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Albert Wesley Vandervoort

Jefferson County, Indiana, USA
Death 5 Jul 1882 (aged 31–32)
Madison, Jefferson County, Indiana, USA
Burial Madison, Jefferson County, Indiana, USA
Plot Burial location unknown (not read by DAR) No marker has been located
Memorial ID 100331623 · View Source
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Son of Samuel Shouse Vandevoort and Irene French (both born in Pennsylvania)
Married Orpha M. Bear 1 Aug 1875, Jefferson Co., IN
Father of Perry Wesley Vandevoort
From Death Certificate:
Age 32 years
Nativity - Madisonian
Male White
Cause of death: consumption (4 months)
Rudolf H. Rumelin, MD
Place of death: Main Cross St
C. Vail, Undertaker
Died at the home of Samuel Vandervort
Madison Weekly Herald
12 July 1882

DIED--Albert W. Vanderwort at his home in this city, on the 5th inst., aged 32 years. For some months he had been suffering with the last stages of consumption. He clung to life with a tenacity characteristic to his nature. Only a few days ago we saw him on the streets then only a shadow of life. In death he clung to his loving wife and child until the last breath had gone.

Madison Dollar Weekly Star
14 July 1882



Written to the Star

Madison, Ind., July 7, 1882--We are now and then called to pause in the midst of the rushing and busy scenes of life and pay mournful tribute to the memory of those who have fallen asleep by the wayside. It is a task of sorrow and tears, but one from which the soul feels refreshed. The whole world almost recedes into darkness, when we give over our thoughts to the contemplations of the virtuous dead. The eye is withdrawn for a season from the spectacle of crime of misery and woe, and rests gratefully for a while on the grave scenes of eternity, which greet it in its longing gaze after some departed spirit. The oppressed heart in such a sad hour casts off for a short time its galling burdens, and listens to the music of another sphere, wondering how long until shall enjoy that rest which rewards it when the narrow stream is crossed. The grave is not the end of life. Even the wasted body which there submits to decay, is yet to hear the voice which will command the earth and sea to give up their dead. And while the liberated sprit is tasting its immortality in regions beyond the sun, still here in the midst of his old familiar associations, he who sleeps beneath the sea, and at the same time dwells in eternity, continue to live and partake of the offers of time. Life is of death. May worlds are opened to our view beyond the grave. We are living to day in the midst of the accumulated influences of an endless past, in the affairs of state, principles of government, exploration of science, the triumphs of art in all there is nothing new; nothing save the combinations of the results of former ages and their application to the demands of the world as it now exists. There is progress but it is indebted tot he past. All that region that reaches back to the hour when the stars sang their morning song is not to us a reign of darkness. There is a great and brilliant light hung up in its mighty dome as eternal as the sun in the heavens, by which all our steps are guided. It is the light of experience, the vestal fire, in whose alter ever human being who has acted his part in this universal theater has laid his offering to increase the flame. Our minds are enriched, our judgments founded, our hearts softened, and elevated, the whole current of our lives controlled to a great extent by the example and the influence of those whom we see no more.

These thoughts are suggested to my mind by the death of my dear friend, A. W. Vandervort. His influence will forever be felt by all who knew him. That feeble languishing frame is resting to be awakened again after a long sleep. That is all. He still lives in every other respect. Not only has he put on the robes of infinite existence, beyond the thin veil which hides him from our view; but herein the forum of his labors as a mechanic, he still lives, and impresses his mind and character as in the days of his vigorous manhood. But he lives in a wider sphere than this.

Albert W. Vandervort was thirty-two years of age; died in the city of Madison, July 5th, 1882. To a most kind and intelligent mother--he was indebted, during his boyhood to the promotion of those lofty traits of character which he possessed. He had been away from home a great deal. I met him when he came back this last time and I never shall forget the mournful pathos and beauty with which he alluded to the circumstance. He said, "I have come home now this time to stay. I have been away a long time but this is my home." Yes, he came to stay. The day was closing; the evening shadows were coming gently but surely on; the curfew of life was tolling, and he instinctively "homeward plodded his weary way." The night has come, but it is full of stars more beautiful than the day. His labors are over, and he is taking his rest at home. On Friday evening before he died he called one to his bedside though unable to speak above a whisper and said, "I am going to die, all is well; my God is waiting with out stretched arms to receive me." He called all around the bed and kissed them telling them to meet him in heaven. But he was spared a few weary days longer.

At 2 a.m. of the morning, of the 5th of July his spirit took its flight to the beautiful shores of immortality. The winged angel of death a few years before took home the spirits of two of his sisters, with whom he has long since conversed. I have often heard him dwell on the mysteries that surround the grave, and often talked of the future world. He looked it plainly and fearlessly in the face and spoke of it calmly. He at last reposed his head with the humility of a child on the bosom of that Church which has come down to us from the Apostles says, which has survived the shocks and tempests of more than eighteen hundred years. He died with the blessed emblems of calvary on his lips, and by a Christian's death gave evidence to the world of a well finished life. He said to his little boy, "Dear son, papa is going to leave you, I can not come back to you anymore, but you can come to papa." He was kind to his little family, (a wife and little boy). He was an upright, honest and generous man; he kept clinging to his two sisters and others with whom the bright days of his early manhood were spent. He has gone where sorrow, pain and trouble never come, when parting is no more. The social circle the domestic fireside render to his memory the tenderest tributes of love that were over laid as evergreen garlands on the grave of the beloved dead. Kind and generous brother, devoted Christian, true friend, courteous gentleman, farewell! Sacred by thy memory and peaceful and sweet by thy slumber!


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  • Created by: Karen Phillips
  • Added: 7 Nov 2012
  • Find A Grave Memorial 100331623
  • Find A Grave, database and images ( : accessed ), memorial page for Albert Wesley Vandervoort (1850–5 Jul 1882), Find A Grave Memorial no. 100331623, citing Springdale Cemetery, Madison, Jefferson County, Indiana, USA ; Maintained by Karen Phillips (contributor 46884884) .