Civil War Confederate Soldier. "Died, at Williamsport, Md, on the 20th July, from wounds received at Gettysburg, Sergeant J.C. Hallowell, of Parker's Battery.

Because many brave and good men have died in the defence of their country, it is no less our duty to cherish the memory of each new offering upon the altar of liberty. Efforts were made by friends at home to induce Sergt Hallowell to quit the field and enter some office in Richmond, but without success. He had put his hands to the plow, and though wife and others urged him, he looked not back. At the battle of Chancellorsville he was honorably mentioned, and in the report of his commanding officer the company voted him a medal. Oh how sadly do we miss him, as he stood every inch a soldier at the head of the company, at the morning and evening roll-call, and how did our eyes fill with tears when we looked upon his amputated right arm, and remembered that no more would these fingers strike the guitar in the silent evening hour; but now, alas ! his voice is also hushed; still we will love and remember him in all our marches and counter marches, and hope to meet him in a brighter and purer world."


Source: Richmond Daily Dispatch

Civil War Confederate Soldier. "Died, at Williamsport, Md, on the 20th July, from wounds received at Gettysburg, Sergeant J.C. Hallowell, of Parker's Battery.

Because many brave and good men have died in the defence of their country, it is no less our duty to cherish the memory of each new offering upon the altar of liberty. Efforts were made by friends at home to induce Sergt Hallowell to quit the field and enter some office in Richmond, but without success. He had put his hands to the plow, and though wife and others urged him, he looked not back. At the battle of Chancellorsville he was honorably mentioned, and in the report of his commanding officer the company voted him a medal. Oh how sadly do we miss him, as he stood every inch a soldier at the head of the company, at the morning and evening roll-call, and how did our eyes fill with tears when we looked upon his amputated right arm, and remembered that no more would these fingers strike the guitar in the silent evening hour; but now, alas ! his voice is also hushed; still we will love and remember him in all our marches and counter marches, and hope to meet him in a brighter and purer world."


Source: Richmond Daily Dispatch