On the 25th of November, Liberty H., son of J. R. Kennedy, of Franklin Township, Clark County, - a member of Co. F. 6th Iowa Infantry, aged 25 years, was killed in the battle of Chattanooga.
In the death of Mr. Kennedy, the community has sustained the loss of a young man who bore a character that is an ornament to his race.
Brave and patriotic, he was among the first that left the endearments of home for the camp, at the call of his country. He enlisted in ,61, [sic] and ever at the post of duty, he shared the hardships and dangers of war, till the messenger of Death at the moment when Victory was hovering above our banner, laid him low upon the field of carnage’ ‘neath the flag whose honor, he, with his fellow soldiers had so nobly upheld at Shiloh, atJackson [sic] and upon other less sanguinary fields. With others who have given their all – their lives to our country, to sustain the rights of man, in this land dedicated to freedom, he sleeps in the patriot’s grave; and while his comrades in arms shall drop a tear upon the unturfed earth that presses the form of one so good and true, the family circle at home, have to mourn the loss of a noble, kind and affectionate son, a gentle, generous, and loved brother. He lived highly esteemed, and died deeply lamented by all who knew him and we trust his spirit is at home, with kindred spirits in those regions of bliss, where the good and brave find rest from their earthly toil, and where the notes of the bugle fall no more upon the patriot’s ear.
“Soldier, rest! thy warfare o,er, [sic]
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking;
Dream of battlefields no more,
Days of danger, nights of waking.”
C.
- Published in The Union Sentinel, Osceola, Iowa, December 19, 1863
In the death of Mr. Kennedy, the community has sustained the loss of a young man who bore a character that is an ornament to his race.
Brave and patriotic, he was among the first that left the endearments of home for the camp, at the call of his country. He enlisted in ,61, [sic] and ever at the post of duty, he shared the hardships and dangers of war, till the messenger of Death at the moment when Victory was hovering above our banner, laid him low upon the field of carnage’ ‘neath the flag whose honor, he, with his fellow soldiers had so nobly upheld at Shiloh, atJackson [sic] and upon other less sanguinary fields. With others who have given their all – their lives to our country, to sustain the rights of man, in this land dedicated to freedom, he sleeps in the patriot’s grave; and while his comrades in arms shall drop a tear upon the unturfed earth that presses the form of one so good and true, the family circle at home, have to mourn the loss of a noble, kind and affectionate son, a gentle, generous, and loved brother. He lived highly esteemed, and died deeply lamented by all who knew him and we trust his spirit is at home, with kindred spirits in those regions of bliss, where the good and brave find rest from their earthly toil, and where the notes of the bugle fall no more upon the patriot’s ear.
“Soldier, rest! thy warfare o,er, [sic]
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking;
Dream of battlefields no more,
Days of danger, nights of waking.”
C.
- Published in The Union Sentinel, Osceola, Iowa, December 19, 1863
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