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1Author:  Trout, AnnieAdd
 Title:  Annie Armentrout to Kate Armentrout, February 20, 1862  
 Published:  2002 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Civil War Collection | UVA-LIB-BrandLetterscivilwar 
 Description: I will commence my letter with the sad description of John's funeral. He died Thursday night at twelve oclock, his corps reached home or rather his Uncle Toms Saturday evening, & his funeral was preached there, to a large congregation of dearly loved school mates & friends on Monday. Oh Kate I never saw any one look so life like in my life not one change from the dear face we parted with last summer not one did I say, not one in outward appearance, but oh that one great change that had sealed those dear lips, dimed those eyes & stilled that tender loving heart. Kate I felt as though I must say something to him to wake him up for I could but think he was sleeping, no mortal hand could have smoothed that countenance to such perfect tranquility. John now sleeps to wake no more but his pure spirit unconfined is exploring the regions of the unknown world. After remembering & sending messages to all his schoolmates & friends he told his Pa to tell one & all to meet him in Heaven & his last moments were prayer haveing become perfectly concious. Kate Just two days before his death his Father in mooving his sachel let your likeness fall. John said "Pa take that home with you & take good care of it." I donot know whether he said any more about it or not. I wanted to have a talk with Mr Lightner the day of the funeral but so many were around him asking about John that I had no chance. Doctor McFarland preached an exelent sermon from Psams the CXIX 119 chapter 75:76:&77th verses. The first hymn: It is the Lord, enthroned in Light; The second: Lord we share thy best designs; The last: submissive to thy will, My God. He is buried in Mr Pilson's graveyard by the side of his uncle John Tompson & now farewell dear Jno until the resurrection morn where we hope to meet you in realms of light & blessedness: Farewell, Farewell.
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