Bostwick, Lucius H.
Age: 25, credited to Jericho, VTVITALS
Birth: 09/24/1837, Jericho, VTADDITIONAL INFORMATION
Alias?: None notedDESCENDANTS
Green Mount Cemetery, Montpelier, VT
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(Dewey Jones Collection)
SAD NEWS – Intelligence was received on Friday morning last, from Washington, of the death of Capt. L. H. Bostwick, of Jericho, 13th regiment. His disease was typhoid fever. A few days ago he appeared so well that arrangements were made for bringing him home, but the spirit has gone to its final home, and the body only, will rest under the shadow of Mansfield, in one of the most beautiful valleys of Vermont. Capt. Bostwick was an only son, and greatly endeared to his family and friends. He was, too, a young man of fine character, and a good officer.
Bellows Falls Times, June 12, 1863
Courtesy of Tom Boudreau.
Extract From Funeral Sermon
Most of you, who are assembled here, were personally acquainted Alvin Lucius Bostwick, and it needs no affirmation of mine to make you aware that ho possessed a character of no ordinary purity and sweetness. Having just entered upon manhood, he had had comparatively little opportunity of making the beautiful (qualities of his nature felt in the way of public achievement; yet it may be truthfully said that, in those positions of public responsibility suitable to his age which he had already occupied, he acquitted himself with marked credit to himself and to the satisfaction of those to whom he was responsible. But his life, until the last year, was mainly spent among you in the quiet discharge of private duties, and seldom are these duties more faithfully performed than they were by him. His merit consisted, not merely in the amount of actual accomplishment achieved, but as much in the admirable spirit with which all he did was performed.
The grace of God, acting upon a disposition of peculiar natural amiability, enabled him indeed to present a character of rare loveliness. Few persons so directly win the confidence and affection of all with whom they come in contact. It seems impossible for one to have known him and not to have loved him. From his childhood's companions to his comrades in the army, his associates felt towards him not only respect, but a peculiar warmth of affection. It could hardly have been otherwise, exhibiting the remarkable gentleness and unselfishness he did. He possessed almost feminine delicacy and tenderness of feeling, and from boyhood showed a consideration and thoughtfulness for the wants of others seldom seen. It had ever seemed one of his chief delights to find out some grateful attention which he could offer to some one in need of it.
He was eminently humble and unobtrusive in feeling and deportment. Naturally retiring, he instinctively shrunk from conspicuous positions and posts of responsibility. His high conscientiousness often forced him into places of trust which he would otherwise gladly have escaped occupying. His unaffected modesty of manner and language both bound the hearts of all his old friends to him and at once attracted all appreciative strangers to him.
He was above all characterized by a strong sense of duty. This indeed was the great anchor as well as ornament of his character. Once assured that a thing ought to be done, he, at whatever personal cost, did it. Those of you, who are familiar with the faithfulness with which he discharged his obligations to his family, to his friends, to his church, at home, in the array, or in whatever relation he was placed, will bear witness to this. His strict conscientiousness and lofty principle gave a vigor and firmness to his character hardly to be expected in one by nature so yielding and unassuming. Self distrustful as he was, he could always be depended upon to do what he thought it became him to do.
It was the same controlling sense of duty which actuated him in other circumstances, that impelled him to offer himself to that service in which he finally laid down his life. Few, we believe, have taken up arms in defence of their country, influenced by purer or more unselfish motives. Constitutionally he was of anything but a martial spirit. His nature was too merciful and kind for the necessary cruelties of war in themselves not to be abhorrent to him. But he believed that our country needed the arm of her young sons to save her from a fearful peril. He believed that, situated as he was, he could better respond to this need than many others, and enlisting as a common soldier, he went forth with his life in his hand, never, as it has pleased God, to bring that life back again.
Our hearts may properly bleed at our own bereavement of one so beautiful and brave and good, to many of whom he was so inexpressibly dear, but we cannot sorrow for him. lie fought a good fight. As a man, as a soldier, as a Christian, he performed well his part. He has gone to receive his crown; he has passed on higher; he has completed the most difficult stage of human existence; he has attained that goal towards which God would have all his human creatures tend -- a blessed immortality.
It is no fiction, dear brethren, that he who believes in Jesus Christ shall "never die." There is no more substantial reality than that Jesus Christ is, to those who receive Him, an actual, eternal resurrection and life. The eternal Vine itself may as soon perish as those branches which it supplies with its living sap. Since he, whom we loved so well, is not perished, but has only ascended to a fuller life, though we sorrow, we may do it with a high and holy hope for him, -- and for ourselves, if we share in that life he possessed here, that we too, not long hence, shall go to share with him, in that more glorious life which he possesses now, in that blessed region where there shall ))c " no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying," but where we shall enjoy an endless existence of inconceivable purity and bliss, in the immediate presence of Him who is our " Resurrection and our Life."
Funeral Sermon of the Late Capt. Lucius H. Bostwick, by Rev. J. Isham Bliss. June 10, 1863, (E. P. Walton, Montpelier, 1863), pp. 14-16,