle hat upon the wall, The book, the penciled passage, where Thine eye had rested last of all, The tree beneath whose friendly shade Thy trembling feet had wandered forth, The very prints those feet had made When last they feebly trod the earth. I thought, while countless ages fled Thy vacant chair would vacant stand, Unworn thy hat, thy book unread, Effaced thy footsteps from the strand, And the widow in this cheerless world, The heart that gave its love to thee, Torn like the vine whose tendrils curled More closely to the falling tree. Oh, father, then, for her and thee, Gushed madly forth the scalding tears, And oft and long and bitterly These tears have gushed in later years, For as the world grows cold around And things assume their real hue, 'Tis sad to find that love is found Alone above the stars with you. The Revenue Raids---A posse of four Revenue officials left Knoxville Tuesday night of last week and were joined by Deputy Marshall Pate of Maryville and one other to make a raid upon the distillery of Hut Amerine, of this county. They reached his premises about daybreak Thursday morning. The distillery, however, was strongly guarded, and a fight ensued. J.B. Snyder, one of the revenue men, received a shot, the ball taking effect in his left hand and coming out near the elbow. The revenue squad seeing that the chances were against them, retired, and Snyder went home on the Maryville train. Another and stronger posse was sent after the moonshiners, under William and John Cooper. The result we clip from the Chronicle. "On arriving in the vicinity of Amerine's distillery about daybreak Friday morning, the posse of officials under the command of Deputy Collector W.R. Cooper divided into four squads, and were sent around to four points commanding a view of the still house, which was situated down in Miller's Cove. They soon discovered that the distillery was deserted and the still hid away, and stationed themselves around in a reconnoitering attitude for the purpose of capturing the violators, if possible. Deputy John Cooper, with Lea Lewis and Frank DeArmond, had gained entrance to the yard of the distillery, while the others were at their different stations. It was now after sunrise, about 6 o'clock, perhaps, when from a point on the side of the hill near by John Cooper and his squad heard three parties calling for them to throw up their hand and surrender. They at first thought it was some of their own men, but almost immediately the violators, who were discovered to be Hut Amerine, Ad Wilson and Fletch Emmett, opened fire. The entire volley was evidently aimed at John Cooper, and there are different theories advanced to explain that. Some think that Amerine and his men thought he was a man named Davis, who resembled him somewhat, and had been blowing on them. Another theory is that they had ascertained that he was a Cooper, although John had never been in that locality before, and it is known that those fellows have sworn vengeance on all the Coopers. It seems that three shots struck John, or at least the first went through his hat. The next struck his left arm near the wrist and ranging upwards shattered the arm in a frightful manner. At this time he had moved from his first position and was rather squatted behind a sapling, trying to get a bead on the fellows with his gun. The same shot which struck his arm, he being in a reclining position, scapped out a small gash in his left thigh. The next shot did the work, however. That took effect in the soft part of his abdomen, just below the ribs, and ranging down, coming out near the spinal column, almost severing it. This was a very large sized rifle ball, and from the best information that could be obtained, this came from Wilson's gun. The other ball was a smaller one, and it is supposed was fired by Amerine himself. John was heard to exclaim "I'm shot!" and dropping his gun started to run up the hollow, but fell exhausted after going 40 or 50 yards. His brother Will, who was only fifteen steps off at the time discovered his situation and came to John, giving him some water from the branch at his request. The bushwhackers after firing took to the bushes at once, and were followed some distance by part of the force, but their whereabouts could not be discovered. John was then cared for and taken to the house of Mr. Webb, who is the nearest neighbor, and in a very short distance of Amerine's dwelling house. John told his brother that he was shot fatally, but he was prepared, and had no fears of death." Dr. Blankenship, of Maryville, went over to attend to the wounded man, and arrived at about 12 o'clock Friday. But the wound was such that the patient could not recover, and, as the Dr. tells us, reaction did not set in. Dr. Boynton, of Knoxville, was also summoned to his relief, but everything had been done that could aid the wounded man, and he could do nothing further to prevent the approach of death, which came at 11 o'clock Friday night. Another strong posse was sent after Amerine and his followers, but we believe all have returned to Knoxville, having despaired of finding the villains. A reward of $300 is offered for the arrest and delivery of Hutsell Amerine, Adam Wilson and Fletcher Emmett, the murderers of John Cooper, or $100 for either of them. The reward is offered by Joseph A. Cooper and his two sons. We understand that an additional reward will be offered by the Government, and probably by Gov. Porter also. It is hoped that these rewards will have the desired effect, and that the notorious Hut and his associates will be brought to justice. We are sorry that some of our whisky men sympathize with the murderers, but all good citizens of Blount unite in condemning the foul deed. The revenue law is a law, and should be enforced, and John Cooper was engaged in a noble work in trying to arrest the illicit distillers. But how much better it would be if this would be succeeded by entire prohibition of the accursed stuff. Since writing the above we learn that Gov. Porter has offered a reward of $200 for each of the three murderers. Wednesday, August 21, 1878 At Edgefield, S.C., August 13th, a difficulty, growing out of an old family feud resulted in the killing of three men, Booker Toney, Thomas and James Booth, and the wounding of seven others who were drawn into the fight. One afterwards died. Welcel, who was shot at Strawberry Plains recently by one Shrewsberry, died last Thursday. B.F. Payne, a black-smith of Madisonville, charged with the murder of Jack Taylor, was last week taken to Knox Co., jail to await the decision of the Supreme Court, to which he appealed. Near Parrottsville, Cocke County, on Saturday, August 3rd, R.C. Easterly and Miss. E. Easterly, were married at the residence of Isaac Easterly, by the Rev. J.P. Easterly, in the presence of thirty guests all by the name of Easterly. --Morristown Gazette. The preliminary trial of John Davis for the killing of Capt. John McCoy at Greeneville Friday, was concluded Tuesday evening before Justices Gass and Culver. The investigation made out a very bad case against the prisoner, who was refused bond and committed to jail to await trial for murder at the October term of Circuit Court for Greene County. ---Tribune. Death---Mrs. Elizabeth Davies, wife of J.R. Davies, died quite unexpectedly July 16th, 1878, in the 50th year of her age. We are losing our oldest settlers and the best members of society here. Mrs. Davies was considered by all one of the most exemplary Christians in our community, and a faithful member of the Welsh Calvanistic Church in Palmyra, Ohio. On the 17th her remains were taken to the graveyard of the Congregational Church. The funeral was well attended. There is much sympathy for Mr. Davies the respected husband of the departed, upon the occasion of her sudden death. ---Republican Democrat, Ravenna, Ohio. The deceased was a sister of Mrs. Mary J. Jones, of Maryville. Two of our citizens went on a trip to the mountains last week, amd met Hut Amerine, as we learn, in Swain County, N.C. They breakfasted with that gentleman, and seem to have been so affected by his fearful presence that they got lost, missed their reckoning, and were surprised when they got home at seeing the loafers "dressed up in their Sunday clothes on Saturday." Kind of Rip Van Winklish, wasn't it? Fletcher Emmett, one of the three charged with murdering John Cooper, was brought into town last Friday. He was pursued by our efficient Deputy Sheriffs, A.M. Rule and W.W. Freshour, and Constable Eli Caylor, and was arrested eighteen miles south of Jonesboro last Wednesday, after five days pursuit. These gentlemen deserve the thanks of all law-abiding people for this service. It took no little bravery and skill to thus follow and overtake such a man. Emmett's trial was set for yesterday, but he waived examination and was bound over to next term of the court. We regret to learn that Mr. Jefferson George lost a child yesterday. Henry N. Miller Again---We see that the named gentleman, who figured so conspicuously at Maryville some time back, as a buyer of land for a colony of Friends, has been furnished a position in the penitentiary ranks for a term of nine years, the charge being grand larceny. He received his commission at the last term of the Dandridge Court. Before leaving he wrote an article, which was handed to the True Republican for publication, entitled, "The Hope of the Prisoner" in which he says that it is hard that he is forced to lose his liberty for 9 long years, but he intends to become a better man, and when he does regain his liberty he will be proof against such temptations as that of which he is the sad victim. We are glad that he is brought to justice, but hope he will stick to his good intentions, and that his imprisonment may be a means of reformation. In response to a request from Gen. Joseph A. Cooper, the following description of the parties who murdered Capt. John Cooper on the 9th inst., was received: Gen. J.A. Cooper---Dear Sir: The following are about as full descriptions as I can give of Amerine, Wilson and Emmett at this date. I am not acquainted with Emmett, and can't find anyone now who can describe him with anything like full accuracy. Hut Amerine is about 40 years of age, about 5 feet 10 inches high, weighs about 160 or 170 pounds, fair complexion, dark hair, dark eyes--perhaps brown---short, thick neck, round shoulders, carries his face a little in advance of his body, his speech is rapid and short, while talking he gazes hard at the person to whom he is talking, his motions are generally quick, yet deliberate. Add Wilson is about 35 years of age, is about 5 feet 10 inches high; weighs about 180 pounds; fair complexion, light brown hair, thin on head, inclined to baldness; blue eyes; inclined to corpulence; body erect. He has a curious mark, being a small teat about three-quarters of an inch long on the face near the right ear. Fletcher Emmett is about 30 years of age, about 5 feet 6 inches high, fair complexion, red or sandy hair and beard, blue or gray eyes, and a short, thick body. These are as full descriptions as I can give now. Wednesday, August 28, 1878 A man named Beal was being conducted to jail for outraging a woman named Martin, near Rossville, when a mob seized and hung him. The Morristown Gazette learns that Looney McDaniel, an aged and prominent citizen of Mossy Creek, fell from his porch last Sunday and broke his neck in the fall. We have no particulars. Another serious accident resulting from the careless use of a firearms occurred at Warm Springs a few days since, in which Mr. Cline, a young gentleman from Vicksburg, Miss., lost a hand and a portion of the left shoulder from a gunshot. The wound, it is thought, will prove fatal. ---Knoxville Tribune. Charley Weiser, a German of East Knoxville, being arrested and fined, and his wife refusing to go on his bond, shot himself with a shot gun, shattering his chin and jaw bones. The physicians said it was dangerous but not necessarily a fatal wound. Rev. R.E. Tedford, father-in-law of Prof. T.J. Lamar, left this world for a better last Friday, leaving a host of friends to mourn the loss of one of our oldest and most beloved citizens. He had been in very feeble health for some time before his death, and his friends feel reconciled to his death, believing that he now enjoys a Heavenly home. Our young friend and former typo Mr. Will G. McNelly, is now working at his trade in Cartersville, Ga. The Express of that town conatins the following notice: "Will McNelley, a hand in this office, only sixteen years old, set an average of 1,000 ems per hour, of Bourgeois type, for eleven hours yesterday. If there is a boy of his age in the State who can beat this, by all means trot him out." That's right Will, show those Georgia fellows what a Blount County boy can do. Cupid is not to be prevented by "hard times" from sending forth an arrow once in awhile. Last Monday, at Clover Hill, as a result of his diligence, Mr. Hawkins Howard led to the altar Miss. Elizabeth Kinnick. May their bark glide smoothly. A reporter of the Knoxville Chronicle, Mr. G.H. Bomar, tells of an interview which he had with Hut Amerine, near Mt. Nebo. The reporter was piloted by one of the mountaineers to Hut's lair. Hut having previously expressed a willingness to be interviewed. Hut says he can prove an alibi. He sent a letter to Gov. Porter, requesting the withdrawal of the reward for him, and affirming his innocence, and also sent the following note to Gen. Cooper: Blount County, Aug. 20, 1878. Gen. Joseph A. Cooper, Collector, and George Andrews, District Attorney: "Sirs: I write to offer my sincere regrets for the death of John Cooper, and to assure you that I am entirely innocent of any complicity with his death, and can make such proof if allowed to do so. I now make the following proposition in good faith: If the Government will not press the indictments against me for past violations of the revenue law, I will surrender myself and stand trial for the alleged crime; furthermore, I promise to hereafter conduct myself as a law-abiding citizen of the United States in all respects. Hutsell Amerine." Commissioner Raum has offered an additional reward of $200, so that now $500 is the reward for each of the murderers, Hut Amerine and Ad Wilson. We learn that one Dan Nelson, having filled himself with liquid fire, yesterday afternoon was racing along the road in a drunken state, when he was thrown from his horse near the widow Everett's house, about two miles from Maryville. His nose was considerablr mashed, and he was stunned, and the report came that he was killed. This, however, was not true. Recovering somewhat, he got on his horse and rode home, and when Dr. Cates arrived he was cursing and swearing, and evidently more hurt by liquor than the fall. It may be that the jar may prove more serious than at first supposed, and that he has received internal injuries, but as yet we think no serious fears are entertained. We regret to learn that Mr. James Frow, an old and respected citizen of Blount County, departed this life Aug. 12, 1878. He was born Dec. 15, 1802. The Circuit Court is now in session, and we will not attempt to give a report of the proceedings until our next. The case of Fletcher Emmett for the murder of John Cooper, was continued, also that of John Lakey for the murder of Sam Hall. John C. McCarter, Sheriff of Franklin County, Georgia, was here with a son of Mr. Crump, to see about that W.C. Jackson case. But Jackson evidently thought best to keep out of their way, and his bond was declared forfeited. Mr. McCarter looks well and hearty. He started back today. Obituary---Died at the Craighead House in Jasper, Marion County, Tenn., on Thursday, July 18th, Eugenia B. Roberson, aged 15 years, 9 months and 18days. For some time prior to her removal from Maryville, she was confined to her room, and much of the time to her bed. It was in the hope that a change of air and surroundings would prove beneficial to her that induced her parents to take her to her former home; but her system was so weakened by disease that she was unable to proceed further than Jasper. Her last moments were peaceful and happy, and she passed away from earth to bloom afresh in her Father's Kingdom. During her sickness she exhibited a firm reliance in the promise of Christ, and was submissive to His will. Joining New Providence Church during the revival conducted by Mr. Bachman, she lived a consistent Christian life, and for one so young seemed in an unusual degree to realize her own weakness and her need of a Savior, and had frequently expressed a desire to friends to fo something for Him who had done so much for her. Being the only child, the bereavement is a crushing blow to her fond parents, who lived but for their darling child. But God has taken her to Himself for his eternal gail and his glory. Eugenia was a regular attendant in her Sabbath School class, and always interested in the study of the Scripture. She has gone to join her classmate who proceded her but a few days, to enjoy forever the presence of her Savior, and to mingle her voice with the redeemed in singing the "Song of Moses and the Lamb." Her parents have the sympathy of friends here, who can only committ them to the care of Him who says, "Come unto me all ye that are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest." Wednesday, September 4, 1878 John Davis, charged with killing Capt. John McCoy of Greenville, has been granted bail of $5,000. Near Mt. Horeb, Jefferson Co., we learn that M.M. Lester seriously wounded the head of Russell Walker. Lester fled. Mrs. Sarah E. Gault departed this life at Montvale Springs, Sept. 1st, at 2 o'clock. The deceased was the wife of Dr. S.H. Gault, formerly of this place, and now residing at Louisville. He has our heartfelt sympathies in his loss. We learn that Andrew A. Coulter, of the 14th district, was bitten just below the ankle bone last Wednesday by a spotted viper. He suffered severely but at last accounts was doing well. We are informed that, last week, Mr. Cummings' store at Louisville was entered, and found open in the morning, but the only loss discovered was that of a water-melon. The Circuit Court---Hon. James Sevier presided at the last term of the Circuit Court at Maryville. The officers of the court speak in hugh praise of the able and impartial manner in which he held the scales of justice. There was only one jury case, and that was the case of the State vs. James Tate, who was convicted of horse-stealing and sent to the penitentiary for seven years. Wednesday, September 11, 1878 A man, says the Valley Herald, by the name of Bob Haley, stabbed a tramping varnisher at Ladd's saloon, in Hamburg, last Saturday evening, cutting him across the breast and in the side. Whisky the cause. Haley made his escape, but was arrested at church that night, and Saturday, while being guarded, he made his escape. White, the man cut, is doing well. George Howell, the colored boy who murdered Joseph Martin, was hanged at Greeneville, last Monday, in the presence of 3,000 witnesses. Sandy Dyer, a colored man, in Monroe County, Aug. 30th, was shot through a crack in his cabin and killed. D.S. Smith has been arrested on strong suspicion. The Cleveland Herald learns that Pryor Holt, son of the Sheriff of Meigs County, while playing baseball was accidentally run against by another boy and received internal injuries, resulting in death. From the East Tennessean, Sept. 5th, we learn that Ben Williams, a little boy, ten years old, last week, at Kingston, fell back headlong from a ladder 10 or 15 feet high, striking his head upon a brick. His skull is broken and his condition is critical. Henry Thompson, who has served for a long time as overseer of our street brigade, last Tuesday night went home drunk, and fell backwards from a high porch some 8 or 10 feet high. He fell on his back, hitting himself between the shoulders, and injuring his spinal cord, so that his whole body bellow the arms is paralyzed. He was at first, as he expressed it, "dead all except his head," but he has regained the use of his arms. Dr. Blankenship has been attending him, and says that he may possibly recover, but the probability is, that the injury will result in his death. Oh! When shall this liquor traffic cease it's murderous work. We learn from the Morristown Gazette that Rev. Dr. D.M. Breaker, well known about Maryville as a Baptist minister, has been convicted of the seduction of a young lady in his circuit, which includes Chattanooga and that section of country, by his own letters and the dying confession of the girl.