I lived from 1849-1872. I was from the United States, and am in the Americas category.
Obituary: Ypsilanti Commercial Saturday, January 27, 1872:
Watson - In the Town of Canton, January 24, 1872, J. Warren Watson, aged 23 years.
Mr. Watson was a young man of uncommon promise. Though possessing no more than an ordinary common school education, with the exception of the knowledge he acquired by fireside reading and culture, he wrote some fine poems. He was the author of the word-renowned poem, "Beautiful Snow." He contributed some splendid pieces to the Commercial, also in the Commercial Advertiser, Detroit, and literary journals East. Social, gentle and kind in manner, he was greatly beloved by all that knew him. Like Kirk White, he is cut off before his genius had begun to reach its full development. He was a member of the Me. E. Church. Though he loved to communicate brief catches of poetry to contribute to the amusement of gay and festive circles, he rarely entered them himself, but seemed to live as if profoundly conscious of his early death. He died after a lingering illness of that fell destroyer of so many bight ambitious, and beautiful youths - consumption. Farewell, Warren! Your pleasant, genial face will be missed in our office.
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Watson - In the Town of Canton, January 24, 1872, J. Warren Watson, aged 23 years.
Mr. Watson was a young man of uncommon promise. Though possessing no more than an ordinary common school education, with the exception of the knowledge he acquired by fireside reading and culture, he wrote some fine poems. He was the author of the word-renowned poem, "Beautiful Snow." He contributed some splendid pieces to the Commercial, also in the Commercial Advertiser, Detroit, and literary journals East. Social, gentle and kind in manner, he was greatly beloved by all that knew him. Like Kirk White, he is cut off before his genius had begun to reach its full development. He was a member of the Me. E. Church. Though he loved to communicate brief catches of poetry to contribute to the amusement of gay and festive circles, he rarely entered them himself, but seemed to live as if profoundly conscious of his early death. He died after a lingering illness of that fell destroyer of so many bight ambitious, and beautiful youths - consumption. Farewell, Warren! Your pleasant, genial face will be missed in our office.
Some poems are incomplete. Missing words and/or lines are added as ---- ---- ---- etc.
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