David was born in Mississippi around 1803 to James Collinsworth and Jane Brown Collinsworth. He ws the older brother of George Morse Collinsworth.
David was killed at Goliad on October 29, 1835.
His party was attacked by Indians about 12 miles from the Goliad Fort. He was shot and yelled "Oh, Lord!" as he was hit and fell from his horse. The party retreated and returned the next day for his body. "He was shot in the neck, and probably killed instantly"
He is buried in Goliad with honors of war per Capt. Ingram
Stephen L. Moore, Savage Frontier: Rangers, Riflemen, and Indian Wars in Texas, 1835-1837 (Denton: University of North Texas Press, 2002), 1:48.
As printed in the Mobile Morning Chronicle, December 15, 1837
"Lines
"To the Memory of Lieutenant John [David C Collinsworth] Collinsworth who was shot by an Indian after the capture of Fort La Bahia Texas in which attack he [Capt George M Collinsworth] commanded the American Forces.
"By a Lady
"The Warrior is gone but he died in glory
He fell not in battle by arm of the foe,
Dark, dark was the deed, ensanguined the story
The Savage at midnight laid Collinsworth low.
O ne’re will the Hero awake again at midnight never,
Cold and still is the heart of the warrior so brave,
His bright eyes closed, his voice stilled forever
And naught but the requiem heard o’er his grave.
The deed it was done at the dead hour of midnight
When of home and friends he was fondly dreaming
By the dim misty stars and plaid light
The shot of the Savage went fatally gleaning.
The battle was won, and to sleep and to rest
He hid with his war cloak wrapped lightly around him
The pure heart of youth beating light in his breast
As in memory his friends and kindred surround him.
Oh that all his brightning hopes should have proved
Like the flowers that will fade o’er tomorrow
Amid the heart throbbing of his anxious love
Ever end but in death and sorrow.
Could he have died in his own native land
When his friends and kindred were near him
And not by the murdering savages hand
With no thought of Heaven to cheer him.
But it rocks not with him and he sleeps not less soundly
In his grave where his comrades had left him
Than if homes bending willows sadly crown
Or the hearts he had loved fondly had wept him.
Then why should we mourn, for he feels not the rays
That the pestilential sun’s shedding over him
Nor shares in the grief that will e’re darken the days
Of the friends that must ever deplore him.
Had the morning star dawned on the warriors awakening
He far from the battle field had gone
For the vision of his home was breaking
That told him of honor and glory to come.
None knew the young warrior, but loved thee not dearly
So rare were they virtues, thy beauty, thy worth
Time can never teach us to mourn less sincerely
While we feel we meet again not on earth.
Thou art gone beloved David, but you died noble with glory
You fell not in death by the arm of the foe
O dastard war the deed ensanguined the story,
The Savage at midnight laid Collinsworth low.
(IONE)
(Signed Ione)
Brother George M. Collinsworth Find A Grave Memorial# 31717675
David was killed at Goliad on October 29, 1835.
His party was attacked by Indians about 12 miles from the Goliad Fort. He was shot and yelled "Oh, Lord!" as he was hit and fell from his horse. The party retreated and returned the next day for his body. "He was shot in the neck, and probably killed instantly"
He is buried in Goliad with honors of war per Capt. Ingram
Stephen L. Moore, Savage Frontier: Rangers, Riflemen, and Indian Wars in Texas, 1835-1837 (Denton: University of North Texas Press, 2002), 1:48.
As printed in the Mobile Morning Chronicle, December 15, 1837
"Lines
"To the Memory of Lieutenant John [David C Collinsworth] Collinsworth who was shot by an Indian after the capture of Fort La Bahia Texas in which attack he [Capt George M Collinsworth] commanded the American Forces.
"By a Lady
"The Warrior is gone but he died in glory
He fell not in battle by arm of the foe,
Dark, dark was the deed, ensanguined the story
The Savage at midnight laid Collinsworth low.
O ne’re will the Hero awake again at midnight never,
Cold and still is the heart of the warrior so brave,
His bright eyes closed, his voice stilled forever
And naught but the requiem heard o’er his grave.
The deed it was done at the dead hour of midnight
When of home and friends he was fondly dreaming
By the dim misty stars and plaid light
The shot of the Savage went fatally gleaning.
The battle was won, and to sleep and to rest
He hid with his war cloak wrapped lightly around him
The pure heart of youth beating light in his breast
As in memory his friends and kindred surround him.
Oh that all his brightning hopes should have proved
Like the flowers that will fade o’er tomorrow
Amid the heart throbbing of his anxious love
Ever end but in death and sorrow.
Could he have died in his own native land
When his friends and kindred were near him
And not by the murdering savages hand
With no thought of Heaven to cheer him.
But it rocks not with him and he sleeps not less soundly
In his grave where his comrades had left him
Than if homes bending willows sadly crown
Or the hearts he had loved fondly had wept him.
Then why should we mourn, for he feels not the rays
That the pestilential sun’s shedding over him
Nor shares in the grief that will e’re darken the days
Of the friends that must ever deplore him.
Had the morning star dawned on the warriors awakening
He far from the battle field had gone
For the vision of his home was breaking
That told him of honor and glory to come.
None knew the young warrior, but loved thee not dearly
So rare were they virtues, thy beauty, thy worth
Time can never teach us to mourn less sincerely
While we feel we meet again not on earth.
Thou art gone beloved David, but you died noble with glory
You fell not in death by the arm of the foe
O dastard war the deed ensanguined the story,
The Savage at midnight laid Collinsworth low.
(IONE)
(Signed Ione)
Brother George M. Collinsworth Find A Grave Memorial# 31717675
David was born in Mississippi around 1803 to James Collinsworth and Jane Brown Collinsworth. He ws the older brother of George Morse Collinsworth.
David was killed at Goliad on October 29, 1835.
His party was attacked by Indians about 12 miles from the Goliad Fort. He was shot and yelled "Oh, Lord!" as he was hit and fell from his horse. The party retreated and returned the next day for his body. "He was shot in the neck, and probably killed instantly"
He is buried in Goliad with honors of war per Capt. Ingram
Stephen L. Moore, Savage Frontier: Rangers, Riflemen, and Indian Wars in Texas, 1835-1837 (Denton: University of North Texas Press, 2002), 1:48.
As printed in the Mobile Morning Chronicle, December 15, 1837
"Lines
"To the Memory of Lieutenant John [David C Collinsworth] Collinsworth who was shot by an Indian after the capture of Fort La Bahia Texas in which attack he [Capt George M Collinsworth] commanded the American Forces.
"By a Lady
"The Warrior is gone but he died in glory
He fell not in battle by arm of the foe,
Dark, dark was the deed, ensanguined the story
The Savage at midnight laid Collinsworth low.
O ne’re will the Hero awake again at midnight never,
Cold and still is the heart of the warrior so brave,
His bright eyes closed, his voice stilled forever
And naught but the requiem heard o’er his grave.
The deed it was done at the dead hour of midnight
When of home and friends he was fondly dreaming
By the dim misty stars and plaid light
The shot of the Savage went fatally gleaning.
The battle was won, and to sleep and to rest
He hid with his war cloak wrapped lightly around him
The pure heart of youth beating light in his breast
As in memory his friends and kindred surround him.
Oh that all his brightning hopes should have proved
Like the flowers that will fade o’er tomorrow
Amid the heart throbbing of his anxious love
Ever end but in death and sorrow.
Could he have died in his own native land
When his friends and kindred were near him
And not by the murdering savages hand
With no thought of Heaven to cheer him.
But it rocks not with him and he sleeps not less soundly
In his grave where his comrades had left him
Than if homes bending willows sadly crown
Or the hearts he had loved fondly had wept him.
Then why should we mourn, for he feels not the rays
That the pestilential sun’s shedding over him
Nor shares in the grief that will e’re darken the days
Of the friends that must ever deplore him.
Had the morning star dawned on the warriors awakening
He far from the battle field had gone
For the vision of his home was breaking
That told him of honor and glory to come.
None knew the young warrior, but loved thee not dearly
So rare were they virtues, thy beauty, thy worth
Time can never teach us to mourn less sincerely
While we feel we meet again not on earth.
Thou art gone beloved David, but you died noble with glory
You fell not in death by the arm of the foe
O dastard war the deed ensanguined the story,
The Savage at midnight laid Collinsworth low.
(IONE)
(Signed Ione)
Brother George M. Collinsworth Find A Grave Memorial# 31717675
David was killed at Goliad on October 29, 1835.
His party was attacked by Indians about 12 miles from the Goliad Fort. He was shot and yelled "Oh, Lord!" as he was hit and fell from his horse. The party retreated and returned the next day for his body. "He was shot in the neck, and probably killed instantly"
He is buried in Goliad with honors of war per Capt. Ingram
Stephen L. Moore, Savage Frontier: Rangers, Riflemen, and Indian Wars in Texas, 1835-1837 (Denton: University of North Texas Press, 2002), 1:48.
As printed in the Mobile Morning Chronicle, December 15, 1837
"Lines
"To the Memory of Lieutenant John [David C Collinsworth] Collinsworth who was shot by an Indian after the capture of Fort La Bahia Texas in which attack he [Capt George M Collinsworth] commanded the American Forces.
"By a Lady
"The Warrior is gone but he died in glory
He fell not in battle by arm of the foe,
Dark, dark was the deed, ensanguined the story
The Savage at midnight laid Collinsworth low.
O ne’re will the Hero awake again at midnight never,
Cold and still is the heart of the warrior so brave,
His bright eyes closed, his voice stilled forever
And naught but the requiem heard o’er his grave.
The deed it was done at the dead hour of midnight
When of home and friends he was fondly dreaming
By the dim misty stars and plaid light
The shot of the Savage went fatally gleaning.
The battle was won, and to sleep and to rest
He hid with his war cloak wrapped lightly around him
The pure heart of youth beating light in his breast
As in memory his friends and kindred surround him.
Oh that all his brightning hopes should have proved
Like the flowers that will fade o’er tomorrow
Amid the heart throbbing of his anxious love
Ever end but in death and sorrow.
Could he have died in his own native land
When his friends and kindred were near him
And not by the murdering savages hand
With no thought of Heaven to cheer him.
But it rocks not with him and he sleeps not less soundly
In his grave where his comrades had left him
Than if homes bending willows sadly crown
Or the hearts he had loved fondly had wept him.
Then why should we mourn, for he feels not the rays
That the pestilential sun’s shedding over him
Nor shares in the grief that will e’re darken the days
Of the friends that must ever deplore him.
Had the morning star dawned on the warriors awakening
He far from the battle field had gone
For the vision of his home was breaking
That told him of honor and glory to come.
None knew the young warrior, but loved thee not dearly
So rare were they virtues, thy beauty, thy worth
Time can never teach us to mourn less sincerely
While we feel we meet again not on earth.
Thou art gone beloved David, but you died noble with glory
You fell not in death by the arm of the foe
O dastard war the deed ensanguined the story,
The Savage at midnight laid Collinsworth low.
(IONE)
(Signed Ione)
Brother George M. Collinsworth Find A Grave Memorial# 31717675
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