NameLucy Mix63,64
Birth8 Feb 1809, Wallingford, New Haven, Connecticut
Census1830, Nelson, Portage, Ohio91 Age: 20
Census1840, Hiram, Portage, Ohio92 Age: 30
Census21 Oct 1850, Hiram, Portage, Ohio67 Age: 41
Census21 Jul 1860, Hiram, Portage, Ohio89 Age: 51
Census11 Jun 1870, Hiram, Portage, Ohio93 Age: 61
Census17 Jun 1880, Hiram, Portage, Ohio94 Age: 71
Death8 Nov 1881, Hiram, Portage, Ohio Age: 72
BurialBaptist Cemetery, Garrettsville, Portage, Ohio
FatherSgt. Josiah Mix (1754-1845)
MotherKeziah Royce (1768-1850)
Birth7 Jul 1808, Otsego, New York85,86
Birth Memo1809 from age at death
Census1830, Nelson, Portage, Ohio87 Age: 21
Census1840, Hiram, Portage, Ohio88 Age: 31
Census21 Oct 1850, Hiram, Portage, Ohio67 Age: 42
Residence1851, Hiram, Portage, Ohio Age: 42
Reside MemoVoting rolls
Census21 Jul 1860, Hiram, Portage, Ohio89 Age: 52
Death25 Jan 186386 Age: 54
BurialBaptist Cemetery, Garrettsville, Portage, Ohio90,86
OccupationPhysician (1850, 1860), newspaper publisher (1835), college board secretary (1850-1863). American Phonetic Association member (1854)
FatherFreeman Trask (1787-1833)
MotherHannah Knapp (1790-1853)
Marriage29 Jan 1829, Atwater, Portage, Ohio95
ChildrenHomer (1830-~1890)
 Henry Dwight (1832-1913)
 Charles W. (1838-1880)
 Mary J. (Adopted) (1838-<1881)
Notes for Lucy Mix
She apparently had three students at the Eclectic Institute boarding with her at the time of the 1870 census.

The Portage County, Ohio, probate court records have a lawsuit between Syna[?] P. Young, who apparently took care of Lucy in the last few years of her life and her sons. This is recorded in the Probate Court Docket as Syna P. Young, Administrator of the esate of Lucy M. Trask, deceased, plaintiff, against Homer Trask, Henry D. Trask, Howard B. Trask, and Allison H. Trask, Defendents.103
Medical Notes for Lyman W. (Spouse 1)
He died suddenly while out of town according to Betty Widger, but she couldn't locate the reference.
Misc. Notes
We have a considerable number of details on his life from various sources, including letter from the archivist at Hiram College.

He was one of the first doctors in Portage Co., Ohio.96 I don't know if he studied with one of the other doctors in Portage County (as often occurred a that time) or whether he went to one of the few medical schools/colleges which existed. He trained other doctors, as noted below.

He was living in Nelson Twp., Portage Co., at the times of the 1830 and 1840 U.S. censuses. Freeman Trask was the second listing before his in the 1830 census.

The 1830 census showed one male under 5 years, one aged 20-30 years; one female aged 20-30 years. This corresponds to Homer, Lyman and Lucy, though the age of the parents is slightly young.

He was indicted in 1834 for running a tavern without a license, and a copy of that indictment survives in the miscellaneous papers at the Portage County Historical Society. Betty Widger sent me a copy but I need to either locate that copy or obtain a new copy from the society..64

He published a short-lived newspaper, entitled "The Western Pearl", which was described as being quite literary.97 In 1937 copies of issues from Jan to May 15, 1835, were found in American library archival holdings.

He was one of the doctors in Ohio who supported an effort in 1835 to found a second medical school in Ohio due to the problems with the Medical School of Ohio. This led to the founding of the Cincinatti Medical College.

The 1840 census showed one male under 5 years, one aged 5-10 years, one aged 10-15 years, and one aged 30-40 years. This corresponds to Homer, Henry, and Charles [Lyman Jr.] but is slightly young for Lyman W. There is one female under 5 years and one aged 30-40 years. That correspondes to Mary J. (adopted), and is slightly young for Lucy.

A private medical teaching contract he signed in 1846 was published in the Ohio Medical Society Journal in 1937. I need to locate a copy of this.

The 1850 census showed him living in Hiram, listed as a physician, with his wife Lucy having real estate worth $600. He was listed between James E. Udall and Zeb Rodolph. Note that in this census the son who later is universally referred to as Charles W. Trask is called Lyman W. Jr. I have seen no other reference to a son by that name nor any reference to Lyman himself mentioning Charles as part of the name. I presume this is an error on the part of the census enumerator with a chance that the son actually changed his name.

He was involved in raising money for founding the Western Reserve Eclectic Institute (later Hiram College), in Hiram, Ohio. I have obtained one of the stock certificates issued by the institute as part of their fund raising. It is signed by Lyman and is the only original document in my possession signed by him. He served as Secretary on the Board of Trustees from the founding in 1850 until his death in 1863. F.M. Green who wrote a history of Hiram College, remarks that the early records of the college are remarkably easy to read due to the extraordinary penmanship of Lyman Trask.98 The college archivist generously sent me photocopies of some of these pages. I am sure that reviewing these records would give us more insight in Lyman Trask but that would require a visit to the college.

The founding of the Eclectic Institute involved additional fund raising efforts, such as the following published appeal:

The Millenial Harbinger, Series III, Vol. VII, No. VIII, Bethany, VA., August, 1850, pp. 476-477, 1850

Dear Brethren: We affectionately solicit your attention to a statement of facts, touching an enterprise very dear to our hearts—the contemplated school at Hiram—The Western Reserve Eclectic Institute.
It is generally known, that at a meeting of delegates from thirty-one churches on the Western Reserve, held In Aurora, November, 1849, it was agreed to establish an institution of learning, such as might meet, in the character and scope of its instructions, and especially its moral and religious instructions, the wants of the brotherhood; and that such an institution should be located in Hiram, Portage county, Ohio. At another meeting of delegates in Hiram, December, 1849, the preparatory steps were taken towards the establishment of such an institution. A Board of Trustees was appointed, composed of the following brethren: Geo. Pow, Sam.'l Church, Aaron Davis, Isaac Errett, Carnot Mason, Zeb Rudolph, Symonds Rider, J. A. Ford, Kimball Porter, Wm. Hayden, Frederick Williams and A. S. Hayden; a charier drafted and approved, and forwarded to the Legislature; a charter making special provision for instruction in the Holy Scriptures, as an essential part of the course of education in the institution. Subsequently, the charter passed the Legislature; stock, in shares of $25 each, having been taken to the amount of $5,000, the Board of Trustees energetically pushed forward the enterprize through its incipient stages. A farm of fifty-six acres has been purchased at the centre of Hiram, embracing one of the most beautiful sites for buildings any where to be found, and containing ample grounds for lots to be occupied by those wishing to enjoy the benefits of the Institution, which the Trustees can sell at reasonable rates. A Building Committee appointed by the Trustees have let out contracts for the stone, brick, and wood work of the school edifice—an edifice intended to be substantial, tasteful, and sufficiently large to accommodate one hundred and fifty students. The. foundations of the building an actually laid, the work is rapidly progressing, and the building will be ready for use by next fall. A committee has also been appointed to secure the services of teachers, that the first term may commence by the first of October next.
Thus you will see, dear brethren, that the Board of Trustees are disposed to act with energy in the work committed to their trust. But to carry forward their work to completion, will require greatly increased liberality on the part of the brethren. Below is an estimate of the cost of the farm, buildings, &c.
Farm, $1,800
Building, 7,500
Furnishing, 1,000
Total, $10,300
To meet this we have subscriptions to the amount of $5,000; leaving a defect of $5,300.
We have been cheered by assurances that the churches generally were favorable to the enterprize, and would certainly sustain it. The time has come when this must he done, or the consequences must be disastrous to the enterprize.
We make an affectionate and earnest appeal to our brethren in behalf of this institution, just struggling into life. We need such a school. The highest religious considerations demand that we go on with it. We cannot fail in it without dishonor. We cannot succeed in it without the meet desirable results flowing to our children and children's children. "Why should the work cease?" Will you be ready, dear brethren, when a solicitor calls, to aid as largely as possible? or will you, without a solicitor, forward your donations or subscriptions, and by timely aid in a most righteous and benevolent work, do honor to your Christian profession, and "lay up in store a good foundation against the time to come."
By order of the Board of Trustees,
L. W. Trask, Sec'y. C. MASON, Pres't of the Board.”

Such institutions, well conducted, are streams that make the wilderness and solitary place glad, and contribute to the cause of human redemption. A. C.” [A.C. was the editor of The Millenial Harbinger.]

He published a medical article on the treatment of a man who had been bit by an apparently rabid dog. This was considered sufficiantly significant that it was reprinted in Boston after having originally been published in the Ohio Medical and Surgical Journal:

The Boston Medical and Surgical Journal, Vol. XLIV, No. 20, June 18, 1851, p. 401



Mr. W. E. was bitten on the right hand, some two and a half years since, by his own dog. This excited considerable surprise, as the creature had been uniformly playful and affectionate. Some members of the family, however, had noticed that the dog had not appeared quite as well as usual for a few days.
The next morning, contrary to his usual habits, he was missing. In the course of the day, it was ascertained that he had been busily travelling during the night, and had bitten some four or five other dogs. He had, by this time, gone several miles from home, and exhibited such plain symptoms of hydrophobia, that he had been killed. As there was considerable alarm in the country about mad dogs, every one that he had bitten was either killed or tied up.
Ten days after he had been bitten, Mr. W. E. presented himself to me for treatment. I carefully considered every circumstance connected with the case, and came to the conclusion, that in all probability he had actually been bitten by a rabid animal.
Upon careful examination, there appeared to be, in all, five wounds inflicted by the dog's teeth ; one on the back of the hand, another on the palm, and three on the fingers.
I excised, as thoroughly as possible, the parts in and around each wound, encouraged bleeding by warm applications, and applied cupping glasses wherever it was practicable. In this way 1 obtained quite a quantity of blood. Next, I cleansed the wounds carefully with tepid water, and put into them a strong solution of nit. argent. I then filled them with lint to prevent adhesion, and applied stimulating plasters, directed my patient to take a cathartic of sails and senna, and to keep quiet. He got along very comfortably—wounds discharged freely, and were kept open, by the constant use of lint, about a month.
But my fears for him were very much increased, when I heard that the dogs that had been secured, had shown symptoms of hydrophobia, and had been killed. However, after six weeks had elapsed, and my patient continued comfortable, I began to entertain hopes of him, which proved to be well founded ; for he has experienced no bad effects whatever from the bites to this time.
It will readily be understood, that the foregoing treatment is not original with me; yet the fortunate result of this case has given me considerable confidence in it. The object aimed at, as every one will see, is to remove the poison from the wound before it shall be absorbed into the general system. We may be encouraged, I think, to practise excision after the lapse of weeks, if no bad symptoms have come on ; because the poison of rabid animals, unlike that of the rattlesnake, is absorbed very slowly. But the sooner the operation is performed, the better.
In conclusion, I would remark, that excision and the application of the cupping-glass will be found equally successful in bites of poisonous snakes, if practised sufficiently early. But in this case, it must be attended to immediately.— Ohio Medical and Surgical Journal.”

Remember that 1851 the bacterial theory of disease, much less the nature of the rabies virus, had not yet been established.

He was listed in the 1851 voting rolls for Hiram Township, Portage Co., Ohio.99 He was the "local doctor" in Hiram and had much dealing with the townspeople and students, including Chester A. Garfield , who had been a student at the "Eclectic" with Lyman's son Henry, then later instructor and President of the Eclectic and later state senator and Congressman for the area. Lyman's estate shows a bill owed from Garfield.

I don't have proof that he was Freeman Trask's son, but Lyman was born in New York, which is where Freeman Trask emigrated from to Ohio. Freeman Trask originally settled in Thorndike (later Brimfield) Twp. in Portage Co., not far from Atwater, where Lucy Mix grew up, which accounts for their meeting. Lyman and Freeman Trask both resided in Nelson in the early 1830s and when Freeman suddenly died "leaving a large family", Lyman shows an abrupt increase in the number of children he is sending to the county schools. The circumstantial evidence is overwhelming.

I think that the W. in Lyman W. Trask's name stands for William, since there seems to be a tradition of naming children for close relatives in the family at this time. Note that both his brother Daniel K. F. Trask and his nephew William Trask (son of brother Calvin S. Trask), named sons after Lyman W. Trask. Both happened to have died young.

He was a member of the Council of the National Phonetic Association, an organization promoting a system of shorthand, according to their published manual.100

They were still living in Hiram in 1860 and he was listed as a physician and druggist, with a personal estate of $500. Lucy's real estate holdings were valued at $1200. Several listings before his was that of Zeb Rodolph, who had his son-in-law James A. Garfield, Professor of Languages at the Eclectic Institute and future President of the United States living with him.101

Lyman W. Trask died abruptly fairly young, at age 54. His father also died abruptly at a young age, as did his brother Calvin S. Trask (quite young).

His gravestone reads " L.W. Trask M.D. died Jan. 25, 1863 age 55 yrs."

I have copied his estate inventory.102

He had several articles published in the Philadelphia literary journal “Atkinson’s Casket” and at least one of these reprinted elsewhere. Undoubtedly there were other articles he had published, as these were discovered through the Google Books scanning program.

Graham's Lady's and Gentleman's Magazine
Authors include Poe, Longfellow, James Fenimore Cooper, R.H. Dana, Mrs Emma Embury. Circulation peaked at about 43,000 in 1840s. Published Poe's "Murders in the Rue Morgue" (May-1841); started as Atkinson's Casket; bought by Graham in 1839 and merged with Burton's Gentleman's Magazine.

Atkinson’s Casket for 1833

p. 252


Ambition fired the conqueror's eye.
And banners floated to the sky—
Bright groves of steel o'erspread the plain,
And glory urged trie warlike train.

"Arouse, surpass the glorious dead.
View Austerlitz," the conqueror said,
"And all those fields, where battle's fire-
Gave fame to us, that worlds admire."

" Soldiers, defend our glorious fame,
The valor of our arms proclaim;
And may no Frenchman meet his grave
Unknown as bravest of the brave!"

Nor did those veteran warriors yield,
From Wilna to Smolensko's field,
And there the sun of conflict set,
And saw Napoleon victor yet.

But Borodino's field of gore,
Where brave men bled at every pore,
Revealed, that there the cannon's breath
Decided Moscow's life or death.

Oh! awful on that field of fight,
Strong heroes perished in their might,
And man and horse, and sword, and shell.
In one promiscuous ruin fell.

Swift cannon shot, in whirling force.
Divided armies in their course;
And blood, and smoke, and shout and cry,
Defied the earth and filled the sky.

The wheels of carnage onward rolled,
The Sun withdrew his flaming gold,
And then the cannon's blazing light,
Shone brilliant in the shades of night.

The horrid work of strife had ceased
Ere morning glimmer’d in the east—
The Russian host afar retired,
And left the field the French desired.

Soon Moscow met the raptured gaze,
Bathed in the hue of solar rays;
In all the charms that arts provide,
She stood, the Russian's song and pride.

But oh ! what conflagration gleamed,
When wrapt in flames, fair Moscow seemed
An awful sea of vivid fire,
That levelled every lofty spire.

That fearful and disastrous hour,
Deprived the conqueror of his power;
To hosts, that never knew retreat,
The elements proclaimed defeat.

And that retreat, in winter's lie,
Deprived of food, of rest and fire,
Laid generals, heroes, soldiers low,
In shrouds of dense and freezing snow.

Of all that great aspiring band,
But few reviewed their native land,
The rest resigned their hope and breath,
And pressed the clammy arms of death.

O ye, that urge to war and strife,
To spoil the peace of human life—
To bathe in blood a battle plain—
To ruin empires for your gain-
Beware, lest Providence defeat.
Nor prosper better your retreat .

p. 257
Written for the Casket.

THE GRAVE—A Fragment.

" Not all the wealth the Indies boast.
Not all the earth's enchanting bloom ;
No sea—no scene, nor conquering host,
Can save a mortal from the tomb."

The sun, in all the pride of his brightness, shone on the peaceless wave—the earth, adorned with the flowers and garlands of spring, seemed more like a paradise of light and innocence, than the habitation of sorrow and crime. Oh! at that bright period of the triumph of nature, of song, and of melody, what soul could not have participated in the enjoyment—what spirit so maculate, that it could not have bowed down and drank innocence, at the pure and delightful fountain of nature's inspiration. While I was engaged in these pleasing reflections, the funeral train of one who had perished by the dagger of a midnight assassin, slowly approached me. There was the bier, bearing the sable coffin—the mourning friends were there; for the deceased was young, virtuous, and beloved. O man ! I exclaimed, mentally, cannot the warnings of heaven—earth's emblems of innocence, or virtue's noble rewards, deter thee from the commission of crime?—No, they cannot; thou art the most degraded of beings, for thou hast degraded thyself.

The procession now reached the grave yard— the coffin was lowered and placed beside the grave—never, in my life, did such feelings oppress me. There yawned the awful grave—the coffin rested on its brink—the mourning friends stood around, with sorrow engraven on their countenances; but there was one, whose deep and unfeigned sorrow told that the deceased was the partner of her bosom—still she spoke not, nor complained ; but, when the coffin was lowered to its final resting place—when the earth sounded on its lid—then her sorrow was insupportable. The grave now contained the companion of her youth, and all her hopes. Overpowered by her sorrow, she sank in the arms of her attendants, and ere she revived, the turf was o'er the dead.

* * * * * *

Written for The Casket

To the human mind : - The undersigned member, of the human system, and as such entitled certain rights and privileges, beg leave to represent, - that they hare ever entertained nothing but sentiments of the highest respect your highness. With pride and supreme delectation we have seen ignorance humbled in dust - we have seen science rearing her banner towards the heavens bearing this lofty inscription, "Universal mental emancipation." We have seen this and are proud to acknowledge that this triumph has been achieved the great and untiring exertions of the human mind. It would be an unworthy affectation conceal, that your Highness is highly esteemed by us for your brilliant powers and services, not only by us but by an admiring world. Permit us then as your affectionate subjects, to approach your Highness, to come even to throne of reason, for an effectual and timely redress of the wrongs with which we are afflicted. It is our station in the economy of nature, to be a medium of communication between the mind or [brain,] and the different organs of the system - and by a peculiar action, (which we are not at liberty to reveal,) to transmit from the different organs to the brain, the effects of causes on the several senses, or to carry from the brain to the different organs its wishes or suggestions. This being our office, it will easily be seen that the deep performance of our functions is of great benefit and necessity to the system. We do not mention this to show our own importance - but for a very different purpose - to show the loss which the mind sustains in our impairment. It is a principle of our constitution that violent stimulus abstracts our delicate sensibilities, by first raising our actions to an uncommon degree of power, and thus leaving us in consequent debility; disturbing the regularity of our actions - impairing the acute sensibility of our formation, and destroying the tender connexion of our mind with matter. Ardent spirits, is the violent stimulus of which we complain; this, the grievance for which we earnestly implore redress. Free, oh free us from the tyranny of Ardent spirits! - more poisonous than the Bohon Upas - more paralyzing than the Simom's blast - it sweeps over our department - blasting our acute and delicate sensibilities. By its accursed influence, rosy health is turned into disease - sensation into numbness - and genius into faturity. It changes love into hatred - virtue into vice - riches into poverty - honesty into knavery - truth into lies, and religion into infidelity! Great arbiter the Human Mind, deliver us from worse than Egyptian bondage sever the mancles [sic] that bind - break the chain of habit that surrounds us. Oh! as you regard virtue - as you detest vice - as you revere mental greatness, - as you fear falling from your present elevation, - free us from the curse which is laying waste the moral heritage. And your petitioners, as in duty bound, will over pray for your wellfare. [sic]

Atkinson’s Casket [for 1834], v. 9, p. 366.

Written for the Casket
Or, the World's complete Emancipation.
Percipient Muse whose animating fire
Bids every soul to nobler deeds aspire,
Assist my strain, thy towering flame impart
To kindle love in every freeman's heart.
Piercing the dark and lurid gloom that rears
Between the present, and expected years,
The muse's visional the earth explores,
Her ruing prospects and her endless shores,
And lo! bright glories from the earth's domain,
Ascends to heaven and rilled the etherial plain;
The stars and sun with one reviving glow,
Beam heavenly radiance on the world below;
Rapt with the sight extended forests leap,
And islands dance alone the rumbling deep;
Enrapturing scenes amid the earth arise,
And laughing earth salutes the smiling skies.
The time arrives when LIBERTY pervades
The darkest spot of tyrants and their shades,
The world rejoices, for the world is free
And songs resound to heavenly LIBERTY.
The cheerless islands of the northern wave,
The rocky coasts that southern oceans Iave,
The burning Indies and the eastern isles -
Clothed with the joy of lovely Freedom's smiles,
Announce the conquests of that promised power,
And gladly hail the consummated hour.
Thrones burst asunder, sceptres fall to dust,
And mighty cannons a as crumbling rust.
Dungeons are rent, and tyrants victims bear
Their feeble bodies to the breathing air -
And bloody ensigns of the tyrant race,
No more the world or wiser man disgrace!
In this new realm Eternal truth pervades
The dusky mists of superstition's shades;
And horrid fanes defiled with human gore,
Shrink at her sight, and fall to rise no more,
From pole to pole, from sea lo sea, her flight
Illumes the darkness of the heathen night,
And the bright glories of a future day,
Beam with effulgence on her earthly way.
Fair science shines with rich transparent rays
And to the realm of human mind essays;
With rapid wing she mounts the bending sky,
Observes how worlds in circling orbits fly,
How flaming suns in sure attraction draw
Vast orbs around by nature's ruling law
Then down to earth her various labors tend,
Where ponderous strata in rude circles bend -
Describes the boundary of the rolling waves,
The hidden pearls and distant coral caves -
And shows, arranged at one primeval birth,
How different strata form our solid earth.
In all her labors brilliant thought she finds,
That raises elevates and cheers our minds.
Virtue, indigenious in Freedom's sway,
Wrests the cold sceptre of disgrace away,
Points up to fame re-comforts the distressed,
And shows the place of perfect earthly rest.
As springing plants upon the flowery mead,
On sol's warm ray will only well succeed -
So virtue's graces and perfections, run
And flourish best in freedom's lovely sun.
Mankind connected in one common joy,
Mankind disparted by no adverse tie -
War shall no more give forth his bellowing breath,
Nor wing the able instruments of death!
But peace eternal springs in every clime,
Till HEAVEN ordain the final close of time.
The canvassed navies sail on every deep,
And agriculture graces every sleep;
Extending cities rise on every strand,
And fair magnificence adorn the land!
Oh! lovely vision, tyranny is hurled!
And undistinguished glory crowns the world !
From star to star, the pleasing glory runs,
From worlds to worlds, and naming suns to suns,
And should its course be bright as it portends,
Creation's bound its progress only ends!
Arise! ye freemen whom these flames inspire,
And show in action, what your hearts desire,
And live to see the good your deeds bestow ,
When honour, virtue, GOD are loved below!

Atkinson's Casket [for 1834], v. 9, p. 465


There is no scene better calculated to inspire melancholy contemplation, than the graveyard. There, in that repository of the triumphs of death, that land of silence and gloom, repose the proud and the rich, the poor and the humble.— Strife is forgotten—the tongue of slander is dumb—the voice of censure is hushed—the guilty and contaminated are beside the child of angelic purity—kings, heroes, and subjects, moulder together, and are forgotten. The fairest song of genius, lie beside the senseless idiot, and the greatest beauty sinks down by the most disgusting deformity—titles are unknown—distinctions are annihilated, and all sleep in forgetfulness in tie earth's cold bosom. Is this the end of man? No! There is a fairer world beyond the sea of terrestrial sorrows and anxieties—a realm of consecrated beatitude—a clime of unspeakable delight. There the countenance of sorrow is changed to smiles, and delightful and enrapturing joys will repay a life of sorrow and pain!

Publised in Atkinson's casket [for 1835]

p. 182

To The Cuyahoga River.

By Lyman W. Trask.
Fair stream, upon thy verdant banks
1 strayed when hope was on the wing,
Reclined beneath the branching elm,
Or sat beside ihe gushing spring,
How beauteous seemed thy peaceful wave,
How music thrilled amid the bowers,
And on the pure and healthful breeze
Sweet odours rose from thousand flowers.
"1'was then I dreamed that human life,
Was smooth and placid as thy flow—
That love was fair, and hope was bright
As flowers that on thy margin grow.
There magic seemed to rule the hour,
And Naiads from their watery caves,
Came out and danced with glee and grace
Upon thy smooth and flowing waves.
And woman seemed an angel then,
As pure as heavenly saints above—
A being whom we might admire,
And whom a holy heart might love.
Sweet virtue seemed in easy chains
To bind creation to her laws:
And man rejoicing in her power
Was dedicated to her cause.
How fair! how ravishing the view!
I burned life's theatre to tread,
And share my portion of the joy
Without a fear—without a dread.
But years in gloom have passed away,
And false I find those early scenes;
The light,—the hope,—the love,—the joy,
Are gone—and nothing now remains.
Bright river—then a long farewell!
No more I’ll tread your verdant shore ;
The scenes that fancy sketched are gone.
And all my youthful dreams are o'er!

Lyman Trask
Birth: 1808
Death: Jan. 25, 1863 
Inscription: Aged 55 Years
 Burial: Baptist Cemetery
Portage County
Ohio, USA
Plot: R05 G04 
Created by: ProgBase
Record added: Nov 01, 2009
Find A Grave Memorial# 4381329138
Notes for Lyman W. & Lucy (Family)
Widger misreads Lyman's surname, giving it as Frank.95
Last Modified 1 Dec 2009Created 4 Jul 2012 using Reunion for Macintosh