|Birth: ||Apr. 11, 1838|
|Death: ||Sep. 17, 1863|
Samuel Brown Coyner
Residence Augusta County VA;
Enlisted on 7/16/1861 at Staunton, VA as a Private.
On 7/16/1861 he mustered into "D" Co. VA 52nd Infantry
He was transferred out on 8/1/1861
On 8/1/1861 he transferred into "D" Co. VA 7th Cavalry
He Re-enlisted on 2/28/1862
He died of wounds on 9/17/1863 at Orange Court House, VA
He was listed as:
Wounded 8/20/1862 Culpeper Court House, VA
Wounded 9/13/1863 Culpeper Court House, VA
Promotions: Capt 4/28/1862
born 4/11/1838 in Long Glade, Augusta County, VA
Attended Lexington Law School 1860-1. Prewar: West
Augusta Guards, VA Militia. Helped put down John Brown
Capt. Coyner was removed to Orange Court House and placed in an old Hotel used for a hospital. His cousin, Will Coyner, of the same command was with him and wrote at once to his home in Mount Solon, Augusta County, Virginia.
On the 15th Dr. John E. Lockridge and his wife, Capt. Coyner's sister, Margaret, started for Orange C. H., reaching there about eight o'clock P. M. Wednesday and Capt. Coyner died at eleven o'clock, three hours afterwards.
Of Capt. Coyner's death Mrs. Lockridge's own words are so expressive of the love she bore for her brother, and are in a more elegant and whole-souled style, that the writer will copy a portion of two letters written on Capt. Coyner's death. The bearer of the letter above referred to concerning Capt. Coyner's death called Dr. Lockridge to the stile in front of his home in Mount Solon, Va.
Here Mrs. Lockridge says, "Doctor came looking extremely sorrowful, I said, 'Dr., what is the matter?" He put his arms around me and said "Maggie, let us hope for the best, but it is as I say, the best and bravest fall in this war. Sam is wounded, and this is from Will Coyner saying that he will bring him home as soon as possible."
We went into the house.--I---stunned! We got ready and started for Staunton that night at twelve o'clock." Mrs. Lockridge continues, "We closed up our house and at midnight out in the darkness we started, darkness within and without. A shadow on the doorway, a shadow of Death. At dawn we reached Staunton.
I was leaning back in the carriage, when Dr. Lockridge saw my face by the light, he started as he said, "Oh!, Maggie, Maggie! are you so wretched? You look twenty years older and like you had been sick a year." I will never forget it.
I simply nodded my head, for in this ride (twelve miles) thoughts and memories and his (Capt. Coyner) blessed love had been my companions. We reached the depot. It was crowded with Yankee prisoners. Oh! how I hated the dreadful sight. It aroused me somewhat."
"Capt. Paul came to the carriage and said, "Maggie, you must not give up this way, he (Capt. Coyner) is or will be all right." I quietly took my seat in the car, as one dazed.
I met a lady from that section (meaning Brandy Station). "All said it was a terrible fight," and she spoke of a friend of hers speaking of this gallant Capt. Coyner, who was badly wounded, but hoped not mortally wounded."
"At Gordonsville we stopped and found orders had been given to let no one pass, as the army was moving. I appealed, after Dr. Lockridge had failed, but orders were strict."
Mrs. Lockridge speaks in this letter of Capt. Coyner's "prayers in and out of battle, his deep ideas of the Divine love, his appreciation of The Word, his study of the Word, his strife to live such a life as he thought would be acceptable to the Father, his humanity, his love of truth in everything, believing it to be one of the attributes of the Father." In another letter Mrs. Lockridge says Capt. Coyner "had become a Christian, dating his conversion from the battle of Gettysburg" and how this truth comes home to many who passed through this terrible war.
Mrs. Lockridge says Ah! on death's camping ground there are many bones of saints whose spirits are in glory now, who were led amid carnage of battle to think of the teachings of a Christian home."
"A lady who was returning to Orange C. H. said she "had heard of my brother and she could return and would go and see him and telegraph." I waited hour after hour, from ten A. M. till about five P. M. The telegram came, telling us to hasten on; that his (Capt. Coyner) leg had been amputated and he was sinking.
I was nearly wild, but my quiet Dr. Lockridge had tried to get all kinds of private conveyances, but the army was falling back and people would not risk their teams. Finally we found an ammunition train was going, and if I would take this slow way they would fix a way for me. Of course, I grasped at this."
"On through the poor desolated country we moved, houses burned, fences burned, sick encamped, and all was nothing but one sickening picture of war! war! Our train halted on the outskirts of the village." (Orange Court House) "Just as I got out and Dr. Lockridge asked for the residence of Mrs. Walling--there was where we were told we would find him--I heard some one say, "My God! Maggie, I am glad you have come.
I was so afraid he would be gone before you saw him. This way." The speaker was Will Coyner. He and Dr. Lockridge took me silently through the streets of that poor war beaten village. We turned immediately off the pavement into the office of an old hotel.
I heard the rattling of sabers, the curses of the living and the groans of the dying. I heard some one say, "Give way, hush! Here is a lady." I wondered where they were taking me. I thought, 'Why, there is a poor, wounded soldier lying on the floor. I will look at him.' I looked and it was my brother, lying on a stretcher, a bloody sheet thrown over him, his leg off at the thigh.
Dr. Lockridge was on one side of him and Leonard Mohler on the other side. I sat down beside him, and he stretched up his arms and clasped them around my neck. As he held me tight he said, 'My dear sister, my dear sister, Maggie, I knew you would come.' Oh these words ring sweetly in my memory yet, but how sadly sweet.
We reached him at eight o'clock P. M.; at eleven o'clock P. M. (September 16th, 1863) he died, with his head on my lap, I sitting on the floor beside him. He had been placed on this stretcher to be carried to Mrs. Walling's, but had sank so rapidly he could not be moved. He said the wood cut him--he had no pillow.
I asked for a pillow for him, they kindly brought a pillow of straw, apologizing that he was no better cared for, as they had expected to move him. He was kindly treated--the poor Confederates could do no better at this point as this was only a temporary hospital.
He (Capt. Coyner) told me of his desires and belief, that he was doing his duty, and that he had felt that God had something for him to do for his country, but God knew best. I told him no man could do more than die for what he believed was right.---Yes! Yes! was his answer. He spoke of his praying so much in going into battle etc."
"He spoke of Mother and her children, of our dear home, and then he would calmly lie in my arms, so restful that I had come. As I spoke to him of Christ, he would answer 'Yes! Yes" I said, do you know me? when the Doctors requested me to keep him aroused.
He said, 'Oh yes, my dear sister, your face is always familiar, always before me.' And Dr., do you know him? I asked. 'Oh Yes! Yes! always the dear fellow--my heart seemed breaking as his was weakening. I asked Oh! do you know me? With a heavenly smile he looked up, 'Your brother!' and this was the last of as true a hear as ever beat on earth for me.
I would not have him back; I never murmured that God took him, but God is my father. He never blamed me for the tears I shed or the worship I gave that dear boy. I had nothing but love and kindness shown me all through this trouble and I will never, never cease to cling to the 'Lost Cause', as to something holy.
I had much to be grateful for. Capt. Coyner was honored whilst living and after death. He died a Christian, led to this no doubt in the battle's din and the camp confusion. And God knew his work was finished and He took him. From that pillow of straw and from my arms went up as brave a soldier's spirit as ever fought with a Bruce or a Wallace, at Ballohlova, or Themopolye."
"He had often expressed a desire and one of his dying requests was to be buried in the Valley, "His own cherished Valley." Mrs. Lockridge says "we carried him back to the Valley." His funeral service (which was at Mossy Creek, Augusta County, Va) was from the text "For me to live is Christ, to die gain." He had a large funeral (Saturday Sept. 19th, 1863) and a most eloquent eulogy.
Rev. Mr. John Pinkerton spoke of his bravery being spoken of and known by thousands. The hymns were "Ye Angels who Stand Round the Throne, Third part Ninetieth Psalm, Lord, If Thine Eyes Survey our Faults." He was buried at Mossy Creek, Va.
His fate was like many thousands; he had finished the fight, his duty was performed, his work ended. He lad his life on the altar of his beloved state "Old Virginia". Did Wallace do more? Did Jackson, Stuart, and thousands others do, could they do, more?
The writer regrets not obtaining the resolutions passed by Capt. Coyner's brother officers upon his death. The original set of resolutions really belonged to Capt. Coyner's sister, Mrs. L. M. Lockridge, but are at present among the papers of the late Major J. M. McCue, who died a few years ago in Staunton, Va.
Major McCue informed the writer in Staunton several years before his death that he had the original set of resolutions, and that the same had never been published, but that he would publish the resolutions in full in his book, "The History of Augusta County, Virginia" which he would soon publish, and that the resolutions were among his papers.
Some party is to blame for the failure of this paper, or set of resolutions, expressly intended for Capt. Coyner's family, not reaching them. The same spirit of envy still exists in Staunton among the "stay at home" class in that heroic and historic city, that emanates from a smallness of heart, soul and brain, which the writer is happy to state is fast dying out in dear old Augusta.
Some of Capt. Coyner's friends even lay at Waddell's door this "envy" as the reason why Capt. Coyner's name was left out of his, Waddell's list of officers from Augusta County in the late war; page 336 of his "Annals of Augusta County, Virginia" but this writer can deny, and can simply state that the author left the same out of his book not from any feeling of envy or malice towards Capt. Coyner or his family, but because the information at the time his "Annals" were printed was not obtainable.
Many thanks to Cynthia Rinehart Boeing who generously sent me this information.
Mossy Creek Presbyterian Church Cemetery
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Record added: Mar 26, 2007
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