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Fay, Alba Marshall

MILITARY SERVICE

Age: 19, credited to Royalton, VT
Unit(s): 16th VT INF
Service: enl 8/26/62, m/i 10/23/62, Pvt, Co. A, 16th VT INF, d/dis 2/1/63

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VITALS

Birth: 1845, Royalton, VT
Death: 02/01/1863

Burial: North Royalton Cemetery, Royalton, VT
Marker/Plot: Not recorded
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Joie Finley Morris +
Findagrave Memorial #: 39188985

MORE INFORMATION

Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Yes, mother Elizabeth, 10/29/1889, VT
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

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North Royalton Cemetery, Royalton, VT

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Obituary

A Soldier’s Memorial

Died in hospital at Fairfax Court House, Va., 1st inst., Alba Marshall, son of Charles Fay, Esq., of Royalton, aged 18. He was a member of Company A, Vermont Volunteers, 16th Regiment. He was the only son, the only child of his parents, and it was hard for them to consent to his becoming a soldier. They have laid a costly offering upon the alter of their country; have paid a great price for its salvation. Whatever in the future besides their country, they can always reflect that, in its peril, they did not withhold from it the greatest gift which they could make.

Alba was a good boy, kind affectionate, and a favorite with his associates. More sympathy probably was never shown in the same community, than at the funeral of this young man. The Congregational Church at Royalton was filled to overflowing on Sabbath afternoon, 8th, inst., and a procession followed the remains to the grave, longer than is often seen in a quiet country town.

The father reached the hospital a few hours before his son’s death, while he was still able to feebly converse. It was a great comfort to see his father; indeed, under the excitement, he began to think that he was able to be brought home. O, how the thought of home, and of a mother’s care and love, re--kindled all his remaining vitality. Alas! Dear youth, that joy was thine only in anticipation; another home has become thine in fact; and now thou sleepest by the side of thy soldier cousin. - Young Fish, buried a year ago last August, was the first brought here from the army for burial.

A striking feature in this funeral, was a row of returned soldiers. One, young Howard, at the battle of Antietam, was shot through the left lung, and two bullets went through one arm, and he has a buck shot in his leg. The pastor briefly addressed them, alluding to their diseased and enfeebled appearance, and referring also to the hardships of war, and to the discouragements of the times, added, “We shall succeed nevertheless, if we have true patriotism. The problem is, as I think, whether we have that patriotism. If we are so low and mean that we care more for politics, and contracts, and salaries, and rations, than for our country, we are not worthy of a country, and ought not to have any. If we go to the war for romance, and office, and easy times, and so shrink from toil and danger, and are not firm under discouragements and reverse, but our zeal oozes out, and we wish ourselves at home, and care little who conquers provided the war ends, if we are so destitute of principle as this, if we are so degraded as this! God never made this great and glorious country for a people so craven, so unworthy, nor will He commit it to such hands. True patriotism loves a right thing; and love, it for a right principle; and is unconquerable. Fired by this, as many are, and as all ought to be, the United States could achieve a final victory in six months, with half its present resources. Clearly what we need is real patriotism, which can bear bullet holes through it, which can be burned by fevers, famished by hunger, wade in mud, and never think of fainting, nor turning back; but can with a soldier (lately wounded and roughly handled with one leg off, who wished his injuries less that he might return tot he conflict, when his nurse expressed surprise, replied,) “I counted the cost before I left home, I did not come out here to have an easy time, but to fight for my country.” That is the true pluck, and noble spirit; that is the sort of manhood to make soldiers of. Aye, give me such a people, such an army, such a Government, and it will organize a victory, surely and quickly. O, that by the help of God the nation were thus prepared for it, and that He would send it.”

Source: Vermont Journal, February 21, 1863.
Courtesy of Tom Boudreau.