OBITUARY FOR LT. JOSEPH B. MCCLURE

On Sabbath evening last the remains of Lieut. Jos. B. McClure were borne to their resting place in the Frankfort Cemetery, followed by his relations and almost the entire population of Frankfort.

The death of this young man, but a few months over eighteen years of ago, was no honorable and yet so mournful, that it deserves a notice from the public press.  He was the son of John D. and Agnes McClure, and his mother is a native of this place.  His father died some years ago, leaving a dependent widow and a very large family of young and helpless children.  The eldest son died in a distant State.  The next son was Captain W. T. McClure, of Pope's regiment, who died a few months ago, in Alabama, of disease contracted in the army.  Joseph, the fourth son in age, entered the army in the month of October last, sharing the privations and dangers of a severe campaign, and when the troops moved from Louisville he accompanied them in an ambulance, being too sick to march but unwilling to be left behind.  On the day of the battle of Chaplin Hills, the ambulance in which he was seated was ordered to the rear, but he jumped from it, determined to bear his share in the impending conflict.  He went bravely into the action with his company, and was the first man wounded in it.  A companion bore him from the field, and the wound was ascertained not only to be painful but very dangerous.  The ball pierced his thigh a little below the hip joint; passing through the bones and crushing them in a terrible manner.  In this condition he was brought home, and it soon become manifest that amputation would be necessary, as the only possible chance for life.  It was skillfully performed, but the exhausted system could not rally, and he expired.

Thus has passed from earth as gallant a boy as ever trod upon its surface.  He had about him all the elements that make up manly worth.  He was eminently handsome in countenance and figure and of a most winning address.  These made him beloved and admired by those of his own age.  But to these he added filial piety that made him the pride of his widowed mother, a high sense of personal honor that commended him to the good and the virtuous, and a firm and unshaken Christianity that put the seal upon his character, that gave assurance that he would be true to his fellowman, his country, and his God.

Brave, gallant, patriotic and noble boy -- young soldier, falling on your first field of battle -- you have left behind you a name that he is happy indeed who, after a long life, can bequeath such a memory to his friends and to his country.

Louisville Democrat, October 24, 1862