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314 HART FAMILY.

farmer and mechanic, and lives in the house with his father, on West Street. He is famous for raising raspberries.

THEIR CHILDREN, BEING THE NINTH GENERATION.

1535. Irving Warren, born October 10th, 1859.
1536. Mary Edith, born September 11th, 1861.
1537. Cornelia Irene, born July 8th, 1863.
1538. Alice May, born September 24th, 1867.

1215.                       Southington, Conn.

SAMUEL NELSON HART, Southington, second son of Collingwood Hart, of the same town, and his wife, Rebecca Irene (Dunham), born September 19th, 1840, at Southington; baptized July 30th, 1841, by Rev. E. C. Jones; married December 24th, 1869, Mary Jane, daughter of Deacon Joseph Gridley, of Southington, and his wife, Martha (Cowles), born June 5th, 1849, in Southington, and baptized there, September 5th, 1851. They lived on the Munn place, Clark’s Farms, Southington, in 1871.

THEIR CHILD, BEING THE NINTH GENERATION.

          David Whiting, born February 10th, 1871; died August 27th, 1871.

1216.                       Southington, Conn.

DAVID WHITING HART, Southington, youngest son of Collingwood, of the same town, and his wife, Rebecca Irene (Dunham), born at Southington, July 25th, 1842; baptized August 4th, 1843, by Rev. E. C. Jones. He enlisted into Company E, Twentieth Regiment Connecticut Volunteers, August 22d, 1862, and was mortally wounded at the battle of Resaca, Ga., May 15th, 1864, and died one week after, His captain, Samuel S. Woodruff, thus speaks of him in a letter published in the Southington Mirror of July 1st, 1864:

"It was at this juncture (writing of the battle) that my noble young friend and clerk, David W. Hart, fell by my side, mortally wounded. I asked him where he was hit. He replied that he did not know. He had no sense of pain, but was numb all over. I soon found he was pierced by a minie-ball, and told him he must be carried off. He reluctantly consented, and four of his comrades put him on a blanket. The balls were flying thick and fast among us. He cast his last look at the colors, and his last words to us were— ’Boys, I hate to leave you; fight on for the flag.’ His bearers soon found a stretcher, and next an ambulance, and then they returned to their company. He was a noble and promising young man, a good soldier, and a devoted Christian, a severe loss to me, and to the company, and to the regiment, and to our

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