Isaiah Villars, my great-great-grandfather on my dad's side, shared his diaries and memories with his son Ulysses, who transcribed everything in a massive handwritten journal dated 1906. This excerpt is from that journal, which Ulysses wrote in third person.
Reverend Isaiah Villars
Isaiah Villars of
Vernontown, Clinton County, Ohio, and Miss Mary Helen Thompson of Catlin,
Vermillion County, Illinois, were joined in holy matrimony , Rev. George W.
Pate officiating, on October 5, 1858.
A wedding tour was determined on, and it
was made in the two-horse waggon and by the same team, 350 miles to the Ohio
home of the groom and 350 miles back again to their Illinois home two miles
south of the village of Catlin.
Winter was soon on. It was given to making
posts and slats for the first field. The first table off which they ate the
first meal was a broad board that rested on their knees while their chairs were
two wooden boxes. Their first outfit was quite limited. The family altar was
erected before they closed their eyes the first night for sleep, and it was
never permitted to go down.
Miss Thompson, though young, had taught
the district school of her native neighborhood. Her father’s name was John; he was of stirling Scotch descent. Her
mother’s maiden name was Esther Payne. Father Payne lived to a great age, and
the daughter Esther died in her ninety-third year. The Payne family was large
and identified with the early history of Danville, Illinois.
There were born to John and Esther
Thompson, Lewis M., Malissa, Martha A., Silvester, Mary Helen, Harriet, and
John Thompson. John, the youngest, died when nineteen years of age. All the
others married and reared families of worthy and highly esteemed sons and
daughters, none of whom brought any reproach upon the family name.
John Thompson died September 12, 1861,
aged 65 years, 4 months and 22 days. Esther Payne Thompson died June 21st,
1899, aged 92 years, 3 months and 9 days. Mary Helen Villars, wife of Rev. I.
Villars, died August 24th, 1888, aged 47 years, 8 months, and 27 days. An
account of it appears elsewhere.
After making their home on the open
prairie, in due time their first born came. His name was Rosswell Chase, the
first for a very special friend of the Thompson family and the second for Hon.
Salmon P. Chase of Ohio, the ideal statesman of the young father Villars. (The
making of the farm is the old story of labor.)
The war for the union came on. Both
husband and wife were patriotic, and it was concluded that sufficient provider
(provender?) had been accumulated to keep mother and child. A cavalry company
had been partly enlisted at Catlin, sufficient to venture on electing officers.
In his absence Isaiah was elected Orderly Sergeant, and mounting “Old Tom”, his
favorite horse, went to Catlin to assist in completing the organization, when,
lo, most of the already enrolled showed the “white feather” and backed out
before they had smelt powder. Company D of the 35th Illinois Volunteer Infantry
in camp at Catlin, was to go to the Capital (Springfield) next morning and
report to the Governor for service.
Isaiah put spurs to his horse and rode in
haste home and said to his wife that if he went at all he must go with the
Infantry next morning. They talked it over and the result was his enlistment on
the train after the train was on the way.
He always felt that while the
father-in-law Thompson was ardently patriotic, the blow of Isaiah’s enlistment
was great, and when taken with a serious sickness, the thought of the
loneliness of his daughter Mary in a community not too friendly to loyal
people, proved too much for his failing health, and Mr. Thompson passed away in
September of 1861.
On the forced march (under Gen. John C.
Freemont) of Springfield, Missouri to drive General Price of the Confederacy
from that part of the state, Comrade Villars was taken with the bloody flux, a
fearful disease having many victims among the exposed and weary soldiers. Then
he knew real homesickness. He wrote to his wife, if possible, to come to him.
His bed was the bare floor of a deserted house. He was alone in a small room,.
Under him was but a simple blanket, and a handful of coarse buckwheat straw --
not a bundle, but what one hand could hold -- placed under the hipbone so as to
prevent it wearing through the skin.
His fever increased rapidly , and in
forty-eight hours delirium set in. In his dreams he thought of the letter he
had written, and that his good wife had made the venture for his side, the
nearest point to Springfield, by rail, being 125 miles over mountains, hills
and valleys. She had arrived, in his dream, and took the tenderest care of him,
cooling his brow, and allaying the fever until he would “come to himself”
refreshed, and then just as he would open his eyes to see her, she would pass
out of the door and he would just see the skirt of her dress as the door closed
after her. Then he would cry to know what she meant, and ask why she would not
remain till he could speak to her. It was all a dream, delirium.
But after a week, the fever was broken and
the patient was himself again. But he was an infant in weakness. Orders came to
take all the sick to Beulah, Missouri, 125 miles away, that they could be sent
by rail to St. Louis. He was placed in a stagecoach with a delirious soldier of
the same regiment, who died that night and was buried next morning. His name
was Isaiah Pillars of Company 1. This excitement he could not stand, both
compelled to sit erect, and cried to be put in a two-horse farm waggon (sic) of
a refugee, on its bare floor, and that was his conveyance until the railroad
was reached.
A new distress came to him. He remembered
he had written to his wife to come, but fortunately the authorities did not
send it. But he knew it not, and now he is about to be removed and while he is
to be taken one route to the railroad, his wife will be coming another, and
through an enemy’s country with “bushwhackers” everywhere, and what could a
woman do in such a country. The painful anxiety was beyond description, but
need not have been, had he but known that the letter had never been sent.
From one to three graves were filled every
night. George Worley, a family friend some miles north of the Thompson
homestead, had received a letter giving an account of this caravan of the sick,
and a list of the names of the dead and buried. Isaiah Villars was among the
number. The wife was at her father’s house when word came. A messenger was sent
to see the letter. It confirmed the report.
In getting things ready to secure if
possible the removal of the body home, she found in the post office at Catlin a
letter in her husband’s own hand, not knowing but it was his last message on
earth. But on opening it, found that he had survived the trip, was then in
Chesnut Street Hospital, St. Louis, and if she could send him just a little
money he would get a furlough and come home. It was soon forthcoming and nearer
dead than alive, on a midnight train at Catlin, a neighbor by name of Olmstead
took him on horseback the two mile ride home, fearing to stop short of it lest
he should die.
He rallied quickly but not completely.
During the thirty days alloted him, his darling boy, the picture of health and
flesh, took lung fever and in spite of all, after ten days passed away. He died
March 9th, 1862. Two days afterward, he was taken across the fields, the roads
being impassible, two wagons holding coffin and procession, to a little grave
in the “Butler’s Burying Ground” just outside of Catlin, west, on the south
side of the Wabash railroad.
A soldier’s metal (sic, s/b "mettle")
was tried by the side of the newmade grave. One day more and the furlough
expires. It was a trial to say the first “goodby” but when, with scalding
tears, he must say this second goodby at the newmade grave of their firstborn,
just there the fountain was broken up and a torrent of sorrow simply drowned
all utterances.
He returned to St. Louis, thence to
Beulah, and in the early spring marched to Forsyth, Arkansas on White River. Here
he came near losing his life by drowning.
- Isaiah Villars survived the war and lived to a ripe old age. He only had one other child - Ulysses, who transcribed this.
- Isaiah (he pronounced it "Eye-SIGH-ah") was a Methodist minister for 48 years; also a soldier, author, college president, chaplain at the Illinois State Penitentiary at Joliet, and pioneer.
- An obituary notes that he was: “Born on a farm, converted at the age of sixteen, pupil in the public schools, student at a Quaker college, married in 1858, corporal in Company D, 35th Illinois Infantry (almost four years in the Civil War), a minister in the Methodist Episcopal Church for practically 50 years, president of McKendree College, chaplain in the Grand Army of Illinois, chaplain of the state penitentiary at Joliet, author of several books, constant contributor to the press, one of the organizers of the Prohibition Party, temperance lecturer, Doctor of Divinity by grave of DePauw University.”
