Tri County Gazette 29 August 1891
William B. Wharton was born in Morrisville, Bucks County, Pennsylvania on August 6th, 1820 and died August 23rd 1891, aged 71years, and 17 days. He was united in marriage to Martha A. Highway in Warren, Co., Ohio, in 1842 and moved to Fulton Co, Indiana, in 1847.
He with his wife united with the Yellow Creek Baptist Church in 1849, and was at the time of his death a member of the Mentone Baptist Church. His first wife died in 1859 and in 1872 he was united in marriage to Nancy A. Herron. He was the father of six children two of whom with their mother have preceded him to the other shore to await his coming.
During his sickness he frequently told those around him that he had done many wrongs, but he had prayed for forgiveness and that the Lord had freely forgiven him, and when the end came he was perfectly calm, bidding those around him good by, also saying vain world adieu, he then expired without a struggle.
He leaves one brother, a sister, four children, four step daughters with many grandchildren to mourn his loss.
When his county was in peril he was the first to respond to the call, carrying the first flag that went out of Fulton County into the service. That same flag has been frequently carried on Memorial Day as he had assisted in the decoration of his comrades' graves. He enlisted in the defense of his county, in company A, 26th Regiment, Indiana Volunteer Infantry at Rochester, Ind, August 30, 1861, and was honorably discharged by reason of disability at New Orleans, March 12, 1864, He was a brave and true soldier carrying the flag of his company through many battles.
The funeral services took place at the Baptist Church in Mentone conducted by the pastor, Rev, O.A. Cook. The internment was conducted by the G.A.R. according to the ritual of the order in the presence of a large assembly of people.
Headquarters William Raber post, No 429 G.A.R. Mentone, Ind. Aug. 26, '91.
Whereas: our most worthy comrade William B. Wharton has answered the final roll call and had been mustered out of the service on earth, victorious even in death through faith in God, he has answered the bugle call from beyond the river, therefore be it.
Resolved; that Wm. Raber post desired thus publicly to give the highest possible honor to the memory of their fellow comrade. Comrade Wharton was no ordinary soldier, performing the common routine of duty he was heart and soul a patriot, trusted implicitly by his officers, honored by his comrades, for three years the standard bearer of his regiment the flag he loved was never trailed, but like the white plume of Navarre it became the oriflamme of war; possessed of a strength that was Herculean, a figure that was commanding, a bearing that was martial, a tread that was ever firm and unflinching, a courage that was dauntless and eyes from which shone the light of victory. His very presence was an inspiration which made him a host for freedom, with a loyalty that never wavered under discouragement, a faith in his country, that never doubted under trials or difficulties. He offered his first born as well as himself upon the alter of his country. No disloyal word ever passed unrebuked and no insult to the flag unresented in his presence.
He was the highest type of courage, loyalty, heroism, and devotion, and his memory will be an inspiration to patriotism for coming generations. In doing honor to him we feel that we honor ourselves. Our ranks are broken never to be closed up. A chair is vacant at the post, a place is empty at the campfire; no more will he bear aloft the old battle scarred flag under whose tattered folds we marched each decoration day to scatter flowers over the sleeping forms of our departed comrades, and to kindle anew the fires of patriotism and loyalty.
As a man and citizen he was just and upright, as a husband he was kind and affectionate, as a father he was tender and indulgent.
While we weep with his sorrowing friends and relatives we offer the sincere prayer that, "he who temperes the wind to shorn lamb" may comfort those who weep with us over the grave when we have tenderly laid him to rest.
William B. Wharton was born in Morrisville, Bucks County, Pennsylvania on August 6th, 1820 and died August 23rd 1891, aged 71years, and 17 days. He was united in marriage to Martha A. Highway in Warren, Co., Ohio, in 1842 and moved to Fulton Co, Indiana, in 1847.
He with his wife united with the Yellow Creek Baptist Church in 1849, and was at the time of his death a member of the Mentone Baptist Church. His first wife died in 1859 and in 1872 he was united in marriage to Nancy A. Herron. He was the father of six children two of whom with their mother have preceded him to the other shore to await his coming.
During his sickness he frequently told those around him that he had done many wrongs, but he had prayed for forgiveness and that the Lord had freely forgiven him, and when the end came he was perfectly calm, bidding those around him good by, also saying vain world adieu, he then expired without a struggle.
He leaves one brother, a sister, four children, four step daughters with many grandchildren to mourn his loss.
When his county was in peril he was the first to respond to the call, carrying the first flag that went out of Fulton County into the service. That same flag has been frequently carried on Memorial Day as he had assisted in the decoration of his comrades' graves. He enlisted in the defense of his county, in company A, 26th Regiment, Indiana Volunteer Infantry at Rochester, Ind, August 30, 1861, and was honorably discharged by reason of disability at New Orleans, March 12, 1864, He was a brave and true soldier carrying the flag of his company through many battles.
The funeral services took place at the Baptist Church in Mentone conducted by the pastor, Rev, O.A. Cook. The internment was conducted by the G.A.R. according to the ritual of the order in the presence of a large assembly of people.
Headquarters William Raber post, No 429 G.A.R. Mentone, Ind. Aug. 26, '91.
Whereas: our most worthy comrade William B. Wharton has answered the final roll call and had been mustered out of the service on earth, victorious even in death through faith in God, he has answered the bugle call from beyond the river, therefore be it.
Resolved; that Wm. Raber post desired thus publicly to give the highest possible honor to the memory of their fellow comrade. Comrade Wharton was no ordinary soldier, performing the common routine of duty he was heart and soul a patriot, trusted implicitly by his officers, honored by his comrades, for three years the standard bearer of his regiment the flag he loved was never trailed, but like the white plume of Navarre it became the oriflamme of war; possessed of a strength that was Herculean, a figure that was commanding, a bearing that was martial, a tread that was ever firm and unflinching, a courage that was dauntless and eyes from which shone the light of victory. His very presence was an inspiration which made him a host for freedom, with a loyalty that never wavered under discouragement, a faith in his country, that never doubted under trials or difficulties. He offered his first born as well as himself upon the alter of his country. No disloyal word ever passed unrebuked and no insult to the flag unresented in his presence.
He was the highest type of courage, loyalty, heroism, and devotion, and his memory will be an inspiration to patriotism for coming generations. In doing honor to him we feel that we honor ourselves. Our ranks are broken never to be closed up. A chair is vacant at the post, a place is empty at the campfire; no more will he bear aloft the old battle scarred flag under whose tattered folds we marched each decoration day to scatter flowers over the sleeping forms of our departed comrades, and to kindle anew the fires of patriotism and loyalty.
As a man and citizen he was just and upright, as a husband he was kind and affectionate, as a father he was tender and indulgent.
While we weep with his sorrowing friends and relatives we offer the sincere prayer that, "he who temperes the wind to shorn lamb" may comfort those who weep with us over the grave when we have tenderly laid him to rest.
Tri County Gazette 29 August 1891
William B. Wharton was born in Morrisville, Bucks County, Pennsylvania on August 6th, 1820 and died August 23rd 1891, aged 71years, and 17 days. He was united in marriage to Martha A. Highway in Warren, Co., Ohio, in 1842 and moved to Fulton Co, Indiana, in 1847.
He with his wife united with the Yellow Creek Baptist Church in 1849, and was at the time of his death a member of the Mentone Baptist Church. His first wife died in 1859 and in 1872 he was united in marriage to Nancy A. Herron. He was the father of six children two of whom with their mother have preceded him to the other shore to await his coming.
During his sickness he frequently told those around him that he had done many wrongs, but he had prayed for forgiveness and that the Lord had freely forgiven him, and when the end came he was perfectly calm, bidding those around him good by, also saying vain world adieu, he then expired without a struggle.
He leaves one brother, a sister, four children, four step daughters with many grandchildren to mourn his loss.
When his county was in peril he was the first to respond to the call, carrying the first flag that went out of Fulton County into the service. That same flag has been frequently carried on Memorial Day as he had assisted in the decoration of his comrades' graves. He enlisted in the defense of his county, in company A, 26th Regiment, Indiana Volunteer Infantry at Rochester, Ind, August 30, 1861, and was honorably discharged by reason of disability at New Orleans, March 12, 1864, He was a brave and true soldier carrying the flag of his company through many battles.
The funeral services took place at the Baptist Church in Mentone conducted by the pastor, Rev, O.A. Cook. The internment was conducted by the G.A.R. according to the ritual of the order in the presence of a large assembly of people.
Headquarters William Raber post, No 429 G.A.R. Mentone, Ind. Aug. 26, '91.
Whereas: our most worthy comrade William B. Wharton has answered the final roll call and had been mustered out of the service on earth, victorious even in death through faith in God, he has answered the bugle call from beyond the river, therefore be it.
Resolved; that Wm. Raber post desired thus publicly to give the highest possible honor to the memory of their fellow comrade. Comrade Wharton was no ordinary soldier, performing the common routine of duty he was heart and soul a patriot, trusted implicitly by his officers, honored by his comrades, for three years the standard bearer of his regiment the flag he loved was never trailed, but like the white plume of Navarre it became the oriflamme of war; possessed of a strength that was Herculean, a figure that was commanding, a bearing that was martial, a tread that was ever firm and unflinching, a courage that was dauntless and eyes from which shone the light of victory. His very presence was an inspiration which made him a host for freedom, with a loyalty that never wavered under discouragement, a faith in his country, that never doubted under trials or difficulties. He offered his first born as well as himself upon the alter of his country. No disloyal word ever passed unrebuked and no insult to the flag unresented in his presence.
He was the highest type of courage, loyalty, heroism, and devotion, and his memory will be an inspiration to patriotism for coming generations. In doing honor to him we feel that we honor ourselves. Our ranks are broken never to be closed up. A chair is vacant at the post, a place is empty at the campfire; no more will he bear aloft the old battle scarred flag under whose tattered folds we marched each decoration day to scatter flowers over the sleeping forms of our departed comrades, and to kindle anew the fires of patriotism and loyalty.
As a man and citizen he was just and upright, as a husband he was kind and affectionate, as a father he was tender and indulgent.
While we weep with his sorrowing friends and relatives we offer the sincere prayer that, "he who temperes the wind to shorn lamb" may comfort those who weep with us over the grave when we have tenderly laid him to rest.
William B. Wharton was born in Morrisville, Bucks County, Pennsylvania on August 6th, 1820 and died August 23rd 1891, aged 71years, and 17 days. He was united in marriage to Martha A. Highway in Warren, Co., Ohio, in 1842 and moved to Fulton Co, Indiana, in 1847.
He with his wife united with the Yellow Creek Baptist Church in 1849, and was at the time of his death a member of the Mentone Baptist Church. His first wife died in 1859 and in 1872 he was united in marriage to Nancy A. Herron. He was the father of six children two of whom with their mother have preceded him to the other shore to await his coming.
During his sickness he frequently told those around him that he had done many wrongs, but he had prayed for forgiveness and that the Lord had freely forgiven him, and when the end came he was perfectly calm, bidding those around him good by, also saying vain world adieu, he then expired without a struggle.
He leaves one brother, a sister, four children, four step daughters with many grandchildren to mourn his loss.
When his county was in peril he was the first to respond to the call, carrying the first flag that went out of Fulton County into the service. That same flag has been frequently carried on Memorial Day as he had assisted in the decoration of his comrades' graves. He enlisted in the defense of his county, in company A, 26th Regiment, Indiana Volunteer Infantry at Rochester, Ind, August 30, 1861, and was honorably discharged by reason of disability at New Orleans, March 12, 1864, He was a brave and true soldier carrying the flag of his company through many battles.
The funeral services took place at the Baptist Church in Mentone conducted by the pastor, Rev, O.A. Cook. The internment was conducted by the G.A.R. according to the ritual of the order in the presence of a large assembly of people.
Headquarters William Raber post, No 429 G.A.R. Mentone, Ind. Aug. 26, '91.
Whereas: our most worthy comrade William B. Wharton has answered the final roll call and had been mustered out of the service on earth, victorious even in death through faith in God, he has answered the bugle call from beyond the river, therefore be it.
Resolved; that Wm. Raber post desired thus publicly to give the highest possible honor to the memory of their fellow comrade. Comrade Wharton was no ordinary soldier, performing the common routine of duty he was heart and soul a patriot, trusted implicitly by his officers, honored by his comrades, for three years the standard bearer of his regiment the flag he loved was never trailed, but like the white plume of Navarre it became the oriflamme of war; possessed of a strength that was Herculean, a figure that was commanding, a bearing that was martial, a tread that was ever firm and unflinching, a courage that was dauntless and eyes from which shone the light of victory. His very presence was an inspiration which made him a host for freedom, with a loyalty that never wavered under discouragement, a faith in his country, that never doubted under trials or difficulties. He offered his first born as well as himself upon the alter of his country. No disloyal word ever passed unrebuked and no insult to the flag unresented in his presence.
He was the highest type of courage, loyalty, heroism, and devotion, and his memory will be an inspiration to patriotism for coming generations. In doing honor to him we feel that we honor ourselves. Our ranks are broken never to be closed up. A chair is vacant at the post, a place is empty at the campfire; no more will he bear aloft the old battle scarred flag under whose tattered folds we marched each decoration day to scatter flowers over the sleeping forms of our departed comrades, and to kindle anew the fires of patriotism and loyalty.
As a man and citizen he was just and upright, as a husband he was kind and affectionate, as a father he was tender and indulgent.
While we weep with his sorrowing friends and relatives we offer the sincere prayer that, "he who temperes the wind to shorn lamb" may comfort those who weep with us over the grave when we have tenderly laid him to rest.
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