Lenoir County NcArchives Biographies.....Stanly, William Franklin 1844 - 1911
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WILLIAM FRANKLIN STANLY

NOTE: Jesse Vaughan was told by Miss Eugenie Scarborough dec his day of birth was 
Sept 25th. According to Mr. Vaughan he looked for the gravesite several years ago 
at Maplewood and could not find it so it is not known if maybe he was moved to 
some other location.

Following at Heritage Place, LCC
DEATH CERTIFICATE
Lenoir County
Wm Franklin Stanley
Date of Birth  25 Sept 1844
Date of Death  17 May 1911
Married
Birthplace  Jones Co
Father  Wright Stanley b Jones Co, Mother  Sarah Becton
Buried  Maplewood

The Free Press  Saturday May 20 1911
Mr. W. F. Stanley Passes
Well known and Prominent Citizen of the City Died Wednesday Evening of Chronic 
LaGrippe

Mr. W. F. Stanley, a well known citizen and former mayor of this city, died at 
his home on Bright street Wednesday evening at 6:30 o'clock, after a lingering 
illness of chronic lagrippe.  The funeral took place Thursday afternoon at 5 
o'clock and interment will be made in Maplewood cemetery. Rev. J. H. Griffith 
will conduct the service.  Mr. Stanley is survived by his wife and one son, Mr. 
Harold D. Stanley.  The following tribute to his memory is from the pen of his 
lifelong friend, Dr. John A. Pollock:

                             In Memorian

After an illness of several weeks of chronic lagrippe, ex Mayor Wm F. Stanley has 
been called away and is now at rest.

Born in Jones County, September 1844, came to Kinston soon after the death of his 
parents; made Kinston his home, was educated at the old academy and later 
attended the schools at Hillsboro.

He was of a historic family, and as a citizen and soldier, he met the inevitable 
events of life, calmly and creditably.

At the call for volunteers for the defense of the south, Stanley, but a 
stripling, promptly responded.  When the fight was on at New Bern, Stanley, in 
Fort Anderson, was among the last to leave the guns.

In the battles against Sherman in Georgia and at Fort Fisher, Stanley displayed 
courage and judgment.  When the federals landed near the fort, Stanly led the 
charge and drove them back under the protection of their ironclads.  During the 
murderous bombardment he fought his guns and surrendered after the fort was rent 
and torn by shot and shell, and when wounded and bleeding, Sergt. Nick Hunter 
said, Stanly objected to giving up the fort and begged to not lower the flag  
Boys don't lower the flag.  When the surrender was made, he broke his sword and 
threw it into the sea.  Coming back from prison, he soon married Miss Nannie 
Coward, and after her death married Mrs. Elizabeth Aldridge Tilghman.

In manner he was modest and deferential; in disposition constant, aspiring and 
given to hospitality; in the way of fairness and truth one might say of him Dare 
make a sounder man than Surry can be. He became an extensive merchant, was 
elected mayor several terms, and the town clock will always be in  rest of line 
has a mark through it  interest for the convenience of the public in general.  
In politics a Democrat, in religion a Baptist.  The good of Kinston and the 
community at large was ever dear to his innermost nature.

The charm of the man was his innate fearlesancss (sic) and an earnest sympathy.
In the hours of danger and peril in sickness and in death, he was like unto the 
brace, the chivalrous Frank Cox, ever ready to take time, to give timely advice 
and stand steadily by his friend in need.

No man that is a man, can repress the cry of the soul, at the loss of a life-long 
friend.

Good-bye, great heart, dear old comrade, we will meet again, where the morning 
stars are shinning, dear old schoolmate of the long ago  all hail  farewell 
until that time cometh where the shadows shall flee away, yea, when the 
everlasting day-dawn of nevermore appeareth.

NOTE: The copy did not come out well from here to the end.

Lead gently, Father God, as he passes over the bar.  Now in the saddened fullness 
of time, now at the natural ending of a crucible friendship unbroken seven and 
fifty years. I feel impelled to stand and say 
This cold earth, that bears the dead body of Stanley
Dears not alive a stouter gentleman.
Dr. John A. Pollock

Kinston Free Press  Saturday, May 10, 1911
THE PASSING OF MR. STANLEY

With the passing of Mr. W. F. Stanley, Kinston loses another member of her old 
guard. The ranks are thinning year by year and even now most of its members have 
crossed the bar.  They have turned over their work to their successors; and the 
Kinston of today is in the hands of its younger men.  Will they build as wisely 
and as well as did the old guard?.  The answer remains to be ascertained.

Mr. Stanley has been prominent in Kinston's affairs.  He was mayor of the 
municipality and active in business circles. One of the touching incidents at the 
close of his long and active career was the fact that at his death bed as a 
devoted servant, fanning the flies from that beloved face which was soon to 
become cold in death, stood his former slave body servant, his boyhood playmate, 
the faithful servant of his young manhood on the battlefield and around the camp 
fires of the great struggle between the states, the colored friend of his later 
years. And during the last sad hours this old colored man was as constant and 
true to his prostrate master as in the golden days of yere, when both were 
carefree, or in those stormy times when the here master was undergoing a baptism 
of shot and shell as the invader was trespassing on southern soil.

The younger men, into whose keeping has been confided the destinies of our 
future, cannot afford to forget incidents like these  that in the olden days 
such genuine attachments were formed between master and slave, and that time's 
ruthless touch is fast obliterating whatever remains of those chivalrie days.
Memories of this kind ought to soften the harsh ephumerial?? Spirit of the age, 
recall as somewhat from the strenuous life and remind us that the sentimental, 
the ideal values the noblest things of life, while the dollar is after all, a 
poor measure of the true meaning of moral existence.




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