Aunt Lucy Fosters Account of Randolph Foster's Life and Death
We are permitted, by relatives of the
deceased, to copy the following from a publication at the time of her
"On the 25th of March, 1872, in Fort Bend County, Texas, Mrs. Lucy
Foster, wife of Randolph Foster, departed this life at the advanced age of 72
years. Randolph Faster and his wife were among the first settlers in Texas. They
immigrated from Mississippi and settled on the Brazos River, prior to most, if
not all, of Austin's colonists, with whom they became incorporated, and as such
received their quota of land from the Mexican government.
"At that early
day they settled on the same spat where the subject of this notice has resided
ever since, and where she died, surrounded by a numerous, family and a wide
circle of friends, all of whom mourn her loss as one whose place can never be
filled. The future of Texas can never again fashion characters such as her past
gave us. They were molded by circumstances peculiar to the times that have
passed away and can never return.
"Aunt Lucy' was a marked type of the
women of her day in Texas. During all of the trying times and scenes through
which she passed, from the date of her settlement in Texas to that of her death,
she was even the same kind, noble and generous to all. Her purity and goodness
were only equaled by the simplicity and unostentatious-ness of her manners.
"As wife, mother, neighbor, she was a model. None knew her but to admire
the great simplicity and beauty of her character, and those who knew her longest
admired her most.
"But few of the 'Old Three Hundred' now remain among
us. Thus, one by one, they are passing away. Long since many names which were
conspicuous among the first settlers, have become extinct in Texas, and very
soon none of those dear and venerable links that connect the long ago and
romantic past of Texas with the stern realities of the present, Still be with
us. The fete that still linger with bowed and whitened heads to contemplate the
rich and glorious future of their toil, which others are gathering around them,
are justly entitled to every honor and every comfort that is in our power to
bestow upon, them during the remainder of their days.
"Yes, the present
and future people of Texas owe a vast debt of gratitude to the living and the
dead of that noble pioneer band. The 'Old Three Hundred,' who, amidst so many
hardships, trials and privations, selected this fairest and most genial domain,
from barbarism and dedicated it to productiveness and civilization, and turned
it over to those who should succeed them. What a heritage. What noble
disinterestedness! In the great contest for such a prize in common with all the
`Old Three Hundred' 'Aunt Lucy' Foster acted well her part.
"May she rest
in peace, and may her memory, with that of all her compeers, be ever-cherished
among the brightest jewels that adorn the early history of Texas, who will
perform the pleasing task of gathering them all up, and giving them a setting,
befitting their brilliancy and richness."
"Richmond, April, 1872.
writer of this history of Fort Bend County hopes that he is the historian who
has rescued these incidents and early history of the pioneers of Fort
We also copy the following from an old print:
"Died, on the 18th instant, at the home of Thomas M.
Blakely (his son-in-law) in this county, Randolph Foster. Eighty-eight years ago
he was born in what is now the State of Mississippi, then a wilderness, but
little known to the white man. He was a, soldier of the war of 18121 and was a,
member for a while of the company commanded by Captain Randall Jones, which was
employed in holding the Southern Indians in check while the war was raging in
the region now comprising the States of Indiana and Ohio. He was in Texas as
early as 1817, and his camp was situated but two miles from the spot where he
died. His presence here antedated the settlement of Austin's colony. He knew
Aaron Burr, General Wilkinson, General Long, Colonel McGee, Colonel Kemper,
Colonel Ross, David Crockett, Ellis P. Bean, the pirate Lafitte, and others
whose shadows flit along the haze of early Texas history, and seem to Texans of
the present day as myths of the dreamy past. But 'Uncle Ran' was the connecting
link between the tradition era and the present time, and authenticated as facts
that otherwise might have been deemed fictions of poets and, romantics. He was a
mean of singular simplicity of habits and character, generous hospitality,
serene and unostentatious in his piety, and though bold and fearless in
disposition, yet the most pathetic soul on earth. An acquaintance of forty-one
years with him, during which not a jar or a hard though can be remembered,
justifies the writer in saying that his like we never saw, and may never see
again. Death has been busy in our midst, and rapidly from loves, bright circles
the gems drop away, and pass to brighter, holier worlds than this. His history
should be written by some one with a cooler brain, a steadier hand, and dryer
eyes than belongs to him who pens these lines.
thy simple way, unveil the lure
Which waves of doubt and fear around us
Thy steady grasp upon the helm,
thy pious love
show that thou are not dead, but gone before."