Died in a riverboat accident when his daughter Lottie was only thirteen.

Parents:
William Moon (b. 11/26/1770 in Fluvanna, VA; d. 9/26/1840 in Scottsdale, Albemarle, VA)

Charlotte Diggs (b. 11/18/1773 in Mecklenburg County, VA; d. 1/14/1839 in Albemarle, VA)

Grandparents:
Jacob Moon (BIRTH 1748 Person, North Carolina; 1811 Surry, North Carolina, United States

Mildred Hamner (BIRTH 1753 Albemarle, Virginia; DEATH 1811 Albermarle, Virginia)

Edward and Oriana's Children:

1. Thomas Barclay Moon (1831–1855)

2. Issac Anderson Moon (1836–1906) - U.S. Civil War, enlistment as Private in Company I, Virginia 5th Cavalry Regiment, survived the war and was a school teacher in 1880. His brother-in-law, John Harris, age 61, a tobacconist, and his nephew, A. Harris, a 23 year old school teacher, were living with him in 1880.

3. J B Moon (1838–1838)
4. Julia B Moon (1839–1842)
5. "Lottie" Charlotte Digges Moon (1840–1912)
6. Dr. Oriana Russell "Orie" Moon (1843–1883)
7. Sarah Coleman Sallie Moon (1843–1891)
8. Mary Elizabeth "Mollie" Moon (1848–1876)
9. Edmonia Harris Eddie Moon (1851–1908)
10. James Moon (1853–1863)

Edward was a merchant. His great-uncle Captain Harris took him and his brother Isaac into the business. After the death of Captain Harris, Edward, along with his brothers Isaac and John, inherited the Harris estate and business. Every year Edward and Isaac made the trip to Memphis and New Orleans to buy cotton. Edward usually went to New Orleans while Isaac continued on to Memphis. In 1852 Edward made the whole trip alone due to an illness Isaac had. On the return trip there was a fire on the boat as he was attempting to save his leather trunk full of money for the business transactions in Memphis he was stricken with apoplexy and died on the shore. He was buried at the family plot at Viewment Plantation.

Captain Harris's father, William Lee Harris, was the oldest son of Matthew Harris and Elizabeth Lee Harris. Born on his parents' plantation in York County, Virginia, he moved north-west into Virginia's rich Piedmont territory during the 1730s, marrying Mary Netherland in Goochland County in 1736. They secured extensive land-holdings in what would become Albemarle County in 1744 (formed from parts of Louisa & Goochland Counties) and set up the first grist-mill in the area of Green Creek.

History of Viewmont Plantation, by Terry Guedri:

Edward and Anna lived at Viewmont Plantation, which Captain Harris gave them as a wedding present. Viewmont, near Carter's Bridge, is five miles from Mount Ayr, and is thought to be the oldest house standing in Albemarle County. The estate was patented in 1750. It was one of the famous farms in Albemarle County and included 5,000 acres, much of it planted in corn, tobacco, wheat, and pasture land, tended by over 800 slaves. The house was built by Colonel Joshua Fry, a famous Colonial architect between 1744-1751. Situated on a hill with extensive sloping grounds, the timbers were hewn by hand with broad-axes and put together by hand-made nails. Two great chimneys towered at the gables, each large enough for two fireplaces.

In 1786 Colonel Fry sold Viewmont to Governor Edmund Randolph, who lived there 12 years, then sold the place to William Carter. In 1803, Captain Harris purchased it from Tucker Woodson.

A marker by the side of the road, erected by the Albemarle Chapter of the D.A.R. in 1930, points out Viewmont and states that it is believed to be the oldest house in Albemarle County.

Viewmont may have been constructed by 1737, the year Fry's eldest son, John, was born. The original house burned before 1800 and was rebuilt on the foundation; the new dwelling ... retained the old, massive chimneys. Randolph sold the property in 1798 to William Champe Carter, who in turn sold it in 1803 to Captain John Harris, who at the time of his death in 1832 owned eight large estates and was the wealthiest man in the county.

About Edward's daughter:
A "History" of the Women of Albemarle County, VA

Charlottesville Chapter
National Association of Women

ORIANNA MOON ANDREWS
In the mid-1850’s the residents of the town of Scottsville were horrified to learn that a daughter of one of the town’s most prominent families, the Moons of “Viewmont,” had announced that she too, like her brother, wished to become a doctor. Nevertheless, Orianna Moon was not deterred, and, encouraged by her parents, left Virginia to begin her education, first at a preparatory school, Troy Female Seminary in Troy, New York. After graduation there, Orianna returned to Virginia speaking of the freedom she had seen among Northern women, of discussions of women’s rights, and even of abolition of slavery. She graduated from the Female Medical College of Pennsylvania in 1857 as a doctor. For a while, after graduation, Orianna joined her uncle, James Barclay, a Campbellite missionary in Jerusalem healing the “heathen.”

Charlottesville was a hospital center during the Civil War and Orianna Moon assisted in turning University of Virginia buildings into hospital units. Her efforts were recognized by her award of a surgeon’s commission as a captain in the Confederate Army – reputedly the only one given to a woman. Called in to assist a young doctor whose brother was dying after the battle at Manassas, Orianna Moon fell in love and later married this Dr. John S. Andrews. They practiced together, first in Tennessee and then returned to establish a hospital in Scottsville in 1882.

From a family long prominent on the South-side a little group of missionaries went out to the Holy Land. This consisted of Dr. James T. Barclay, with his wife and children; his niece, Dr. Oriarina Moon of Viewmont, afterwards married to Dr. John S. Andrews, joining them a few years later.

Dr. Barclay was a grandson of the Thomas Barclay who was a personal friend of Washington and Jefferson, and who served as First Consul-General to France in 1785, as Commissioner to tile Emperor of Morocco, and as Consul-General to Morocco in 1791. Having married an aunt of Mary Julia Baldwin of Staunton, Dr. Barclay the next year (1831) purchased Monticello, and successfully restored the original terraces and plantings. His seventeen-year-old wife maintained the establishment in a manner which won for her the affectionate admiration of the dispossessed Randolphs. However, after four years, they were forced to sell, the stream of visitors having become an unbearable burden.

Soon after this, Dr. and Mrs. Barclay decided to go as missionaries to China, and Mrs. Barclay sold her jewelry, including her wedding ring, as a missioriary offering. The grief of Dr. Barclay's mother, however, was so great, that the plan was ahandoned. After her death they freed their slaves and started, in October, 1850, for Jerusalem, as the first missionaries of the Disciples Church. During Dr. Barclay's first stay in Jerusalem he assembled the material for a book-once widely popular-"The City of the Great King." This was illustrated by his daughter, who at the risk of her life entered the Tomb of David, and sketched the first picture of it that was ever given to the public. Dr. Barclay, by crawling through sewers undenteath the Mosque of Omar (built on the site of Solomon's Temple), made accurate measurements of this edifice. He also did the first printing ever attempted in the Holy City.

Returning in 1854 for a vacation, he published his book, and the next year was appointed by the President to a special position at the Philadelphia Mint, where he made experiments for the prevention of counterfeiting and the deterioration of our metallic currency. In this, lie was so successful that the lower house of Congress passed a bill awarding him a gift of one hundred thousand dollars. This bill the Senate failed to endorse by one vote. Hav-returned [sic] to Jerusalem, Dr. Barclay's missionary labors were ended by the outbreak of the Civil War. He died in the home of his son in Alabama.

Dr. Orianna Moon graduated in 1857 from the Female Medical College of Pennsylvania, afterwards known as The Woman's Medical College. Only five classes, consisting of thirty-one women, had preceded hers, so she may well be considered a pioneer among professional women. Dr. Moon was baptized by her uncle in the pool of Siloam, and for some years practiced medicine among the poor Arabs upon Mt. Olivet.

As to the religious life of the community, it is Interesting to note the difference of opinion expressed by two of the County's citizens. Writing in 1822 Mr. Jefferson says:

"In our Richmond there is much fanaticism, but chiefly among the women. In our village of Charlottesville there is a good degree of religion, with a small spice only of fatiaticism. We have four sects, but without either church or meeting house. The court house is the common temple, one Sunday in the month to each. Here, Episcolpalian and Presbyterian, Methodist and Baptist, meet together, join in hymning their Maker, listen with attention and devotion to each others preachers and all mix in society in perfect harmony."

This was so to the Old Unitarian's taste that he was a frequent worshipper, being accustomed to ride in on horseback, and carrying under his arm a liglit sort of cane, which opened into a chair-his own invention.

A Civil War story from article by Dr. Philip Shriver

This Lotie Moon is actually Cynthia Charlotte Moon, daughter of Robert Moon & Cynthia Ann Sullivan.

"We must focus attention on Charlotte "Lottie" Moon. Charlotte, nicknamed Lottie, was one of three sisters and two brothers in the Moon family. They lived adjacent to the Miami campus, initially in the home that was occupied until last year by the Beta Theta Pi headquarters. Then they moved several doors down east on High Street to what is still called the Lottie Moon house, on the corner of University and High, across the street from the guest cottage of this university.

Let's simply say Lottie Moon, her sisters, and her two brothers, with Virginia and Tennessee in their backgrounds, along with their parents remained loyal to the South when the split came in 1861 between North and South and the Civil War erupted. Both Moon boys would serve in the Confederate armed forces, one in the navy, one in the army. One of Lottie Moon's sisters, like Lottie, would serve as an espionage agent, but only Lottie would really reach top stature as the skilled Mata Hari of her generation.

For me there are two favorite memories of Lottie during the war. The first came in October, 1862, when Lottie attended a meeting of espionage agents in Toronto, Canada for gathering of information. Lottie then returned to the States. Meaning to get to the Confederacy, she presented herself in Washington, D.C., at the Office of the Secretary of War, Edwin M. Stanton. She told the Secretary that she was an English noble-woman, that her name was the Lady Hull, who had come all the way from Britain to take baths in the warm waters of Virginia, only to find there was a war on. How could she possibly get to the other side of the front lines to get into those warm waters to treat her ailing joints, to get relief from the rheumatism and the arthritis which so badly crippled her? The Secretary, totally persuaded that Lottie was what she presented herself to be, felt compassion. He told Lottie that it just so happened that President Lincoln himself was going the next day to inspect the troops in the front lines, just to the east of Richmond. She could ride in the President's personal carriage with Abraham Lincoln, down to the lines. He would even give her a note to assure safe passage through the lines and on to the warm springs of Virginia for treatment.

The next day, there was Oxford's Lottie Moon seated next to the President of the United States, riding in the latter's personal carriage, and across from her the Secretary of War, Edwin M. Stanton. As the carriage rumbled on through the hills of northern Virginia, Lady Hull, exhausted from her long trip over to this new world, fell asleep, or so it seemed. As she dozed on, with audible sounds of slumber periodically escaping from her lips, the President and the Secretary of War began to become less and less discreet in their comments about what needed to be done in the war in the next few weeks. Before long they were divulging the most confidential information, and there was Lottie Moon absorbing it all as she feigned slumber. They arrived at the front lines, and Lottie, with the note, passed on through to see Jefferson Davis himself. She delivered to the South the important information, which for months thereafter cost the North dearly in terms of actions that were anticipated by Confederate troops even before they occurred, resulting in defeat after defeat for Northern troops. It was because of this that Stanton and Lincoln finally agreed that they'd been duped--that Lady Hull had been in fact a Confederate agent, and they came to know that she was Lottie Moon. Secretary Stanton himself put a price of $10,000 on her head, dead or alive.

The scene shifts. I'll not go into detail. I'll simply say that when Lottie Moon was growing up she had a score or more of suitors in this small place. She really wanted to marry James Clark, a fellow Virginian and Miami graduate who had gone into a career in law and [who] was somewhat older than the rest. She finally agreed to marry a younger man closer to her age, Lieutenant Ambrose Burnside of Liberty, Indiana. Lieutenant Burnside and Lottie set the date for the wedding, June 21, 1848. This was some years before the war. On that day, before a full assemblage in the church, when the minister asked Ambrose if he would take Lottie to be his wife, he nodded and said he would. [The minister] turned to Charlotte, Lottie, and asked if she would take Ambrose to be her husband. She looked at the tall young lieutenant beside her, shook her head defiantly side to side, and said "No, Sir-eee Bob, I won't!" There at the alter she had changed her mind. She really wanted James Clark, not Ambrose Burnside.

The scene shifts to April, 1863. In those fifteen years Lottie had married James Clark, and now she was Lottie Moon Clark, engaged in espionage against the North. In April, 1863 she made her way to Cincinnati hoping to cross the river into Kentucky, disguised now as an Irish scrubwoman. She was bound, she said, for Lexington, to visit her boy who had been injured in combat and needed a mother's love. A young private, standing his first watch, said he did not have authority to let her through. She asked who did, and he said, "The general." Said Lottie, "Take me to the general." The private did. They went up the stairs to an office on the second floor. They knocked on the door, and a voice called out, "Come in." In they walked to behold, seated behind the desk in general's stars, Ambrose E. Burnside. He was now in command of the defense of southern Ohio, southeastern Indiana, and northern Kentucky. She could be Lady Hull, using words in the best English, and no interruption. But now, as an Irish scrubwoman, the Irish dialect left her as she tried to tell the general why she needed a pass to see her wounded son in the hospital in Lexington. After several false starts General Burnside recognized who he was confronting. He said, "Lottie, I know who you are." Despite her protestations he insisted he knew who she was, and finally she agreed. Yes, she was Lottie. The general could have had her shot or hung, but there was still a spark. He agreed instead to place her under house arrest at the Burnet house in Cincinnati if she would forgo any further espionage service for the South in the remainder of the war. She agreed, and she lived out the war in Cincinnati under house arrest. We still have, across the street from this campus, the Lottie Moon House, attesting that one of the South's three foremost spies of the Civil War called Oxford home.