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Woodward, John Worthington
MILITARY SERVICE
Age: 23, credited to Burlington, VT
Unit(s): 1st VT CAV
Service: comn CPT, Co. M, 1st VT CAV, 11/19/62 (11/19/62), pow, Aldie, 3/2/63, prld 3/2/63, kia, Hagerstown, 7/6/63 [College: UVM 62]

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VITALS
Birth: 1839, Unknown
Death: 07/06/1863

Burial: East Cambridge Cemetery, Cambridge, VT
Marker/Plot: Not recorded
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Peter Flood

Findagrave Memorial #: 0
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ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Unknown
Portrait?: MHI off-site
College?: UVM 62
Veterans Home?: Not Found
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Remarks: None
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East Cambridge Cemetery, Cambridge, VT

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Biography

John Worthington Woodward,

The son of Rev. John Hills and Emily D. (Morehouse) Woodward, was born in Westford, Vt., 16 June 1839. His father was a trustee of the University 1860-62, and chaplain of the First Vermont Cavalry, 1862-63, the regiment to which his son belonged. John W. was fitted for college mainly at Johnson, Vt., and entered college at the age of nineteen. He had talents of a high order with a special relish for poetry, oratory and romance, and a passionate fondness for music. He was "impulsive, often thoughtless, always gay and fun-loving; but frank, straightforward and truthful to his father," says one of his intimate college friends.

It was only by a continual struggle that he was kept from joining the army, as so many did, before the completion of his college course. He felt it a reproach, as he said, that his father and only brother were in the field, and he left at home with the women. He was commissioned captain in the First Vermont Cavalry 19 November 1862, and went to the seat of war the following January. Here he showed a capacity for command, and that combination of daring and judgment which is so indispensable in a leader of cavalry. His success in the critical enterprises on which he was dispatched at different times was such as to win the commendation of his superior officers. He fell at Hagerstown, Md., 6 July 1863, the third day after the last battle of Gettysburg, being shot through brain and heart while attempting to rally his squadron in the face of an overwhelming attack. Six days afterward his body was identified, and later received Christian burial in the Presbyterian cemetery at Hagerstown.

His desire to connect himself with his father's church in the fall of 1862 was somehow frustrated, but his moral purpose and Christian manliness were made clear by his participation in the army prayer meetings. He was of those "who in a short time fulfill a long time."

Source: University of Vermont Obituary Record, Compiled by a Committee of the Associate Alumni, No. 1, Burlington, 1895, pages 125-126.

Obituary

John Worthington Woodward was born in Westford, June 16th,1839.He was a bright and, open hearted, ingenuous boy, warm in his attachments, his resentments, a favorite wherever he went. He was fitted for college mainly at Johnson, and entered the freshman class in the University, 1858, at the age of 19. His college course was several times interrupted by ill health, but it was on the whole an honorable and successful one. His exuberant spirit and love of excitement led him sometimes to engage in those frolics which are apt to glide insensibly into something that merits a severe name, but so far as I know, Woodward was never chargeable with any of those actions or habits which degrade and taint moral character, such as lying, deceit, or meanness in any of its forms. He entered with great ardor and enthusiasm into college friendships, and he has left behind him among his college associates those who mourn for him as tenderly as for an own brother. His talents were considered by his instructors to be of a very high order, and such as promised to make him conspicuous and influential in society. He had a special relish for the higher departments of literature-for poetry, oratory, and romance, and his reading in these departments was extensive and careful. He was passionately fond of music. Indeed his soul seemed spontaneously to attract itself to and to delight in that which, by any form of expression, in literature, in harmony, or in life, is adapted to awaken noble and lofty feeling. One of the finest traits in John's character, says his most intimate college friend in a letter to me was "was the profound love and veneration which he felt for his father. He was impulsive, and often thoughtless, always gay and fun loving, and would sometimes engage with hearty zest in enterprises not approved by the laws of the University But when his father questioned him, there was no shifting, no deceit-his answer was always frank, forward and truthful. He often told me could or never would deceive his parents- and I do not think he ever did.

Young Woodward received the honors of the University I Aug., 1862, and almost immediately made his preparations for entering the service of the Unites States It was with great difficulty and only by a continual struggle that he was kept from joining the army before the completion of his college course. He felt it a reproach, as he said, that his father and only brother were in the field, and he was left at home with the women. Everyone who knew him foresaw what his career as a soldier would be. Brave almost to recklessness, never so much at home as in perilous enterprise, and yet clearheaded while in the midst of the greatest excitement. Everybody said he was admirably adapted for a cavalry officer. He received his commission as Captain on the 19th of Nov.1862, and left for the seat of war with the company he had recruited and drilled the January following. His conduct in the field more than justified the anticipation of his friends. Along with his unquestioned bravery he soon showed capacity for command and that combination of daring and judgment which is so valuable in a leader of cavalry. He was at different times entrusted with the command of detachments sent out on those important and desperate enterprises required of this arm of the service, and his success was such as to attract the notice of his superior officers. On the third day after the late battle at Gettysburg the Vermont Cavalry with other regiments under Gen. Kilpatrick were attempting to harass the enemy, then on the retreat between Hagerstown and Williamsport. While holding a position on the Williamsport road, supported by portions of the 5th New York end Elders battery, they found themselves outnumbered and out flanked. It was while bravely It was not 'till nine days afterward, when our troops re-occupied Hagerstown, that Mr. Woodward was able to recover the body of his son, which in the meantime had been rifled and buried, and was difficulty identified. It afterwards received Christian burial in the Presbyterian graveyard attempting to rally his company to face the overwhelming attack that Capt. Woodward was shot simultaneously through the brain and the heart.. The whole force was obliged to fall back and leave their dead in the hands of the enemy. of Hagerstown--- and let all of us who knew Capt. Woodward remember to the everlasting honor of the clergyman and inhabitants of Hagerstown, that they showed the kindest sympathy for his father in his great affliction, they attended the burial of the remains, and strewed flowers over the grave. And thus ended the earthly career of one who so lately went from among you in all the bloom and promise of early manhood. You will not see his face again; that clear voice, which so often sounded forth the praises of God in this house, and which so often cheered his comrades on to daring and victory on the bloody field, you and they will hear no more.

Funeral of Captain Woodward:

The services in memory of Capt. John W. Woodward, Co. M., 1st Vt. Cavalry, took place in Westford yesterday. The church was filled to overflowing with mourners and sympathizing friends from a number of towns. Prayers were offered by Rev. C.C. Torrey, of Westford, followed by a HYMN written for the occasion by Rev. O.G. Wheeler, of Grand Isle:

"O God to Thee we early gave
Our child, to take away or save:
Since Thou has claimed him, why should we,
Withhold Thine own? We yield to Thee.

Around our darling's budding brow
Hope twined her sweetest sun-lit glow,
His future seemed a path of light:
We deemed, for him, no joy too bright.

By learning trained, we hoped to see
Him give his life, O Lord to Thee,

With sword of truth, and helm of right,
For Christ and for his cross to fight

But other work to him was given
Than winning souls to Christ and Heaven:
God bade him heed his country's call,-
He heard, and gave to her his all.

"Charge, soldiers, charge the trait'rous foe,
God bids you strike the avenging blow!"
His work is done, and angels bear
Him to the Lord that wait him there!

The funeral discourse, by Prof. M.H. Buckham, of the University of Vermont followed. From the text. Matthew x.30:" But the very hairs of your head are all numbered", the speaker drew the lesson that God's providence extends to the separate events of human life, and His kind and loving care to the separate individuals of the race, and that what He thus orders for His children is always best. These truths he enforced Embodied in it was a truthful and and touching biographical sketch of Capt. Woodward, from which we were permitted to make the above extract. It is a bright and honorable record.

The services closed with the singing by the choir of the following lines.

Away from his kindred and scenes of his youth
He sped at the summons of freedom and truth,
He rushed to the conflict, nor counted the cost;
He has fallen, How soon! But he died at his post;

Even strangers wept freely that thus in life's bloom,
One so gifted, no noble, went down to the tomb;
He charged with the foremost in front of the host,
But he fell for his country- he died at his post.

He faltered not, swerved not, unmindful of fear,
Though foemen surrounded he rode with a cheer,
And breathed the last message, while yielding the ghost,
Tell my kindred and dear ones, I died at my post.

He covets no monument chiseled in stone,
To tell of the laurels his valor has won,
But asked to be cherished by those he loved most,
As a friend of his country who died at his post.

Our young hero's deeds we will never forget-
His virtues are fresh in our memories yet,
His name is embalmed with the patriot host,
With the Martyrs of freedom he died at his post.

The writer of this history is indebted to Dr. Parmelee and to Miss Anna Bryant for some important facts used in this communication.

Source: Hemingway's Gazetteer, Vol. 1. Submitted by Deanna French.