We present above a fair likeness of the News’ oldest correspondent, known under the nom de plume of "Wild Cat." For thirteen years the readers of the News have read his correspondence nearly every week, and it is with pleasure that we present his likeness to many who have never seen him. Had his letters appeared in a paper of national circulation instead of a country weekly, "Wild Cat" would today have a national reputation, for his original humor and quaint philosophy. He was born in Nelson county, Kentucky, in 1809, his father. John D. Connelly, a Revolutionary soldier, having moved to that state in 1805.
In 1830 he was married to Miss Elizabeth B. Thomas, a neighbor’s daughter, but continued to make his home with his father for several years. He then moved to Taylorsville, where he remained several years. At the instance of a brother in Mexico, he removed to Texas, arriving in Bonham in 1852. He bought land and settled near Kentuckytown in Grayson county, where be resided eight years. He then bought a farm near Trenton where he still lives. He has been successful in life, and he and his wife in their old age are loved and respected by their host of acquaintances in North Texas.
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Capt. Connelly, familiarly known in newspaper circles as “Wild-Cat" died at the home of his son, J. B. Connelly, one mile south of town early Sunday morning. He arose in his usual health and dropped dead while washing his face. Mr. Connelly was born in Nelson County Kentucky in 1809, hence he was in his 92nd year at the time of his death. He moved to Texas in 1852 and settled at Kentuckytown near the present site of Whitewright. In 1860 he bought land near where Trenton now is, and has resided here until his death. Capt. Connelly was one of our grand old Texas fathers who helped to drive back the savage Indians from the prairies and thickets where now are beheld beautiful farms and happy homes. He was one of those who made possible the blessings we now enjoy. We shall ever hold sacred the hallowed memories of these grand old patriarchs of whom the subject of this sketch was one of the noblest. Capt. Connelly was a member of the Cumberland Presbyterian Church and always held the highest respect and confidence of all who knew him. A true liberal Christian gentleman, his ideas of right and justice were always admired. Few men who live to the ripe age of 90 years retain as clear views and as liberal in expressing them as was Mr. Connelly. The last article from his worthy pen that appeared in print was one admonishing the citizens of Trenton of their duty in building up a better school for the education of our children.
A large number of sorrowing [missing]
Cemetery where they were put away in their last earthly home. Truly a good and worthy man is gone.
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[Handwritten: Leonard Graphic]
On Sunday morning Alfred Connelly died at his home near Trenton. Mr. Connelly was known to the people of Fannin county as “Wild Cat" and was one of the oldest and best known citizens of the county — being ninety-two years of age. For some time he has made his home with his son, J. B. Connelly.
He arose Sunday morning in his usual good health and while washing his face dropped dead. Captain Connelly was born in Nelson county, Kentucky, in l809. He moved to Texas in -1852 and settled in Fannin county near Kentuckytown, and in 1860 settled near where Trenton now is. Then all that part of Fannin county was a thicket known as “Wild Cat Thicket." More than a quarter of a century ago Captain Connelly commenced a correspondence from Wild Cat Thicket to the News under the nom de plume of “Wild Cat," which he kept up until about a year or two ago when failing health caused him to give it up. From a thicket he saw the country settle up and develop until it became thickly dotted with farmhouses and densely populated, and is the richest portion of North Texas. The writings of Wild Cat did much to first attract the attention of the people to the value of rich farming lands and through sunshine and shadow Wild Cat’s writings went into the homes of the early settlers to brighten and cheer the “firesides of the pioneers."
When they were merry, his words added to their joy; when they wept, in his paragraphs were words of consolation. A noble pioneer is gone; a warm heart now is cold in death. In his death the county has lost one of her noblest citizens.
His burial took place Monday at the Burns Cemetery. A large number of sorrowing relatives and friends were present to pay the last sad rites. He leaves six [missing]
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The pioneers are fast going; the noble men and women who made it possible for the present generation to enjoy the blessings it now enjoys are silently pa«sing over the river. While we build monuments to commemorate great events and noble personages, The News believes that the pioneers should not be forgotten.
Bonham News
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The kind friend, who wrote the sketch of my father’s life and death, will accept the sincere thanks of his family. I was not at home when the sad event occurred; had gone to Jacksboro to preach the commencement sermon of the Jacksboro high school, and did not reach home until after the last sad rite had been performed. His funeral was preached by Rev. Z. B. Pirtle, pastor of the Methodist church at Trenton. His father, John __. Connelly, was a native of Virginia, a soldier of the Revolutionary War, an early ad-venturer to Kentucky, a lifelong Jefferson democrat, and for more than half a century an exemplary member of the Baptist church. He died March 2, 1850, in the 95th year of his age, and was buried with the honors of war in the cemetery at Bloomfield, Ky.
My father was the youngest of eight children — five girls and three boys. His oldest brother, James, was an able and highly esteemed minister in the Cumberland Presbyterian church and died nearly seventy years ago. His brother, Henry, studied medicine and went to Missouri where he practiced his profession a few years, then became a Santa Fe trader. He had a large establishment at that place, and another at Chihuahua. He owned a part of the [missing]
with one hundred and seventy-five men attempted to capture on the Arkansas river in 1843.
He was elected governor of New Mexico in 1861 and died in office in 1865 in the 66th year of his age. My father chose the quiet and independent life of a farmer which he ever dearly loved and followed. He never craved riches, but was satisfied with a comfortable living which he always possessed. He would say that all the millionaire got for his toils, cares and painful anxieties was his victuals and clothes, and that he had these comforts without those evils. He served his precinct as justice of the peace during the Civil War, and was removed at its close by the federal authorities on account of bis strong southern sentiments. In politics he was a democrat and never voted any other ticket. On his last visit to Bonham a friend gave him a fine white handkerchief with the picture of Hogg in one corner and Cleveland in another. He always called it his democratic handkerchief, and said when he was dressed for the grave, he wanted it put in his hand. His request was complied with. In religion he was an Old School Presbyterian, but as there was no church of that faith and order near him for many years after he came to Texas, he and my mother cast their lots with the Cumberland Presbyterians. At the time of which I write there were but two other Old School Presbyterians in all the region round about Kentuckytown - Dr. R. D. King and Mrs. Montgomery, grandmother o£ Dr. Montgomery of Whitewright. Thev too made a [missing]
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following is an extract from an article published in the Bonham News ia 1886. I had just commenced preaching in our little town and he is speaking of what is to be in Wild Cat thicket: "As John was the fore-runner of the Savior, so also the Baptists are the harbingers of a better civilization. Soon the Methodist’s shout will be heard on the path, blazed out by the Baptists, then other denominations will fall into line. When all things seem to be complete, the Old School Presbyterians will come forward and put on the cap sheaf and give all things a finishing touch, as they are a people that do not go out to the highway and hedges, but remain in the walled cities until the paths are made smooth.”
My father possessed in an eminent degree those qualities that win the love and esteem of all who come within their range. In the social circle he shone to great advantage. Wit and humor were his delight. He was easy and agreeable in manner and in his intercourse with mankind he was warmhearted, kind and friendly. None was more generous, brave, noble or magnanimous. He retained his mental vigor and cheerful spirit to the last, and died without a pain on the same day and month my mother died six years and six hours before.
J. W. Connelly.
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Alfred Connelly
In its last issue the Leonard Graphic published a very interesting sketch of the life of one of the grand old men of Fannin county who had, at his home near Trenton, just recently passed away to his heavenly reward. There was hardly in all North Texas a man of more striking characteristics than this old fashioned Kentucky gentleman residing, however, in Texas for a great many years. Alfred Connelly was perhaps known to every old settler in the Red River belt, and during all bis active years always went to the front in every good undertaking that promised the betterment of his county and state. He was veritably a gentleman of the old school, and as courtly in his manner as ever was the great Sir Roger De-Coverley. Courted on all sides for his clever conversation and extensive information, he sparkled always with wit and repartee, and was as full of trite sayings and proverbs as old Ben Franklin himself.
Alfred Connelly was an encyclopedia of early Texas history and it was a delight to those he was always glad to entertain, which be did by the hour, to* sit around him and hear the old man talk.
As a writer, “Wild Cat” always had something to say, and he said it tritely and well. His newspaper correspondence, which covered a period of many years, was full of pith and point — sometimes he cut to the quick and always scored hypocrisy and deceit.
In a recent communication to the Graphic from his distinguished son, the Rev. John W. Connelly, a worthy scion of a noble sire, he tells us something of his father's religious faith which was that of the Old School Presbyterians, but there being only a few of this faith in all the country around him he and his wile attached themselves to the Cumberland Presbyterians. The Rev. John Connelly who had commenced to preach at the little village of Trenton gives an extract from one of his father’s letters [portion missing]
pass in “Wild Cat” thicket. From that letter we quote as follows:
“As John was the fore-runner of the Savior, so also the Baptists are the harbingers of a better civilization. Soon the Methodists' shout will be heard on the path blazed out by the Baptists, the other denominations will fall into line. When all things seem complete, the Old School Presbyterians will come forward and put in the cap-sheet and give a thing a finishing touch, as they are a people that do not go on to the high-ways and hedges but remain in the walled cities until the paths are made smooth.
Alfred Connelly was a democrat of the rock ribbed sort, as no kind of party calamity could shock his faith. Some years as there was presented to him democratic campaign handkerchief with Grover Cleveland's picture upon it, and his convictions, ruling strong even death, he demanded that it be placed in his hand when he's prepared for the grave. Grand old patriot! 'He had no [unreadable] standing before the judgment wrapped in the colors of his [unreadable] faith!
He had long since passed allotted time for man's habitat on earth and when the truth sounded for him to pass over the river, like the brave soldier that he was, he could answer: "I'm ready.”
On Sunday morning Alfred Connelly died at his home near Trenton. Mr. Connelly was known to the people of Fannin county as "Wild Cat", and one of the oldest and best known citizens of the county — being ninety-two years of age. For some time he has made his home with his son, J. B. Connelly. He arose Sunday morning to his usual good health and while washing his face dropped dead. Captain Connolly was born Nelson county Kentucky in 1809. He moved to Trenton in 1952 and settled in Fannin county near Kentuckytown, and in 1860 settled near where Trenton now is. Then all that part of Fannin county was a thicket known as "Wild Cat Thicket". More than a quarter of a century ago Captain Connelly commenced a correspondence from Wild Cab Thicket to the NEWS under the nom de plume of "Wild Cat", which he kept up until about a year or two ago when failing health caused him to give it up. From a he saw the country settle up and develop until it became thickly dotted with farmhouses and densely populated, and is the richest portion of North Texas. The writings of Wild Cat did much to first attract the attention of the people to the value of rich farming lands and through sunshine and shadow Wild Cat’s writings went into the homes of the early settlers to brighten and cheer the firesides of the pioneers. When they were merry, his words added to their joy; when they wept, in his paragraphs were words of consolation. A noble pioneer is gone; a warm heart now is cold in death. In his death the county has lost one of her noblest citizens.
His burial took place Monday at the Burnes cemetery. A large number of sorrowing relatives and friends were present to pay the last sad rites. He leaves six [END OF TEXT]
The Bonham News
The pioneers are fast going; the noble men and women who made it possible for the present generation to enjoy the blessings it now enjoys are silently passing over the river. While we build monument to commemorate great events and noble personages, the News believes that the pioneers should not be forgotten.
The kind friend, who wrote the sketch of my father’s life and death, will accept the sincere thanks of his family. I was not at home when the sad event occurred; had gone to Jacksboro to preach the commencement sermon of the Jacksboro high school, and did not reach home until after the last sad rite had been performed. His funeral was preached by Rev. Z. B. Pirtle, pastor of the Methodist church at Trenton. His father, John, D. Connelly, was a native of Virginia, a soldier of the Revolutionary war, and early adventurer to Kentucky, a lifelong Jefferson democrat, and for more than half century an exemplary member of the Baptist church. He died March 2, 1850 in the 95th year of his age, and was buried with the honors of war in the cemetery at Bloomfield, Ky.
My father was the youngest of eight children---five girls and three boys. His older brother, James, was an able and highly esteemed minister in the Cumberland Presbyterian church and died nearly seventy years ago. His brother Henry studied medicine and went to Missouri where he practiced his profession a few years, then became a Santa Fe trader. He had a large establishment at the place, and another at Chihuahua. He owned a part of the…..[END OF TEXT]
…with one hundred and seventy-five men attempted to capture on the Arkansas river in 1843. He was elected governor of New Mexico in 1861 and died in office in 1865 in the 66th year of his age. My father chose the quiet and independent life of a farmer which he ever dearly loved and followed. He never craved riches, but was satisfied with a comfortable living which he always possessed. He would say that all the millionaire got for his toils, cars and painful anxieties was his victual and clothes, and that he had these comforts without those evils. He served his precinct as justice of the pace during the civil war, and was removed at its close by the federal authorities on account of his strong southern sentiments. In politics he was a democrat and never voted any other ticket. On his last visit to Bonham a friend gave his a fine white handkerchief with the picture of Hogg in one corner and Cleveland in another. He always called it his democratic handkerchief, and said when he was dressed for the grave, he wanted it put in his hand. His request was complied with. In religion he was an Old School Presbyterian, but as there was no church of that faith and order near him for many years after he came to Texas, he and my mother cast their lots with the Cumberland Presbyterians. At the time of which I write there were but two other Old School Presbyterians in all the region round about Kentuckytown--- Dr. R. D. King and Mrs. Montgomery, grandmother of Dr. Montgomery of Whitewright. They too made a…[END OF TEXT]
The following is an extract from an article published in the Bonham News in 1886. I had just commenced preaching in our little town and he is speaking of what is to be in Wild Cat thicket: “A John was the fore-runner of the Savior, so also the Baptists are the harbinger of a better civilization. Soon the Methodist’s shout will be heard on the path, blazed out by the Baptists, then other denominations will fall into line. When all things see to be complete, the Old School Presbyterians will come forward and put on the cap sheaf and give all things a finishing touch, as they are a people that do not gout out to the highways and hedges, but remain in the walled cities until the paths are made smooth.”
My father possessed in an eminent degree those qualities that win the love and esteem of all who come within their range. In the social circle he shone to great advantage. Wit and humor were his delight. He was easy and agreeable in manner and in his intercourse with mankind he was warmhearted, king and friendly. None was more generous, brave, noble or magnanimous. He retained his mental vigor and cheerful spirit to the last, and died without a pain on the same day and month my mother died six years and six hours before. J. W. Connelly.
Alfred Connelly
In its last issue the Leonard Graphic published a very interesting sketch of the life of one of the grand old men of Fannin county who had at his home near Trenton, just recently passed away to his heavenly reward. There was hardly in all North Texas a man of more striking characteristics than this old fashioned Kentucky gentleman residing, however, in Texas for a great many years. Alfred Connelly was perhaps known to every old settler in Red river Belt, and during all his active years always went to the front in every good undertaking that premised the betterment of his county and stat. he was veritably a gentleman of the old school, and as courtly in his manner as ever was the great Sir Roger De-Coverley. Courted on all sided for his clever conversation and extensive information, he sparkled always with wit and repartee, and was as full of trite saying and proverbs as old Ben Franklin himself.
Alfred Connelly was an encyclopedia of early Texas history and it was a delight to those he was always glad to entertain, which he did by the hour, to sit around him and hear the old man talk.
As a writer, “Wild Cat” always had something to say, and he said it tritely and well. His newspaper correspondence, which covered a period of many years, was full of pith and point---sometimes he cut to the quick and always scorned hypocrisy and deceit.
In a recent communication to the Graphicfrom his distinguished son, the Rev. John W. Connelly, an worthy scion of a noble sire, he tells us something of his fathers religious faith witch was that of the Old School Presbyterians, but there being only a few of his faith in all the country around him he and his wife attached themselves to the Cumberland Presbyterians. The Rev. John Connelly who had commenced to preach at the little village of Trenton gives an extract from one of his father’s letters ….pass in “Wild Cat” thicket. From that letter we quote as follows:
“A John was the fore-runner of the Savior, so also the Baptists are the harbinger of a better civilization. Soon the Methodist’s shout will be heard on the path, blazed out by the Baptists, then other denominations will fall into line. When all things see to be complete, the Old School Presbyterians will come forward and put on the cap sheaf and give all things a finishing touch, as they are a people that do not gout out to the highways and hedges, but remain in the walled cities until the paths are made smooth.”
Alfred Connelly was a democrat of the rock ribbed sort, as no kind of party calamity could shock his faith. Some years ago there was presented to him a democratic campaign handkerchief with Grover Cleveland’s picture upon it, and his conversations, truly strong even in death, he demanded that is be place in his hand when he prepared for the grave. Grand old patriot! He had no fear standing before the judgment wrapped in the colors of his p___faith! He had long since passed allotted time foe the man’s habitation on earth and when the trump sounded for him to pass over the river, like the brave soldier, that he was, he could answer, “I am ready.”
In 1830 he was married to Miss Elizabeth B. Thomas, a neighbor’s daughter, but continued to make his home with his father for several years. He then moved to Taylorsville, where he remained several years. At the instance of a brother in Mexico, he removed to Texas, arriving in Bonham in 1852. He bought land and settled near Kentuckytown in Grayson county, where be resided eight years. He then bought a farm near Trenton where he still lives. He has been successful in life, and he and his wife in their old age are loved and respected by their host of acquaintances in North Texas.
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Capt. Connelly, familiarly known in newspaper circles as “Wild-Cat" died at the home of his son, J. B. Connelly, one mile south of town early Sunday morning. He arose in his usual health and dropped dead while washing his face. Mr. Connelly was born in Nelson County Kentucky in 1809, hence he was in his 92nd year at the time of his death. He moved to Texas in 1852 and settled at Kentuckytown near the present site of Whitewright. In 1860 he bought land near where Trenton now is, and has resided here until his death. Capt. Connelly was one of our grand old Texas fathers who helped to drive back the savage Indians from the prairies and thickets where now are beheld beautiful farms and happy homes. He was one of those who made possible the blessings we now enjoy. We shall ever hold sacred the hallowed memories of these grand old patriarchs of whom the subject of this sketch was one of the noblest. Capt. Connelly was a member of the Cumberland Presbyterian Church and always held the highest respect and confidence of all who knew him. A true liberal Christian gentleman, his ideas of right and justice were always admired. Few men who live to the ripe age of 90 years retain as clear views and as liberal in expressing them as was Mr. Connelly. The last article from his worthy pen that appeared in print was one admonishing the citizens of Trenton of their duty in building up a better school for the education of our children.
A large number of sorrowing [missing]
Cemetery where they were put away in their last earthly home. Truly a good and worthy man is gone.
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[Handwritten: Leonard Graphic]
On Sunday morning Alfred Connelly died at his home near Trenton. Mr. Connelly was known to the people of Fannin county as “Wild Cat" and was one of the oldest and best known citizens of the county — being ninety-two years of age. For some time he has made his home with his son, J. B. Connelly.
He arose Sunday morning in his usual good health and while washing his face dropped dead. Captain Connelly was born in Nelson county, Kentucky, in l809. He moved to Texas in -1852 and settled in Fannin county near Kentuckytown, and in 1860 settled near where Trenton now is. Then all that part of Fannin county was a thicket known as “Wild Cat Thicket." More than a quarter of a century ago Captain Connelly commenced a correspondence from Wild Cat Thicket to the News under the nom de plume of “Wild Cat," which he kept up until about a year or two ago when failing health caused him to give it up. From a thicket he saw the country settle up and develop until it became thickly dotted with farmhouses and densely populated, and is the richest portion of North Texas. The writings of Wild Cat did much to first attract the attention of the people to the value of rich farming lands and through sunshine and shadow Wild Cat’s writings went into the homes of the early settlers to brighten and cheer the “firesides of the pioneers."
When they were merry, his words added to their joy; when they wept, in his paragraphs were words of consolation. A noble pioneer is gone; a warm heart now is cold in death. In his death the county has lost one of her noblest citizens.
His burial took place Monday at the Burns Cemetery. A large number of sorrowing relatives and friends were present to pay the last sad rites. He leaves six [missing]
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The pioneers are fast going; the noble men and women who made it possible for the present generation to enjoy the blessings it now enjoys are silently pa«sing over the river. While we build monuments to commemorate great events and noble personages, The News believes that the pioneers should not be forgotten.
Bonham News
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The kind friend, who wrote the sketch of my father’s life and death, will accept the sincere thanks of his family. I was not at home when the sad event occurred; had gone to Jacksboro to preach the commencement sermon of the Jacksboro high school, and did not reach home until after the last sad rite had been performed. His funeral was preached by Rev. Z. B. Pirtle, pastor of the Methodist church at Trenton. His father, John __. Connelly, was a native of Virginia, a soldier of the Revolutionary War, an early ad-venturer to Kentucky, a lifelong Jefferson democrat, and for more than half a century an exemplary member of the Baptist church. He died March 2, 1850, in the 95th year of his age, and was buried with the honors of war in the cemetery at Bloomfield, Ky.
My father was the youngest of eight children — five girls and three boys. His oldest brother, James, was an able and highly esteemed minister in the Cumberland Presbyterian church and died nearly seventy years ago. His brother, Henry, studied medicine and went to Missouri where he practiced his profession a few years, then became a Santa Fe trader. He had a large establishment at that place, and another at Chihuahua. He owned a part of the [missing]
with one hundred and seventy-five men attempted to capture on the Arkansas river in 1843.
He was elected governor of New Mexico in 1861 and died in office in 1865 in the 66th year of his age. My father chose the quiet and independent life of a farmer which he ever dearly loved and followed. He never craved riches, but was satisfied with a comfortable living which he always possessed. He would say that all the millionaire got for his toils, cares and painful anxieties was his victuals and clothes, and that he had these comforts without those evils. He served his precinct as justice of the peace during the Civil War, and was removed at its close by the federal authorities on account of bis strong southern sentiments. In politics he was a democrat and never voted any other ticket. On his last visit to Bonham a friend gave him a fine white handkerchief with the picture of Hogg in one corner and Cleveland in another. He always called it his democratic handkerchief, and said when he was dressed for the grave, he wanted it put in his hand. His request was complied with. In religion he was an Old School Presbyterian, but as there was no church of that faith and order near him for many years after he came to Texas, he and my mother cast their lots with the Cumberland Presbyterians. At the time of which I write there were but two other Old School Presbyterians in all the region round about Kentuckytown - Dr. R. D. King and Mrs. Montgomery, grandmother o£ Dr. Montgomery of Whitewright. Thev too made a [missing]
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following is an extract from an article published in the Bonham News ia 1886. I had just commenced preaching in our little town and he is speaking of what is to be in Wild Cat thicket: "As John was the fore-runner of the Savior, so also the Baptists are the harbingers of a better civilization. Soon the Methodist’s shout will be heard on the path, blazed out by the Baptists, then other denominations will fall into line. When all things seem to be complete, the Old School Presbyterians will come forward and put on the cap sheaf and give all things a finishing touch, as they are a people that do not go out to the highway and hedges, but remain in the walled cities until the paths are made smooth.”
My father possessed in an eminent degree those qualities that win the love and esteem of all who come within their range. In the social circle he shone to great advantage. Wit and humor were his delight. He was easy and agreeable in manner and in his intercourse with mankind he was warmhearted, kind and friendly. None was more generous, brave, noble or magnanimous. He retained his mental vigor and cheerful spirit to the last, and died without a pain on the same day and month my mother died six years and six hours before.
J. W. Connelly.
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Alfred Connelly
In its last issue the Leonard Graphic published a very interesting sketch of the life of one of the grand old men of Fannin county who had, at his home near Trenton, just recently passed away to his heavenly reward. There was hardly in all North Texas a man of more striking characteristics than this old fashioned Kentucky gentleman residing, however, in Texas for a great many years. Alfred Connelly was perhaps known to every old settler in the Red River belt, and during all bis active years always went to the front in every good undertaking that promised the betterment of his county and state. He was veritably a gentleman of the old school, and as courtly in his manner as ever was the great Sir Roger De-Coverley. Courted on all sides for his clever conversation and extensive information, he sparkled always with wit and repartee, and was as full of trite sayings and proverbs as old Ben Franklin himself.
Alfred Connelly was an encyclopedia of early Texas history and it was a delight to those he was always glad to entertain, which be did by the hour, to* sit around him and hear the old man talk.
As a writer, “Wild Cat” always had something to say, and he said it tritely and well. His newspaper correspondence, which covered a period of many years, was full of pith and point — sometimes he cut to the quick and always scored hypocrisy and deceit.
In a recent communication to the Graphic from his distinguished son, the Rev. John W. Connelly, a worthy scion of a noble sire, he tells us something of his father's religious faith which was that of the Old School Presbyterians, but there being only a few of this faith in all the country around him he and his wile attached themselves to the Cumberland Presbyterians. The Rev. John Connelly who had commenced to preach at the little village of Trenton gives an extract from one of his father’s letters [portion missing]
pass in “Wild Cat” thicket. From that letter we quote as follows:
“As John was the fore-runner of the Savior, so also the Baptists are the harbingers of a better civilization. Soon the Methodists' shout will be heard on the path blazed out by the Baptists, the other denominations will fall into line. When all things seem complete, the Old School Presbyterians will come forward and put in the cap-sheet and give a thing a finishing touch, as they are a people that do not go on to the high-ways and hedges but remain in the walled cities until the paths are made smooth.
Alfred Connelly was a democrat of the rock ribbed sort, as no kind of party calamity could shock his faith. Some years as there was presented to him democratic campaign handkerchief with Grover Cleveland's picture upon it, and his convictions, ruling strong even death, he demanded that it be placed in his hand when he's prepared for the grave. Grand old patriot! 'He had no [unreadable] standing before the judgment wrapped in the colors of his [unreadable] faith!
He had long since passed allotted time for man's habitat on earth and when the truth sounded for him to pass over the river, like the brave soldier that he was, he could answer: "I'm ready.”
On Sunday morning Alfred Connelly died at his home near Trenton. Mr. Connelly was known to the people of Fannin county as "Wild Cat", and one of the oldest and best known citizens of the county — being ninety-two years of age. For some time he has made his home with his son, J. B. Connelly. He arose Sunday morning to his usual good health and while washing his face dropped dead. Captain Connolly was born Nelson county Kentucky in 1809. He moved to Trenton in 1952 and settled in Fannin county near Kentuckytown, and in 1860 settled near where Trenton now is. Then all that part of Fannin county was a thicket known as "Wild Cat Thicket". More than a quarter of a century ago Captain Connelly commenced a correspondence from Wild Cab Thicket to the NEWS under the nom de plume of "Wild Cat", which he kept up until about a year or two ago when failing health caused him to give it up. From a he saw the country settle up and develop until it became thickly dotted with farmhouses and densely populated, and is the richest portion of North Texas. The writings of Wild Cat did much to first attract the attention of the people to the value of rich farming lands and through sunshine and shadow Wild Cat’s writings went into the homes of the early settlers to brighten and cheer the firesides of the pioneers. When they were merry, his words added to their joy; when they wept, in his paragraphs were words of consolation. A noble pioneer is gone; a warm heart now is cold in death. In his death the county has lost one of her noblest citizens.
His burial took place Monday at the Burnes cemetery. A large number of sorrowing relatives and friends were present to pay the last sad rites. He leaves six [END OF TEXT]
The Bonham News
The pioneers are fast going; the noble men and women who made it possible for the present generation to enjoy the blessings it now enjoys are silently passing over the river. While we build monument to commemorate great events and noble personages, the News believes that the pioneers should not be forgotten.
The kind friend, who wrote the sketch of my father’s life and death, will accept the sincere thanks of his family. I was not at home when the sad event occurred; had gone to Jacksboro to preach the commencement sermon of the Jacksboro high school, and did not reach home until after the last sad rite had been performed. His funeral was preached by Rev. Z. B. Pirtle, pastor of the Methodist church at Trenton. His father, John, D. Connelly, was a native of Virginia, a soldier of the Revolutionary war, and early adventurer to Kentucky, a lifelong Jefferson democrat, and for more than half century an exemplary member of the Baptist church. He died March 2, 1850 in the 95th year of his age, and was buried with the honors of war in the cemetery at Bloomfield, Ky.
My father was the youngest of eight children---five girls and three boys. His older brother, James, was an able and highly esteemed minister in the Cumberland Presbyterian church and died nearly seventy years ago. His brother Henry studied medicine and went to Missouri where he practiced his profession a few years, then became a Santa Fe trader. He had a large establishment at the place, and another at Chihuahua. He owned a part of the…..[END OF TEXT]
…with one hundred and seventy-five men attempted to capture on the Arkansas river in 1843. He was elected governor of New Mexico in 1861 and died in office in 1865 in the 66th year of his age. My father chose the quiet and independent life of a farmer which he ever dearly loved and followed. He never craved riches, but was satisfied with a comfortable living which he always possessed. He would say that all the millionaire got for his toils, cars and painful anxieties was his victual and clothes, and that he had these comforts without those evils. He served his precinct as justice of the pace during the civil war, and was removed at its close by the federal authorities on account of his strong southern sentiments. In politics he was a democrat and never voted any other ticket. On his last visit to Bonham a friend gave his a fine white handkerchief with the picture of Hogg in one corner and Cleveland in another. He always called it his democratic handkerchief, and said when he was dressed for the grave, he wanted it put in his hand. His request was complied with. In religion he was an Old School Presbyterian, but as there was no church of that faith and order near him for many years after he came to Texas, he and my mother cast their lots with the Cumberland Presbyterians. At the time of which I write there were but two other Old School Presbyterians in all the region round about Kentuckytown--- Dr. R. D. King and Mrs. Montgomery, grandmother of Dr. Montgomery of Whitewright. They too made a…[END OF TEXT]
The following is an extract from an article published in the Bonham News in 1886. I had just commenced preaching in our little town and he is speaking of what is to be in Wild Cat thicket: “A John was the fore-runner of the Savior, so also the Baptists are the harbinger of a better civilization. Soon the Methodist’s shout will be heard on the path, blazed out by the Baptists, then other denominations will fall into line. When all things see to be complete, the Old School Presbyterians will come forward and put on the cap sheaf and give all things a finishing touch, as they are a people that do not gout out to the highways and hedges, but remain in the walled cities until the paths are made smooth.”
My father possessed in an eminent degree those qualities that win the love and esteem of all who come within their range. In the social circle he shone to great advantage. Wit and humor were his delight. He was easy and agreeable in manner and in his intercourse with mankind he was warmhearted, king and friendly. None was more generous, brave, noble or magnanimous. He retained his mental vigor and cheerful spirit to the last, and died without a pain on the same day and month my mother died six years and six hours before. J. W. Connelly.
Alfred Connelly
In its last issue the Leonard Graphic published a very interesting sketch of the life of one of the grand old men of Fannin county who had at his home near Trenton, just recently passed away to his heavenly reward. There was hardly in all North Texas a man of more striking characteristics than this old fashioned Kentucky gentleman residing, however, in Texas for a great many years. Alfred Connelly was perhaps known to every old settler in Red river Belt, and during all his active years always went to the front in every good undertaking that premised the betterment of his county and stat. he was veritably a gentleman of the old school, and as courtly in his manner as ever was the great Sir Roger De-Coverley. Courted on all sided for his clever conversation and extensive information, he sparkled always with wit and repartee, and was as full of trite saying and proverbs as old Ben Franklin himself.
Alfred Connelly was an encyclopedia of early Texas history and it was a delight to those he was always glad to entertain, which he did by the hour, to sit around him and hear the old man talk.
As a writer, “Wild Cat” always had something to say, and he said it tritely and well. His newspaper correspondence, which covered a period of many years, was full of pith and point---sometimes he cut to the quick and always scorned hypocrisy and deceit.
In a recent communication to the Graphicfrom his distinguished son, the Rev. John W. Connelly, an worthy scion of a noble sire, he tells us something of his fathers religious faith witch was that of the Old School Presbyterians, but there being only a few of his faith in all the country around him he and his wife attached themselves to the Cumberland Presbyterians. The Rev. John Connelly who had commenced to preach at the little village of Trenton gives an extract from one of his father’s letters ….pass in “Wild Cat” thicket. From that letter we quote as follows:
“A John was the fore-runner of the Savior, so also the Baptists are the harbinger of a better civilization. Soon the Methodist’s shout will be heard on the path, blazed out by the Baptists, then other denominations will fall into line. When all things see to be complete, the Old School Presbyterians will come forward and put on the cap sheaf and give all things a finishing touch, as they are a people that do not gout out to the highways and hedges, but remain in the walled cities until the paths are made smooth.”
Alfred Connelly was a democrat of the rock ribbed sort, as no kind of party calamity could shock his faith. Some years ago there was presented to him a democratic campaign handkerchief with Grover Cleveland’s picture upon it, and his conversations, truly strong even in death, he demanded that is be place in his hand when he prepared for the grave. Grand old patriot! He had no fear standing before the judgment wrapped in the colors of his p___faith! He had long since passed allotted time foe the man’s habitation on earth and when the trump sounded for him to pass over the river, like the brave soldier, that he was, he could answer, “I am ready.”
We present above a fair likeness of the News’ oldest correspondent, known under the nom de plume of "Wild Cat." For thirteen years the readers of the News have read his correspondence nearly every week, and it is with pleasure that we present his likeness to many who have never seen him. Had his letters appeared in a paper of national circulation instead of a country weekly, "Wild Cat" would today have a national reputation, for his original humor and quaint philosophy. He was born in Nelson county, Kentucky, in 1809, his father. John D. Connelly, a Revolutionary soldier, having moved to that state in 1805.
In 1830 he was married to Miss Elizabeth B. Thomas, a neighbor’s daughter, but continued to make his home with his father for several years. He then moved to Taylorsville, where he remained several years. At the instance of a brother in Mexico, he removed to Texas, arriving in Bonham in 1852. He bought land and settled near Kentuckytown in Grayson county, where be resided eight years. He then bought a farm near Trenton where he still lives. He has been successful in life, and he and his wife in their old age are loved and respected by their host of acquaintances in North Texas.
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Capt. Connelly, familiarly known in newspaper circles as “Wild-Cat" died at the home of his son, J. B. Connelly, one mile south of town early Sunday morning. He arose in his usual health and dropped dead while washing his face. Mr. Connelly was born in Nelson County Kentucky in 1809, hence he was in his 92nd year at the time of his death. He moved to Texas in 1852 and settled at Kentuckytown near the present site of Whitewright. In 1860 he bought land near where Trenton now is, and has resided here until his death. Capt. Connelly was one of our grand old Texas fathers who helped to drive back the savage Indians from the prairies and thickets where now are beheld beautiful farms and happy homes. He was one of those who made possible the blessings we now enjoy. We shall ever hold sacred the hallowed memories of these grand old patriarchs of whom the subject of this sketch was one of the noblest. Capt. Connelly was a member of the Cumberland Presbyterian Church and always held the highest respect and confidence of all who knew him. A true liberal Christian gentleman, his ideas of right and justice were always admired. Few men who live to the ripe age of 90 years retain as clear views and as liberal in expressing them as was Mr. Connelly. The last article from his worthy pen that appeared in print was one admonishing the citizens of Trenton of their duty in building up a better school for the education of our children.
A large number of sorrowing [missing]
Cemetery where they were put away in their last earthly home. Truly a good and worthy man is gone.
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On Sunday morning Alfred Connelly died at his home near Trenton. Mr. Connelly was known to the people of Fannin county as “Wild Cat" and was one of the oldest and best known citizens of the county — being ninety-two years of age. For some time he has made his home with his son, J. B. Connelly.
He arose Sunday morning in his usual good health and while washing his face dropped dead. Captain Connelly was born in Nelson county, Kentucky, in l809. He moved to Texas in -1852 and settled in Fannin county near Kentuckytown, and in 1860 settled near where Trenton now is. Then all that part of Fannin county was a thicket known as “Wild Cat Thicket." More than a quarter of a century ago Captain Connelly commenced a correspondence from Wild Cat Thicket to the News under the nom de plume of “Wild Cat," which he kept up until about a year or two ago when failing health caused him to give it up. From a thicket he saw the country settle up and develop until it became thickly dotted with farmhouses and densely populated, and is the richest portion of North Texas. The writings of Wild Cat did much to first attract the attention of the people to the value of rich farming lands and through sunshine and shadow Wild Cat’s writings went into the homes of the early settlers to brighten and cheer the “firesides of the pioneers."
When they were merry, his words added to their joy; when they wept, in his paragraphs were words of consolation. A noble pioneer is gone; a warm heart now is cold in death. In his death the county has lost one of her noblest citizens.
His burial took place Monday at the Burns Cemetery. A large number of sorrowing relatives and friends were present to pay the last sad rites. He leaves six [missing]
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The pioneers are fast going; the noble men and women who made it possible for the present generation to enjoy the blessings it now enjoys are silently pa«sing over the river. While we build monuments to commemorate great events and noble personages, The News believes that the pioneers should not be forgotten.
Bonham News
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The kind friend, who wrote the sketch of my father’s life and death, will accept the sincere thanks of his family. I was not at home when the sad event occurred; had gone to Jacksboro to preach the commencement sermon of the Jacksboro high school, and did not reach home until after the last sad rite had been performed. His funeral was preached by Rev. Z. B. Pirtle, pastor of the Methodist church at Trenton. His father, John __. Connelly, was a native of Virginia, a soldier of the Revolutionary War, an early ad-venturer to Kentucky, a lifelong Jefferson democrat, and for more than half a century an exemplary member of the Baptist church. He died March 2, 1850, in the 95th year of his age, and was buried with the honors of war in the cemetery at Bloomfield, Ky.
My father was the youngest of eight children — five girls and three boys. His oldest brother, James, was an able and highly esteemed minister in the Cumberland Presbyterian church and died nearly seventy years ago. His brother, Henry, studied medicine and went to Missouri where he practiced his profession a few years, then became a Santa Fe trader. He had a large establishment at that place, and another at Chihuahua. He owned a part of the [missing]
with one hundred and seventy-five men attempted to capture on the Arkansas river in 1843.
He was elected governor of New Mexico in 1861 and died in office in 1865 in the 66th year of his age. My father chose the quiet and independent life of a farmer which he ever dearly loved and followed. He never craved riches, but was satisfied with a comfortable living which he always possessed. He would say that all the millionaire got for his toils, cares and painful anxieties was his victuals and clothes, and that he had these comforts without those evils. He served his precinct as justice of the peace during the Civil War, and was removed at its close by the federal authorities on account of bis strong southern sentiments. In politics he was a democrat and never voted any other ticket. On his last visit to Bonham a friend gave him a fine white handkerchief with the picture of Hogg in one corner and Cleveland in another. He always called it his democratic handkerchief, and said when he was dressed for the grave, he wanted it put in his hand. His request was complied with. In religion he was an Old School Presbyterian, but as there was no church of that faith and order near him for many years after he came to Texas, he and my mother cast their lots with the Cumberland Presbyterians. At the time of which I write there were but two other Old School Presbyterians in all the region round about Kentuckytown - Dr. R. D. King and Mrs. Montgomery, grandmother o£ Dr. Montgomery of Whitewright. Thev too made a [missing]
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following is an extract from an article published in the Bonham News ia 1886. I had just commenced preaching in our little town and he is speaking of what is to be in Wild Cat thicket: "As John was the fore-runner of the Savior, so also the Baptists are the harbingers of a better civilization. Soon the Methodist’s shout will be heard on the path, blazed out by the Baptists, then other denominations will fall into line. When all things seem to be complete, the Old School Presbyterians will come forward and put on the cap sheaf and give all things a finishing touch, as they are a people that do not go out to the highway and hedges, but remain in the walled cities until the paths are made smooth.”
My father possessed in an eminent degree those qualities that win the love and esteem of all who come within their range. In the social circle he shone to great advantage. Wit and humor were his delight. He was easy and agreeable in manner and in his intercourse with mankind he was warmhearted, kind and friendly. None was more generous, brave, noble or magnanimous. He retained his mental vigor and cheerful spirit to the last, and died without a pain on the same day and month my mother died six years and six hours before.
J. W. Connelly.
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Alfred Connelly
In its last issue the Leonard Graphic published a very interesting sketch of the life of one of the grand old men of Fannin county who had, at his home near Trenton, just recently passed away to his heavenly reward. There was hardly in all North Texas a man of more striking characteristics than this old fashioned Kentucky gentleman residing, however, in Texas for a great many years. Alfred Connelly was perhaps known to every old settler in the Red River belt, and during all bis active years always went to the front in every good undertaking that promised the betterment of his county and state. He was veritably a gentleman of the old school, and as courtly in his manner as ever was the great Sir Roger De-Coverley. Courted on all sides for his clever conversation and extensive information, he sparkled always with wit and repartee, and was as full of trite sayings and proverbs as old Ben Franklin himself.
Alfred Connelly was an encyclopedia of early Texas history and it was a delight to those he was always glad to entertain, which be did by the hour, to* sit around him and hear the old man talk.
As a writer, “Wild Cat” always had something to say, and he said it tritely and well. His newspaper correspondence, which covered a period of many years, was full of pith and point — sometimes he cut to the quick and always scored hypocrisy and deceit.
In a recent communication to the Graphic from his distinguished son, the Rev. John W. Connelly, a worthy scion of a noble sire, he tells us something of his father's religious faith which was that of the Old School Presbyterians, but there being only a few of this faith in all the country around him he and his wile attached themselves to the Cumberland Presbyterians. The Rev. John Connelly who had commenced to preach at the little village of Trenton gives an extract from one of his father’s letters [portion missing]
pass in “Wild Cat” thicket. From that letter we quote as follows:
“As John was the fore-runner of the Savior, so also the Baptists are the harbingers of a better civilization. Soon the Methodists' shout will be heard on the path blazed out by the Baptists, the other denominations will fall into line. When all things seem complete, the Old School Presbyterians will come forward and put in the cap-sheet and give a thing a finishing touch, as they are a people that do not go on to the high-ways and hedges but remain in the walled cities until the paths are made smooth.
Alfred Connelly was a democrat of the rock ribbed sort, as no kind of party calamity could shock his faith. Some years as there was presented to him democratic campaign handkerchief with Grover Cleveland's picture upon it, and his convictions, ruling strong even death, he demanded that it be placed in his hand when he's prepared for the grave. Grand old patriot! 'He had no [unreadable] standing before the judgment wrapped in the colors of his [unreadable] faith!
He had long since passed allotted time for man's habitat on earth and when the truth sounded for him to pass over the river, like the brave soldier that he was, he could answer: "I'm ready.”
On Sunday morning Alfred Connelly died at his home near Trenton. Mr. Connelly was known to the people of Fannin county as "Wild Cat", and one of the oldest and best known citizens of the county — being ninety-two years of age. For some time he has made his home with his son, J. B. Connelly. He arose Sunday morning to his usual good health and while washing his face dropped dead. Captain Connolly was born Nelson county Kentucky in 1809. He moved to Trenton in 1952 and settled in Fannin county near Kentuckytown, and in 1860 settled near where Trenton now is. Then all that part of Fannin county was a thicket known as "Wild Cat Thicket". More than a quarter of a century ago Captain Connelly commenced a correspondence from Wild Cab Thicket to the NEWS under the nom de plume of "Wild Cat", which he kept up until about a year or two ago when failing health caused him to give it up. From a he saw the country settle up and develop until it became thickly dotted with farmhouses and densely populated, and is the richest portion of North Texas. The writings of Wild Cat did much to first attract the attention of the people to the value of rich farming lands and through sunshine and shadow Wild Cat’s writings went into the homes of the early settlers to brighten and cheer the firesides of the pioneers. When they were merry, his words added to their joy; when they wept, in his paragraphs were words of consolation. A noble pioneer is gone; a warm heart now is cold in death. In his death the county has lost one of her noblest citizens.
His burial took place Monday at the Burnes cemetery. A large number of sorrowing relatives and friends were present to pay the last sad rites. He leaves six [END OF TEXT]
The Bonham News
The pioneers are fast going; the noble men and women who made it possible for the present generation to enjoy the blessings it now enjoys are silently passing over the river. While we build monument to commemorate great events and noble personages, the News believes that the pioneers should not be forgotten.
The kind friend, who wrote the sketch of my father’s life and death, will accept the sincere thanks of his family. I was not at home when the sad event occurred; had gone to Jacksboro to preach the commencement sermon of the Jacksboro high school, and did not reach home until after the last sad rite had been performed. His funeral was preached by Rev. Z. B. Pirtle, pastor of the Methodist church at Trenton. His father, John, D. Connelly, was a native of Virginia, a soldier of the Revolutionary war, and early adventurer to Kentucky, a lifelong Jefferson democrat, and for more than half century an exemplary member of the Baptist church. He died March 2, 1850 in the 95th year of his age, and was buried with the honors of war in the cemetery at Bloomfield, Ky.
My father was the youngest of eight children---five girls and three boys. His older brother, James, was an able and highly esteemed minister in the Cumberland Presbyterian church and died nearly seventy years ago. His brother Henry studied medicine and went to Missouri where he practiced his profession a few years, then became a Santa Fe trader. He had a large establishment at the place, and another at Chihuahua. He owned a part of the…..[END OF TEXT]
…with one hundred and seventy-five men attempted to capture on the Arkansas river in 1843. He was elected governor of New Mexico in 1861 and died in office in 1865 in the 66th year of his age. My father chose the quiet and independent life of a farmer which he ever dearly loved and followed. He never craved riches, but was satisfied with a comfortable living which he always possessed. He would say that all the millionaire got for his toils, cars and painful anxieties was his victual and clothes, and that he had these comforts without those evils. He served his precinct as justice of the pace during the civil war, and was removed at its close by the federal authorities on account of his strong southern sentiments. In politics he was a democrat and never voted any other ticket. On his last visit to Bonham a friend gave his a fine white handkerchief with the picture of Hogg in one corner and Cleveland in another. He always called it his democratic handkerchief, and said when he was dressed for the grave, he wanted it put in his hand. His request was complied with. In religion he was an Old School Presbyterian, but as there was no church of that faith and order near him for many years after he came to Texas, he and my mother cast their lots with the Cumberland Presbyterians. At the time of which I write there were but two other Old School Presbyterians in all the region round about Kentuckytown--- Dr. R. D. King and Mrs. Montgomery, grandmother of Dr. Montgomery of Whitewright. They too made a…[END OF TEXT]
The following is an extract from an article published in the Bonham News in 1886. I had just commenced preaching in our little town and he is speaking of what is to be in Wild Cat thicket: “A John was the fore-runner of the Savior, so also the Baptists are the harbinger of a better civilization. Soon the Methodist’s shout will be heard on the path, blazed out by the Baptists, then other denominations will fall into line. When all things see to be complete, the Old School Presbyterians will come forward and put on the cap sheaf and give all things a finishing touch, as they are a people that do not gout out to the highways and hedges, but remain in the walled cities until the paths are made smooth.”
My father possessed in an eminent degree those qualities that win the love and esteem of all who come within their range. In the social circle he shone to great advantage. Wit and humor were his delight. He was easy and agreeable in manner and in his intercourse with mankind he was warmhearted, king and friendly. None was more generous, brave, noble or magnanimous. He retained his mental vigor and cheerful spirit to the last, and died without a pain on the same day and month my mother died six years and six hours before. J. W. Connelly.
Alfred Connelly
In its last issue the Leonard Graphic published a very interesting sketch of the life of one of the grand old men of Fannin county who had at his home near Trenton, just recently passed away to his heavenly reward. There was hardly in all North Texas a man of more striking characteristics than this old fashioned Kentucky gentleman residing, however, in Texas for a great many years. Alfred Connelly was perhaps known to every old settler in Red river Belt, and during all his active years always went to the front in every good undertaking that premised the betterment of his county and stat. he was veritably a gentleman of the old school, and as courtly in his manner as ever was the great Sir Roger De-Coverley. Courted on all sided for his clever conversation and extensive information, he sparkled always with wit and repartee, and was as full of trite saying and proverbs as old Ben Franklin himself.
Alfred Connelly was an encyclopedia of early Texas history and it was a delight to those he was always glad to entertain, which he did by the hour, to sit around him and hear the old man talk.
As a writer, “Wild Cat” always had something to say, and he said it tritely and well. His newspaper correspondence, which covered a period of many years, was full of pith and point---sometimes he cut to the quick and always scorned hypocrisy and deceit.
In a recent communication to the Graphicfrom his distinguished son, the Rev. John W. Connelly, an worthy scion of a noble sire, he tells us something of his fathers religious faith witch was that of the Old School Presbyterians, but there being only a few of his faith in all the country around him he and his wife attached themselves to the Cumberland Presbyterians. The Rev. John Connelly who had commenced to preach at the little village of Trenton gives an extract from one of his father’s letters ….pass in “Wild Cat” thicket. From that letter we quote as follows:
“A John was the fore-runner of the Savior, so also the Baptists are the harbinger of a better civilization. Soon the Methodist’s shout will be heard on the path, blazed out by the Baptists, then other denominations will fall into line. When all things see to be complete, the Old School Presbyterians will come forward and put on the cap sheaf and give all things a finishing touch, as they are a people that do not gout out to the highways and hedges, but remain in the walled cities until the paths are made smooth.”
Alfred Connelly was a democrat of the rock ribbed sort, as no kind of party calamity could shock his faith. Some years ago there was presented to him a democratic campaign handkerchief with Grover Cleveland’s picture upon it, and his conversations, truly strong even in death, he demanded that is be place in his hand when he prepared for the grave. Grand old patriot! He had no fear standing before the judgment wrapped in the colors of his p___faith! He had long since passed allotted time foe the man’s habitation on earth and when the trump sounded for him to pass over the river, like the brave soldier, that he was, he could answer, “I am ready.”
In 1830 he was married to Miss Elizabeth B. Thomas, a neighbor’s daughter, but continued to make his home with his father for several years. He then moved to Taylorsville, where he remained several years. At the instance of a brother in Mexico, he removed to Texas, arriving in Bonham in 1852. He bought land and settled near Kentuckytown in Grayson county, where be resided eight years. He then bought a farm near Trenton where he still lives. He has been successful in life, and he and his wife in their old age are loved and respected by their host of acquaintances in North Texas.
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Capt. Connelly, familiarly known in newspaper circles as “Wild-Cat" died at the home of his son, J. B. Connelly, one mile south of town early Sunday morning. He arose in his usual health and dropped dead while washing his face. Mr. Connelly was born in Nelson County Kentucky in 1809, hence he was in his 92nd year at the time of his death. He moved to Texas in 1852 and settled at Kentuckytown near the present site of Whitewright. In 1860 he bought land near where Trenton now is, and has resided here until his death. Capt. Connelly was one of our grand old Texas fathers who helped to drive back the savage Indians from the prairies and thickets where now are beheld beautiful farms and happy homes. He was one of those who made possible the blessings we now enjoy. We shall ever hold sacred the hallowed memories of these grand old patriarchs of whom the subject of this sketch was one of the noblest. Capt. Connelly was a member of the Cumberland Presbyterian Church and always held the highest respect and confidence of all who knew him. A true liberal Christian gentleman, his ideas of right and justice were always admired. Few men who live to the ripe age of 90 years retain as clear views and as liberal in expressing them as was Mr. Connelly. The last article from his worthy pen that appeared in print was one admonishing the citizens of Trenton of their duty in building up a better school for the education of our children.
A large number of sorrowing [missing]
Cemetery where they were put away in their last earthly home. Truly a good and worthy man is gone.
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[Handwritten: Leonard Graphic]
On Sunday morning Alfred Connelly died at his home near Trenton. Mr. Connelly was known to the people of Fannin county as “Wild Cat" and was one of the oldest and best known citizens of the county — being ninety-two years of age. For some time he has made his home with his son, J. B. Connelly.
He arose Sunday morning in his usual good health and while washing his face dropped dead. Captain Connelly was born in Nelson county, Kentucky, in l809. He moved to Texas in -1852 and settled in Fannin county near Kentuckytown, and in 1860 settled near where Trenton now is. Then all that part of Fannin county was a thicket known as “Wild Cat Thicket." More than a quarter of a century ago Captain Connelly commenced a correspondence from Wild Cat Thicket to the News under the nom de plume of “Wild Cat," which he kept up until about a year or two ago when failing health caused him to give it up. From a thicket he saw the country settle up and develop until it became thickly dotted with farmhouses and densely populated, and is the richest portion of North Texas. The writings of Wild Cat did much to first attract the attention of the people to the value of rich farming lands and through sunshine and shadow Wild Cat’s writings went into the homes of the early settlers to brighten and cheer the “firesides of the pioneers."
When they were merry, his words added to their joy; when they wept, in his paragraphs were words of consolation. A noble pioneer is gone; a warm heart now is cold in death. In his death the county has lost one of her noblest citizens.
His burial took place Monday at the Burns Cemetery. A large number of sorrowing relatives and friends were present to pay the last sad rites. He leaves six [missing]
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The pioneers are fast going; the noble men and women who made it possible for the present generation to enjoy the blessings it now enjoys are silently pa«sing over the river. While we build monuments to commemorate great events and noble personages, The News believes that the pioneers should not be forgotten.
Bonham News
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The kind friend, who wrote the sketch of my father’s life and death, will accept the sincere thanks of his family. I was not at home when the sad event occurred; had gone to Jacksboro to preach the commencement sermon of the Jacksboro high school, and did not reach home until after the last sad rite had been performed. His funeral was preached by Rev. Z. B. Pirtle, pastor of the Methodist church at Trenton. His father, John __. Connelly, was a native of Virginia, a soldier of the Revolutionary War, an early ad-venturer to Kentucky, a lifelong Jefferson democrat, and for more than half a century an exemplary member of the Baptist church. He died March 2, 1850, in the 95th year of his age, and was buried with the honors of war in the cemetery at Bloomfield, Ky.
My father was the youngest of eight children — five girls and three boys. His oldest brother, James, was an able and highly esteemed minister in the Cumberland Presbyterian church and died nearly seventy years ago. His brother, Henry, studied medicine and went to Missouri where he practiced his profession a few years, then became a Santa Fe trader. He had a large establishment at that place, and another at Chihuahua. He owned a part of the [missing]
with one hundred and seventy-five men attempted to capture on the Arkansas river in 1843.
He was elected governor of New Mexico in 1861 and died in office in 1865 in the 66th year of his age. My father chose the quiet and independent life of a farmer which he ever dearly loved and followed. He never craved riches, but was satisfied with a comfortable living which he always possessed. He would say that all the millionaire got for his toils, cares and painful anxieties was his victuals and clothes, and that he had these comforts without those evils. He served his precinct as justice of the peace during the Civil War, and was removed at its close by the federal authorities on account of bis strong southern sentiments. In politics he was a democrat and never voted any other ticket. On his last visit to Bonham a friend gave him a fine white handkerchief with the picture of Hogg in one corner and Cleveland in another. He always called it his democratic handkerchief, and said when he was dressed for the grave, he wanted it put in his hand. His request was complied with. In religion he was an Old School Presbyterian, but as there was no church of that faith and order near him for many years after he came to Texas, he and my mother cast their lots with the Cumberland Presbyterians. At the time of which I write there were but two other Old School Presbyterians in all the region round about Kentuckytown - Dr. R. D. King and Mrs. Montgomery, grandmother o£ Dr. Montgomery of Whitewright. Thev too made a [missing]
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following is an extract from an article published in the Bonham News ia 1886. I had just commenced preaching in our little town and he is speaking of what is to be in Wild Cat thicket: "As John was the fore-runner of the Savior, so also the Baptists are the harbingers of a better civilization. Soon the Methodist’s shout will be heard on the path, blazed out by the Baptists, then other denominations will fall into line. When all things seem to be complete, the Old School Presbyterians will come forward and put on the cap sheaf and give all things a finishing touch, as they are a people that do not go out to the highway and hedges, but remain in the walled cities until the paths are made smooth.”
My father possessed in an eminent degree those qualities that win the love and esteem of all who come within their range. In the social circle he shone to great advantage. Wit and humor were his delight. He was easy and agreeable in manner and in his intercourse with mankind he was warmhearted, kind and friendly. None was more generous, brave, noble or magnanimous. He retained his mental vigor and cheerful spirit to the last, and died without a pain on the same day and month my mother died six years and six hours before.
J. W. Connelly.
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Alfred Connelly
In its last issue the Leonard Graphic published a very interesting sketch of the life of one of the grand old men of Fannin county who had, at his home near Trenton, just recently passed away to his heavenly reward. There was hardly in all North Texas a man of more striking characteristics than this old fashioned Kentucky gentleman residing, however, in Texas for a great many years. Alfred Connelly was perhaps known to every old settler in the Red River belt, and during all bis active years always went to the front in every good undertaking that promised the betterment of his county and state. He was veritably a gentleman of the old school, and as courtly in his manner as ever was the great Sir Roger De-Coverley. Courted on all sides for his clever conversation and extensive information, he sparkled always with wit and repartee, and was as full of trite sayings and proverbs as old Ben Franklin himself.
Alfred Connelly was an encyclopedia of early Texas history and it was a delight to those he was always glad to entertain, which be did by the hour, to* sit around him and hear the old man talk.
As a writer, “Wild Cat” always had something to say, and he said it tritely and well. His newspaper correspondence, which covered a period of many years, was full of pith and point — sometimes he cut to the quick and always scored hypocrisy and deceit.
In a recent communication to the Graphic from his distinguished son, the Rev. John W. Connelly, a worthy scion of a noble sire, he tells us something of his father's religious faith which was that of the Old School Presbyterians, but there being only a few of this faith in all the country around him he and his wile attached themselves to the Cumberland Presbyterians. The Rev. John Connelly who had commenced to preach at the little village of Trenton gives an extract from one of his father’s letters [portion missing]
pass in “Wild Cat” thicket. From that letter we quote as follows:
“As John was the fore-runner of the Savior, so also the Baptists are the harbingers of a better civilization. Soon the Methodists' shout will be heard on the path blazed out by the Baptists, the other denominations will fall into line. When all things seem complete, the Old School Presbyterians will come forward and put in the cap-sheet and give a thing a finishing touch, as they are a people that do not go on to the high-ways and hedges but remain in the walled cities until the paths are made smooth.
Alfred Connelly was a democrat of the rock ribbed sort, as no kind of party calamity could shock his faith. Some years as there was presented to him democratic campaign handkerchief with Grover Cleveland's picture upon it, and his convictions, ruling strong even death, he demanded that it be placed in his hand when he's prepared for the grave. Grand old patriot! 'He had no [unreadable] standing before the judgment wrapped in the colors of his [unreadable] faith!
He had long since passed allotted time for man's habitat on earth and when the truth sounded for him to pass over the river, like the brave soldier that he was, he could answer: "I'm ready.”
On Sunday morning Alfred Connelly died at his home near Trenton. Mr. Connelly was known to the people of Fannin county as "Wild Cat", and one of the oldest and best known citizens of the county — being ninety-two years of age. For some time he has made his home with his son, J. B. Connelly. He arose Sunday morning to his usual good health and while washing his face dropped dead. Captain Connolly was born Nelson county Kentucky in 1809. He moved to Trenton in 1952 and settled in Fannin county near Kentuckytown, and in 1860 settled near where Trenton now is. Then all that part of Fannin county was a thicket known as "Wild Cat Thicket". More than a quarter of a century ago Captain Connelly commenced a correspondence from Wild Cab Thicket to the NEWS under the nom de plume of "Wild Cat", which he kept up until about a year or two ago when failing health caused him to give it up. From a he saw the country settle up and develop until it became thickly dotted with farmhouses and densely populated, and is the richest portion of North Texas. The writings of Wild Cat did much to first attract the attention of the people to the value of rich farming lands and through sunshine and shadow Wild Cat’s writings went into the homes of the early settlers to brighten and cheer the firesides of the pioneers. When they were merry, his words added to their joy; when they wept, in his paragraphs were words of consolation. A noble pioneer is gone; a warm heart now is cold in death. In his death the county has lost one of her noblest citizens.
His burial took place Monday at the Burnes cemetery. A large number of sorrowing relatives and friends were present to pay the last sad rites. He leaves six [END OF TEXT]
The Bonham News
The pioneers are fast going; the noble men and women who made it possible for the present generation to enjoy the blessings it now enjoys are silently passing over the river. While we build monument to commemorate great events and noble personages, the News believes that the pioneers should not be forgotten.
The kind friend, who wrote the sketch of my father’s life and death, will accept the sincere thanks of his family. I was not at home when the sad event occurred; had gone to Jacksboro to preach the commencement sermon of the Jacksboro high school, and did not reach home until after the last sad rite had been performed. His funeral was preached by Rev. Z. B. Pirtle, pastor of the Methodist church at Trenton. His father, John, D. Connelly, was a native of Virginia, a soldier of the Revolutionary war, and early adventurer to Kentucky, a lifelong Jefferson democrat, and for more than half century an exemplary member of the Baptist church. He died March 2, 1850 in the 95th year of his age, and was buried with the honors of war in the cemetery at Bloomfield, Ky.
My father was the youngest of eight children---five girls and three boys. His older brother, James, was an able and highly esteemed minister in the Cumberland Presbyterian church and died nearly seventy years ago. His brother Henry studied medicine and went to Missouri where he practiced his profession a few years, then became a Santa Fe trader. He had a large establishment at the place, and another at Chihuahua. He owned a part of the…..[END OF TEXT]
…with one hundred and seventy-five men attempted to capture on the Arkansas river in 1843. He was elected governor of New Mexico in 1861 and died in office in 1865 in the 66th year of his age. My father chose the quiet and independent life of a farmer which he ever dearly loved and followed. He never craved riches, but was satisfied with a comfortable living which he always possessed. He would say that all the millionaire got for his toils, cars and painful anxieties was his victual and clothes, and that he had these comforts without those evils. He served his precinct as justice of the pace during the civil war, and was removed at its close by the federal authorities on account of his strong southern sentiments. In politics he was a democrat and never voted any other ticket. On his last visit to Bonham a friend gave his a fine white handkerchief with the picture of Hogg in one corner and Cleveland in another. He always called it his democratic handkerchief, and said when he was dressed for the grave, he wanted it put in his hand. His request was complied with. In religion he was an Old School Presbyterian, but as there was no church of that faith and order near him for many years after he came to Texas, he and my mother cast their lots with the Cumberland Presbyterians. At the time of which I write there were but two other Old School Presbyterians in all the region round about Kentuckytown--- Dr. R. D. King and Mrs. Montgomery, grandmother of Dr. Montgomery of Whitewright. They too made a…[END OF TEXT]
The following is an extract from an article published in the Bonham News in 1886. I had just commenced preaching in our little town and he is speaking of what is to be in Wild Cat thicket: “A John was the fore-runner of the Savior, so also the Baptists are the harbinger of a better civilization. Soon the Methodist’s shout will be heard on the path, blazed out by the Baptists, then other denominations will fall into line. When all things see to be complete, the Old School Presbyterians will come forward and put on the cap sheaf and give all things a finishing touch, as they are a people that do not gout out to the highways and hedges, but remain in the walled cities until the paths are made smooth.”
My father possessed in an eminent degree those qualities that win the love and esteem of all who come within their range. In the social circle he shone to great advantage. Wit and humor were his delight. He was easy and agreeable in manner and in his intercourse with mankind he was warmhearted, king and friendly. None was more generous, brave, noble or magnanimous. He retained his mental vigor and cheerful spirit to the last, and died without a pain on the same day and month my mother died six years and six hours before. J. W. Connelly.
Alfred Connelly
In its last issue the Leonard Graphic published a very interesting sketch of the life of one of the grand old men of Fannin county who had at his home near Trenton, just recently passed away to his heavenly reward. There was hardly in all North Texas a man of more striking characteristics than this old fashioned Kentucky gentleman residing, however, in Texas for a great many years. Alfred Connelly was perhaps known to every old settler in Red river Belt, and during all his active years always went to the front in every good undertaking that premised the betterment of his county and stat. he was veritably a gentleman of the old school, and as courtly in his manner as ever was the great Sir Roger De-Coverley. Courted on all sided for his clever conversation and extensive information, he sparkled always with wit and repartee, and was as full of trite saying and proverbs as old Ben Franklin himself.
Alfred Connelly was an encyclopedia of early Texas history and it was a delight to those he was always glad to entertain, which he did by the hour, to sit around him and hear the old man talk.
As a writer, “Wild Cat” always had something to say, and he said it tritely and well. His newspaper correspondence, which covered a period of many years, was full of pith and point---sometimes he cut to the quick and always scorned hypocrisy and deceit.
In a recent communication to the Graphicfrom his distinguished son, the Rev. John W. Connelly, an worthy scion of a noble sire, he tells us something of his fathers religious faith witch was that of the Old School Presbyterians, but there being only a few of his faith in all the country around him he and his wife attached themselves to the Cumberland Presbyterians. The Rev. John Connelly who had commenced to preach at the little village of Trenton gives an extract from one of his father’s letters ….pass in “Wild Cat” thicket. From that letter we quote as follows:
“A John was the fore-runner of the Savior, so also the Baptists are the harbinger of a better civilization. Soon the Methodist’s shout will be heard on the path, blazed out by the Baptists, then other denominations will fall into line. When all things see to be complete, the Old School Presbyterians will come forward and put on the cap sheaf and give all things a finishing touch, as they are a people that do not gout out to the highways and hedges, but remain in the walled cities until the paths are made smooth.”
Alfred Connelly was a democrat of the rock ribbed sort, as no kind of party calamity could shock his faith. Some years ago there was presented to him a democratic campaign handkerchief with Grover Cleveland’s picture upon it, and his conversations, truly strong even in death, he demanded that is be place in his hand when he prepared for the grave. Grand old patriot! He had no fear standing before the judgment wrapped in the colors of his p___faith! He had long since passed allotted time foe the man’s habitation on earth and when the trump sounded for him to pass over the river, like the brave soldier, that he was, he could answer, “I am ready.”
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