A descendant of Arthur Warren. Daniel had a twin brother named David. Married to Nancy Morton on February 24, 1803 in Madison, NY.
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BIOGRAPHY:
"Obituary, Wheaton Northern Illinoisan, date unknown, reprinted in Chicago area paper, original clipping in Warren Family Album, A Pioneer Fallen Asleep Died, at his residence in Warrenville, DuPage County, on Friday evening, the 6th instant, Daniel Warren, aged eighty six years. Thus peacefully and trustfully as a little child, another of the pioneers and patriarchs of the Northwest has fallen asleep; a man whose memory was unprinted history, and who see life has lain across the borders of two centuries like a sunbeam upon a threshold. While such men linger we do not seem to have lost the warm and living clasp upon not her age. Since they began to write "In the year of our Lord " the eighteenth, the nineteenth, and the first are the master ages of time--the magnificent trinity of centuries. To them has the planet turned like the wax to the seal. They have given new worlds of thought and hope, of light and liberty, to mankind--Mount Calvary, Mount Vernon, and our own chosen Martyr of Freedom. And it was given to this man whom we now laid sadly and reverently away; beneath the waving grass and the springing flowers, last Sabbath, to live across one of these marvelous centuries and down far past the noon of another. Daniel Warren was born in Townsend, Middlesex County, Massachusetts, in 1780, and at an early period left the valleys of New England to carve out a home in the wilderness of Western New York. The stroke of his axe--that tick of the clock of the old pioneer--was among the first heard in the county of Chautauque. Thirty-three years ago, he set foot upon the prairie, selected a new home, in what was then a part of Cook County, and erected the first framed home in all the region. And how very near he was to the edge of civilization! The dwelling of his near neighbor was the last habitation of civilized man until you reached "Hamilton Diggings" in the lead mines of Galena. The Indian trails were undimmed; the deer trooped across the prairies; it was a splendid territory just waiting for the coming men. And thither he brought his family--wife, son and seven daughters--all of whom survive him, and all, with one exception, were gathered around his grave. Colonel Julius M. Warren of Warrenville; Mrs. S.B. Cobb and Mrs. Jerome Beecher, of Chicago; Mrs. J.B. Dodson, of Geneva; Mrs. A.E. Carpenter and Mrs. Alvah Fowler, of Warrenville, are among the children. The youngest of them is forty-three years of age, a d, until last Friday night, the circle has been unbroken, since Daniel Warren and Nancy Morton--she just past eighteen--stood up together on that far wedding day in 1803 and promised to love and trust each other "till death did them part." Twenty-seven years ago, Mr. Warren united with the Baptist Church in Warrenville, and has ever lived a pure and blameless life. Liberal in spirit, with charity toward all, hospitable, large-hearted, as husband, father, friend, he has left a fragrant memory and an unspotted name. Withdrawn for years from the work and whirl of the world, life's close has been with him calm and cloudless, like the ending of a long summer's day. Some three weeks ago he met with a fall, inflicting a severe wound upon his head. But it was not so much this as the weight of accumulated years; the wonderful machine was worn out, and so "the golden bowl was broken," the wheel at the fountain and the pitcher at the well. And his true wife, the loved of his long-gone youth, the old fashioned mother of a simpler, purer time, who has followed him from wilderness to wilderness, to leave them each a garden, is waiting to follow him again, "Only waiting till the shadows are a little longer grown." What a breadth of years between the bridal and the dying day! The "silver wedding" a generation away; "the golden " passed and gone these thirteen years. Since these two clasped hands and set forth "on the long path." every Western State and Territory has been born into the Union, the steam engine has revolutionized, and the telegraph has thrilled the world. When they "stood up" together, Bonaparte had not been crowned; Washington had been dead four years; Nelson had not thundered off Trafalgar; Waterloo was not yet; the slave trade was not abolished, nor "a nation born in a day." Children had gathered around the hearth of the Warrens when this Northwestern empire the father helped to found and to people, was a glorious wilderness. It can furnish today an ounce of white bread to every human being on the planet, and render abundant answers to the prayer of the world, "give us this day our daily bread." God let the pioneer live a wonderful life, and verily he sleeps. They buried him out of their sight with the old-fashioned hymns, the fathers sang; gray pall-bearers and mothers in Israel with sprigs of caraway in their hands stood around; they looked solemnly upon the face of the dead and passed out. There was a Sabbath hush in the little village, and so it was well, the sun shone over all, and a robin in a tree hard by sang on as cheerily, and the flowers blossomed as bravely around, as if there was not a grief nor a grave to all the world, and why not? The clouds drift over the sky, but the eternal blue is untouched, undimmed and glorious forever."
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Illinois, Cook: Album of Genealogy and Biography,with Portraits:
"DANIEL WARREN, one of the pioneers of Illinois, deserves mo re than passing notice in this record. He was the representative of one of the oldest American families, which will always live in history because of the brave general who lost his life at the battle of Bunker Hill. Daniel Warren was a successful business man, who came West to embrace the opportunity to secure a large landed estate at small original outlay. He was a native of Massachusetts, born about 1780, near Concord, the scene of the first conflict of arms in behalf of colonial independence and American liberty. In early life, Mr. Warren went to western New York, an opened the first store in Fredonia, Chautauqua County, that State. He afterward lived about fourteen years in Westfield, same county. While a resident of New York, he became acquainted with the Naper brothers, who settled the present prosperous town of Naperville, in Du Page County, Illinois. Naturally, when he decided to locate in the West, he cal led upon them, at their Illinois home, and at once found a satisfactory location about halfway between Naperville and the present town of Warrenville. This was in the spring of 1833, while Chicago was scarcely thought of as a city , and certainly, its present marvelous development undreamed-of by the wildest speculator on human destiny. In a few y ears, Mr. Warren sold out his claim and moved to the present site of Warrenville, where he built a sawmill and laid out a town. He also secured nearly a section of land, and made farming his principal industry until advancing years caused his retirement from active life. In all his undertakings, he was assisted by his only son, Col. J. M. Warren, a sketch of whom will be found elsewhere in this volume. The fat her passed away at his home in Warrenville in 1866, aged eighty-six years. Nancy Morton, who became the wife of Daniel Warren, an d the mother of a son and seven daughters, was born in Orange, Worcester County, Massachusetts, on the ninth day of February, 1785. When nine years old, she went with her parent s to Madison County, New York, and was the favorite companion of her brother, Rev. Salmon Morton, a well-known pioneer clergyman of western New York. That she was a woman of refinement and graces of mind is shown by the character of he r daughters, several of whom became ornaments of Chicago society. The pioneers were largely dependent upon their own resources for amusement and culture, and the youth of the time were fortunate whose parents brought educated and refining influences with them. Mrs. Warren took a keen delight i n the lives of her offspring, and lived to a great age, retaining her faculties to the end, which came February 4, 1873, and she was buried on the eighty-eighth anniversary of her birth. Following are the names of the children of Daniel and Nancy (Morton) Warren: Philinda, widow of P. H. Fowler, now i n her ninety-first year, residing at Warrenville; Louisa, married Frederick Bird, and died at Rockton, Illinois; Julius Morton; Sarah, wife of Abel Carpenter, died in Chicago; she was one of the first teachers in this city, in a select school; Harriet, Mrs. C. B. Dodson, lived at Geneva, Illinois, where she died; Mary and Maria were twins, the former now residing in Chicago, being the widow of Jerome Beecher, and the latter died in the same city, while wife of Silas B. Cobb; Jane married N. B. Curtiss, a prominent business man of Peoria."
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BIOGRAPHY:
"Obituary, Wheaton Northern Illinoisan, date unknown, reprinted in Chicago area paper, original clipping in Warren Family Album, A Pioneer Fallen Asleep Died, at his residence in Warrenville, DuPage County, on Friday evening, the 6th instant, Daniel Warren, aged eighty six years. Thus peacefully and trustfully as a little child, another of the pioneers and patriarchs of the Northwest has fallen asleep; a man whose memory was unprinted history, and who see life has lain across the borders of two centuries like a sunbeam upon a threshold. While such men linger we do not seem to have lost the warm and living clasp upon not her age. Since they began to write "In the year of our Lord " the eighteenth, the nineteenth, and the first are the master ages of time--the magnificent trinity of centuries. To them has the planet turned like the wax to the seal. They have given new worlds of thought and hope, of light and liberty, to mankind--Mount Calvary, Mount Vernon, and our own chosen Martyr of Freedom. And it was given to this man whom we now laid sadly and reverently away; beneath the waving grass and the springing flowers, last Sabbath, to live across one of these marvelous centuries and down far past the noon of another. Daniel Warren was born in Townsend, Middlesex County, Massachusetts, in 1780, and at an early period left the valleys of New England to carve out a home in the wilderness of Western New York. The stroke of his axe--that tick of the clock of the old pioneer--was among the first heard in the county of Chautauque. Thirty-three years ago, he set foot upon the prairie, selected a new home, in what was then a part of Cook County, and erected the first framed home in all the region. And how very near he was to the edge of civilization! The dwelling of his near neighbor was the last habitation of civilized man until you reached "Hamilton Diggings" in the lead mines of Galena. The Indian trails were undimmed; the deer trooped across the prairies; it was a splendid territory just waiting for the coming men. And thither he brought his family--wife, son and seven daughters--all of whom survive him, and all, with one exception, were gathered around his grave. Colonel Julius M. Warren of Warrenville; Mrs. S.B. Cobb and Mrs. Jerome Beecher, of Chicago; Mrs. J.B. Dodson, of Geneva; Mrs. A.E. Carpenter and Mrs. Alvah Fowler, of Warrenville, are among the children. The youngest of them is forty-three years of age, a d, until last Friday night, the circle has been unbroken, since Daniel Warren and Nancy Morton--she just past eighteen--stood up together on that far wedding day in 1803 and promised to love and trust each other "till death did them part." Twenty-seven years ago, Mr. Warren united with the Baptist Church in Warrenville, and has ever lived a pure and blameless life. Liberal in spirit, with charity toward all, hospitable, large-hearted, as husband, father, friend, he has left a fragrant memory and an unspotted name. Withdrawn for years from the work and whirl of the world, life's close has been with him calm and cloudless, like the ending of a long summer's day. Some three weeks ago he met with a fall, inflicting a severe wound upon his head. But it was not so much this as the weight of accumulated years; the wonderful machine was worn out, and so "the golden bowl was broken," the wheel at the fountain and the pitcher at the well. And his true wife, the loved of his long-gone youth, the old fashioned mother of a simpler, purer time, who has followed him from wilderness to wilderness, to leave them each a garden, is waiting to follow him again, "Only waiting till the shadows are a little longer grown." What a breadth of years between the bridal and the dying day! The "silver wedding" a generation away; "the golden " passed and gone these thirteen years. Since these two clasped hands and set forth "on the long path." every Western State and Territory has been born into the Union, the steam engine has revolutionized, and the telegraph has thrilled the world. When they "stood up" together, Bonaparte had not been crowned; Washington had been dead four years; Nelson had not thundered off Trafalgar; Waterloo was not yet; the slave trade was not abolished, nor "a nation born in a day." Children had gathered around the hearth of the Warrens when this Northwestern empire the father helped to found and to people, was a glorious wilderness. It can furnish today an ounce of white bread to every human being on the planet, and render abundant answers to the prayer of the world, "give us this day our daily bread." God let the pioneer live a wonderful life, and verily he sleeps. They buried him out of their sight with the old-fashioned hymns, the fathers sang; gray pall-bearers and mothers in Israel with sprigs of caraway in their hands stood around; they looked solemnly upon the face of the dead and passed out. There was a Sabbath hush in the little village, and so it was well, the sun shone over all, and a robin in a tree hard by sang on as cheerily, and the flowers blossomed as bravely around, as if there was not a grief nor a grave to all the world, and why not? The clouds drift over the sky, but the eternal blue is untouched, undimmed and glorious forever."
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Illinois, Cook: Album of Genealogy and Biography,with Portraits:
"DANIEL WARREN, one of the pioneers of Illinois, deserves mo re than passing notice in this record. He was the representative of one of the oldest American families, which will always live in history because of the brave general who lost his life at the battle of Bunker Hill. Daniel Warren was a successful business man, who came West to embrace the opportunity to secure a large landed estate at small original outlay. He was a native of Massachusetts, born about 1780, near Concord, the scene of the first conflict of arms in behalf of colonial independence and American liberty. In early life, Mr. Warren went to western New York, an opened the first store in Fredonia, Chautauqua County, that State. He afterward lived about fourteen years in Westfield, same county. While a resident of New York, he became acquainted with the Naper brothers, who settled the present prosperous town of Naperville, in Du Page County, Illinois. Naturally, when he decided to locate in the West, he cal led upon them, at their Illinois home, and at once found a satisfactory location about halfway between Naperville and the present town of Warrenville. This was in the spring of 1833, while Chicago was scarcely thought of as a city , and certainly, its present marvelous development undreamed-of by the wildest speculator on human destiny. In a few y ears, Mr. Warren sold out his claim and moved to the present site of Warrenville, where he built a sawmill and laid out a town. He also secured nearly a section of land, and made farming his principal industry until advancing years caused his retirement from active life. In all his undertakings, he was assisted by his only son, Col. J. M. Warren, a sketch of whom will be found elsewhere in this volume. The fat her passed away at his home in Warrenville in 1866, aged eighty-six years. Nancy Morton, who became the wife of Daniel Warren, an d the mother of a son and seven daughters, was born in Orange, Worcester County, Massachusetts, on the ninth day of February, 1785. When nine years old, she went with her parent s to Madison County, New York, and was the favorite companion of her brother, Rev. Salmon Morton, a well-known pioneer clergyman of western New York. That she was a woman of refinement and graces of mind is shown by the character of he r daughters, several of whom became ornaments of Chicago society. The pioneers were largely dependent upon their own resources for amusement and culture, and the youth of the time were fortunate whose parents brought educated and refining influences with them. Mrs. Warren took a keen delight i n the lives of her offspring, and lived to a great age, retaining her faculties to the end, which came February 4, 1873, and she was buried on the eighty-eighth anniversary of her birth. Following are the names of the children of Daniel and Nancy (Morton) Warren: Philinda, widow of P. H. Fowler, now i n her ninety-first year, residing at Warrenville; Louisa, married Frederick Bird, and died at Rockton, Illinois; Julius Morton; Sarah, wife of Abel Carpenter, died in Chicago; she was one of the first teachers in this city, in a select school; Harriet, Mrs. C. B. Dodson, lived at Geneva, Illinois, where she died; Mary and Maria were twins, the former now residing in Chicago, being the widow of Jerome Beecher, and the latter died in the same city, while wife of Silas B. Cobb; Jane married N. B. Curtiss, a prominent business man of Peoria."
A descendant of Arthur Warren. Daniel had a twin brother named David. Married to Nancy Morton on February 24, 1803 in Madison, NY.
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BIOGRAPHY:
"Obituary, Wheaton Northern Illinoisan, date unknown, reprinted in Chicago area paper, original clipping in Warren Family Album, A Pioneer Fallen Asleep Died, at his residence in Warrenville, DuPage County, on Friday evening, the 6th instant, Daniel Warren, aged eighty six years. Thus peacefully and trustfully as a little child, another of the pioneers and patriarchs of the Northwest has fallen asleep; a man whose memory was unprinted history, and who see life has lain across the borders of two centuries like a sunbeam upon a threshold. While such men linger we do not seem to have lost the warm and living clasp upon not her age. Since they began to write "In the year of our Lord " the eighteenth, the nineteenth, and the first are the master ages of time--the magnificent trinity of centuries. To them has the planet turned like the wax to the seal. They have given new worlds of thought and hope, of light and liberty, to mankind--Mount Calvary, Mount Vernon, and our own chosen Martyr of Freedom. And it was given to this man whom we now laid sadly and reverently away; beneath the waving grass and the springing flowers, last Sabbath, to live across one of these marvelous centuries and down far past the noon of another. Daniel Warren was born in Townsend, Middlesex County, Massachusetts, in 1780, and at an early period left the valleys of New England to carve out a home in the wilderness of Western New York. The stroke of his axe--that tick of the clock of the old pioneer--was among the first heard in the county of Chautauque. Thirty-three years ago, he set foot upon the prairie, selected a new home, in what was then a part of Cook County, and erected the first framed home in all the region. And how very near he was to the edge of civilization! The dwelling of his near neighbor was the last habitation of civilized man until you reached "Hamilton Diggings" in the lead mines of Galena. The Indian trails were undimmed; the deer trooped across the prairies; it was a splendid territory just waiting for the coming men. And thither he brought his family--wife, son and seven daughters--all of whom survive him, and all, with one exception, were gathered around his grave. Colonel Julius M. Warren of Warrenville; Mrs. S.B. Cobb and Mrs. Jerome Beecher, of Chicago; Mrs. J.B. Dodson, of Geneva; Mrs. A.E. Carpenter and Mrs. Alvah Fowler, of Warrenville, are among the children. The youngest of them is forty-three years of age, a d, until last Friday night, the circle has been unbroken, since Daniel Warren and Nancy Morton--she just past eighteen--stood up together on that far wedding day in 1803 and promised to love and trust each other "till death did them part." Twenty-seven years ago, Mr. Warren united with the Baptist Church in Warrenville, and has ever lived a pure and blameless life. Liberal in spirit, with charity toward all, hospitable, large-hearted, as husband, father, friend, he has left a fragrant memory and an unspotted name. Withdrawn for years from the work and whirl of the world, life's close has been with him calm and cloudless, like the ending of a long summer's day. Some three weeks ago he met with a fall, inflicting a severe wound upon his head. But it was not so much this as the weight of accumulated years; the wonderful machine was worn out, and so "the golden bowl was broken," the wheel at the fountain and the pitcher at the well. And his true wife, the loved of his long-gone youth, the old fashioned mother of a simpler, purer time, who has followed him from wilderness to wilderness, to leave them each a garden, is waiting to follow him again, "Only waiting till the shadows are a little longer grown." What a breadth of years between the bridal and the dying day! The "silver wedding" a generation away; "the golden " passed and gone these thirteen years. Since these two clasped hands and set forth "on the long path." every Western State and Territory has been born into the Union, the steam engine has revolutionized, and the telegraph has thrilled the world. When they "stood up" together, Bonaparte had not been crowned; Washington had been dead four years; Nelson had not thundered off Trafalgar; Waterloo was not yet; the slave trade was not abolished, nor "a nation born in a day." Children had gathered around the hearth of the Warrens when this Northwestern empire the father helped to found and to people, was a glorious wilderness. It can furnish today an ounce of white bread to every human being on the planet, and render abundant answers to the prayer of the world, "give us this day our daily bread." God let the pioneer live a wonderful life, and verily he sleeps. They buried him out of their sight with the old-fashioned hymns, the fathers sang; gray pall-bearers and mothers in Israel with sprigs of caraway in their hands stood around; they looked solemnly upon the face of the dead and passed out. There was a Sabbath hush in the little village, and so it was well, the sun shone over all, and a robin in a tree hard by sang on as cheerily, and the flowers blossomed as bravely around, as if there was not a grief nor a grave to all the world, and why not? The clouds drift over the sky, but the eternal blue is untouched, undimmed and glorious forever."
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Illinois, Cook: Album of Genealogy and Biography,with Portraits:
"DANIEL WARREN, one of the pioneers of Illinois, deserves mo re than passing notice in this record. He was the representative of one of the oldest American families, which will always live in history because of the brave general who lost his life at the battle of Bunker Hill. Daniel Warren was a successful business man, who came West to embrace the opportunity to secure a large landed estate at small original outlay. He was a native of Massachusetts, born about 1780, near Concord, the scene of the first conflict of arms in behalf of colonial independence and American liberty. In early life, Mr. Warren went to western New York, an opened the first store in Fredonia, Chautauqua County, that State. He afterward lived about fourteen years in Westfield, same county. While a resident of New York, he became acquainted with the Naper brothers, who settled the present prosperous town of Naperville, in Du Page County, Illinois. Naturally, when he decided to locate in the West, he cal led upon them, at their Illinois home, and at once found a satisfactory location about halfway between Naperville and the present town of Warrenville. This was in the spring of 1833, while Chicago was scarcely thought of as a city , and certainly, its present marvelous development undreamed-of by the wildest speculator on human destiny. In a few y ears, Mr. Warren sold out his claim and moved to the present site of Warrenville, where he built a sawmill and laid out a town. He also secured nearly a section of land, and made farming his principal industry until advancing years caused his retirement from active life. In all his undertakings, he was assisted by his only son, Col. J. M. Warren, a sketch of whom will be found elsewhere in this volume. The fat her passed away at his home in Warrenville in 1866, aged eighty-six years. Nancy Morton, who became the wife of Daniel Warren, an d the mother of a son and seven daughters, was born in Orange, Worcester County, Massachusetts, on the ninth day of February, 1785. When nine years old, she went with her parent s to Madison County, New York, and was the favorite companion of her brother, Rev. Salmon Morton, a well-known pioneer clergyman of western New York. That she was a woman of refinement and graces of mind is shown by the character of he r daughters, several of whom became ornaments of Chicago society. The pioneers were largely dependent upon their own resources for amusement and culture, and the youth of the time were fortunate whose parents brought educated and refining influences with them. Mrs. Warren took a keen delight i n the lives of her offspring, and lived to a great age, retaining her faculties to the end, which came February 4, 1873, and she was buried on the eighty-eighth anniversary of her birth. Following are the names of the children of Daniel and Nancy (Morton) Warren: Philinda, widow of P. H. Fowler, now i n her ninety-first year, residing at Warrenville; Louisa, married Frederick Bird, and died at Rockton, Illinois; Julius Morton; Sarah, wife of Abel Carpenter, died in Chicago; she was one of the first teachers in this city, in a select school; Harriet, Mrs. C. B. Dodson, lived at Geneva, Illinois, where she died; Mary and Maria were twins, the former now residing in Chicago, being the widow of Jerome Beecher, and the latter died in the same city, while wife of Silas B. Cobb; Jane married N. B. Curtiss, a prominent business man of Peoria."
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BIOGRAPHY:
"Obituary, Wheaton Northern Illinoisan, date unknown, reprinted in Chicago area paper, original clipping in Warren Family Album, A Pioneer Fallen Asleep Died, at his residence in Warrenville, DuPage County, on Friday evening, the 6th instant, Daniel Warren, aged eighty six years. Thus peacefully and trustfully as a little child, another of the pioneers and patriarchs of the Northwest has fallen asleep; a man whose memory was unprinted history, and who see life has lain across the borders of two centuries like a sunbeam upon a threshold. While such men linger we do not seem to have lost the warm and living clasp upon not her age. Since they began to write "In the year of our Lord " the eighteenth, the nineteenth, and the first are the master ages of time--the magnificent trinity of centuries. To them has the planet turned like the wax to the seal. They have given new worlds of thought and hope, of light and liberty, to mankind--Mount Calvary, Mount Vernon, and our own chosen Martyr of Freedom. And it was given to this man whom we now laid sadly and reverently away; beneath the waving grass and the springing flowers, last Sabbath, to live across one of these marvelous centuries and down far past the noon of another. Daniel Warren was born in Townsend, Middlesex County, Massachusetts, in 1780, and at an early period left the valleys of New England to carve out a home in the wilderness of Western New York. The stroke of his axe--that tick of the clock of the old pioneer--was among the first heard in the county of Chautauque. Thirty-three years ago, he set foot upon the prairie, selected a new home, in what was then a part of Cook County, and erected the first framed home in all the region. And how very near he was to the edge of civilization! The dwelling of his near neighbor was the last habitation of civilized man until you reached "Hamilton Diggings" in the lead mines of Galena. The Indian trails were undimmed; the deer trooped across the prairies; it was a splendid territory just waiting for the coming men. And thither he brought his family--wife, son and seven daughters--all of whom survive him, and all, with one exception, were gathered around his grave. Colonel Julius M. Warren of Warrenville; Mrs. S.B. Cobb and Mrs. Jerome Beecher, of Chicago; Mrs. J.B. Dodson, of Geneva; Mrs. A.E. Carpenter and Mrs. Alvah Fowler, of Warrenville, are among the children. The youngest of them is forty-three years of age, a d, until last Friday night, the circle has been unbroken, since Daniel Warren and Nancy Morton--she just past eighteen--stood up together on that far wedding day in 1803 and promised to love and trust each other "till death did them part." Twenty-seven years ago, Mr. Warren united with the Baptist Church in Warrenville, and has ever lived a pure and blameless life. Liberal in spirit, with charity toward all, hospitable, large-hearted, as husband, father, friend, he has left a fragrant memory and an unspotted name. Withdrawn for years from the work and whirl of the world, life's close has been with him calm and cloudless, like the ending of a long summer's day. Some three weeks ago he met with a fall, inflicting a severe wound upon his head. But it was not so much this as the weight of accumulated years; the wonderful machine was worn out, and so "the golden bowl was broken," the wheel at the fountain and the pitcher at the well. And his true wife, the loved of his long-gone youth, the old fashioned mother of a simpler, purer time, who has followed him from wilderness to wilderness, to leave them each a garden, is waiting to follow him again, "Only waiting till the shadows are a little longer grown." What a breadth of years between the bridal and the dying day! The "silver wedding" a generation away; "the golden " passed and gone these thirteen years. Since these two clasped hands and set forth "on the long path." every Western State and Territory has been born into the Union, the steam engine has revolutionized, and the telegraph has thrilled the world. When they "stood up" together, Bonaparte had not been crowned; Washington had been dead four years; Nelson had not thundered off Trafalgar; Waterloo was not yet; the slave trade was not abolished, nor "a nation born in a day." Children had gathered around the hearth of the Warrens when this Northwestern empire the father helped to found and to people, was a glorious wilderness. It can furnish today an ounce of white bread to every human being on the planet, and render abundant answers to the prayer of the world, "give us this day our daily bread." God let the pioneer live a wonderful life, and verily he sleeps. They buried him out of their sight with the old-fashioned hymns, the fathers sang; gray pall-bearers and mothers in Israel with sprigs of caraway in their hands stood around; they looked solemnly upon the face of the dead and passed out. There was a Sabbath hush in the little village, and so it was well, the sun shone over all, and a robin in a tree hard by sang on as cheerily, and the flowers blossomed as bravely around, as if there was not a grief nor a grave to all the world, and why not? The clouds drift over the sky, but the eternal blue is untouched, undimmed and glorious forever."
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Illinois, Cook: Album of Genealogy and Biography,with Portraits:
"DANIEL WARREN, one of the pioneers of Illinois, deserves mo re than passing notice in this record. He was the representative of one of the oldest American families, which will always live in history because of the brave general who lost his life at the battle of Bunker Hill. Daniel Warren was a successful business man, who came West to embrace the opportunity to secure a large landed estate at small original outlay. He was a native of Massachusetts, born about 1780, near Concord, the scene of the first conflict of arms in behalf of colonial independence and American liberty. In early life, Mr. Warren went to western New York, an opened the first store in Fredonia, Chautauqua County, that State. He afterward lived about fourteen years in Westfield, same county. While a resident of New York, he became acquainted with the Naper brothers, who settled the present prosperous town of Naperville, in Du Page County, Illinois. Naturally, when he decided to locate in the West, he cal led upon them, at their Illinois home, and at once found a satisfactory location about halfway between Naperville and the present town of Warrenville. This was in the spring of 1833, while Chicago was scarcely thought of as a city , and certainly, its present marvelous development undreamed-of by the wildest speculator on human destiny. In a few y ears, Mr. Warren sold out his claim and moved to the present site of Warrenville, where he built a sawmill and laid out a town. He also secured nearly a section of land, and made farming his principal industry until advancing years caused his retirement from active life. In all his undertakings, he was assisted by his only son, Col. J. M. Warren, a sketch of whom will be found elsewhere in this volume. The fat her passed away at his home in Warrenville in 1866, aged eighty-six years. Nancy Morton, who became the wife of Daniel Warren, an d the mother of a son and seven daughters, was born in Orange, Worcester County, Massachusetts, on the ninth day of February, 1785. When nine years old, she went with her parent s to Madison County, New York, and was the favorite companion of her brother, Rev. Salmon Morton, a well-known pioneer clergyman of western New York. That she was a woman of refinement and graces of mind is shown by the character of he r daughters, several of whom became ornaments of Chicago society. The pioneers were largely dependent upon their own resources for amusement and culture, and the youth of the time were fortunate whose parents brought educated and refining influences with them. Mrs. Warren took a keen delight i n the lives of her offspring, and lived to a great age, retaining her faculties to the end, which came February 4, 1873, and she was buried on the eighty-eighth anniversary of her birth. Following are the names of the children of Daniel and Nancy (Morton) Warren: Philinda, widow of P. H. Fowler, now i n her ninety-first year, residing at Warrenville; Louisa, married Frederick Bird, and died at Rockton, Illinois; Julius Morton; Sarah, wife of Abel Carpenter, died in Chicago; she was one of the first teachers in this city, in a select school; Harriet, Mrs. C. B. Dodson, lived at Geneva, Illinois, where she died; Mary and Maria were twins, the former now residing in Chicago, being the widow of Jerome Beecher, and the latter died in the same city, while wife of Silas B. Cobb; Jane married N. B. Curtiss, a prominent business man of Peoria."
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Founder of Warrenville.
Family Members
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