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Davis, Eros L.

MILITARY SERVICE

Age: 18, credited to Newfane, VT
Unit(s): 8th VT INF
Service: enl 12/9/61, m/i 2/18/62, Pvt, Co. I, 8th VT INF, d/dis 3/18/62 (typhoid fever), at sea

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VITALS

Birth: abt 1843, Rockingham, VT
Death: 03/18/1862

Burial: Died at Sea, ,
Marker/Plot: Not recorded
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Findagrave Memorial #: 0
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Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Not Found
Portrait?: Unknown
College?: Not Found
Veterans Home?: Not Found
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Remarks: None

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Obituary

BURIAL AT SEA

Eros L. Davis, who, with his father, Hiram Davis, enlisted as a private in Co. "I," 8th Regiment Vermont Volunteers, from Newfane, Vt., Dec. 9th, 1861, and took passage from New York on the ship Wallace, was buried at sea, March 18, 1862, aged 19 years. His death resulted from a cold, contracted after having the measles, and settling upon his lungs. During the last of his sickness, his christian graces are said by one who watched over him to have shone out with such brilliancy as to do honor to the mass of Christians of ripe experience. The parting scene, as he took leave of father, and gave him as earnest impassioned kiss for his dear mother, was very affecting. Previous to this, and until his latest breath, his mind was clear and acute. “He knew he should soon be away from the ship and his comrades, and join the beautiful ones in glory. His last words were after raising both hands as high as he could reach “I see angels all around me! They are going up, and I am going with them!” and immediately expired. His freed spirit having thus triumphantly ascended on angel wings to paradise, the brief task of consigning hos remains to their ocean bed, was soon accomplished. There let him sleep on, till at the Trump of God, and the voice of the Archangel, whose charge it is to keep the sacred dust of all the saints, the earth and sea shall ‘give up the dead which are in them.'

And may reader and writer be graciously fitted for the Christian's soul home in "the beautiful world!"

Then rest, brother rest ‘neath the waves of old Ocean,
Since God was thy Saviour thy strength and thy trust;
Thou'rt free from this Earth with its sins and commotion,
And God's mighty Angel doth guard well thy dust.

Thy soul is with Jesus; on pinions immortal
It winged its glad way from the gate of the tomb;
His rainbow of Promise, o'er Death monumental,
Hath redeemed e'en thy grave from its terror and gloom.

Aye, thence shall thou rise, clad in angelic beauty,
Refined and made pure in the crucible sea;
For He saith, who taught us the pathway of Duty -
"At the last day I'll raise him who trusteth in me."

Source: Vermont Phoenix, September 18, 1862
Courtesy of Tom Boudreau.