VETERAN
Corp - Co. E 6th IN Inf
Pvt - Co. E 3rd IN Cav
Capt - Co. C 13th IN Inf
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(Information submitted by Karen Phillips #46884884)
The Madison Courier, Jefferson Co., IN
2 Oct 1894
Death of David McClure
Colonel William S. McClure last night received a telegram from Chicago announcing the death of his brother, David McClure. The deceased was born and reared to manhood in Madison, and was the son-in-law of the late Captain Charles David. He leaves a wife and several children. When the first call for Union volunteers was issued by President Lincoln, David McClure was one of the first to enlist in the first company recruited here--namely Co.E, Captain Jerry C. Sullivan, of the Sixth Indiana Infantry, and was chosen Corporal of the company. He afterwards served two years as a private in Co. E Third Indiana Cavalry, and still later on he raised and was elected Captain of Co. C, of the 13th Indiana Cavalry. After the war was over, he returned home, and later moved with his family to Louisville where he was employed for a time in the revenue service, afterwards moving to Chicago, where he died. His remains will be brought to Madison for interment, and he will be buried with military honors.
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Note: Cemetery records and Illinois Death Index show "David G. McClure"
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Submitted by Karen Phillips #46884884
Chicago Daily Tribune
2 Oct 1894
Front Page
SAD STORY OF A LIFE.
ONCE WEALTHY MAN DIES IN A FIVE-CENT LODGING -HOUSE.
"Col." David G. McClure, Known and Respected Not Long Ago as a Refined and Well-to-Do Southerner, Comes to a Pitiful End--He was a Veteran of the War and Inherited a Fortune of $100,000, Which He Squandered--His History Told by Acquaintances.
"Col." David G. McClure, once a wealthy and refined Southerner and a politician of some note, was found dead yesterday morning on a dirty cot, in the basement of the Atlas, a five-cent lodging house in Custom-House place.
This was the ending of a life filled with promise. Col. McClure, as he was known, was born at Madison, Ind., fifty years ago. His father, Dr. McClure, was one of the most respected citizens of the place and gave to his son the benefits of an excellent education. When he arrived at manhood he went to Louisville, Ky., where he married, his wife's family being of the blue blood of Kentucky. On the breaking out of the war he returned to Madison, and enlisted for the Union in a regiment from that place as a private, served all through the war, and returned home with the rank of Captain. He again went to Louisville and shortly after inherited an estate worth $100,000, which he squandered. His money was free to those who needed it worse than himself, and no one was refused who came to him in real or pretended want.
It is as the "Colonel" was then that those who knew him like to think of him. Large, finely-built, and with a handsome, jovial, good-natured face, his friends were legion, his enemies none. He soon began to go down-hill, and by the time his fortune was gone he was a confirmed drunkard with redemption nearly impossible. His wife, of whom he could not speak without tears gathering in his eyes, stood by him through all, and when his fortune had been squandered she persuaded him to start life anew and to give up his old habits. When Grover Cleveland was inaugurated President the first time "Col." McClure was given a position under the Internal Revenue Collector at Louisville. This position he lost with the change of administration in 1888, and he then came to Chicago and for a time prospered. But discouragement attending loss of income and employment led him to resort to his former habits, and step by step he went downward until the end came in a miserable hovel. For several weeks he haunted the cheap saloons in the vicinity of Clark and Van Buren streets, sleeping sometimes in the Medinah Temple, people in authority there being friends of his happier and more prosperous days.
Charles S. Morton, formerly a member of the Chicago Board of Trade, was born at Madison, Ind., and has known Col. McClure since childhood. He was one of the first call at the Atlas House yesterday.
"Poor Dave," he said. "A better hearted man never lived. He was a man of exceedingly congenial temperament. His purse was anybody's when he had funds, and much of the money he has got away with was given to charity. Although he was born in Madison, Ind., he was of Southern disposition. For a long time he did not touch liquor, but dullness in business caused him to become despondent and blue and that is supposed to be the cause of his downfall."
In the same hovel sat another man who said his fate would be similar to that of Col. McClure. He also was a man of education who had fallen through drink. His grief was poignant and the tears flowed while he told of the life of his dead comrade.
"I met the Colonel," he said, "in Lexington, Ky., sixteen or seventeen years ago, when we were both in better circumstances and were respected. He was a high flyer and went through a fortune of $100,000. After that was gone he reformed and did not drink again until ten weeks ago. Then I met him here ten weeks ago, and he told me he had given drink a wide berth. Two or three days afterwards, when I next saw him, he was drunk, and from that time he has kept so. He was a man of great personal presence, and even in the haunts of the 'barrel-house bums' he was respected and honored. They looked on him with a degree of reverence, so much so that at one place the easiest chair was called the 'Colonel's' and no one but the 'Colonel' was allowed to use it. He had a natural inclination to do right and with a few others of us held himself aloof from the rest and established an aristocracy among 'bums.' When he spoke of his family it was with feeling. He revered his wife, who he designated as a saint. 'She don't pray,' he once told me. 'She just talks with God,' and the tears would roll down his cheeks. You may think it strange there is a belief among us in God, but there is, and I am certain that if pool old Colonel knew he was going and had time to say it his last words were 'God be merciful to me, a sinner.' I known the same fate awaits me, but I can't help it."
The family of McClure lives in Hyde Park and the widow has lately received an inheritance of $30,000 by the death of her father.
Investigation by the police led to the conclusion that Capt. McClure's death was caused by an overdose of morphine.
Corp - Co. E 6th IN Inf
Pvt - Co. E 3rd IN Cav
Capt - Co. C 13th IN Inf
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(Information submitted by Karen Phillips #46884884)
The Madison Courier, Jefferson Co., IN
2 Oct 1894
Death of David McClure
Colonel William S. McClure last night received a telegram from Chicago announcing the death of his brother, David McClure. The deceased was born and reared to manhood in Madison, and was the son-in-law of the late Captain Charles David. He leaves a wife and several children. When the first call for Union volunteers was issued by President Lincoln, David McClure was one of the first to enlist in the first company recruited here--namely Co.E, Captain Jerry C. Sullivan, of the Sixth Indiana Infantry, and was chosen Corporal of the company. He afterwards served two years as a private in Co. E Third Indiana Cavalry, and still later on he raised and was elected Captain of Co. C, of the 13th Indiana Cavalry. After the war was over, he returned home, and later moved with his family to Louisville where he was employed for a time in the revenue service, afterwards moving to Chicago, where he died. His remains will be brought to Madison for interment, and he will be buried with military honors.
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Note: Cemetery records and Illinois Death Index show "David G. McClure"
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Submitted by Karen Phillips #46884884
Chicago Daily Tribune
2 Oct 1894
Front Page
SAD STORY OF A LIFE.
ONCE WEALTHY MAN DIES IN A FIVE-CENT LODGING -HOUSE.
"Col." David G. McClure, Known and Respected Not Long Ago as a Refined and Well-to-Do Southerner, Comes to a Pitiful End--He was a Veteran of the War and Inherited a Fortune of $100,000, Which He Squandered--His History Told by Acquaintances.
"Col." David G. McClure, once a wealthy and refined Southerner and a politician of some note, was found dead yesterday morning on a dirty cot, in the basement of the Atlas, a five-cent lodging house in Custom-House place.
This was the ending of a life filled with promise. Col. McClure, as he was known, was born at Madison, Ind., fifty years ago. His father, Dr. McClure, was one of the most respected citizens of the place and gave to his son the benefits of an excellent education. When he arrived at manhood he went to Louisville, Ky., where he married, his wife's family being of the blue blood of Kentucky. On the breaking out of the war he returned to Madison, and enlisted for the Union in a regiment from that place as a private, served all through the war, and returned home with the rank of Captain. He again went to Louisville and shortly after inherited an estate worth $100,000, which he squandered. His money was free to those who needed it worse than himself, and no one was refused who came to him in real or pretended want.
It is as the "Colonel" was then that those who knew him like to think of him. Large, finely-built, and with a handsome, jovial, good-natured face, his friends were legion, his enemies none. He soon began to go down-hill, and by the time his fortune was gone he was a confirmed drunkard with redemption nearly impossible. His wife, of whom he could not speak without tears gathering in his eyes, stood by him through all, and when his fortune had been squandered she persuaded him to start life anew and to give up his old habits. When Grover Cleveland was inaugurated President the first time "Col." McClure was given a position under the Internal Revenue Collector at Louisville. This position he lost with the change of administration in 1888, and he then came to Chicago and for a time prospered. But discouragement attending loss of income and employment led him to resort to his former habits, and step by step he went downward until the end came in a miserable hovel. For several weeks he haunted the cheap saloons in the vicinity of Clark and Van Buren streets, sleeping sometimes in the Medinah Temple, people in authority there being friends of his happier and more prosperous days.
Charles S. Morton, formerly a member of the Chicago Board of Trade, was born at Madison, Ind., and has known Col. McClure since childhood. He was one of the first call at the Atlas House yesterday.
"Poor Dave," he said. "A better hearted man never lived. He was a man of exceedingly congenial temperament. His purse was anybody's when he had funds, and much of the money he has got away with was given to charity. Although he was born in Madison, Ind., he was of Southern disposition. For a long time he did not touch liquor, but dullness in business caused him to become despondent and blue and that is supposed to be the cause of his downfall."
In the same hovel sat another man who said his fate would be similar to that of Col. McClure. He also was a man of education who had fallen through drink. His grief was poignant and the tears flowed while he told of the life of his dead comrade.
"I met the Colonel," he said, "in Lexington, Ky., sixteen or seventeen years ago, when we were both in better circumstances and were respected. He was a high flyer and went through a fortune of $100,000. After that was gone he reformed and did not drink again until ten weeks ago. Then I met him here ten weeks ago, and he told me he had given drink a wide berth. Two or three days afterwards, when I next saw him, he was drunk, and from that time he has kept so. He was a man of great personal presence, and even in the haunts of the 'barrel-house bums' he was respected and honored. They looked on him with a degree of reverence, so much so that at one place the easiest chair was called the 'Colonel's' and no one but the 'Colonel' was allowed to use it. He had a natural inclination to do right and with a few others of us held himself aloof from the rest and established an aristocracy among 'bums.' When he spoke of his family it was with feeling. He revered his wife, who he designated as a saint. 'She don't pray,' he once told me. 'She just talks with God,' and the tears would roll down his cheeks. You may think it strange there is a belief among us in God, but there is, and I am certain that if pool old Colonel knew he was going and had time to say it his last words were 'God be merciful to me, a sinner.' I known the same fate awaits me, but I can't help it."
The family of McClure lives in Hyde Park and the widow has lately received an inheritance of $30,000 by the death of her father.
Investigation by the police led to the conclusion that Capt. McClure's death was caused by an overdose of morphine.
VETERAN
Corp - Co. E 6th IN Inf
Pvt - Co. E 3rd IN Cav
Capt - Co. C 13th IN Inf
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(Information submitted by Karen Phillips #46884884)
The Madison Courier, Jefferson Co., IN
2 Oct 1894
Death of David McClure
Colonel William S. McClure last night received a telegram from Chicago announcing the death of his brother, David McClure. The deceased was born and reared to manhood in Madison, and was the son-in-law of the late Captain Charles David. He leaves a wife and several children. When the first call for Union volunteers was issued by President Lincoln, David McClure was one of the first to enlist in the first company recruited here--namely Co.E, Captain Jerry C. Sullivan, of the Sixth Indiana Infantry, and was chosen Corporal of the company. He afterwards served two years as a private in Co. E Third Indiana Cavalry, and still later on he raised and was elected Captain of Co. C, of the 13th Indiana Cavalry. After the war was over, he returned home, and later moved with his family to Louisville where he was employed for a time in the revenue service, afterwards moving to Chicago, where he died. His remains will be brought to Madison for interment, and he will be buried with military honors.
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Note: Cemetery records and Illinois Death Index show "David G. McClure"
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Submitted by Karen Phillips #46884884
Chicago Daily Tribune
2 Oct 1894
Front Page
SAD STORY OF A LIFE.
ONCE WEALTHY MAN DIES IN A FIVE-CENT LODGING -HOUSE.
"Col." David G. McClure, Known and Respected Not Long Ago as a Refined and Well-to-Do Southerner, Comes to a Pitiful End--He was a Veteran of the War and Inherited a Fortune of $100,000, Which He Squandered--His History Told by Acquaintances.
"Col." David G. McClure, once a wealthy and refined Southerner and a politician of some note, was found dead yesterday morning on a dirty cot, in the basement of the Atlas, a five-cent lodging house in Custom-House place.
This was the ending of a life filled with promise. Col. McClure, as he was known, was born at Madison, Ind., fifty years ago. His father, Dr. McClure, was one of the most respected citizens of the place and gave to his son the benefits of an excellent education. When he arrived at manhood he went to Louisville, Ky., where he married, his wife's family being of the blue blood of Kentucky. On the breaking out of the war he returned to Madison, and enlisted for the Union in a regiment from that place as a private, served all through the war, and returned home with the rank of Captain. He again went to Louisville and shortly after inherited an estate worth $100,000, which he squandered. His money was free to those who needed it worse than himself, and no one was refused who came to him in real or pretended want.
It is as the "Colonel" was then that those who knew him like to think of him. Large, finely-built, and with a handsome, jovial, good-natured face, his friends were legion, his enemies none. He soon began to go down-hill, and by the time his fortune was gone he was a confirmed drunkard with redemption nearly impossible. His wife, of whom he could not speak without tears gathering in his eyes, stood by him through all, and when his fortune had been squandered she persuaded him to start life anew and to give up his old habits. When Grover Cleveland was inaugurated President the first time "Col." McClure was given a position under the Internal Revenue Collector at Louisville. This position he lost with the change of administration in 1888, and he then came to Chicago and for a time prospered. But discouragement attending loss of income and employment led him to resort to his former habits, and step by step he went downward until the end came in a miserable hovel. For several weeks he haunted the cheap saloons in the vicinity of Clark and Van Buren streets, sleeping sometimes in the Medinah Temple, people in authority there being friends of his happier and more prosperous days.
Charles S. Morton, formerly a member of the Chicago Board of Trade, was born at Madison, Ind., and has known Col. McClure since childhood. He was one of the first call at the Atlas House yesterday.
"Poor Dave," he said. "A better hearted man never lived. He was a man of exceedingly congenial temperament. His purse was anybody's when he had funds, and much of the money he has got away with was given to charity. Although he was born in Madison, Ind., he was of Southern disposition. For a long time he did not touch liquor, but dullness in business caused him to become despondent and blue and that is supposed to be the cause of his downfall."
In the same hovel sat another man who said his fate would be similar to that of Col. McClure. He also was a man of education who had fallen through drink. His grief was poignant and the tears flowed while he told of the life of his dead comrade.
"I met the Colonel," he said, "in Lexington, Ky., sixteen or seventeen years ago, when we were both in better circumstances and were respected. He was a high flyer and went through a fortune of $100,000. After that was gone he reformed and did not drink again until ten weeks ago. Then I met him here ten weeks ago, and he told me he had given drink a wide berth. Two or three days afterwards, when I next saw him, he was drunk, and from that time he has kept so. He was a man of great personal presence, and even in the haunts of the 'barrel-house bums' he was respected and honored. They looked on him with a degree of reverence, so much so that at one place the easiest chair was called the 'Colonel's' and no one but the 'Colonel' was allowed to use it. He had a natural inclination to do right and with a few others of us held himself aloof from the rest and established an aristocracy among 'bums.' When he spoke of his family it was with feeling. He revered his wife, who he designated as a saint. 'She don't pray,' he once told me. 'She just talks with God,' and the tears would roll down his cheeks. You may think it strange there is a belief among us in God, but there is, and I am certain that if pool old Colonel knew he was going and had time to say it his last words were 'God be merciful to me, a sinner.' I known the same fate awaits me, but I can't help it."
The family of McClure lives in Hyde Park and the widow has lately received an inheritance of $30,000 by the death of her father.
Investigation by the police led to the conclusion that Capt. McClure's death was caused by an overdose of morphine.
Corp - Co. E 6th IN Inf
Pvt - Co. E 3rd IN Cav
Capt - Co. C 13th IN Inf
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(Information submitted by Karen Phillips #46884884)
The Madison Courier, Jefferson Co., IN
2 Oct 1894
Death of David McClure
Colonel William S. McClure last night received a telegram from Chicago announcing the death of his brother, David McClure. The deceased was born and reared to manhood in Madison, and was the son-in-law of the late Captain Charles David. He leaves a wife and several children. When the first call for Union volunteers was issued by President Lincoln, David McClure was one of the first to enlist in the first company recruited here--namely Co.E, Captain Jerry C. Sullivan, of the Sixth Indiana Infantry, and was chosen Corporal of the company. He afterwards served two years as a private in Co. E Third Indiana Cavalry, and still later on he raised and was elected Captain of Co. C, of the 13th Indiana Cavalry. After the war was over, he returned home, and later moved with his family to Louisville where he was employed for a time in the revenue service, afterwards moving to Chicago, where he died. His remains will be brought to Madison for interment, and he will be buried with military honors.
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Note: Cemetery records and Illinois Death Index show "David G. McClure"
===============
Submitted by Karen Phillips #46884884
Chicago Daily Tribune
2 Oct 1894
Front Page
SAD STORY OF A LIFE.
ONCE WEALTHY MAN DIES IN A FIVE-CENT LODGING -HOUSE.
"Col." David G. McClure, Known and Respected Not Long Ago as a Refined and Well-to-Do Southerner, Comes to a Pitiful End--He was a Veteran of the War and Inherited a Fortune of $100,000, Which He Squandered--His History Told by Acquaintances.
"Col." David G. McClure, once a wealthy and refined Southerner and a politician of some note, was found dead yesterday morning on a dirty cot, in the basement of the Atlas, a five-cent lodging house in Custom-House place.
This was the ending of a life filled with promise. Col. McClure, as he was known, was born at Madison, Ind., fifty years ago. His father, Dr. McClure, was one of the most respected citizens of the place and gave to his son the benefits of an excellent education. When he arrived at manhood he went to Louisville, Ky., where he married, his wife's family being of the blue blood of Kentucky. On the breaking out of the war he returned to Madison, and enlisted for the Union in a regiment from that place as a private, served all through the war, and returned home with the rank of Captain. He again went to Louisville and shortly after inherited an estate worth $100,000, which he squandered. His money was free to those who needed it worse than himself, and no one was refused who came to him in real or pretended want.
It is as the "Colonel" was then that those who knew him like to think of him. Large, finely-built, and with a handsome, jovial, good-natured face, his friends were legion, his enemies none. He soon began to go down-hill, and by the time his fortune was gone he was a confirmed drunkard with redemption nearly impossible. His wife, of whom he could not speak without tears gathering in his eyes, stood by him through all, and when his fortune had been squandered she persuaded him to start life anew and to give up his old habits. When Grover Cleveland was inaugurated President the first time "Col." McClure was given a position under the Internal Revenue Collector at Louisville. This position he lost with the change of administration in 1888, and he then came to Chicago and for a time prospered. But discouragement attending loss of income and employment led him to resort to his former habits, and step by step he went downward until the end came in a miserable hovel. For several weeks he haunted the cheap saloons in the vicinity of Clark and Van Buren streets, sleeping sometimes in the Medinah Temple, people in authority there being friends of his happier and more prosperous days.
Charles S. Morton, formerly a member of the Chicago Board of Trade, was born at Madison, Ind., and has known Col. McClure since childhood. He was one of the first call at the Atlas House yesterday.
"Poor Dave," he said. "A better hearted man never lived. He was a man of exceedingly congenial temperament. His purse was anybody's when he had funds, and much of the money he has got away with was given to charity. Although he was born in Madison, Ind., he was of Southern disposition. For a long time he did not touch liquor, but dullness in business caused him to become despondent and blue and that is supposed to be the cause of his downfall."
In the same hovel sat another man who said his fate would be similar to that of Col. McClure. He also was a man of education who had fallen through drink. His grief was poignant and the tears flowed while he told of the life of his dead comrade.
"I met the Colonel," he said, "in Lexington, Ky., sixteen or seventeen years ago, when we were both in better circumstances and were respected. He was a high flyer and went through a fortune of $100,000. After that was gone he reformed and did not drink again until ten weeks ago. Then I met him here ten weeks ago, and he told me he had given drink a wide berth. Two or three days afterwards, when I next saw him, he was drunk, and from that time he has kept so. He was a man of great personal presence, and even in the haunts of the 'barrel-house bums' he was respected and honored. They looked on him with a degree of reverence, so much so that at one place the easiest chair was called the 'Colonel's' and no one but the 'Colonel' was allowed to use it. He had a natural inclination to do right and with a few others of us held himself aloof from the rest and established an aristocracy among 'bums.' When he spoke of his family it was with feeling. He revered his wife, who he designated as a saint. 'She don't pray,' he once told me. 'She just talks with God,' and the tears would roll down his cheeks. You may think it strange there is a belief among us in God, but there is, and I am certain that if pool old Colonel knew he was going and had time to say it his last words were 'God be merciful to me, a sinner.' I known the same fate awaits me, but I can't help it."
The family of McClure lives in Hyde Park and the widow has lately received an inheritance of $30,000 by the death of her father.
Investigation by the police led to the conclusion that Capt. McClure's death was caused by an overdose of morphine.
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