Obituary
L. J. Willcox
Contributed by Pam Vincent
Arkadelphia Southern Standard, January 6, 1883 [Arkadelphia, Arkansas]
Death of L. J. Willcox
DIED At his home near Ennis, in Ellis county, Texas, December 8, 1882,
L. J. Willcox, aged 46 years, 5 months and 16 days.
The deceased was born in Maury county, Tennessee, June 12, 1836, was the
son of Mrs. Jane D. Willcox of Dallas County, this state, and the brother
of Mrs. Dr. R. S. Wallis, of this city. The subject of this notice, although
not a resident of this vicinity at the time of his death, was nevertheless
not only well and intimately known to very many of the old citizens of this
and Dallas counties, but by all who knew him was greatly loved and respected.
When in 1861, the threatened war cloud suddenly burst forth, which, with
its first blast swept from our hearths and homes, the flower and chivalry
of the "Sunny South," L. J. Willcox. "Jimmy," as he was often called, was
among the very first to exchange at his country's call, the luxuries of home
and the companionship of loved ones for the hunger, hardships and dangers
of "the tented field;" and enrolling his name as a volunteer in Co A, 1st
Arkansas Reg., his noble heart and dauntless, valliant spirit bore him proudly
and grandly throughout that long baptism of smoke, fire and havoc, from the
rattle of the first murderous musketry to the echo of the last crashing,
booming cannon that preceded the Confederacy's dissolution at Appomatox,
which constituted that terrible and desolating war! and among all the gallant
soldiers whose blood coursed within the gray, ready to be poured out upon
the altar of their country, not one was more truly brave, daring and valiant
than he, as all who remember his most honorable career as a soldier will
attest.
The deceased was not only a noble and brave man, but was withal a generous,
unselfish and sympathetic one, and for a number of years preceding his death
was a devoted christian, and died a member of the Baptist church. How often
are we reminded of that strangely sad sentiment of the poet Wordsworth, that:
"The good die first, but they whose hearts are dry as summers' dust, Burn
to the socket."
A FRIEND
Arkadelphia Southern Standard - February 7, 1883
[Arkadelphia, Arkansas]
It was at my country home, with profound sorrow, I read your announcement
of the death of L. J. Willcox at his residence in Texas. It recalled the
memories of other days - days that have passed away to return no more.
The grand state of Texas, with boundaries wide enough to embrace an empire,
serves to be the proper burial place for a man whose nobility of nature enrolls
him among the admirable of his age and country. His gallantry as a soldier
won the esteem of his comrates in the corps and was recognized as the sincere
wish to do all that duty required, simply because it was his duty. While
the war raged it was thought that his greatest happiness was enjoyed on the
battlefield. It was reserved for those who knew him in time of peace form
a just estimate of his character. The stern soldier was from early childhood
a dutiful ad most affectionate son, the support and pride of his mother.
The strong hand that upheld the rifle with a grip that tired not was always
ready to smooth the pillow of the sick bed while brother, sister or comrate
was suffering. All hail Texas, the lone star state! Among all the heroes
whose names shall grace historic pages, there was not one who had a braver
heart or more tenderness, more fevor of friendship that were grouped together
in the bosom of Littlebury J. Willcox.
It was my fortune to be his instructor - or rather his guide - in the
fields of literature. This gave opportunity to know him well amd it was an
easy transition from pupil to life long friend. In 30 years, the only grief
he inflicted on man was when he died and thus sadly contracted the sympathetic
cords of his living friends.
Hawes H. Coleman
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