Thus, as much as I enjoy blogging, giving talks and engaging
readers about my new book, the question of what to write next is already
nipping at my heels.
Sgt. (later Capt.) James H. Marshall |
It’s a big collection, more than I could read in a single
morning, but I began with the journal Marshall kept as a teenager before the
war. Reading it reminded me of one of the many things I love about research:
the way old paper transcends time. Marshall’s journals and letters were saved
because he and his descendants hoped he had something to say to the future.
When a researcher picks up these papers, he or she represents that future, and
the human connection is deeply satisfying.
Marshall was born in Nashua in 1840. The clear writing and thinking in his journal suggest
a bright young mind. One entry is a richly detailed autobiographical essay written during
the late 1850s. To the modern eye, the essay is a
reminder of the hardships common to Marshall’s time: mortal illness, the loss of parents at
a young age and the consequences of such conditions. Marshall could be a character out of
Dickens.
His mother, Fanny, died when he was a boy, and he and his
father John went to live with his grandmother, “the tenderest and most
indulgent of guardians.” While working as a mill boss, John Marshall began to
suffer chronic breathing problems. He and one of James’s uncles set sail for Key West
and Havana looking for a healthy climate. James met his father at the train
station when he returned. Six years old at the time, James had grown so much his father
did not recognize him. John Marshall died of consumption a few months later.
For James's care, his father managed to leave $3,000, an enormous
sum, but James’s guardian squandered both the boy’s money and his own. This
may explain why James went to Milwaukee at age 14 to work for an uncle.
His Grandmother Hopkins – “the only parent that I ever knew” – died the following
year, and he returned to Nashua High School and started a literary society that attracted nine members. When the time came, there was no money
for college. He went to Boston to learn the crockery business from another
uncle.
The last pages of the journal tell of James’s adventures before the Civil War, including a long report on a fishing trip. His companion on that trip was Charlie Copp, a young Nashua bookseller who went on to win the Congressional Medal of Honor with the 9th New Hampshire regiment. Charlie plays a cameo role in an Our War chapter about his brother Elbridge of the 3rd New Hampshire.
When James Marshall answered President Lincoln’s first call for troops by
enlisting in the 1st New Hampshire Volunteers on April 30, 1861, he was 21
years old, 5-foot, 4½ inches tall and had blue eyes and brown hair. After the 1st
served out its three months, he joined the 8th, mustered in as a sergeant and rose through the
ranks to captain.
He survived the war and took up his late father’s profession, working in a mill as a supervisor. Also like his father, he died of consumption, and young – at the age
of 37.
I plan to return to the New Hampshire Historical Society to read the wartime letters of James H. Marshall. The 8th New Hampshire spent much of the war in Louisiana, and I expect him to be an observant witness to its experiences.
Really good piece Mike.
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