The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1906-05-23

but in life web spent there re.
mains memory that shall live on
and on even to the end of time, anC
shall shine in the eyer-wending Of
its way down through the lives Of
the generations yet to come a.
brightly as the evening stars, and
shall run its course and live through
out eternity. Thus a page ascrib.
ed to the memory Of such dead shall
not be written in vain.
This father, husband, friend and
sweet counsellor was born before the
birth of his native state, in Har-
rison County, Va, December goth,
1888, near the site of the old fam
lily home on Elk Creek in the south
ern part of the county, and departed
this life at Bridgeport, W. Va.
May 18th, 1906. On March 3rd
1869, he was married to Lucinda
Hawkins, daughter of one of the
pioneer families Of the county
After exactly nine months of happy
union with this young bride she
was called from him, and the reaper
death terminated what promised to
be successful and happy career.
Five years later, October 22nd,
1874, he was married to Sabra Nom
roe, daughter of John Monroe, who
survives him, to which union three
children we're born all of whom
participated in the last sad rites of
their fathers death and burial. They
are Walker T. Sutton, of Elkins,
W. Va; Chas, A. Sutton and Mrs
Maud Sutton Batten, of Bridge
port, W. Va. For twenty or more
years Mr.. Sutton had been a con-
sistent and faithful member of the
Methodist Episcopal church; he
lived to see his family grow up to
become useful and respected citi-
zens and who to his last hour re
manned true to the teachings i'm
parted to them by a kind father, a
painstaking and consecrated mother.
War, the thing that tries mems
souls had no terrors for this man.
for at the call of his country he en-
listed at his first opportunity il
Company z. 18th Regiment, West
Virginia Vol. Infantry, and served
through its trying scenes, being
honorably discharged July 10Th
1865, after which he returned to his
old home TO again take up the pur
suits Of common, honest citizen.
What greater sacrifice could any
man render to his country? h
lived, as was bis hope, his prayer
to see a union made glorious, mad,
powerful. one under whose flag h,
always loved to bow with recogni
ton and respect, and under who's
/ immunity and franchise he foun,
it pleasant to live and victorious t
die!
The old soldiers who fought t
1 perpetuate our country, our live
and our fortunes are fast passin,
away. A dozen years yet an
scarcely any shall abide with us uF
on whose heads we may place on
garlands of love and devotion, an
upon whose brow we may shed
tear Of gratitude for the sacrific
they paid for the perpetuity of>thi
nation whose clarion signal echoe
and re-echoes round the world pre-
claiming peace, liberty, union an
the pursuits Of happiness made pos
sible by the blood Of its heroic MAJ
tyrs. Blot out their names fror
history and YOU take from the worl
her shining glorics and rob man 0
his most illustrious examples. The
were men with lofty genius and al
the pillars on whose mighty sum
nit rests the fabric of this republic
And at this memorial season of tn
year, John Sutton, the soldier an
patriot, has laid aside the armou
of warfare and sleeps amid til
mingled tears and flowers of lovin
! friends, who shall henceforth fel
toon with roses the mound whic
tells where sleeps the true and tn
brave.
So LOYALTY devoted was he to hi
! country that one of his last reques-
made TO his son, Charles, was tins
, the following epitaph be inscribe
upon his grave-stone:
"Here lies the body Of John
Sutton, an old soldier who
fought under God and under
the flag for has eopntryf
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