The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1874-01-15

1t is melancholy pleasure, when our
friends pass away, TO dwell on their
memories and recall the events of their
lives.
CALVIN PERKINS JONES was born on the
10th day of November, 1889, at Pulaski
Tenn, and died in Pulaski, on the 9TH
day of January, 1874, at the residence
of his father. He graduated at the Mil
itary University of Nashville in 1861.
and commenced his life as soldier, hav-
ing been commissioned by Gov. Harris,
in the Confederate army, as Adjt. of the
S2d Tenn. Regiment of Infantry.
At the close of the arduous campaign,
which terminated in the surrender of
Fort DOnelson, he was thrown into pris-
on in a weak condition of health. Con-
slant exposure and fatigue had brought
on severe attack of pneumonia, from
the effects of which he never entirely re-
covered and, which, at the time, so
Frustrated him, that he was unable to
accompany his regiment to prison, and
was left for few weeks at Columbus,
ONO. lie was subsequently removed to
Fort Warren, where he was again pros
trated by pneumonia. At the exchange
of the Fort DOnelsOn prisoners, Lieut..
Jones was reported as too i'll to be
moved. He was subsequently permitted
TO visit Baltimore on parOl, where his
health gradually improved under the
kind attentions which he received IN
that hespitable city. Being afterwards
allowed to return to his home as unfit
for military service, his enthusiastic
temperament would not permit him to
remain idle, and he re-iOined the army
at Chiekamauga. His exhausted frame
soon gave way under the labors and ex-
pOsures of the retreat from Chattanooga,
and he was sent TO the hospital at Macon,
Georgia. Here he remained until sever
al months after the surrender of the
Confederate forces, being unable to
travel on account of illness.
At length he returned to his home. a
relic of war, detected in spirit, and
wrecked in health. Having entered on
the practice of law, from which exciting
profession his failing health soon forced
him to retire, he sought ia the life of a
farmer, the rest which he 50 nIleb need
ed. he found leisure from his new oe-
eupatiOn to indulge in literary pursuits,
always the most cOngenial to his taste.
He was engaged, at the time of his
death, in preparing a novel of which
the scene was laid mainly in his native
town of Pulaski, and which was de-
designed to represent the career and
death of Lieut.. Davis. the gallant Con-
! federate scout. This work was nearly
completed, and it is hoped NAV vet he
given to the public.
Gifted by Nature with rare musical
! talent, and vivid poetic imagination.
/ he delighted IN solitude or in the com
pany of his guitar, while visions OF
Z beauty or strains of melody foated he
/ fore his mind, and muffIed the footStens
I of approaching death. The following
/ lines, among other touching pieces found
/ in his scrap-boOk, portray the pathetic
beauty OF his fancy, and the purity OF
/ his taste:
When l die, let me rest In the land OF
my birth;
Let the sad dropping willow wave over
my tomb,
Around let the wild-aOwers IIoved In
my youth
Scatter fragrance above me, and smile
as they bloom.
Let no towering marble rise over my
To point to the passsr nay place Of re
pose,
Or laud to the heavens the virtues
have
For few are my virtues, and many my
woes.
Let the bird Of the wildwood chant he
sweet lay
Amid spreading branches that wave ole
the lea,
At the dawn Of the morn, or the clos
of the day
. Let her sing undisturbed, for her son
is 20 me.
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