Hosford, Henry Hobart
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MILITARY SERVICE Age: 41, credited to Castleton, VT Unit(s): 14th VT INF Service: enl 9/3/62, m/i 10/21/62, Pvt, Co. F, 14th VT INF, m/o 7/30/63 See Legend for expansion of abbreviations VITALSBirth: 02/11/1821, Poultney, VT Death: 09/19/1863 Burial: Hillside Cemetery, Castleton, VT Marker/Plot: Not recorded Gravestone photographer: David & Gayle French/Carolyn Adams Findagrave Memorial #: 43620075 MORE INFORMATION Alias?: None noted Pension?: Yes, widow Clara H., 3/4/1864 Portrait?: Unknown College?: Not Found Veterans Home?: Not Found (If there are state digraphs above, this soldier spent some time in a state or national soldiers' home in that state after the war) Remarks: None DESCENDANTS (Are you a descendant, but not listed? Register today) |
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Obituary
Died – In Regimental Hospital at Carrolton, La., Sept. 23d, 1862, of Camp Fever, George Bailey, (of Co. A, 7th Regiment Vt. Volunteers) only son of Clara and Henry H. Hosford, aged 17 years.
The vacant chair – a lock of hair – cut from the dying brow - The pictured face – fond memories – these – these are left us now.
In Hydeville, Sept. 19th, 1863, at his own residence, (of disease contracted in camp, and on the battlefield) Henry H. Hosford, (late of Co. F, 14th Regiment Vt. Volunteers) in the 43d year of his age.
Time sadly is our home bereft – our country has taken all.
George enlisted into the 7th Vt. Regiment, at Rutland, Feb. 11th, 1862, was with his regiment in the first siege of Vicksburg, under Gen. Williams, when the canal was dug around that city which cost so many lives. He was sick at Vicksburg, and never fully recovered, and at Baton Rouge was attacked with fever which continued till death relieved him of all earthly sufferings - tho' he did duty till within about three weeks of his death. In his last letters home (dated Aug. 23, at (Carrollton) the young soldier wrote: "Here I am in our old camp (Parapet) writing to you once more; but we expect to move from this camp soon, and I will write again in a few days, letting you know where we are, &c." The Regiment was moved to Camp Williams, (called by some of that fated band of soldiers Camp Misery) and in a few days he was taken from the camp to the hospital, and from thence to the grave.
On the 16th day of August, 1862, his father enlisted into the nine months service, and the wife at the solicitation of her husband visited the camp at Brattleboro, and after saying the last "good-by," seeing his Regiment start girded for the conflict with Rebellion, returned home but to receive a letter penned by other hands, bringing news of the death of their only and beloved son. Then after months of lonely sorrow – suspense waiting for the husband's return – he came - but to spend a few painful weeks of suffering – and with loved ones to minister to his wants, to die – leaving a feeble wife and two young daughters to mourn his loss.
He enjoyed uninterrupted health while in the service of his country until the weary "seven days march," and the battle of Gettysburg, but was never well after. After his return he often said – "I am glad I went; for I have done something foe my country." Little did himself or friends think then, that his last trip was done, and for her. Bereaved friends can only strive to bow in submission to His will, whose ways are inscrutable, and designs oft hidden from human view; but let them remember, "He doth not willingly afflict or grieve His children."
Far from home and kindred, lies the Son and Brother, among the graves of our "martyred dead" where the Mississippi chants a solemn, ceaseless requiem – while in the peaceful "home of the dead," in Castleton cemetery, beneath the evergreens by his own hand planted – to shade the grave of his "first-born" – taking his "last sleep," repose the Patriot Husband and father. Blessed be the memory of our dear departed ones. Weary soldiers - rest in peace – ye shall not be forgotten.
"loving friends will mourn for thee -
" Honored shall your memory be.".
Source: Vermont Record, November 13, 1863.
Courtesy of Tom Boudreau.