Died, of typhoid “fever, at the home of their father, in Union township, Perry County, Richard S. Boone, August 21, and Hannibal T. Boone, on the morning of September 5, aged respectively 20 and 30 years. The cold chill of the grave has closed over two more great and generous hearts. Two more have been cut off in the very morning of life. The tidings come to us with a peculiar sadness, for we have known both brothers long and intimately, and it seems but yesterday that Richard left us in all the health and strength of his young manhood; his education completed, and with very bright anticipation for the future. Scarlet fever left him a deaf mute when a little boy of six, and he has been for many years a student in the deaf and dumb Institute of this city. Here he won the highest esteem of those who knew him, and was a universal favorite among both the pupils and teachers of the institute. Ever gental and kind, It may be truly said that none knew him but to love him. He was possessed of more than ordinary intellectual ability, and was by some regarded a genius. Hannibal, the elder brother, was not known to the world as a man of brillant talents, or high position, but we who knew him best recoginized in him all the completeness of a christian character. We have scarecely ever in our lives met a man who so strived to surmount all prejudices, and see the good not only in the apparent kindness of others, yet in speech and thought he “charitable.” This charity was the crowning beauty of all that was true and noble in his character, Liven now in this sad home the memory of his goodness steals over our hearts, leaving an impress so sad, yet so sweet that we would not, if we could dispel the gloom that envirous it How hard for that and mother to see her young darling’s eyes chised for age; but far more desolating is the scorn that sweeps over her soul to-day when she relizes that the kind, gentle voice of her oldest born is hushed forever more. Weep not, oh christian mother that God has claimed his own: for though His ways seem dark, yet His smiles are upon thee, His arm is around thee, and His bright angels have thought concerning thee. Rejoice, rather, that there to a homeover whose threshold such weighty griefs as these can not pass. M.V.W

Indianapolis, Sept. 8.

9-9-1874 Indianapolis Sentinel