The TALENT NEWS is published the 1st. and 15th. of each month.
Entered at the Talent Post Office as second
DEATH OF B. C. GODDARD.
B. C. Goddard, who was living alone at his place on Wagner creek, was suddenly stricken down with paralysis while milking early in the morning of the 3rd inst. He crawled to the house, a distance of a few yards, where, about four hours later he was found lying on the porch by a sewing machine agent who at once went for assistance. Dr. Geary was summoned but he had little hope from the first. For about two days he suffered greatly, then sank gradually into a comatose condition from which it was difficult to rouse him, and died at 9 P.M. on the following Wednesday. The burial took place at the Wagner creek cemetery last Friday, attended by a large number of relatives and friends. The following brief address was read by W. J. Dean at the grave:--
Again the fell destroyer, Death, has taken from us a valued citizen. Again we are brought to face with "the great mystery that shrouds this world."
Death, terrible death, with mystery is rife,We are gathered here to pay the last tributes of respect to one who has ever been held in highest esteem by all who knew him. I need not dwell at length upon the worth and virtues of the departed. He was known too well to render this necessary. As a kind husband and father, as a generous and obliging neighbor and exemplary citizen he will long be remembered. He was a man of great rectitude of character. Strictly honest in all his dealing, it was difficult for him to imagine from whence arises the impulse to pursue a uniform opposite course. While he could forget and forgive forgive occasional deviation from the rule of right,
he had little patience with persistent evil doers, who make no effort to reform.
Although born of Christian parents, the deceased has ever been an ultra-unbeliever in the Christian or any other religion, but has been from his youth a materialist. He was a full believer in evolution -- that, however slow the process may be, the world is not only growing wiser but better.
He believed that religion -- which to him was synonymous with superstition --has ever been a drawback to human progress and that by the decadence of religion -- for he looked upon it as declining -- may be largely measured the advancement of the race. He could hardly be called an agnostic of the Huxley type for he was a radical unbeliever in another state of existence. To him there was ample evidence against, and little in favor of, a conscious existence beyond this life. He has often been heard to remark, in substance, that all there is of us -- moral, mental and physical -- begins and ends in this world. To many, such views would seem cold and cheerless, but with those who hold them they form the basis of the highest ideals of humanity.
Possessed of a remarkably retentive memory and being a great reader, the deceased was a man of unusual intelligence.
His accurate knowledge of history, ancient and modern, has often been a surprise to me. Having had also, a varied experience in many lines of business and being a great observer of men and things and, withal, a careful and logical reasoner, the judgement of "Squire Goddard," as he was often called, in matters of interest
to individuals or to the community, was often sought after and generally considered as unasailable.
Blin C. Goddard, the subject of this memoir, was born in Chensago county, New York, May 25th 1822, having therefore, passed the three-score-and-ten milestone of life. His father. James Goddard, was a soldier and quarter-master in the war of 1812. It is worthy of note that the steelyards that he used in weighing
out rations to the soldiers in that war have descended as an heirloom to the deceased and have ever since been kept as an interesting relic in his family. The deceased left his paternal home at the age of sixteen and made his way to the then "out west" state of Missouri.
He was married to Demaris McClain in 1844 and twenty years after crossed the plains with his family, to Jackson county, Oregon, and located near Phoenix. In 1866 he purchased the farm on Wagner creek where he resided the remainder of his life. Being an excellent carpenter he followed that trade for the most part until about 15 years ago. In Missouri he was justice of the peace for several years where he acquired the sobriquet of "Squire," and was for four years assessor in this county, in which official capacity he gave the highest satisfaction.
Two sons, Hendrick and Reno, and two daughters, Mrs. M. H. Coleman and Mrs. W. J. Dean, survive him, and who, together with all who knew him, will ever cherish his memory.
There is no doubt but that the well known military reputation of Col. Robt. A. Miller interfered with his securing the Turkish mission. The president well knew the colonel's warlike disposition.
He remembered that the mussulmen have a hankering for foreign military persons as commanders in their own armies. He reasoned wisely that the soldier spirit of the colonel would at once ignite their inflamable admiration and within a few weeks at farthest the U. S. ministerial chambers at Constantinople would be deserted, and the country's representative as Miller Pasha, or Pasha Miller, would be at the head of a horde of bloodthirsty Turks and all Europe would be-scrambling pell-mell for a place of safety.
This explains why the colonel came back. to Oregon, where soldiers can do no harm. -- Corvallis Times.
The wedding of the Duke of York and Princess May last month was a gilt-edge affair, all London turning out in a general parade in honor of the event. You see, that boy duke -- or royal dude -- is a big Injun. Bye and bye when grandma Victoria gets too old to queen it over Great Britain, this young scion of royalty and remote heir to the throne may waltz in and take the regal chair and be worshipped as the ruler of the proud and mighty British nation. His dissipated father, the Prince of Wales, can hardly be counted in, for the snakes in his boots are likely to snatch his highness into his royal tomb before the old lady gives up her lucrative job. Several cartloads of presents were dumped into the lap of the fair bride at her wedding, her mother alone presenting her a few keep sakes in the shape of gems and jewelry to the amount of $1,250,000. A pair of angels from the golden shore could not command greater homage from religious worshippers than did those two young persons from their future subjects.
Varily, when it comes to toadying to royalty, these English people are the biggest fools in the world -- except Americans.
We paid a visit to the Beeson mountain ranch, on Antelope creek a few days ago and were somewhat surprised to find that the "mountain ranch" is in reality a fine farm. The soil for the most part is a deep black loam, not excelled and perhaps not equalled in fertility by any of the river bottom soil in this valley. About 12 acres are in timothy which yields immensely. There is also a field of grain sown on the 25th of April which would yield perhaps 40 bushels to the acre but it will be cut for hay. Several hundred acres are inclosed most of which is used for pasture. The outlying stock range would seem to the general view to be thickly covered with timber and under-brush but there are numerous openings or glades which afford excellent pasturage. One of the most attractive features of the place is a mountain spring of almost ice-cold water which is conveyed in pipes to the house. "Emmette and Lizzie," as they are familiarly known, are young and blessed with an abundance of energy and it will not likely be many years before they can laugh at the hard times. But we should mention "Baby Earl." In fact he is one of the chief features of the household. He is an exceptionally bright little fellow and unlike most babies never cries for fun. Emmette totes him around with an ease and grace that would do credit to one who had had 20 years experience in the business.
The only objection to this mountain home is its isolation, but there would seem to be enough advantages to more than compensate for this. We returned by the way of Muller's sawmill where we saw as fine a lot of fir and yellow-pine lumber as can be found in the county.
The mill is doing a thriving, business. By the way the people. about the mill have been more or less mourning for a "lost soul" that seems to have been cast away in that vicinity of late. But the "soul'' is found. We are sure of this for we saw it hanging on a bush with a caid pinned above on which was written:
"LOST SOUL."We presume the owner can have the same by proving property and paying charges of posting. Probably, too, the owner will have a heart-rending tale to tell of terrible sufferings endured in making his way homeward with one bare and bleeding foot fully exposed to the briars and brambles of the pathless forest.
Club. -- A man's refuge from home.
Church.--A woman's refuge from home.
Gun. -- An instrument which kills before and which kicks behind.
A Smart Little Woman. -- A young married woman in search of a husband. --London Truth.