Adams, James Henry
Age: 18, credited to Johnson, VTVITALS
Birth: 1842, Middlesex, VTADDITIONAL INFORMATION
Alias?: None notedDESCENDANTS
Johnson Plot Cemetery, Johnson, VT
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The Adams Brothers of Johnson
James H. Adams (left), was born in 1842. He enlisted July 28, 1862, mustered in September 1, 1862, as a private in Co. D, 11th Vermont Infantry. He died of disease on April 10, 1863, and is buried in the Johnson Plot cemetery, in Johnson.
Levi Blanchard Adams (right), was born March 19, 1838, in Eden. He enlisted April 4, 1862, mustered in September 1, 1862 as a private in the same unit as his brother. He mustered out with the regiment on June 24, 1865. He died July 30, 1877, and is buried in the Johnson Plot cemetery, in Johnson.
Lamoille Newsdealer: November 26, 1862
THE RIGHT KIND OF PATRIOTISM
Mr. Editor: --- The following is from a Johnson lad, who from patriotic principles has left his widowed mother to act in defense of the government. If it is worthy of publication, you will please give it a place in your paper: ---
Dear Mother: --- This is probably the last letter you will get from Camp Bradley, as we are going to-morrow. The 10th Regiment is packing up now, and will leave today at 9 o'clock Before another Sabbath comes round, some of us may be sleeping the sleep that knows no waking. But may God in his good mercy spare us so that in good season we may return again to our homes with the blessings of peace and prosperity. But ere this war is closed, blood has got to flow freer than it ever yet has done, and many of the noble brave sons of the North will fall, causing many weeping households, but it is a noble cause that we are engaged in, and in years to come it will be the proudest speech a man can make. I belonged to the Army of the Potomac.
No, Mother, you never will regret it should we never come back, you will have reason to be proud, that you had two sons that laid down their lives in defense of their country. But, Mother, don't be disheartened or discouraged, but hope for the best, and all will come out right in the end; if the women had done their duty, this war would long since been among the things that were, and are not,; but so long as mothers, wives or sisters hold back and say,, my son, I cannot let him go, --- he is my dependence, my all, --- he cannot, must not go; and just as long as they hold back, this war will continue; but when women come and say to their husband, or brother, or son, go, I freely and willingly give my consent, then you will see a general uprising throughout the entire north, and then this war will be brought to a speedy close,, and not 'till then. It is no worse for one to go than it is for another, and then why not, when the call is made, up and meet it like men.. It has got to be done, and the quicker it is done the better; for then we can return again to our Green Mountain homes, and enjoy the blessings of peace and happiness.
Our Capt. has gone home. He has not got his exchange. The Governor is going to allow him three weeks after the company leaves here, to get his exchange, and if he does not get it by that time he will not go with us.
The boys are all well, and in good spirits.
LAMOILLE COUNTY NEWSDEALER: April 30, 1863
Died of Erysipelas, April 10th, in the Hospital near Fort Stevens, James H. Adams, Company D, 11th Vermont Regiment, aged 20 years, son of Mrs. Lucy A. Ritterbush, of Johnson.
The sunshine is just as bright, and the birds sing as gaily this balmy spring morn, as though the shadow of a great grief was not resting on out hearts. In the silence and darkness of last night a few of us kept our lonely watch by the quiet dead; never did the place seem so holy before, for here in this upper sanctuary of the house of God lies the loved form of one who periled and lost his life in the defense of his country. From out of a home already broken, the death angel has called another. "Jimmie's dead now."
What a pang it costs our heart to give him up, and yet we would say, Father in Heaven, thy will, not ours, be done." Cheerfully and manfully as become the boys who are reared 'neath the shadows of our mountains; he has left his mother, and she, a widow, for the privations and hardships of the camp.In his young and hopeful manhood, he went from us with the earnest purpose to battle for the right; now he is borne back to us with the soul of Death, on lip, and cheek, and brow.
He lies beneath our tearful gaze, dumb and motionless. He heeds not the wail of anguish, that comes from the broken heart of his mother, who like one of old, says " would God that I had died for thee, my son, my son."
Oh, how many times, when the twilight deepens around her lonely home, will she listen for his coming footsteps, and the voice she will never hear again except in memory, 'till she too has passed over the waveless River and stands secure on the shining shore. How well she'll remember the patter of his childish feet. Over him they've thrown our starry flag, and beneath its folds rests the stilled heart that once beat with all kindly impulses. The hands that would have borne it through blood and death, to victory, lie nerveless by his side, and 'ere the night comes down, we shall have laid him in his hillside grave, and there he'll be 'till resurrection morn, when Christ shall come with angels, and all they that be in their graves shall rise, and there shall be no more death and sorrow, but joy and gladness everlasting.
God alone knows how many broken hearts and homes there are in this land of ours, The sounds of lamentation is still about us, wives mourning for their husbands, mothers for their sons, children for their fathers --- our fields are wet with the blood of the brave.
How long shall this continue? How many more shall be sacrificed? How many more days and nights shall our boys be exposed to breeze that floats out from Southern swamps, each bearing an arrow of death? How much longer shall they keep tedious night- watches in the midst of a subtle and wary foe.
Once Jimmie said to us in one of his letters, "I'm not homesick, but sometimes when I am out on duty, and the silence of the night is about me, and I look way toward the north, and think of mother, home, and friends, my lips quiver and the tears start, but I was them away because it is not manly"; then he added,"yes, it is manly, for it shows that I've got a heart", and in my mind came the words of Taylor,
"The bravest are the tenderest,
The loving are the daring"
God grant that the end of all this may be very near, and that many mothers may rejoice in the safe return of their sons, and that this mother that who so mourns today, may be comforted and strengthened and may more fully trust in Him, who says, "Our times are in his Hands"
Johnson, April 15th
Lamoille County News Dealer- August 7, 1877.
In Morristown, July 30, 1877, Levi B. Adams, aged 39, the last remaining son, and child of Mrs. Lucy Ritterbush.
After the Southern rebellion commenced, he and his brother enlisted, for three years, in the 11th Regt. of Vermont Volunteers, but ere one year had passed when the brother was stricken down by disease, and his remains were sent home to a sorrowing and widowed mother. The deceased faithfully served put his term of enlistment, and came home with a broken constitution, as his physician say, with the seeds of consumption sown, which has now taken him from a tender and devoted mother, who was hoping to lean on him throughout life's decline, and an affectionate wife, left with four young children, to struggle on through life, without him, whom she depended on for support. A large circle of friends, and the kindest of neighbors, deeply mourn with them in their bereavement.
Levi was my great-grandfather, Born in Eden Vt, raised in Johnson Vt., later moved to Morrisville. He is buried at the Plot Cemetery in Johnson, with his brother James, his wife Carrie, and a sister Persis.
Submitted by Deanna French.