John Abraham Van Hyning was the son of Abram and Jane O'BRIAN He married Mary Ann Hills on June 15th 1852 in Chilicothie Missouri. They had one child together. Jane Van Hyning born in Centralia Illinois on March 6 1859. John died on the battleground at Belmont, Mississippi County Missouri on Nov. 7th 1861 He was a Union Soldier in the Civil War in Company E. 31st Ill. Infantry. After the Battle they buried him Close to the Battlefield, close to the Mississippi River, along with the many other Casualties of that battle. His wife wrote in her Memory Book about his death. It said, In Memory Of J. A. Vanhining A Soldier sleeps on Belmonts Shore, where the column shadows creep, and the loud winds moan a requiem ore, the grave where the night dews weep No eye holds watch where the rank grass grows, and the whispering tall trees wave, while the sullen tide forever flows on by the soldiers grave, and chants a song like a mourners wail, ore the loved forever lost and the noisy wake of Steamboat and sail, floats on like a restless ghost. No bitter tears from the stricken child ere fell, where the wild vines wave, no mummered prayer in that dreary wild has hollowed her fathers grave
John Abraham Van Hyning was the son of Abram and Jane O'BRIAN He married Mary Ann Hills on June 15th 1852 in Chilicothie Missouri. They had one child together. Jane Van Hyning born in Centralia Illinois on March 6 1859. John died on the battleground at Belmont, Mississippi County Missouri on Nov. 7th 1861 He was a Union Soldier in the Civil War in Company E. 31st Ill. Infantry. After the Battle they buried him Close to the Battlefield, close to the Mississippi River, along with the many other Casualties of that battle. His wife wrote in her Memory Book about his death. It said, In Memory Of J. A. Vanhining A Soldier sleeps on Belmonts Shore, where the column shadows creep, and the loud winds moan a requiem ore, the grave where the night dews weep No eye holds watch where the rank grass grows, and the whispering tall trees wave, while the sullen tide forever flows on by the soldiers grave, and chants a song like a mourners wail, ore the loved forever lost and the noisy wake of Steamboat and sail, floats on like a restless ghost. No bitter tears from the stricken child ere fell, where the wild vines wave, no mummered prayer in that dreary wild has hollowed her fathers grave
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