Pitt County NcArchives Military Records.....Williams, Joseph Adrian, Captain November 23, 1863 Civilwar The Standard of Raleigh, Jan. 13, 1864 ************************************************ Copyright. All rights reserved. http://www.usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm http://www.usgwarchives.net/nc/ncfiles.htm ************************************************ File contributed for use in USGenWeb Archives by: Carolyn Shank Carolynshank@msn.com July 30, 2007, 11:00 am Death Of Capt. Joseph Adrian Williams The Standard of Raleigh, Jan. 13, 1864 DEATH OF CAPT. JOSEPH A. WILLIAMS CAPT. JOSEPH A. WILLIAMS departed this life the 23rd day of November, 1863, at the captial city of the Southern Confederacy, of wounds received in battle, in the 24th year of his age. The death of this young and promising officer deserves a more extended notice than the above announcement, and although unable to do justice to his memory, I am constrained by personal friendship to add my testimony of his worth, both in civil and military life. JOSEPH ADRIAN WILLIAMS was born in Pitt County, North Carolina, in the year of 1839. His father, DR. ROBERT WILLIAMS, was a native North-Carolinian, and at an early age established a reputation as a physician, scarcely inferior to any in the State. His grandfather, also a physician of no small repute, was a surgeon in our army during the war with our mother country. His mother was a MISS DRAKE, an accomplished and gifted lady. Thus he inherited those superior qualities with which he was endowed. His youthful training was commenced at home under the tuition of MR. JAMES MURRAY, a learned scholar and an experienced teacher, and he completed the University of his native state in the summer of 1859. During the interval from the time he graduated to the commencement of the present war, he spent most of his time traveling. With feels and emotions truly Southern, he, unlike most young tourists in search of pleasure, discarding the fascination of the cold ungenial North, sought recreation for his college labors in his own native South, among its healthful scenes and balmy breezes, untainted with fanatical poison. Enraptured with its lovely and romantic scenery, its beautiful landscapes, its invigorating climate and its rich soil, he concluded to make it his future home and purchased a home in Arkansas, and had it not been for this cruel strife, into which political madness and sectional animosities have plunged us, he would now be doubtless enjoying all the luxuries wealth could afford, surrounded with kind friends and blessed with the sweet smiles and caresses of a fair and affectionate partner. He had just returned home with the intention of removing his estate of negroes and household good thither, when the muttering thunders of war began to arouse the Southern people and prepare them for the fiery ordeal through which they were destined to pass. With the same love of country and unselfish patriotism which distinguished his ancestors in the Revolution of '76, casting aside all personal interest and considerations, he threw himself into the "deadly breach" and battled manfully for his country's rights, and gave his life to her whole cause. Of our final triumph he never entertained a doubt, and when the timid and weak-minded sought to influence others with their gloom and despondency, he rebuked them in severe terms. It is a sad thought, and chills my blood, that he has not been spared to enjoy the object -- a country free and happy, which he gave his life to obtain. How vain are earthly hopes and calculations. CAPT. WILLIAMS possessed many noble and gentle qualities which made him beloved and admired. His polished manners and generous nature were a passport to the most select social circles and his humorous disposition and ready wit made him a pleasant companion. His mind was strong and of great originality, and although he neglected many opportunities of strengthening it with the intricate studies offered in college, yet it was stored with noble thoughts and general information, grasped from the fertile field of reading. He was particularly fond of literary productions of taste, and whiled away many of the burdens of camp life perusing the works of celebrated authors. His friendship, when once secured was firm and steadfast, changing not with the "tide of events" and deserting in times of danger or distress. My association with him was intimate and I think I can speak correctly of him as a fellow officer. He was vigilant, earnest and active in the performance of his duties. All the energies of his mind seemed bent on the mastery of the science of war and the different evolutions of the drill, and I may truly says, that as a tactician, he had no superior in his regiment, and but few of his rank in the service. He received two severe wounds upon the ill-fated field of Bristow Station, Va., Oct. 14th, 1863. His Surgeon pronounced him mortal, but he lived so long that hopes were entertained for his recovery. He was removed to Richmond as soon as possible, where, after lingering for about six weeks: "Death, rigid lord, claimed the heliot clay While joyously the youthful soul went to take his heritage." With the same calm courage that he faced his country's foes, he yielded his soul a victim of death, his last enemy. His mortal voice will be heard on earth no more; his manly form now lies cold beneath the sod, but his early grave will be bedewed with many tears of affection and the remembrance of his many public and private virtues, his deeds of daring and his self sacrificing and before death, will live long in the memory of a grateful country. R. W. J. File at: http://files.usgwarchives.net/nc/pitt/military/civilwar/other/williams60mt.txt This file has been created by a form at http://www.poppet.org/ncfiles/ File size: 5.9 Kb