Son of Adolphus and Lydia C. (Nye) Bartholomew.
1st Lieutenant of Co. E, 15th Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry.
Death of Lieut. Nelson Bartholomew Philadelphia, Thursday, Nov. 21, 1861.
Lieut. Nelson Bartholomew, of the Fifteenth Massachusetts regiment died this morning at the La Pierre house, of typhoid fever, contracted while he was in camp. His remains will be sent home tomorrow.
The above brief but sad announcement flashed over the wires on Thanksgiving evening. The simple notice has been read by many thousands in the different loyal states, and perhaps awakened here and there a passing sympathy of tribute and regard.
In this day, when the rude tocsin of war is wildly sounding, and so many hearts, which, but a little while since, beat right thankfully and joyously, are now hushed in the silent repose of death, each community, each state is engrossed in reciting the sad funeral requiem over their own stricken sons.
But in Worcester county, to the family homestead, to many a cheerful fireside, to many loving and true friends, the news of the young lieutenant's decease carried sincere grief. It is not my purpose to present an accurate or succinct biography. I wish to twine my homely garland around the name of a schoolmate, a true friend, a brave soldier, an honest man.
I knew Nelson Bartholomew well, and if manly virtues form a fitting subject for glowing eulogium, then, indeed, the youthful lawyer-soldier deserves the highest panegyric.
Nelson Bartholomew was a graduate of Yale college, and also of the Dane Law School in Cambridge. Choosing law for his profession, he was admitted to the bar in this county, and commenced practice in the neighboring town of Oxford. In his legal business he was correct, methodical and laborious. For a young man he had read much law, and, what is better, perused it slowly and reflectingly. He was not brilliant, impulsive or rapid.
He would never, with long experience, have made a technical, ingenious, subtle pleader. He had a capacious mind, guided by sound common sense. And add to this culture, industry, and experience, and you have the formula for the noblest class of lawyers. Let me note, as a matter of fact, that Bartholomew gained the love and confidence of the Oxford people, and soon commanded a lucrative business.
Who does not remember, who can ever forget Fort Sumter and Major Anderson! The booming of the rebel cannon then and there sounded the alarm bell, which stirred the blood of every patriotic vein. That artillery storm has been worth to the cause of liberty, five hundred thousand men. The writer well remembers in conversation soon after the capitulation of Sumter, how stern and decided was the language of the young lawyer in regard to that suicidal right, secession.
We can all talk against treason, but my friend soon resolved to buckle on the armor of battle and fight it down. It is not my province to speak of his efforts in the organization of the Oxford company. I will say, however, with all deference to its worthy captain, that Lieut. Bartholomew was the life and soul of the company in its formation. The Hon. Alexander DeWitt and other citizens of Oxford can bear emphatic testimony to the zeal, devotion, and labor of their fellow townsmen, in rallying the men under the banner of Capt. Watson.
Prompted by motives of the purest patriotism, Nelson Bartholomew entered his country's service and bent all his energies to the work in excelling in the school of a soldier. He was a true type of New England soldier. He could never be swerved one hair's breadth from the line of duty. Such men make unfaltering sentinels of the republic's honor and safety.
But the young officer, the genial companion, the devoted friend, has gone to his long home. True, the soldiers death was denied him. He did not, like the heroic Grout, receive his death wound from the whistling ball of the enemy. But he has sacrificed his life in another term for the honor of the starry flag.
Young men of Worcester County; the names of Grout and Bartholomew deserve your homage, love and remembrance. they are bright stars in our local history. C. M. R. (from The Daily Worcester Spy, November 23, 1861; Volume 16 # 271)
1st Lieutenant of Co. E, 15th Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry.
Death of Lieut. Nelson Bartholomew Philadelphia, Thursday, Nov. 21, 1861.
Lieut. Nelson Bartholomew, of the Fifteenth Massachusetts regiment died this morning at the La Pierre house, of typhoid fever, contracted while he was in camp. His remains will be sent home tomorrow.
The above brief but sad announcement flashed over the wires on Thanksgiving evening. The simple notice has been read by many thousands in the different loyal states, and perhaps awakened here and there a passing sympathy of tribute and regard.
In this day, when the rude tocsin of war is wildly sounding, and so many hearts, which, but a little while since, beat right thankfully and joyously, are now hushed in the silent repose of death, each community, each state is engrossed in reciting the sad funeral requiem over their own stricken sons.
But in Worcester county, to the family homestead, to many a cheerful fireside, to many loving and true friends, the news of the young lieutenant's decease carried sincere grief. It is not my purpose to present an accurate or succinct biography. I wish to twine my homely garland around the name of a schoolmate, a true friend, a brave soldier, an honest man.
I knew Nelson Bartholomew well, and if manly virtues form a fitting subject for glowing eulogium, then, indeed, the youthful lawyer-soldier deserves the highest panegyric.
Nelson Bartholomew was a graduate of Yale college, and also of the Dane Law School in Cambridge. Choosing law for his profession, he was admitted to the bar in this county, and commenced practice in the neighboring town of Oxford. In his legal business he was correct, methodical and laborious. For a young man he had read much law, and, what is better, perused it slowly and reflectingly. He was not brilliant, impulsive or rapid.
He would never, with long experience, have made a technical, ingenious, subtle pleader. He had a capacious mind, guided by sound common sense. And add to this culture, industry, and experience, and you have the formula for the noblest class of lawyers. Let me note, as a matter of fact, that Bartholomew gained the love and confidence of the Oxford people, and soon commanded a lucrative business.
Who does not remember, who can ever forget Fort Sumter and Major Anderson! The booming of the rebel cannon then and there sounded the alarm bell, which stirred the blood of every patriotic vein. That artillery storm has been worth to the cause of liberty, five hundred thousand men. The writer well remembers in conversation soon after the capitulation of Sumter, how stern and decided was the language of the young lawyer in regard to that suicidal right, secession.
We can all talk against treason, but my friend soon resolved to buckle on the armor of battle and fight it down. It is not my province to speak of his efforts in the organization of the Oxford company. I will say, however, with all deference to its worthy captain, that Lieut. Bartholomew was the life and soul of the company in its formation. The Hon. Alexander DeWitt and other citizens of Oxford can bear emphatic testimony to the zeal, devotion, and labor of their fellow townsmen, in rallying the men under the banner of Capt. Watson.
Prompted by motives of the purest patriotism, Nelson Bartholomew entered his country's service and bent all his energies to the work in excelling in the school of a soldier. He was a true type of New England soldier. He could never be swerved one hair's breadth from the line of duty. Such men make unfaltering sentinels of the republic's honor and safety.
But the young officer, the genial companion, the devoted friend, has gone to his long home. True, the soldiers death was denied him. He did not, like the heroic Grout, receive his death wound from the whistling ball of the enemy. But he has sacrificed his life in another term for the honor of the starry flag.
Young men of Worcester County; the names of Grout and Bartholomew deserve your homage, love and remembrance. they are bright stars in our local history. C. M. R. (from The Daily Worcester Spy, November 23, 1861; Volume 16 # 271)
Son of Adolphus and Lydia C. (Nye) Bartholomew.
1st Lieutenant of Co. E, 15th Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry.
Death of Lieut. Nelson Bartholomew Philadelphia, Thursday, Nov. 21, 1861.
Lieut. Nelson Bartholomew, of the Fifteenth Massachusetts regiment died this morning at the La Pierre house, of typhoid fever, contracted while he was in camp. His remains will be sent home tomorrow.
The above brief but sad announcement flashed over the wires on Thanksgiving evening. The simple notice has been read by many thousands in the different loyal states, and perhaps awakened here and there a passing sympathy of tribute and regard.
In this day, when the rude tocsin of war is wildly sounding, and so many hearts, which, but a little while since, beat right thankfully and joyously, are now hushed in the silent repose of death, each community, each state is engrossed in reciting the sad funeral requiem over their own stricken sons.
But in Worcester county, to the family homestead, to many a cheerful fireside, to many loving and true friends, the news of the young lieutenant's decease carried sincere grief. It is not my purpose to present an accurate or succinct biography. I wish to twine my homely garland around the name of a schoolmate, a true friend, a brave soldier, an honest man.
I knew Nelson Bartholomew well, and if manly virtues form a fitting subject for glowing eulogium, then, indeed, the youthful lawyer-soldier deserves the highest panegyric.
Nelson Bartholomew was a graduate of Yale college, and also of the Dane Law School in Cambridge. Choosing law for his profession, he was admitted to the bar in this county, and commenced practice in the neighboring town of Oxford. In his legal business he was correct, methodical and laborious. For a young man he had read much law, and, what is better, perused it slowly and reflectingly. He was not brilliant, impulsive or rapid.
He would never, with long experience, have made a technical, ingenious, subtle pleader. He had a capacious mind, guided by sound common sense. And add to this culture, industry, and experience, and you have the formula for the noblest class of lawyers. Let me note, as a matter of fact, that Bartholomew gained the love and confidence of the Oxford people, and soon commanded a lucrative business.
Who does not remember, who can ever forget Fort Sumter and Major Anderson! The booming of the rebel cannon then and there sounded the alarm bell, which stirred the blood of every patriotic vein. That artillery storm has been worth to the cause of liberty, five hundred thousand men. The writer well remembers in conversation soon after the capitulation of Sumter, how stern and decided was the language of the young lawyer in regard to that suicidal right, secession.
We can all talk against treason, but my friend soon resolved to buckle on the armor of battle and fight it down. It is not my province to speak of his efforts in the organization of the Oxford company. I will say, however, with all deference to its worthy captain, that Lieut. Bartholomew was the life and soul of the company in its formation. The Hon. Alexander DeWitt and other citizens of Oxford can bear emphatic testimony to the zeal, devotion, and labor of their fellow townsmen, in rallying the men under the banner of Capt. Watson.
Prompted by motives of the purest patriotism, Nelson Bartholomew entered his country's service and bent all his energies to the work in excelling in the school of a soldier. He was a true type of New England soldier. He could never be swerved one hair's breadth from the line of duty. Such men make unfaltering sentinels of the republic's honor and safety.
But the young officer, the genial companion, the devoted friend, has gone to his long home. True, the soldiers death was denied him. He did not, like the heroic Grout, receive his death wound from the whistling ball of the enemy. But he has sacrificed his life in another term for the honor of the starry flag.
Young men of Worcester County; the names of Grout and Bartholomew deserve your homage, love and remembrance. they are bright stars in our local history. C. M. R. (from The Daily Worcester Spy, November 23, 1861; Volume 16 # 271)
1st Lieutenant of Co. E, 15th Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry.
Death of Lieut. Nelson Bartholomew Philadelphia, Thursday, Nov. 21, 1861.
Lieut. Nelson Bartholomew, of the Fifteenth Massachusetts regiment died this morning at the La Pierre house, of typhoid fever, contracted while he was in camp. His remains will be sent home tomorrow.
The above brief but sad announcement flashed over the wires on Thanksgiving evening. The simple notice has been read by many thousands in the different loyal states, and perhaps awakened here and there a passing sympathy of tribute and regard.
In this day, when the rude tocsin of war is wildly sounding, and so many hearts, which, but a little while since, beat right thankfully and joyously, are now hushed in the silent repose of death, each community, each state is engrossed in reciting the sad funeral requiem over their own stricken sons.
But in Worcester county, to the family homestead, to many a cheerful fireside, to many loving and true friends, the news of the young lieutenant's decease carried sincere grief. It is not my purpose to present an accurate or succinct biography. I wish to twine my homely garland around the name of a schoolmate, a true friend, a brave soldier, an honest man.
I knew Nelson Bartholomew well, and if manly virtues form a fitting subject for glowing eulogium, then, indeed, the youthful lawyer-soldier deserves the highest panegyric.
Nelson Bartholomew was a graduate of Yale college, and also of the Dane Law School in Cambridge. Choosing law for his profession, he was admitted to the bar in this county, and commenced practice in the neighboring town of Oxford. In his legal business he was correct, methodical and laborious. For a young man he had read much law, and, what is better, perused it slowly and reflectingly. He was not brilliant, impulsive or rapid.
He would never, with long experience, have made a technical, ingenious, subtle pleader. He had a capacious mind, guided by sound common sense. And add to this culture, industry, and experience, and you have the formula for the noblest class of lawyers. Let me note, as a matter of fact, that Bartholomew gained the love and confidence of the Oxford people, and soon commanded a lucrative business.
Who does not remember, who can ever forget Fort Sumter and Major Anderson! The booming of the rebel cannon then and there sounded the alarm bell, which stirred the blood of every patriotic vein. That artillery storm has been worth to the cause of liberty, five hundred thousand men. The writer well remembers in conversation soon after the capitulation of Sumter, how stern and decided was the language of the young lawyer in regard to that suicidal right, secession.
We can all talk against treason, but my friend soon resolved to buckle on the armor of battle and fight it down. It is not my province to speak of his efforts in the organization of the Oxford company. I will say, however, with all deference to its worthy captain, that Lieut. Bartholomew was the life and soul of the company in its formation. The Hon. Alexander DeWitt and other citizens of Oxford can bear emphatic testimony to the zeal, devotion, and labor of their fellow townsmen, in rallying the men under the banner of Capt. Watson.
Prompted by motives of the purest patriotism, Nelson Bartholomew entered his country's service and bent all his energies to the work in excelling in the school of a soldier. He was a true type of New England soldier. He could never be swerved one hair's breadth from the line of duty. Such men make unfaltering sentinels of the republic's honor and safety.
But the young officer, the genial companion, the devoted friend, has gone to his long home. True, the soldiers death was denied him. He did not, like the heroic Grout, receive his death wound from the whistling ball of the enemy. But he has sacrificed his life in another term for the honor of the starry flag.
Young men of Worcester County; the names of Grout and Bartholomew deserve your homage, love and remembrance. they are bright stars in our local history. C. M. R. (from The Daily Worcester Spy, November 23, 1861; Volume 16 # 271)
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