"Died.In this village, on Friday the 6th inst., Montgomery P. Pitcher, in the 29th year of his age.The deceased was the son of the late lieu. Gov. N. Pitcher, and at the time of his death was about taking his degree of M.D., a profession which his superior talents and acquirements would have adorned.He had been on a visit to his brother in Detroit, and lived but a few days after his return.His sudden death has created a sensation in this village, deep and mournful.Endeared to all by his talents, by his agreeable manners, and by a noble and generous nature, his name will be long remembered.We can scarely realize that our friend is dead-that he, who a few weeks ago was full of life and health,-who was making so many noble resolutions and forming plans of future usefulness, is now lying in his grave.We cannot realize that he is gone-but alas! we have followed him to his final resting place, and our eyes shall see him no more forever.In this lamented death there have been high hopes blighted-fair promises of future eminence destroyed-talents prematurely wrecked-a friend lost.Well might the words of Hallec be applied to him-None knew him but to love him, None named him but to praise.In the silent churchyard ground, by the side of parents who have gone before him, he sleeps in death.The trials and troubles of this thorny life will no more disturb him.The hand that was ever extended to the poor and needy is lifeless-the eye that beamed with intelligence is dull and cold.In the pride of his young years he has fallen. The voice said cry, and he said what shall I cry?All flesh is grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of the grass.The grass withereth and the flower thereof fadeth away."
Tuesday morning, August 10, 1841, Sandy Hill [New York] Herald, New York State Archives