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Gilmore, Lucius


Age: 42, credited to Vermont
Unit(s): 10th NH INF, 13th NH INF
Service: 10th and 13th NH INF

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Birth: abt 1820, Vermont
Death: 10/29/1878

Burial: Mount Pleasant Cemetery, St. Johnsbury, VT
Marker/Plot: Not recorded
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Heidi McColgan
Findagrave Memorial #: 137963090


Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Not Found
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: Family genealogies disagree with d/c, saying he died in Warren, NH


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Mount Pleasant Cemetery, St. Johnsbury, VT

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Mr. Lucius Gilmore of this town, died suddenly at French's hotel, Warren, N. H., on Tuesday of this week. The circumstances of his death, as we learn them, are substantially as follows:Mr, Gilmore left his home by the morning train, telling his wife that he was going to Warren, and should return the same day. On reaching Warren he went to French's hotel as he was accustomed to go, but what transpired for the following hour or two we have no knowledge. About one o'clock in the afternoon he was found in the water closet connected with the hotel, upon his face, and in an insensible condition, and he breathed but a few times after being discovered. He undoubtedly died of heart disease. His remains were brought to his former home on Wednesday forenoon.

Mr. Gilmore leaves a wife, three children by a former wife -- two amiable daughters, one the wife of Seth K. Cushing, of South Boston, and another unmarried. The only son, Walter, is a promising young machinist, of Norwich, Ohio.

Mr. Gilmore was a brother to the late Gov. Gilmore, of New Hampshire, and of Addison Gilmore, a prominent railroad man of New England, who fell dead in a ball room -- of Springfield, we think -- some twenty-five years ago.

Mr. Gilmore's age was 61 years. For many years he was connected with the freight office of the Passumpsic Railroad in this place, and was after superintendent of the road. He was a man of natural ability, and he seemed peculiarly adapted for a prominent position in the business world; and high attainments seemed to be within his easy reach.

We would be glad to leave the record here, but duty to the living forbids. With all his heartedness and great ability and fine attainments, Mr. Gilmore had a mortal enemy -- an appetite for strong drink. For years he struggle against the tempter-how hard he struggled no one but God knows. Some ten years ago we should think, it seemed as though he had conquered. For two or three years he was free from the bondage, and the happiest man in town; but the demon again overcame him, and for the past six or eight years, with less power each year to withstand the adversary, until of late almost everyone had lost hope of his recovery.

No man seemed to strive harder to overcome his appetite, few people had warmer friends, or those more faithful. They did everything to save him, but the demon had the mastery and conquered.

It is painful to write these things, but the young men and boys of this day should know what terrible risks they incur when they take anything that intoxicates; a strong body, giant intellect, splendid endorsements, influential and loving friends, are all powerless when the demon of strong drink once gets possession.

Source: St. Johnsbury Caledonian, Nov. 1, 1878

Courtesy of Deanna French

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