Age: 21, credited to Charleston, VT
Unit(s): 3rd VT INF
Service: enl 4/22/61, m/i 7/16/61, Pvt, Co. D, 3rd VT INF, pr CPL, m/o 7/27/64
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Birth: 1840, Charleston, VT
Burial: West Charleston Cemetery, Charleston, VT
Marker/Plot: Section 2
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Carolyn Adams
Findagrave Memorial #: 128098179
Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Yes, death date/location
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)
2nd Great Grandfather of Sharri Royce Sullivan, Hillsborough, NJ
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West Charleston Cemetery, Charleston, VT
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Another comrade has answered the last roll call and is peacefully resting in God's Acre here. On Nov. 15, Clark Royce passed away and his departure was not unexpected for he has been an intense sufferer with gangrene in both feet for nine years, although at times during this period he seemed to be successfully combating the disease. Mr. Royce was born June 19, 1840 in this town and was the youngest son in a family of ten children born to David and Harriet (Streeter) Royce. David Royce was one of the very first settlers in this town and located on the farm known as the Jason Niles place, now owned by Mr. Niles's daughter, Mrs. Ed Eastman. On this farm the family were reared and all had reached maturity by the time of the Civil war. Some of the brothers enlisted to defend their country's flag and honor and Clark was of the number. A brave and untiring soldier was he as all comrades testify. At the close of the war Mr. Royce again took up the life of a farmer and in 1867 he was united in marriage to Miss Mercy E. Balch of this place. To them was born a son, Bernard C., who with his family resides in this town. In 1880 Mrs. Royce finished her earthly career and in 1881 Mr. Royce married Miss Emma R, Blake of Stanstead, and nobly has she filled the place of wife and mother all these years. During all the years of failing health Mr. Royce has been tenderly cared for by the wife, son and family, and he has borne all suffering with the same courage he displayed during his war days. No complaint was heard from him and when visited by Dr. Allen of St. Johnsbury a few weeks ago, the doctor commented on his remarkable fortitude, saying, “Mr. Royce has learned some philosophy of life to bear pain that I never have.” Mr. Royce was representative in 1904 and has filled the office of justice of the peace for the last 30 years and been selectman for the last 20 years, besides having been school director and holding various other town offices. Mr. Royce was a man that could be depended on in any office to do the right as he saw it. For some years Mr. and Mrs. Royce lived in the village of East Charleston and about five years ago removed to this village. Just as Mr. Royce thought himself well situated for the remainder of his life he had the misfortune to have his buildings hit during a short but severe electric storm on April 6, 1912 and burned to the ground. Right here many would have felt discouraged, but not so Mr. Royce. His indomitable will caused him to have erected a new and, complete and modern set of buildings on the same site. Mr. Royce was a Mason and a member of the G.A.R. post here. During the war he was a volunteer in Co. D, 3d Vt. Infantry. The funeral was held at the home Nov. 17, and the home was filled with relatives and friends from this and nearby towns, also a good number of Masons. Rev. J. W. Burgin, also a Civil war veteran spoke appropriately. The casket was draped with the flag its occupant so loved and many beautiful floral tokens were evidence of the love ad esteem borne Mr. Royce. The Masons used their beautiful service at the grave, and the bearers were Masons, H. G. Ruiter, funeral director, and the interment in the village cemetery. Mrs. Royce, Mr. and Mrs. B.C. Royce and three children have the sympathy of a large circle of friends in their bereavement and they wish to thank all who in any way have helped during the illness, death and burial of the loved husband and father. May the widowed heart find much real comfort in the following beautiful poem, “Waiting": by Robert Louis Stevenson:
Though he that, ever kind and true,
Kept stoutly step by step with you
Your whole, long, gusty lifetime through,
Be gone a while before,
Be now a moment gone before,
Yet, doubt not soon, the season shall restore
Your friend to you.
He has but turned a corner – still
He pushes on with right good will
Through mire and marsh, by heugh and hill
That selfsame arduous way.
That selfsame upland, hopeful way
That you and he, through many a doubtful day
He is not dead, this friend, not dead.
But in the path we mortals tread,
Got some few trifling steps ahead,
And nearer to the end.
So that you, too, once past the bend,
Shall meet again, as face as face, this friend
You fancy dead.
Push gaily on, strong heart! The while
You travel forward mile by mile,
He loiters with a backward smile
Till you can overtake;
And strains his eyes to search his wake
Or, whistling as he sees you through the brake
Waits on a stile.
Source: Orleans County Monitor Nov. 25, 1914
Courtesy of Tom Boudreau.