Boynton, Samuel C.
Age: 24, credited to Stowe, VT
Unit(s): 3rd VT INF
Service: enl 7/5/61, m/i 7/16/61, Pvt, Co. E, 3rd VT INF, mwia, Fredericksburg, 12/13/62, d/wds 12/17/62
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Birth: abt 1837, Stowe, VT
Burial: Fredericksburg National Cemetery, Fredericksburg, VA
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Tom Ledoux
Findagrave Memorial #: 17385444
Alias?: None noted
College?: Not Found
Veterans Home?: Not Found
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Samuel C. Boynton
Source: Lamoille Newsdealer: Jan. 1, 1863
At the hospital camp near Fredericksburg, Va., Dec. 17th, Samuel C. Boynton of Stowe, aged 25 years.
He was a member of the 3rd regiment, and a brother to Capt. Boynton of the 13th. He died of a wound received in the Battle of Fredericksburg. While his regiment was laying on the ground he was hit in his left side by a minnie ball. It entered just below the shoulder blade, passed down toward his hip, and lodged in the body. He lingered four days, and died at last on the morning of the 17th, "sustained and comforted", says his chaplain, " by the divine consolations of the christian religion".
He had been for several years, in the estimation of those that knew him best, a faithful and conscientious christian. The sense of duty had upon him a controlling influence. It was because he believed it was his christian duty, that he joined the army of his country. When he enlisted he gave himself a living sacrifice; he went as one ready for the altar.
Other volunteers from this town have died of sickness in the camp, but he was the first to fall in battle. his loss is felt deeply by the community, to the church which he belonged, and especially his widowed mother who only a few weeks since was called to bury her husband, and who, of eight children born to her, now only one remaining, and he, too, gone to the war.
In a letter dictated after he had received his wound, and while it was yet uncertain whether he would recover, he addresses his mother in these words of consolation and trust: " Do not worry for me; trust in God, who doeth all things well. Life is sweet and I should like to get well, but if not, I feel that all will be well. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me, Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me."
Submitted by Deanna French.