Ross - James
Source: Crawfordsville Journal, Friday, July 12, 1913
James, son of Philip and Cynthia Ross, was born in Montgomery County in 1838. He having grown weary of life's burden fell asleep July 6, 1913, aged 75 years. On the 16th of July, 1865, he was married to Mary E. Farley. To this union were born eight children, three boys and five girls, Boswell, Henry, Irena, Cynthia, Stephen, Amanda, Margaret and Mary. Of these five survive him, Henry, Mrs. John Harper, Mrs. Samuel Brown, Mrs. Margaret Mitchell, and Mrs. Fred Humphreys. He also is survived by one brother, Stephen, a large number of grandchildren and a host of friends. In 1861 when the call for volunteers was issued to come and preserve the union he then in his twenty-third year, answered the call, enlisting in company E, 72d Indiana Volunteers and for three long years, beneath summer heat and winter snow, he marched and fought in defense of his country's flag and country's honor. Several years ago he enlisted in the service of his Master by joining Center Christian Church. His life was filled with many troubles and sorrows, but he was no coward; he fought the battles of life just as bravely and just as well as when in his young manhood he did for his country upon the field. He was always true to his trust, faithful and honest to the end. He accumulated no fortune, yet he lives in the hearts of all who knew him. He was a child among children; a man among men. One more of the old pioneers gone to his rest; one more of the old guards fallen asleep; one more of the old soldiers had fought his last battle and crossed the river.
With the poet we might exclaim:
"Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,
Dream of battlefields no more,
Days of danger, nights of waking.
In our isles; enchanted hall,
Hands unseen thy couch are strewing,
Fairy strains of music fall,
Every sense in slumber dewing.
Soldier rest! thy warfare o'er.
Dream of light fields no more,
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking;
Morn of toll, nor night of waking.
" On his tomb might be inscribed
"He was a kind father;
a good citizen;
a brave soldier;
a Christian gentleman;
true to his friends and forgiving to his enemy.
" Green may the grass grow over his grave,
and peaceful may be his sleep
'neath the songs of the birds that will nest nearby.
Serene be the dreams that kiss his spirit now at home with his Master,
at home with the wife he loved so long and so well, let him rest. kbz
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,
Dream of battlefields no more,
Days of danger, nights of waking.
In our isles; enchanted hall,
Hands unseen thy couch are strewing,
Fairy strains of music fall,
Every sense in slumber dewing.
Soldier rest! thy warfare o'er.
Dream of light fields no more,
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking;
Morn of toll, nor night of waking.
" On his tomb might be inscribed
"He was a kind father;
a good citizen;
a brave soldier;
a Christian gentleman;
true to his friends and forgiving to his enemy.
" Green may the grass grow over his grave,
and peaceful may be his sleep
'neath the songs of the birds that will nest nearby.
Serene be the dreams that kiss his spirit now at home with his Master,
at home with the wife he loved so long and so well, let him rest. kbz