Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1907-03-27
In Memory Of Capt. iohn Lee.

ems, but now Oconee county, was
born Capt. John Lee, lately of Fair
Play. He was a son of VIM. @. Lee.
He was married to Miss Laura
Bruce, of Anderson county.
He joined the Methodist church
at Rock Springs when about Is
years of age. Through these years
he saw life in many of its varied
phases, met the tempter al all men
meet him, lived a long ~eyentful life,
but through it all raj a quiet Chris
tian. He was not an enthusiastic,
laxative religionist like some men
who have gone the measure of sin
and in returning have een how far
it is back to their lost estate. In.
stead he never wandered far from
the road, but was v 9 the same
kind, gentle, happy-hearted follower
of Hin whom he decided to follow
years ago in his youth.
He was a soldier. In 1882 he
joined Company A, Goth Regiment,
South Carolina Volunteers, and
served on Sullivan's Island at
Charleston and in Virginia. He
entered as private, but was promoted
to orderly sergeant, lieutenant and
captain. He was wounded in the
shoulder at the battle of Cold Har-
Dor ; at another time was captured,
but escaped.
He ha3 three brothers who were
soldieSs-David, William and Harry.
Harry was MORALLY wounded at the
battle of Seven Pines and vas buried
at Richmond. The others survived.
Only one now lives-David, William
having died years ago.
AS a conversationalist and narrator
of scenes of the war Capt. Lee had
few superiors. The writer, from his
youngest boyhood, remembers listen
ing to his story of wartime adven-
ture. He could hold you as Cole
ridges Mariner held the wedding
guest.
He leaves one sister, Mrs. j. HI.
Sigh, of Red Hill, Ca; one brother,
D. H. Lee, of Lodi, Texas, and the
following children: VIM. @. Lee, of
Anderson; John j. Lee, of Fair
Play; D.. H. Lee, of Atlanta; Mrs.
T. r. Harris, of Fair Play Mrs.
Hattie Anderson, of Anderson
county, and Joe S. Lee, of Birming-
ham, Ala.
For several years he had been in
feeble health. His son, Joe, has
been the sustaining strength of his
declining age in giving him all the
comforts and medical aid he needed.
Since the death of his wife, about
twenty years ago, he has lived with
bis sister, Mrs. j. H. Sigh, of Red
Hill, Ca, and his daughter, Mrs.
T. r. Harris, of Fair Play, S. G.
He was not a scholar, he was not
a great man as the world counts
greatness, but he had some qualities
that make men great and scholars
perfect. In everything he did there
was a perfection, a polish about it
which made it complete. He was a
lover of flowers and birds, and was
as tender-hearted as a girl. AL
though sorrow passed his way he
bore it like the man he was, and
looked on the side of the cloud
which had the silver lining.
For several days prior to his
death he was unconscious. The eye
that flashed and the voice that rang
out amidst the din of battles in Vir-
ginia did not blast with the fire of
the fray, did not murmur as did the
great Napoleon, cat the head of the
army" for that "Arthurian Legend
of '65," through which he passed,
was long since gone, and he was a
soldier of peace as well as of war.
Instead, he spoke in his delirious
moments of wanting to go home.
And now we believe he has gone
home.
He was buried at Seneca, by the
side of his wife, to await the resur-