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OCTOBER 16 OBITUARY FOR LT. COL. GEORGE P. JOUETT
In the 49th year of his age, midst the clang and clash of victorious arms, surrounded by his adoring soldiers, fell the gallant Lieutenant Colonel, George P. Jouett, on the hard-fought field of Perryville. Many hearts have saddened, many spirits drooped, that such a man has been snatched away, a sacrifice to the inexorable God of Battles.
A wail of sorrow goes up in Heaven. A stricken family shriek for the loss of one, to them, by far, more dear than all the earth beside.
There were, in Colonel Jouett's composition, some of the most beautiful qualities that ever blessed a son or brother.
He was a son of Kentucky's famous artist, Matt. Jouett, and partook largely of his father's genius. With the responsibility of a large family upon him from the age of fourteen, at which time his father died, he formed, in early youth, a noble character, that grew brighter as he advanced in years. Generous, brave, and accomplished, with a heart as tender to affliction as a woman's, he goes to his long, long home, universally regretted. A man that never offered an insult -- he never permitted one to go unpunished.
A wonderfully just man, he seemed as fully impressed with the beauties of the golden rule as any we ever met. Justice in everything was his leading characteristic. He was a nobleman that truly lived for family and friends, and fearlessly died for our country's glory.
Chivalric and zealous, he went down upon the bloody ground, stricken in body but firm in devotion to the flag that his father and his father's father fought to maintain -- a sad but glorious death.
With the iron nerve of a true Kentuckian, the fervent devotion of a patriot's heart, the studied skill of a heroic soldier, the towering spirit of a true American, he has yielded up his great soul to the God that gave it.
With a breast overflowing with the charity and a temperament that despised treason, Col. Jouett stands forth as one of the brightest characters of this terrific war, one whom a distressed nation could never call in vain. He sprang to the side of his country, a living, a generous, a just man; he died a brilliant, courageous soldier. Face to the foe, he fighting fell, with as true men as ever marched to meet the enemies of the Republic.
Thus, in the vigor of majestic manhood, has been cut down as true a son as Kentucky ever knew. The friend of the afflicted, the prop and stay of an aged and devoted mother, has gone forever.
from the Louisville Democrat, October 16, 1862
