The Boykin Witherspoon & Mary Chestnut connection

Below is the family of Boykin Witherspoon's mother, Elizabeth and his 2nd cousin, Mary Boykin Miller Chestnut's mother Mary Boykin.

Husband's Name
William BOYKIN Born: Abt 1725;Place: , Virginia; Died: 1761; Place: , South Carolina; Married:
Abt 1749; Place: , Nc; Father: William BOYKIN; Mother: BURWELL

Wife's Name
Elizabeth BRYANT; Born: abt 1730 Place: Of, Northampton, North Carolina


Their children were Samuel BOYKIN-Grandfather of Boykin Witherspoon. This was Boykin's mother, Elizabeth Boykin Witherspoon's father. Samuel was Born: Abt 1750; Place:
, , North Carolina. Died: 28 Dec 1791. Place: South Carolina

William BOYKIN Born: Abt 1754; Place; North Carolina; Died: Place: Kershaw Co, South Carolina

Francis BOYKIN Born: 1751; Place: , , North Carolina Died: 1821 Place: Milledgeville, Georgia
Buried: 1821

Burwell BOYKIN Born: 1752; Place: , North Carolina Died: 17 Aug 1817 Place:
, , South Carolina . Grandfather of of Mary Boykin Miller Chestnut. This is her mother, Mary Boykin's father.

Amelia Mildred BOYKIN Born: 1755; Place: , , South Carolina Died: 1835; Place:
Wilkinson County, Georgia

John T BOYKIN Born: 1756 Place: Kershaw Co, South Carolina; Died: 1798; Place:
Columbia, , South Carolina

This is a tree illustration of the kin connection of Boykin Witherspoon to Mary Boykin Chestnut:

*************William Boykin & Elizabeth Bryant Witherspoon********

Samuel Boykin ****************siblings***************Burrell Boykin, Sr.

Elizabeth Boykin Witherspoon *****1st cousins****** ***Mary Boykin

Boykin Witherspoon ************* 2nd cousins*********Mary Boykin Miller Chestnut

The following is an excerpt from Mary Boykin Chestnut"s diary re: her cousin, Boykin Witherspoon's mother.

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" September 19th. (1861) - A painful piece of news came to us yesterday - our cousin, Mrs. Witherspoon, of Society Hill, was found dead in her bed. She was quite well the night before. Killed, people say, by family sorrows. She was a proud and high-strung woman. Nothing shabby in word, thought, or deed ever came nigh her. She was of a warm and tender heart, too; truth and uprightness itself. Few persons have ever been more loved and looked up to. She was a very handsome old lady, of fine presence, dignified and commanding.
"Killed by family sorrows," so they said when Mrs. John N. Williams died. So Uncle John said yesterday of his brother, Burwell. "Death deserts the army," said that quaint old soul, "and takes fancy shots of the most eccentric kind nearer home."
The high and disinterested conduct our enemies seem to expect of us is involuntary and unconscious praise. They pay us the compliment to look for from us (and execrate us for the want of it) a degree of virtue they were never able to practise themselves. It is a crowning misdemeanor for us to hold still in slavery those Africans whom they brought here from Africa, or sold to us when they found it did not pay to own them themselves. Gradually, they slid or sold them off down here; or freed them prospectively, giving themselves years in which to get rid of them in a remunerative way. We want to spread them over other lands, too - West and South, or Northwest, where the climate would free them or kill them, or improve them out

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of the world, as our friends up North do the Indians. If they had been forced to keep the negroes in New England, I dare say the negroes might have shared the Indians' fate, for they are wise in their generation, these Yankee children of light. Those pernicious Africans! So have just spoken Mr. Chesnut and Uncle John, both ci-devant Union men, now utterly for State rights.