Wilson Lloyd
born 1811
died 3 Sept 1835 - aged 24
mother Rachel Braithwaite
father Samuel Lloyd
"Thursday, Sept. 3rd, 1835. — This day died after a week's illness Wilson Lloyd, the youngest son of my friend Samuel Lloyd, of Farm. This youth was just 24 years old, and was as prepossessing, amiable, and modest a youth as I have ever seen. About a month ago I dined in company with him and remarked the uncommon vigour of his frame, for his person was tall, elegant, and well-built, and was so correctly cast in the mould of manly beauty that no one could fail to remark it, and as he was then in high spirits and health his sudden death strikes one most forcibly with the uncertainty of the tenure of human life. Farm and its Inhabitants. 67 "It appears that he died of a brain fever brought on by excessive walks in the heat of the sun : he neglected the first symptoms of illness, despising them, as young men are apt to do, and did not complain till he himself began to be alarmed with the state in which he found himself. " The medical men ascertaining that he was in a high fever, bled him severely, but the fever kept increasing, with delirium, nor could they at all master the internal fire till it was extinguished by death. His father and mother were on a visit at Falmouth, and were sent for by the medical men, but did not arrive till their poor son was dead. I fear it will be a very heavy blow to his mother. Wilson most resembled his mother in his gentle character and in the play of his features. " But he has gone from this vale of tears to a place which we know not till all be revealed. He seems to have been a young man of innocent life and blameless morals, quite unacquainted with the world and its wickedness, but whether he had a vital faith in Christ and a hope of glory in and through redemption, I know not. " I was so much fascinated with this young man's appearance and manners that I had proposed to myself much satisfaction in becoming further acquainted with him, but it is not so to be."
"October 12th, 1835. — Dined to-day at Farm. In the evening, after dinner, I had a long and interesting conversation with Mrs. Lloyd in a sepa- rate apartment about the death of her son Wilson. She read me many of his letters, or extracts from them : for he had kept up correspondence with a cousin 1 in the North, and by these letters it appears he was indeed an evangelical believer. The pious strain of these letters was delightful for its simplicity and sincerity, and as no one had suspected that he was more than a moral young man of blameless manners, it was a source of great delight to his pious parents to find that he had for some time been a humble believer, finding health and life for his soul in the death and exaltation of Christ. "Mrs. Lloyd wept abundantly as she was talking of him, but I do not think she would have him back again now if she might."
Richard Mackenzie Beverley, of Scarborough, author of " Darwinism Exposed " and other works.
Farm and its Inhabitants
"October 12th, 1835. — Dined to-day at Farm. In the evening, after dinner, I had a long and interesting conversation with Mrs. Lloyd in a sepa- rate apartment about the death of her son Wilson. She read me many of his letters, or extracts from them : for he had kept up correspondence with a cousin 1 in the North, and by these letters it appears he was indeed an evangelical believer. The pious strain of these letters was delightful for its simplicity and sincerity, and as no one had suspected that he was more than a moral young man of blameless manners, it was a source of great delight to his pious parents to find that he had for some time been a humble believer, finding health and life for his soul in the death and exaltation of Christ. "Mrs. Lloyd wept abundantly as she was talking of him, but I do not think she would have him back again now if she might."
Richard Mackenzie Beverley, of Scarborough, author of " Darwinism Exposed " and other works.
Farm and its Inhabitants