grave import

Obituary

A general gloom spread over our city on Saturday last, as the news of the sad occurrence was confirmed, of the violent death of one of our young and most promising fellow-citizens. Frederick H. Snow is no more. His tall and manly form lies mouldering in the grave. Less than one week since, he seemed the centre of attraction, to a large class of young men in this city; but now he sleeps the sleep of death. He took passage on the stage at this place for Peoria on last Friday, on a visit to spend the New Year with his friends at Niles, Michigan. At ten o'clock that night, when within a mile or two of Monmouth, the stage upset, and it is supposed his foot became entangled in the "boot" as he went over, throwing him immediately under the heavy coach as it fell. He was the only passenger, and was sitting outside with the driver. The latter was stunned by the fall. When he came to, he found the stage had become uncoupled and the wheel horses turned short round against a fence. The leaders had got loose and were gone. He dragged the mail bags our of the stage, and taking the two horses, he directed his steps towards town, supposing all the while that Snow had gone on before him. When he arrived he made enquiries for his passenger, but, alas! he was not there! It immediately occurred to him that he might be under the coach. After suggesting this fearful thought to some of the citizens, quite a number accompanied him immediately to the scene of the awful tragedy. Young Snow was found under the coach, and from appearences, it was supposed he must have been instantaneously killed by the fall. His skull was fractured and his breast bone broken in. He was a young man of rare business attainments, gentle manly in his deportment, possessing such suavity of manners as at once to win the confidence of his associates. The funeral obsequies on Monday were solemn and interesting. They were performed at the Congregational Church. The discourse was delivered by Rev. W. Salter, from the text, "Prepare to meet thy God." Although brief, it was appropriate. The exercises were conducted by Rev's messts Dennis, Shinn and Johnson. The tolling of the bell and the large procession was also quite impressive. Mr. S. was engage in the wholesale grocery and commission house of Messes Foote & Co. The large family connected with this firm, appeared as chief mourners. Snow was about 24 years old, and was from the city of Boston, where a brother of his now resides.

The deceased was a native of Boston, where he has a brother residing, and was about 24 years of age at the time of his death. We believe it is not known whether he has other relatives or not. The last four or five years of his life have been spent in the West-principally in Niles, Michigan. He came to this city in April last, and started on his recent and fatal trip with the view of making arrangements for a permanent settlement among us. Our opportunities of intercourse with the deceased were frequent; we knew him well, and a nobler spirit or more admirable man we have felt a melancholy pleasure in bearing this humble tribute to his memory. Peace to his ashes!