Civil War Adjutant-Killed in Civil War. Lived with Samuel J. Kirkwood, governor of Iowa and his wife after the death of his mother.
The one who was most near and dear to them was one who bore his name, Samuel Kirkwood Clark, son of his brother-in law, Hon. Ezekiel Clark, and he went to live with his uncle almost from the time of leaving his cradle, his mother dying when he was but five years old, and he grew up to the age of incipient manhood, if not the pet, at least the pride of the family. He was endowed with all those stern, rugged virtues in his love of truth and justice that would have made him, with his training under his uncle, a fit person upon whom the mantle of that uncle could most fitly fall when it should leave the shoulders of him who had first worn it. But though he was the crown jewel of the family, he was a willing offering on the altar of his country's good. He gave himself to her service at his nation's call, enlisting November, 1861, at the age of eighteen, in the Fourth Iowa Cavalry. He filled the post of second lieutenant until his promotion to the position of adjutant in the Twenty-fifth Iowa Infantry. Engaging in the battle of Arkansas Post, on the 11th of January, 1863, he received a severe wound, which terminated fatally on the 20th of February, in the hospital at St. Louis. His uncle and aunt were with him much of the time during his last illness.
The colonel of the regiment, reporting to Adjutant-General Baker, the day after the battle, says:
"Adjutant S. Kirkwood Clark was wounded severely by a gun-shot wound in the left leg just below the knee. I do but justice when I notice the Adjutant in this report for his cool and gallant conduct as well in this fight as the one in the vicinity of Vicksburg. He has received and has well earned the praise of the entire regiment."
As showing how his memory is cherished where he spent most of his life, the camp of the Sons of Veterans located at Iowa City is called "Kirkwood Clark Camp."
In writing home, his letters commenced "Dear Uncle," and they, when not of an official character, closed with from "your son."
While he was in school his uncle writes him:
Executive Chamrer, ) Des Moines, Iowa, Jan. 29, 1860. (
Dear Kirk:—1 have been so busy that I have not found time to write you until to-day. 1 do not want you to fail to write to me because I do not answer all your letters. One object for wishing you to write to me is to have you improve in writing by practice.
When your father was here he related to me a conversation he had had with your teacher, which gave me great pleasure. Your teacher says you are well behaved and gentlemanly in your deportment as a scholar, diligent and attentive as a student, of clear head and strong mind, and that you occupy, to a great extent, the position of leader among your fellow students.
You can hardly understand how much I was gratified to hear this, because I think you cannot understand the kind and extent of the interest I feel in your progress in life and your welfare. The character given you by your teacher goes far towards making up the character of the true man.
Allow me to give you a word of warning. If it be so that you occupy, to some extent, the position of leader or umpire among your fellows, that position has not only its pleasures and advantages, but its dangers and difficulties. You must not allow yourself to become proud and overbearing. You must not use your position to put down any one who is weaker than yourself, either mentally or physically, but rather to support and defend such—in short, you must use your influence to see that "the right" is done at all times and under all circumstances, anl you must not allow anything to make you flinch from seeing it done. You must not be quarrelsome. Avoid all personal difficulties, if possible, but if compelled to engage in such, then so bear yourself that your adversary will not wish to come in contact with you again. No man is fit to control others who cannot control himself.
Will you allow me to say a few words to you about smoking. I don't intend to scold. You are too old to be scolded. You are old enough to be argued with—in short, you are in feeling, if not in years, a man. Your aunt Jane has scolded you about smoking. She made a mistake in so doing, but you should not feel angry with her for so doing, because in what she did she acted for what she thought your good. She has borne much for and from you. You should bear much for and from her. I do not intend to scold you about smoking. I do not intend to ask you to quit smoking as a personal favor to myself, because this might look like trying to use a personal influence with you. I intend merely to reason the matter with you. A perfect man, aside from all questions of religion and morals, is a man who has a sound mind in a sound body. Now smoking injures both mental and physical health, weakens both body and mind. Examine and see if this is not so. Talk with medical men and those who are not medical men on the subject; read books that treat of it; then if you find the facts to be as I have stated, determine about what you should do. Have you not courage to do what is right and necessary for your health? The habit with you is new and therefore more easily broken. Think of all this and write me what you think.
I send you a copy of my inaugural address. It is praised by some of my party friends and denounced by some of my party enemies. You are neither the one or the other. Write me just what you think about it. Write me what you think about all these things. Take your time to do so, half a dozen evenings, if necessary, and half a dozen sheets of paper, if necessary. I will read it all. You are at entire liberty to show this to your father, if you want to talk about it with him, and I think it would be well for you to do so. He may help you to read it; perhaps his help may be necessary.
Very truly, your friend and affectionate uncle,
S. J. KIRKWOOD.
Des Moines, Iowa, Jan. 1, 1862. Dear Kirk:—A happy New Year to you. I send you a New Year's gift, in the shape of your commission, so that you are a lieutenant and eighteen ears old on the same day.
Be a "good boy" and do your duty manfully, and you will always be iure of the affection of your uncle
KIRKWOOD.
On hearing of his death, his colonel writes:
Young's Point, La., March 14,1863.
My Dear Sir:—Your favor of the 25th ult., is received. I had heard of the Adjutant's death several days before your letter came to hand. The news of his death cast a gloom over the entire regiment, men as well as officers, and little groups gathered in almost every street of our camp giving and receiving the sad intelligence.
It is not flattery or idle words to say that the loss of no officer would have been more deplored than his. You say truly "he was au honorable, noble boy," and had, by strict attention to his duties, by the energetic manner of always doing his duty, by his kindness to all and by his cool, gallant conduct at the hill of Vicksburg and Post Arkansas, endeared himself to all of us. None speak of him but to praise, and I do not think he had an enemy in the whole regiment.
I cannot express in words to you, my dear sir, how / mourn him, and have only heart to say that up to this period of my life I have had but two among all my companions whom I really loved - Frank Mann and S. Kirkwood Clark—one was shot down by my side at Wilson's Creek and the other I lost at Post Arkansas.
I envy each his death. God grant when in His good providence I am to die, I may meet a soldier's death and die, like Frank and the Adjutant, charging a Rebel battery.
I am, sir, Very truly yours,
GEO. A. STONE.
Samuel J. Kirkwood, Iowa City.
Resolutions deploring his loss, recounting his virtues and condoling with friends were passed at a meeting of the officers of the regiment, and at a meeting of the students of the State University, where the Adjutant had been a student with them.
Taken in by his aunt Jane and uncle Samuel J. Kirkwood when his mother died, he was five years old. They raised him as their own.
The one who was most near and dear to them was one who bore his name, Samuel Kirkwood Clark, son of his brother-in law, Hon. Ezekiel Clark, and he went to live with his uncle almost from the time of leaving his cradle, his mother dying when he was but five years old, and he grew up to the age of incipient manhood, if not the pet, at least the pride of the family. He was endowed with all those stern, rugged virtues in his love of truth and justice that would have made him, with his training under his uncle, a fit person upon whom the mantle of that uncle could most fitly fall when it should leave the shoulders of him who had first worn it. But though he was the crown jewel of the family, he was a willing offering on the altar of his country's good. He gave himself to her service at his nation's call, enlisting November, 1861, at the age of eighteen, in the Fourth Iowa Cavalry. He filled the post of second lieutenant until his promotion to the position of adjutant in the Twenty-fifth Iowa Infantry. Engaging in the battle of Arkansas Post, on the 11th of January, 1863, he received a severe wound, which terminated fatally on the 20th of February, in the hospital at St. Louis. His uncle and aunt were with him much of the time during his last illness.
The colonel of the regiment, reporting to Adjutant-General Baker, the day after the battle, says:
"Adjutant S. Kirkwood Clark was wounded severely by a gun-shot wound in the left leg just below the knee. I do but justice when I notice the Adjutant in this report for his cool and gallant conduct as well in this fight as the one in the vicinity of Vicksburg. He has received and has well earned the praise of the entire regiment."
As showing how his memory is cherished where he spent most of his life, the camp of the Sons of Veterans located at Iowa City is called "Kirkwood Clark Camp."
In writing home, his letters commenced "Dear Uncle," and they, when not of an official character, closed with from "your son."
While he was in school his uncle writes him:
Executive Chamrer, ) Des Moines, Iowa, Jan. 29, 1860. (
Dear Kirk:—1 have been so busy that I have not found time to write you until to-day. 1 do not want you to fail to write to me because I do not answer all your letters. One object for wishing you to write to me is to have you improve in writing by practice.
When your father was here he related to me a conversation he had had with your teacher, which gave me great pleasure. Your teacher says you are well behaved and gentlemanly in your deportment as a scholar, diligent and attentive as a student, of clear head and strong mind, and that you occupy, to a great extent, the position of leader among your fellow students.
You can hardly understand how much I was gratified to hear this, because I think you cannot understand the kind and extent of the interest I feel in your progress in life and your welfare. The character given you by your teacher goes far towards making up the character of the true man.
Allow me to give you a word of warning. If it be so that you occupy, to some extent, the position of leader or umpire among your fellows, that position has not only its pleasures and advantages, but its dangers and difficulties. You must not allow yourself to become proud and overbearing. You must not use your position to put down any one who is weaker than yourself, either mentally or physically, but rather to support and defend such—in short, you must use your influence to see that "the right" is done at all times and under all circumstances, anl you must not allow anything to make you flinch from seeing it done. You must not be quarrelsome. Avoid all personal difficulties, if possible, but if compelled to engage in such, then so bear yourself that your adversary will not wish to come in contact with you again. No man is fit to control others who cannot control himself.
Will you allow me to say a few words to you about smoking. I don't intend to scold. You are too old to be scolded. You are old enough to be argued with—in short, you are in feeling, if not in years, a man. Your aunt Jane has scolded you about smoking. She made a mistake in so doing, but you should not feel angry with her for so doing, because in what she did she acted for what she thought your good. She has borne much for and from you. You should bear much for and from her. I do not intend to scold you about smoking. I do not intend to ask you to quit smoking as a personal favor to myself, because this might look like trying to use a personal influence with you. I intend merely to reason the matter with you. A perfect man, aside from all questions of religion and morals, is a man who has a sound mind in a sound body. Now smoking injures both mental and physical health, weakens both body and mind. Examine and see if this is not so. Talk with medical men and those who are not medical men on the subject; read books that treat of it; then if you find the facts to be as I have stated, determine about what you should do. Have you not courage to do what is right and necessary for your health? The habit with you is new and therefore more easily broken. Think of all this and write me what you think.
I send you a copy of my inaugural address. It is praised by some of my party friends and denounced by some of my party enemies. You are neither the one or the other. Write me just what you think about it. Write me what you think about all these things. Take your time to do so, half a dozen evenings, if necessary, and half a dozen sheets of paper, if necessary. I will read it all. You are at entire liberty to show this to your father, if you want to talk about it with him, and I think it would be well for you to do so. He may help you to read it; perhaps his help may be necessary.
Very truly, your friend and affectionate uncle,
S. J. KIRKWOOD.
Des Moines, Iowa, Jan. 1, 1862. Dear Kirk:—A happy New Year to you. I send you a New Year's gift, in the shape of your commission, so that you are a lieutenant and eighteen ears old on the same day.
Be a "good boy" and do your duty manfully, and you will always be iure of the affection of your uncle
KIRKWOOD.
On hearing of his death, his colonel writes:
Young's Point, La., March 14,1863.
My Dear Sir:—Your favor of the 25th ult., is received. I had heard of the Adjutant's death several days before your letter came to hand. The news of his death cast a gloom over the entire regiment, men as well as officers, and little groups gathered in almost every street of our camp giving and receiving the sad intelligence.
It is not flattery or idle words to say that the loss of no officer would have been more deplored than his. You say truly "he was au honorable, noble boy," and had, by strict attention to his duties, by the energetic manner of always doing his duty, by his kindness to all and by his cool, gallant conduct at the hill of Vicksburg and Post Arkansas, endeared himself to all of us. None speak of him but to praise, and I do not think he had an enemy in the whole regiment.
I cannot express in words to you, my dear sir, how / mourn him, and have only heart to say that up to this period of my life I have had but two among all my companions whom I really loved - Frank Mann and S. Kirkwood Clark—one was shot down by my side at Wilson's Creek and the other I lost at Post Arkansas.
I envy each his death. God grant when in His good providence I am to die, I may meet a soldier's death and die, like Frank and the Adjutant, charging a Rebel battery.
I am, sir, Very truly yours,
GEO. A. STONE.
Samuel J. Kirkwood, Iowa City.
Resolutions deploring his loss, recounting his virtues and condoling with friends were passed at a meeting of the officers of the regiment, and at a meeting of the students of the State University, where the Adjutant had been a student with them.
Taken in by his aunt Jane and uncle Samuel J. Kirkwood when his mother died, he was five years old. They raised him as their own.
Civil War Adjutant-Killed in Civil War. Lived with Samuel J. Kirkwood, governor of Iowa and his wife after the death of his mother.
The one who was most near and dear to them was one who bore his name, Samuel Kirkwood Clark, son of his brother-in law, Hon. Ezekiel Clark, and he went to live with his uncle almost from the time of leaving his cradle, his mother dying when he was but five years old, and he grew up to the age of incipient manhood, if not the pet, at least the pride of the family. He was endowed with all those stern, rugged virtues in his love of truth and justice that would have made him, with his training under his uncle, a fit person upon whom the mantle of that uncle could most fitly fall when it should leave the shoulders of him who had first worn it. But though he was the crown jewel of the family, he was a willing offering on the altar of his country's good. He gave himself to her service at his nation's call, enlisting November, 1861, at the age of eighteen, in the Fourth Iowa Cavalry. He filled the post of second lieutenant until his promotion to the position of adjutant in the Twenty-fifth Iowa Infantry. Engaging in the battle of Arkansas Post, on the 11th of January, 1863, he received a severe wound, which terminated fatally on the 20th of February, in the hospital at St. Louis. His uncle and aunt were with him much of the time during his last illness.
The colonel of the regiment, reporting to Adjutant-General Baker, the day after the battle, says:
"Adjutant S. Kirkwood Clark was wounded severely by a gun-shot wound in the left leg just below the knee. I do but justice when I notice the Adjutant in this report for his cool and gallant conduct as well in this fight as the one in the vicinity of Vicksburg. He has received and has well earned the praise of the entire regiment."
As showing how his memory is cherished where he spent most of his life, the camp of the Sons of Veterans located at Iowa City is called "Kirkwood Clark Camp."
In writing home, his letters commenced "Dear Uncle," and they, when not of an official character, closed with from "your son."
While he was in school his uncle writes him:
Executive Chamrer, ) Des Moines, Iowa, Jan. 29, 1860. (
Dear Kirk:—1 have been so busy that I have not found time to write you until to-day. 1 do not want you to fail to write to me because I do not answer all your letters. One object for wishing you to write to me is to have you improve in writing by practice.
When your father was here he related to me a conversation he had had with your teacher, which gave me great pleasure. Your teacher says you are well behaved and gentlemanly in your deportment as a scholar, diligent and attentive as a student, of clear head and strong mind, and that you occupy, to a great extent, the position of leader among your fellow students.
You can hardly understand how much I was gratified to hear this, because I think you cannot understand the kind and extent of the interest I feel in your progress in life and your welfare. The character given you by your teacher goes far towards making up the character of the true man.
Allow me to give you a word of warning. If it be so that you occupy, to some extent, the position of leader or umpire among your fellows, that position has not only its pleasures and advantages, but its dangers and difficulties. You must not allow yourself to become proud and overbearing. You must not use your position to put down any one who is weaker than yourself, either mentally or physically, but rather to support and defend such—in short, you must use your influence to see that "the right" is done at all times and under all circumstances, anl you must not allow anything to make you flinch from seeing it done. You must not be quarrelsome. Avoid all personal difficulties, if possible, but if compelled to engage in such, then so bear yourself that your adversary will not wish to come in contact with you again. No man is fit to control others who cannot control himself.
Will you allow me to say a few words to you about smoking. I don't intend to scold. You are too old to be scolded. You are old enough to be argued with—in short, you are in feeling, if not in years, a man. Your aunt Jane has scolded you about smoking. She made a mistake in so doing, but you should not feel angry with her for so doing, because in what she did she acted for what she thought your good. She has borne much for and from you. You should bear much for and from her. I do not intend to scold you about smoking. I do not intend to ask you to quit smoking as a personal favor to myself, because this might look like trying to use a personal influence with you. I intend merely to reason the matter with you. A perfect man, aside from all questions of religion and morals, is a man who has a sound mind in a sound body. Now smoking injures both mental and physical health, weakens both body and mind. Examine and see if this is not so. Talk with medical men and those who are not medical men on the subject; read books that treat of it; then if you find the facts to be as I have stated, determine about what you should do. Have you not courage to do what is right and necessary for your health? The habit with you is new and therefore more easily broken. Think of all this and write me what you think.
I send you a copy of my inaugural address. It is praised by some of my party friends and denounced by some of my party enemies. You are neither the one or the other. Write me just what you think about it. Write me what you think about all these things. Take your time to do so, half a dozen evenings, if necessary, and half a dozen sheets of paper, if necessary. I will read it all. You are at entire liberty to show this to your father, if you want to talk about it with him, and I think it would be well for you to do so. He may help you to read it; perhaps his help may be necessary.
Very truly, your friend and affectionate uncle,
S. J. KIRKWOOD.
Des Moines, Iowa, Jan. 1, 1862. Dear Kirk:—A happy New Year to you. I send you a New Year's gift, in the shape of your commission, so that you are a lieutenant and eighteen ears old on the same day.
Be a "good boy" and do your duty manfully, and you will always be iure of the affection of your uncle
KIRKWOOD.
On hearing of his death, his colonel writes:
Young's Point, La., March 14,1863.
My Dear Sir:—Your favor of the 25th ult., is received. I had heard of the Adjutant's death several days before your letter came to hand. The news of his death cast a gloom over the entire regiment, men as well as officers, and little groups gathered in almost every street of our camp giving and receiving the sad intelligence.
It is not flattery or idle words to say that the loss of no officer would have been more deplored than his. You say truly "he was au honorable, noble boy," and had, by strict attention to his duties, by the energetic manner of always doing his duty, by his kindness to all and by his cool, gallant conduct at the hill of Vicksburg and Post Arkansas, endeared himself to all of us. None speak of him but to praise, and I do not think he had an enemy in the whole regiment.
I cannot express in words to you, my dear sir, how / mourn him, and have only heart to say that up to this period of my life I have had but two among all my companions whom I really loved - Frank Mann and S. Kirkwood Clark—one was shot down by my side at Wilson's Creek and the other I lost at Post Arkansas.
I envy each his death. God grant when in His good providence I am to die, I may meet a soldier's death and die, like Frank and the Adjutant, charging a Rebel battery.
I am, sir, Very truly yours,
GEO. A. STONE.
Samuel J. Kirkwood, Iowa City.
Resolutions deploring his loss, recounting his virtues and condoling with friends were passed at a meeting of the officers of the regiment, and at a meeting of the students of the State University, where the Adjutant had been a student with them.
Taken in by his aunt Jane and uncle Samuel J. Kirkwood when his mother died, he was five years old. They raised him as their own.
The one who was most near and dear to them was one who bore his name, Samuel Kirkwood Clark, son of his brother-in law, Hon. Ezekiel Clark, and he went to live with his uncle almost from the time of leaving his cradle, his mother dying when he was but five years old, and he grew up to the age of incipient manhood, if not the pet, at least the pride of the family. He was endowed with all those stern, rugged virtues in his love of truth and justice that would have made him, with his training under his uncle, a fit person upon whom the mantle of that uncle could most fitly fall when it should leave the shoulders of him who had first worn it. But though he was the crown jewel of the family, he was a willing offering on the altar of his country's good. He gave himself to her service at his nation's call, enlisting November, 1861, at the age of eighteen, in the Fourth Iowa Cavalry. He filled the post of second lieutenant until his promotion to the position of adjutant in the Twenty-fifth Iowa Infantry. Engaging in the battle of Arkansas Post, on the 11th of January, 1863, he received a severe wound, which terminated fatally on the 20th of February, in the hospital at St. Louis. His uncle and aunt were with him much of the time during his last illness.
The colonel of the regiment, reporting to Adjutant-General Baker, the day after the battle, says:
"Adjutant S. Kirkwood Clark was wounded severely by a gun-shot wound in the left leg just below the knee. I do but justice when I notice the Adjutant in this report for his cool and gallant conduct as well in this fight as the one in the vicinity of Vicksburg. He has received and has well earned the praise of the entire regiment."
As showing how his memory is cherished where he spent most of his life, the camp of the Sons of Veterans located at Iowa City is called "Kirkwood Clark Camp."
In writing home, his letters commenced "Dear Uncle," and they, when not of an official character, closed with from "your son."
While he was in school his uncle writes him:
Executive Chamrer, ) Des Moines, Iowa, Jan. 29, 1860. (
Dear Kirk:—1 have been so busy that I have not found time to write you until to-day. 1 do not want you to fail to write to me because I do not answer all your letters. One object for wishing you to write to me is to have you improve in writing by practice.
When your father was here he related to me a conversation he had had with your teacher, which gave me great pleasure. Your teacher says you are well behaved and gentlemanly in your deportment as a scholar, diligent and attentive as a student, of clear head and strong mind, and that you occupy, to a great extent, the position of leader among your fellow students.
You can hardly understand how much I was gratified to hear this, because I think you cannot understand the kind and extent of the interest I feel in your progress in life and your welfare. The character given you by your teacher goes far towards making up the character of the true man.
Allow me to give you a word of warning. If it be so that you occupy, to some extent, the position of leader or umpire among your fellows, that position has not only its pleasures and advantages, but its dangers and difficulties. You must not allow yourself to become proud and overbearing. You must not use your position to put down any one who is weaker than yourself, either mentally or physically, but rather to support and defend such—in short, you must use your influence to see that "the right" is done at all times and under all circumstances, anl you must not allow anything to make you flinch from seeing it done. You must not be quarrelsome. Avoid all personal difficulties, if possible, but if compelled to engage in such, then so bear yourself that your adversary will not wish to come in contact with you again. No man is fit to control others who cannot control himself.
Will you allow me to say a few words to you about smoking. I don't intend to scold. You are too old to be scolded. You are old enough to be argued with—in short, you are in feeling, if not in years, a man. Your aunt Jane has scolded you about smoking. She made a mistake in so doing, but you should not feel angry with her for so doing, because in what she did she acted for what she thought your good. She has borne much for and from you. You should bear much for and from her. I do not intend to scold you about smoking. I do not intend to ask you to quit smoking as a personal favor to myself, because this might look like trying to use a personal influence with you. I intend merely to reason the matter with you. A perfect man, aside from all questions of religion and morals, is a man who has a sound mind in a sound body. Now smoking injures both mental and physical health, weakens both body and mind. Examine and see if this is not so. Talk with medical men and those who are not medical men on the subject; read books that treat of it; then if you find the facts to be as I have stated, determine about what you should do. Have you not courage to do what is right and necessary for your health? The habit with you is new and therefore more easily broken. Think of all this and write me what you think.
I send you a copy of my inaugural address. It is praised by some of my party friends and denounced by some of my party enemies. You are neither the one or the other. Write me just what you think about it. Write me what you think about all these things. Take your time to do so, half a dozen evenings, if necessary, and half a dozen sheets of paper, if necessary. I will read it all. You are at entire liberty to show this to your father, if you want to talk about it with him, and I think it would be well for you to do so. He may help you to read it; perhaps his help may be necessary.
Very truly, your friend and affectionate uncle,
S. J. KIRKWOOD.
Des Moines, Iowa, Jan. 1, 1862. Dear Kirk:—A happy New Year to you. I send you a New Year's gift, in the shape of your commission, so that you are a lieutenant and eighteen ears old on the same day.
Be a "good boy" and do your duty manfully, and you will always be iure of the affection of your uncle
KIRKWOOD.
On hearing of his death, his colonel writes:
Young's Point, La., March 14,1863.
My Dear Sir:—Your favor of the 25th ult., is received. I had heard of the Adjutant's death several days before your letter came to hand. The news of his death cast a gloom over the entire regiment, men as well as officers, and little groups gathered in almost every street of our camp giving and receiving the sad intelligence.
It is not flattery or idle words to say that the loss of no officer would have been more deplored than his. You say truly "he was au honorable, noble boy," and had, by strict attention to his duties, by the energetic manner of always doing his duty, by his kindness to all and by his cool, gallant conduct at the hill of Vicksburg and Post Arkansas, endeared himself to all of us. None speak of him but to praise, and I do not think he had an enemy in the whole regiment.
I cannot express in words to you, my dear sir, how / mourn him, and have only heart to say that up to this period of my life I have had but two among all my companions whom I really loved - Frank Mann and S. Kirkwood Clark—one was shot down by my side at Wilson's Creek and the other I lost at Post Arkansas.
I envy each his death. God grant when in His good providence I am to die, I may meet a soldier's death and die, like Frank and the Adjutant, charging a Rebel battery.
I am, sir, Very truly yours,
GEO. A. STONE.
Samuel J. Kirkwood, Iowa City.
Resolutions deploring his loss, recounting his virtues and condoling with friends were passed at a meeting of the officers of the regiment, and at a meeting of the students of the State University, where the Adjutant had been a student with them.
Taken in by his aunt Jane and uncle Samuel J. Kirkwood when his mother died, he was five years old. They raised him as their own.
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