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Frederick Winchert Tally

Birth
Tennessee, USA
Death
17 Aug 1870 (aged 37–38)
Shreveport, Caddo Parish, Louisiana, USA
Burial
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The son of Shreveport mayor Martin Tally and Eliza Holland.
F. W married Elizabeth H. Fite of Panola County, Texas. Their known children are:
Martin Tally II
Fredrieka Tally Carter
Eliza Holland Tally Alston
Frank Winchert/Winchester Tally
Edward Tally
Lou Tally
Frederick Winchert Tally II
Paul Tally
Brenna Tally Hembree
Lucy Tally
Mabel Tally

F. W. was killed in a dramatic encounter which was compounded by the tragedy of two of the Tally children, Lou and FW II, dying within days of each other. The remaining Tallys moved to Panola County, Texas where Elizabeth worked as a milliner.

The South-Western.
Wednesday, August 24, 1870
Page 2

Mr. Fred W. Tally, who was shot by Mr. Elias O'Neal, of Bossier parish, on the 16th, died the next day. He was shot in the left side, but it was impossible to probe the wound, and it was only conjectured that the ball ranged downwards into or very near the intestines. It was an extremely painful wound, though through suffering and at the door of death he preserved that coolness and fortitude which were so eminently features of his character.

Mr. O'Neal was immediately arrested and taken to jail. As the matter is to undergo judicial investigation, we abstain from any comments.

Wednesday, August 24, 1870
Page 3

In Memoriam.

Died, in Shreveport, on the 17th inst., from the effects of a gun shot wound, FREDERICK WYNNE [sic] TALLY, aged 39 years, 6 months and 16 days.

The subject of this notice had been a citizen of this place almost continuously since the year 1849, at which time he came here with his father from Memphis, Tennessee, in which State he was born. He was married to Miss Elizabeth Fite, of Panola county, Texas. He leaves the mother and eight children, having lost a little daughter only a few days previous to his own death.

From childhood he was a remarkably affectionate son and brother; was a most kind and loving husband under all circumstances, and as a father he was indulgent to a fault. But it is needless to assume that he approached perfection - those who loved him best and mourn him most, wish that he may be spoken of as he was, nothing extenuating, nor setting down aught in malice. And let him who is without sin cast the first stone.

He left home for the Mexican war at the early age of sixteen, and in the army contracted habits which, unfortunately clung to him through life. For he had faults, many grievous faults, but with them possessed many of the best qualities of the heart; and these went very far towards a palliation of his offences. Generous without ostentation, when in a condition to aid the needy, none gave more liberally or more cheerfully. Of a kindly nature, no appeal to his sympathy went unheeded, and no call was ever made upon him for church or minister that he did not respond, and often times more liberally than his means justified. Though fearless and calmly resolute in danger, it could never be said of him that he was a quarrelsome man; and it was a source of consolation to him in his last moments to know that he had received his death wound while acting the peace maker. He was shot on the 16th at 1 o'clock p.m., and died on the following day at 4 p.m.

The Rev. John Wilkinson was called to see him, and in the final hour, he expressed a firm hope that his sins were forgiven him. Conscious up to the last moments, he talked calmly to his friends - expressed deep regrets for his faults, but hoped the grave might cover them, and that his death might wipe out all animosities - that his faults and his errors might be buried with him. He besought those of his friends who were leading irreligious lives to reform, and expressed the hope that he might meet them in heaven. But even before this change of heart, the Reverend gentleman present believed was radical and would accomplish his salvation, he remarked to his father that death did not possess those terrors with which he had ever invested it. During the most intense suffering he was patient and uncomplaining, and reluctant to give trouble to those around him.

The cold tomb enwraps alike his virtues and his faults. Let us, then, remember the first and fling over the last bright mantle of christian charity - reflecting that never yet was man created so perfect but that his noblest attributes were, in some sort, marred.

"Now, seek no more his merits to disclose,
Nor draw his frailties from their dread abode -
There they alike in trembling hope repose -
The bosom of his Father and his God."

A FRIEND.
The son of Shreveport mayor Martin Tally and Eliza Holland.
F. W married Elizabeth H. Fite of Panola County, Texas. Their known children are:
Martin Tally II
Fredrieka Tally Carter
Eliza Holland Tally Alston
Frank Winchert/Winchester Tally
Edward Tally
Lou Tally
Frederick Winchert Tally II
Paul Tally
Brenna Tally Hembree
Lucy Tally
Mabel Tally

F. W. was killed in a dramatic encounter which was compounded by the tragedy of two of the Tally children, Lou and FW II, dying within days of each other. The remaining Tallys moved to Panola County, Texas where Elizabeth worked as a milliner.

The South-Western.
Wednesday, August 24, 1870
Page 2

Mr. Fred W. Tally, who was shot by Mr. Elias O'Neal, of Bossier parish, on the 16th, died the next day. He was shot in the left side, but it was impossible to probe the wound, and it was only conjectured that the ball ranged downwards into or very near the intestines. It was an extremely painful wound, though through suffering and at the door of death he preserved that coolness and fortitude which were so eminently features of his character.

Mr. O'Neal was immediately arrested and taken to jail. As the matter is to undergo judicial investigation, we abstain from any comments.

Wednesday, August 24, 1870
Page 3

In Memoriam.

Died, in Shreveport, on the 17th inst., from the effects of a gun shot wound, FREDERICK WYNNE [sic] TALLY, aged 39 years, 6 months and 16 days.

The subject of this notice had been a citizen of this place almost continuously since the year 1849, at which time he came here with his father from Memphis, Tennessee, in which State he was born. He was married to Miss Elizabeth Fite, of Panola county, Texas. He leaves the mother and eight children, having lost a little daughter only a few days previous to his own death.

From childhood he was a remarkably affectionate son and brother; was a most kind and loving husband under all circumstances, and as a father he was indulgent to a fault. But it is needless to assume that he approached perfection - those who loved him best and mourn him most, wish that he may be spoken of as he was, nothing extenuating, nor setting down aught in malice. And let him who is without sin cast the first stone.

He left home for the Mexican war at the early age of sixteen, and in the army contracted habits which, unfortunately clung to him through life. For he had faults, many grievous faults, but with them possessed many of the best qualities of the heart; and these went very far towards a palliation of his offences. Generous without ostentation, when in a condition to aid the needy, none gave more liberally or more cheerfully. Of a kindly nature, no appeal to his sympathy went unheeded, and no call was ever made upon him for church or minister that he did not respond, and often times more liberally than his means justified. Though fearless and calmly resolute in danger, it could never be said of him that he was a quarrelsome man; and it was a source of consolation to him in his last moments to know that he had received his death wound while acting the peace maker. He was shot on the 16th at 1 o'clock p.m., and died on the following day at 4 p.m.

The Rev. John Wilkinson was called to see him, and in the final hour, he expressed a firm hope that his sins were forgiven him. Conscious up to the last moments, he talked calmly to his friends - expressed deep regrets for his faults, but hoped the grave might cover them, and that his death might wipe out all animosities - that his faults and his errors might be buried with him. He besought those of his friends who were leading irreligious lives to reform, and expressed the hope that he might meet them in heaven. But even before this change of heart, the Reverend gentleman present believed was radical and would accomplish his salvation, he remarked to his father that death did not possess those terrors with which he had ever invested it. During the most intense suffering he was patient and uncomplaining, and reluctant to give trouble to those around him.

The cold tomb enwraps alike his virtues and his faults. Let us, then, remember the first and fling over the last bright mantle of christian charity - reflecting that never yet was man created so perfect but that his noblest attributes were, in some sort, marred.

"Now, seek no more his merits to disclose,
Nor draw his frailties from their dread abode -
There they alike in trembling hope repose -
The bosom of his Father and his God."

A FRIEND.


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