Stone says: "born...in Mourow County West Meath, Ireland, died in Port Gibson...aged about 23 years."
DIED, in this place, on yesterday morning, after a short illness, James Nugent, about 23 years of age, and a native of Ireland. The mild and unassuming deportment of the deceased, and the irreproachable course of his conduct, during a residence of nearly two years amongst us, were well calculated to draw forth, and did receive, the last kind offices of friendship, and with the bard of his own country, we might well exclaim,
“His thoughts, as pure as angels wee,
To know him, was to love him.”
~ The Port-Gibson Correspondent 02-Jul-1831, Page 3, Column 3
DIED, in this place, on yesterday morning, after a short illness, James Nugent, about 23 years of age, and a native of Ireland. The mild and unassuming deportment of the deceased, and the irreproachable course of his conduct, during a residence of nearly two years amongst us, were well calculated to draw forth, and did receive, the last kind offices of friendship, and with the bard of his own country, we might well exclaim,
“His thoughts, as pure as angels wee,
To know him, was to love him.”
~ The Port-Gibson Correspondent 02-Jul-1831, Page 3, Column 3
Stone says: "born...in Mourow County West Meath, Ireland, died in Port Gibson...aged about 23 years."
DIED, in this place, on yesterday morning, after a short illness, James Nugent, about 23 years of age, and a native of Ireland. The mild and unassuming deportment of the deceased, and the irreproachable course of his conduct, during a residence of nearly two years amongst us, were well calculated to draw forth, and did receive, the last kind offices of friendship, and with the bard of his own country, we might well exclaim,
“His thoughts, as pure as angels wee,
To know him, was to love him.”
~ The Port-Gibson Correspondent 02-Jul-1831, Page 3, Column 3
DIED, in this place, on yesterday morning, after a short illness, James Nugent, about 23 years of age, and a native of Ireland. The mild and unassuming deportment of the deceased, and the irreproachable course of his conduct, during a residence of nearly two years amongst us, were well calculated to draw forth, and did receive, the last kind offices of friendship, and with the bard of his own country, we might well exclaim,
“His thoughts, as pure as angels wee,
To know him, was to love him.”
~ The Port-Gibson Correspondent 02-Jul-1831, Page 3, Column 3
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