The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-05-14
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Correspondence KenOsha Telegraph.
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FD1roRs OF TELEGRAPH:-When the victim
Of the grave sinks to his final rest, and the eye
of sympathy is moistened with a vivid recol-
lection of his virtues, it is well that somthing
beyond a brief and passing tribute should do
honor to his memory. m"t1
This little offering to the memory of the
deceased, is the dictate of devotion to the
cause of our country, and of affection for the
brave and noble youth, " hose lamp Of life
has been suddenly extinguished in the service
of the country. .at.
The subject of this notice was born in the
Town of Geneseo Livingston Co., New York,
and when quite young emigrated therefrom
and settled with his fathers family in Wheat
land Kenosha Co., Wis, where he resided I'M
til he enlisted in Co.. 'T'. Of the 33rd regiment
of Wis, Vol. He enlisted as a matter of prin-
ciplc and not from idle curiosity, and he faith
fully and co~nscientiously discharged his whole
duty as a soldier, until laid PROSTATE by dis
ease, about four weeks before his death. AT
the early age Of twenty-one years, on the 3rd
day of April last, at the military hospital near
Memphis Tenn, he died, not with fear and
dark forebodings as to the future, but like a
hero, with a firm reliance upon God, and with
a christian resignation and submission to his
sad and untimely fate. His earthly remains
were conveyed to his former home in Wheat
land, and committed to the earth, amid the
tears and lamentations of his widowed moth
CT. brothers, sisters and boyhood friends. He
was a young man of much promise, and the
soul 0 fhonor, virtue, and integrity. Possess
cd of a pleasing address, gentle manners, and
of Il kind and generous disposition, he was
much loved by his kindred, and universally
respected and esteemed by all who knew him.
Just verging into manhood, in the full pos
session of all his mental faculties, his short
life was suddenly and unexpectedly termina-
ted, far from home and kindred. The dark
curtain of the grave now enshrouds him from
our view, and memory only can treasure up
his virtues. To die SO young is melancholy,
though iii 10 form does death appear and not
strike a thrill to the hearts of the living. 1t
reminds us how frail we are, how feeble and
feeting is the hold we have upon life, and how
closely the pathway which we travel, lies to
the borders of the tomb. But death came to
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strangers, III the spring time of life, and when
spring was opening upon the pomps and glo-
ries of summer, like the cloud that wells the
morning sun Or the blight that settles on a
bursting flower.
Death comes to us all. 1t is the c~atastro-
phe which makes life a tragedy, shrouding its
close in gloom, and believing it with tears.
Yet it makes the lncanest of us sacred it in
stalls the humblest in human respect it lends
to vice a shield that protects it from insult
while it hallows social merit and virtue.
But the spirit of my friend, though it has
forsaken its earthly house, it lives in a nobler
mansion prepared for it, where no eye nor
view can penetrate, in the full enjoyments Of
the rewards of q well spent life, and where
neither war nor runor of war shall reach it
more. Truly the form may moulder to its
native dust but for the memory Of the Just
and good there is no grave.
$50 sleep the brave who sink to rest
With all their country wishes blesi,
When spring with dewy fingers cole,
Returning decks their hallowed mould.
She there shall lind a swCeter sod
Than fancy. feet have ever trod,
There honor comes, a pilgrim gray,