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JONES, Richard M.
|Ebensburg Alleghanian, 15 Jan 1863, Contributed by Patty Millich|
|Richard M. Jones |
Among those who after the battle of Fredericksburg were classified in that list of terrible uncertainties, the missing, was Richard M. Jones of Co. F., 133d Penna. Vols. In the charge of his regiment on the Rebel breastworks, he was seen to fall and although spoken to by some of his companions, he failed to return an answer. From this, and the fact that over a month has elapsed since the fight, we are forced to the sad conclusion, much against our inclination, that he is indeed missing – missing for evermore.
The deceased was born in Cambria twp., this county and was about 29 years of age when he fell. He lived here until he had attained to the full estate of manhood when he removed to Philadelphia. In that city he became engaged in mercantile pursuits. Upon the inauguration of the Rebellion, he, in conjunction with the lamented Major Todd, recruited a company, of which he was elected 1st Lieutenant. He served with credit during the term of enlistment – three months; and returning to the city, again engaged in his usual avocation. During the past summer when on a visit here to his home and friends, he attached himself to Capt. Jones' company. The sequel is known. He went forth - he fought - he fell.
The deceased was a most estimable young man. Educated and intelligent of a sprightly and impulsive disposition and gifted with a warm heart and a manly mind, he made many friends and retained them. Throughout the county he was widely known and his loss will be keenly lamented. He was a member of the Presbyterian Church and died in the full hope of a blessed immortality above. Shortly before entering the fight, he remarked to a companion: "If I fall, say to those at home that I was prepared to die." A patriot and a Christian – he is gone! Gone in the early bloom of manhood when his aspirations of usefulness in the world were about being realized. Gone from his country, his home and his friends. But – happy, thought, -- such men do not die; they only "go before."