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Pilot
June 20, 1878
Jottings on the Street, No. 3
Leisurely walking on from our last point of observation, and not intending to introduce the occupants of private residences to public notice, the sign—“James Stoop, Merchant Tailor,” tells the business prosecuted beneath it.
            It also reminds one of the Mr. Stoop of some 40 years ago; and that the sons and daughters of the Father. Opposite, “Morrison’s Hotel” holds out its invitation; and adjoining it, the sign “St. Andrews House” also gives a silent invite to the hungry and the weary.
            A little below is a small “Lunch House,” where those who do not find it convenient to wait for regular meals can always get refreshment. Next Mr. Stoop’s establishment is the store and dwelling of Jr. R. Bradford, Esq., the same gentleman who recently returned from his European tour; and who expatiates in fervid description of the scenery of France. France seems to be his idol-land. Passing on, on the same side of Water Street, we find a well-filled store kept by a Mr. McLaughlin; and over it, the “Standard” newspaper printing office.
            All around these place, and approximate, are the relics of “Old Times;” and the youth of today would find many an interesting circumstance, if all were related. Next to this Store, and the “Standard” office, is the antiquated residence of Mr. John Lochary. This aged townsman, a native or Ireland, has been a long resident here, 58 years last march, and at one time in his life’s business-history, when “times were good” in SA; carried on a brisk and flourishing mercantile trade. He was always reputed a man of strict integrity in all his dealings. the close “shutters” now tell in mute and melancholy tone that, the once enterprising Mr. Lochary has ended his industrious career; and that, the press of years and old age have come—to change all of the past; and, in monitory pleadings point his vision away from the “closed shutters” to behold in grand exchange—the open, pearly gates of a City whose “builder and maker is God.”
            The old St. Andrews Coffee House, of ninety-five years ago, will demand attention in our next issue. Written documents of “Pounds, Shillings, and Pence,” in connection with the old “Coffee House,” have been kindly handed us by a friend to aid us in the coming details. Our readers, will please exercise patience and the Bay Pilot will try to satisfy

Beacon
Oct 8, 1903
His Journey Ended
Neil Lochary Drags Himself to St. Andrews to Die
Sick and half-famished with cold and hunger, Neil Lochary, the aged school master, dragged himself on board the CPR train at the Shore Line crossing, on Saturday. On arrival at St. Andrews he tried to walk up the street, but his strength failed him. A passing express team picked him up, and at the direction of the secretary of the Alms House board he was taken to the Alms House. A physician was sent for, but his ministrations could not recall the strength to the wasted frame. He lingered until early Monday morning when death put an end to his wanderings. The deceased was 81 years o age, and a native of Donegal, Ireland. Early in life he came to St. Andrews with his father. The latter carried on a large business here for a number of years. Neil was well educated and for years taught school. For the past twenty years he had led wandering existence, tramping from place to place, teaching in some of the back districts for a time and then moving on to some other locality. Though the possessor considerable property he paid little attention to his personal appearance or comfort. Last winter he was found near Piskahegan in a half-frozen state and brought to St. Andrews. A soon as he had partially recovered his strength he bade adieu to St. Andrews and resumed his trampish life. The end has now come. The deceased has a brother and sister in comfortable circumstances in St. Stephen. They would have cared for him but he would not permit them. His funeral took place on Tuesday afternoon.