Oct. 16, 1824 Bowling Green Warren County Kentucky, USA
Apr. 1, 1891 Carmi White County Illinois, USA
BYRD LANIER PATRICK Departed this life at his late residence on Main Street, in this city, on the 3d day of April, 1891, at 2 o'clock, a.m.
In the death of Mr. Patrick, White County loses one of her most valued citizens. The career of this poor boy in the battle in youth against adverse circumstances is marvelous.
He was born near Bowling Green, October 16, 1824. His father, James Patrick, came to Illinois in 1831, and settled near Shawneetown with his family, raised a crop, and sold out before harvest, moved to Big Prairie, White County, and continued to reside in this county until his death.
Young Byrd at the age of fourteen had saved enough to buy a pony, and this he gave to his father to release him from all claim during the seven years remaining before he attained his majority. At the age of Fourteen he struck out for himself, uneducated, without a dollar, relying solely on his indominable will and industry.
He worked as a farm hand, his compensation being four and five dollars a month. When old enough, he was put in charge of a stage coach, and a more trusty driver never cracked a whip than B.L. Patrick, in Egypt. He drove stage on many lines in Southern Illinois, their proper destination, including Shawneetown, Ill., Vincennes, Indiana, Belleville, Salem, Nashville, Vandalia, Waterloo, Mt. Vernon, Ill., McLeansboro and Chester. His face was familiar throughout Southern Illinois early in the Forties.
He was married to Miss Mercy [Mersey] Grant on June 19th, 1845. By this union there were born five children, Robert, Wellington Wood, Mary I., Margaret and Amanda. By the second marriage- to Miss Elizabeth Grant- occurring on March 17th, 1855, one child was born, dying in infancy. This wife lived only about a year after her marriage.
June 10, 1856, he was married to Rebecca Linthicum, who still survives him. By his third wife ten children were born, named as follows: George A., Daniel H., Anna, Charles E., Mercy E., Ella Belle and Sarah Dell, Augustus L. and Nellie. His children living at his death are Wellington Wood Patrick, Mary I. Boyer, Margaret Kerney, Amanda Bennett, Daniel H. Patrick, Miss Anna, Augustus L. Patrick and Miss Nellie.
After his first marriage in 1846, he retired from stage driving, and purchased a farm northwest of Carmi, near Skillet Fork was successful in this enterprise and accumulated considerable enterprise.
In 1857 he came to Carmi, and engaged in the mercantile business. He entered into a co-partnership with his brother, George Patrick. Some two years thereafter the firm was dissolved, and each of them kept separate stores. About 1860 he formed a co-partnership with Thos. W. Hay. This firm continued until after the war, when they dissolved partnership, and each continued in the mercantile business. For the last twenty-five years, the largest mercantile business ever run in Carmi has been conducted by B.L. Patrick, as the sole proprietor. As a merchant he has proved a decided success. While many have gone to the wall, he has stood the test, always ready to supply his customers with anything kept in a first-class store.
Besides, he has been a heavy dealer in grain, pork and country produce generally, and by strict attention to his own business, he has accumulated a nice fortune to leave as a legacy to his family.
Aside from his great business capacity, he was one of those social good fellows that made happy everyone in his company.
It seemed to delight him to do his fellow-man a favor.
But Byrd L. Patrick has run his race on this earth. For several years past his health has been failing, and, life on this earth is closed with him. His manly form lies under the valley. He occupies that narrow house prepared for the dead.
His suffering was long and painful, but he bore up like a Spartan with all his suffering. When the final moment came, he met death heroically; when the pale, white horse of death appeared, he mounted and rode away to appear before that God who gave him life here below.
Yes, he has gone, forever gone, but we have hope that through the Redeemer he still lives beyond the grave.
This was written by a friend who made the acquaintance of Byrd L. Patrick more than fifty years ago.