The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1911-03-15
comrade Jones Mustered Out.

the Grand Army, veteran OF the
civil war, began his last long sleel
last Saturday morning. He had faced
the angel of death on more than one
hard fought battlefield, but this time
the messenger could not be dissuad
ed. Grandpa Jones is no more Of
earth, and many little people among
Ibis descendants will mourn with the
older ones the loss of beloved par
lent. He was their especial friend
Not long ago a man discussing the
state of Mr.. Jones health told us Of
seeing him go down and pull up some
small coins with which to tickle the
hearts of his grandchildren, and the
man thought then that the time was
close when Grandpa Jones might be
the weaker one.
Lyman Morris Jones was born al
GAINESVILLE, Knox county, Ohio, Aug
IL, 1910. He grew to young manhood
at that place, and was educated al
Hespermont seminary at Mt. Gilead
where he graduated. Although his
college days were finished when the
diploma of the seminary was given
him, yet he never ceased to be a
student, and even after the begin
ming of his last sickness he was read
ing and studying. He enjoyed delving
deep into dark and abstruse subjects
that most men would pass by with
hardly a glance. He was close stu.
dent of the evolution of life and was
a little inclined towards Darwinian
theories. In religion was where these
studies showed themselves most clear
ly. While not atfiliating with any OF
the churches or accepting any of the
adopted creeds, it was because he
seemed to see beyond them, and he
lived his religion every day rather
than talk about it in public. He leaves
many selections in verse, all of which
are good, many of them having been
accepted by magazines of the higher
order, where it is task to break
through barriers. Perhaps the best
of these were his war stories in
rhyme.
In 1858 Mr.. Jones, then young
man of eighteen years, came to Iowa
with his parents and settled in Jack
son county, where he made liveli-
hood by teaching school. And it is not
so many years ago that he was still
teaching, though he had come to Craw-
ford county. His last term was taught
in the Nipkow school, where he has
some very staunch friends among the
young people.
When the civil war broke out in
1861 and the drums began to beat in
response to the call for volunteers,
the temptation for adventure was too
great for him to withstand, and on
June I'd, at Galena, ILL.,, he shouldered
his knapsack and marched away to
war with the 10Th III. infantry. He
served three years and four months.
At the battle of Chicamauga he was
taken prisoner, and for three months
he lay in the prison pens of the south.
Then he was paroled and sent to st.
Louis, where he was kept as book
keeper at army headquarters. He re-
ceived his discharge at that place.
He was married May 10, 1866, to
Harriet Jane Humphrey at Lamotte, in
Jackson county. They came to Craw-
ford county in 1880, and to Charter
Oak in 1901. He leaves to grieve over
his death a loving wife and six chill
dren: Harry M. Jones and Mrs. Cora
Schouten, at Dow City; Frank M, at
Schleswig; R. NJ. (Pit) and Mrs. Lii
liam Wright at Charter Oak, and Ar
thur NJ at Rickreall, Oregon.
The following poem was written by
him, inspired by a wayside incident of
his life. Three young women, meet
ing him on public highway, accost-
ed him in rude manner, calling him
I"Old Man." and uncivily pushing him
out Of the road:
"Too Old"
ct seems, that because the old soldier
is broken in body and spirit, the world
has no longer any use for him, and the
chances for life are given to the young
and stronS.--G. A. r. Advocate.)
They Wanting tell me | am old
The world that in their selfish greed
Hath hedged them in with creeds 50 cold
Nor reck they of a brothers need.
Hath times short span of strife and
tears
so scourged these paltry fifty years
This life so stepped in doubts and fears
To make me old--too old?
These implements Of labOr's holy strife.
My fond hands yearningly caress,
Lie idly useless as my broken life!
Oh, busy builders, in life's surging
race,
Make me the sharer in the Masters
plan!
Vain longing given, while my dearth
they scan
And jeering say-stand back, old man.
You're old--too old