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New England Magazine
An Illustrated Monthly
New Series, Vol. 26
xdki
March, 1902
August, 1902
Boston, Mass.
America Company, Publishers
J Park Square
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AMERICA COMPANY,
in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.
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INDEX
TO
THE NEW ENGLAND MAGAZINE
VOLUME XXVI.
MARCH, 1902— AUGUST, 1902
America's First Painters Rnfus Rockwell Wilson
An Old Letter from a New England Attic Almon Gunnison .
As It was Written. A Story H. Knapp Harris .
At Harvard Class Day. A Story . . . . • . . . . Elsie Carmichael .
Birds of New England A. Henry Higginson
William I. Cole .
Elsie Locke
George EI. Martin
Clifton Johnson
S. W. Abbott . .
Boston's Early Churches at the North End ....
Boston's Reservations, Flower Folk in
Boston's Schools One Hundred Years Ago
Cape Cod Folks
Cape Cod Lakes, The
Cape Cod Notes By a Returned Native
Charles River Valley Augusta W. Kellogg
Choral Singing in New England, A Century of . . . Henry C. Lahee
Cinderella of the Blackberry Patch, A. A Story . . . William McLeod Raine
Conquering of Caroline, The. A Story Eleanor H. Porter .
Conspiracy in St. Mark's, A. A Story David H. Talmadge
Coronation Sermon, An Early ,. . . George H. Davenport
Creating Character at the Lyman School Alfred S. Roe
Dancing Flowers and Flower Dances Alice Morse Earle
Don Who Loved a Donna, A. A Story Will M. Clemens
Early Churches at the North End, Boston William L Cole .
Fair Exchange, A. A Story Emma Gary Wallace
Famous Farm Houses in the Narragansett Country . . Harry Knowles
Flower Folk in the Boston Reservations Elsie Locke
Foreign Schools and Their Suggestions, Two .... Daniel S. Sanford
Fruit of His Bravery, The. A Story David H. Talmadge
Genesis of Standard Oil, The Will M. Clemens •
Handsome Felix. A Story . . . /. McRoss .
Hartman. A Story Frank Baird .
Hazel. A Story Mary Tcprell . .
Historic Town in Connecticut, An Clifton Johnson
Hoosac Tunnel's Troubled Story Edward P. Pressev
Howe, Mrs., as Poet, Lecturer, and Club Woman . . George Willis Cooke
How Young Lowell Mason Travelled to Savannah . . Daniel Gregory Mason
26
344
268
428
93
241
259
628
739
339
329
645
102
449
21
71
476
399
556
494
241
708
387
259
293
535
76
182
76i
625
562
117
3
236
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INDEX
In an Old Garden
International Sweethearts. A Story
Jefferson, Thomas and Higher Education
Kellogg, Rev. Elijah— Author and Preacher . . . .
King's Highway, The
Korea, The Pigmy Empire
Lesser Tragedy, The. A Story
Letter from a New England Attic, An Old
Lyman School for Boys, Westborough, Mass
Mane Adelaide of Orleans
Mason, Lowell, How He Travelled to Savannah . . .
Massachusetts Steel Ship Building
Memories of Daniel Webster
Menotomy Parsonage
Methuen, Mass., The King's Highway
Nantncket, Mass
Narragansett Country Farm Houses
National Pike, The
Naval Torpedo Station, The U. S
New England Birds
New England Choral Singing, A Century of ... .
Northborough and Westborough
Norwalk, Connecticut
Old Blue Plates -
Old York, A Forgotten Seaport
Painters, America's First
Pennsylvania Germans, The
Plates, Old Blue
Professor's Commencement, The. A Story .
Public School Garden, A
Regeneration of Young Hawley, The. A Story .
Resurrection of a Minister, The. A Story
Revere's, Paul, Ride, The True Story of
Saybrook, Connecticut
Schools of Boston One Hundred Years Ago .
School Garden as an Educational Factor
School Garden, A Public
Secret Service, The
Standard Oil, The Genesis of
Stars and Stripes, The, a Boston Idea
Steel Ship Building in Massachusetts
Story of Jess Dawson. A Story
Things That Were, The. A Story
True Story of Pan! Revere's Ride, The
Two Foreign Schools, Their Suggestions
United States Naval Torpedo Station, The
York, Maine, A Forgotten Seaport
Washington-Greene Correspondence
Webster, Daniel, Memories of
Wee Jamie's Cab. A Story
Westborough, M;iss., Lyman School
Westborough and Northborough
Whale Oil and Spermaceti
William-, Roger, and the Plantations at Providence, R. I.
len
Elizabeth W . Shermer
Edgar Fawcett
George Frederick Me
Isabel T. Ray .
Charles W. Mann
W. E. GriMs . . .
Grant Richardson .
Almon Gunnison .
Alfred S. Roe . .
Mary Stuart Smith
Daniel Gregory Mason
Ralph Bergengren
William T. Davis
Abram English Brown
Charles W. Mann
Mary E. Starbuck
Harry Knowles
Rufus Rockwell Wilson
Grace Herreshoff .
A. Henry Higginson
Henry C. Lahee .
Martha E. D. White
Angeline Scott .
A. T. Spalding
Pauline C. Bouve
Rufus Rockwell Wilson
Lucy Forney Bittingcr
A. T. Spalding
Willa Sibert Cat her .
Henry Lincoln Clapp
Neill Sheriden
Edith Copeman
Charles Ferris Gettemy
Clifton Johnson
George H. Martin .
Lydia Southard
Henry Lincoln Clapp
W. Herman Moran .
Will M. Clemens . .
George J. Varney
Ralph Bergengren
Imogen Clark
Agnes Louise Provost
Charles Ferris Gettemy
Daniel S. Sanford
Grace Herreshoff .
Pauline C. Bouve .
. . . . 63, 229, 32
}]rilliam T. Davis .
Margaret W. Beardsley
Alfred S. Roe . . .
Martha E. D. White
Mary E. Starbuck
E. J. Carpenter .
366,
389.
721
588
54
679
26
498, 617
54
481
417
289
574
131
562
628
675
417
752
76
539
276
667
548
131
293
167
675
583, 698
INDEX
POETRY
Aftermath Charlotte Becker . . .
Beautiful Death S. H. M. Byers . . .
Good Queen, The Charles Hanson Towne .
Hill Stream, The Alice d'Alcho
Homesickness Ethelwyn Wetherald .
My Dream Garden Edith R. Blanchard . .
Ode to the Organ . . . . . Lucy C. (Whittemore) My
Pilot, The Mary Hall Leonard . .
Pond, The Mary Clark Huntington .
Preparation Charles Hanson Towne .
Pygmalion Zitella Cocke ....
Quest, The Charlotte Becker .
Sea-Born Virna Sheard ....
Shepherd Stephen Tracy Livingston
Similitude E. Carl Litsey
Sisters . . Helen M. Richardson
Storm Beaten Charles Francis Saunders
Strangers .... Emma Playtcr Seabury .
Sunset Alice Van Leer Carrick
Then ! Christene W. Bullwinkle
ick
760
627
738
697
497
365
225
44
712
224
760
582
56i
524
454
470
70
53
338
720
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New England Magazine
New Series
MARCH
Vol. XXVI No. 1
Mrs. Howe as Poet, Lecturer and
Club-woman*
By George Willis Cooke
N^O woman in this country bet-
ter represents than Mrs.
Julia Ward Howe the great
advancement made by her
sex during the present century in edu-
cation, social influence, literary power
and industrial opportunities. With
almost every phase of this advance has
she identified herself, and in several of
them she has been a leader. Her
career has been many-sided and
broadly catholic in its sympathies. The
companion and intimate friend of
many of the intellectual and reforma-
tory leaders of our country, she has
lived much abroad and known the bet-
ter phases of life in England, France,
Italy and Greece. Though obtaining
her education before women's colleges
had come into existence, few women
* The illustrations in this article are from "Mrs. Howe's Reminiscences,
Houghton, Mifflin & Co., by whose courtesy they are here used.
have attained a broader or more thor-
ough culture than she or used it to
nobler advantage.
In her charming book of "Reminis-
cences," Mrs. Howe has told the story
of her life, and in a manner to delight
and to instruct all who may read it.
There could be no excuse whatever for
presenting the facts of her life in
briefer fashion, were it not that in so
doing, attention may be drawn to the
significance of her career in a manner
that was not possible to her own pen.
Not only will the book fail to reach the
hands of many who would be inter-
ested and instructed by its most im-
portant incidents, but it is possible to
make such a study of Mrs. Howe's life
as will freshly interpret the gains
women have made since she was a
published by Messrs.
Sarah Mitchell, Mrs. Howe's Grandmother
young girl, and the part she has had in
them.
Julia Ward was born in the city of
New York, near the Battery, May 27,
1819. During her girlhood the family
moved to Bond street, then in the
upper part of the city. Her paternal
ancestry included Roger Williams,
Governor Samuel Ward of Rhode
Island, who was very active in the
opening scenes of the Revolution, and
other persons of note. Her mother,
who died, greatly beloved and re-
spected, at the age of twenty-seven,
was a grandniece of General Francis
Marion. Her father early became
a member of the New York bank-
ing house of Prime, Ward and
King, and took an active part in its
affairs. In 1838 he established the
Bank of Commerce and became its
president. He was one of the founders
of the University of the City of New
York. The first temperance organiza-
tion in the country was formed by him,
and he was actively interested in many
charities. A devoted member of the
Episcopal church, he was severely
orthodox and austere in his religious
convictions, and somewhat ascetic in
his daily life. He died in 1839, at the
age of fifty-three.
Leaving school at sixteen, Julia
Ward obtained her more advanced
MRS HOWE AS POET, LECTURER AND CLUB-WOMAN 5
education at home under the direction
of excellent teachers, no other means
of thorough intellectual training being
then open, to a young woman. She
was taught French, German, Italian,
music, something of mathematics and
still less of the sciences. Among her
tutors was Joseph Green Cogswell, of
the Round Hill School at Northamp-
ton, famous in its day, and later the
librarian of the Astor Library. Her
brothers graduated at Columbia Col-
lege, as it then was, the family moved
in the best social and intellectual cir-
cles, men and women of literary tastes
frequented her father's house, and she
grew up in an atmosphere of culture.
Among the persons she met in her
own home were Richard H. Daiia,
Bryant and Longfellow ; and when
Mrs. Jameson visited New York she
was also a guest. More important
than the studies she pursued was the
atmosphere of serious thought and
literary interest in which she grew up.
She was, from girlhood, a student of
books, albeit loving music and getting
a goodly training in that and the other
arts. She had a taste for the lan-
guages and skill to master them. Espe-
cially important was it that she early
developed a love for good literature
and read the best books in several
languages. Without obtaining an
education in any way so thorough as
the college training of to-day, it was
one well fitted to develop her literary
gifts and to prepare her for her life
work.
When only about sixteen, Julia
Ward began to publish poems in the
"American," a daily paper edited by
Charles King, afterward the president
of Columbia College. A familiar guest
in her father's house was the vouneer
Leonard Woods, who took much in-
terest in her studies and who per-
suaded her to contribute a review of
Lamartine's "Jocelyn" to the "Literary
and Theological Review," of which he
was the editor. It attracted much at-
tention, and she was induced to send
a short paper on the minor poems of
Goethe and Schiller to the "New York
Review," then edited by Dr. Cogswell,
who had been her tutor. "I have al-
ready said," she writes in her "Remi-
niscences," "that a vision of some
important literary work which I
should accomplish was present with
me in my early life, and had much to
do with habits of study acquired by
me in youth, and never wholly relin-
quished. At this late day, I find it
difficult to account for a sense of liter-
ary responsibility which never left me,
and which I must consider to have
formed a part of my spiritual make-up.
My earliest efforts in prose, two re-
view articles, were probably more
remarked at the time of their publica-
tion than their merit would have war-
ranted. But women writers were by
no means as numerous sixty years ago
as they are now. Neither was it pos-
sible for a girl student in those days
to find that help and guidance toward
a literary career which may easily be
commanded to-day."
In the summer of 1841 Miss Ward
visited Boston and spent some months
in a cottage near that city. Among
the visitors were Longfellow and
Sumner, and Professor Felton of Har-
vard. Interesting reports were given
her by the two latter of the work of
Dr. Samuel Gridley Howe at the In-
stitution for the Blind in South Bos-
ton, where he was then carrying on
most interesting experiments with
MRS. HOWE AS POET, LECTURER AND CLUB-WOMAN
Laura Bridgman, then a girl of twelve.
Miss Ward visited this institution and
met Dr. Howe, and the acquaintance
led to their marriage, which took place
April 23, 1843. One week later they
started for Europe, having as their
companions Horace Mann and his
newly wedded wife. In England they
visited many
charitable in-
stitutions and
saw much of
noted persons.
They traveled
through Ger-
m a n y, Swit-
zerland and
Italy, and
spent the win-
ter in Rome,
where their
first child was
born in the
spring. The
little one was
baptized by
Theodore Par-
ker, who was,
with George
Combe, a con-
s t a n t com-
panion of the
Howes during
these months
in Rome. Dr.
Howe visited
( rreece to renew his acquaintance
with the men with whom he had
toiled for Greek independence in the
years of his young and ardent man-
hood. The following summer was
mostly spent in England, and there Dr.
Howe met Florence Nightingale, then
a young woman eagerly feeling her
way to the philanthropic effort that
Julia Cutler Ward, Mrs. Howe's Mother
has made her fame world-wide ; and
he was able to give her the encourage-
ment she needed in order to start her
upon her career. In the autumn they
came back to Boston and found a
home for many years in South Boston,
where Dr. Howe was superintendent
of the Institution for the Blind.
In 1824, af-
ter graduat-
ing at Brown
Uni ve r si t y
and the Har-
vard Medical
School, Dr.
Howe went
to aid the
Greeks in
their attempt
to secure in-
de pendence
from the do-
minion of
Turkey. He
served as a
surgeon, but
was obliged to
accept the
hard condi-
tions under
which the
Greeks carried
on their war-
fare. In 1827
h e returned
to the United
States to raise funds to aid the
poverty-stricken people, and he
then devoted himself to the distribu-
tion of the food and clothing he was
able to secure. In 1828 was published
his "Historical Sketch of the Greek
Revolution." In 1830 he was com-
pelled to leave Greece, owing to an at-
tack of swamp fever, induced bv ex-
MRS. HOWE AS POET, LECTURER AND CLUB-WOMAN
posure and a rough soldier's life. Re-
turning home through Paris, he was
induced to carry aid to the Poles, was
apprehended in Berlin and imprisoned.
After some months he was liberated
through the urgent efforts of his
friends and by diplomatic interven-
tion. While in Europe at this time he
became inter-
ested in the
efforts being
made for the
care and teach-
i n g ' o f the
blind, and on
his return to
Boston, in
1830, he began
his efforts in
behalf of that
class of per-
son s. Mr.
Frank San-
born has right-
ly called Dr.
Howe one of
the most ro-
mantic charac-
ters of our cen-
tury, and de-
scribes h i m
also as a hero.
Mrs. Howe
says that "his
sanguine tem-
perament, his
knowledge of principles and reli-
ance upon them, combined to lead
him in advance of his own time.
Experts in reforms and in charities
acknowledged the indebtedness of
both to his unremitting labors. He
did all that one man could do to
advance the coming of the millenial
consummation, when there should be
Samuel Ward, Mrs. Howe's Father
in the world neither paupers nor out-
casts." He labored for the blind, the
deaf, the criminals, the slaves, and for
all who needed sympathy and help.
He early gave encouragement to Dor-
othea Dix in her labors for the insane
and criminal, and he quickly joined
Garrison and Phillips in their anti-
slavery cru-
sade. His sym-
pathies were
with Horace
Mann in his
efforts for
the common
schools, and,
becoming a
member of
the Boston
school board
soon after his
return from
Europe, he
made his influ-
ence felt in the
greatly im-
proved school
methods of the
city.
During the
next twenty
years Mrs.
Howe was the
companion of
her husband in
his p h i 1 a n-
thropic and reformatory labors. She
came to know the men and women
who were his co-laborers and to
share in their ideals and their
humanitarian efforts. Devoted to
her children, and aspiring to make
for her husband a genuine home,
she was also an earnest student, giv-
ing much time to literature, to the
MRS. HOWE AS POET, LECTURER AND CLUB-WOMAN
study of Greek and other languages,
and to zealous inquiry into the realms
of philosophy, being especially devoted
to Kant. Having been brought up in
good society, it had many attractions
for her and she could not keep quite
away from its demands ; but her hus-
band's example and her own studious
habits would not permit her to give to
it the best gifts of which she was cap-
able.
In 185 1, when the "Boston Com-
monwealth" was started to represent
those who desired the suppression of
slavery, but were not ultra abolition-
ists of the Garrisonian type, Dr. Howe
gave it his aid and became its editor.
He was assisted by Mrs. Howe, who
for a year or more wrote frequently
for the paper, especially on literary
subjects. In 1854, soon after with-
drawing from the paper, Mrs. Howe
published anonymously in Boston a
volume of poems bearing the title of
"Passion Flowers." It attracted much
attention and curiosity was aroused as
to the author, who soon became known.
The book was praised in many direc-
tions, but received some sharp criti-
cism. Two years later appeared
"Words for the Hour," also pub-
lished without the author's name.
Both these volumes were large-
ly influenced by the questions
of the day, the democratic and
reformatory spirit of the time. They
breathed forth an ardent desire for
the extension of liberty to all peoples
and for the lifting up of the oppressed
and unfortunate. Mrs. Howe has said
of her first volume of poetry that "it
was much praised, much blamed, and
much called in question." Theodore
Parker quoted from it in one of his
sermons, Catherine Sedgwick praised
one of its lines, and Dr. Francis Lieber
recited a passage from it as having a
Shakespearian ring. The poet herself
calls it "a timid performance upon a
slender reed ;" but the second volume
showed somewhat of improvement in
mastery of the poetic art and in facil-
ity of expression.
The next poetical work was "The
World's Own," published in Boston in
1857, having been produced in Wal-
laces Theatre in New York previous-
ly, the principal characters having
been taken by Sothern and Matilda
Heron. This poem has much interest
as a literary production, but it lacks in
dramatic qualities that would make it
a stage success. A year after the pro-
duction of this play, in 1858, Mrs.
Howe wrote for Edwin Booth a trag-
edy called "Hippolytus," a result of her
Greek studies. Arrangements were
made for its production, with Booth
and Charlotte Cushman in the princi-
pal parts ; but the manager suddenly
bethought him it was late in the
season, and he dropped the play with-
out an effort to revive it. It has never
been published or in any manner given
to the public.
During the first years of "The At-
lantic Monthly" Mrs. Howe was a fre-
quent contributor to its pages. In
February, 1862, it published her "Bat-
tle Hymn of the Republic," which
soon gained great popularity, and the
story of the writing of which she has
several times told. In the same mag-
azine appeared her "Lyrics of the
Street," and two of her noblest patri-
otic poems, "Our Orders" and "The
Flag." These and other poems were in
1866 published in the volume called
"Later Lyrics." In 1898 appeared
"From Sunset Rid^e : Poems Old and
Julia Ward and Her Brothers, Samuel and Henry Ward
New," which contained the best of the
poems from the three earlier volumes,
as well as a number that had not pre-
viously been given to the public.
As a poet Mrs. Howe belongs in the
company of Lowell and Browning
rather than in that of Longfellow and
Whittier. Although her themes are
often homely and familiar, her treat-
ment of them is serious and thoughtful
with Lowell, and sometimes dramatic
in the manner of Browning. Famil-
iarity with her poetry brings a grow-
ing recognition of its poetic value, its
strength of expression and its fine hu-
manity. Several of her poems written
during the Civil War are of equal
merit with her "Battle Hymn of the
Republic," but they are too little known
to receive just recognition. They
show forth her ardent and profound
patriotism, indicate most clearly how
strong can be a woman's love of coun-
try and how just her recognition of its
social worth. On the other hand, Mrs.
Howe's introspective and semi-relig-
ious poems give rich expression to her
inner life, — its noble ideals, its fine
insight, its depths of spiritual wisdom.
As a poet Mrs. Howe is first of all
a lover of mankind and gives voice to
her sympathies with all its struggles
and aspirations. Her earnest appre-
ciation of homely and simple lives ap-
pears in the introductory poem to
"Passion Flowers ;" and well does she
give utterance to her desire to comfort
and to help them.
"I have snng to lowly hearts
Of their own music, only deeper ;
I have flung through the dusty road
Shining seeds for the unknown reaper.
I have piped at cottage doors
My sweetest measures, merry and sad,
Cheating Toil from his grinding task,
Setting the dancing rustic mad.
io MRS. HOWE AS POET, LECTURER AND CLUB-WOMAN
Better to sit at humble hearths,
Where simple souls confide their all,
Than stand and knock at the groined gate,
To crave — a hearing in the hall."
Again this desire for a large spirit-
ual fellowship with mankind finds ut-
terance :
"Ere this mystery of Life
Solving, scatter its form in air,
Let me feel that I have lived
In the music of a prayer,
In the joy of generous thought,
Quickening, enkindling soul from soul ;
In the rapture of deeper Faith
Spreading its solemn, sweet control."
The one note in Mrs. Howe's poems
that is not to be heard so distinctly
elsewhere is that of motherhood.
Others have sung more sweetly and
enchantingly of home, its cares and its
joys, but none has so impressed the
motherly spirit upon her songs or more
truly interpreted the world from that
point of view. When she sings of war
and its ways it is as a mother who
watches over her babes and never loses
the brooding love of them, however
far they wander or strong they may
become. So must we read one of the
best of her war poems — that named :
OUR ORDERS.
"Weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms,
To deck our girls for gay delights !
The crimson flower of battle blooms,
And solemn marches fill the nights.
Weave but the flag whose bars to-day
Drooped heavy o'er our early dead,
And homely garments, coarse and gray,
For orphans thai must earn their bread!
Keep back your tunes, ye viols sweet,
That poured delight from oilier lands!
Rouse there the dancers' restless feet:
The trumpet leads our warrior bands.
And ye that wage the war of words
With mystic fame and subtle power,
Go, chatter to the idle birds,
Or teach the lesson of the hour!
Ye Sibyl Arts, in one stern knot
Be all your offices combined !
Stand close, while Courage draws the lot,
The destiny of human kind.
And if that destiny could fail,
The sun should darken in the sky,
The eternal bloom of Nature pale,
And God, and Truth, and Freedom die !"
When she sings of "The Flag" not
less does she tune her song from the
home corner and its mother affection :
"There's a flag hangs over my threshold,
whose folds are more dear to me
Than the blood that thrills in my bosom its
earnest of liberty ;
And dear are the stars it harbors in its
sunny field of blue
As the hope of a further heaven, that lights
all our dim lives through."
The same thought comes out even
more strongly in the concluding
stanza :
"When the last true heart lies bloodless,
when the fierce and the false have won,
I'll press in turn to my bosom each daugh-
ter and either son :
Bid them loose the flag from its bearings,
and we'll lay us down to rest
With the glory of home about us, and its
freedom locked in our breast."
The mother love sings of the boy
who went out from the home at the
age of three years, in the poem that
bears the title of "Little One."
"My dearest boy, my sweetest !
For paradise the meetest ;
The child that never grieves me,
The love that never leaves me ;
The lamb by Jesu tended ;
The shadow, star befriended ;
In winter's woe and straining,
The blossom still remaining.
Days must not find me sitting
Where shadows dim are flitting
Across the grassy measure
Thai hides my buried treasure.
Nor bent with tears and sighing
More prone than thy down-lying;
MRS. HOWE AS POET, LECTURER AND CLUB-WOMAN
i 1
I have a freight to carry,
A goal, — I must not tarry.
If men would garlands give me,
If steadfast hearts receive me,
Their homage I'd surrender
For one embrace most tender ;
One kiss, with sorrow in it,
To hold thee but one minute,
One word, our tie recalling,
Beyond the gulf appalling.
Since God's device doth take thee,
My fretting should forsake thee ;
For many a mother borrows
Her comfort from the sorrows
Her vanished darling misses,
Transferred to heavenly blisses.
But I must ever miss thee,
Must ever call and kiss thee,
With thy sweet phantom near me,
And only God to hear me.
One of the finest of all Mrs. Howe's
poems is "The House of Rest," and it
brings out her poetical characteristics
as well as her spiritual aspirations in
language that fitly clothes her thought.
It is a poem that only a mother's con-
stant watch and care could fitly sing.
"I will build a house of rest,
Square the corners every one :
At each angle on his breast
Shall a cherub take the sun ;
Rising, risen, sinking, down,
Weaving day's unequal crown.
In the chambers, light as air,
Shall responsive footsteps fall :
Brother, sister, art thou there?
Hush ! we need not jar nor call ;
Need not turn to seek the face
Shut in rapture's hiding-place.
Heavy load and mocking care
Shall from back and bosom part ;
Thought shall reach the thrill of prayer,
Patience plan the dome of art.
None shall praise or merit claim,
Not a joy be called by name.
With a free, unmeasured tread
Shall we pace the cloisters through :
Rest, enfranchised, like the Dead ;
Rest till Love be born anew.
Weary Thought shall take his time,
Free of task-work, loosed from rhyme."
The intent of this house of rest ap-
pears from the concluding stanza:
"Oh! my house is far away;
Yet it sometimes shuts me in.
Imperfection mars each day
While the perfect works begin.
In the house of labor best
Can I build the house of rest."
"Warning" may be taken as a sam-
ple of Mrs. Howe's more philosophical
poems, those in which she deals with
the great questions of life and eternity.
In some of these her thought is subtle
and dramatic, but in all of them it is
human in its sympathies and loftily
spiritual in its ministrations :
"Power, reft of aspiration;
Passion, lacking inspiration ;
Leisure, not of contemplation.
Thus shall danger overcome thee,
Fretted luxury consume thee,
All divineness vanish from thee.
Be a man and be one wholly ;
Keep one great love, purely, solely,
Till it make thy nature holy ;
That thy way be paved in whiteness,
That thy heart may beat in lightness,
That thy being end in brightness."
These samplings may conclude with
"A Spring Thought:"
"Overgrow my grave,
Kindly grass ;
Do not wave
To those who pass
A single mournful thought
Of affection come to nought.
Look up to the blue
Where, light-hid,
Lives what doth renew
Man's chrysalid.
Say not : She is here,
Say not : She was there.
Say: She lives in God,
Reigning everywhere."
12 MRS. HOWE AS POET, LECTURER AND CLUB-WOMAN
Mrs. Howe has been much of a
traveller and has profited by her stud-
ies of foreign lands. In June, 1850,
she went with her husband and
children to Europe, visited friends in
England and spent some months in
Germany. Dr. Howe returned home,
but Mrs. Howe spent the winter in
Rome with her two sisters. She saw
something of the revolutionary and
democratic movements of 1848 in their
reactionary effects, though her sym-
pathies did not grow less for liberty
and republican institutions. In Febru-
ary, 1859, the Howes accompanied
Theodore Parker to Cuba ; but Parker
not being benefited in health, went on
to Vera Cruz, then sailed for Europe,
from which he did not return. Mrs.
Howe wrote an account of her life in
Cuba for "The Atlantic Monthly,"
which was continued through six
numbers of that magazine, and which
was published in book form in i860 as
"A Trip to Cuba." This volume was
not favorably received in Cuba and its
circulation there was forbidden. The
book is bright and readable and
brought the author an invitation to
contribute to the "New York Trib-
une," and for several years she wrote
of social and literary life in Boston and
Newport.
The Cretan insurrection of 1866 re-
newed Dr. Howe's interest in the
Greeks and he raised funds for them.
In the spring of 1867 he set out for
Greece, accompanied by Mrs. Howe
and two of their daughters. On the
way they visited England and Rome,
but pushed rapidly on to Greece,
where they arrived al midsummer. Dr.
Howe visited Crete, although a price
had been set upon his head, and he did
all he could to aid the people there.
On their return home in the autumn
Mrs. Howe wrote an account of this
journey and of her life in Greece,
which was published as "From the
Oak to the Olive : a Plain Record of a
Pleasant Journey." "I have only to
say," she wrote in concluding the vol-
ume, "that I have endeavored in good
faith to set down this simple and hur-
ried record of a journey crowded with
interests and pleasures. I was afraid
to receive so freely of these without
attempting to give what I could in re-
turn, under the advantages and disad-
vantages of immediate transcription.""
On their return to Boston the Howes
organized a fair in aid of the Cretans.
In the spring of 1873 Mrs. Howe
again visited England, having previ-
ously accompanied Dr. Howe to Santo
Domingo, to which he had been the
year before sent as a commissioner,
with Benjamin F. Wade and Andrew
D. White, for securing its annexation
to the United States. This second visit
was made to aid the people in develop-
ing their commercial interests. In
1875 they again visited the island, this
time in search of health for Dr. Howe.
Mrs. Howe has visited Europe several
times in more recent years. The winter
of 1897-8 was spent by her in Rome.
Dr. Howe died in January, 1876,
after some months of failing health.
The addresses and poems given at his
funeral wrere published by Mrs. Howe,
together with a memoir prepared by
herself, the volume being especially
designed for reproduction, in raised
characters, for the blind. In con-
cluding the "Memoir of Dr. Howe,"
she said that his was "one of the
noblest lives of our day and genera-
tion. All that is most sterling in
American character may be said to
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Julia Ward Howe About
have found its embodiment in Dr.
Howe. To the gift of a special and
peculiar genius he* added great
untiring persever-
by a deep and
benevolence. Al-
in temperament, he
was not hasty in judgment, and was
rarely deceived by the superficial
aspect of things when this was at
variance with their real character.
Although long and thoroughly a ser-
industry and
ance, animated
comprehensive
though ardent
vant of the public, he disliked pub-
licity, and did not seek reputation,
being best satisfied with the approba-
tion of his own conscience and the re-
gard of his friends. In the relations
of private life he was faithful and af-
fectionate, and his public services were
matched by the constant acts of kind-
ness and helpfulness which marked his
familiar intercourse with his fellow-
creatures." Bryant said of Dr. Howe,
that "he was one whose whole life was
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The Home at South Boston
dedicated to the service of his fellow
men."
Writing of her chief aim in life Mrs.
Howe says that she might have chosen
for her motto: "I have followed the
great masters with my heart." She
has been first and last a student, not
so much a lover of books as a student
of the thoughts which books interpret.
In her books of travel and in many
of her lectures she has seemed to be
chiefly concerned with the social or
superficial phases of life, but she has
been in reality largely interested in
philosophy and the great problems of
human existence. In her youth she
eagerly read Goethe, Richter, Herder
and the other Germans, and then she
turned to Dante. In her South Boston
days she gave much time to the Latin
writers, particularly to Cicero. She
.also plunged into Swedenborg that she
1 1
might sound the deeper truths of the
spirit ; and for the same purpose she
turned to Hegel. She also gave much
attention to Comte, and then to Kant,
thus seeking help in all directions.
She turned also to Spinoza and found
great delight in his works ; but it was
in Kant she found the deepest satisfac-
tion, being inclined to say with
Romeo: "Here I set up my everlast-
ing rest."
These philosophical studies, after
being carried on for many years, led
to a desire to speak to others her own
thoughts on the problems she had
studied. Although Theodore Parker
encouraged her in this undertaking.
Dr. Howe was opposed to it, and it
was not until i860 or 1861 that she
found her first audience. She invited to
her house, which was then in Chestnut
street, afterwards famous for the
MRS. HOWE AS POET, LECTURER AND CLUB-WOMAN
meetings of the Radical Club, such of
her friends as she thought would care
to hear her. She spoke on " Doubt and
Belief, the Two Feet of the Mind;"
" Moral Triangulation, or the Third
Party;" "Duality of Character," and
other kindred themes. In her audience
were Agassiz, Alger, Clarke and
Whipple; and much interest was ex-
pressed in her lectures. A year or two
later they were repeated in Washing-
ton, and there they were listened to
by many persons of political and intel-
lectual prominence.
The result of these lectures was to
increase her interest in philosophical
studies and to give her a desire to pro-
duce some original contribution to
philosophical truth. She accordingly
wrote several essays on such subjects
as the "Distinctions between Philoso-
phy and Religion," "Polarity," "Man
a priori/' and "Ideal Causation." The
second of these papers was read before
the Boston Radical Club, and the third
to a meeting of scientists at Northamp-
ton. At the Radical Club she also read
lectures on "Limitations" and "The
Halfness of Nature ;" she frequently
attended that club and took part in its
discussions. Some years later, when
the Concord School of Philosophy was
established, she was frequently invited
to address it ; and usually did so once
or twice each year so long as its ses-
sions were continued. The largest
audiences which gathered at the school
were those which listened to her. Her
lectures there on "Modern Society"
and "Changes in American Society"
were in 1880 published in a little book
bearing the title of the first of these
addresses. Her lecture of 1884, on
"Emerson's Relation to Society," was
published in the volume on "The
Genius and Character of Emerson,"
which included all the lectures of that
year. Two of her other lectures given
there, those on "Aristophanes" and
"Dante and Beatrice," were in 1895
published in the volume called "Is Po-
lite Society Polite? and Other Essays."
This volume included seven of her
lectures, originally prepared for the
Radical Club, the Concord School of
Philosophy, the New England
Woman's Club, the Town and Country
Club of Newport, and the Contempo-
rary Club of Philadelphia, and subse-
quently read in many places through-
out the country. One of the lectures
published in this volume was on "The
Salon in America," and it gives ac-
count of the growth of literary interest
as developed in clubs. For such gath-
erings Mrs. Howe is an ideal lecturer,
always bright, entertaining, instructive,
and provocative of discussion as well
as of serious thought. Her voice is
not strong enough and does not have
sufficient carrying power for large as-
semblies, but in the quiet of a parlor it
finds its fit opportunity as the expres-
sion of her rich and noble thoughts.
Most of her later prose writing has
adapted itself to club utterance, and it
has partaken of the limitations thus
imposed upon it. This is one reason
undoubtedly why her lectures, when
put into print, receive less attention
than when heard. Mrs. Howe's per-
sonality has given character and
strength to her spoken words, and
caused many to listen to them with
deepest interest and satisfaction.
Her experiences as a lecturer, and
especially her desire to aid women in
securing recognition as religious
teachers, led Mrs. Howe to enter the
pulpit, as opportunity offered. Hav-
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MRS. HOWE AS POET, LECTURER AND CLUB-WOMAN
ing early become a Unitarian, she fre-
quently preached in churches of that
religious body, but many other de-
nominations have given welcome to
her sermons. In 1875 she succeeded
in bringing together the women minis-
ters of all denominations, and they or-
ganized an association for mutual
sympathy and co-operation. Of this
organization she was chosen the presi-
dent, a position she continues to hold.
The sermons Mrs. Howe has delivered
from time to time show how fit it is
that women should occupy the pulpit,
and how capable they are of the high-
est spiritual ministration. It can be
only a question of time when women
will in a large degree become the re-
ligious teachers of mankind, such is
their natural fitness for the tasks of
spiritual instruction and moral guid-
ance.
When Theodore Parker began to
preach in Boston, Dr. and Mrs. Howe
became members of his congregation.
Mrs. Howe writes in her "Reminis-
cences" with the greatest enthusiasm
of the preaching of Parker, saying that
"it was all one intense delight." "The
luminous clearness of his mind, his
admirable talent for popularizing the
procedures and conclusions of philoso-
phy, his keen wit and poetic sense of
beauty, — all these combined to make
him appear to me one of the oracles of
God." Great as was her admiration for
Parker, when her children became of
an age to attend church and Sunday-
school she had a desire for a church
fitted to their need, and she became a
member of the Church of the Disciples,
of which James Freeman Clarke was
then the minister, who was succeeded
by Charles G. Ames. To this church
Mrs. Howe has been warmlv attached,
and she is always seen at its morning
services when it is possible for her to
attend. It should be said, however,
that she is no partisan in religion, and
that her sympathies go out to all truly
worshipful souls seeking the light.
Radical in her thought, keen critic in
her philosophical liberalism, Mrs.
Howe is at heart conservative in her
religious sympathies. Finding little
help in the formulas and rituals of the
churches, she is in closest alliance with
all who seek for the truths of life. Her
strong fidelity to the inward facts of
the Christian ideal appears in many of
her poems, as well as in her lectures.
Perhaps it nowhere finds more expres-
sive utterance than in "Near Amalfi,"
one of her best poems :
"Oh ! could Jesus pass this way
Ye should have no need to pray.
He would go on foot to see
All your depths of misery.
Succor comes.
He would smooth the frowzled hair,
He would lay your ulcers bare,
He would heal as only can
Soul of God in heart of man.
Jesu comes.
Ah ! my Jesus ! still thy breath
Thrills the world untouched of death,
Thy dear doctrine sheweth me
Here, God's loved humanity
Whose kingdom comes."
Mrs. Howe sought the Church of
the Disciples because it was a church
of serious people, and free to all. She
says she had already had "enough and
too much of that church-going in
which the bonnets, the pews, and the
doctrine appear to rest on one dead
level of conventionalism." There she
found those who desired to help their
fellow men, and a pulpit open to all
the humanities. It was not strange,
therefore, that she grew to take more
and more interest in the reform move-
Julia Romana Anagnos
merits of the time, to identify herself
with the anti-slavery party and to give
her strength to advancing the interests
of women. The first reform move-
ment in which she took a leading part
was that of peace. During the pro-
gress of the Franco-Prussian war she
drew up an appeal of women against
war. "The august dignity of mother-
hood and its terrible responsibilities
now appeared to me in a new aspect,"
she writes, "and I could think of no
better way of expressing my sense of
these than that of sending forth an ap-
peal to womankind throughout the
world." She accordingly wrote an ap-
peal to women, had it translated into
many languages, and called a world's
convention in London. In 1870 she
held two important meetings in New
York, and she gave two years to inter-
esting women in the cause of peace. In
1872 was held the Woman's Peace
Congress in London, and she devoted
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8 MRS. HOWE AS POET, LECTURER AND CLUB-WOMAN
many months previous to its session in
advocating in England the cause she
had at heart. In London she held a
series of Sunday evening services, in
which were considered "The .Mission
of Christianity in Relation to the Paci-
fication of the World."
In the course of her philosophical
studies Mrs. Howe arrived at the con-
clusion that "woman must be the moral
and spiritual equivalent of man." This
conviction led her to take part in the
organization of the New England
Woman's Club, of which she was for
many years the president. Soon after
she began to recognize the importance
of the political enfranchisement of
women, and although she was slow in
accepting the necessity for this reform,
she came finally to give it the strongest
assent. She became one of the leaders
in its advocacy, adding her abilities to
those of Garrison, Phillips, Higginson,
Clarke, Curtis, Hoar, Lucy Stone,
Lucretia Mott, Mrs. Livermore, Mrs.
Stanton and Miss Anthony in pleading
for the emancipation of women. In
1869 she took part in the organization
of the American Suffrage Association,
of which she has since been the presi-
dent. In January, 1870, she joined
with Lucy Stone, Mrs. Livermore, W.
L. Garrison and T. W. Higginson in
the publishing and editing of "The
Woman's Journal" in Boston. For
many years she was one of its editors
and wrote frequently for its pages, and
she has ever since its founding been
in closest agreement with its purpose
to secure the advancement of women
by educational economic and political
methods. With voice and pen she has
continued for over thirty years to ad-
vocate the cause of woman, and
though the suffrage has not been
granted her, she has lost none of her
faith in the justice of the cause she has
represented. She has steadily con-
tinued to adhere to the position she
stated in the opening editorial of the
"Woman's Journal/' advocating co-
operation with men and not opposition
to them :
"Our endeavor, which is to bring the fem-
inine mind to bear upon all that concerns
the welfare of mankind, commands us to let
the dead past bury its dead. The wail of
impotence becomes us no longer. We must
work as those who have power, for we have
faith, and faith is power. We implore our
sisters, of whatever kind or degree, to make
common cause with us, to lay down all par-
tisan warfare and organize a peaceful Grand
Army of the Republic of Women. But we
do not ask them to organize as against men,
but as against all that is pernicious to men
and to women. Against superstition,
whether social or priestly; against idleness,
whether aesthetic or vicious ; against op-
pression, whether of manly will or feminine
caprice. Ours is but a new manoeuvre, a
fresh phalanx in the grand fight of faith. In
this conflict the armor of Paul will become
us, the shield and breastplate of strong, and
shining virtue."
In the "Boston Globe," during
March, 1894, she stated her continued
adherence to the faith thus declared,
and expressed her convictions as to the
progress that had been made and the
promise of the future :
"The wonderful advance in the condition
of women which the last twenty years have
brought about, makes me a little diffident of
my ability to prophesy concerning the fu-
ture of the sex. At the Deginning of the
first of these decades few would have fore-
told the great extension of educational op-
portunities, the opening of professions, the
multiplication of profitable industrial pur-
suits, all of which have combined to place
women before the world in the attitude of
energetic, self-supporting members of soci-
ety. Even the vexed suffrage question has
made great progress. The changes which I
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Julia Ward Howe
foresee are all farther developments of the
points already gained. I feel assured that,
in the near future, the co-operation of wo-
men in municipal and in State affairs will
be not only desired, but demanded by men
of pure and worthy citizenship. The true
progress of civilization is from the assump-
tion of privilege to the recognition of right.
In this country this progress already em-
braces the whole of one sex. The laws of
moral equilibrium will speedily place the
other sex in an equal condition, exalting the
dignities of domestic life, and making the
home altar rich with gifts of true patriotism
and wise public spirit."
When the Association for the Ad-
vancement of Women was organized
in 1869 Mrs. Howe took an active
part, and on the occasion of the Bos-
ton meeting in 1879 she was elected
the president. In 1882 the New Eng-
land Industrial Exhibition opened a
woman's department, this being the
first time that a great fair gave women
such recognition. Mrs. Howe was in-
vited to act as the president ; she ex-
plained the purpose had in view on the
opening day, and this effort to advance
the interests of women was an eminent
success. The next year she was in-
vited to preside over the woman's de-
partment of the Cotton Centennial Ex-
position held at New Orleans, and
though the task involved much labor,
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it established the recognition of women
in all future exhibitions of the indus-
trial products of the country. A novel
feature of this fair was managed by
Mrs. Howe's daughter Maud, who
took charge of an alcove in which were
collected the books written by women.
Mrs. Howe has been a member of
several famous clubs and the founder
of two or three that have received wide
recognition. Since 1852 she has been
a summer resident of Newport, and
she organized the Town and Country
Club, which has been an attractive fea-
ture of life there, and has drawn to-
gether many intelligent men and wo-
men for amusement and instruction.
When the women's club movement
began she gave it her support, and she
has been the president of the Massa-
chusetts Federation of Women's Clubs
and a director of the General Federa-
tion. It is probable that Mrs. Howe is
better known as a lecturer than as an
author, and yet she has published
much. She has been a contributor to
the "Atlantic Monthly," "Christian
Examiner," "Old and New,' "North
American Review," "The Forum,"
and other well known journals. Her
contributions to the "Atlantic Month-
ly" have been about thirty in number,
and they extend through nearly the
whole history of that magazine. In
1874 she edited a volume on "Sex and
Education," in reply to Dr. E. H.
Clarke's "Sex in Education," to which
she was a contributor and for which
she wrote the introduction. She also
wrote for the "Famous Women" series
of biographies an account of the life
of Margaret Fuller, which was pub-
lished in 1883.
In closing her "Reminiscences,"
Mrs. Howe says thai on one occasion
she was asked to enumerate her
"social successes," and she gives them
in words that cannot be omitted from
this account of her life :
"I have sat at the feet of the masters of
literature, art, and science, and have been
graciously admitted into their fellowship.
1 have been the chosen poet of several high
festivals, to wit, the celebration of Bryant's
sixtieth birthday, the commemoration of the
centenary of his birth, and the unveiling of
the statue of Columbus in Central Park,
New York, in the Columbian year, so called.
I have been the founder of a club of young
girls [Saturday Morning Club], which has
exercised a salutary influence upon the
growing womanhood of my adopted city,
and has won for itself an honorable place in
the community, serving also as a model for
similar associations in other cities. I have
been for many years the president of the
New England Woman's Club, and of the
Association for the Advancement of Wo-
men. I have been heard at the great Prison
Congress in England, at Mrs. Butler's con-
vention de moralite publique in Geneva,
Switzerland, and at more than one conven-
tion in Paris. I have been welcomed in
Faneuil Hall, when I have stood there to
rehearse the merits of public men, and later,
to plead the cause of oppressed Greece and
murdered Armenia. I have written one
poem which, although composed in the
stress and strain of the civil war, is now
sung South and North by the champions of
a free government. I have been accounted
worthy to listen and to speak at the Boston
Radical Club and at the Concord School of
Philosophy. I have been exalted to occupy
the pulpit of my own dear church and that
of others, without regard to denominational
limits. Lastly and chiefly, I have had the
honor of pleading for the slave when he was
a slave, of helping to initiate the woman's
movement in many States of the Union,
and of standing with the illustrious cham-
pions of justice and freedom, for woman
suffrage, when to do so was a thankless
office, involving public ridicule and private
avoidance."
This record of Mrs. Howe's suc-
cesses might have been extended to a
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much greater length. She has wit-
nessed a wonderful advance in the
position and influence of women, and
her own part in securing it has been
considerable. If women have not
gained the right to vote, they have
secured the opportunity of studying
any subject to which men give their
attention. She has taken part in the
opening of all professions to women,
and she has aided women in organ-
izing for every kind of intellectual,
moral, religious and industrial im-
provement. These activities of hers at
first closed to her in a measure the
avenues of polite society, but with the
result that for nearly fifty years she
has been one of the best known and
most influential citizens of Boston.
Every good cause now seeks her ap-
proval. All her public activities and
all her reformatory efforts have but
made her more truly a woman. In-
stead of unsexing her, they have
brought her into the full maturity of
her womanly powers.
The Conquering of Caroline
By Eleanor H. Porter
FROM her earliest recollections,
she had regarded babies with
awe and unreasoning terror,
a feeling which speedily grew
into settled disapproval and dislike,
and she — a woman child ! Her dolls
were never children, nor baby-dolls,
but queens and princesses, occupying
sumptuous palaces, and disporting
themselves in silks and satins. As a
child she had many a time crossed
the street to avoid meeting a woman
and a baby-carriage, lest she be ex-
pected to kiss the tiny, cooing creature
half smothered in flannels ; and she
never borrowed the neighbors' babies
for an afternoon, as did so many of
her playmates. Being the youngest
in the family, she found her own home
quite free from the objectionable creat-
ures.
As the years passed, and her girl
friends married, their letters to her
began to be filled with the sayings of
small Tommies, and the doings of wee
Marys, together with soft rings of
baby hair, all of which filled Caroline's
soul with distress, — and her stove with
cinders. The letters remained long
unanswered, and the correspondence
waned. And then people began to
call her an old maid, and to point out
her prim little cottage as the place
where "old Miss Blake" lived.
Caroline Blake's entire personality
was made up of angles. There were
no curves to her square chin nor kinks
to her thm yellow hair. Even her
flower beds in the front yard were
laid out in severe diamond shape, and
the Nottingham curtains at the parlor
windows hung straight from their
poles.
When the Smiths moved into the
vacant house across the way, Caroline
anxiously scanned the contents of the
big wagons from her vantage ground
behind the front chamber blinds. Her
brow contracted into a frown when
she spied the baby-carriage, and she
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THE CONQUERING OF CAROLINE
fairly gasped at sight of two new high-
chairs. Her disgust was complete,
upon the arrival of the family on the
following day, — a black-whiskered
man, a thin, faded-looking little
woman, a small girl of perhaps six
vears of age, two tiny toddlers — evi-
dently twins, — and a babe in arms.
Caroline pursed her thin lips tight,
and descended to the kitchen with
resolute step.
'Tolly," — said she, sharply, to her
one handmaiden, who was trying to
coax an obstinate fire into a blaze, —
"I do not like the looks of the woman
who is moving into the other house, at
all, and I wish you to make no advan-
ces in her direction. If they want to
borrow anything, tell 'em you're going
to use it yourself, and use it — if it's the
low-shovel in August! You can dig
n the garden with it," she added
grimly.
Polly looked at her mistress in sur-
prise, for Caroline was proverbially
hospitable and generous, save only
where a child was concerned. The
girl opened her mouth as though to
speak, when a wailing duet from the
twins across the way sent a gleam of
understanding into her eyes, and
caused her to shut her lips with a snap ;
Polly did not share her mistress's an-
tipathy to twins.
Caroline went into the parlor, and
peered furtively through the lace cur-
tains. No one was in sight at the
other house save the small girl of six,
who had evidently come out to view
the landscape. Suddenly the woman
noticed that her own gate was the
least bit ajar ; and with a quick jerk
she turned from the window, darted
across the room, opened the front
door, and marched down the walk,
shutting the gate with a short, sharp
snap, meanwhile sending her most
forbidding frown across the expanse
of dusty street. Then she walked
leisurely back into the house.
In the days that followed, Caroline
had a sore struggle with herself. She
had been a strict adherent to the vil-
lage creed of calling on all strangers,
especially neighbors ; but this crea-
ture— ! For a time she succeeded in
persuading herself that it was unnec-
essary that she should notice so objec-
tionable a specimen of womanhood ;
yet her conscience would uncomfort-
ably assert itself whenever she caught
a glimpse of the frail little woman op-
posite, particularly as she was forced
to admit that her new neighbor pos-
sessed a face of unusual sweetness and
refinement.
Caroline finally compromised with
herself by calling one afternoon, soon
after she had witnessed Mrs. Smith's
departure from the house. She was
rewarded according to her iniquity,
however, for Mrs. Smith had returned
unseen for a forgotten letter, and open-
ed the door herself in response to
Caroline's sharp pull at the bell.
"You are Miss Blake, I know," said
the little woman delightedly, smiling
into the dismayed face of her visitor.
"I am so glad to see you ! Come right
in and sit down — I've wanted to know
you all the time."
Caroline Blake hardly knew how to
conduct herself at this unforeseen out-
come of all her elaborate scheming.
She followed her hostess into the par-
lor with a sour face. There was a de-
cided chill in the atmosphere by the
time the two women were seated op-
posite each other, and Mrs. Smith be-
cran to be aware of it.
THE CONQUERING OF CAROLINE
23
"It — it is a nice day," she ventured
timidly, in a very different voice from
the one she had used in cordial greet-
ing a moment before.
"I don't care for this kind of
weather — it's too hot !" said Caroline
shortly.
"Yes — no ! Of course not," mur-
mured Mrs. Smith in quick apology.
"I think there will be a shower to-
night, though, which will cool the air
beautifully!" she added courageously.
"Well — I hope not ! If there's any-
thing that I positively detest, it's a
thunder storm," replied her guest with
the evident intention of being as dis-
agreeable as possible. "They're so —
noisy and — er — wet," she finished
feebly.
"Yes, they are — so," acquiesced
Mrs. Smith unhappily, wondering
vaguely what was the matter. Then
there ensued an uncomfortable silence,
during which she coughed nervously,
and hitched in her chair.
"I think Norton is a very pretty
place," she began at last hopefully ;
"I am sure I shall like it here very
much."
"Do you? I don't care much for
it, myself, I have seen so many prettier
places. Of course, if one has never
been about much, I dare say it seems
quite fine," and Caroline fixed her eyes
on a worn spot in the carpet from
which the concealing rug had been
carelessly pushed one side.
Mrs. Smith colored and bit her lip,
but she bravely rallied her forces once
more, on courtesy intent.
"What beautiful flowers you have,
Miss Blake ! I think I never saw such
lovely beds."
Now this was a diplomatic stroke
indeed, and a far-away smile dawned
in Caroline's sombre eyes ; but it quick-
ly waned at her hostess's next words.
"My little Nellie is always talking
about them. I'm sorry the child isn't
here to-day, but she and the twins are
out for a walk with the nurse."
Caroline stiffened. At that moment
an infantile wail was wafted from the
upper regions. Mrs. Smith sprang
to her feet with an inspiration.
"It's baby — he's awake! I'll go
right up and get him. I know you'll
want to see him — he's so cunning!"
and she had almost reached the door
when Caroline arose with a face upon
which determination sat enthroned.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Smith, but I
must be going. I — I don't care for
babies at all!" and she rustled toward
the hall door, — "Good afternoon."
The little woman left behind stared
in dumb amazement after her guest,
whose parting assertion had placed
her quite beyond the fond mother's
comprehension. At a more insistent
wail from above, she caught her
breath with a smothered exclamation,
and rushed up stairs.
A few days later, Caroline, weeding
her flower beds, glanced up to find her
small neighbor of six summers not
three feet away, gravely regarding her.
"Pretty flowers!" ventured the
sweet voice by way of introduction.
Caroline pulled spitefully at a big
weed and said nothing.
"I like pretty flowers," came sug-
gestively from the small maiden as she
took a step nearer.
Caroline suddenly awoke to the pos-
sibilities of the occasion.
"Run away, child. I don't like little
girls !" said she, sharply.
Two round eyes looked reproach-
fullv at her.
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THE CONQUERING OF CAROLINE
"You don't? How funny! I like
you" and the red lips parted in a
heavenly smile.
At this somewhat disconcerting
statement, Caroline started, and there
came a strange fluttering feeling at
her throat. She looked at the child
in almost terror, then dropped her
tools hastily, and started for the house.
Once inside, she peered out of the win-
dow at her strangely victorious foe.
Nellie stood looking in evident sur-
prise in the direction of her vanished
hostess. By and by she turned her at-
tention to the bright-colored flowers
before her.
Caroline's finger nails fairly dug in-
to the palms of her hands as she
watched the little girl bend over her
pet bed of geraniums. Lower and
lower stooped the sunny head, till the
lips rested in a gentle kiss right in the
scarlet heart of the biggest flower ;
then another, and another tender car-
ess was bestowed on the brilliant blos-
soms, until the watching woman felt
again that strange new fluttering that
nearly took her breath away. She
waited until Nellie, with slow and
lingering step passed through the gate,
then she went to her bedroom cup-
board, and taking down from the shelf
a large black bottle marked, "Nerve
Tonic," turned out a generous portion.
The next afternoon, as Caroline sat
sewing under the trees, she again
found herself confronted by her visitor
of the day before. Nellie advanced
confidently, with no apparent doubt as
to her welcome, and laid a tiny bunch
of wilted buttercups and daisies in the
unwilling hands of the disturbed
woman.
"Go away, little girl ! I don't- ■"
What a queer sensation the touch of
those small moist hands gave her I
She must be going to be sick — such a
little thing upset her so ! The but-
tercups and daisies dropped from her
nerveless fingers, and she began to
feel the same overmastering desire to
run away that had conquered her the
day before. The child looked wist-
fully into her face.
"I gived you some of my flowers,"
she began insinuatingly.
Caroline refused to take the hint.
Really, this was a most impossible
child.
Nellie edged a little nearer.
"P'raps you'll give me some of
yours," she suggested sweetly.
Caroline sprung to her feet.
"Run away, little girl! I — I don't
" she had hurried along the path
to the house, and now the door shut
behind her. Peeping cautiously
through the blinds, she saw Nellie
gather up the discarded posies one by
one, then stand long before the flaming
geraniums, patting each blossom ten-
derly with her pudgy little fingers.
The woman straightened herself
with a spasmodic jerk, dashed out of
the door, and catching up her scissors,
began snipping ruthlessly among her
treasured blossoms, until her hands
overflowed with riotous bloom.
"There, there, child — take 'em !"
said she, nervously, thrusting the gay
bunch into the eager outstretched fin-
gers. "Now run right away ; I
don't ."
"Oh ! thank you — thank you !" inter-
rupted a rapturous voice, "You may
kiss me, now," it added graciously.
With a slight gasp, Caroline pecked
gingerly at the upturned rosy lips, then
went straight to the cupboard and took
down the nerve tonic.
THE CONQUERING OF CAROLINE
23
The next day Caroline saw nothing
of Nellie. She told herself that it was
a great relief not to see the child run-
ning around, and she looked over to the
other house every few minutes just to
emphasize her satisfaction. Toward
night the doctor's gig stopped at the
gate across the way, and after Caroline
had watched the man of pills and
powders go into the house, she went
again to her cupboard and took down
the nerve tonic — somehow, she felt
a little queer.
During the week that followed, Car-
oline grew strangely restless. Her
flower beds were always well cared
for, but never had they received such
attention as now. The woman cast
many a glance across the street, but no
Nellie came to torment her weeding.
Whatever was the cause of the little
girl's absence, it evidently was not
serious, for a few days later she ap-
peared— a little thin and pale, perhaps,
but otherwise quite her old self.
Caroline fluttered around her flow-
ers the greater portion of that morn-
ing, and in the afternoon carried her
chair way down to the farther end of
the yard nearest the fence. She sud-
denly decided that that was the shad-
iest place, and concluded to sit there,
even if she could so plainly hear the
children's voices as they played
"housekeeping" just across the street.
Several days passed, and Caroline
was still left in undisputed possession
of her yard and her flower beds. Per-
haps Nellie had received instructions
from the tired little mother who had
not forgotten her neighbor's heresy on
the baby question. The child certainly
gave no indication of further disturb-
ing visits. But one day Caroline saw
her looking wistfully over at the bright
blossoms. Recklessly lopping off the
head of a gorgeous poppy near her, she
held it up enticingly. The little girl
hesitated, then came straight across
the road, and held out a longing hand.
"If you'll come in, I'll give you
some more," said Caroline in a voice
she hardly recognized as her own
And the child came.
It was not until September that the
tragedy occurred which made the little
town sick with horror. Mr. and Mrs.
Smith were driving down on the river
road where the Northern Express
came thundering up through the quiet
valley every afternoon. No one knew
how it happened, but they found the
poor quiet forms with the light of
life quite gone out, and the dead horse
and broken carriage to tell the tale.
When Caroline Blake heard the
dread tidings her face went deathly
white ; then a strange gleam came into
her eyes and she quickly crossed the
street and took Nellie into her arms.
"Come, dear, you are going to be
my little girl, now, and live with me/'
The child stopped sobbing, and
looked wonderingly into the trans-
formed face of the woman.
"And the twins?" she asked cau-
tiously.
"Yes," assented Caroline faintly.
"And baby?" demanded the small
maiden, insistently.
"Y-y-es," breathed Caroline again,
with a little gasp.
And the winter passed and the sum-
mer came. And it was noticed that
fantastically-shaped flower beds ran
riot all over the yard, and that the
Nottingham curtains were looped back
in graceful curves with gaily-colored
ribbons.
By John Singleton Copley
A Family Group
America's First Painters
By Rufus Rockwell Wilson
STUDY of the beginnings of our
native art is a task that amply
rewards endeavor, for, not-
withstanding the too prevalent.
lack of faith in our early painters and
sculptors, many admirable artists have
lived and flourished in America, men
of force, of feeling, and of talent often
falling little short of genius, whose
achievements cannot fail to command
interest, respect and admiration.
Recent investigations prosecuted by
members of the Massachusetts Histori-
cal Society make it clear that there
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were painters in America more than a
century before the Revolution, and
there is reason to believe that the curi-
ous portrait of Dr. John Cutler, now
the property of this Society, which rep-
resents that forgotten worthy contem-
plating a skull, was painted in Boston
prior to 1680. The same date is at-
tributed to a portrait of Increase
Mather, and the quaint portraits of the
Gibbs children are dated 1670. There
is no clue to the origin of the portrait
of John Winthrop, deposited in the
Harvard Memorial Hall at Cambridge,
From the painting by Smibert
Bishop Berkeley
but if it was drawn from life, in Bos-
ton, it is the oldest work of native art
in this part of the world, as Winthrop
died in 1649. There is record of an
artist named Joseph Allen, who sailed
from England for Boston in 1684, an^
that at least one other painter made
Boston his home before the opening of
the eighteenth century is shown by an
extract from Judge Sewall's Diary :
"November 10, 1706. This morning, Tom
Child, the painter, died.
"Tom Child has often painted Death
But never to the life before.
Doing it now, he's out of Breath,
He paints it once, and paints no more."
However, aside from this singular
epitaph, we have no record of the life
and work of Tom Child, who was,
doubtless, a well known character in
the snug little Boston of his time. We
know less of the painters who were his
contemporaries, and it is not until a
later period that we find ourselves on
sure ground. That painting should be
the last of the arts to take firm root
among us is easily explainable, for its
hard and narrow conditions at first
denied the painter, or "limner," as he
was called in the blunt speech of the
fathers, a place in pioneer life.
Peter Pelham, whose name heads
the roster of the pioneer painters of
New England, has left us no other
proof of his handiwork than likenesses
of some of the Puritan divines of his
Photograph by Herbert Randall
Bishop Berkeley and His Family
time. He settled in Boston in 1726,
and the earliest American work yet
traced to him is an engraved portrait
of Cotton Mather, dated 1727. The
portraits of Cotton and Richard
Mather, now in the library of the
American Antiquarian Society, at
Worcester, Massachusetts, are by his
hand, and he also numbered John
Moorhead and Mather Byles among
his sitters. Besides engraving his own
work, he reproduced in mezzo-tinto
some of the portraits painted by John
Smibert.
in May, 1748, Pelham married Mary
Singleton, widow of Richard Copley,
and received into his family her son,
the future artist, John Singleton Cop-
ley. The wife, who had kept a tobacco
shop during her widowhood, added her
contribution to the common fund bv
continuing it after her union with Pel-
ham. The records of Trinity church,
in Boston, where Pelham had long
worshipped, show that he was buried
December 14, 1751. His widow sur-
vived him nearly forty years, her de-
clining days cheered by the success of
her son Copley, whose talent as a
painter had brought him fame and
competence. Pelham's productions on
copper are executed in the deep mezzo-
tinto so prevalent in the early part of
the eighteenth century, and closely re-
semble the work of the well known
English scraper, John Smith. As a
painter in oils he had small merit. He
was a man capable of giving a likeness-
and little more.
The same is in a measure true of
John Smibert, who came to America in
1720, in the train of Bishop Berkeley,.
AMERICA'S FIRST PAINTERS
29
who had conceived the idea
of converting the Indians
to Christianity by means of
a college to be erected in
the Bermuda Islands. Sir
Robert Walpole, then chief
minister, opposed the en-
terprise, but Berkeley per-
suaded the British govern-
ment to promise a grant of
£20,000 in support of his
plans, and, full of enthusi-
asm and courage, he sailed
from Gravesend in Septem-
ber, 1728, expecting to
found the college and as-
sume its presidency. He
reached Newport, Rhode
Island, late in January,
1729, where he bought a
farm, erected upon it a
small house, engaged in
correspondence and study,
composed a philosophical
treatise, preached occasion-
ally, and longed in vain
expected endowment. Finally, wea-
ried by long delays and reluctantly
convinced that Walpole had no in-
tention of giving him the promised
support, Berkeley gave up his resi-
dence in Newport and set sail for
home, embarking at Boston in Septem-
ber, 1 73 1, just three years after his
departure from England.
Smibert, who was to have been pro-
fessor of fine arts in Berkeley's pro-
jected college, was born in Edinburgh
in 1684. The son of a well-to-do
tradesman, tradition has it that he was
destined by his pious-minded father
for the ministry, but early evinced so
strong a taste for drawing that he was
allowed to follow the profession of an
artist. Smibert studied his art in Lon-
Photo graph by Baldwin Looiidge train the portrait oy Smibert
Mrs. McSparran
for the don and then passed some years in
Italy. Returning to England he be-
came a portrait painter in London and,
in 1729, as before stated, he came to
America with Bishop Berkeley. He
painted for some months in Newport,
and when the Bermuda enterprise was
abandoned settled in Boston. When
Berkeley was made Bishop of Cloyne
in 1734 he asked Smibert to join him
in Ireland, but the painter, who in the
meantime had won the heart and hand
of Mary Williams, a rich American
widow, declined his patron's invitation
and lived in Boston, prosperous and
contented, until his death in 1751.
Smibert's most important American
work is the painting of Berkeley and
his family, executed in Boston in the
autumn of 1731, and presented to Yale
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College in 1808. Besides the Berkeley
group, there are said to be more than
thirty Smiberts, about half of them
well authenticated, scattered about
New England and the Middle States.
The portrait of Judge Edmund Quincy
in the Boston Museum of Fine Arts
and that of John Lowell in Harvard
Memorial Hall are characteristic ex-
amples of Smibert's art. As paintings,
pure and simple, they have small value.
Executed with a dry brush and in
severely formal style, they are cold,
stiff and hard, but they are, undoubt-
edly, good literal likenesses of their
subjects.
When Smibert landed in America,
another Scotch painter, John Watson,
had been plying his brush for nearly
fifteen years in the Province of New
Jersey. Watson, of whose early life
we have no record, except that he was
born in 1685, came to the colonies in
171 5, and settled at Perth Amboy,
which then promised to become a
thriving commercial centre. There he,
in due time, built a home and lived and
painted until the ripe age of eighty-
three. "I remember well," writes
William Dunlap, himself a native of
Perth Amboy, "the child's wonder that
was caused in my early life by the
appearance of the house this artist once
owned, for he was then dead, and the
tales that were told of the limner in
answer to the questions asked. His
dwelling house had been pulled down,
but a smaller building which adjoined
it, and which had been his painting and
picture house, remained, and attracted
attention by the heads of sages, heroes,
and kings. The window shutters were
divided into squares, and each square
presented the head of a man or woman
in antique costume, the men with
beards and helmets, or crowns. In
answer to my questions I was told that
the painter had been considered a
miser and usurer — words of dire por-
tent— probably meaning that he was
a prudent, perhaps a wise man, who
lived plainly and lent the excess of his
revenue to those who wanted it and
could give good security for principal
and interest." In other words, the
Perth Amboy limner seems to have
been endowed with the proverbial
thrift of his race. None of Watson's
portraits in oil has come down to us,
but there still exist a number of minia-
ture sketches in India ink made by him
and including a series of drawings of
himself at different ages, which evince
considerable skill in draughtsmanship.
When Smibert and Watson came to
America, another foreign-born painter
had for several years been plying his
art in Philadelphia. This was Gus-
tavus Hesselius, a native of Sweden,
born in 1682, who arrived in the
colonies in 171 1. After residing for
several years in Philadelphia and Wil-
mington, Hesselius removed to Queen
Anne's Parish, Maryland, and for its
parish church of St. Barnabas painted,
in 172 1, an elaborate altar-piece of the
"Last Supper," which long since dis-
appeared, but which was, past ques-
tion, the first work of art for a public
building executed in America. In 1735
Hesselius returned to Philadelphia,
where he lived and painted until his
death in 1782. Some of his authenti-
cated portraits now find a fitting home
in the Historical Society of Pennsyl-
vania. Refined in color and in treat-
ment skilful, they show that he was a
painter of no mean ability for his time,
and easily the superior of either
Smibert or Watson.
Photograph by Baldivin Coolidge
Col. Jonathan Warner
Jonathan B. Blackburn was a better
painter than Smibert, Watson or per-
haps Hesselius. There is reason to
believe that he was born in Connecticut
about 1700, and if this assumption is
correct, he was the first native Amer-
ican painter of real ability. Blackburn
settled in Boston about the time that
Pelham and Smibert died, and re-
mained there some fifteen years.
When Copley's work began to receive
more attention than his own, Black-
burn removed from the town, but left
upwards of fifty portraits behind him.
These are now in various public
collections and in private hands.
Blackburn's finely modeled portrait
of Colonel Jonathan Warner in
the Boston Museum of Fine Arts
shows this painter at his best. Quiet
in tone and thinly painted in neutral
colors, it has about it an unmistakable
air of distinction. The pose is proud
and assured, the costume handsome,
the expression masterful. Copleys
hang beside it on the wall and they
look as if they had been painted by the
same hand. Nothing is known of
Blackburn's career after his departure
from Boston in 1765.
The lives of two of Blackburn's con-
temporaries, John Greenwood and
Robert Feke, with whom he must often
have touched elbows, are also shrouded
in obscurity. Greenwood's name ap-
pears as one of the appraisers of
from the painting by Benjamin West
The Witch of Endor
Smibert's estate, — the latter left prop-
erty valued at £1,387, a snug fortune
for his time, — and a portrait of Rev.
Thomas Prince, painted by him, was
engraved by Pelham in 1750. He is
believed to have been the son of
Samuel Greenwood, a Boston mer-
chant, and to have been born in that
city in 1727, to have left America be-
fore the Revolution, and, after a short
stay in India, to have settled in Lon-
don as an auctioneer, dying at Mar-
gate in 1792. All this, however, is con-
jectural and none of Greenwood's por-
traits are now believed to be in
existence.
Robert Feke is thought to have been
born of Quaker parents at Oyster Bay,
Long Island, in 1724. He left home
when young, and is said to have
learned to paint in Spain, whither he
had been taken as a prisoner. With
the proceeds of the rude paintings he
had made in prison, he returned home
and became a portrait painter, working
in turn in Newport, New York, and
Philadelphia. His first pictures bear
date 1746. He died in the Bermuda
Islands, where he had gone for his
health, about 1769. Feke's portraits
are in the Bowdoin College collection
and in that of the Rhode Island His-
torical Society at Providence. He was
a man of undoubted talent ; and his
quaint, yet charming, portrait of Lady
Wanton, wife of the last royal gov-
ernor of Rhode Island, now in the
Redwood Library at Newport is a fine
example of what he might have accom-
plished in his art, had his life been
more favorably ordered.
While Blackburn, Greenwood and
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Feke were painting in New England
and Watson in New Jersey, in the
colony of Pennsylvania two other men,
John Valentine Haidt and Benjamin
West, the former among the Morav-
ians and the latter among the Quakers,
were playing a not unworthy part in
the creation of American art. Haidt
was born in Dantzic in 1700, and lived
in Berlin where his father was court
jeweler. He was carefully educated
and later studied painting in Venice,
Rome, Paris and London. At the age
of forty, after a somewhat turbulent
youth and early manhood, he joined
the Moravians and devoted himself to
painting portraits of their clergy and
pictures dealing mostly with sacred
subjects. He came to America in 1740,
was ordained a deacon of the Moravian
church, and preached through the
middle colonies as an evangelist, at the
same time continuing to paint. His
last years were spent in Bethlehem
where, in 1770, "he gave his soul to
God."
A gallery of Haidt's portraits and
several of his other pictures are still
preserved at Bethlehem. These are
painted in the dry, formal manner of
the German painters of his time, but
they show considerable feeling for
color and borrow charm from the
quaint and picturesque dress of their
subjects, white caps and collars for the
women, loosely flowing robes for the
men ; and an hour spent in their study
aids not a little in reconstructing one
of the least, known but most admirable
chapters in the history of the middle
colonies.
The name of Benjamin West is one
held in honored remembrance by
every lover of art. Born at Spring-
field, now Swarthmore, Pennsylvania,
on October 10, 1738, West was a de-
scendant on his mother's side of
Thomas Pierson, a trusted friend of
William Perm, and both his parents
were sincere and self-respecting
Quakers. Before he was six years old
West never saw a picture or an en-
graving, but his placid life absorbed
the beauty of nature, and the first
expression of his talent was in the
picture of a sleeping child drawn at
this age. West's first instruction in
art was given him by William Wil-
liams, a sign painter in Philadelphia
who occasionally executed portraits,
and his first attempt at portraiture was
in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, where he
painted "The Death of Socrates" for
William Henry, a gunsmith. He was
not yet sixteen years of age, but other
paintings followed which possessed so
much genuine merit that they have
been preserved as treasures. In 1756,
when he was eighteen years old, he
established himself as a portrait-
painter in Philadelphia, his price being
"five guineas a head." Two years later
he went to New York, where he passed
eleven months and painted many por-
traits, after which he decided to visit
Europe in order to improve himself in
his art.
West arrived in Italy in July, 1760,
and spent about three years in study,
divided between Rome, Florence and
Parma, "very profitable and enjoyable
years," he called them. From Parma
he proceeded to Genoa and thence to
Turin, later visiting in turn Leghorn,
Venice and Lucca. The art treasures
of France next claimed his attention
for a brief period, and finally in
August, 1763, he reached London. It
was then his purpose, after a few
months spent in England, to return to
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From the painting by Benjamin West
QUEEN CHARLOTTE AND HER THIRTEEN CHILDREN
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AMERICA'S FIRST PAINTERS
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America but this plan was destined
never to be fulfilled. A portrait and
picture painted for the exhibition of
1764, brought him numerous patrons
and induced his permanent settlement
in London.
As West settled down to the new
life, mingling the delights of his art
with the pleasures of society, his
thoughts went out to the sweetheart he
had left behind
him in the New
World, Eliza-
beth Shewell, an
orphan girl, re-
siding with her
brother in Phil-
adelphia. This '0 ^g»
brother, an am-
bitious man,
urged her to
marry a wealthy |||
suitor, but she
refused, having
already pledged
her vows to
West. There-
after a close
watch was kept
upon the girl
and orders giv-
en to the ser-
vants to refuse
admittance to West if he ever came
to the door. For five years Eliza-
beth waited ; then, assisted by friends
watching within and without, she
descended a rope ladder from the win-
dow of her room, was hurried into a
waiting carriage and driven rapidly to
a wharf where a ship was ready to sail
for England. The father of West re-
ceived her, cared for her during the
voyage, and delivered her to the eager
lover who came aboard the ship at
m
From a portrait by Lawrence
Benjamin West
Liverpool. Upon their arrival in Lon-
don they went at once to the church of
St. Martins-in-the-Field, and were
married. Mrs. West soon became
known in London as "the beautiful
American." Her letters, still in the
possession of the family, breathe only
of the kindness of all she met. West
sent a portrait of his wife as a peace
offering to her brother, who never
looked at it, but
had it stored
away in the gar-
ret of his house.
One of his
grandchild ren
remembers hav-
^<gS i-f m§" beaten with
a switch the
portrait of
his " naughty
aunty," who
[ll» smiled upon the
% ". ,, children playing
jtl W| :'c in the attic
where she had
gone to weep, a
lovelorn maid, — ■
smiled upon
them from her
calm estate of
wedded bliss in
England.
West's long career in England, — he
died in 1820, and sleeps in St. Paul's
Cathedral, London, — gave him fame as
an historical painter that made him
President of the Royal Academy. But
it is in his portraits that he is seen at
his best. Here he sometimes chal-
lenges comparison with the ablest
painters of his time and his portrait of
Robert Fulton, now in the possession
of one of the latter's descendants, is,
both in conception and execution, a
From the painting by Benjamin West
Peter Denying Christ
wholly admirable work,
moving and full of charm
dignified,
Praise not
less hearty can be given to the family
group painted by West soon after the
birth of his first child, in which the
beautiful young mother with tender
solicitude shows her baby to the visit-
ing grandfather and uncle, while the
artist, brush and palette in hand,
proudly surveys the scene from behind
his father's chair. The grouping is
natural and unconstrained, while the
white robes of the mother and child
38
afford a pleasing contrast to the sober
gray in which the male figures are
garbed, and lend effectiveness to a deli-
cate and harmonious color scheme.
Feeling and sincerity are apparent in
every brush stroke of this charming
composition, which shows where, had
he followed it, lay the painter's true
forte and his strongest claims to great-
ness.
Despite his long residence in Lon-
don, West's love for America never
waned, and his fellow countrymen,
AMERICA'S FIRST PAINTERS
39
when they sought him out in
London, always found him a
wise counselor and an unfalter-
ing friend. The elder and the
younger Peale, Fulton, Trum-
bull, Stuart, Allston, Sully and
White were his pupils, and
nearly all of the American
painters of his time were his
debtors in more ways than one.
One of West's first American
pupils was Matthew Pratt, a
gifted painter, who even in his
lifetime seems to have fallen
into unmerited neglect. Pratt,
who was West's senior by four
years, was the son of a Phila-
delphia goldsmith. Born Sep-
tember 23, 1734, Pratt early
showed an inclination for draw-
ing and at the age of fifteen
was apprenticed to his uncle
James Claypoole, "limner and painter
in general," from whom, to use his
own words, he "learned all branches
of the painting business, particularly
portrait-painting, which was my favor-
ite study from ten years of age."
In 1764, four years after his mar-
riage, Pratt went to London to study
under West. His aunt had married
the uncle of Elizabeth Shewell, West's
future wife, and his voyage to London
was made in company with that lady
and the elder West. When the mar-
riage ceremony of the reunited lovers
was performed at St. Martins-in-the-
Field, Pratt attended and gave away
the bride. For two years and a half
he lived with the Wests and was the
husband's first pupil. While studying
under West, Pratt painted his first
figure composition, "The American
School," which was exhibited in Lon-
don in 1766, at the seventh exhibition
Matthew Pratt's Portrait of Himsllf
of the old Spring Gardens. This
picture remained in the possession of
Pratt's descendants until 1896; when it
was acquired by Samuel P. Avery;
who has placed it in the Metropolitan
Museum of Art. It represents West's
studio, with the artist instructing his
pupils. The composition is good, the
execution excellent and the color
scheme pleasing and skillfully handled.
As a whole and remembering* the fact
that it was painted by an American
who had had less than a year's study
in London, it is a remarkable work.
In the spring of 1768, Pratt returned
to Philadelphia and, resuming his pro-
fessional career, made that city his
home until his death in 1805. Scores
of Pratt's portraits are scattered
through the Middle States, and many
canvases cherished by their owners as
the work of Copley came, in all prob-
ability, from the easel of Pratt. His
The American School
portraits show knowledge of character
and the ability to portray it, a refined
feeling for color and a knowledge of
values surprising in a painter of his
period. His posing was often artificial,
but that was in keeping with the taste
and custom of his time, while his
modeling was delicate, yet clear, and
his drawing always careful and cor-
rect. At his best he was the equal and
in some respects the superior of West
and Copley.*
John Smibert's American wife bore
him four sons. The youngest of these,
Nathaniel, showed great talent in por-
traiture and "had his life been spared,"
writes one who knew him, "he would
have been in his day the honor of
America in imitative art." Smibert's
* The author begs to acknowledge his obligation
to Mr. Charles Henry Hart for interesting details
of the career of Matthew Pratt.
40
portrait of Dorothy Wendell, now
owned by Dr. Josiah L. Hale, of Bos-
ton, in a measure confirms this pre-
diction, but he died in 1756 at the early
age of twenty-two, and his place was
taken by John Singleton Copley, whose
name concludes the list of the colonial
painters. Copley was born in Boston
in 1737, the son of Richard Copley and
Mary Singleton. His father came to
America from Ireland in 1736, and
died in the West Indies, where he had
gone for his health, about the time of
the birth of his son. Eleven years later
the widow married Peter Pelham, by
whom she had one son. Copley began
to draw when a child, but his studies
were attended with every disadvantage.
From his association with his step-
father, Pelham, and the latter's friend,
the elder Smibert, he must have gained
a tolerable knowledge of the painter's
AMERICA'S FIRST PAINTERS
tools, and it is also possible that later
he obtained some useful hints from
Blackburn, but, according to his own
account of his artistic career, he re-
ceived no regular instruction and never
saw a good picture until after he left
America at the age of thirty-seven.
He had neither teacher nor model, and
the very colors on his palette, as well
step-father, Pelham, had died three
years before, leaving his widow to the
care of her sons ; and how tenderly
Copley discharged his share of the
trust imposed in him is shown by pas-
sages in his letters, in which he men-
tions his reluctance to leave his mother
as an objection to his going to Europe,
and again in his unwearied care for her
•-'. ,.■...■;
^^fc^Ma-.' JBflj
John Singleton Copley's Portrait of Himself
as the brush he handled, are said to
have been of his own making.
However, nature had not only en-
dowed Copley with persevering indus-
try, but with rare feeling for the beau-
ty and charm of color, and he made
such steady progress that at the age
of seventeen, — some of his pictures
bear date 1753,— we find him regular-
ly established as a portrait painter. His
comfort when circumstances finally in-
duced him to leave America. In 1766,
when Copley was twenty-nine years
old, he sent to Benjamin West in
London, but without name or address,
a portrait of his half-brother, Henry
Pelham, known as "The Boy and the
Flying Squirrel," requesting that it be
placed in the exhibition rooms of the
Society of Incorporated Artists. West,
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AMERICA'S FIRST PAINTERS
delighted with the portrait, conjectured
from the squirrel and the wood upon
which the canvas was stretched, that
it was the work of an American, and,
although it was contrary to the rules of
the Society to place an unsigned
picture on its walls, secured its admis-
sion to the next exhibition of that
body. .
In 1777 Copley visited New York
and painted in that city for some
months. Before that, however, his
fame as a painter had become general,
and for years people had come from all
parts of New England to have their
portraits painted by him. A calm,
deliberate and methodical workman, he
never hurried and never neglected any
part of his task. "He painted," as Gil-
bert Stuart said in after years, "the
whole man." But if Copley was slow,
he was industrious, for three hundred
portraits were painted by him between
1754 and 1774, most of which are in
or near Boston to-day ; and, although
his prices were modest, by 1769, when
he married Susannah Farnum Clarke,
daughter of Richard Clarke — a leading
Boston merchant, famous in after
years as the consignee of the cargoes
of tea which provoked the historic "tea
party" — and a woman remarkable alike
for her beauty and her worth, he was
in comfortable circumstances. Colonel
John Trumbull, who visited Copley two
years after his marriage, described him
as "living in a beautiful house on a
fine, open common ; attired in a crim-
son velvet suit, laced with gold, and
having everything about him in very
handsome style."
In T774 Copley carried out a long
cherished but oft postponed desire to
visit Europe. The outbreak of the
Revolution intervened to prevent his
return to America, and, being joined
by his family, he took up his residence
in London, where he lived and painted
with honor and profit until his death
in 181 5. His widow, surviving him
twenty-one years, lived to see their
son in the flush of the career that made
him Lord Chancellor and a member of
the English peerage.
It was Copley's own belief that his
best work as a painter was done in
America, and in this opinion the
thoughtful student of his portraits now
in the Boston Museum of Fine Arts
and in the Harvard Memorial Hall
cannot fail to concur. They are never
commonplace and the handling is
always unmistakable. Self taught,
Copley's merits and faults are his own.
Superior as a colorist to a majority of
his contemporaries, he delighted in the
brilliant and massive uniforms, the
brocades and embroidered velvets, the
rich laces and scarves of his day, and
painted them, and the masterful men
and stately women which they
garbed, with sure and loving hand.
He modeled a head with as much care
as did Clouet, and he was especially
felicitous in catching the expression of
the eye, while his skill in rendering the
individuality and character of the hand
has seldom been excelled. "Prick that
hand," said Gilbert Stuart of the hand
in one of Copley's portraits, "and blood
will spurt out."
Copley's faults as a painter are an
occasional tendency to dryness,* to
hardness of outline and to stiffness in
his figures. However, distinction is
never lacking in his work and in his
best portraits, like those of Hancock
and Adams in the Boston Museum of
Fine Arts, of the Boylston family in
Harvard Memorial Hall and of Ladv
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THE PILOT
Wentworth in the Lenox Library,
New York, the faults I have mentioned
are hardly apparent. Indeed, the truth.,
simplicity, repose and refinement of the
portraits named would have done
credit to any painter of any time, and,
painted as they were by a young man
who never had a teacher, and who saw
few, if any, good pictures save his own
until he was forty years of age, they
are bound to remain the marvels of our
pioneer art.
Copley was essentially a portrait
painter and his historical and religious
pictures — an admirable example of his
work in this field, "Charles I. Demand-
ing the Surrender of the Impeached
Members at the Bar of the House of
Commons," hangs in the Boston Pub-
lic Library — though showing no
mean ability, are wanting in im-
agination, and, at their best, are little
more than groups of carefully executed
portraits. Still, considered solely as
a portrait painter, Copley's fame is
secure. No painter, not even Holbein
or Velasquez, ever lived in closer sym-
pathy with the spirit of his time than
did he.
Thus closes the record of the
colonial painters, a study of whose
efforts teaches anew the familiar lesson
that the day of small things is ever
worthy of respect. In the face of sore
discouragements but with faith and
enthusiasm, they did their work and
builded better than they knew, for no
human effort, however modest, is
wasted and these pioneers, humbly and
often blindly, hewed the way for an
art that is to become the glory and the
wonder of the world.
The Pilot
By Mary Hall Leonard
ANIGHT of storm ! Both Faith and Hope were failing
And even Love grew pallid with affright.
Then calm Obedience rose with brow unquailing,
And guided safely till the morninj
light.
The Lesser Tragedy
Bv Grant Richardson
"H
OW many this morning,
Connors?" asked Lieu-
tenant Sterrett, the offi-
cer in charge of the New
York Recruiting Station, throwing
his great coat over the back of a
chair.
"Not one, Lieutenant," answered
the old sergeant from his desk at
which he was patiently filling out with
his pen duplicates and triplicates of
army reports.
"That's bad," said the lieutenant. "I
wanted to get the men started to-night.
We haven't had much luck so far.
Those we have are not an extra good
lot. There isn't the making of a de-
cent non-com' among them."
"That's true, sir, the place to pick up
good 'rookies' is in the country. New
York gives us the worst it has. If I
had my way I'd go over to Ireland and
pick out a regiment or two in me own
county. That's where they raise good
sojers, sir."
The lieutenant laughed, and turned
to the window that faced the Battery.
He musingly watched the distant mov-
ing shipping on river and bay, tapping
on the window pane with his fingers.
The door opened and he turned to see
a man standing within. The man was
young, and had a tall athletic figure,
clad in what had once been fashionable
and expensive garments. His pale
face was handsome and intellectual, in
spite of the marks of dissipation that
marred it, and there was pride and
good breeding in his bearing; but his
eyes were blood-shot, his hand trem-
bled and he was greatly in need of
sleep, food and a bath.
"I should like to enlist," he said.
"Step up here," said the sergeant
gruffly, picking up a paper. "What's
your name?"
"John Roakes," answered the man.
"Where have I seen that chap?"
thought Lieutenant Sterrett. "Some-
where I'm sure. At a club or a dance?
I've met him in New York, and his
name is not Roakes. But no matter,
poor devil, he is or once was a gentle-
man."
"What did you say your name is?"
he asked suddenly, turning to the ap-
plicant.
"John Roakes," answered the man.
"H-m," said the lieutenant doubt-
fully. "I thought perhaps it might be
something else."
The applicant looked at the lieuten-
ant for a moment without replying.
Then he said distinctly, with a force
that carried conviction and yet without
insolence :
"I said it was John Roakes."
"O, very well, John Roakes it is
then." replied Sterrett indifferently,
returning to the view of the river.
John Roakes was measured,
weighed, punched and sounded, and
every mark on his body was registered
bv the sergeant. He answered ques-
tions more or less truthfully, took the
oath to defend his country, and passed
45
46
THE LESSER TRAGEDY
from the world into the army. That
night, together with a dozen or more
''rookies," he took a train under the
guidance of a grizzled old corporal,
and duly arrived at Fort Rincon, on
the plains at the foot of the San Jacin-
to mountains, the most God-forgotten
army post in America.
Private Roakes was no sooner in
Fort Rincon and into the uniform of
Uncle Sam, when he managed to get
some smuggled whiskey. Well, he
went to the guard house and, as soon
as he was sober, to Captain Compton.
He looked very well in his uniform,
did Private Roakes, but he' was not yet
a soldier. His tunic was not buttoned
at the neck, and was wrinkled from
having been slept in. As he entered
the captain's presence he carried him-
self defiantly.
"Now see here, Roakes," said Cap-
tain Compton slowly and dispassion-
ately, "I am going to have a little talk
with you. I don't know who you are,
but I do know that you are a gentle-
man. No, you must not interrupt me.
You are a private soldier of the United
States now, and I am your captain. It
is my privilege to talk to you as I see
fit. I have had men of your stamp in
my company before this. You are a
man of education, and have probably
had more money than was good for
you. This is going to be the only real
discipline and restraint you have ever
known. I am thoroughly sorry for
you, and regret the cause of your be-
ing in the army as a private, whatever
it was. but you are not the first, and
will not be the last. A soldier must
fight, not one thing but many. You
know the thing that you must fight.
You can be a good soldier or a bad
one. T do not believe it is in vour
blood to be a bad one. So far as I may
I will help you, but our relative posi-
tions are not what they might have
been under other circumstances. I
wish you to be a good soldier for your
own sake, as well as for the sake of
Company C, the regiment and the ser-
vice. I am sure you understand me.
If you are in trouble at any time I
wish you would come to me."
The captain paused, and the two
men looked each other fairly in the
eyes. The private understood and,
seeing that the interview was at an
end, he bowed and withdrew.
"By the way, Whipple," Captain
Compton said to his first lieutenant one
day, "how is that man Roakes getting
on?"
"I never saw his like," answered
Lieutenant Wnipple. "He is a born
soldier. Picked up his work as if he
had learned it at West Point. He i£
cheerful, a hard worker, reserved and
gentlemanly, and a great favorite with
the men. He does not go near the
canteen, and shares everything he has
with the men in his quarters. That
chap has seen better days."
"I wish you would send him up to
me at the first opportunity."
"Very well, I will do so."
When Roakes presented himself in
officers' row he was as smart a soldier
as there was in the army. Plenty *of
work and a wholesome diet had wiped
the flush and the marks of drink from
his face. He unconsciously bore him-
self like a gentleman, and his uniform
fitted his fine athletic figure like a
glove. As he went smartly up the walk
to Captain Compton's quarters, Major
Ransom, who was smoking a cigar on
his veranda, looked after him and
thought : "That chap has played foot-
THE LESSER TRAGEDY
47
ball and danced cotillions, or I'm a
sailor."
Presenting himself to his captain,
Private Roakes saluted and stood at
attention.
"Roakes, I want a 'striker,' and
should be glad if you would come up
here," said the captain. "The fellow I
have is stupid and untidy. There are
plenty of books here that you may use,
and the duties are not severe."
For an instant Roakes felt the full
sting of the degradation of the position
offered him, and he unconsciously
drew himself up with hauteur, but the
mood passed.
"As you wish, sir," he answered.
"Very well," said the captain. He
called a soldier from the next room.
"Murphy, you may instruct Private
Roakes in the duties you have been
performing for me and afterwards re-
port to your sergeant."
"You're lucky," said Murphy,
when the two soldiers had retired from
the room. "The cap'n is the easiest
officer in the service. There's nothing
at all to do. It's all a bluff. All you
got to do is to sit here, and once in a
while carry a note to one of the offi-
cers' houses or up to the office. He
won't let you do a thing for him, and
he dines at the officers' club. All you
got to do is to keep his room and the
things in it tidy. I'm a pretty poor
chambermaid myself."
So Roakes became "striker" to his
captain.
He was sitting within call one after-
noon, looking out of the window at
Lieutenant Slocum's wife and the
Misses Brierly, who were playing cro-
quet in the next yard. Suddenly he
threw back his head in a bitter, noise-
less laugh.
"God," he thought, "who could have
predicted that I would come to this?
What a fool is folly ! I cannot stand it
much longer, then down I tumble
again. I have fought it and fought it
well. There it is on the buffet, mine
whenever I stretch out my hand for it.
Ah, how I love it ! Better than I loved
her, God bless her, and I loved her
well. God help to keep me strong for
her sake. What a giant is the flesh ;
full of pride and the lust of living.
Why cannot I forget it? Every day
have I seen it there, golden brown in
its shining decanter. Every day have
I had it in my hands and put it from
me, and every day has it grown more
difficult to do so." Private Roakes
shook with a great sob that seemed as
if it would tear his heart out.
"What is it, Roakes?" Captain
Compton stood in the doorway.
Roakes sprang to his feet. "I beg
your pardon, sir, nothing," he an-
swered.
"I ask you what is it, Roakes?" the
captain repeated.
Officer and private looked into each
other's eyes as squarely as men ever
looked.
"It's the drink," cried Roakes,
hoarsely. "I cannot help it. I would
rather fight a regiment of devils than
fight it again," he said, trembling. For
a moment Captain Compton hesitated.
Then he turned to the private, his in-
decision gone.
"Roakes, I am going out and will
not be back to-night," he said. "You
will remain here until I return. You
are at liberty to use anything I have,
but you must give me your word that
you will not leave my quarters without
my permission. "
Roakes nodded, standing fast, star-
48
THE LESSER TRAGEDY
ing before him like one demented. He
heard the captain close the door, cross
the veranda and, as the echo of the last
footsteps died away on the walk,
turned and looked at the buffet on
which stood a row of decanters full of
the drink he craved.
As the captain walked to Major
Ransom's house he thought, " Perhaps
I have been a fool after all. But I be-
lieve in blood and I think he has it in
him."
Private Roakes moved eagerly, with
outstretched, quivering hands, to the
buffet. His face was as white as his
collar, and his eyes gleamed and
glared. His trembling hand reached
out and grasped the vessel that held
his ruin. He shook it between his eyes
and the light, watching the fires in it.
Pouring the liquor into a tumbler, so
fast that it choked and gurgled in the
neck of the decanter, he shook it with
impatience, as a child might, to make
it run faster. Only when the tumbler
was full to the brim did he set the de-
canter down. Then he raised the glass
slowly to his lips.
"No !" he shouted, and threw the
brimming tumbler into a corner. Stag-
gering to a chair he buried his face in
his hands and cried like a frightened
child.
"I have won ! I have won !" he cried
over and over again.
Darkness came on ; the hours slipped
into midnight and so into the dawn,
and still Roakes sat immovable. "If
she were only here," he moaned. "She
is all out of the past that I want back,
and I drove her from me. Ah, dear
heart, how I love you now, and ever
have. And now I know that you loved
me, dear wife of mine. God forgive
me ! God forgive me ! But I have
fought the fight, and now I want you
back, my wife."
He did not hear the guard passing
around the house trying the doors, nor
did he hear the entrance of Captain
Compton, who now stood in the door-
way, framed in the glaring sunshine of
the morning.
"Roakes! Roakes!"
"Here, sir." Roakes sprank to his
feet. His face was pale with his vigil,
but his eyes were clear and frank, hon-
est and joyous.
"O, I thought you were asleep,"
muttered the captain, retreating to his
room. His quick eye had seen the
broken glass in the corner and the
splash on the wall. Out of the cap-
tain's room came a happy, tuneless
whistle. In a moment he returned to
where Roakes stood.
"Your hand, Roakes," he said.
For a moment the eyes of these two
met again as they clasped hands, each
valuing the other as man to man.
It was not long after this that the
private became Corporal, and then Ser-
geant Roakes. Captain Compton urged
him to study for a commission, but
Roakes demurred.
"Thank you, Captain, but I would
rather not. I have very good reasons
for not wishing to do so."
"Very well, Sergeant," the captain
said, "but you could pass easily, I am
sure. You have already mastered all
the technical books I have, and the rest
is easy. I believe that I could asssure
you a welcome out of the ranks. But
perhaps you know better than I."
Lieutenant Sterrett had been re-
lieved of recruiting and other detached
duties, and had in the meantime re-
joined his company at Fort Rincon.
One day, as he and Lieutenant Whip-
THE LESSER TRAGEDY
49
pie were crossing the parade, Sergeant
Roakes passed them.
"By Jove," said Sterrett, "that looks
like a man I enlisted in New York un-
der the name of Roakes."
"Yes," replied Whipple, "that is
Roakes, and he is the best man you
ever took into the service. I should be
glad if he'd try for a commission. He's
worth it, every inch of him, but he
steadily refuses to do so for some rea-
son or other."
"And I know why," said Sterrett.
"Come to my quarters and I'll tell you
all about it. It's not a bad story, if it
isn't exactly new."
"Now in the first place," Sterrett
said, after they had made themselves
comfortable, "his name is not Roakes,
it is Howard. Do you remember the
mysterious disappearance from New
York of Jack Howard about a year
ago ? It was the sensation of the day.
All sorts of stories gained publicity;
that he had committed suicide ; that he
had gone to Australia; that he had
been murdered, and all that sort of
thing."
"No," Whipple replied with a sigh.
"Nothing ever penetrates the confines
of Rincon except family letters and
general orders."
"Well, you see," continued Sterrett,
"this chap Howard was no end of a
swell. Belonged to two of the oldest
families in New York. His mother
was a Courtney, sister to Lawrence
Courtney. Young Howard was pretty
wild. He was expelled from college
for an outrage committed by some
other men. He refused to 'peach' on
them and they would not come for-
ward and exculpate him. This made
him more reckless than ever. His
father was dreadfully cut up over his
expulsion from the university, of
which he himself was an honored
alumnus and a trustee, and after refus-
ing to listen to any explanation, packed
the young man off to travel for a year.
"In Egypt he met a beautiful Balti-
more girl traveling with her father.
That winter there was a sumptuous
wedding in Baltimore with special
trains full of society folk from New
York. The Howards went away on
the father's yacht to be gone a year,
but were back in six months on a liner.
The gossips said that Jack drank and
neglected his wife.
"They settled down to life in New
York and were great favorites. Mrs.
Howard was admired for her beauty,
her wit and her tact. Jack became the
best known man about town. He be-
longed to the clubs, his horses won
blue ribbons, his yacht cups, but —
there can be no doubt that he neglected
his wife, although unquestionably it
had been a love match.
"One day his father died, leaving
Jack a very tidy fortune, but the bulk
of the estate went to the two girls, the
mother being dead. After a decent
period of mourning, Jack Howard,
who had never forgotten his father's
injustice, went back to his former hab-
its, and figured in many an escapade,
Then Mrs. Howard left New York and
after a while it was announced that she
had taken her maiden name. I knew
what it was at one time, but it has es-
caped my memory. But, no matter.
"After that he went down hill fast.
He settled a large share of his remain-
ing fortune on his divorced wife, how-
ever. One day the papers announced
him bankrupt ; but he paid every dollar
he owed and was left without a penny.
His sisters offered him a small income
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THE LESSER TRAGEDY
which he refused. Then came his
disappearance..
"One morning a man walked into
the New York recruiting station and
asked to be enlisted. The moment I
looked at him I was convinced he was
giving a false name and that I had seen
him before, — where I did not know.
That night I started him out here, and
the next morning the newspapers were
full of the accounts of the disappear-
ance of Jack Howard, the society man
whose extravagances had ruined him.
There were portraits of Howard in
the newspapers, and then I knew that
Roakes was Howard, and that I had
met him at a dinner one night at the
Army and Navy Club, and had been
charmed by his wit and good fellow-
ship. Of course I kept the matter of
his enlistment to myself and we three,
Roakes, and you and I, are the only
persons who know what became of
Jack Howard."
As Sterrett leaned back in his chair
and resumed his pipe and glass after
his story, Whipple sighed and said :
"And the secret shall remain with
us, and he shall never know that he is
other to us than Roakes."
"Done," said Sterrett.
Shortly after Sterrett's return to
duty at the post, Captain Compton
stopped Roakes and said :
"Roakes, I am going away on leave
in a few clays ; in short T am to be mar-
ried. I am to have the new quarters
at the end of the Sheridan road, and
am having a lot of new furniture sent
out from Chicago. I have asked the
commandant that you be detailed to re-
ceive my things and prepare the house
against my return. Employ such men
and women as you need to do the work,
but I am particularly anxious to avail
myself of your good taste in seeing
that the house is made ship-shape, so
that Mrs. Compton may not come to
a disordered home."
"It will be a great pleasure, sir,"
said Roakes. "May I ask how long
you will be absent?"
"My leave is only for a month."
"Very well, sir, I will do my best."
The month passed quickly, but long
before it came to an end the house
was furnished and fitted, even to the
Captain's striker in the hall, a cook in
the kitchen, a maid upstairs and sup-
plies in the larder.
Meantime Company C to a man had
subscribed of their pay ; Roakes had
telegraphed to a jeweller in New York
and in due time Company C's wedding
gift arrived. It was a massive silver
punch bowl of military pattern, en-
graved with an appropriate inscription
and a set of cut glass cups, in which
the whole garrison might toast the
bride.
The Captain and Mrs. Compton
came in the night from Soldier Creek.
The four ambulance mules, decorated
with bride's favors, galloped up the
Sheridan road between two lines of
cheering soldiers to the new quarters.
The captain, from the doorway,
thanked his men for their welcome,
and sent them to the canteen to drink
his wife's health.
The following evening, Sergeant
Roakes, with a half dozen soldiers
bearing the punch bowl, went to Cap-
tain Compton's quarters. Roakes
had been delegated, much against his
will, to deliver Company C's gift, and
to present the congratulations of the
men.
"Sergeant Roakes !" announced the
striker.
THE LESSER TRAGEDY
5i
"'Show Sergeant Roakes in," said
the Captain.
Roakes entered the parlor, saluted
and was cordially greeted by the Cap-
tain. At the other end of the room
Roakes observed a woman sitting be-
fore the hearth, with her chin in her
hand, gazing into the fire.
"Captain," said Roakes, "I have
been asked by the enlisted men of
Company C to present to you their
hearty congratulations on your mar-
riage, and their respectful assurance
of their homage to your wife, and to
present you with a slight token of
their devotion to you and in remem-
brance of the occasion. I believe you
know my feelings too well, Captain,
for me to add anything in my own
behalf."
When he began to speak the woman
at the fire looked up with a start. She
leaned forward, a look of horror com-
ing into her eyes. The soldier at the
other end of the room talked steadily
on. His face was in the deep shadow
cast by the thick crimson shade on the
lamp and through it she could see only
the blur of his shaven face and the
dark, close cropped hair above it. Her
staring eyes were striving to pierce
the gloom between them searching for
something she dreaded to find. She
passed her cold fingers across her fore-
head and gave a shuddering little
gasp. Then a wan smile loosened the
tense rigidity that bound the muscles
of her mouth. She shook her head
and seemed to toss off the fear that
had come upon her.
"Impossible !" she muttered.
But she continued to stare into the
shadowy vagueness that engulfed the
other end of the room, vainly search-
ing for the soldier's features. Other
men entered, bearing between them
the punch bowl, which they placed up-
on the table and withdrew. Then
her husband began to speak formally
to the tall soldier before him, thank-
ing his company for its gift, and she
took advantage of it to leave the room.
Roakes stood at attention listening
to his captain, his eyes fixed on a
broad band of light that shone into
the far end of the room through an
open doorway. His soul expanded in
appreciation of the warmth, the color,
the daintiness and the strangely famil-
iar perfume of the room. It convey-
ed to him the presence, the very soul
of a woman. His thoughts were on
another room he had known, and the
woman who had glorified it. Now he
felt the spirit, the essence of that wom-
an, and his soul was lulled and at rest.
Across that broad band of light into
which he was looking moved the slen-
der, beautiful figure of Anita Comp-
ton. Roakes staggered, his eyes di-
lated and his face went white to the
lips. In a moment his body resumed
the rigid pose of the soldier at atten-
tion, but his fingers, the muscles hard
and knotted, slowly opened and closed
beside the broad yellow band of his
cavalry breeches.
Mrs. Compton passed through the
doorway and was gone, but in that
moment Roakes had met and accepted
the punishment Fate had dealt him.
Slowly his eyes sought the face of his
captain, and in them was, for the first
time, fear, indecision, and hate also.
The captain, who was not much given
to speechmaking, stood with eyes cast
to the floor, searching his mind for
words, so that he had not observed
the agitation of the private. Upstairs,
with the door of her bedroom locked
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THE LESSER TRAGEDY
behind her, Anita Compton sat at the
window looking into the night. Her
brain throbbed painfully and she re-
peated to herself, monotonously: "It
cannot be Jack. No, it is not Jack.
But the voice was so like his." And
thus she assured herself and wept soft-
ly, and soon grew calmer and slept
with her head pillowed on her arms.
Out into the night went Roakes, the
voice of his captain ringing in his ears,
the face of his captain's wife before
his eyes. He passed a word or two
with the sentry at the bridge near the
canteen and left the post behind him,
setting out across the prairie with
long rapid strides. Soon his steps grew
heavy and slow, his body shrank and
collapsed within itself, and with a low
cry, in which was concentrated all
the agony and despair in a man's life,
he cast himself upon the ground and
buried his white face in the grass, his
body heaving with noiseless sobs.
Above, the eternal stars flashed and
glittered unheeded by him. Around
him sweet winds breathed softly
through the grasses. A vagrant prai-
rie wolf picking its way cautiously
across the plain got to leeward of him
and stopped, with paw raised and nos-
trils quivering, and eyes that burned
yellow in the darkness.
Roakes stirred. "'Nita, 'Nita," he
moaned.
At the sound of his voice the wolf
scurried off a few yards, sat upon its
haunches and howled. As if terrified
by its own mournful call it turned tail
and fled into the dark. The soldier at
the bridge paused in his weary pacing
at the sound and looked out across the
prairie to where the mountains showed
even blacker against the velvet black
of the night.
It was evening. The band was
playing in front of the Colonel's quar-
ters and the officers' wives made gay-
ly colored groups on the verandas
and lawns of the row. The barracks
were almost deserted and privates
sprawled on the grass, smoking and
chatting, while at one end of the par-
ade the baseball club was languidly
practising. The weather was heavy
and sultry and broad sheets of light-
ning played on the southeastern hori-
zon. The zenith was sulphur yellow.
A storm was slowly making behind the
hills.
Sergeant Roakes came out of his
quarters to witness the dying of the
day. The purpling night was de-
scending, and faint sounds of laughter
came to him from across the parade.
A single star blazed in the southwest,
and he looked at it for several min-
utes, his pale lips moving as if in pray-
er. He cast a long look around the
post, — at the barracks, the parade,
and the long line of officers' houses,
faced by a row of tall, slender, dark
cottonwood trees that stood like sen-
tinels; at every familiar object in the
scene. Then he turned and went
within.
Captain and Mrs. Compton sat on
their veranda with Lieutenant Whip-
ple and Lieutenant Sterrett, who had
called. They were all laughing gayly
at an army story of Whipple's. A
dark figure ran swiftly across the par-
ade and Corporal Dunphy stumbled up
the steps.
"Beg pardon, Cap'n," he gasped.
"Sergeant Roakes has shot himself.
He was cleaning his revolver in the
barracks and — "
Mrs. Compton's laughter died
away on the instant. "Poor fellow,"
STRANGERS
53
she murmured, sympathetically, "I
hope he is not badly hurt." Her hand
fell affectionately on her husband's
sleeve.
"I wish you two would go and learn
what has happened. I suppose it is
nothing serious," said the captain.
Whipple and Sterrett hurried down
the steps with Dunphy at their heels.
"It's dead, he is," whispered Dun-
phy as they walked rapidly across the
parade.
"How did it happen?" asked Whip-
ple.
"He was out all night, sir," replied
the corporal. "This mornin' he came
back to quarters lookin' like a dead
man ; pale, blood-shot eyes and wet
with the dew. All the day he's been
sittin' on the edge of his bunk starin'
at the floor like one that's daft. Just
before dark he went out and looked
about for a minute, and when he come
in he took down his revolver. I kept
my eye on him because I didn't like the
way he was actin', but he was only
cleaning the piece, so I paid no more
attention to him. I had walked to the
door when I heard the revolver go off,
and ran back. I picked him up and
he looked at me and said 'Nita,' and
died."
The officers stopped short. "Whip-
ple," said Sterrett, "do you happen to
know Mrs. Compton's maiden name?"
"Yes," replied Whipple ; "the wed-
ding cards gave it Anita Robertson."
They stared at one another, com-
prehending.
"Poor fellow," muttered Whipple.
"After all, he has chosen the lesser
tragedy."
Strangers
By Emma Playter Seabury
HAND in hand, and day by day,
They trod the paths of life and care,
And lonely each their burden bore ;
They greeted in the heavenly way,
But did not know each other there, —
Their souls had never met before.
Old Blue Plates
A. T. Spalding
THE children who were playing
in John Sadler's yard in Liv-
erpool, England, about 1750,
little thought of the pictures
they would help perpetuate, and the
pleasure they would give thousands of
people at their meals. Mr. Sadler was
a potter, and the broken pieces of pitch-
ers, mugs and plates often fell to the
children's share as their toys, when
they chose to play keep house. His
little folks were great favorites with
other children, who enjoyed these won-
derful bits of ware which were ar-
ranged in the yard on make-believe
shelves and tables ; and great entertain-
ments were given with these treasures.
One day when they had a few rude
pictures given them, not half so pretty
as any child can now pick up on cards
and advertisements, they took these
prints and wet them and stuck them on
to the broken pieces of crockery for or-
nament. Mr. Sadler, passing through
the yard, saw an impression which had
come off upon a piece of a pitcher ; and
the idea occurred to him of printing
on pottery instead of making the de-
signs by hand. That evening he pon-
dered on the matter, and more and
more it seemed to him possible; and
if possible, what a valuable invention it
might prove! The next morning,
bright and early, he communicated the
new idea to Guy Green, a printer, well
known to him, as Green had been for-
merly in the employ of Sadler's father.
After a few experiments, the process of
54
printing the picture from a copper-
plate and pressing the impression on
the surface of the ware, became very
easy. In August, 1756, Messrs. Sadler
and Green certified that on the 27th of
July, in six hours, without help, they
printed upward of twenty-two hun-
dred tiles of different patterns, which
would have cost months and months
of patient labor by the old method.
These printers, after that time, did
a very extensive business in printing
for other potters. Much ware made at.
the celebrated Wedgwood establish-
ment was sent to Liverpool to be print-
ed by Sadler and Green. For some
time these ingenious men kept their
own secret with respect to the process,
and made their exclusive business very
profitable. But after a while other
potters learned to do the same thing,
and printed ware became very common.
Pictures of historical and noted events,
of public persons, or illustrations of
popular books became transferred to
pitchers, mugs, jugs, plates and dishes
of all kinds. Political preferences im-
printed themselves on wares by pic-
tures and doggerel rhyme, and many a
droll caricature found a place there.
Before the end of the last century
the trade of the LTnited States with
China had assumed considerable im-
portance ; and beautiful specimens of
Oriental porcelain owned by families in
this country date back more than a hun-
dred vears. This is especially true in
the larger towns on our seacoast, but
OLD BLUE PLATES
53
not confined to them, for rare pieces
found in the more rural districts show
how early the taste for ornament came
to our fathers and mothers, after the
first hard struggle for subsistence.
In a biographical sketch of the late
Rev. Dr. Sweetser of Worcester, Mas-
sachusetts, it is mentioned that his
grandfather was a captain of artillery
before the war of the Revolution. On
the morning of the battle of Bunker
Hill, Captain Frothingham came to his
house in Charlestown, and said to his
wife: "I must go to the cannon, but
I have engaged a man with a cart and
oxen to take you out of town." The
brave woman, after seeing the cart
loaded with all the necessary articles
that could be taken away, started with
her five children, the oldest only about
nine years of age, walking by the side
of the cart, and carrying in one hand a
bag of bread and in the other some
china wrapped in a cloth.
Among our earliest recollections of
more than one household connected
with our family are those of beautiful
china which antedated the Revolution,
almost as thin as an egg-shell in some
instances, very vivid in coloring, in
others with a delicate tracery, with
double handles on creamers and pitch-
ers crossed and terminating in leaves
of most graceful indentures ; high-
shouldered tea-caddies, with sides and
covers of marvellous designs ; punch-
bowls generous in size, and often gor-
geous in ornamentation. No tea tastes
to us as did that from these tiny old
fashioned tea-cups used in our younger
days by other generations, and no plates
of modern decoration seem half so
choice and inviting with us ; no ceramic
treasures are as jealously guarded as
are the remains of some of these old
sets of china which belonged to re-
vered relatives of four or five genera-
tions back.
During the eighteenth century Liv-
erpool had several noted potters,
among whom were Richard Chaffers,
James Drinkwater, Richard Abbey and
John Sadler. Richard Chaffers made
important discoveries in the use of
Cornish clays for pottery. An interest-
ing story is told of his perseverance in
going out with his men to find the ka-
oline clay, which, from certain indica-
tions, he felt sanguine of finding in
Cornwall. After apparently useless ex-
penditure of toil and money, he had
concluded to relinquish the search, and
return home with the feeling of a disap-
pointed adventurer. He paid off his
men, and was about starting on his way
back, when a hail storm overtook him,
and he retraced his steps to a rough
shed which had been erected for shel-
ter during their expedition, when one
of his men came running toward him
with a piece of the coveted clay as the
result of his boring. It proved to be
finer, softer and better adapted to take
color than the hard-paste clay then in
use ; and the art of pottery in England
was much indebted to his discovery.
After the Revolutionary war, Amer-
ican shipmasters carried many orders
to Liverpool for patriotic designs to be
executed on mugs, jugs and pitchers,
and other articles of table ware. Al-
most every family felt that the posses-
sion of a Washington pitcher was a
token of gratitude due to "The Father
of Our Country." It is remarkable how
well a certain kind of likeness to each
other is preserved in these rude impres-
sions of Washington, whether in the
finer or coarser material. Many of
these pitchers were made between 1790
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OLD BLUE PLATES
The Landing of the Pilgrims
and 1800; and on the death of Wash-
ington several designs were labeled,
"Washington in Glory," or "America
in Tears," with appropriate scenes and
devices. Pictures of Thomas Jeffer-
son, Benjamin Franklin, John Han-
cock, Samuel Adams, and other pat-
riots were also printed on pitchers.
About twenty varieties of these Wash-
ington pitchers are familiar to us, many
of them bearing verses in which the
patriotism is better than the poetry.*
It is curious to see in some rural dis-
tricts how these relics of the past have
been preserved after accident and care-
fully treasured in the closet of "the
spare room." Some of them have been
mended with putty, or paint, others by
tying the pieces together and boiling
them in milk. Whether or not they
would stand the test of the iron weight
which a well known mender in Boston
attached to his mended china, it is cer-
tain they will last through the reverent
handling they now receive.
During the first thirty or forty years
* See illustrated article on "The Pioneer of
China Painting in America," in The New Eng-
land Magazine for September, 1895.
of the present century great quantities
of blue English ware were imported by
America from designs sent over to
England. Pictures of scenery, of pub-
lic buildings, of historical events, or
subjects of fancy or humor were intro-
duced on the tables of families, and
served to impress upon the minds of the
younger members many a fact or fic-
tion. The portraits of all our distin-
guished statesmen were more or less
frequently conspicuous at the tables of
the people, — noted soldiers or sailors,
persons who had served the country,
from the first President down to heroes
of a comparatively recent period.
Enoch Ward and Sons gave us the
"Landing of the Pilgrims," after the
old traditions of the rock-bound coast,
— whereas the coast was really as flat
as a flounder, and the boulder on which
the Pilgrims touched was itself a pil-
grim, having drifted thither from a
distance. On the rim of the plate is the
American eagle six times repeated;
and the inscription is : "America Inde-
pendent, July 4, 1776. Washington
Born 1732. Died 1799." On the flat
surface of the plate is the ship on the
ocean, while at the shore a boat is pull-
ing in ; one man has waded out to a
rock, rope in hand, and on another rock
near him two Indians with tomahawk
in hand have already climbed up to
view the proceedings and to dispute
possession.
On another blue plate is the White
House at Washington, — a large square
house quite alone in the centre of the
plate, and a garland of the thirteen
original states on the rim. On a sim-
ilar style of plate, the Boston State
House is represented on a rise of
ground, the cows quietly feeding on
the Common in front. This also has a
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57
border of the names of the thirteen or-
iginal states.
A handsome dark blue plate with
flowers on the rim gives us, as we are
told, the "Landing of Gen. La Fayette
at Castle Garden, New York, 16 Au-
gust, 1824." In the foreground appear
two horsemen approaching from oppo-
site directions. Beyond them is a line
of soldiers and cannon first offering sa-
lute ; further on, at the right, is the for-
midable pile of Castle Garden, and two
ships and a steamboat are nearing the
popular in America, and many objects
of local interest, such as "The First
Hudson River Steamboat," were re-
produced on it.
R. Hall manufactured a series of
popular designs called "Beauties of
American Scenery," embracing "Pas-
saic Falls," "Fairmount Water-
Works," "Scene on the Susquehanna,"
and other noted views. He issued also
"Select Views" of English places, in
dark blue ware, with deep border of
oriental fruits and flowers surround-
The Landing of Gen. La Fayette
shore, met by a great number of sail
and row boats to welcome the coming
hero.
A very interesting series of marine
plates of rich dark blue has a uniform
border of sea shells ; and among the
pictures in the centre are "MacDon-
nough's Victory on Lake Champlain,"
and "A Scene off Calcutta," with well
drawn vessels and good perspective.
The "Marine Hospital, Louisville,
Kentucky," is of the same set.
Enoch Wood, who was sometimes
called the Father of Pottery, began
business in 1784. His ware was very
Marine Hospital, Louisville
ing the central picture. These were
much liked in America. One of the
views is called "Biddulph Castle, Staf-
fordshire;" another, "Paine's Hill,
Surrey." Some of his fancy pictures
were very pretty. Among these is
one called "Sheltered Peasants." The
rain is falling in the distance,, and un-
der a tree a man, woman, and child
have taken refuge, and some lambs
are quietly resting near them. The
faces are unusually good, reminding
one of some of Gainsborough's pic-
tures.
Riley has several pretty views on
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common blue ware, but he does not
name them, and the localities are not
always easily identified.
A set of Don Quixote pictures ap-
pear on very dark blue ware without
any manufacturer's name; but fortu-
nate is the person who secures them,
for they are spirited in drawing and
rich in coloring: such subjects as
"The Meeting of Sancho and Dap-
ple," and "Don Quixote's Attack on
the Mill."
A plate without any manufacturer's
in dismay. We may well wonder at
the taste which liked to eat off these
plates every day ; but they are a great
curiosity.
We have seen a soup plate which
bears on the back a picture of two
steamers, with the words, "Boston
Mails" above them and below, "Ed-
wards." On the face is a view of the
"Ladies' Cabin" in the centre, and on
the rim the steamers, "Caledonia,"
"Britania," "Arcadia," and "Colum-
bia." This cabin was doubtless deem-
Sheltered Peasants
name, and in a very ordinary blue,
gives the great New York fire of Dec.
n, 1835. On the back it is labeled,
"Ruins of Merchants' Exchange."
On the rim of the front side are the
words : "Great Fire," and "New
York," parting off the divisions which
contain alternately an eagle and a
hand-engine. In the centre of the plate
is the Exchange, presenting an un-
broken front, but the flames are mak-
ing rapid progress in the rear. Soldiers
are patrolling the street to protect the
goods that have been left there, while
groups of people are huddled together
Paine's Hill, Surrey
ed quite magnificent in 1840, when
the line of steamships was established.
A very popular blue plate known as
the Willow Pattern was issued in 1780
by Thomas Turner of Caughly, who is
said to have made the first full table
service of printed ware in England.
It is a very mixed and grotesque imi-
tation of Chinese designs, but fancy
has associated with it a story vari-
ously told. On the upper side of the
plate, at the left hand, is the humble
home of a man who has become enam-
ored of a lady of much higher rank
than his own, where superiority of
Ladies' Cabin
wealth is indicated by the extent of the
walls and the variety of trees about
her home which is seen on the lower
part of the plate at the right. Between
these two residences is a body of water
with a bridge, near the end of which
is a house, with a boat near by. These
are about the same on all the plates of
the series. The first pattern sent out
by Turner had one man on the bridge
— the lover going over to see the lady.
The second issue was the same com-
position, with "two men," as they are
generally called, passing on the bridge
— the lovers eloping, with the inten-
tion of hiding at the farther end of the
bridge, and being taken away at night-
fall by the boat in waiting for mem.
The third design, termed "Three Men
•on the Bridge," has the lovers, and the
father of the lady in pursuit of them.
The father carries in his hand a knot-
ted scourge, very distinctly seen on
the large platters, but he does not get
the opportunity to use it ; the lovers
succeed in reaching the boat, and go
off triumphantly to the new home,
humble as it is, and live happily all
their united life. At their death, as a
Lover on the Bridge
Lovers in the Garden
reward of their faithfulness, they are
turned into two birds, which are seen
on the plate, hovering in the air!
There are tragic versions of this story,
but we prefer this rendering which
has just as good authority.
One plate of this series has the lover
approaching the house of the lady on
one side, while a servant is eagerly
watching on the other to warn him
that the father has found out the affair
and is very angry. However, the lover
goes on to his fate, as lovers have al-
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ways done from the beginning. Anoth-
er plate has the lovers in the garden,
perhaps planning the elopement.
These two plates are of a more muddy
blue than the willow pattern series of
the man on the bridge, and evidently
come from a different manufacturer.
A very interesting set of plates was
called "The Classic Series," and was
issued by I. and W. Ridgway, whose
wares came into use about 1814. They
are of a clear, pretty, although not
very dark shade of blue. On the rim is
the same design of goats and children,
alternating with flowers of the con-
volvulus. In the centre is an octagon
defined by a distinct line of white and
blue; and within this is a picture of
some college or university building,
and some professors or students on the
adjoining ground. We are made fa-
miliar with views of "Downing Col-
lege," "Christ Church, Oxford,"
"Trinity College, Oxford," "Sidney
Sussex College, Cambridge," and
"Radcliffe Library, Oxford." These
pictures are spirited drawings of the
buildings and of the students in their
distinctive Oxford caps.
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Even fashion has imprinted copies
of textile fabrics on this blue ware ;
very handsome patterns of lace have
been thus reproduced. About a hun-
dred years ago, one of the reigning
beauties of London was Lady Stor-
mont. She invented a mixed pattern
as the groundwork of some of her
dresses, and it became very much in
demand as the Stormont pattern —
sometimes called, however, pepper and
salt. This was copied on the blue
ware, and a very pretty blue plate
was made, without the name of the
manufacturer, in which this fine mixed
style is the groundwork, and in the
center of the design a bird is eating
cherries.
The "Syntax" plates are favorite ob-
jects of search among collectors of
blue plates ; not that they are very old
or beautiful, but they are queer and
amusing. I. and R. Clews, potters at
Cobridge from 18 14 to 1836, were very
popular decorators of ware early in the
present century, and they issued many
American designs expressly for this
market. Their Syntax plates had a
very rapid sale both in England and
OLD BLUE PLATES
61
America, although of little merit ex-
cept as copies of clever caricatures.
More than sixty years ago, there ap-
peared in England, a humorous poem
by William Combe, abundantly illus-
trated, giving the adventures of an ec-
centric clergyman and schoolmaster,
Dr. Syntax, who spent his vacations
in search of picturesque scenery, stud-
ies in human nature, and general in-
formation. This poem was published
first by instalments in the "Poetical
Magazine," with a colored sketch
every month by
Thomas Rowland-
son, who was the
Cruikshank of his
day. After the first
number, the story
was eagerly
watched for, and
its popularity gave
a sudden increase
to the subscription
list of the maga-
zine. The Doc-
tor's name — thus
identified with
good-natured sim-
plicity, credulity,
shrewdness, droll wrong-headedness,
and recuperative patience under ludi-
crous mishaps — was given to hats,
wigs, coats, canes and numberless arti-
cles, which sold all the better for being
labeled "Syntax." Every shopkeeper
had the tale at his tongue's end because
it helped his business.
The "Tour of Dr. Syntax in Search
of the Picturesque" was published in
a volume in 1812, and it contained
thirty-one colored illustrations. This
volume was followed by two others,
with pictures by the same spirited
artist, Rowlandson. These were:
The Return of Dr. Syntax
"Dr. Syntax's Tour in Search of Con-
solation," after the death of his wife,
and "Dr. Syntax in Search of a Wife."
Those shrewd potters, I. and R. Clews,
availed themselves of the popularity
of Dr. Syntax by transferring to their
blue crockery, with remarkable fidelity,
the original pictures of Thomas Row-
landson. These queer blue plates sent
many a young person, fifty or sixty
years ago, to the library to find the
story of the eccentric Doctor Syntax ;
and they would sometimes say to
younger genera-
tions, when "The
Pickwick Papers"
came out, "Ah,
Dickens must have
got the suggestion
of Pickwick from
Dr. Syntax!"
Three of these
Syntax plates are
very familiar to
me. One is called
"Dr. Syntax Re-
turned from his
Tour." The Doc-
tor and his buxom
wife are sitting be-
rate, and between
on which are a
Her uplifted foot,
and the poker with which she gesticu-
lates, express her consternation lest he
has returned with no means to meet the
household expenses. The dog behind
the Doctor's chair indicates his sym-
pathy with his master in his peril,
while the curious servants, one of them
with scissors hanging at her side as if
she had just risen from her sewing,
are peeping in at the door, with open
mouths of wonder, to see if the re-
turned tourist does really intend to pay
fore an open °
them is a table
bottle and elasses.
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OLD BLUE PLATES
arrears. The Doctor reassures his wife
by throwing down some notes on the
table.
Another plate is entitled "Dr. Syn-
tax and the Bees." While the Doctor is
taking a sketch of an interesting
country-seat, the servants happen to
be driving a swarm of bees ; and the
lady of the house rushes out with her
parasol to warn the stranger of his
danger, while half a dozen servants
armed with warming-pan, kettle, stew-
pan, pail and dipper try to divert the
furious insects from the poor victim.
A very amusing plate is "Doctor
Syntax Star-gazing." A literary lady
whom he encounters while on his
"Tour in Search of a Wife" urges him
to look through the telescope with her
and see the passage of the moon over
the sun ; and the instrument is taken
from the observatory and placed in the
balcony. The picture on the plate
shows the butler first tripping as he
descends the steps of the house, watch-
ing the astronomers. One foot is on
the tail of the cat, which is, in our
opinion, the author of the mischief,
while another cat at the side sets up
her back in defiance, and the hind leg
of the man accidentally hits a cur,
which resents the injury ; the tray
slips from the hand of the but-
ler, and the dishes lie scattered
in dire confusion. On the balcony
is the Doctor, who has risen from
his seat and is explaining the
celestial phenomena to the lady, who is
earnestly gazing through the telescope.
It is a droll example of the step from
the sublime to the ridiculous — the but-
ler's misstep.
These studies of simple, coarse
crockery open much of historical in-
terest. The first steamboat, the first
railway, the opening of a canal, public
buildings which have long since
yielded their treasures to more massive
structures, college buildings as they
stood in their primitive simplicity,
benevolent institutions which sprang
up so early in the growth of the
country, all these imprinted on old blue
plates lend an importance to ceramic
search ; and the value of this old ware
increases every vear.
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Gen. Washington to Gen. Greene
Head Quarters, Williamsburg,
28th September, 1781.
Dear Sir,
I am very sorry to observe in your Letter of the 6th August, that you had heard nothing from me
since the first June — many letters have been written to you since that time — some of very particular
Importance. — This failure gives me reason to fear some foul Play on the Route.
The last I wrote to you was from Philadelphia, of the 4th of this instant month — inform'g that the
Plan of our Campaign was totally changed from the attack of N. Yorke, which had been in contempla-
tion, & that I was then so far as that Place, advanced with my troops, to comence a combined operation
against Lord Cornwallis in Virginia, with the french Fleet, w'ch was expected to arrive in the Chesapeake
— I likewise informed, that Admiral Hood, with 13 ships of the line, had arrived at N. Yorke, & joined
the force already there under Adm'l Graves — & that I had not heard of the arrival of Count D'Grasse.
I have now to inform that I left Phila. on the 5th inst — The same Day, on my Route, I met the
agreeable news of the arrival of Admiral D'Grasse in the Chesapeak on the 26th August — with a formid-
able Fleet of 28 Ships of the Line & 4 frigates — and that he had landed 3,000 Troops, who had formed
their junction with the Marquis— All possible expedition was made to hurry on our Troops, Artillery
and Stores — which, I have the satisfaction to inform you, have nearly all arrived at & near this place,
with less Accident or Disaster, than might have been expected. — I arrived myself, preceeding the
Troops, on the 14th & very soon paid a visit to the french Admiral on Board his ship to make our
arrangements for the Enterprize; which were most happily effected, & settled to mutual satisfaction.
The Admiral has taken his Position, for our Water Security, to facilitate our Transportation, & to
block the enemy. Our operations are fast drawing to a Point of Comencement — & by the 1st Octo.
I hope to open Trenches upon the enemy's works.
While these things are taking place on our side, the enemy are not idle on their Part — Lord
Cornwallis has collected his Troops on Yorke River, & taken two posts — one in Yorke, the other in
Glouster; where he is fortifying with great assiduity, & seems resolved to defend himself against our
siege with great obstinacy. — By accounts, thro Deserters, & otherways, I fear we have little Hope to
starve him into a surrender — my greater Hope is, that he is not well provided with artillery & military
stores for such Defence — not having bad in Contemplation, the situation to which he is now reduced. —
By information from N. Yorke, I collect, that Admiral Digby, with (probably) 10 ships of the
Line from Europe, is arrived on the Coasts, & joined the British Squadron already here — this junction,
if formed, will probably make the English Fleet consist of 30 ships of Line — besides 50 & 40 & a number
of Frigates, which will bring the two Fleets upon too near an Equality. — Tis said also from N. Yorke,
that a large embarkation of their Troops is formed, & on Board Transports — & that Sir H'y Clinton
himself is with them — their views undoubtedly look southward.
The Count de Grasse has, most happily & critically, effected a junction with Count de Bonas from
Newport — the conjoined Fleet are now in a good Position within the Capes of Chesapeak Bay — mak'g
in Number 36 Capital Ships of the Line — four large french Frigates, with some smaller ships, captured
from the English, on Board one of which was L'd Rawdon, who had embarked for England — two British
Frigates, the Iris & Richmond peeping into the Bay, have also been captured, & now form part of the
Fleet of our allies.
Thus you have a particular Detail of Circumstances so far as this Time — as to future prospects &
operations, should we have success in the present operations, it is impossible for me to decide in favor
of your Wishes, expressed in your Letter of the 6th August — If the Fleet remains so long as the Com-
pletion of the present object, it is all I can expect from present appearances. I hope, however, if nothing
further is obtained, that we may be aided in our Transportation tozvard the Point of your Wishes.
Colo. Stewart, who is on his Way to your Camp, favors the Conveyance of this. — Colo. Morris,
who is now ill, & with me, will be detained a few Days — by him you may expect to have further &
particular accounts of our Progress — with a confidential, verbal Communication of our future prospects,
views & expectations. —
I am informed, by circuitous means, of a very severe Action which has taken place on the 8th
between your Army & the British under com'd of Colo. Stewart — so many particulars are mentioned as
give me Reason to believe these Reports are grounded in Fact. I wait impatiently for your Dispatches.
With very great Esteem & Regard,
I am,
Dear Sir,
Your most obed't &
humble servant,
Major Gen'l Greene. G. Washington.
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Gen. Greene to Gen. Washington
Head Quarters,
High Hills, Santee, Octob. 25th, 1781.
Sir,
My last letter was dated at Charlotte and forwarded by Lt. Col. Lee since which I have received
your Excellency's favor of the 28th of September. I am happy to find the army under your command
ready to commence operations against Lord Cornwallis, but I am sorry to hear you think the issue
somewhat doubtful. And it gives me great pain to find that what ever may be our success in Virginia
the circumstances of our ally will not permit them to cooperate with us in an attempt upon Charlestown.
The great importance of their present services demands our warmest gratitude, but it is much to be
regretted that we cannot improve the advantage which our signal success would give us, as hopes of our
people and the fears of the enemy would greatly facilitate the reduction of Charlestown; however if
you succeed in Virginia it will enable you to support us more effectually here if these states derive no
other advantage from the present exertions of our ally. I will not suffer myself to doubt of your success,
tho I cannot help at times being greatly agitated between hope and fear which alternately prevail from
the many incidents that occur in military operations which may defeat the most flattering prospects, and
I find by letters from Congress as well as from your Excellency that Sir Henry Clinton is making
most rapid preparations for some important blow.
I mentioned in one of my former letters that I had been concerting with Governor Burke a plan
for the reduction of Wilmington. General Rutherford is moving down towards that place with a con-
siderable body of militia and I hear the enemy have left the place, and now occupy Brunswick about
thirty miles below, and by preparations making in Charlestown of small transports I think it highly
probable the enemy intend to take off the garrison. But this is only conjecture.
Since the battle of Eutaw our troops have been exceeding sickly and our distress and difficulties
have been not a little increased for want of medicine and hospital stores. The malignity of the fevers
begins (to) cease as the weather grows cool. The enemy are all in the lower country and nothing
material has happened since my last except a number of prisoners which have been taken by our light
parties sent out by General Marion. Inclosed I send your Excellency a return of our strength by which
you will see cur weak state. We can attempt nothing further except in the partizan way. Some rifle
men have arrived in camp from the mountains; more are expected which will enable us to keep up
pretty strong parties for a time.
But I look forward with pain to December, when the whole Virginia line will leave us. I hope
measures will be taken to reinforce us before that period. To arrive here seasonably they must move
soon. Col. Lee and Capt. Pearce I hope have given you a full state of matters in this quarter to enable
you to take your measures without loss of time.
I transmitted by Capt. Pearce copies of all the letters and papers that had passed respecting Col.
Hanes' (Hayne's) execution mentioned in some of my former letters; and as I had not paper to copy
them for your Excellency, I desir'd Capt. Pearce to break the cover on his arrival at your camp to give
you an opportunity to see them, and inform yourself respecting the matter as the business in its conse-
quences might involve the whole Continent, and particularly the military part; and therefore would
ultimately rest with you. Should he have omitted this matter of which I gave him a particular charge I
will forward you copies by the first opportunity. I wrote to Lord Cornwallis on the subject but have
not got his answer.
You have my warmest wishes for your success and my hearty prayers for your safety.
With sentiments of the greatest
respect and esteem,
I am your Excellency's
most obed &
His Excellency humble ser.
General Washington. N. Greene.
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— ^ • Charle^ Francis • ^avnderS • •
QCARRED of bole and twisted of limb,
^ By the beach stands an ancient tree,
Bowed by a thousand storms that have swept
Up from the angry sea.
Blasts of the north have rent its crown
But its vigor is unsubdued;
And it lives not in vain — there is joy in its midst,
It is home to the wild bird's brood.
In the world's workshop toils a man,
Misshapen through ceaseless strife ;
Graceless of form, but his soul is aglow —
He is guard of a woman's life.
A Conspiracy in St. Mark's
By David H. Talmadge
T
HIS is the story told of an
angel of mercy who wears a
shirt waist and a glorious
crown of straw adorned
with red roses, and who devotes the
hours of her earthly sojourn to the
doing of good deeds. She told the
story voluntarily. She always talks
that way. She is not one of those dis-
tressing women who must needs be
urged to the pouring forth of words —
and occasionally of thought. The story
came out freely and without conditions
of secrecy. She did not dream when
she told it, toasting her libelously
broad shoes before the cannel fire and
cocking her head prettily first to one
side then to the other in order to enjoy
more fully the spectacle presented by
the crown of straw held before her
eyes by her own white hands, that the
story was more interesting than the
thousand which had preceded it. She
was quite unaffected and altogether
charming. Had she been otherwise —
the fact is admitted shamelessly — it is
more than probable that the natural
perversity of man would have pre-
vented its retelling.
"Such lovely old things as they
are !" she began lucidly. "Sweet is no
name for them ! Intelligent too — so
intelligent and — and soulful ! I be-
lieve I'll have them changed ; some-
how they look cheap."
Let it be understood that the last
sentence referred to the roses on the
crown of straw, and had no reference
whatever to the bursts preceding it.
This was plainly obvious to one who
could see her face. The world would
have been tied into a hard knot and
tossed into the universal closet long
ago, had men not learned to listen to
femininity with their eyes as well as
with their ears.
"It was too funny," she continued
without noticeable pause. "One day
a week ago I was calling upon the
Misses Wallingford, — such dear old
creatures ! So patient and cheerful !
Struggling like demons to pay their
own way ! — and a happy idea popped
into my head. They're so proud, you
know, that they won't accept anything
even faintly suggestive of charity, yet
they are poorer than church mice, and
sick too, — mercy ! how pale and drawn
Miss Alfaretta looks ! They had their
tea things spread out upon a tiny stand
hardly large enough to hold a Gains-
borough hat, and Miss Theresa apolo-
gized for it, saying that they could
never seem to find an extension table
to suit them. Extension tables, she
said, were not what they used to be.
They had such a lovely one at home,
when they were girls, that they really
couldn't get up the heart to buy one
of the kind now on sale at the furni-
ture shops. They preferred to eat
from this little table which had been
their mother's and their grandmother's
and their great grandmother's and was
of real mahogany. Miss Alfaretta
proudly raised the drapery of the arti-
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A CONSPIRACY IN ST. MARKS
cle so that 1 might see its legs. Then
they entered into a chirping, tinkling,
quavering series of reminiscences
about the extension table that had been
in the dining hall at home, and when
they had finished, both were weeping
and my own eyes were wet. Their
father must have been very wealthy.
It is so sad that they should be com-
pelled to spend the twilight of their
lives in poverty I"
It was sad indeed. The fortunes of
the Wallingford family have been
topics familiar to the ears of many peo-
ple for five and twenty years. Colonel
Wallingford, a man who had served
his country with his sword when she
was at war, and who had counseled
wisely for her welfare when she was
at peace, met with financial reverses in
his old age, and at his death the home-
stead, with most of its contents, passed
into other hands. The circumstances
were well known, and were too com-
monplace to be absolutely interesting,
A blanket mortgage is, of all literary
products, the least entertaining. There
was left of the colonel's belongings but
one small piece of land in one of the
Southern States, a melancholy rem-
nant of the investments which had
caused his downfall, and this piece of
land, together with a few hundreds of
dollars in personal property had com-
prised the wealth of his two daughters
for a quarter of a century. Neither
had married. Miss Alfaretta, the
elder, had been an invalid even at the
time of her father's passing, and Miss
Theresa, with the true spirit of her
blood, had remained faithful despite
the urgings of numerous suitors, Van
Dorken, the banker, among them.
They lived in a box of a cottage burst-
ing with ideals in the very shadow of
old St. Mark's, and drop by drop as
the years went on they exhausted the
principal of their income. But they
did not part with their land. Some
sort of sentiment attached to the
worthless tract, and the dignity with
which they had refused charitable of-
fers for it was as pathetic as it was
delightful.
"So," the angel of mercy went on,
with a queer little catching of the
breath, "a happy idea popped into my
head. I thought what a perfectly
sweet thing it would be if the man who
owns the Wallingford homestead
would present to them the old exten-
sion table about which so many happy
gatherings had taken place, and upon
which their revered father had done
his writing during the last days of his
stay on earth, for after his wife's death
he had taken a strange dislike to work-
ing at his desk in the room adjoining
the lady's chamber. Doubtless, I
thought, the present owner attaches no
value to the table beyond its intrinsic
worth. Doubtless, further, he would
have no objection to posing as a
philanthropist if the case were prop-
erly presented to him. I resolved to
see Mrs. Van Dorken and Mrs. Wil-
kins at once. I did so. They entered
into the plan with such enthusiasm!
They told me I was born for charity
work, and said other things that made
me feel so good !"
Mrs. Van Dorken, it may be stated,
is the chief angel of the congregation
which worships at St. Mark's, and
Mrs. Wilkins is her right bower. They
are women to whom the younger ele-
ment of femininity in that social body
looks up.
"Well, it was arranged between us
that we should wait upon the gentle-
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13
man who owns the Wallingford place,
and lay the proposition before him,
getting his terms and sounding his
temper. Mrs. Van Dorken asked her
husband about it, and he said this was
the best way to do it; which we did,
and we found him to be a most de-
lightful man. 'My dear ladies,' said
he, 'nothing would give me greater
pleasure than to return the table to the
daughters of Mr. Wallingford, but
really I cannot accept money for it. I
shall send it to them within a short
time, and I shall write to them saying
that owing to the purchase of new
fittings for the dining room I have no
further use for it, — no room for it in
fact/ Wasn't that lovely? So cheap
too ! A veritable bargain in charity !
And the dear man kept his word. The
Misses Wallingford got the table this
afternoon, and you should have seen
them hovering about it for all the
world like two sweet old robins that
have found their nest of a summer long
ago. I don't know when I have felt so
happy. I seemed to be floating in a
little cloud of incense. To think that
I had been the cause of such pleasure
was as balm to my soul."
She paused for a moment, quite
overcome, gazing into the fire with eyes
half closed and sparkling with holy
water. The crown of straw was low-
ered to her lap. She drew a long
breath.
"The table was dusty and lacking in
lustre. One might almost have thought
it had been stored in a loft or a ware-
house. Perhaps the gentleman had
told us the actual truth ; perhaps he
really did not want it ; but this makes
no difference. Miss Alfaretta limped
away and returned with a bottle of
furniture polish. Miss Theresa
brought a faded silk handkerchief re-
dolent of myrrh. And together they
worked, rubbing it so tenderly, patting
it here and there, gently bewailing its
scratches, their lips quivering, their
hands trembling. I should not have
stayed, but they did not seem to mind
my presence, and I did not want to go
away. One is not often so favored as
I have been. So I remained, saying
nothing for a long time, for my hos-
tesses were living in the past of which
I was not a part. I can keep silent,
sir, — when none will listen to me."
She said this so demurely that a
smile would have been brutal and a
laugh most diabolical. O, angel — but
there, this is her story.
"They finished the polishing at last.
and Miss Alfaretta involuntarily held
out her arms to her sister, who threw
herself into them. Then they sobbed
and sobbed. It was too sweet! 'Twas
like the blessed rain from heaven fall-
ing upon a parched field. I also
sobbea , I could not help it. I think it
was the sounds I made that restored
them somewhat to their dignity. At
any rate they looked at me in a sur-
prised way, and Miss Alfaretta re-
arranged the bow upon her head. Then
they tried to pull the table apart to
wipe the dust from its internal ar-
rangements. It stuck, and I arose to
help, but they waved me back. 'We
would much rather do it alone, if yon
please,' said Miss Alfaretta. So I sat
down, watching them strain and strug-
gle. Of course they succeeded finally :
that blood either does or dies ; but the
exertion left them with barely suf-
ficient breath for what followed. In
the table, between the top and the ex-
tension things, was a letter, and upon
this letter Miss Theresa pounced with
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A CONSPIRACY IN ST. MARK'S
a cry that was like a peal of rejoicing-
struck upon a cracked bell. T put it
there myself — my very self,' she said,
'the day father was taken sick. The
leaf was not quite level, and — and I
put the letter under it. I took it from
father's waste basket — no, from the
floor beside the waste basket — O dear,
dear, dear ! Five and twenty years !
Five and twenty years !' Miss Alfa-
retta placed her arm about her sister's
waist, and together they looked at the
envelope, the tears gushing in torrents
down their faces. Above them was a
halo — I saw it plainly — a halo of light
from other days. The envelope bore
no address. It was unsealed. Slowly,
almost reverently, Miss Theresa drew
forth the sheet it contained. 'Father's
hand,' she murmured; 'dear father!'
'Dear father!' echoed Miss Alfaretta;
'read it, sister ; I cannot see.' And
Miss Theresa read it. It was a letter
to the man who had once been his
agent in New Orleans, and it had ref-
erence to the piece of land which the
sweet old creatures own. It told of a
discovery Mr. Wallingford had made
during a recent trip to the property. It
spoke of oil and development and a
retrieval of lost fortunes. When Miss
Theresa refolded it her eyes were
round as saucers and her face was
chalky white. She wavered back and
forth an instant, gurgling, trying to
speak. Then she fainted, and Miss
Alfaretta — was ever such faithfulness !
— fainted also. I realized then why .1
had remained ; it was Providence."
The tea bell rang at this juncture,
and the angel straightened herself in
her chair.
"Well, I should think it was time!"
she commented ; "I'm simply fam-
ished ! Charity is such hungry work!
When I left the Wallingfords they
were seated, one on each side of that
precious extension table, sipping tea
and nibbling toast. The letter was
upon the table between them. They
hardly took their eyes from it. 'Father
must have been about to seal and ad-
dress it when he was taken so suddenly
and so violently ill,' said Miss Theresa.
'Can you wonder that it seems almost
sacred to us ?' In the same breath with
which I declined to stay for tea, I re-
plied that I did not wonder in the least.
And I really didn't, — dear old things !
But wasn't it funny about the letter?"
She led the way to the dining room,
where she discoursed charmingly over
the tea urn on sundry topics utterly
foreign to the Misses Wallingford.
Having accomplished her good deed
she was now, angel like, dwelling upon
it no more. What are the wings of
mundane angels for, if not to flutter
from flower to flower like butterflies?
Yet her story was not finished. The
end came two weeks later, and it was a
fitting and a pleasing end. She sat
before the fire again, her soles toast-
ing, her face radiant. The crown of
straw hung, with roses humbly droop-
ing, on the back of a chair. She looked
up.
"O I'm so glad you've come!" she
cried ; "so glad ! I have been to see
the Wallingfords, and they are going
to be rich, rich, rich ! Miss Theresa
carried that letter to Mr. Van Dorken
— or Mr. Van Dorken called to see
them about it, I have forgotten which
— he's such a nice man, Mr. Van Dor-
ken— and he made a special trip to see
that land and he's satisfied that there
is oil there — oceans of it, though no
one would ever have suspected it, of
course, if it hadn't been for the letter,
A CONSPIRACY IN ST. MARKS
1?
which means barrels of money, and —
and isn't it just too lovely!"
It is, truly. The Misses Walling-
ford are now in receipt of a comfort-
able income. That piece of land in a
Southern State has been the means of
saving them from absolute want in
their old age. But it is dreadful to think
of the consequence which might ensue
if they or certain of St. Mark's angels
were to visit that piece of land to view
the developments, for there are no de-
velopments ; it is as barren and worth-
less as when misguided Colonel Wal-
lingford bought it. Van Dorken and
two or three other guilty wretches, all
males and pillars of St. Mark's, have
the secret locked tightly in their
breasts. Van Dorken's weight of guilt
is heaviest, for to the crimes of false-
hood, deceit and conspiracy he has
added that of forgery. 'Twas he who,
after much overturning of old papers
to find a specimen of the colonel's
handwriting, wrote that letter, signing
the colonel's name to it ; 'twas his hand
that put it between the table top and
the extension things, replacing an en-
velope containing a patent medicine
advertisement.
"Confound it !" he said, with charac-
teristic emphasis, "we can't have two
helpless old Wallingfords starving to
death because of their pride. Maybe
the plan will work and maybe it won't ;
it can do no harm to try it."
Wherefore the plan was tried, and
by the excellence of chance suc-
ceeded.
Some day, if the angel of mercy sur-
vives the Misses Wallingford, — and
please God she will, for they are old
and she is young — she will be told the
truth. She should, in common justice,
know it now ; but Van Dorken has
sworn his fellow conspirators to se-
crecy- Therefore her story, while end-
ed most happily, is not complete. She
has builded, bless her helpful little
heart, better than she knows.
~~%^M.
^?#^*##^
The Genesis of Standard Oil
By Will M. Clemens
THIS is the story of a small
beginning, showing how in
this golden age, a few hun-
dred dollars invested in the
right place, at the right time, by the
right man, have increased in forty years
to a few hundred millions of dollars.
There is neither adventure, romance,
nor tragedy in the early history of that
famous corporation known throughout
the world for its wealth, power, and
money-making capacity, the Standard
Oil Company, sometimes called the
Standard Oil Trust. It is a plain,
simple narrative of business growth
and development, as easy, natural and
consistent as the sowing of a wheat
field in early spring and the reaping
of a profitable harvest in the autumn.
The Standard Oil Company never
"struck oil," nor dug a well, nor
owned a derrick in the early days of
petroleum development. Six years
after the first oil well company was
established in Pennsylvania, two
bright young men began to refine
crude oil and manufacture a market-
able product, and they are still selling
that same product to-day, under the
name of Standard Oil.
In 1850, the northwestern part of
Pennsylvania was almost a wilder-
ness. Titusville was a lumbering vil-
lage with a general store and a saw
mill. The site of Oil City was a high-
way tavern, where raftsmen on the
Alleghany River stopped to get their
liquor.
76
Oil in its crude state was found in
the valley streams, in the early fifties,
a mere floating substance known as
Seneca Oil, from having long been
used in the war paints and medicines
of the Seneca Indians who lived in the
region round about.
In 1852 a bottle of the oil was taken
to Professor O. P. Hubbard, of Dart-
mouth College, who pronounced the
product valuable for commercial pur-
poses, if it could be found in sufficient
quantities. Indirectly, the result of
Prof. Hubbard's analysis was the for-
mation, in 1854, of the Pennsylvania
Rock Oil Company, capitalized at five
hundred thousand dollars in shares of
twenty-five dollars each. The com-
pany was composed largely of New
York and New England stockholders.
The enterprise was not a success.
Three years later came the Seneca Oil
Company, which was likewise unsuc-
cessful. It was not until May i, 1858.
that the idea of drilling into the rock
for oil was conceived, and not until
August 28 of the following year was
the first oil well in successful operation
near Titusville. Then came the great
oil land boom, with the nearest rail-
road station at Erie, forty miles away.
Within six years there were one hun-
dred thousand people in the oil reg-
ions, and millions of dollars were in-
vested in wells, land, rigging, derricks,
and machinery. Thousands of barrels
of crude oil were soon being produced
daily, but with small facilities for re-
THE GENESIS OF STANDARD OIL
77
fining it, although that was necessary
to make it a marketable commodity.
At this juncture appeared the man
who seized the opportunity. His name
was John Davison Rockefeller. Born
at Richfield, N. Y., June 8, 1839, he
removed in 1853 to Cleveland, Ohio,
with his parents, and was a pupil at the
Cleveland High School until his six-
teenth year. Then he entered the for-
warding commission house of Hewitt
& Tuttle as an entry clerk. Fifteen
months later he became the firm's
cashier and bookkeeper. When not
yet nineteen years of age, in company
with Morris B. Clark he opened a
commission business under the firm
name of Clark & Rockefeller.
The oil discovered in the nearby
Pennsylvania region attracted the at-
tention of Cleveland business men, and
crude petroleum began to find a
market there, being shipped by rail
from Erie. In i860, Samuel Andrews,
in company with Rockefeller and
Clark, started the Excelsior Oil Re-
finery, a small concern that cost, at its
inception, but a few hundred dollars.
Rockefeller saw the opportunity to re-
fine crude oil, and invested every dol-
lar he possessed. The business of the
firm, Andrews, Clark & Co., grew at
an astonishing rate. Clark was afraid
to risk his money in" the enterprise, and
withdrew. Then young Rockefeller
sold out his interest in the commission
business, placed his money to the last
dollar in the development of the Ex-
celsior Refinery, and in 1865 estab-
lished the firm of Rockefeller & An-
drews. This really was the genesis of
the Standard Oil Company.
In 1867 the firm admitted William
Rockefeller into partnership, reorgan-
ized the growing concern under the
name of William Rockefeller & Co.,
and built a second refinery, called the
Standard. William Rockefeller fur-
nished the capital for the second ven-
ture.
Looked at from a business stand-
point, the subsequent success of the
Rockefellers was as natural as the
growth of a tree. They purchased the
entire output of various oil wells, the
crude product to be shipped to the two
refineries at Cleveland. Figures for
four years, which I fortunately have at
hand, tell the story in the simplest pos-
sible language.
The shipments of crude petroleum
to Cleveland from the oil regions of
Pennsylvania, and the amount of re-
fined oil produced during the years
from 1865 to 1868, were as follows :
1865.
220,000 barrels crude received.
154,000 barrels refined produced.
1866.
600,000 barrels crude received.
400,000 barrels refined produced.
1867.
750,000 barrels crude received.
550,000 barrels refined produced.
1868.
956,479 barrels crude received.
776,356 barrels refined produced.
This practically represented the
growth of the Rockefeller business
during four years, as fully ninety per
cent, of the oil product was refined by
them.
The crude petroleum was originally
shipped to Cleveland and elsewhere
from the oil fields in ordinary barrels
in car load lots. Then wooden tanks
were used, two tanks being built upon
each car, with a capacity of forty-one
barrels, or eighty-two barrels to the
car. Later came the immense iron
tanks built the length of the car and
holding1 one hundred barrels or more.
IS THE GENESIS OF STANDARD OIL
The total output of refined oil for thrust upon them. New refineries,
the year 1868 was divided as follows: railroads, pipe Ikies, tanks, and ware-
New York 965,863 barrels. houses had to be built, and the Com-
^.yeland 929,372 barrels. thrived and and prospered
Philadelphia 266,912 barrels. f , . , r T 1 t^
Boston 129,981 barrels. be^0nd GVen the dreams °f John D'
Portland 35,878 barrels. Rockefeller himself. The daily out-
Other points 245,883 barrels. put of the Pennsylvania oil wells was
The Rockefellers were at this time 15,000 barrels in 1872. At this latter
refining about 800,000 barrels out of date refined Standard Oil sold at an
the 929,372 barrels refined in Cleve- average price of $24.24 the barrel,
land. Their only opposition to a com- In this same year of 1872, the Stand-
plete control was in New York and ard Oil Company had a daily still ca-
Brooklyn, where some fifteen or six- pacity of 10,000 barrels at Cleveland,
teen small refineries were turning out 9,700 barrels at New York, 650 bar-
965,863 barrels. rels at Pittsburg, and 418 barrels at
William Rockefeller was sent by his Oil City, making a total of 20,768 bar-
firm to New York in December, 1868, rels produced. The whole enormous
and he promptly purchased as many of traffic of the Standard Oil Company
the local refineries as his money would was confined to marketing the product
buy. More capital was needed in after the crude oil had been dis-
order to control the New York end of tilled. Refineries were worked night
the business, and Henry M. Flagler, and day, and it mattered not whether
Colonel Oliver Payne and others were this well or that well in the oil
admitted to the firm. The Rockefeller region went "dry," whether one oil
Company of New York was estab- company or a dozen went to smash,
fished <and at the close of 1869 they The Standard bought crude oil from
were in control of 1,859,235 barrels, nearly every well and firm, and having
out of a total product of 2,573,889 bar- once secured control of the market, no
rels, which represented the year's pro- other refiner dared interfere, and prac-
duction. tically all crude petroleum flowed nat-
At first the Cleveland and New urally into the Standard's tanks.
York houses were consolidated under What was true of the Pennsylvania
the firm name of Rockefeller, Andrews oil fields soon became true of other
& Flagler, but in 1870 the Standard fields in other States and other
Oil Company was legally organized, countries. The Russian oil wells fed
with a capital stock of $1,000,000. the Standard refineries abroad as
John D. Rockefeller was elected presi- quickly and as easily as those at Oil
dent of the new corporation, William City and Titusville fed those at home,
Rockefeller, vice-president, and Henry and thus the monopoly of the Rocke-
M. Flagler secretary and treasurer. fellers soon encircled the entire world
Meanwhile the daily output of crude of oil.
oil increased at a wonderful rate, and In 1882 the Standard Oil Trust was
the Standard Company, now con- organized with a capital of $70,000,-
trolling a majority of refineries, was 000, which was increased two years
taxed to keep pace with the business later to $90,000,000. Rut in t8q2 the
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79
Supreme Court decided that the trust
was illegal, and it was consequently
dissolved. Since then the enormous
business has been conducted under dif-
ferent names, the Standard Oil Com-
pany of New Jersey being the most
prominent. In each of these various
companies John D. Rockefeller is the
leading director and heaviest share-
holder. In recent years, stock in the
Standard Oil Company of New Jersey
has been quoted at a figure as high as
$824 a share.
An idea of the magnitude of this
great industry which now supplies the
entire world with oil, will be conveyed
by the statement that since i860 there
have been received for exported
petroleum and its products, an aggre-
gate amount exceeding the present
money wealth, in gold and silver, of
the United States government.
The same methods adopted by the
Rockefellers in the early sixties are
in vogue to-day, for the Standard Oil
Company is acquiring great interests
in both the new Texas and California
oil fields. As I have said, the business
of the Standard Oil Company is to
acquire and control the oil when pro-
duced, but not to produce oil. The
corporation builds pipe lines and fur-
nishes cheap transportation for car-
rying the oil from the wells to the re-
fineries or to the seaports. It is al-
ways ready to purchase the oil pro-
duced at any well, and always pays the
market value for the oil. There are
few companies that have sufficient
capital to build their own pipe lines,
and if the oil producer is dependent
upon railroads, the freights are usually
too high to compete with pipe lines,
and as a matter of economy, most oil
producers are glad to enter into a con-
tract with the Standard Oil Company,
not only to transport the oil, but to
find a market for the product. The
Standard Oil Company has its own
ships and pipe line transportation, and
its own agencies in almost every part
of the world, so the most economic
method for any oil producer is to con-
tract with the company to transport
and buy the oil. If the Standard Oil
Company enters any new oil district,
it is the best evidence of the per-
manencv of that district.
Menotomy Parsonage
By Abram English Brown
THE New England clergyman
was the one man of unques-
tioned authority in the town
where he was settled. He
was commonly known as the parson —
the word from its derivation : Old
French persone, Latin persona — sug-
gesting his position in the community.
Naturally enough the residence of the
autocrat was the one dwelling of the
town in which there was general in-
terest, for it sheltered him to whom the
people looked for spiritual guidance
as well as much of their intellectual
and social stimulus. Hither they
brought a tithe of their increase with
a consciousness of duty well per-
formed, as did the Jews of old when
they offered the firstlings of their
flocks as a sacrifice to the Most High.
There was always a kindly welcome
at the parsonage for every one. If
laden with sorrow, here one was sure
of finding the comfort of sympathy and
perhaps the means of relief. If uncer-
tain as to the path of duty, here was to
be had that advice which enabled one
to hasten on with confidence, assured
that whatever the result it would be for
the best. A home in which the whole
parish had such vital interest, could
not be other than sacred to the entire
community. The affectionate pride in
the parsonage was in no way affected
by its size or appointments, although
the house was generally as good as any
in the town, but it was the power
within that made it what it was. Had
it belonged to another class of aristoc-
racy which flourished in provincial
days in Massachusetts, the building
would necessarily have been one of
some colonial grandeur, decorated with
the insignia of royalty as evidence that
the occupant held a commission from
the King.
But the influence of the parsonage
was not limited to the bounds of the
parish which had provided it. Here it
was that the neighboring clergy re-
sorted for hospitality and exchange of
professional civilities. With a larder
well stocked through the honest tithing
of the parishioners, supplies were never
lacking for the physical nourishment,
and the spiritual stimulus was ever at
home. No tavern upon the King's
highway, its royal name emblazoned
in golden letters upon its extending
signboard, had charms for the New
England parson, unless some untoward
accident befell him, and he would so
well time his journey as seldom to have
need of other hospitality than that of a
parsonage. In fact the weary traveller
of any worthy calling found welcome
at its door. Some, indeed, during our
revolutionary period, were such com-
mon resorts for ardent patriots that the
jealous tory element derisively called
them "parsons' taverns."
Visits of brother clergymen must
have been helpful to both visitor and
host alike at a time when education in
the rural districts was closely confined
to the clergy and physicians, with pos-
The Old Parsonage at Menotomy
sibly a slight smattering of law at the
command of the squire. When the
spiritual food for the Sabbath was to
be dispensed by a neighboring pastor,
it was known throughout the parish by
his arrival on Saturday, for no parson,
in good and regular standing, would
think of journeying on the Lord's day.
A good representation of the New
England parsonage was that at Me-
notomy. It was more simple in con-
struction and less pretentious than
some, but in all the essentials it was
typical. Its first occupant was, too, a
typical parson.
The inhabitants of Cambridge, on
the westerly side of the Menotomy
River, desired better accommodations
than they were enjoying at the mother
church, so much absorbed by the col-
lege, and they petitioned the General
Court in 1725 to be set off as a separate
precinct, but did not succeed in having
it done until some years later. After
duly humbling themselves and having
sought Divine guidance, they were led
to call a young man, Rev. Samuel
Cook, to become their minister. Al-
though a native of Hadley, where he
was born in 1709, Mr. Cook was not a
stranger to his people. He had spent
four years at Harvard College, having
been graduated in 1735. He re-
sided for a year or more at Medford,
in the home of Colonel Isaac Royall,
serving as tutor to young Isaac, the
son and pride of the West India mer-
chant. The Colonel had left his home
at Antigua, brought his family and
retinue of negro slaves to Medford and
there set up a palace indeed. During
these vears, before thev were free to
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MENOTOMY PARSONAGE
have a separate church, Mr. Cook had
performed some parochial services for
the Menotomy people, and had made
his way to their hearts.
Life in Isaac Royall's family was
entirely different from that of a New
England parsonage, but the time spent
there by young Cook did not turn him
from his chosen path of duty. While
engaged as tutor he kept close to his
studies and so conducted himself as to
secure the confidence of Rev. Mr.
Turell, the pastor of Medford, and fast
friend of Isaac Royall, and through his
advice the people of Menotomy com-
pleted their obligations as a precinct,
in calling Mr. Cook to become their
pastor. He was settled with all the
formalities of the times in September,
1739, when a church was formed by
Rev. John Hancock, of Lexington.
Although a single man when entering
upon his work, he had his affections
already centered in a young lady of
his native town, and in August of 1740
he brought Sarah Porter, as his bride,
to the parsonage. "The house was
raised July 17, 1740, at the expense of
the people ; the frame was given and
the cellar and well were dug and
stoned gratis ; the board and shingles
were carted from Sudbury and Bil-
lerica free of charge to me," is his own
record.
With a church well established, with
a pastor and his wife located in a par-
sonage, the people at the west of the
River felt that they were at last distinct
from the mother town of Cambridge.
Pride spurred them to do all in their
power to have their parsonage compare
favorably with those of neighboring
towns and precincts, and they saw to it
that the larder was well stocked. There
was no family of the Menotomy Pre-
cinct that did not tithe its income, and
the share left at the parsonage was of
the best.
Calls from the neighboring parsons
were occasions of pride to the people
of the new precinct, and their only
fear, at the coming of so many to
extend fellowship, was that they might
have in some things neglected their
duty. What if the young parson's
supply of wine or West India rum
should give out, or his "firing" run
low, when one of the older ministers
was the caller ! Would not he think
that the Menotomy people had failed in
their obligations to their pastor? But
they did not allow such fears to repeat
themselves. William Russell, who
headed the petition of the settlers for
better accommodation, looked out for
the necessities. Jason Russell who had
married Elizabeth Winship and set up
a home in the Russell house, at about
the time of the coming of Rev. Mr.
Cook, was a thrifty man, and while fit-
ting up his own house did not fail to
share his supplies with the parsonage.
The Whittemores, Lockes, Swans,
Butterfields, Winships, Dunsters, Wel-
lingtons and others did their duty and
took delight in noting the calls of Rev.
John Hancock, of Lexington ; of his
son-in-law, Rev. Nicholas Bowes, from
Bedford ; Rev. Daniel Bliss, of Con-
cord ; Rev. Samuel Ruggles, of Bil-
lerica ; Rev. Thomas Jones, of Woburn
Precinct, and of many of like dis-
tinction.
Thus everything started off well at
Menotomy, but in less than a year after
the auspicious beginning, the commun-
ity was shrouded in gloom. The grace-
ful lady, who had come to the parson-
age as the bride of Rev. Samuel Cook,
had passed away and the young minis-
Communion Service Used by Rev. Samuel Cook
ter, looking to his people for comfort,
struggled to rise above the burden that
rested so heavily upon his heart. It
was a severe trial but it taught the
young pastor, as nothing else could,
how to sympathize with the members
of his flock when called to similar
experiences.
At length Rev. Mr. Cook brought to
the lonely parsonage Anna, the daugh-
ter of Rev. John Cotton, of Newton,
having followed the example of the
ministers of that time in strengthening
the aristocracy of the clerical profes-
sion through inter-marriage. The
voices of children were soon heard
about the place. Some remained but a
short time while others were spared to
add cheer to the home, and afford
comfort to their father in his second
bereavement. For their mother was
taken away at the age of thirty-eight
years.
Again the trusting parson looked
about him for a helpmeet. It was at
the Bedford parsonage where he found
the widow of Rev. Nicholas Bowes,
daughter of Rev. John Hancock. The
coming of this cultured lady from
Bedford to Menotomy again brought
happiness to his home. The parson
had made a wise choice. Mrs. Cook
was born in the Lexington parsonage,
presided as mistress of the one at
Bedford and knew well how to per-
form the duties of a third home of
this character. This alliance brought
a different circle of visitors. Rev.
Jonas Clark, of Lexington, suc-
cessor of Rev. John Hancock,
whose granddaughter he had married,
had been friendly with his Brother
Cook ever since he was settled at
Lexington in 1755, but now that his
wife's mother was the lady of the
Menotomy household the association
warmed into that of kinship.
Thomas Hancock, the successful and
liberal-handed merchant, who had
made frequent visits to the old home
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Bowl and Table Originally Owned by Rev. Sam
Cook
at Lexington, passing through Me-
notomy on his journeys to and from
Boston, had occasion now to stop to
call upon his sister Lucy. Nicholas
Bowes, who was in the employ of his
uncle Thomas at Boston, was also a
frequent visitor upon his mother.
The friendship of Thomas Hancock
and his wife, Lydia Henchman, daugh-
ter of Colonel Daniel, the book dealer
of Boston, was highly valued, and
their stone mansion on Beacon Hill
was the rendezvous for people of
marked influence in business, social
and ecclesiastical circles. John Han-
cock, the rising young man of Boston,
found attractions at the Menotomy
parsonage. He had not forgotten the
aunt who had made his boyhood visits
to Bedford so happy and now, when
entering into his kingdom of honor and
wealth he continued the early associa-
tions. It was through the death of
John's Uncle Thomas that much of his
wealth came, but he was not heir to it
all, for the Boston merchant carefully
remembered many of his relatives,
among them Mrs. Cook, his sister.
She outlived her brother but four
years, yet long enough to receive
the legacy and appropriate it to
the use and benefit of the family
at Menotomy.
The members of the Royall fam-
ily at Medford were visitors from
the time the house was opened
until the last of them fled to Hali-
fax with the other Loyalists and
the King's army on March 17,
1776. Colonel Isaac preceded
them on the eve of the battle of
Lexington and Concord. George
Erving and Sir William Pepperell
JEL the younger, who married the Roy-
all daughters, were also familiar
guests, but these, like the Vassals and
Inmans, made less frequent visits after
the political excitement of the revolu-
tionary period caused them to take
sides against the patriots, of whom
Rev. Samuel Cook was one of the most
outspoken.
Although bereft of his third wife
before the opening of the war, Rev.
Samuel Cook was in full sympathy
with Rev. Jonas Clark at Lexington,
and many of the plans of the patriots
must have been discussed in the
Menotomy parsonage before the actual
fighting on Lexington Green and at
Concord Bridge. Here John Hancock
must have heard the most positive as-
sertions in regard to the constitutional
rights of the Colonists. These clergy-
men, and their associates, Rev. William
Emerson of Concord, Rev. Joseph
Emerson, of Pepperell, Reverends
Turell and Osgood of Medford, were
actuated by high motives and deep
seated convictions of duty. If John
Hancock ever wavered there was
MENOTOMY PARSONAGE
family influence quite as strong as that
exerted by Samuel Adams, who has
been credited — erroneously I believe —
with having secured the sympathy and
support of the young merchant on the
side of the patriots. (See John Han-
cock His Book, page 86. ) There were
those in the Menotomy parsonage who
derived peculiar satisfaction from the
elevation of John Hancock, — one of
the family, — to the presidency of the
Continental Congress,
and to the positions of
honor later conferred up-
on him by the Bay
State.
Rev. Samuel Cook
was a man of standing
with the government offi-
cials before the lines of
separation were drawn.
On March 29, 1770, the
"Boston News Letter"
published the statement
that "the Honorable
House of Representa-
tives made choice of
Rev. Mr. Samuel Cook,
of Cambridge, to preach
on the anniversary of the
election on his Majesty's
council on the last Wed-
nesday of May next."
There was anxiety in the Menotomy
parsonage on the 19th of April, 1775,
for Rev. Mr. Cook knew that his
nephew, John Hancock, was in the
vicinity of Lexington, and believed
that he was with the Clarks, for Mrs.
Thomas Hancock and Dorothy Quincy
had halted at his door on their way
out from town and had made known
their fears on the subject. It was with
solicitation for his family and his flock
that the venerable pastor applied him-
self to the needs of the hour, until at
the approach of the retreating enemy,
he was taken away by his son Samuel,
to a place of safety. Perhaps, thereby,
his life was saved, for the British had
great contempt for the local clergy,
whom they denounced as leaders in the
rebellion. The parsonage did not alto-
gether escape the mark of the enemy,
and the old bullet-scarred shutters
are still preserved as reminders of
Rev. Samuel Cook's Writing Desk
the excursion of the Kings army.
The lady of the household at this
time was Miss Mary Cook, the daugh-
ter, who never married. Two days
after the battle of Bunker Hill the
Menotomy parsonage was taken for a
hospital, as were other houses in the
precinct, and wounded provincials
were cared for in these hastily im-
provised quarters. We may well
imagine that when Rev. Samuel Cook
again penned a sermon in that house,
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it was with emotions such as had not
filled his breast during the thirty-six
years of his ministry. In his summary
of deaths during the year 1775 he says,
"There have been 47, besides some
Provincials and Hutchinson's Butchers
slain in Concord Battle, near the meet-
ing-house, buried here."
This pastor's ardent patriotism and
■devotion to his people prompted him,
with others, to make frequent visits to
the camp at Cambridge during the
siege. After the evacuation, when the
General Court held its sessions at
Watertown in 1776, he was chaplain of
that body, making his journeys to and
from Menotomy on the back of his
favorite horse. Having passed the last
fifteen year* of his life with his
daughter as his housekeeper, Rev.
Samuel Cook's long and useful life was
closed on June 4, 1783, and his body
was laid to rest with those of his three
wives, in the burying ground near the
church and parsonage. It was just as
the Colonies, for which he had labored
and suffered, were beginning to emerge
from the cloud of Revolution in which
they had been so long enveloped.
The house, built for him and in
which he had dwelt for more than forty
years, was his own property. It was
a New England custom, when calling
a minister, to give him a settlement fee,
in addition to an annual salary. This
was to aid him in providing a home
and was often accompanied by land
•enough to constitute a farm, hence the
dwelling did not revert to the parish
and the people had no control of it.
The habit of calling the home of
the minister, the parsonage, was so
firmly established that it was contin-
ued, and it. many of our old towns to-
day, may be seen a stately mansion
shaded by elms and guarded by Lom-
bardy poplars, so honored although no
minister has dwelt in it for a generation
or more. The people of Menotomy
were not exceptions to this habit, and
the parsonage was a place of interest,
if not of reverence, long after it ceased
to shelter a clergyman. This feeling
was strengthened and continued by the
occupancy of Miss Mary Cook, the
maiden daughter, who became the pro-
verbial "Aunt" of all Menotomy. Miss
Cook never lapsed into a state of in-
activity, to sit attired in rusty black
bombazine as a relic of old times, sel-
dom seen beyond her tansy or camo-
mile bed. Hers was a lot of helpful
activity, and while she never forgot the
reviving effect of a sprig of tansy, on
a hot day when inclined to be drowsy
in the meeting house, she kept pace
with the times, and her usefulness
honored the title Aunt Cook, which she
bore with graceful dignity.
The voice of childhood seemed never
to have been wholly stilled in the par-
sonage, for before one generation had
ceased its prattle, there came a second
to take its place, not without sorrow
however. Our joys are often mingled
with tears. Hannah, who made her
advent to the parsonage seven years
after a welcome was extended to Mary,
became the wife of Henry Bradshaw.
She died at an early age, leaving four
children, whose father soon followed
her. They were received at the parson-
age by Aunt Cook. If she ever looked
upon them as a burden, their innocence
and helplessness brought out her ma-
ternal instinct and she found in them
that which more than compensated for
all her care and trouble.
Miss Cook, like many another de-
scendant of the New England clergy,
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A Leaf of the Church Records
had good reason for being proud of
her ancestry, but while there was satis-
faction in the reality, it brought no cash
to her beaded purse, and with real puri-
tan heroism she applied herself to the
sterner realities of life. Being con-
veniently near Harvard College the
Menotomy parsonage was a desirable
place of residence for students and fac-
ulty and soon others from town found
a congenial home beneath the old roof-
tree. Miss Cook thus maintained the
dignity of the parsonage and of her
position while at the same time she
added to her resources. Professional
men always made their way to "Aunt
Cook's" in preference to the "Black
Horse" or "Cooper's Tavern" in Cam-
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bridge. In fact there was a silent in-
fluence here which had its good effect
upon them. The old leather bound
family Bible witnessed of the best ; the
ancestral portraits offered good society,
silent but to be trusted, and even the
old desk, with its neatly kept files of
manuscript sermons told of the labor
which gives true dignity to manhood.
Among the early boarders of this
class was James Sullivan, a rising law-
yer, who sought here a quiet retire-
ment for himself during his inocula-
tion for the small pox. So tenderly did
Aunt Cook minister to his needs, and
so rapid was his recovery, that he
never forgot the Menotomy parsonage
called, accompanied by a friend, Mr.
William Williamson, of North Caro-
lina. The part of the country through
which they travelled was unfrequented.
The scene was rural, the air refreshing,
the birds carolled on every spray and
all nature was in a most agreeable hu-
mor. The hearts of the two gentlemen,
which vibrated to the harmony that per-
vaded Creation, were open to every ten-
der impression. In one of their excur-
sions in South Berwick township they
met a little girl, five or six years old.
whose beauty and sweetness, like some
little wandering wood nymph, attract-
ed their attention ; they stopped to
speak to her. 'What is your name?'
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A Shutter from the Parsonage, Showing Bullet Hole Made by the British
and its worthy occupant, and when in
later years, in the fullness of his honors
as jurist, statesman and Governor of
Massachusetts, he made frequent visits
to see her and was a friend indeed. In
fact the acquaintance then formed rip-
ened into a family association and Mrs.
Amory, a daughter of Governor Sulli-
van, with her children passed many
pleasant summers at the old parsonage.
Through the influence of Mr. Sulli-
van, there was brought to Miss Cook's
door, one day at the dawn of the last
century, a most attractive little girl.
Her previous history has been told as
follows : "Hon. James Sullivan, upon
a tour of business and pleasure visited
the District of Maine, as it was then
said Mr. Williamson, dismounting
from his horse.
" 'Eunice, Sir,' returned the child.
' 'Who is your father?'
' T have none,' she said.
" 'Ah ! that's hard, indeed. Where
is your mother ?'
' 'She is sick and going to die too,'
cried the poor little girl. The feelings
of the gentlemen were touched by the
simplicity of the child. They followed
up their interest by further inquiries
and visited the house of the mother and
found the sick woman and her friendly
nurse. The nurse was talkative and in
answer to their questions informed
them that the mother was in the last
stages of consumption, and that her
Window from the Old Parsonage
mind was entirely occupied concerning
her child who would be left, on her
death, defenseless and unprotected.
Entering the room where the widowed
mother lay Mr. Williamson inquired if
she would be willing to put the child
under his protection. Her consent was
given with joy ; to her it seemed that
this event was ordered by that Being
who is the father of the fatherless and
the protector of the widow. Mr. Wil-
liamson promised to send for the child
as soon as the mother was no more, and
they took their leave. They called upon
the physician in attendance upon the
mother, and begged him to pay her
every attention his professional skill
could render, and write when she
breathed her last.
"In about six weeks this event took
place. Mr. Williamson sent immedi-
ately for the child who was according-
ly conveyed to Boston. On her arrival
there Maria Eunice Lord, for that was
her name, was received by her Boston
friends and soon after went to the old
town, earlier known by its Indian name
of Menotomy, now Arlington. Here
she was placed in the benevolent care of
a lady, Miss Mary Cook, the daughter
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MEN0T0MY PARSONAGE
of Parson Samuel Cook, the first min-
ister of the parish, and in her family
spent her early years."
The coming of little Eunice to the
parsonage marked a new era in the life
of Miss Cook. To be sure it added to
her cares, but there was something in
the nature of the little girl from the
country, so different from that of the
Boston girls whom she had known, that
softened and purified her own. The
voice of the child was music to the ears
of all the occupants of the house, and
not the least so to a —
young physician who
had just come to en-
joy the advantages of
the old parsonage,
and had quietly begun
to make his way to a
practice in the town.
He had been gradu-
ated at Harvard Col-
lege and its medical
school, and promised
to be an honor to the
profession which he
had chosen. Doctor
Timothy Wellington
became strongly at-
tached to the pretty
little girl. As time went on Aunt Cook
saw that the young doctor's fondness
for Eunice was ripening into love, and,
liking and respecting him as she did,
she could not discourage the attach-
ment. So when at the age of eighteen
Eunice went from the old parsonage as
his bride Miss Cook found a solace for
her loneliness in their happiness. Her
ward did not go, at marriage, beyond
her convenient oversight. From the
parsonage door Miss Cook looked
many times each day to the new home
across the highway. Had it been her
Miss Anna Bradshaw
own daughter's she could not have done
so with more evident satisfaction.
There was an occupant of the par-
sonage of a very different type from
those already introduced to the reader.
The Spanish Consul to New England
in seeking for retirement from the
growing city, was introduced to Miss
Cook, and found a pleasant home with
her. His natural characteristics served
as amusement for his hostess, who at
first manifested no admiration for the
official, but after a time became recon-
,,. ciled and derived not
a little pleasure from
Don Juan Stough-
ton's society. When
he was ill Miss Cook
was unremitting in
her faithful care and
attention, and when
he was laid to rest in
the Old Burying
Ground she felt that
another grave was
added to the many
tenanted by those who
had been dear to her
in life and whose
resting place was but
a step from her door.
Aunt Cook was not left in the par-
sonage alone, in her declining years,
but was comforted and cared for by
one to whom she had ministered when
left an orphan. Anna Bradshaw was
the one of the third generation to con-
tinue the family possession of the
house. Faithful to the traditions of the
family, she guarded it until the end of
her life. When loosening her hold upon
the many treasures of the parsonage,
she entrusted the contents of one draw-
er of her lamented grandfather's study
desk to one, who for name and kinship,
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MENOTOMY PARSONAGE
9i
she had a fond attachment. Maria Eu-
nice Wellington, or Mrs. Hodgdon,
even in advanced years, delighted in
showing a letter penned by the Tory,
Isaac Royall, while in banishment in
England. This letter was written to
his old tutor, Rev. Samuel Cook,
pleading with him to intercede
with the government of the State of
Massachusetts to allow him to return to
his home and estate in Medford.
True to her inherited instinct,. Miss
Bradshaw, the last of the family occu-
pants of the parsonage, devised the es-
tate to the church which she loved
and over which her grandfather was
settled as pastor in 1739. Now the
West Precinct was no longer known as
Menotomy but was duly incorporated
as West Cambridge. The march of
progress soon caused the removal of
the old parsonage and destroyed the
Lombardy poplars, but through the
thoughtfulness of Timothy Welling-
ton some interesting portions were
saved. Among them is one of the win-
dow shutters which bears the mark
of a British bullet, fired during the
running fight of the afternoon of April
J9> I775- A glazed window sash is
also treasured in the town, a gift of
Mrs. Eunice L. Wellington Hodgdon,
whose father had a particular interest
in it. It was one of the "best room"
windows, on the glass -of which various
autographs have been cut that give to
it both historic and sentimental inter-
est.
Naturally the first name to be placed
upon this autograph window was that
of the owner, the parson, and there is
to be read to-day, in bold characters,
the name of Samuel Cook and affixed to
it is the date 1772. One pane bears the
following : Madame De Neufville ;
Dr. Timothy Wellington
Nancy De Neufville; John De Neuf-
ville, Nov. 30, 1787. This trio consti-
tuted a family who shared the com-
forts of his home. The name is inter-
woven with several incidents of the
American Revolution. John De Neuf-
ville, according to a rude slab in the
Precinct Burying ground, was an em-
inent merchant in Amsterdam. His
death occurred at Menotomy in 1796.
It is claimed that he rendered efficient
service to this country during the war,
in promoting negotiations for a loan
from the Dutch capitalists, and that af-
ter the war he came to the United
States and established a business which
was not successful. His widow peti-
tioned Congress for relief, claiming
that the family embarrassment was due
to the efforts of her husband in be-
half of the distressed Colonies. Alex-
ander Hamilton, in a letter to Wash-
ington, in allusion to her claim said, "I
do not know what the case admits of ;
but from some papers she showed me,
it would seem she had pretentions to
the kindness of this country." She
afterwards became the wife of Don
Juan Stoughton, the Spanish consul
before mentioned.
The Tomb of Rev. Samuel Cook
Under the date of 1811, appear the
names of Rebecca Cook Bradshaw,
Mary Cook, Timothy Wellington, and
fancy, in careful dealing with several
unfinished or unsuccessful attempts
with the diamond point, may read Ma-
ria Eunice Lord. It was less than two
years later that this sunbeam of the
parsonage went out as the bride of the
young physician.
Another pane of the window shows
the name of A. C. Linzee, who was a
daughter of John De Neufville and
wife of Ralph T. Linzee. Andrew
Boardman and Mary Boardman, the
genealogist says, were prominent in
the first Parish in revolutionary days ;
Lizzie Sullivan was a member of the
Governor's family. Of the names
plainly to be traced are Silvanus Bour,
Nov. 30, 1787, John De Mady, Peter
Curtis, Jonathan Frost, Jnr., Samuel
Griffin, H. Judson and Ephraim Ran-
dall, with the initials of others, each
and all of whom have shared the hos-
pitality of the old parsonage and fain
would testify of it to their children's
children.
AMONG the first of the feathered
race to appear in the early
spring are the Bluebirds.
Sometimes they arrive before
the first of March, willing to brave its
cold and bitter winds, so eager are
they to return to New England. They
are found almost everywhere in in-
habited districts ; in old orchards,
along the country roadsides, and even
at times in the parks of the great cit-
ies. About May fifteenth the blue-
birds build their nests in some con-
cealed place, choosing by preference
a hollow post, or a deserted wood-
pecker's nest. Within it they build
one of grass, seaweed, rags, or any-
thing near at hand, and there are laid
four pale blue eggs. About June fif-
teenth the young birds are flying about
with their parents.
Another early comer is the Cow-
bird. He has no song to speak of and
little to bring him to our attention, ex-
cept the fact that he is too lazv to build
a home of his own in which to rear
the young, and hence his mate lays her
eggs in the nests of other birds. As
Cowbirds' eggs hatch more quickly
than those of other birds, the young
interloper has generally two or three
days' start of his nest fellows, with the
result that he, being stronger and bet-
ter developed, throws the lawful in-
mates out. At any rate, whatever
happens, he always fares well. The
eggs of the Cowbird are white, thick-
ly dotted with reddish brown, and she
usually lays them in the nests of the
Yellow Warbler, Pewee, or Indigo
Bird.
About April first, or a little later,
some interesting birds will be met with
in the thickest cedar-swamps. There
the Screech Owl may be seen, blink-
ing as if he could not quite make you
out. Upon penetrating into the deep-
est recesses of the swamp, one may
suddenly hear a gutteral croak, and
looking upward the eye encounters
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what appears to be a pile of brush on
every tree, and on each pile a dump-
ish bird with a long bill, more like a
hen than anything else. This is the
Black-crowned Night Heron, and it is
likely that there may be a hundred or
more nests in the colony. Each nest
contains four blue eggs about the size
and shape of a bantam's egg. In simi-
lar localities the Great Blue Heron, or
the Green Heron make their nests.
A little later the edges of the
swamps will be found alive with small
birds. Near the border of some pool
or brook, the Maryland Yellow-throats
build their home and one may hunt for
hours before it is discovered. The
beautiful little nest is usually well
hidden in some tussock or clump of
grass, and contains three or four white
eggs, dotted with brown. The parent
birds will do everything in their power
to divert your attention and it will be
hard to resist the wiles of the hand-
some black-headed little yellow male.
The Black-poll Warbler and the
Water Thrush will be there also, the
former noticeable by his black head.
Then, too, the Red-start may be found.
He is a strange little chap, sometimes
building his nest in low bushes, some-
w-£>
Blue Bird
American Robin
times in trees forty or fifty feet from
the ground. The Redstart's plumage
is not of the hue that his name implies,
but of orange and black, a good deal
like a Baltimore Oriole on a small
scale. This latter bird will come from
the South about May first, or a little
earlier, and flash like a ray of sun-
light from tree to tree. Presently
his more sombrely dressed mate
will put in an appearance and
the pair will begin about the end of
May to construct, at the tip of some
branch overhanging the roadside, one
of the nests with which we are all so
familiar. It is a beautiful nest, woven
out of fibres, with here and there a bit
of string or gaudy cloth for ornament.
Upon one occasion a patriotic person
hung red, white and blue worsted near
his home, hoping that an oriole, which
was building near by, would use some
of it ; and he was highly gratified when
on July Fourth, a brood of young ori-
oles resplendent in their orange and
black liveries of Lord Baltimore, for
whom the bird was first named,
chirped noisily from a red, white and
blue nest.
Leaving the wet haunts of these
birds and coming into the dry wood-
lands, where the ground has a peren-
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95
nial carpet of leaves and pine needles,
one will find the Water Thrush's near
relative, the Oven-bird. He makes his
appearance after May the first, sneak-
ing about the woods like a burglar, a
noisy one it must be said, for his song,
beginning low and gradually becom-
ing louder, ends abruptly at the top
of his vocal strength. He begins to
build his nest about June the first.
Unless the bird is flushed suddenly, it
is very difficult to discover, and one
must look very closely for the four
little eggs in their carefully roofed
resting place.
Up in the tall pines are the rarer
Wood-warblers. Oftentimes, in tramp-
ing through the woods, we hear an
«*8§g
Blackburnian Warbler
apparently insignificent chirp from
some tree-top, and find on careful in-
vestigation that it has come from some
bird of the Warbler family for which,
perhaps, we have been looking all day.
Early in the spring, before the trees
are well leaved out, is a very good
time to see these little fellows. The
Blackburnian Warbler, beautifully ar-
Yellow-Bellied Flycatcher
rayed in orange and black, the tiny
Parula Warbler, with its Quakerlike
dress of blue gray, set off by a saddle
of old gold, the Pine
Creeping Warbler and the
Black-throated Green
Warbler will all become
familiar to you in time.
The one last mentioned
nests in the tallest pine
trees and its nest is so tiny
that you will hardly find
it, unless you happen to
see the bird fly off.
The Yellow is the com-
monest of all our New
England Warblers, and is
known by half a dozen
names — Yellow Warbler,
Summer Warbler, Yel-
low Wren, Yellow Spar-
row and Yellow Bird being the ones
most frequently heard. The female
is olive green and is most quiet
and retiring, but the male bird in
his suit of yellow sprinkled with
brown, is a familiar figure on the
roadside shrubbery. It nests any-
where, often in barberry bushes, when
thev can be found, and never over six
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feet or so from the ground. The nest
is strongly built of plant fibres and
lined usually with fern down, or some
other soft material. There four white
eggs are laid, splotched and dotted
about the larger end with purplish
brown. This is one of the birds most
frequently burdened with the eggs of
the Cowbird, and it often happens that
the little warbler roofs over her first
nest and builds on it a second one in
her efforts to be rid of such an unwel-
come guest.
The other familiar member of this
family is the Chestnut-sided Warbler,
and is one of the most beautiful —
black and white, with a yellow cap,
and yellow wingbars set off by its dis-
tinguishing mark of bright chestnut ;
this bird makes the hillsides and wood-
ed places cheerful by its song. Its
nest, generally found in some low bush
on a hillside, is suspended between
Great Blue Heron
Chestnut-Sided Warbler
two branches, or a small fork of a
shrub, and contains usually four eggs
very much like those of the Yellow
Warbler in size and marking. It is
one of the most perfect examples of
bird architecture and does not easily
escape the notice of the ornithologist.
Another variety of Warbler often
seen in large numbers during the
spring migration, is the Yellow Rump,
a showy little bird in blue, gray and
yellow. It breeds but seldom in New
England, except in the more Northern
States, and then sparingly.
The Warbler family is very large,
and in addition to those birds already
mentioned, one may see in the spring
the following: Canadian, Wilson's.
Hooded, Maryland Yellow-throat,
Mourning, Connecticut, Prairie, Pine
Creeping, Yellow Palm, Yellow
Throated, Bay-breasted, Magnolia.
Black-throated Blue, Cape May, Ten-
nessee, Orange-crowned, Nashville,
Golden-winged, Blue-winged, Worm-
eating, Prothonotary, and Black and
White. The last named, sometimes
known as the Black and White
Creeper, is familiar to many lovers of
the woods. He is often to be seen
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97
running up and down the bark of large
trees, looking for the larvae and bugs
that form his diet. The nest, usually
on the ground at the foot of some large
tree, is a slight structure of grass, and
contains, when complete, four small
white eggs, with reddish brown dots
all over their surface.
Leaving the uplands and wandering
Black and White Warbler
down toward the river, along its banks
Blackbirds will be discovered looking
about for a suitable bush in which to
build their nests, or if it is fairly late
in May, one may see the male bird
perched on some branch overhanging
the stream, while he sings to his
heart's content. Within the thick bush-
es, or perhaps in the long grass, the
little brown female is quietly sitting
on her substantial nest. In the reeds
the marsh wrens are busily twittering
and excitedly peeping forth at anyone
who intrudes. Their nest is a won-
derfully made structure, carefully
woven of dead reeds and fastened to
living ones. It looks more like a gourd
than a nest. A tiny hole in the top ad-
mits the parent birds. It is carefuly
lined with feathers and soft material,
in which six or eight chocolate colored
eggs are deposited. This little nest
of the Marsh Wren's is one of the most
perfect of bird homes.
But what is that form that scuttled
away so suddenly, hardly giving one
a chance to determine its character ? A
careful search will reveal a Rail's nest,
with its complement of seven or eight
buff eggs speckled with black. In the
northernmost state of New England
may be found the Coot, which lays
its eggs on a tussock in the middle of
some marsh. The eggs resemble in
color those of the Rail, but in size are
as large as those of the bantam.
Cat Bird
In marshy borders of lakes or ponds
are found the nests of the Horned, or
Pied-billed Grebes (Hell-divers they
are called when they appear along the
sea coast in winter). They build a
platform of dead weeds, which they
anchor to living ones. The Loon con-
structs a similar resting place for the
two eggs (as large as those of the
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Belted Kingfisher
goose) which it lays each year, their
ground color being chocolate, with
black dots sparingly distributed over
the surface.
Some . birds build their summer
homes in strange places. For instance,
one would never think of finding the
Kingfisher, so familiar to all who live
near water, sitting on seven white eggs
at the end of a burrow which would
do credit to a woodchuck or rabbit, yet
this is the form of seclusion which is
sought. There is a gravel pit on the
banks of the Sudbury River in Mas-
sachusetts that is the home of hun-
dreds of Swallows and two pairs of
Kingfishers. The steep walls of this
pit are honey-combed with the little
holes of the Bank-swallows that live
there and each year raise their broods
to add to the numbers that skim over
the smooth surface of the river. One
may take a trowel and dig into the
bank for three feet before coming to
the end of the burrow, where on a few
grasses will be found at nesting time
four white eggs. These are the only
two New England birds, I believe, that
conceal their eggs in the earth, but
often birds use holes in trees for that
purpose. Many of them are lazy,
though, and have a habit of appropri-
ating the deserted nests of wood-
peckers which make their own excava-
tions often to the depth of eighteen
inches in sound green trees. There at
the bottom of the hole thus made, on
a few chips, they lay their eggs, always
white, but varying greatly in size ac-
cording to the variety. The Wood-
peckers found in New England are the
Red-headed, Hairy, Downy, Pileted,
Yellow-bellied, Red-naped, and Gold-
en-winged. In winter some of the
Arctic species come to us.
Along the sea-coast near fishing
grounds, may be seen the common
Terns hovering about, waiting to pick
up any bits of fish throAvn from the
fishermen's boats, and sometimes tak-
ing a hand themselves in the fishing.
Their near relatives, the Caspian, Arc-
tic, Roseate and Least Terns may be
met with them. These birds all breed
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99
Cooper's Hawk
in the various islands of the Vineyard
Sound group, particularly Muskegat
where they are protected. Some of the
Hawks will be seen
there also, notably
the Marsh Hawk,
which in his quest
for mice and
shrews flies low
over the wet
meadows. The
Red-sh ouldered
Hawk and the
S h a r p-s hinned
Hawk are the
ones that do the
damage; the
Marsh Hawk, dis-
tinguishabl e a
long way off by
his white rump,
will not invade the
poultry yard.
Toward the mid-
dle of May the Whip-poor-wills put
in an appearance, as do also their
near relatives the Night Hawks. The
Chimney Swallows are close con-
nections of these two, and if you
can manage to see the nest of one,
you will observe an odd provision
in nature which furnishes these
birds with a kind of glue to fas-
ten the basket-like nest against the side
of the chimney. The Pewee is known
by the constant reiteration of his own
name, and you may look for his nest
under old bridges and in similar
places. Then the Swallows will come
and build on some old barn, and if
one has time to watch their nest grow
bit by bit, it will be found most inter-
esting.
Vireos nest in the woods, but as
they come a little later than most
birds, they may be reserved for the
next article.
That o'audv woodland bird, the
Blue Jay
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THE BIRDS OF NEW ENGLAND
Redwinged Blackbird
Blue Jay, will make himself familiar
with you whether you want to meet
him or not. He will imitate all the
other birds in addition to his own cat-
like call, and at times give a cry like
the squeaking of an old door on a
windy day.
Sparrows without number come
from the South, the early arrivals be-
ing the Fox Sparrow, the largest of
his kind, and the White-throated Spar-
row. Both of these pass on to the
Northern limit of New England, close-
ly followed by many others.
A calendar of the birds of New
England during the months of March,
April and May is appended. This is
taken from "The Birds of New Eng-
land," by H. D. Minot. These dates
are only approximate, as the birds
come far earlier to Connecticut and
Rhode Island than to the Northern
States of New England.
The space allowed will hardly per-
mit the enumeration of more than half
the names of the birds which may
cross one's path in the spring season.
Bobolink
Cardinal Grosbeak
March ist-i5th.
Song Sparrows and Snow Birds
begin to sing. The Bluebirds and
Blackbirds come from the South,
and the Song Sparrows and Rob-
ins become more abundant.
March 1501-3 ist.
The Robins, Cedar-birds, Mead-
ow Larks become more numerous.
Blackbirds, Fox Sparrows, Bay-
winged Buntings, Cow-birds, and
Pewees arrive.
April.
The Kingfishers, Swallows,
Chipping Sparrows, Field Spar-
rows, Hermit Thrushes, Pine
Warblers, Red-poll Warblers,
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Ruby-crowned Kinglets, and some-
times White-throated Sparrows
appear.
May ist.
About the ist of the month the
Barn Swallows, Black and White
Warblers, Least Flycatchers,
Night Hawks, Purple Martins,
Solitary Vireo, Towhee Buntings,
Yellow-rump Warblers, and Yel-
low-winged Sparrows make their
appearance.
May 5th.
The Baltimore Orioles, Black-
throated Green Warblers, Catbirds,
Chimney Swallows, Wilson's
Thrushes, Yellow Warblers.
May ioth.
Blackburnian Warblers, Black-
cap Warblers, Black-throated
Blue Warblers, Parula Warblers,
Bobolinks, Chestnut-sided Warb-
lers, Oven-birds, Golden-winged
Warblers, House Wrens, Hum-
ming-birds, King birds, Maryland
Yellow-throats, Nashville Warb-
lers, Redstarts, Rose-breasted
Grosbeaks, Warbling Vireos, Wa-
ter Wagtails, Wood Thrushes, and
Yellow-throated Vireos arrive.
May 15th.
The Bay-breasted, Magnolia,
Black-poll, Canadian, and Mourn-
ing Warblers arrive, also the Ol-
ive-sided Flycatchers, Traill's Fly-
catchers and White-crowned Spar-
rows appear.
May 20th.
About the 20th the Tennessee
Warblers, the Yellow-bellied Fly-
catchers and the Wood Pewees
mav be looked for.
Lark Bunting
A Century of Choral Singing in
New England
By Henry C. Lahee
THE cause of music in New
England has always re-
ceived its greatest impulse
from the enthusiasm of men
who, while possessed of comparatively
small technical ability or musical edu-
cation, put the whole force of their
souls into the work of helping the
masses of people to a higher enjoy-
ment of music than that in which they
found them. Their accomplishments
to this end must always be regarded
with respect, for he who does the most
for the cause of music in a nation is the
man who inspires the greatest number
with a love for the art and a desire for
some knowledge of it, and as choral
singing affords the surest foundation,
we naturally look to those men who
have been foremost in its cultivation.
Until the latter part of the eigh-
teenth century there was practically no
choral singing except in the church,
but an enthusiast arose who not only
initiated important reforms in church
choirs, but also established that pecul-
iar institution of olden times generallv
known as the "singing skewl," and
who is said to have originated, in New
England, the concert.
This enthusiast was William Bil-
lings, born in Charlestown, Massachu-
setts, a tanner by trade, who has been
described as a mixture of the ludi-
crous, eccentric, commonplace, active,
patriotic, and religions elements, with
a slight touch of musical and poetic
talent. He was deformed, — one arm
somewhat withered, one leg shorter
than the other, and blind of one eye,
and he was given to the habit of con-
tinually taking snuff. He had a sten-
torian voice, drowning that of every
singer near him. He was an advocate
of the "fuguing tunes" then being in-
troduced into the country from Eng-
land, and he wrote many such tunes
himself, using the sides of leather in
his tannery on which to work out his
musical ideas with a piece of chalk.
With the compositions of Billings,
crude as they were and amusing, we
have nothing to do. Let a single sam-
ple, and that a poem (?) stand for all.
This verse was written as a dedication
ode to his "New England Psalm
Singer," published in 1770: —
O, praise the Lord with one consent,
And in this grand design
Let Britain and the Colonies
Unanimously join.
Billings introduced the bass viol into
the church and thus broke down the
ancient Puritanical prejudice against
musical instruments. He also was the
first to use the pitch pipe in order to
ensure some degree of certainty in
"striking up the tune" in church. Bil-
lings gradually drifted away from tan-
ning and became a singing teacher.
As early as 1774 he began to teach a
class at Stoughton, and as a result of
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his labors the Stoughton Musical So-
ciety, which still flourishes, was
formed in 1786, and it has the record
of being the first musical society of
Massachusetts. The Dartmouth, N.
H., Handel Society was also formed
about this time, and numerous singing
schools sprang up, for the example of
Billings was followed by others. In-
deed, Billings was able to impart so
much enthusiasm to his classes and he
taught them to sing with such good
swing and expression, that singing be-
came a revelation to most people. He
died at the beginning of the nineteenth
century, but he had given the impulse
which has gathered in force with each
succeeding year, and which has been
carried forward and increased by other
enthusiasts.
The Massachusetts Musical Society
was formed in 1807 with the same
object as most of the singing societies,
viz., that of singing psalms and an-
thems. It was dissolved in 1810, but
in 181 5 the Handel and Haydn Society
was formed, and on December 25th of
that year, gave a performance at
King's Chapel in Boston of the first
part of Haydn's ''Creation," and airs
and choruses selected from Handel's
works. The audience numbered nine
hundred and forty-five and the verdict
on the performance was, "Such was
the excitement of the hearers, and at-
tention of the performers, that there is
nothing to compare with it at the
present day." There had, however,
been performances of oratorio in Bos-
ton previous to this, both in 1812 and
1813 under the direction of Dr. Jack-
son, the organist, at that time, of the
Brattle Street church. At this last
performance, in 1813, part of the Det-
tinsren Te Deum and the Hallelujah
Chorus were given by a choir of two
hundred and fifty voices and an or-
chestra of fifty instruments, and the
impulse given by this concert undoubt-
edly had much to do with the forma-
tion of the Handel and Haydn Society.
Thus within fifteen years of the
death of Billings, choral singing, poor
as it was, had reached a much higher
plane than that in which he left it.
Amongst his most eminent contem-
poraries and successors were Andrew
Law, who was a better musician,
though a man of less magnetism ;
Jacob Kimball, less original than Bil-
lings ; Oliver Holden, first a carpenter
and joiner of Charlestown, then
teacher of singing, composer of hymns
and fuguing tunes, and later a pub-
lisher ; Samuel Holyoke, of Boxford,
teacher of singing, violin, flute and
clarinet; Daniel Read, Timothy Swan,
Jacob French, Oliver Shaw, a blind
singer, and many others, who all flour-
ished and taught the "singin' skewl."
A vivid description of an old fash-
ioned New England singing school was
given in the Musical Visitor for Janu-
ary, 1842, by Moses Cheney, an old
time preacher and singer, who was
born in 1776. Elder Cheney was the
progenitor of the well known family
nf sinerers of that name, who during:
the middle of the century traveled all
over the country giving" concerts.
After relating some incidents of his
childhood. Elder Cheney says:
"We were soon paraded all around the
room, standing up to a board supported by
old-fashioned kitchen chairs. . . . The
master took his place inside the circle, took
out of his pocket a paper manuscript, with
rules and tunes all written with pen and ink,
read the rules, and then said we must attend
to the rising and falling of the notes. I shall
now take the liberty to rail ladies and g?n-
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tlemen and things just as they were called
in that school, and I begin with the rules as
they were called, first:
FLATS.
The natural place for mi is in B
But if B be flat mi is in E.
If B and E be flat mi is in A.
If B, E, and A be flat mi is in D.
If B, E, A, and D be flat mi is in G.
SHARPS.
But if F be sharp mi is in F.
If F and C be sharp mi is in C.
If F, C, and G be sharp mi is in G.
If F, C, G, and D be sharp mi is in D.
"These rules as then called were all that
was presented in that school.
"The books contained one part each, bass
books, tenor books, counter books, and
treble books. Such as sung bass had a bass
book ; he that sung tenor had a tenor book ;
he who sang counter a counter book, and
the gals, as then called, had treble books.
I had no book. With all these things before
the school the good master began, 'Come,
boys, you must rise and fall the notes first
and then the gals must try.' So he began
with the oldest, who stood at the head, —
'Now follow me right up and down ; sound.'
bo he sounded, and followed the master up
and down as it was called. Some more
than half could follow the master. Others
would go up two or three notes and then
fall back lower than the first note. My
feelings grew acute. To see some of the
large boys, full twenty years old, make such
dreadful work, what could I do ! Great fits
of laughing, both with boys and gals, would
often occur. . . . Then the gals had
their turn to rise and fall the notes. 'Come,
gals, now see if you can't beat the boys.' So
when he had gone through the gals' side of
the school he seemed to think the gals had
done rather the best. Now the rules were left
for tunes. Old Russia was brought on first.
The master sang it over several times, first
with the bass, then with the tenor, then with
the counter and then with the trebles. Such
as had notes looked on, such as had none
listened to the rest. In this way the school
went on through the winter. A good num-
ber of tunes were learned in this school and
were sung well as we thought, but as to the
science of music very little was gained.
"At the close of the school, and after
singing the last night, we made a settlement
with the master. He agreed 'to keep,' as
then called, for one shilling and sixpence a
night, and to take his pay in Indian corn at
three shillings a bushel. A true dividend
of the cost was made among the boys, the
gals found the candles for their part, and it
amounted to thirteen quarts and one pint of
corn apiece. After the master had made
some good wishes on us all, we were dis-
missed and all went home in harmony and
good union."
It would be difficult to find a more
touching or more convincing tribute to
the value of the singing school than
that given by Elder Cheney. "Think
for a moment," he says, "a little boy at
twelve years of age, growing up in the
shade of the deep and dense forests of
New Hampshire, seldom out of the
sight of his mother, or the hearing of
her voice, never saw a singing master
or a musical note — seldom ever heard
the voice of any human being except
in his own domestic circle, by the fire-
side of his father's humble hearth.
Think of it ! Now he is a member of
a school — more, a singing school !
Singing the tunes by note ! Singing
'We live above !' Carrying any part
all in the same high boy's voice. O,
that winter's work. The foundation
of many happy days for more than
fifty years past. The master too ! Ah,
that blessed form of a man. His bright
blue, sparkling eyes and his sweet,
angelic voice — his manifest love and
care for his pupils — everything com-
bined to make him one of a thousand."
Then comes a repetition of the story
of Elijah and Elisha, with a New Eng-
land coloring. "Forty-three years ago"
(one hundred and four years from
the present date, for Mr. Cheney wrote
in 1841) "or the winter after I was
twenty-one, I followed Mr. William
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105
Tenney, the best instructor I had ever
found. He taught every afternoon and
evening in the week, Sunday excepted.
When he left us, he gave me his sing-
ing book and wooden pitch pipe and
told me to believe I was the best singer
in the world and then I should never
be afraid to sing anywhere.
After this last school, from the time of
my age, twenty-one, I have taught
singing until I became fifty — that is,
more or less, from time to time."
There is in the Religious Monthly of
1861 an acount of the Oxford, Massa-
chusetts, singing school, founded in
1830, in which a good deal of human
nature is revealed. The jealousies
among the singers, their sarcastic re-
marks, at one another's expense, and
the oddities of the teacher are very
amusing. "Fill your chests and open
your mouths. Don't squeeze your
mouths as if you were going to whistle
Yankee Doodle," the teacher exclaims,
and then proceeds to give an example
of a thunderous tone, roll it, quaver
and shake it. Then he shows the oppo-
site, in mimicry of his class. Now the
pupils endeavor to imitate him, and
subject themselves to the biting sar-
casm of their fellow pupils, — "Now
I understand being threatened with
lock-jaw," says one. "She looks as if
she was trying to swallow the uni-
verse," another exclaims. But these
little pleasantries have become unin-
teresting by frequent repetition, and
we may well turn to a later number of
the same journal and glance at an ac-
count of "a singing school of fifty
years ago," which means about 1820:
"The class arrives in a straggling stream,
the meeting being held at seven o'clock in
the parish vestry. The teacher takes from
his pocket a yellow flute with one key, fits
the parts together with much care, adjusts
the instrument to the corner of his mouth
and gives a preliminary flourish. With a
few well considered remarks the school is
open for the season.
"The pupils are marshalled according to
their voices and attainments. Now he
stands before a row of young ladies, gets
the pitch from the yellow flute and elevates
his sonorous voice. Now he listens along
the line for unison or discord, as the class
repeat the note or passage. From the rattle
of short, diffident responses, let off at every
possible grade, his quick ear is able, after
some severe trials of patience, to judge of
the materials offered. They are afterwards
put through a series of more difficult tests.
At one bench shrill tenors respond as
through a comb covered with thin paper.
Boys crow like young chanticleers, or fall
into ruins from some high note, while basses
drop into unfathomable depths of sound
which seem to come up everywhere through
the floor and give no hint of origin or rela-
tion to other sounds.
"Failing at his bench to govern the tones
of the class by his voice, the teacher now
goes to an obscure corner of the candle-
lighted room and returns with a violoncello
in a green bag, and after some wailings
and shrieks from the upper strings, groans
from the lower ones, and a little tub-tub-
tubbing with the thumb and finger, the in-
strument is in tune and away they go at it
again guided in their perilous path by the
tones of the bass viol.
"As the class proceeds from week to
week, Fa, Sol, La become obsolete, varieties
of time and movement are noted, keynotes
discovered, and the class goes from "Dun-
dee" and "Old Hundred" to more stirring
music. Now they start on some ambitious
fuguing tunes of Billings and Holden, in
which the several parts worry and puzzle
each other like half a dozen reckless fire
engines in full cry to a conflagration, and
the few remaining lessons are more like
musical reunions."
A graphic picture is given of the
bent and aged sexton, an old sailor,
and his frequent dashes to the door to
disperse the crowd of young street buc-
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A CENTURY OF CHORAL SINGING IN NEW ENGLAND
caneers who gather to have some fun
at the expense of the class. At them
he hurls a broadside of invective, of
which his sea training has made him
master. The grotesque shadows of
the teacher cast upon the wall by the
dim glimmer of the candles afford
gentle mirth. Then, too, many a run-
ning noose flung over young people
unawares at the singing school was
drawn into a love-knot in after months
and years. Undoubtedly the singing-
school was a great institution in its day.
Another great factor in the develop-
ment of choral singing amongst the
people was the Musical Convention,
and the establishment of these conven-
tions has generally been attributed to
Lowell Mason. But we must refer
again to the Cheney family and quote
from a letter written by Moses E.
Cheney, the son of Elder Cheney.
"You know, perhaps, that the singing con-
ventions, or 'musical conventions,' had their
beginning in Montpelier, Vermont, in May,
1839, and that your humble servant was the
projector, and that they were continued
yearly until five very successful conventions
had been held. At every convention a com-
mittee was appointed to fix upon a town
within the state for the next convention and
give due notice to the newspapers. The five
conventions under the organization were
held at the following villages : Montpelier,
1839; Newberry, 1840; Windsor, 1841 ;
Woodstock, 1842 ; Middlebury, 1843. The
committee made no appointment for 1844
and that ended the organization. Seven
years later, when I returned to Vermont to
live, I found that musical conventions had
been going on for three or four years.
Mason, Baker, Woodbury, Root and others
were holding them ; it was a new start.
Plainly enough they had all rooted from the
convention held in Montpelier in 1839."
Mr. Cheney then enters into the de-
tails of the origin of these conventions :
"E. K. Prouty, a broken merchant in
Waterford, then a travelling peddler with a
horse and wagon, came along with his cart
and took me to Coventry. As he was a
singing teacher there, we could meet some
singers and have a great musical time.
Very good. Prouty was a fine singer and
also a composer, ten years my senior. Af-
terward I used to meet Prouty who kept
me aroused to music, and soon I was teach-
ing in Montpelier and leading the brick
church choir. I was in request as a teacher
for all I could do. Well, in 1836 Prouty
was visiting his wife's relations at the Cap-
ital. I chanced to meet him, and he was
very eloquent on the subject of music. As
we parted I said to him jocularly, 'Prouty,
we must have a musical convention.'
"I soon found myself seriously in thought
on the subject. I spoke of it to Judge
Redfield and other eminent persons, all of
whom gave their approval. Judge Howes
said a call must be issued, inviting the peo-
ple to assemble for a convention. So I
trained all my schools to the practice of un-
usual tunes, anthems, quartets, male quar
tets, duets and solos for both sexes. We
used for secular music 'The Boston Glee
Book' and Kingsley's two volumes. We
had more than two hundred singers, half of
them good and some very good. All could
read music. Every one, I think, knew his
or her part. The convention was held May
22 and 23, 1839. • • • Lowell Mason
knew nothing of it ; Henry E. Moore knew
nothing of it. The musical convention was
begotten and born in Vermont, not
in Massachusetts ; in Montpelier, not in
Boston. It was suggested, nursed and
trained by Moses E. Cheney and not by
Lowell Mason, who stated at our third con-
vention, held at Windsor in 1841, that that
was the first day he had ever stepped foot
into Vermont. Our committee invited him
to come to lead our singing. He came
bringing two hundred Carmina Sacras just
from the press, and the convention sang the
new music. He said to me that Vermont
was the second state in the Union in point
of musical culture. He did not think it the
equal of Massachusetts, but it surpassed all
other states."
The officers of the first musical con-
vention, held at Montpelier, were :
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IO'
President, Joshua Bates, President of
Middlebury College; Vice-president,
E. P. Walton ; Secretary, E. P. Wal-
ton, Jr. ; Treasurer, Solomon Durgin ;
Director, Moses E. Cheney; Organist,
John H. Paddock.
There were also thirteen clergymen
present, who spoke on thirteen dif-
ferent subjects, all connected with
music. Their speeches were inter-
spersed with anthems, tunes and glees
which constituted the prime object of
the convention.
There appears to have been a pecu-
liar confusion of name in connection
with musical meetings. The word
"convention," which has been custom-
arily applied to such affairs as that just
related, means a gathering of select
persons for discussion of a subject.
This certainly does not apply very well
to the conventions of the Cheney type,
which consisted of singers gathered
together from far and wide for the
purpose of singing, but it does apply
very aptly to the gatherings organized
by Lowell Mason and called Teachers'
Institutes. These were really gather-
ings of teachers f on the purpose of dis-
cussing matters of musical education.
They were held at various places and
lasted a few weeks. As an institute is
essentially something on a firm founda-
tion and of a lasting nature this title
seems peculiarly inappropriate, even
more so than the use of the word con-
vention for musical festival.
With all due allowance for confusion
of terms, there is still evidence that
Elder Cheney is mistaken as to the
origin of the musical convention, for
according to good authorities a similar
gathering was held at Concord, N. H.,
in 1829, under the auspices of the Cen-
tral Musical Society of that State, and
was conducted by Henry E. Moore,
the same gentleman who, according to
Elder Cheney, knew nothing of the
Montpelier convention of 1839.
Jt is now advisable to go back a
little for the purpose of sketching the
career of Lowell Mason and his great-
est works — introducing singing into
the public schools, and establishing
conventions — that is, "Teachers' In-
stitutes."
Lowell Mason will always be a
prominent figure in the history of
music in America. He marked the
transition period from the illiteracy of
the beginning of the nineteenth cen-
tury to the generally diffused musical
information of the present time. To
him we owe some of our best ideas in
religious music, elementary musical
education, music in the public schools,
the popularization of classical chorus
singing, and the art of teaching music
on the inductive plan. In short, he
formed the musical taste of his gen-
eration and of the next following, and
has been called, "The Father of Music
in America."
Lowell Mason was born in Medfield,
Massachusetts, January 8, 1792, and
was the son of a manufacturer of
straw bonnets. As a boy he had a
great fondness for music, but such a
thing as devoting himself to it for a life
business was not contemplated. In
school he did not distinguish himself,
and although he had no bad habits, he
acquired the reputation of being a
ne'er do well. His thirst for every-
thing relating to musical art was £reat,
and he amused himself by learning to
play almost every instrument which
came in his way. This he could do
with very little trouble, and he taught
singing schools, led a choir and became
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prominent in his native town quite
early. At the age of twenty he went
South with a view to making his for-
tune. He secured a position in a bank
at Savannah, but there also his chief
work became that of teaching singing
and leading a choir, which soon be-
came famous in the surrounding
country, not only for the musical qual-
ity of its work, but especially for the
religious spirit which characterized
its singing.
In 1825 Deacon Julius Palmer, of
Boston, spent a Sabbath in Savannah
and was so impressed with the music
in the Presbyterian church where Mr.
Mason was playing the organ and lead-
ing the choir, that on his return home
he interested a number of gentlemen in
joining a movement to invite Mr.
Mason to remove to Boston and work
for the improvement of church music
there. The result was that Lowell
Mason moved to Boston in 1827 and
took charge of the choirs of Dr. Lyman
Beecher's church in Hanover Street,
Dr. Edward Beecher's and the Park
Street church. After a time the plan
of managing three church choirs was
found not to work well and he con-
fined his labors to the first. In the
same year he was elected president of
the Handel and Haydn Society, a posi-
tion which he held for five years.
Meanwhile his mind became occu-
pied with schemes for the musical edu-
cation of children. In 1829 he met Mr.
William C. Woodbridge, who had been
abroad for several years studying edu-
cational systems, and brought with him
the published works of Pestalozzi and
the music book on Pestalozzian prin-
ciples by Nageli and other writers.
Being engaged to lecture in Bos-
ton Mr. Woodbridge wished to find
some school children to help him
with illustrations of a musical nature
and was referred to Lowell Mason,
who had a well trained class of
boys. Mr. Mason did not at first care
to change his method in favor of that
of Pestalozzi, and it was not until after
a good deal of persuasion that he con-
sented to teach a class upon the new
system. The result, however, so far
surpassed his expectations that he was
permanently converted, and became a
consistent advocate of the inductive
method.
It was apparently this new departure
which caused his resignation from the
presidency of the Handel and Haydn
Society, for many of the members were
old fashioned, and opposed to innova-
tions. It also caused the founding of
the Boston Academy of Music in 1833.
Shortly after his conversion to the
new method, efforts were made to es-
tablish music as a regular study in the
public schools, and in 1832 a resolution
was passed by the primary school
board to the effect that "one school
from each district be selected
for the introduction of syste-
matic instruction in vocal mu-'
sic." The experiment did not
prove to be more than a partial trial
and Mr. Mason became convinced that
it was necessary to bring more potent
influences to bear in shaping public
opinion as a motive power with the
educational authorities. He therefore
organized gratuitous classes for chil-
dren and gave concerts to illustrate
their proficiency and the practicability
of his scheme for primary musical edu-
cation, and thus the people's interest
became aroused.
This all took time and it was not
until 1836 that the school board, on
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c9
petitions from citizens, authorized the
introduction of music into the public
schools, and even then the city failed
to make the necessary appropriation.
Mr. Mason, however, was not to be
daunted by trifles after he had gone so
far, and he volunteered to teach in one
school for a year without charge. He
did this and in addition supplied the
pupils with books and materials at his
own expense. The result was that the
report of the committee on music in
1838 testified to the entire success of
the experiment and said: "The com-
mittee will add, on the authority of the
masters of the Hawes School, that the
scholars are farther advanced in their
studies at the end of this than of any
other year."
Thus, seven years after the enter-
prise was first taken in hand by Mr.
Mason, a work was accomplished
whose influence has ever more been
felt and continues to expand in its
beneficent operation throughout the
whole United States. Music was
formally adopted as a public school
study and Lowell Mason was placed in
charge of the work. In 1839 the school
committee said in their report, "It may
be regarded as the Magna Charta of
musical education in America."
Lowell Mason remained in charge of
the music in the public schools of Bos-
ton until 1853 when he was superseded
by a former pupil of his own, an event
which caused him some mortification,
although of a nature common in city
politics.
Shortly after this, Mr. Mason went
abroad where he was received with
great honor and everywhere recog-
nized as an eminent teacher and a most
impressive lecturer.
Aside from his books, and occasional
musical conventions, his last days were
not occupied with teaching, with the
exception of the Normal Musical In-
stitutes held for several years at North
Reading, Massachusetts, where he con-
ducted the oratorio choruses and the
sacred music classes, and brought them
to a remarkable degree of perfection.
The degree of Doctor of Music was
conferred upon him by the University
of Yale.
Dr. Mason was a natural teacher,
full of tact, logical, handy with the
black board and delightfully simple in
his phraseology. He declared that
teachers ought to be promoted down-
wards, for the real work must be done
at the bottom. His great merits were
his simplicity, sincerity and unaffected
kindness. He died at Orange, N. J.,
in 1872.
The establishment of the "conven-
tion" was a part of Lowell Mason's
plan for the education of the masses in
singing by note. The Boston Academy
of Music was founded with this object
in view and in 1834, the year after its
establishment, a course of lectures was
given by its professors to teachers of
singing schools, and others. The
"others" must have been few in num-
bers for the lectures, we are told, were
attended by twelve persons, most of
whom had been accustomed to teach.
In 1835 a similar course was given
with an attendance of eighteen persons,
besides several of the class of '34. In
1836 the membership rose to twenty-
eight, besides members of the previous
classes, and the gentlemen present on
this occasion organized themselves into
a convention for the discussion of
questions relating to the general sub-
ject of musical education, church
music, and musical performances, dur-
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ing such hours as were not occupied by
the lectures.
It is not our purpose to follow the
history of the convention in detail. It
resembled the course of true love
which never does run smoothly. Suf-
fice it to say that the con-
vention became a popular method
for the diffusion of musical
knowledge, — and sometimes also for
the display of ignorance. Much
good was done by it, however, and
when properly conducted, with its true
intentions carried out it enabled the
psalm-tune teacher, the music teacher
from small country towns, and mem-
bers of singing societies or church
choirs to hear new works rendered by
a good chorus, to gather some new
and much needed information, and
sometimes to enjoy the inspiring per-
formance of some noted artist.
Like every other good thing, it was
subject to abuse, and many conventions
were held by ignorant impostors, men
of low tastes, and those whose sole ob-
ject was "trade," but on the whole the
convention wrought much good, and
helped to make possible the Oratorio
and Choral Society.
The evolution of the Oratorio So-
ciety in New England was not rapid,
and we may perhaps get the best idea
of it by tracing the history of choral
singing in one of the smaller cities.
Let us take Salem, Massachusetts,
for our example. Previous to T814
there was an association called the
Essex Musical Society, by which were
held primitive festivals in different
towns in the county, but the first regu-
lar society formed in Salem was the
Essex South Musical Society, organ-
ized in October, 1814, with Isaac
Flagg of Beverly for director, and
consisting of about sixty members. It
was customary in those days for the
clergy to make addresses on musical
subjects at the public performances
and even at the rehearsals, and many
of these were considered important
and undoubtedly aided in developing
the interest in music. This society con-
tinued to exist for ten years and a half,
the last concert being given on No-
vember 20, 1829.
There were also other societies, — ■
the Handel Society was organized in
1 81 7 and lasted three years ; the Haydn
Society came into existence in 1821,
but was short lived ; the Mozart Asso-
ciation was formed in 1825 and existed
nearly ten years. These societies chose
ambitious names, and sang selections
from Handel, Haydn and Mozart, be-
sides minor composers, but the mem-
bers were untrained in the vocal art,
except for such instruction as was af-
forded by the old fashioned singing
school.
In 1832 the Salem Glee Club was
formed for the purpose of studying a
lighter and more modern class of
music. This society flourished for
about twenty years and became very
efficient. There was also the Salem
Social Singing Society formed in 1839.
and a new Mozart Association in 1840.
In 1846 the Salem Academy of
Music was formed, with a membership
of fifty persons and an orchestra of
sixteen instruments, and in 1849 tne
Salem Philharmonic Society was or-
ganized. These two societies amalga-
mated in 1855 under the name of the
Salem Choral Society. All these so-
cieties tended to raise the standard of
music, more ambitious work was con-
tinually being done, better musicians
were constantlv becoming associated.
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and the general average of musical
knowledge was greater each year.
In 1868 the time was considered
ripe for the formation of a society
capable of performing the greater
choral works and the result was the
establishment of the Salem Oratorio
Society, which has always had a high
reputation. The prominent names in
the musical history of Salem include
Henry K. Oliver, Dr. J. F. Tucker-
man, B. J. Lang, Manuel Fenolosa,
Carl Zerrahn and others.
Some of the most noted choral socie-
ties are the Worcester County Musical
Association of Worcester, Mass., the
Hampden County Musical Associa-
tion of Springfield, Mass. ; the Salem
Oratorio Society ; and the Portland
Oratorio Society. New Bedford,
Mass., Hartford and New Haven,
Conn., Burlington, Vt., and many
other cities and towns have flourishing
choral societies.
In the middle of the century there
was little or no earnest musical effort
outside of the two or three largest
cities, which was not included in the
range of culture represented by Lowell
Mason and his associates, who effected
a great deal in the way of introducing
the chief choruses from the great ora-
torios.
After the war the conditions changed.
Many musical societies were formed,
but with the increase of wealth and
culture there became a wider differ-
ence between the advanced and the
elementary grades of knowledge. Thus
while a high class of music was culti-
vated amongst the few, the masses of
people did not advance, — in fact they
apnear to have retrograded.
Nevertheless the work of the conven-
tion and the musical institute went
steadily on, and made possible the
Peace Jubilee of 1869.
This great musical festival was
planned by P. S. Gilmore and it was
intended to "whip creation." The
plan included a chorus of twenty
thousand voices, an orchestra of two
thousand, an audience of fifty thous-
and, and a building to hold them all.
In addition to all these wonders, there
were to be soloists, both vocal and in-
strumental, suitable for the occasion.
To give a complete history of the affair
would take more space than can be
spared, and would lead us beyond the
limits of this paper, but some little
sketch of the chorus, which actually
exceeded ten thousand voices is within
our province, and at the same time it
may be remarked that a second Jubilee
was held in 1872 in which the num-
bers planned for the first one were
realized, and the whole program car-
ried out with all its elaborate details,
even to the importation of several of
the finest military bands from Europe.
The first Jubilee was financially a suc-
cess, the second a failure. It will an-
swer our purpose to glance at the first
only, for the second was merely a rep-
etition on a larger scale, the methods
employed being the same, but the artis-
tic result certainly no greater, because
of the unwieldy mass of material to be
managed.
From the beginning the project was
worked up with consummate skill, first
in the securing of financial support,
second in advertising and third in the
organizing of the chorus and orches-
tra. When Mr. Gilmore first ventilated
his huge plan, he visited many of Bos-
ton's musicians and organizers, but
they were appalled by the magnitude
of the undertaking:. Finallv he sue-
ii2 A CENTURY OF CHORAL SINGING IN NEW ENGLAND
ceeded in interesting Dr. Eben Tour-
jee, who, after a couple of days' reflec-
tion, came to the conclusion that the
scheme was feasible, and convinced
other men who were influential in mus-
ical and financial circles.
Mr. Gilmore could not have secured
a more efficient assistant than Dr.
Tourjee, who was a born organizer
and an inspirer of enthusiasm in oth-
ers, whom he impressed by his inborn
grace and suavity of manners. For
many years Eben Tourjee had worked,
with the desire to make possible for
the masses the best musical education.
He became impressed, during a foreign
journey, with the idea of establishing
a musical conservatory in America
similar to the great institutions abroad,
and his efforts in that direction bore
fruit in the New England Conserva-
tory. In regard to the establishment
of this institution an amusing story is
told, which gives the keynote to Dr.
Tourjee's ingenuity and tenacity of
purpose. On unfolding his plans to a
friend from whom he wished to secure
financial aid, he was told, "You can no
more do it than you can make a whistle
out of a pig's tail." Tourjee went off,
but in a few days returned to his friend
and showed him a whistle which he
had made out of a pig's tail. In such
ways he enlisted the confidence of
moneyed men, his scheme was carried
out and the whistle is to be seen to this
day in the museum of the New Eng-
land conservatory.
When Dr. Tourjee decided to co-
operate with Gilmore in the Peace Jub-
ilee, it not only saved the Jubilee but
ensured its success, and the result of
this success was that Dr. Tourjee was
called upon to lecture all over the coun-
try. By this means he established "the
Praise Service," giving lectures and
illustrating the subject in nearly one
thousand churches, and inspiring a
vast number of people with his own
enthusiasm.
The organization of the chorus was
thus placed in the hands of Dr. Eben
Tourjee, whose great services in the
cause of musical education had already
become conspicuous. Dr. Tourjee
sent out invitations to all choral socie-
ties, clubs, choirs and conventions to
join the huge chorus. The replies came
in quickly, many new societies sprang
up and choruses were organized
for the occasion. Musical instruction
in the public schools had been unosten-
tatiously feeding all these fountains.
The program was laid out and sent to
each organization. The singers came
together in their respective towns with
enthusiasm and in the work of rehears-
al, the sense of participation was in-
spiring and uplifting.
When the great gathering took place
and visitors streamed to Boston for the
final rehearsals en masse there was in-
describable enthusiasm. Perhaps the
greatest object lesson of the whole fes-
tival was the chorus of seven thousand
school children giving a concert of
simple music on the last day of the
week. No greater testimonial to the
work of Lowell Mason could have been
devised.
As far as the artistic results of the
Jubilee are concerned, there was much
that was disappointing, although some
grand effects were produced at times,
especially in the rendering of the great
chorals from the Oratorios. It gave a
new impulse to the cause of choral
singing all over the country. The first
bond of union of the new societies was
the practice of good music, — the great
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works of Handel, Haydn, Mozart and culture, is impossible except in the capital
Mendelssohn °^ New England. Children in Boston learn
Tj_ -u , , ,, r 11 music with their alphabet. Singing by note
It will be seen bv the following- sta- , l 5r s y
. , \ . — not the mere screaming of tunes — is
tistics that by far the greatest part of taught in the most thorough and systematic
the chorus was recruited from Boston manner in all the public schools. This is why
and its immediate vicinity, although Boston has such magnificent choruses; and
there were representatives from states sha11 we not ^ that the charming good
r ,. , T11. . j ^-m • t order, good temper, and enthusiasm which
as far distant as Illinois and Ohio, in . . . . ,
were so conspicuous in the motley crowd
the second Jubilee the representations that overfl0wed the Coliseum were also at-
were from almost, if not quite, every tnbutable in no small degree to the refining
State as far west as Nebraska, and the and elevating influence of an early musical
chorus was twice as large. In com- education. Here New York and all the
x1 T , ., ,, -xT great cities of America may find their lesson
menting upon the Jubilee, the New , . .. „
York Tribune said : m, > « ■ 1. r •
Ine iollowmg list 01 organizations
'The Jubilee could have been organized whkh took part in the peace Jubilee
nowhere but in Boston. A great orchestra r 0^ . , . r
u 11 *. a t, u j 1. t, ,u of 1869 is taken from Dwight s Journal
can be collected by anybody who has the y & J
the money to pay for it; but a great chorus, of Music. We copy simply the mat-
in the present state of American musical ter referring to the Chorus :
MASSACHUSETTS.
Directors. Members.
Boston Chorus — Bumstead Hall Classes Carl Zerrahn, P. S. Gilmore, and
Eben Tourj ee 2934
Handel and Haydn Society, Boston Carl Zerrahn 649
Boston Choral Society, South Boston J. C. D. Parker 278
Chelsea Choral Society John W. Tufts 504
Newton Choral Society George S. Trowbridge 221
Worcester Mozart & Beethoven Ch. Union .... Solon Wilder 202
Salem Carl Zerrahn 269
Randolph J. B. Thayer 101
Spingfield Mendelssohn Union Amos Whiting 113
Georgetown Musical Union E. Wildes 51
Newburyport Charles P. Morrison 92
Haverhill Musical Union J. K. Colby 132
Fall River Chorus Society C. H. Robbins 75
Medford W. A. Webber 84
Weymouth " C. H. Webb 188
Athol Musical Association W. S. Wiggin 40
Quincy Point Choral Society E. P. Heywood 30
Groton Centre Musical Association Dr. Norman Smith 49
Maiden Chorus Club O. B. Brown 56
Plymouth Rock Choral Societv John H. Harlow 29
South Abington Choral Society William A. Bowles 46
Waltham Choral Union J. S. Jones 143
Fitchburg Choral Society Moses G. Lyon 73
East Douglas Musical Society John C. Waters 25
Quincy H. B. Brown 60
Lawrence S. A. Ellis 167
Abington Centre Henry Noyes 45
Yarmouth Chorus Club Jairus Lincoln 28
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Sandwich Choral Society H. Hersey Heald 21
Hyannis R. Weeks 24
Mansfield George E. Bailey 35
Holliston W. L. Payson 5c
Melrose Musical Association H. E. Trowbridge 25
Northfield Miss M. A. Field 24
Springfield Choral Union J. D. Hntchins 24
North Abington J. F. L. Whitmarsh. . 21
East Somerville S. D. Hadley 25
Sherborn Musical Association Augustus H. Leland 22
South Braintree Choral Society H. Wilde 14c
Whitinsville .". . . B. L. M. Smith 13
New Bedford J. E. Eaton, Jr 75
West Acton Schubert Choral Union George Gardner 4c
Middleboro A. J. Pickens 23
East Boston Choral Society Dexter A. Tompkins 54
Hopkinton E. S. Nason 31
Methuen Jacob Emerson, Pres 30
Natick J. Asten Broad 102
Milford C. J. Thompson 38
Woburn P. E. Bancroft 58
Lowell Solon W. Stevens 148
Amesbury Musical Ass'n Moses Flanders 65
Belmont Musical Ass'n F. E Yates, Pres 37
Acushnet Musical Ass'n Ammi Howard 24
Framingham L. O. Emerson 40
Winchester Choral Society J. C. Johnson 48
Webster Carl Krebs 23
Ashland C. V. Mason 41
North Bridgewater Dr. G. R. Whitney 138
Reading Musical Ass'n D. G. Richardson, Pres 43
Sterling Birney Mann 18
Andover George Kingman 32
Groveland L. Hopkins 25
Taunton Beethoven Soc'y L. Soule 97
Lynn Rufus Pierce 133
Westfield J. R. Cladwin, Pres 36
Roxbury H. W. Brown, Pres 35
NEW HAMPSHIRE.
Manchester E. T. Baldwin 40
Nashua E. P. Phillips 49
Wolfeboro Union Chorus and Glee Club M. T. Cate 31
Plaistow Choral Soc'y Mrs. J. T. Nichols 23
Keene G. W. Foster and C. M. Wyman . . ^3
Farmington B. F. Ashton 20
Lebanon J. M. Perkins 39
New Hampton Z. C. Perkins 29
Salmon Falls George W. Brookings 30
Exeter, Rockingham Mus. Ass'n Rev. J. W. Pickering, Jr 82
Concord Choral Soc'y John Jackson 96
Francestown G. Epps 31
Dover, Strafford Co. Mus Ass'n W. O. Perkins 193
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Laconia, Belknap Mus. Ass'n Ralph N. Merrill 34
Suncook Choral Soc'y J. C. Cram 31
VERMONT.
Randolph, Orange Co. Mus. Soc'y George Dodge 18
Rutland R. I. Humphrey 50
Middlebury C. F. Stone 26
MAINE.
Damariscotta G. M. Thurlow 32
Farmington Choral Society C. A. Allen 27
Augusta Waldemar Malmene 23
Saco G. G. Additon 69
Lewiston, Androscoggin Mus. Soc'y Seth Sumner 61
Bangor F. S. Davenport 57
CONNECTICUT.
New Haven Choral Union J. H. Wheeler 83
Thompsonville. Enfield E. F. Parsons 14
Waterbury J. W. Smith, Pres 42
Wallingford J. H. Wheeler 40
Lakeville, Salisbury D. F. Stillman 20
RHODE ISLAND.
Pawtucket Choral Society George W. Hazel wood 33
Providence Lewis T. Downes 82
NEW YORK.
Granville D. B. Worley 28
Malone Musical Ass'n T. H. Attwood 21
Saratoga Springs S. E. Bushnell 48
ILLINOIS.
Chicago Mendelssohn Soc'y J. A. Butterfield 95
OHIO.
Mansfield W. H. Ingersoll 20
Cleveland S. A. Fuller 28
Total 10,228
From the time of the Jubilee the music students. All this is actually a
work of educating the masses to sing testimonial to the work of those who
at sight went steadily foward and ef- have labored for the masses,
forts have been continually directed Notwithstanding all this, there is
to improving the musical taste of the still room for more foundation work,
people. In the higher branches of and a lesson has been learned from
musical education and enjoyment im- New York, where some nine or ten
mense progress has been made. Bos- years ago Mr. Frank Damrosch estab-
ton to-day possesses an orchestra said lished Sunday singing classes for all
to be the finest in the world, and there people. The experiment was highly
is no city in America in which great successful, for the opportunity was
musical artists are more highly appre eagerly accepted by the people for
ciated. or where more is being done for whom it was intended.
n6 A CENTURY OF CHORAL SINGING IN NEW ENGLAND
In the fall of 1897, a similar plan
was adopted in Boston under Mr.
Samuel W. Cole, a well educated mu-
sician, who has for many years been
a teacher of sight singing in the pub-
lic schools of Dedham and Brookline
and at the New England Conserva-
tory.
The same feeling of enthusiasm with
which the singing school filled Elder
Cheney in the days of his youth, in-
spired Samuel W. Cole when he at-
tended a convention at Concord, N.
H., as a boy. Always fond of music
and the son of a musically inclined
father, the impression made on him
by the singing of the grand choruses
from the oratorios by a large choir di-
rected by Carl Zerrahn was such that
he determined to make music his life
work. The hymn singing at Mr.
Cole's class was under the direction of
L. O. Emerson, and Mrs. Martha
Dana Shepard presided at the piano
skillfully supporting and coaching
the somewhat nervous choir.
Mr. Cole now entered seriously up-
on musical studies and secured the
best education available for the pur-
pose in view. He began life as a
music teacher in Portsmouth, N. H.,
and has since been continually en-
gaged as organist, choir director and
as teacher of sight singing in the pub-
lic schools. A few years ago he gave
up his position as organist at the Clar-
endon Street Baptist Church in order
to travel abroad, and on his return,
his Sundays then being free, he was
able to accept the suggestion of the
committee of the Massachusetts Emer-
gency and Hygiene Society to estab-
lish and direct the People's Singing-
classes. These classes meet at four
o'clock on Sundav afternoons. Each
person pays ten cents towards the rent
of the hall and the purchase of music.
The instructors give their services,
and consider that their reward lies in
the moral and intellectual good gained
by the chorus.
In a very short time after the estab-
lishment of the first class in Bumstead
Hall, it was found necessary to pro-
vide for the overflow, and other classes
were formed in different parts of the
city, until there were five large
choruses.
Mr. Cole declares that people like the
music that they know, and the aim of
the People's singing class is to enable
them to know good music in the belief
that when they know it they will like
it. In answer to the statement that
the people always want a "tune," he
says that certainly they will have the
approval of all good musicians in this,
if they will only like good tunes, and
such they learn in these classes. This
work may be considered in some re-
spects the most important movement
since sight singing was established in
the public schools, for it enables peo-
ple to enjoy the inspiration of choral
singing, whose means and occupation
prevent their gaining it in any other
way, and makes it possible for them to
continue the study which they began
in the schools. In New York, where
the plan has been in existence for sev-
eral years, the classes are immense,
and have been so judiciously managed
financially that they have a good bal-
ance at the banker's. In Boston the
scheme is not less successful, and will
doubtless gain financially as long as
the present system is maintained.
There is no doubt that the movement
will spread into the smaller cities and
towns of New England, just as all
HOOSAC TUNNEL'S TROUBLED STORY
117
schemes for choral singing have done.
There is, however, this difference, —
that while at the beginning of the cen-
tury few, very few, of the singers
could read the simplest music at sight,
today no one who has attended school
is without a moderate knowledge of
the elements of sight singing. In
what better manner can the work-
ing people spend their Sunday after-
noons than in the manner prescribed
by the old hymn : —
"All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice."
Hoosac Tunnel's Troubled Story
By Edward P. Pressey
"A pathway cleft beneath Old Hoosac hoary !
How few will climb the mountain's weary stair ;
And future years will hand its troubled story
From child to child as olden legends are."
THE Mohican name Hoosac
means far-over-the-mountain.
The Indians called the
streams just west of Hoosac
the Mayunsook and Ashuwillticook,
while the winding torrent to the east,
under the beetling rocks, was the
Pocumtuck. Over the mountain, from
the western to the eastern waters runs
an ancient roadway. This was first
known to the white settlers as the Mo-
hawk warpath, and many a brave
found it the short cut to the happy
hunting grounds. In the name of St.
Croix, for a junction of streams, there
is the single trace of. an early Jesuit
missionary's hopes.
By 1744, the Hoosac Mountains be-
came famous in the military operations
in New England. The Mohawk war-
path, directly over the modern tunnel,
was becoming rutted with the wheels
of English cannon, while captives from
Deerfield and Charlemont fainted on
their forced marches up its weary stair,
straight and unsoftened by any engi-
neering triumphs of zigzag ap-
proaches.
By 1759, the year of Wolfe's capture
of Quebec, the exigencies of the
French wars had made necessary the
construction of a rude road following
this trail. The western gateway of
the valley, near the spot where twice
rose Fort Massachusetts, became the
Thermopylae of New England, in con-
sequence of the repeated defeats there
of Dutch, French and Indians. In
1797 the commonwealth ordered a fine
turnpike, of the easy, whiplash type,
built over the mountain across the east-
ern end of the trail, but by 1825 the
abruptness of the mountain's slope had
worn out so many good horses and
men that a tunnelled canal uniting Po-
cumtuck and Hoosac waters was pro-
posed.
The original trail was still open in
1848; and college boys often ran up
and down it ahead of the lumbering
Williamstown stage. It was trace-
able in 1803. There was an inn during
We Guard the Western Gateway '
stage days where the paths crossed at
the top of the mountain, "way up there,
out of sight of land," and near a typi-
cal New England school house. On
a sign board, which once stood at the
loot of the trail, the traveller read,
"Walk up, if you please," and on an-
other at the summit, "Ride down, if
you dare." In the heyday of staging
four milk white horses drew motley
humanity and its baggage over the
mountain. There still lingers the mem-
ory of the last of the stage drivers of
the '50's, Morris Carpenter. I once
sat on his garden wall in the twilight
looking down over the Hoosacs to the
Rerkshires and heard strange tales of
his turnpike days. Much wealth at
one time and another passed over this
east and west thoroughfare ; and some
of the "hold-ups" became famous in
the legends of the road. One night in
mid-summer Carpenter, armed to the
teeth, had just rounded the ledge at
the summit going west, when, in the
moonlight suddenly appeared two fig-
ures covering his approach with four
enormous pistols. Under the circum-
stances nothing could be done but to
parley. The knights of the road be-
lieved that there was a clear ten thou-
sand in booty or ransom inside the
stage. But when upon thorough in-
vestigation a few half-empty bottles
were all they could find, they refused
to take the gentlemen's small change,
broke the bottles over the passengers'
heads, and wishing them God-speed
and a good surgeon, departed. The old
driver had an almost sacred memory
of the still, sunny winter days on the
mountain. In his seventieth year he
could not speak of their splendor with-
out emotion. Then there were days of
hurricane and cold when no living
thing could cross the ridges of the hill.
Legends of startling blow-aways
abound, and they say that the bells
from church steeples rolling down
the ledges at midnight made fiendish
music above the roar of the tempest.
There is a reminiscence, almost the
HOOSAC TUNNELS TROUBLED STORY
119
last, of staging in 187 1. Late in Sep-
tember General Butler arrived in great
haste at the "east portal" and was hur-
ried up and down the mountain stair
to North Adams in the record
time of one hour and seventeen
minutes.
There was a time when the old trail
was a famous route for the polite
mountain climber. In Thoreau's de-
scription of the
view from the sum-
mit he says :
"I had come, over
the bills on foot and
alone in serene sum-
mer days, plucking
the raspberries by the
wayside, and occa-
sionally buying a loaf
of bread at a farmer's
house, with a knap-
sack on my back
which held a few
traveller's books and
a change of clothing,
and a staff in my
hand. And that morn-
ing I looked down
from the H o o s a c
mountain on the vil-
lage of North Adams
in the valley, three
miles away under my feet. A stream
ran down the middle of the valley. It
seemed a road for the pilgrim to enter
who would climb to the gates of heaven.
Now I crossed a hay-field, and now over the
brook on a slight bridge, -and ascended with
a sort of awe. It seemed as if he must be
the most singular and heavenly minded man
whose dwelling stood highest up the valley.
The thunder had rumbled at my heels all
the way. I half believed I should get above
it. I passed the last house. And at last I
reached the summit (of Greylock ) just as
the sun was setting, and overlooked the
woods. I was up early to see the day break.
As the light increased, I discovered around
me an ocean of mist. I was floating on this
fragment of the wreck of a world, in cloud
land. It was such a country as we might
see in dreams, with all the delights of Para-
dise. The earth beneath had passed away
like the phantom of a shadow. But when
its own sun began to rise on this pure world,
I found myself drifting amid saffron-colored
clouds, in the very path of the sun's chariot,
and sprinkled with its dewy dust. I saw the
gracious God
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign
eye,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly al-
chemy."
Site of the Mountain Top Inn
Up the Pocumtuck, in the borders
of Rowe, are Prospect and Pulpit
rocks. Here, a thousand feet above
the waters, in tunnel building days,
were rustic arbors and tables and a
register of names of pilgrims from all
over the world. A little to the south
of the eastern portal of the tunnel is a
half-moon cave in the rock, the only
record of vain aspirations. On this
spot a mechanic, who had invented a
huge rock-bit, that, like a ship worm,
was to bore the ribs of Hoosac, en-
deavored dramatically to fulfill Mother
Shipton's prophecy:
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H00SAC TUNNEL'S TROUBLED STORY
"Men through the mountains shall ride
Without horse or mule at their side."
His failure, legend tells, drove him
mad. The records show that during
the long period of construction the
slow-crawling process of drill and blast
was thrice abandoned in order to test
different ambitious inventions.
At the top of the mountain, scattered
about in huge ridges of gneissic rock,
lie samples of the depths within. Pro-
fessor Edward Hitchcock, the eminent
*
The Evidence of a Dream
geologist, had been engaged to fore-
tell the probable mineral treasures of
the Hoosacs and in spite of the un-
promising nature of his reply nearly
every block of this debris has been
scanned by expectant eyes and every
hill and mountain for leagues around
has its pit of some hastily abandoned
gold mine.
In the midst of perils of chill and
damp and suffocation, the belief crept
into the hearts of the tunnelers that
the waters that drenched them were
curative. Rheumatism ceased to be
complained of. Chronic ills were dis-
solved in the daily forced bath. The
contractors had hitherto been com-
pelled to advertise attractive wages to
keep the work moving. Now men
came from far and near to offer their
services. The old belief in the foun-
tain of youth had almost been revived.
A dream of wonderful times to come
to western Franklin County upon the
completion of the tunnel arose in 1867.
It was near the end of the period of
failing contracts
and little summer
spurts of triumph
and advance. In
vision was seen,
at the eastern
portal, a new city.
The chief works
o f construction
were there, on the
crescent of the
Deerfield where it
sweeps from
north to east after
threading the dim
nether world of
the Hoosacs. Near
this point the
chief peaks rise
splendid wall of
within gun shot
thousand feet sky-
craggy southwest
bastion of Rowe. Eastward, be-
tween abrupt woody mountains, the
meadows stretch along their broken
waters. A hundred paths and ancient
roadways go up from here into the
mystery of the hills. Some of these
are still well worn, but many are over-
grown. Even to a casual observer
there appear for miles around traces of
the worl of man. Fern-grown levels,
sheer in a lone
green. Opposite,
and towering a
ward rises the
The Vanished City "
moss-grown walls, choked-up conduits,
and a thousand other such marks ar-
rest attention and give a hint of a
busy world of workmen, where now is
left little more than the original soli-
tude of the romantic wild wood of the
Mohican. Hereabouts, in 1867, was a
population of a thousand in an actual
embryo city. There were miniature
thoroughfares up the- mountain sides
where now you see the cattle-paths
running up to the hedge-like border of
beech and maple. Whole families came
down from the hills to help dig the
tunnel, attracted by the high wages or
the hope of cure. A great hotel arose
at the head of the sweet meadows.
Soon the western terminal of the
Greenfield and Troy Railroad arrived
with its great round-house ; and thou-
sands of tourists came by coach and
rail to visit the most famous engineer-
ing feat of the continent. The State,
to further its work, had built a dam
and dug a long canal down the western
bank of the mad-running Deerfield,
the Pocumtuck of the Indians, and
here, in the heart of the glen, a sub-
stantial stone factory was erected. A
glowing picture of the city that was to
be appeared at that time in the county
paper. In imagination the whole
meadow was peopled. Brilliant shop
windows and cafes lined a grand ave-
nue along the southern river front.
On the mountain sides north and south
and west gleamed windows and gilded
spires at the rising and setting of the
sun. The mountain tops of Rowe, Sa-
vov and Florida sent down their butter
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HOOSAC TUNNELS TROUBLED STORY
and milk into this city, and over its
housetops floated the June fragrance
of their orchards, matchless pastures
and wild-woods. The strength of the
youth of the hills came down also in
a stream that made glad. The suburbs
of the city spread up every valley,
along Cold and Chickley rivers ; up
Bosrah and Dun-
bar and Fife and
Mill brook and old
Pelham.
The towns were
roused to action.
The State allowed
them to subscribe
three per cent, of
their valuation to
hasten the comple-
tion of the tunnel.
Some citizens put
in a good part of
all they had. Alto-
gether five hun-
dred and twenty
shares were thus
disposed of. In-
dustry was actually
quickened at Bea-
con Hills and in
many mountain
hamlets besides.
There was a sense
of new life after a
long period of
stagnation. Population increased, as
did property values. By 1872, when
the tunnel was nearing completion, a
condition of prosperity was reported
at Beacon Hills such as had never been
known in this little hamlet in the
mountain tops. The manufacturing of
Venetian shades, baskets, baby car-
riages, chairs, furniture and many
other tinners fairlv lined the banks of
The Cascade
Pelham brook for a great distance with
a series of miniature factories, whose
broken clams and sluices and penstocks
may be seen to-day in part and can be
reproduced in their entirety by imagi-
nation. Now there is not a single in-
dustry active enough for the name.
In 1 87 1 the centre of activity shifted
westward and
gathered about the
meeting place of
the sweet Indian
waters of Mayun-
sook and Ashu-
willticook. Thar
locality had a
broader valley and
was the original
Hoosac, or "far-
away-land." Here
the city of North
Adams arose in a
night. In prospect
of the speedy com-
pletion of the tun-
nel many a hill-
town farm was
wholly abandoned
as were, in many
cases, the better
homesteads. Every
family was anx-
ious to choose a
house lot in the
city that now
guards the western gateway.
During July and August of that year
the bore had extended westward one
thousand feet ; and the half-way fig-
ures had long since been passed. And
now we come to the consideration of
conflicting interests that led to trouble.
Two routes for a draft canal through
the Hoosac Mountains were surveyed
by a commission of the Commonwealth
A Church and Churchyard on the Mountain
in 1825. One was through a tunnel
in line with the present one. The rail-
road company that actually began the
tunnel was incorporated in 1848 with
a capitalization of three and a half mil-
lion dollars. Denizens of the hills
originated the scheme as a whole. It
was a descendant of that Eleazer
Hawkes, who a hundred years before
had traded the first wheat of the up-
per Deerfield meadows in Charlemont
to garrisons in Forts Pelham and Mas-
sachusetts, who suggested the canal
under Hoosac. Major Samuel H.
Reed, of Beacon Hills, was prominent
in the Greenfield and Troy Railroad
Company, which in 1825 broke the first
soil for the construction of the tunnel.
A native of Deerfield, on that occasion,
the Rev. Dr. Crawford, used the cere-
monial spade. The work came many
times to a standstill. Unforeseen dif-
ficulties dispelled illusions in regard
to the efficiency of patent borers. Dis-
couraged and incompetent contractors,
and frightful loss of life caused long
delays and pauses. Under three suc-
cessive contracts in the first six years
only a little more than a thousand feet
of tunnel, wide enough for a single
track, had been opened. And in the
ninth year the Greenfield and Troy
Railroad Company failed and aban-
doned its work. The State foreclosed
its mortgage and in the tenth year
work was again begun. Nitroglyc-
erin was introduced and became a new
source of accident, which in the end
exceeded all others in fatal results, but
made the tunnel possible. The work
now proceeded fitfully but more suc-
cessfully until the fearful winter trag-
edy of 1868 on Florida Mountain,
when the central shaft buildings and
pumps were burned and about a score
of workmen, crushed by falling debris,
were smothered or drowned at the bot-
tom of the well several hundred feet
down. Their bones were not found
till the following spring. Tn sixteen
years less than two-fifths of the length
of the tunnel had been opened. At
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HOOSAC TUNNEL'S TROUBLED STORY
■
The Central Air Shaft
that rate it would barely be completed
at the end of the century. The execu-
tion of the wild scheme of the Charle-
mont farmer and his visionary neigh-
bors was prolonged beyond all rea-
sonable limits and was growing
very costly and dangerous ; but still
its was practical and possible to
realize.
A new era began in the summer of
1868, when two Canadian engineers,
Francis and Walter Shanly, took what
proved to be the last contract ; and in
five years penetrated the remaining
fifteen thousand feet of rock. But
even their surprising success was not
won by any new discovery, such as
sometimes proves the solution of me-
chanical problems. They did a half
more work in one-third the time of
their predecessors, chiefly through
sheer heroism and patient continuance.
Their trials were also as great.
They had little more than cleared
away the wreckage of the last contract-
ors when there came the memorable
flood of 1869. Half a million dollars'
damage in this sparsely settled region
was done, showing that nearly every-
thing along the water courses must
have been lost.
The state's works
by the Deerfield
were flooded and
largely swept
away. The three
thousand dollar
bridge, a few
miles below the
tunnel, was
hurled bodily
from its piers and
wrecked along
the banks. Every
bridge on the
Pelham was carried away. Six human
lives and innumerable sheep and cattle
were lost by drowning in these moun-
tain tops. Fellows' Mill, on the
Pelham, was then owned by a
Mr. Hyde. At eight o'clock Mrs.
Hyde had got the children off to
school and Mr. Hyde went to work
about his mill. At that time there was
no cause for apprehension, but before
the middle of the afternoon the heav-
ens seemed to part and let down all
the waters of the firmament upon the
Hoosac range. Pelham brook, which
falls by continuous rapids a thousand
feet in four miles, spouted with a
treacherous smoothness down its bed.
Hyde and his wife began to lash cables
around their buildings and anchor
them to trees up stream. The water
was rising, not as the tide rises, but
with fresh avalanches of water from
above. Hyde was caught by one of
these and swung out into the stream,
clinging to a limber sapling, which
momentarily threatened to be uproot-
ed. Mrs. Hyde crept out and a neigh-
bor saw her throw him a line. At the
same moment the great building was
lifted bodily bv a terrible burst of
HOOSAC TUNNEL'S TROUBLED STORY
125
waters and hurled with its owners like
a straw towards the Deerfield, and no
man to this day knows the Hydes'
sepulchre. Two little orphans came
home from school that night, one run-
ning ahead in childish glee at the rush-
ing waters just in time to see home
and father and mother whirled into the
fearful thunders and foam of the
gorge. In their native hamlet far over
the mountain, touching services were
held the next week, in the church
where, as children, these two worthy
persons had received another baptism.
"The Strength of the Hills"
Another problem than flood had
been left over to the Shanlys from the
last contractors, namely, staying the
demoralized and shattered rock in the
western section of the tunnel. Before
they had completed the work they en-
countered a surface requiring, since
the work began, twelve millions of
bricks to overarch it, six years' labor
and the sacrifice of many lives. The
last brick was laid July 5, 1872, a little
more than a year before the completion
of the bore. Another of the perils en-
countered was from the great pockets
of water, which kept the miners
drenched and sometimes caused fatal
accidents. At any moment a flood of
unknown force and volume might leap
upon them out of the darkness. There
were frequent fatalities from premature
or mismanaged blasts. Circumstantial
accounts appeared from week to week
in the county paper, of heads and arms
blown off, of tools and trucks and
men hurled through the narrow dark-
ness, of bursting air pipes and suffo-
cated men, of falling boulders and sud-
den destruction from all the variety of
causes that beset miners'
lives. But all these
sources of accident were
aggravated by the neces-
sity for haste. Water and
fire, crushing rocks, suffo-
cation and explosion, acci-
dental falls and disease,
hardship and disaster in
the twenty years that the
Hoosac tunnel was build-
ing cost the lives of one
hundred and thirty-six
men.
And last of all came the
abandonment of the town
at the east portal. The
population of Florida in a few years
after the completion of the bore
fell to almost nothing. And now to
the careless observer little is visible of
the great city that was the dream of
the sixties.. Meanwhile, however, there
had been a marked increase in social
life in all these hills. Two churches
have had a most interesting history
and witnessed an unusual number of
picturesque changes. They are the
old First Parish of Beacon Hills and
the ancient Baptist Church on the east-
ern top of Florida Mountain. It hap-
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HOOSAC TUNNEL'S TROUBLED STORY
pens that the present temples are of
one model, the creation of the locally
noted Amidon brothers of Beacon
Hills. It is they who are responsible
for a good part of the most dignified
architecture and love for things beau-
tiful in all these mountains. The Bea-
con Hills Church stands sixteen hun-
dred feet and the Florida Church nine-
teen hundred feet above sea level,
their respective slopes some six or
eight miles apart as the bird flies. One
faces the warm south down Pelham
brook, and the other
toward Pocumtuck wa-
ter and the rising sun.
At Beacon Hills, where
now in winter there are
barely five hundred
souls, were once even-
ing gatherings that
brought four hundred
people together.
The cheerful ring of
industry, that for long-
years was heard in
these solitudes, is still
remembered, — like a
song that has never
died away. When the
work was at its height
seven hundred men were delving in
the rocky ribs of the mountains,
whilst above, a hundred more sup-
plied them with their needs. There
were over half a million dollars em-
ployed in the capital of the con-
tractors. The yearly wages were about
the same sum. Twenty-one 400-horse
power engines and a locomotive
burned more than thirteen hundred
tons of coal in a year besides sixteen
hundred cords of wood hewn from
the hitherto unbroken silences of
woods now rinmnjr with the axe. Four
Col. Aivah Crocker
] no-horse power water wheels brought
old Pocumtuck into service to aid in
running ninteen air-compressors, fifty-
two Burleigh drills and machinery of
that sort in the eastern heading. More
than one-eighth of a million pounds of
explosives were used in a year. With
such an equipment the Shanlys re-
moved annually about a half mile of
rock.
The evolution of the applied ma-
chinery reads like the story of many
a human life, from the hand drills and
black powder of the
fifties through the
heavy, complicated ma-
chine drills and remov-
al of the debris block by
block, to the simplified
drills run in gangs.
Black powder was ex-
changed for nitro-gly-
cerin ; the awkward,
old fashioned fuse for
electric discharge. In
the eastern heading,
where the greatest
work was done, com-
pressed air was intro-
duced by a twelve-inch
pipe. And with numer-
ous improvements of a sort of which
these may stand as illustrations,
the accomplishment of the work-
leaped forward from thirteen hundred
feet in six years and ten thousand feet
in sixteen years to more than fifteen
thousand feet in five years. The new
progress had all the difference in spirit
between living despair and living hope.
In this way the great engineering ro-
mance that be?;an in the imagination
of an obscure farmer of the upper
Deerfield in T825, ended on Thanks-
giving day, November 27. T873. an ac-
Entrance to the Hoosac Tunnel
complished fact. A hole four and
three-quarter miles long had been
pierced from base to base of the Hoo-
sac range, and where the main head-
ings of the famous Mt. Cenis tunnel in
Switzerland swerved in alignment
more than half a yard, these varied
only five-sixteenths of an inch.
During the last weeks of March,
1867, the bore had proceeded four feet
a day. In May, Dull & Gowan, of
Chicago, contracted for two years'
work to remove sixty-four hundred
feet of rock, that is, to advance at the
average rate of ten feet a day. They
never made half that distance. There
were some spurts of work in June, and
on the last day of that month they re-
moved thirty-six feet of rock, but the
methods used could not be advanta-
geously employed. Their largest record
for a whole month, one hundred and
twenty-three feet, was in August. It
was during their contract that the
problem of staying the areas of demor-
alized rock in the west end, after many
fruitless experiments, began to be
solved. But the contract was never
completed. The plant lay crippled and
idle for the best part of a year until
the Shanlys took it.
They began with the modest record
of forty feet a month, and by improve-
ments in method, machinery and or-
ganization advanced until in the sum-
mer of 1 87 1 they were moving along
at the rate of five hundred feet a
month, or about double the rate before
contracted for. In the spring of 1872
there was a mile and a half still to bore
so that in the last year and a half the
work advanced at the rate of a mile a
year, or at a sustained speed of four
hundred and forty feet a month. But
during the three months in the spring
the record progress of half a mile was
burrowed into the stubborn darkness.
We are now entering upon the last
chapters of the romance. On Octo-
ber 14, 1872, workmen in the central
and eastern sections were calculated
to be exactly six hundred feet apart.
They could distinctly hear each other
drilling at the core and bottom of the
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HOOSAC TUNNEL'S TROUBLED STORY
mountain. A month passed in excited
expectation. By November 18 they
were stated to be three hundred and
fifty-six feet apart ; but the miners be-
lieved the engineers had miscalculated,
so distinctly could they hear the drill-
ing and terrible explosions of each
other's blasts. On December first one
hundred and twenty-three feet re-
mained in the eastern end. And twelve
days later at half past four o'clock
in the afternoon a rift was opened
by a blast and light shone through
these tragic cells eleven hundred feet
below the sunlight. A tool was first
passed through and received with
hurrahs. In a short time a small
hole was cleared and a boy crept
through from the east and was borne
westward in triumph through the
smoky corridor upon the shoulders of
the workmen, singing and shouting
as they went. At the central shaft,
where a tiny spot of wholesome blue
and gold shone down upon their heads,
the lad was swiftly drawn up to the
mountain top. He was the first being
who had ever thus found himself above
the "mountain's weary stair."
On February I, 1873, there was still
half a mile to open in the western
end. They had worked eastward from
the foot of the central shaft fifteen
hundred and sixty-three feet; and
westward they now went two thousand
and six. By April 14 only a third of
a mile remained. One day in August
the greatest record was made, a fifty
foot plunge back for daylight. On
September first an eighth of a mile re-
mained to open and by November first
two hundred and forty-two feet were
still unbroken. The contractors then
made their first boast, — "We shall eat
Thanksgiving dinner in North Adams
coming by way of Hoosac Tunnel."
On November 27, 1873, with snow fly-
ing in the air, but a glow in their
hearts, a company of gentlemen
passed under the mountain straight
from old Pocumtuck to Hoosac
waters and fulfilled the letter of
this promise.
The work had proceeded night and
day except Sundays for some years. It
was originally estimated to cost three
and a half million of dollars but the
actual cost was $12,700,000. The first
train passed under the mountain Feb-
ruary 9, 1875.
Hmcrican Sbrinee UTI
Cbarter Oak
" Thou monarch: tree:— and worthy of thy crown ;
jtor hands of freemen placed the simple guard
That marks thee from: thy fellows— guardian tree,
to make thy trunk the sanctuary safe
Of sacred pledge which tyranny WOULD WREST."
[This half tone is from the only photograph extant of the Charter Oak, and was
obtained through the courtesy of Mr. F. G. Whitmore, Secreiiry of the Board of Park
Commissioners, of Hartford, Conn.']
New England Magazine
New Series
APRIL
Vol. XXVI No. 2
The True Story of Paul'Revere's
Ride
By Charles Ferris Gettemy
PAUL REVERE performed a
great and lasting service to
his country when he took his
famous midnight ride on
the 1 8th of April, 1775.
It remained unsung, if
not unhonored, for
eighty-eight years or un-
til Longfellow, in 1863,
made it the text for his
Landlord's Tale in the
Wayside Inn, clothing it
v with all the matchless
beauty and witchery of
his imagination. Some one signing
himself "Eb Stiles" had, to be sure,
written a poem about 1795 which he
called the " Story of the Battle of Con-
cord and Lexington, and Revere's
Ride Twenty Years Ago," and in
which he said:
"He spared neither horse, nor whip, nor
spur,
As he galloped through mud and mire ;
He thought of naught but liberty,
And the lanterns that hung from the
spire."
But Stiles did nothing else in a liter-
ary way to perpetuate his name, and he
failed to find a publisher capable of
rescuing his poem from obscurity.
It is to Longfellow's simple and
tuneful ballad that most persons un-
doubtedly owe their knowledge of the
fact that a man of the name of Revere
really did something on the eve of the
historic skirmish at Lexington which
is worth remembering.* Indeed the
(*Bancroft mentions the incident of Re-
vere's ride in the edition of his history pub-
lished in 1858; Hildreth says the alarm had!
been given, without mentioning Revere's
name ; Palfrey, whose History of New Eng-
131
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SaJb %*WC'S l&cbu
OR tfce/ fyy^d^JuM^
«\\&o 'it*v<Jto*'X>4* S $uJl v(X^uytx4 cL<U4 as».<Ls \*4asr {
Fac-simile of the First Verse of Longfellow's Poem Written by the Author
land is brought down to the Battle of
Bunker Hill, says : "They [the British] were
watched and, by signals before agreed upon,
the movement was made known to the peo-
ple on the other side." He does not allude
to Revere.)
true character of Revere's services,
both on the occasion of this particular
ride, and during the period preceding,
has been a matter of comparatively
recent recognition, and from the maj-
esty of the closing lines of the poem :
"For, borne on the night-wind of the past,
Through all our history, to the last.
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere."
it might seem that we are indebted to
Longfellow for some instinctive ap-
preciation of the historic significance
of the episode, independent of its poet-
ic value.
But poetry and history sometimes
become sadly enmeshed, and the lan-
guage in which such a combination is
clothed often remains fixed and is fin-
132
ally accepted as a record of fact. It
is one of the missions of poetry and fic-
tion to give glimpses of things in the
intellectual and physical worlds and
an insight into the beginnings of great
movements in history which vast num-
bers of people would get in no other
way. It ought not, therefore, to be
improper or impertinent to inquire
whether the poet and romancist, in so
far as they deal with historic events
and personages and with matters of
verifiable record, might not find it pos-
sible to hew with greater fidelity,
sometimes, to truth, without in any
degree detracting from the poetic qual-
ity or interfering seriously with that
license whose exercise may be essen-
tial to artistic literary expression. Such
an inquiry is suggested in the common
tendency of historical narrative to
draw upon poetry for embellishment
ard for the stimulation of a certain
human interest in a story which other-
wise might possibly make dull reading.
Upon how many thousands of
THE TRUE STORY OF PAUL REVERES RIDE
133
schoolboys who have declaimed the
stirring lines of Longfellow's descrip-
tion of Paul Revere's ride, and upon
how many thousands, too, of their el-
ders, has the picture drawn by the
poet left its indelible impression?
Certainly it is the sum and substance
of all their knowledge of the subject
to hundreds of visitors, who, every
summer, wander through those old,
challenged, it being urged that Revere's own
allusion to the North church steeple proba-
bly referred to another North Church, lo-
cated at that time elsewhere in the vicinity.
This allegation was met and exhaustively
examined by William W. Wheildon, and
his view, which is in accordance with the
tradition in favor of Christ Church, is now
generally accepted. Another claim brought
forward at about the same time, to the effect
that Revere's friend, whom he selected to
display the signals, was one John Pulling,
Where Paul Revere Waited for the Signal
narrow streets of the North End of
Boston, and gaze with reverence upon
the graceful spire of Christ church.
The stone tablet, placed in the wall of
the tower by order of the city govern-
ment in 1878,* tells them that:
THE SIGNAL LANTERNS OF
PAUL REVERE
DISPLAYED IN THE STEEPLE OF
THIS CHURCH
APRIL 18, 1775,
WARNED THE COUNTRY OF THE
MARCH OF THE BRITISH TROOPS
TO LEXINGTON AND CONCORD.
(*The proposition for the placing of this
tablet, when brought forward in the Boston
city government, precipitated a lively con-
troversy, the echoes of which have not yet
entirely died away. The right of Christ
Church to the honor in question was stoutly
likewise deserves to be rejected. Revere
has not left us the name of this friend, but
a mass of traditionary evidence supports the
belief that he was Robert Newman, the
sexton of the church. Many of the parish-
ioners were loyal to their Church of Eng-
land instincts and adhered to the King's
cause, but Newman was a consistent and
fervent American patriot.)
And from the summit of Copp's
Hill, in the ancient burial ground
nearby, surrounded by tombstones
marked by indentations which the
guide books say were caused by Rev-
olutionary bullets, one may look across
the mouth of the Charles, opening just
at the foot of the height into the har-
bor, and — shutting out from present
view the ugly grain elevators, the
black coal wharves, the masts of the
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ships, and Charlestown's brick walls
beyond — try to conjure up the vision
of the poet's fancy : the stout-hearted
messenger of the Revolution ferried
across the stream under the shadow
of the forbidding man-of-war Somer-
set, his safe landing on the opposite
shore, his impatient and fretful slap-
p i ng of his
horse's side as
he stands boot-
ed and spurred,
and strains his
eyes for a
glimpse of the
signal rays from
the steeple of
the old church ;
then the ride
out through the
villages and
farms of Mid-
dlesex until, in
the lines of the
poet, —
"It was two by the
village clock,
When he came to
the bridge in
Concord town."
It is a pity to
mar this work
of art by the
homely daubs
of fact ; yet a
faithful limning of the scene, as it was
really enacted, would necessitate some
retouching. But it ought not to be
difficult to do this without in any es-
sential respect spoiling the liveliness
or romantic spirit of the picture. To
be sure, the statement that Revere
reached Concord was long ago shown
to have been incorrect ; but its persist-
ent virility only goes to prove that
Interior of the Belfry of Christ Church
truth is not the only thing which,
crushed to earth, will rise again. The
impression, however, is yet more gen-
eral that the signal lanterns were
placed in the North Church steeple
for Revere 's benefit, and that he waited
on the Charlestown shore for the mes-
sage they were to convey before he
was able to start
on his journey.
The facts are
that Revere had
all the desired
information be-
fore he left Bos-
ton, and that
the lights were
hung out at his
instance as a
warning to
others, who
might know by
them the ne-
cessity of arous-
ing the country
in the event of
his capture
while being
ro%ed across
the river.*
(*T h e s e ac-
counts of the hang-
ing of the lan-
terns, those writ-
ten both before
i and since Long-
fellow's poem was published, are, most
of them, curiously inaccurate. John Stet-
son Barry in his History of Massachusetts,
(p.509) published in 1856, makes an allusion to
Revere, saying "a lantern was displayed by
Paul Revere in the upper window of the
tower of the North Church in Boston," and
George Lowell Austin in his HisLory of Mas-
sachusetts (p. 300) published twenty years lat-
er, copies Barry's statement. Even John Fiske,
usually as accurate in detail as he is safe in
his generalizations, did not take Revere's
View of Charlestown from the Belfry of Christ Church :
narrative as his authority, else he would
hardly have said (The American Revolu-
tion, Vol. I, p. 121 ) : "Crossing the broad
river in a little boat, under the very guns
of the Somerset man-of-war, and waiting on
the farther bank until he learned, from a
lantern suspended in the belfry of the North
Church, which way the troops had gone,
Revere took horse," etc.
The looseness with which Lossing allowed
himself to write is nowhere more apparent
than in his allusions to this historic episode.
In his Pictorial Field Book of the Revolu-
tion he says (Vol. I, p. 523) : "Paul Revere
and William Dawes had just rowed across
the river to Charlestown with a message
from Warren to Hancock and Adams at
Lexington." Dawes, of course, did not ac-
company Revere, and Lossing, in Our Coun-
try, p. 775, corrects himself in this respect,
but still serenely careless of statement,
says : — "William Dawes had gone over the
Neck to Roxbury on horseback, with a mes-
sage from Warren to Hancock and Adams,
and Warren and Revere were at Charles-
town awaiting developments of events."
Such a statement can be reconciled with
itself only upon supposition that Warren,
* We are indebted to Mr. Will C. Eddy, of the
used to illustrate this article.
after despatching Dawes, went over to
Charlestown and there joined Revere, — a
supposition purely gratuitous. Lossing not
unnaturally also follows the other writers in
giving the impression that Revere engaged
a friend "to give him a timely signal" from
the North Church, when as a matter of fact,
Revere personally had no use for such a
a signal.)
It so happens that for the ac-
count of the events of that night we
have the highest possible authority.
Revere himself was not so modest and
self-effacing as to fall short of appre-
ciating, at something like its true
value, the importance of his services to
the cause of liberty on the 18th of
April, 1775, and posterity fortunately
has a circumspect and detailed narra-
tive of his movements on that occa-
sion, written down by himself. One
must not, indeed, forget that the real
worth of personal reminiscences, as
authority for history, is frequently a
matter of doubt and that inaccurate
Mystic Camera Club, for many of the photographs
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The Newman House. Home of the Sexton
who Displayed the Signal Lanterns
statements, due to a treacherous mem-
ory or a faulty perspective, are com-
mon occurrences in autobiography,
But when there is no indisputable and
unprejudiced record which can be cit-
ed to controvert an
autobiographical nar-
ration and when there
is no reason to doubt «A- «
the truthful purpose
of the author, such an
account is entitled to
stand and does stand,
as an authority out-
ranking all others.
Revere's Own story
of his midnight ride,
though written after
a lapse of twenty
years, has this qual-
ity. None of its as-
sertions in all the
warfare of antiquari-
ans and pamphleteers
has been successfully
refuted, and one cannot turn its pages
in the publications of the Massa-
chusetts Historical Society, to whose
secretary, Dr. Jeremy Belknap, it was
written in the form of a letter, over a
century ago, without a conscious feel-
ing that here indeed is a document
from the historic past which will pre-
serve a patriot's fame from the icono-
clasm of the modern investigator, even
though it may itself make a little icon-
oclastic havoc among poets and his-
torians.*
(*In preparing this letter Revere un-
doubtedly refreshed his memory of inci-
dents which happened so many years previ-
ous, from an account written by him, sup-
posedly about 1783, and which was found
among his papers. This in turn was based
upon other memoranda, so that the letter
to Dr. Belknap does not stand alone. The
earlier accounts may be found in Goss's
Life of Revere, the originals being in the
possession of the family of the late. John
Revere of Canton, Mass.)
Boston was in a ferment, during the
winter of 1774-75. The long series of
Paul Revere's Home in North Square
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General Gage's Headquarters
grievances endured from the mother
country had led to the adoption of the
Suffolk Resolves* in September. In
(*The spirit of the Suffolk Resolves is set
forth clearly m these two of its numerous
declarations : "That the late Acts of the
British Parliament for blocking up of
the harbor of Boston, and for altering the
established form of government in this
colony, and for screening the most flagitious
violators of the laws of
the province from a legal
trial, are gross infrac-
tions of those rights to
which we are justly en-
titled by the laws of na-
ture, the British Consti-
tution, and the charter
of the province;" and
"That no obedience is
due from this province
to either or any part of
the Acts above men-
tioned; but that they be
rejected as the attempts
of a wicked Administra-
tion to enslave Ameri-
ca." The full text of the
Resolves is printed in
Warren's Life by Froth-
ingham, pp. 530-531.)
October the Provincial Congress was
organized, with Hancock as president ;
a protest was sent to the royal gover-
nor remonstrating against his hostile
attitude and a committee of public
safety was provided for. In February
this committee was named, delegates
were selected for the next Continental
Congress, and provision was made for
the establishment of the militia. Ef-
forts were then made by the royal gov-
ernor to seize the military stores of the
patriots and to disband the militia, but
they proved futile, and the fire of op-
position to the indignities heaped upon
the people by the crown was kept alive
by secret organizations. "Sons of
Liberty" met in clubs and caucuses,
the group which gathered at the Green
Dragon Tavern becoming the most
famous. They were mostly young ar-
tisans and mechanics from the ranks
of the people, who in the rapid succes-
sion of events were becoming more
and more restive under the British
yoke. No spirit among them chafed
more impatiently or was more active in
Headquarters of Lord Percy
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The Ochterlony House
taking advantage of each opportunity
that offered to antagonize the plans of
the royal emissaries than Paul Revere,
aged forty, silversmith and engraver
on copper of famous caricatures. With-
in the twelvemonth he had ridden hun-
dreds of miles on horseback, as the
trusted messenger of the plotters
against the peace of King George,
making four trips to New York and
Philadelphia and one to Portsmouth.
In the early months of 1775, Revere
was one of a band of thirty who form-
ed themselves into a committee to
watch the movements of the British
soldiers and the Tories in Boston. In
parties of two and two, taking turns,
* The "Ochterlony house" is still standing, though
the front wall has apparently been rebuilt, at the
corner of North and North Centre Streets, Boston.
The Ochterlonys were royalists, but a tradition ex-
ists in the Revere family that one fair member of
the household was in sympathy with the rebel
plans, and that one of Revere's friends, while the
party was on their way to the boat on the night of
April 18, 1775, stopped in front of this house and
gave a signal. An upper window was raised and
presently, after a hurried conversation in whispers,
a woolen undergarment was thrown out. This was
the petticoat used to muffle the oars of Revere's
boat while he was being rowed across to Charles-
town. The story was told by Drake in his history
of Middlesex County, and John Revere, a grandson
of Paul, in a letter written in 1876 said that it was
authentic. This picture is from a photograph, re-
produced by permission of W. H. Halliday.
they patrolled the streets all night.
Finally, at midnight of Saturday, the
15th of April, the vigilance of these
self-appointed patrolmen was reward-
ed. It became apparent then that
something unusual was suddenly
transpiring in the British camp. "The
boats belonging to the transports were
all launched," says Revere in his nar-
rative, "and carried under the sterns
of the men-of-war. (They had been
previously hauled up and repaired.)
We likewise found that the grenadiers
and light infantry were all taken off
duty. From these movements we ex-
pected something was to be trans-
acted." The following day, Sunday,
the 1 6th, Dr. Warren despatched Re-
vere to Lexington with a message to
John Hancock and Samuel Adams.
This ride of the 16th has never re-
ceived much attention. It is not famed
in song and story and Revere himself
alludes to it only incidentally. He
probably made the journey in the day-
He Crossed the Bridge into Medford Town.'
Reproduced from an old photograph.
Medford Square
time, jogging out and back unnoticed
and not anxious to advertise the pur-
pose of his errand with noise and pub-
licity. Yet there cannot be much
doubt that, in its relation to the por-
tentous events which followed three
days later, it was at least of as great
importance as the more spectacular
"midnight ride" of the 18th. The
movements of the British on the night
of the 15th aroused the suspicion of
the patriots, of whom Warren was
chief, who had remained in Boston.
They meant to him one thing, — an in-
tention to send forth very soon an ex-
pedition of some sort. The most plaus-
ible conjecture as to its object, even
had there been no direct information
on the subject, suggested the capture
of Hancock and Adams at Lexington,
or the seizure of the military stores at
Concord, or both.
The two patriot leaders, upon whose
heads a price was fixed, were in dailv
attendance upon the sessions of the
Provincial Congress at Concord but
they lodged nightly in the neighboring
town of Lexington at the house of the
Rev. Jonas Clarke, whose wife was a
niece of Hancock. It was of the ut-
most importance that they and the
Congress be kept fully informed of
what was transpiring in Boston. But
when Revere called on Hancock and
Adams in Lexington, on Sunday, he
found that Congress had adjourned the
day before to the 15th of May, in ig-
norance, of course, of the immediate
plans of the British. It had not done
so, however, without recognizing "the
great uncertainty of the present times,
and that important unforseen events
may take place, from whence it may be
absolutely necessary that this Congress
should meet sooner than the day afore-
said."* The delegates indeed had
(*Journal of the Second Provincial Con-
gress, p. T46.)
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scarcely dispersed before the news
brought by Revere aroused such ap-
prehension that the committee which
had been authorized to call the conven-
tion together again met, and on Tues-
day, the 18th, ordered the delegates to
re-assemble on the 22nd at Watertown.
Meantime, the committees of safety
and supplies had continued their ses-
sions at Concord. Friday, the 14th, it
had been voted :
artillery company, to join the army when
raised, they to have no pay until they join
the army; and also that an instructor for the
use of the cannon be appointed, to be put di-
rectly in pay."
It was also voted :
"That the four six pounders be transport-
ed to Groton, and put under the care of Col.
Prescott."
"That two seven inch brass mortars be
transported to Acton."*
(♦Journal, ,j. 515.)
The Craddock House, Medford
"That, the cannon now in the town of
Concord, be immediately disposed of within
said town, as the committee of supplies may
direct."*
(*Journal of Committees of Safety and
Supplies; p. 514.
Monday, the 17th, however, with
John Hancock — to whom Revere had
brought on Sunday information of the
preparations being made in Boston for
the expedition of the British — the com-
mittees on safety and supplies, sitting
jointly, voted :
"That two four pounders, now at Concord,
be mounted by the committee of supplies,
and that Col. Barrett be desired to raise an
On the 1 8th, the committees contin-
ued their preparations in anticipation
of the descent of the British upon the
stores which had been collected. Nu-
merous votes were passed, providing
for a thorough distribution of the
stock of provisions and ammunition
on hand ; a few of these may be cited
to tell the graphic story :
"Voted, That all the ammunition be depos-
ited in nine different towns in this province;
that Worcester be one of them ; that Lan-
caster be one, (N. B. Col. Whitcomb is
there) ; that Concord be one : and, that
Groton, Stoughtonham, Stow, Mendon,
Leicester and Sudburv. be the others.
The Mystic River
Voted, That part of the provisions be re-
moved from Concord, viz : 50 barrels of
beef, from thence to Sudbury, with Deacon
Plimpton; 100 barrels of flour, of which
what is in the malt house in Concord be
part; 20 casks of rice; 15 hogsheads of
molasses; 10 hogsheads of rum; 500 candles.
* * * *
Voted, That the vote of the fourteenth
instant, relating to the powder being re-
moved from Leicester to Concord, be recon-
sidered, and that the clerk be directed to
write to Col. Barrett, accordingly, and to
desire he would not proceed in making it up
in cartridges.
5j< >|S % 5J!
Voted, That the musket balls under the
care of Col. Barrett, be buried under ground,
in some safe place, that he be desired to do
it, and to let the commissary only be in-
formed thereof.
Voted, Thar the spades, pick-axes, bill-
hooks, shovels, axes, hatchets, crows, and
wheelbarrows, now at Concord, be divided,
and one third remain in Concord, one third
at Sudbury, and one third at Stow.
Voted, That two medicinal chests still re-
main at Concord, at two different parts of
the town; six do. at Groton, Mendon, and
Stow, two in each town, and in different
places ; two ditto in Worcester, one in each
part of the town ; and, two in Lancaster,
ditto ; that sixteen hundred yards of Rus-
sia linen be deposited in seven parts, with
the doctor's chests; that the eleven hundred
tents be deposited in equal parts in Worces-
ter, Lancaster, Groton, Stow, Mendon,
Leicester, and Sudbury."*
(♦Journal, pp. 516-517.)
The transporting of the six pound-
ers to Groton and the brass mortars to
Acton carried an inference and a mes-
sage of its own. It helps to account
for the presence at the fight at Con-
cord Bridge, on the 19th, of the min-
ute men, from these and other towns,
who could not readily have covered
the distance within so short a time,
had their information been due solely
to Revere's alarm of the night before.
But that the blow might be expected
at almost any moment, Revere's tid-
ings, brought on Sunday, made quickly
apparent to the committees in session
at Concord on Monday, two days be-
fore it fell.
No one in Boston knew better than
Revere what the plans of the British
were on the night of the 18th of April.
He was in the thick of everything that
was transpiring. ''On Tuesday even-
ing, the 18th," he writes, "it was ob-
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served that a number of soldiers were
marching toward the bottom of the
Common," which meant that they
were to be transported across the river
to Charlestown or Cambridge, instead
of making the long march around by
way of Boston Neck. He continues :
"About ten o'clock, Dr. Warren sent in
great haste for me, and begged that I would
immediately ^et off for Lexington, where
Messrs. Hancock and Adams were, and ac-
quaint them of the movement, and that it
was thought they were the objects. When
two friends rowed me across Charles River
a little to the eastward where the Somerset
man-of-war lay. It was then young flood,
the ship was winding, and the moon
rising. They landed me on the Charles-
town side. When I got into town, I met
Colonel Conant and several others ; they
said they had seen our signals. I told them
what was acting, and went to get me a
horse ; I got a horse of Deacon Larkin."
Revere thus makes it quite plain
that the signals were agreed upon for
the benefit of the waiting patriots on
the Charlestown shore, who when thev
The Hancock-Clark House, Lexington
1 got to Dr. Warren's house, I found he had
sent an express by land to Lexington — a Mr.
William Dawes. The Sunday before, by
desire of Dr. Warren, I had been to Lexing-
ton, to Messrs. Hancock and Adams, who
were at the Rev. Mr. Clark's. I returned
at night through Charlestown ; there I
agreed with i. Colonel Conant and some
other gentlemen, that if the British went out
by water, we would show two lanthorns in
the North Church steeple ; and if by land,
one as a signal ; for we were apprehensive it
would be difficult to cross the Charles River,
or get over Boston Neck. I left Dr. War-
ren, called upon a friend, and desired him
to make the signals. I then went home,
took my boots and surtout, went to the
north part of the town, where I kept a boat ;
should see the light or lights, might be
trusted to carry the news to Lexington
and Concord in the event of no one be-
ing able to cross the river or get
through the British lines by the land
route over Boston Neck. From the spot
where Revere landed on the Charles-
town shore, the steeple of Christ
church was plainly visible, yet he does
not mention seeing the signals, though
taking pains to record that others had
seen them. Certainly curiosity could
have been his only motive for looking
for the lights in any event. Had Re-
vere and Dawes both been captured or
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The Merriam House, Lexington
otherwise prevented from starting on
their journeys, the signal lanterns were
to tell their story just the same, and it
is fair to assume that some other rider
would then have carried the news out
through the Middlesex villages to
Hancock and Adams. But to say this
is not to detract from the value of the
services rendered by Revere and
Dawes. It so happened that the three-
fold safeguard taken to insure the
alarming of the country was not, in
the event, necessary. All three served
their purpose and any one without the
others might have served, but as a
matter of fact all three succeeded. To
Revere must be awarded the posses-
sion of the foresight
which suggested and ar-
ranged for the display of
the signal lights ; and to
Dr. Warren, after hav-
ing despatched Dawes
with the important news,
belongs the credit for
providing against the
contingency of his cap-
ture by sending Revere
on the same errand by a
different route. Each of
the actors in this little
curtain-raising perform-
ance, preceding
the first act in
the great drama
of the Revolution
to be played next
day on Lexing-
ton Green and at
Concord Bridge,
executed his part
well, with cour-
age, skill, intelli-
gence and patri-
otism.
And in view of all these facts, for
which Revere himself is our chief
authority, we are forced to the conclu-
sion that Mr. Longfellow drew liber-
ally from his imagination, when he
wrote the lines :
"Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse's side,
Now gazed at the landscape far and near.
Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle-girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry-tower of the Old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo ! as he looks, on the belfry's height
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
The Buckman Tavern
Lexington Common
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns !"
Revere's story is to the effect that as
soon as he could procure a horse, he
started upon his journey, without fur-
ther delay. "While the horse was pre-
paring," he says, "Richard Devens,
Esq., who was one of the Committee
of Safety, came to me, and told me
that he came down the road from Lex-
ington, after sundown, that evening;
that he met ten British officers, all well
mounted and armed, going up the
road. I set off upon a very good
horse ; it was then about 1 1 o'clock,
and very pleasant." He had not gone
far, when he discovered just ahead of
him two British soldiers, but he turned
quickly about, and, though pursued,
made good his escape, passing through
Medford and up to Menotomy, now
Arlington. "In Medford," he records,
"I awaked the captain of the minute
men ; and after that, I alarmed almost
every house, till I got to Lexington."
This quite agrees with the stirring
description of the poet :
"A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the
dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a
spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and
fleet:
That was all ! And yet, through the gloom
and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night."
Revere aroused Hancock and Ad-
ams at the Rev. Jonas Clarke's house
in Lexington.* No one has told the
(* Among the depositions of the survivors
of the Battle ot Lexington, printed in Phin-
ney's history of the fight, published in 1825,
is one signed by William Munroe, an or-
derly sergeant in Capt. Parker's company
of minute-men. Munroe says he learned
early in the evening of the 18th that Brit-
ish officers had been seen on the road from
Boston. "I supposed," he continues, "they
had some design upon Hancock and Adams,
who were at the house of the Rev. Mr.
Clark, and immediately assembled a guard of
eight men, with their arms, to guard the
house. About midnight, Col. Paul Revere
rode up and requested admittance. I told
him the family had just retired, and had
requested, that they might not be disturbed
by any noise about the house. 'Noise !' said
he, 'you'll have noise enough before long.
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The regulars are coming out.' We then
permitted him to pass." p. 33.
Dorothy Quincy, Hancock's betrothed,
whom he married the following autumn,
was also in the house.)
story of what occurred after that bet-
ter than Revere himself :
"After I had been there about half an hour,
Mr. Dawes came; we refreshed ourselves,
and set off for Concord, to secure the stores,
&c, there. We were overtaken by a young
Dr. Prescott, whom we found to be a high
Son of Liberty. I told them of the ten
in nearly the same situation as those officers
were, near Charlestown. I called for the
Doctor and Mr. Dawes to come up ; in an
instant I was surrounded by four ; — they
had placed themselves in a straight road,
that inclined each way ; they had taken
down a pair of bars on the north
side of the road, and two of them were
under a tree in the pasture. The Doctor
being foremost, he came up ; and we tried to
get past them ; but they being armed with
pistols and swords, they forced us into the
pasture; the Doctor jumped his horse over
a low stone wall, and got to Concord.
Concord Square
officers that Mr. Devens met, and that it
was probable we might be stopped before
we got to Concord ; for I supposed that after
that night, they divided themselves, and
that two of them had fixed themselves in
such passages as were most likely to stop
any intelligence going to Concord. I like-
wise mentioned that we had better alarm all
the inhabitants till we got to Concord ; the
young Doctor much approved of it, and said
he would stop with either of us, for the peo-
ple between that and Concord knew him,
and would give the more credit to what we
said. We had got nearly half way ; Mr.
Dawes and the Doctor stopped to alarm
the people of a house ; I was about one
hundred yards ahead, when I saw two men,
"I observed a wood at a small distance, and
made for that. When I got there, out start-
ed six officers, on horseback, and ordered me
to dismount ; — one of them, who appeared to
have the command, examined me, where I
came from, and what my name was? I told
him. He asked me if I was an express? I
answered in the affirmative. He demanded
what time I left Boston? I told him; and
added, that their troops had catched
aground in passing the river, and that there
would be five hundred Americans there in
a short time, for I had alarmed the country
all the way 'op*
(*Lossing, in Our Country, p. 777, says :—
"Revere and his fellow prisoners were
closely questioned concerning Hancock and
146
THE TRUE STORY OF PAUL REVERES RIDE
Adams, but gave evasive answers." This is
another of Lossing's wholly gratuitous state-
ments, there being no authority for saying
that questions were asked concerning Han-
cock and Adams, while from Revere's ac-
count of the colloquy he appears to have
been exceedingly frank in his replies to the
British officers. Lossing made the mistake
of supposing that the story would read bet-
ter by crediting Revere with displaying a
certain amount of Yankee shrewdness in
attempting to deceive his captors. With a
pistol to his head, it is quite likely Revere
thought discretion the better part of valor;
if such a suggestion be unjust, then it may
about one mile, the Major rode up to the
officer that was leading me and told him to
give me to the Sergeant. As soon as he
took me, the Major ordered him, if I at-
tempted to run, or anybody insulted them,
to blow my brains out. We rode till we got
near Lexington meeting-house, when the
militia fired a volley of guns, which ap-
peared to alarm them very much."
So much so, in short, that the major
ordered the sergeant to take Revere's
horse from him, and the officers rode
quickly off together leaving their pris-
oner free. It was then about two
Where Paul Revere was Captured
surely be said that his remarkable candor
in truth-telling is a tribute at once to his
courage and audacity. In either view, he
was anything but evasive.)
"He immediately rode towards those who
stopped us, when all five of them came
down upon a full gallop ; one of them, whom
I afterwards found to be a Major Mitchell,
of the 5th Regiment, clapped his pistol to
my head, called me by name, and told me
he was going to ask me some questions, and
if I did not give him true answers he would
blow my brains out. He then asked me
similar questions to those above. He then
ordered me to mount my horse, after search-
ing me for arms. He then ordered them
to advar.ce and to lead me in front. When
we got to the road, they turned down
towards Lexington. When we had got
o'clock in the morning, and Revere
went across lots, returning to the Rev.
Mr. Clarke's house, where upon nar-
rating his adventures to Hancock and
Adams, it was decided that they ought
to retire to a safer place. Revere went
with them toward Woburn, where they
found lodging, Dorothy Ouincy and
young Mr. Lowell, Hancock's clerk,
accompanying them. There Revere
left them, and with Lowell returned to
Lexington "to find what was going
on." Great things, indeed, fraught
with momentous consequences were
"going on" when Revere and his com-
panion reached the village green.
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The 19th of April had dawned. It was
daylight and messengers were hurry-
ing through the town with the news
that the British troops were coming up
the road from Cambridge.
"Mr. Lowell," writes Revere, "asked me
to go to the tavern with him, to get a trunk
of papers belonging to Mr. Hancock. We
went up chamber, and while we were get-
ting the trunk, we saw the British very near,
upon a full march. We hurried towards
Mr. Clark's house. In our way, we passed
through the militia. They were about fifty.
When we had got about one hundred yards
from the meeting-house, the British troops
appeared on both sides of the meeting-house.
They made a short halt ; when I saw and
heard a gun fired, which appeared to be a
pistol. Then I could distinguish two guns,
and then a continued roar of musketry;
when we made off with the trunk."
This was the "Battle of Lexington"
— fifty men exchanging a few volleys
of musketry with eight hundred of the
King's disciplined troops, who then
marched on to Concord, only to find,
after a bloody encounter, that the most
valuable of the stores they had come
to seize or destroy, had, thanks to the
timely warning of Paul Revere three
days before, been already removed to
places of safety.
On the day following these events,
Revere was permanently engaged by
Dr. Warren, president of the Commit-
tee of Safety, "as a messenger to do
the outdoors business for that commit-
tee." * It would be a mistaken idea
(*Revere's narrative.)
for any one to cherish that Revere
was willing to tender these ser-
vices without expectation of some-
thing more substantial in the way of
reward than the mere satisfaction of
having performed patriotic duty.
There was much self-sacrifice on the
part of the Revolutionary patriots,
whose only remuneration was ingrati-
tude from their countrymen, but the
men whom history holds as heroes
were by no means lacking, neverthe-
less, in that quality of thrift which
holds even patriotic service to have a
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Fac-Simile of the Record for the Appropriation Made to Cover Paul Revere's Bill
commercial value which the state
should recognize. Revere, at this
period, was prospering fairly well in
his business, and he doubtless felt that
he was not called upon to neglect it for
the public service without some finan-
cial recompense. That his employers
took the same view of the case one may
feel assured, from the promptness with
which his bill was approved by the
legislative body and the executive
council. That the authorities thought
Revere disposed to place too high a
valuation upon his services is equally
evident, for they reduced his charge
for riding as a messenger from the
amount asked, five shillings a day, to
four shillings. This bill, a fac-simile
of which is produced for the first time,
is carefully preserved among the Rev-
olutionary archives at the State House
in Boston.* The paper is faded with
(*Mass. Archives Vol. 164 p 3.)
time, but the handwriting of Revere
and the endorsement on the back with
148
the signatures of James Otis, Samuel
Adams, John Adams and other mem-
bers of the council in approval, stands
out clear and distinct. The bill, with
the council's comments, is as follows :
1775. The Colony of Massachu-
setts Bay to Paul Revere,
Dr.
To riding for the Committee
of Safety from April 21
1775 to May 7th, 17 Days
at 5/ 4 5 0
To my expenses for self &
horse during that time .... 2 16 a
May 6th To keeping two Colony
Horses 10 Day at 1/ pr
horse 100 0
Aug. 2d, To Printing 1000 impres-
sions at 6/ pr Hundd, Sol-
diers Notes 3 00 0
Errors Excepted £11 1 o
Paul Revere.
N. B. ye Government does not charge ye
charges of Impressions for ye Money emit-
ting for other Uses than ye Army,
reduced his Labour to 4/ per Day.
The comments of the council upon
the original bill, as made out by Re-
Paul Revere's Home at Canton
had ne-
vere, show the care with which the
expenditures were guarded. Revere
evidently did not designate the pur-
pose for which the "impressions"
printed by him and charged up to the
colony was intended, so a memoran-
dum was made at the bottom of the
bill calling attention to the fact that
only the printing of money for the use
of the army would be paid for. Doubt-
less inquiry developed that Revere's
charge was in accordance with this
understanding, though he
glected to indicate it in the
item in question, and the
explanatory words, "Sol-
diers Notes," were after-
ward added.
The record of the appro-
priation made to cover the
bill, after the total had been
reduced to ten pounds
four shillings, is inscribed
on the back of the original,
and is to this effect :
In the House of Representa-
tives August 22d 1775
Resolved that Mr. Paul Re-
vere be allowed & paid out of
the publick Treasury of this Colony ten
pound four shilling in full discharge of the
within account
Sent up for concurrence
Jas. Warren Speakr.
Saml Adams Sec'y
In Council Aug 22 1775
Read and concurred
Consented to
James Otis
W. Sever
B. Greenleaf
W. Spooner
J. Winthrop.
T. dishing
Tohn Adams
Saml Adams
Joseph Gerrish
John Whetcomb
Jedh Foster
Eldad Taylor
M. Farley
J. Palmer
S. Holten
Where He Manufactured Powder in Canton
149
From a steel engraving from the portrait by Gilbert Stuart.
Paul Revere
After the British had evacuated
Boston, Revere made himself useful to
Washington and on April 10, 1776, he
entered the regular military service,
being commissioned a major in the
First Regiment ; Nov. 27 he was made
a Lieutenant-Colonel of Artillery. He
served in the Rhode Island campaign
and was in command of Castle Will-
iam in Boston Harbor ; but with his
subsequent career we need not concern
ourselves here. He retained through-
out his life an intelligent interest in
public affairs, and on one occasion
probably used his influence in an im-
portant and lasting manner. When the
fate of the Federal Constitution was
trembling in the balance in 1788, and
the support of Massachusetts was vital,
Samuel Adams, who had been the
leading critic of the document, as
drawn up at Philadelphia, is credited
with having turned the scales in its
favor. It is pleasant to think that he
was induced to do so by the impression
made upon him by a procession of
those plain people, to whose voice
Adams never failed to listen, led by
Paul Revere, from the old Green
Dragon Tavern, where resolutions en-
thusiastically approving the new Con-
stitution had been adopted. Daniel
Webster, in a speech delivered at Pitts-
burg, July 9, 1833, alluded to this in-
cident, and represented a colloquy as
having taken place between Adams
and Revere somewhat after this
fashion :
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151
"How many mechanics," said Adams,
"were at the Green Dragon when these
resolutions were passed?"
"More sir,' was the reply, "than the
Green Dragon could hold."
"And where were the rest, Mr. Revere?"
"In the streets, sir."
"And how many were in the streets?"
"More, sir, than there are stars in the
sky."
For many years, Revere continued
to follow the business of copper-
smithing and bell founding, establish-
ing an industry at Canton, Massachu-
setts, which still bears his name. When
he died, in his eighty-third year, in
1818, he left a considerable fortune.
He was twice married, and the father
of sixteen children, eight by each wife.
His remains lie in the Old Granary
Burying Ground, a quiet spot in the
midst of the rushing tide of business
in Boston's commercial section, and
where they keep company with the dust
of Peter Faneuil, the parents of Ben-
jamin Franklin, and three signers of
the Declaration of Independence, —
John Hancock, Samuel Adams and
Robert Treat Paine.
International Sweethearts
By Edgar Fawcett
I
SHOULD never suppose him
to be an American," said Lady
Innismore.
"Why not, mamma?" asked
her daughter, the Honorable Miss
Vane.
Her mother, who was thin and pink
and high-nosed, after a certain type of
patrician Englishwoman, laughed
lightly.
"He hasn't, for one thing, any dread-
ful twang when he talks. For another,
he's graceful, and dresses like our own
men . I don't like his legs, somehow,"
drawled the lady in conclusion, "but
his figure is very good, and his face
manly, if not handsome."
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"You don't like his legs because they
have calves to them," said Cicely Vane.
"Our men's never do, unless their pos-
sessors are of the old John Bull pat-
tern, which, for some reason, is rapidly
disappearing."
"My dear, how unpatriotic ! By the
way," pursued Lady Innismore, taking
a red rose from a vase and putting it
into the front of her black lace dress,
"who got him out?"
She was going to six or seven af-
ternoon receptions, and had just met
her daughter in one of the drawing-
rooms of their Portman Square home,
which they occupied not longer than
about three months everv season. Her
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carriage, with its powdered coachman
and footman on the extravagantly high
front seat, and its huge colored coat-
of-arms painted on one of the panels,
waited for her outside. She knew very
well that her daughter, who stood hat-
less before her and very simply
gowned, had chosen to stay away from
all entertainments, this afternoon, be-
cause of an expected visit on the part
of this same young American gentle-
man whom they had just been dis-
cussing.
"Who got Clement Madison out?"
Cicely replied. "Why, he knew the
American Ambassador, I believe — "
"Nonsense, my dear. The Ameri-
can Ambassador is charming. I wish
they'd always send over such nice
specimens. But this official, as you
perfectly well know, doesn't occupy his
time in seeking to thrust fellow coun-
trymen down the throat of British so-
ciety."
"Mr. Madison met at one of the Eu-
ropean watering-places," proceeded
Cicely, as if recollecting, "that pretty
Mrs. Macnamara."
"Oh, the little woman whom two or
three of our Royalties beam on ? That
makes the affair altogether different.
I thought I saw him talking with her
at the Vandeleurs' garden-party. He's
— er — very rich, isn't he, by the bye?"
"They say so," answered the girl, ra-
ther vaguely. "I've never made in-
quiries."
"Oh, you haven't?" said her mother,
with a smile dim but sharp. "And yet
you have grown rather rapidly inti-
mate, I should gather."
Cicely flushed and started. "By the
way," she heard Lady Innismore add,
"your fpther will see you presently;
he said that he would join you here."
In the hall Lady Innismore met her
husband. He was a grizzled and very
spare man, unerringly tailored, with
deep-set eyes from which, of late days,
troubled flashes would sometimes leap.
Eighteenth Baron Innismore of
Ormolow, sprung from a race no less
rich than patrician, he found himself at
the present time in galling financial
straits. There was no reason why this
condition of things should be other-
wise. Lord Innismore was not the vic-
tim of misfortune, but rather of his
own violent extravagance. Ormolow,
in Devonshire, had for several years
been heavily mortgaged, because of
gambling debts. This June his win-
nings at the Ascot races had been very
large, but debt had left him only a
few thousand of these after they were
reaped. Like so many of his compeers
in rank, he lived a false, vain, selfish
life, and, like numbers of them, as well,
he scarcely gained one annual half-
hour of happiness. His wife he had
never loved, though at the time of their
marriage, she was very much in love
with him. So much, indeed, that she
had "lent" him almost half of her
jointure, never seeing a penny of it
again. She now hugged the remainder
greedily. Cicely was their one child.
The girl was so handsome, with her
profuse amber hair and sea-blue eyes,
that when her first London season be-
gan there were many prophecies as to
her making a great match before its
end. Yet this was her third season,
and though offers had come to her,
some of them highly approved by her
parents, she resisted all suasion from
any source but that of her own heart
and spirit.
"She's an odd girl to be ours," Lady
Innismore had said repeatedly to her
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husband, in varying forms of phrase.
"I don't know where she gets her sen-
timent from, really." This mother,
now so ossified in worldliness, had for-
gotten the sentiment of her own girl-
hood and the bitter disillusions which
had cruelly gorgonised it.
"Cicely's there in the front drawing-
room, if you want to see her," the lady
continued. Then, looking coolly into
her husband's face, she went on: "I
think I guess the truth, Innismore.
The American has asked you for her. I
saw you reading that long letter this
morning in the library, and something
in your face made me suspect. Per-
haps you may have seen him since.
I've heard he's enormously rich."
Lord Innismore pulled his gray
moustache and nodded twice or
thrice. He had long ago given up all
confidential dealings with his wife, but
this time he doubtless felt that she de-
served full tribute to her shrewdness
in a matter of such momentous family
import.
"Yes, Adela, there's no question
about his wealth. I'll tell you every-
thing later. I shan't have a very long-
time to talk with Cicely, for Madison's
coming this afternoon."
He was moving past his wife when
her next words made him pause.
"How we hate it, don't we?"
"Hate it? You mean—?"
"Marrying our daughters to for-
eigners. But if Cicely takes him, as
I've strong suspicions that she will,
we should remember his Americanism
as a very small fact. He'll live here
with her most of their time, if not all — ■
I'm convinced of it. As if he could
possibly prefer one of those provincial
Yankee towns after being accepted by
our great English world ! I shouldn't
be at all astonished, indeed, if he had
himself Anglicised."
Lord Innismore gave a dubious lit-
tle grimace as his wife passed him on
her way downstairs. At once he went
in and joined his daughter.
"So, Cicely," he said, taking her
hand and holding it for a moment, Mr.
Clement Madison tells me that he
wants you for his wife. He believes
that you like him. Do you?"
"Yes, papa."
Cicely was perfectly accustomed to
her father's matter-of-fact way. He
seldom kissed her ; he had rarely
scolded her, though he had once or
twice told her she was a precious lit-
tle fool for refusing So-and-So or
Thus-and-Thus. His manner had
never seemed to her brusque or heart-
less, for she knew so many Englishmen
of their aristocratic set who behaved
precisely as he did. With one of them
she had indeed narrowly escaped fall-
ing in love. They were nearly all very
much alike. They waxed talkative,
even enthusiastic, over horses and dogs
and races ; they had long periods of
silence when this woman or that did
her best to amuse them ; they spent
hours in the hunting-field or in shoot-
ing grouse, and often at country-
houses their feminine admirers were
expected to follow them into the bil-
liard-rooms and attempt some travesty
of conversation punctured by the fre-
quent clicks of ivory balls. Without
realizing it, Cicely knew in every detail
the ungallant modern swell of her race.
"He wrote me," said Lord Innis-
more, dropping into a chair, pocketing
either hand and crossing his slender
legs. "Then I went to his chambers
and we had a chat." Seeing a look
of surprise, here, on the girl's face,
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•55
Jier father added: "I — er — went to
him, you know, because his letter was
— er — very polite indeed. He offers
handsome settlements — I may say, ex-
ceedingly handsome." Here Lord In-
nismore rose. He hated long talks,
and he had a card-playing appointment
at one of his clubs. "I don't know
much about our ancestral line, Cicely,
but I don't think that in any instance
we've married other than Englishfolk
for surely two hundred years."
"In 1620," said Cicely, with a de-
mure recitational manner, "Edmund
Gordon Waynfieete, Baron Innismore,
married a Venetian lady belonging to
the famous family of Gradenigo."
"Brava !" replied her father, with
the rasp that he usually gave instead
of a laugh. "That's where you get
your yellow locks from, I haven't a
doubt. Well, my consent, please un-
derstand, is given. I'd like the mar-
riage to take place before the shooting-
season, and I suppose you'd prefer St.
George's, Hanover Square."
"Yes, papa, though the preference
isn't strong."
His lordship gave a shrug, and took
out a cigarette, which he rolled un-
lighted between his fingers. "I hope
your preference in another direction is
more decided."
"Oh, certainly," said Cicely, laugh-
ing.
"Upon my word, I've sometimes be-
lieved you'd marry a pauper if you
were fond of him," declared her father.
"But Madison, luckily, is very far from
being that. The truth is, he's richer
than some of our dukes. I've verified
his statements absolutely. They know
all about him at Coults's. One of the
American agents happened to be there
to-day when I called. He left no doubt
in my mind as to Madison having a
million and a half of pounds (I never
can remember how you put pounds
into dollars), besides holding a very
respected position."
Lord Innismore departed, that after-
noon, without having mentioned to his
daughter a fact which he wished to
remain inviolably secret, and which
Clement Madison, on his own part, had
promised to keep so. The latter had
received a daring proposal that he
should make Lord Innismore a large
loan within the next few days. Only
to call this proposal daring would be
to invest it with an insufficient blame;
for it was also the very essence of hid-
eous taste. But Innismore felt des-
perate enough to deport himself thus,
even after having accepted this young
man as a son-in-law and received from
him, as well, an assurance that Cicely
should be generously dowered.
Clement mused rather sombrely af-
ter the father of the girl he loved had
left, that morning, his agreeable cham-
bers in St. James's Street. He did not
like his prospective father-in-law ; he
liked few of the fashionable, dawdling
men with whom Lord Innismore min-
gled. All in all, titled and untitled,
they were a great throng, and they
stood for a most lamentable arrogance.
Love for Cicely made much of her sur-
rounding, at least temporarily, rose-
color, but even so halcyon a necro-
mancy could not tinge it all. Except
for Lord Innismore's daughter, he
would have gone back to America soon
after the feverish fascination of Mrs.
Macnamara had perished. He was
by nature cool-headed, firm of purpose,
and an abominator of vice. Especially
did he loathe vice when blent with so-
called culture. He had begun to look,
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in his reticent, clear-visioned way,
upon the English aristocracy as the
curse of a noble country. He was
young — barely twenty-seven — and his
opinion may have been open to refuta-
tion in many of its most important de-
tails. I leave that to the arguments of
the comparative social analysts. Never-
theless, it was his opinion, and he clung
to it with hardy, concealed stubborn-
ness. For many days before telling
CiGely that he loved her, he had under-
gone much severe anxiety. He had
never dreamed of marrying an Eng-
lishwoman at all, and if such an idea
had ever entered his head, it must have
been totally disconnected with becom-
ing the husband of any woman who be-
longed to Cicely's class. He was deeply
fond of his own country; he came of
New England stock, though for sev-
eral generations his family had made
their home in New York. Now he had
no near relations, and had found him-
self, when scarcely twenty, the master
of a great fortune. It had always been
his wish to enter a political life on re-
turning home, and already he had con-
cerned himself not a little with primary
meetings and other governmental
questions in his huge native town.
Of all this he had scarcely spoken a
word, as yet, to Cicely. His love for
her was the truest of passions, but like
so many attachments of the sort, it
never concerned itself with the girl's
mental strength or weakness. He felt
that she was complaisant and yielding,
and that she resembled hundreds of
Englishwomen, old and young, who
consented without a murmur to play
passive parts toward the other sex.
These made of themselves voluntary
backgrounds, and took it for granted
that they were to be amused rather
than to amuse, smiled upon rather than
even hint self-assertion, obey and con-
ciliate, rather than direct and counsel.
All this Clement disliked ; he had a fur-
tive conviction that some day he would
see Cicely delicately Americanized.
Such a change could not add to her a
single charm in his eyes, but it would
still bring him an elusive, yet vital
cheer.
To-day his meeting with her in Port-
man Square dealt only with the divine
frivolities of love-making. That even-
ing, at a certain very large dinner in
Mayfair, the fact of their engagement
was caused to transpire. Later, at a
great crush in Belgrave Square,
Clement and Cicely received
many gratulations. From the Eng-
lish of both sexes, they mostly
came in the characteristic, reserved
way. But there were several Ameri-
can women present, and their cordial-
ity was, to Clement, rich in refreshing
contrast.
"What will you do when you bring
her to New York?" whispered one of
these, "and have to put on your cards
'Mr. and Lady Cicely Madison'?"
"She isn't 'Lady' anything," said
Clement: "she's a baron's daughter,
you know."
"True ; I'd forgotten. But 'Mr. and
the Honorable Mrs.' ? Won't that look
even stranger still?"
"It may," returned Clement, with an
oracular smile. "It certainly ought."
At this same entertainment a slen-
der, comely young man found his
chance to glide into the little crowd
which surrounded Cicely. "Is it true?"
he asked, carelessly, with his lips close
to her ear. He spoke with such speed
and in a voice so deftly modulated, that
almost no one caught his words.
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57
"Yes, it's true," she answered, look-
ing full into his earnest eyes.
"Will you come and talk with me
about it for a little while?" he said, in
his quick, yet wooing voice. Some-
what later, as they moved away into
whatever coign of privacy the thronged
apartments would grant, Cicely met
the gaze of Clement Madison. It did
not look at all jealous, though he was
well aware that her present companion,
Sir Chetwynd Poyntz, had been among
her former suitors and that he stood
well outside the black list of detri-
mentals.
It was not until the next day that
Clement had untrammelled possession
of his sweetheart's company. By pre-
arrangement he drove her in one of his
smart traps to Hampton Court, which
they reached in time for luncheon at
the drowsy and picturesque Mitre inn,
only a step from the river. After
lunching, they strolled among the im-
perial oaks and chestnuts of old Bushey
Park, sought to pat the shy deer and
fawns, laughed at their own repeated
failures, and then moved onward
among the glorious trees.
"You haven't told me anything about
your talk last night with Sir Chetwynd
Poyntz," Clement presently said. "Did
he tear me all to pieces as an impudent
usurper?"
"Fancy my allowing him!" she re-
plied. They sank, as if by mutual
wish, on one of the infrequent benches.
All about them was a voluminous mel-
ody of high tossed leafage, whose rifts
revealed the brilliant blue and the
rounded, rolling clouds of a perfect
midsummer English day.
"No," Cicely continued, "there's
nothing mean or double about Chet-
wynde. "If I'd loved him as much as
I respect and like him, no doubt we'd
be to-day Sir Chetwynde and the Hon-
orable Lady Poyntz."
"You'd have called yourselves after
that funny fashion?"
Cicely drew herself up a little.
"Don't you know yet," she asked,
"about the rigid etiquette of our
titles?"
"I haven't thought very much about
some of their intricacies," laughed
Clement, perhaps a trifle nervously.
"Why, if you married him, should you
not be simply 'Lady Poyntz'?"
Pier sweet eyes widened. "Because
I could not. It would be against all
custom, all precedent. I am above him
in rank ; I am the daughter of a baron ;
he is only a baronet."
"M-m, I see. And then he's an Eng-
lishman."
Her head gave a bird-like start. She
looked at him across one shoulder, with
slanted eyes. "An Englishman, of
course. If he were a real foreigner,
like a Frenchman, a German, an
Italian, then it would of course be dif-
ferent."
"A real foreigner," Clement re-
peated, as if to himself. "Do you call
an American a real foreigner, Cicely?"
"No," came her brisk response.
Clement spoke very softly. "Then
you would expect to call yourself the
Honorable Mrs. Madison after you
married me?"
"Call myself?" she exclaimed, with
a tang of irritation in her tones,
wontedly so suave and mellow. "One
never calls oneself that. One is never
addressed as 'Honorable' even by
servants, as of course you know. But
one always put it on one's cards."
"Still, to us, in America, it would
seem absurd, no matter how employed.
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During our visits to England, I should
not have the least objection. But as
residents of New York I should not
desire it, and no less for your sake than
my own."
"As residents of New York!" The
words were harshly given. "You can't
mean that you've intended to drag me
over there ! You surely don't wish me
to live there !" The face of Cicely was
pale as her puffed and broidered white
frock.
"I do wish it." And very gravely,
but very tenderly, Clement leaned
toward her. "All my future lies there,
Cicely. You come of a race and a set
that despise my country—"
"We don't despise her ! We don't
think enough about her to do that!"
"Could contempt go farther?"
"It isn't contempt," she persisted.
"We admit her enormously large and
prosperous. In certain respects we're
prepared to call her refined. But we
do not often feel like doing so. As a
rule (you must pardon me), it has
been our experience that she is very-
vulgar."
In a swift mounting surge the color
stained Clement's blond face, then
slowly faded. She had hated to speak
as she had spoken, and she dearly loved
the man at her side. But it must be
now or never. She must make him
yield. Here and forthwith must the
fight be fought out — a veritable fight
to the finish. Here and forthwith must
be crushed clown and forever anni-
hilated this horrid peril of becoming
an American through marrying one.
"You call my country vulgar,"
Clement said, after he had held for
some time his chin buried in one hand,
whose arm rested on his knee. "How,
pray, is it in the least more vulgar than
yours? Assuredly, judged by size, it
has far fewer paupers, and these sink
to depths of degradation that ours
rarely reach. Is not ignorance vulgar-
ity? Go among your peasantry, your
mechanics, your fisherfolk, your min-
ers, all your working-classes, and see
what ignorance abounds there ! Many
of them dwell in pretty cottages, and
through summer these are overmanned
by flowering rose-vines. But inside
they are often comfortless, ill-ven-
tilated, unwholesome. The question of
pensions for your aged poor has long
cried to your parliament and received
from it no pitiful answer. The edu-
cation of your masses at the present
hour is below that of Germany, France,
Austria and even Denmark. It is so
far below that of our United States as
to make any comparison almost ridicu-
lous. Is knowledge, then, your defini-
tion of vulgarity?"
Cicely evaded his clear, mild eyes.
"Your people flock here in droves, and
we judge of them by their loudness,
their pushing deportment, their brag-
gadocio."
"But your people — your common
people, as perhaps you would phrase it,
Cicely — cannot flock to us in droves.-
They are too poor. The Irish flock
that way, and do so still, but only be-
cause starvation has driven them to
our shores. However, I have no de-
sire to talk politics."
"I do so wish that you would drop
the entire subject," she flashed im-
patiently.
"I cannot," said Clement, with placid
seriousness, "for the time has come
when it must be threshed out thor-
oughly between you and me."
"You mean, then — ?" murmured the-
girl, growing pale.
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"That all must be arranged, dear
Cicely, and the sooner the better."
"All arranged?" she faltered.
"That I should never consent to your
not living with me as my wife in my
native land. That however we may
transiently wander to this or to other
lands, from time to time, our real home
must be overseas. That I concede the
faults of the great Republic in which
I was born, but that these faults, in a
sense, only make her dearer to me,
since I believe them always fraught
with a promise of betterment. That I
see in this Republic the noblest and
purest idea of human government yet
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conceived by man. And finally, that it
would cover me with shame to forsake
her for any protracted period."
"This — this," the girl stammered,
"covers me with a sort of horror. You
never told it me before. You waited
till now, when everybody knows we are
engaged !"
"And pray," asked Clement, a note
of sternness creeping unawares into his
voice, "what did you expect from me?"
"Expect? Why, that you'd already
pitched your tent here, for good and
all ! We'd received you," she fired on,
her eyes moistly flickering, her pure-
curved lips curling with disdain. "We
don't receive everybody, you know!"
"Yes, I do know," he answered.
"You receive nearly every American
who is rich, you British aristocrats,
and who is willing first to fawn upon
you a little and then to spend money on
you in showers. You bow specially be-
fore the American women who marry
your dukes and earls, my angry Cicely.
And very often these marriages are
horribly unfortunate, being made with
the most sordid motives. One foolish
little woman gives thousands to mend
the old broken-down "historic" abode
of His Grace This. Another little
woman, equally foolish, pays the huge
debts of Lord That. The list of Anglo-
American marriages has grown very
long by this time. How many of them
have been happy ? How many of them
have contained, during the early days
of courtship, a spark of actual love —
of the rich, devout love which I feel
for you now, and which I am certain
you feel for me as well?"
Cicely rose, trembling^ "You in-
sult the class to which T belong!"
"T could not," said Clement, while
he also rose. "It is beneath insult. It
is too lazy, selfish and vicious. How-
ever, I speak only of what are called its
smart sets, and by this time I think 1
ought to know them."
"Why, then — why, then," she
gasped, "did you go among us after
you saw our depravity?"
"Because of you, Cicely. Nothing
as yet had tainted you! Your purity
was like a star which I loathed to see
blurred."
"Are you sure it was not Mrs. Mac-
namara who kept you handling such
pitch as you describe us?"
Clement's features grew tense.
"That is not worthy of you. And I
resent your 'us.' "
She laughed high and gratingly.
"Ah, don't idealize me, please. It
sounds anomalous enough after you've
abused my place in the world, my as-
sociates, even my kindred. Still, all's
over now." She swept past him, hav-
ing grown deadly pale. "Good-bye,"
he just heard, no more.
As she began to walk rapidly on-
ward he sprang after her. "Are you
not going home in my carriage ?"
"No; I've been here often," she
said, in husky tones, her head almost
imperceptibly turned toward him. "I'm
quite familiar with the place. I shall
go back by train."
"One moment, please. You said
'all's over.' Did you mean by
that ?"
"I meant that our engagement is at
an end." She hurried on, and he stood
with one lifted hand pressing hard
against the furrowed bole of a giant
tree.
On her return, that afternoon, Lady
Innismore met her with marked sur-
prise. "So early, my dear ! I thought
you and your new sweetheart were to
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feast upon all the finest paintings in
Hampton Court. You look queer. Did
the horses run away — or what?"
"/ ran away," said Cicely.
Lady Innismore stared at her child
in that stolid, languid style with which
years had made Cicely conversant.
"Good gracious, my dear, I hope you
haven't been quarrelling!"
At once Cicely told everything. She
was in great mental pain, and now her
mother's throwing of the head from
side to side and intolerant curling and
recurling of the lips, by no means les-
sened her distress.
"This is quite preposterous," Lady
Innismore declared, when the recital
was ended. "You never knew the
word diplomacy, and you'll never learn
it till you're an old maid with scores
of wrinkles."
"Ah, you say that, mamma, because
Clement Madison is rich!"
"I say it because he's an admirable
match, certainly. What on earth was
the sense of your breaking with him
because he chose to be a little pom-
pous about his own country and rather
impudent about yours? Didn't your
common sense tell you that he'd never
be contented with Yankeedom after
having really been taken up and smiled
on by us? I hear he's a good sports-
man— has ridden to the hounds more
than once in Leicestershire and else-
where. And then he's seen our coun-
try houses, a few of the very best. You
played your role idiotically."
"I had no role to play, mamma."
"Yes, you had. It was marriage
first and talk afterward. Wouldn't
you have had your assured settlements,
you goose ?"
"Oh," cried Cicely, "you counsel
such deception as that !"
"Bosh! How would we women
ever get on without it? Besides, no
special deception would have been
needed. Cetait la moindre des choses
— it was all such a trifle ! You could
have smiled and looked a little sad —
and got married. Men are all alike.
Oppose them in a pet idea and they
turn granite. Yield (or seem to yield)
and they're wax. Hadn't you the
weapons of your beauty and the fas-
cination it exerts upon him ? And why
in heaven's name should you bore
yourself by taking a heroic pose on the
subject of the British aristocracy? My
silly girl, are you a conservative news-
paper wrangling with an Irish parlia-
mentary member? He said we're a
sorry lot, did he? Well, he's quite
right ; so we are. We've nothing to do
except spend money, and we haven't
half enough money to keep up the im-
pudence of our idleness. What Clem-
ent Madison said we've all heard a
thousand times before. The Radical
gangs are always flinging it at us, and
(for that matter) we're always fling-
ing it at one another."
Lady Innismore paused. She was
very indignant, but she had not once
raised her voice above a tart, stinging
drawl. Cicely had dropped upon a
sofa, and she now went up to her, and
with a touch of something in her tones
that might relatively be termed soft-
ness, she recommenced :
"Come, now, let me write Madison
a note. You shall sit beside me while
I write it. I'll tell him that you were
secretly feeling quite nervous and un-
strung, this morning, and that you re-
gret "
But here Cicely flew up from the
sofa. "No, no ! Clement isn't the fool
you paint him, mamma. He at least
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meant what he said. He has the dig-
nity and honesty of his opinions, how-
ever I deplore them. He loves me,
and he would not lie to me. I love him,
and I will not lie to him. You once
told me, while you scolded me because
I wouldn't marry that odious Mr. Cav-
endish-Pomfret, that you were sorry
you'd ever sent me for three years to
Wye Seminary under the care of dear
old Mrs. Holme. But she taught me
at least what truth and honor mean, if
she taught me nothing in your eyes
more noteworthy."
Here Cicely hastened from the room,
and went upstairs to her own. By de-
grees her anger against Clement died,
but its passing left her determination
still firm. She would not expatriate
herself. It was bred in the bone that
she should not. Let her mother talk
insincerely and flippantly of the whole
affair. If pride and love of country
were myths, if there were nothing
worth having on earth but wealth and
caste and splendor, then she meant to
live as if this were all a fabulous affir-
mation and the complete reverse were
true.
She dreaded to meet her father, for
she was dearly fond of him despite
flaws but too manifest. In a little
while, however, Lord Innismore, fresh
from a talk with his wife, appeared ;
and Cicely had cause never to forget
the interview that ensued. Lord In-
nismore began by looking at his daugh-
ter as if she were a dish of something
that he didn't like and was impelled
to push away. But instead of pushing
her away he went closer to her. His
air was horribly grim ; his bushy eye-
brows were so drawn down that they
almost veiled his eyes ; he stood plant-
ed before Cicelv with red face, leq-s
apart, hands deep down in his pockets,
and a general air of commonness which
suggested its having been borrowed
from one of his most plebeian grooms.
"Well, my girl, you have made a
mess of it I"
Cicely was not in the least afraid
of him. She had long ago learned that
his bark was far worse than his bite.
She was excessively fond of him, as
already recorded, however much or
little he may have deserved it. He had
once saved her life when her horse
bolted with her on the hunting ground,
and had been laid up for weeks with a
fractured thigh in consequence. He
had never complained afterward, in
spite of much suffering, and repeat-
edly he had said, with hand tight-
clasped about her own : "Thank God
I got you safe through it, anyhow,
Siss, old girl !"
"You've come to scold me," she
now said, receding from him a few
steps. "I'm miserable enough, surely,
without that. No doubt mamma has
been telling you just what happened at
Hampton Court."
He suddenly veered away from her,
and went to a table, from which he
snatched up a book. Staring down at
the volume, he turned over its leaves
with such rapidity that each twist of
thumb and finger threatened to tear
one of them from its binding.
"Take care, please," ventured Cicely,
with veiled satire. "That's a Mudie
book, and if you mutilate it the damage
must be paid for."
"I can't pay for it," he shot out,
flinging the book with a slam back on
the table. "I can't pay for anything.
I'm about as well ruined, now, as a
man can be. I don't see anything that
T can raise monev from. I'm brutally
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in debt; you're not mean, and would
have helped me with a small slice of
vour settlements, or enabled me, be-
fore you got 'em, to put myself on my
legs again — I know how, perfectly
well."
Cicely said with sadness, then :
"Papa, if I had married Clement, and
if I had lent you anything, you'd sim-
ply have gambled it away. And
so "
Lord Innismore struck the table
with his clenched fist. "I wouldn't
have clone anything of the sort ! I tell
you I would not! I've made up my
mind never to touch a card again or
gamble in any way, as long as I live !"
"Servient d'ivrogne" thought
Cicely. But this was certainly better
than to be scolded after the manner
of her mother. Aloud she promptly
answered: "Bravo, papa! I wish, all
the more, now, that Clement Madison
hadn't tried to use so high a hand with
me."
He looked at her, quite abruptly,
with a certain mildness and melan-
choly which he never showed to any-
one else. "If I made you a sacred
oath, Cicely" — he began. But then
he stopped dead short.
"I should love to have you make the
oath," she said, perfectly understand-
ing his incomplete sentence. "But not
on the terms which I feel confident you
desire — no, no!"
Lord Innismore gave a great sigh.
With lowered head he moved toward
the door. Then he turned and looked
at her again, with great steadiness.
"I — I oughtn't to have spoken of the
settlements he promised, Cicely. It
was shabby of me, I grant. But you
don't know the madness that comes
over a man placed as I am. Your
mother will do nothing for me. She's
never forgiven me — you recall for
what. She'll help you, but she'll let
this house go, she'll see me in the gut-
ter, before she helps me with five hun-
dred pounds — or even less. Only fools
babble of suicide, and then don't com-
mit it. Look at Rotheraye, last month.
He staid till four o'clock at the St.
James's Club, merry as a linnet over
baccarat. By ten his valet found him
"Papa!" cried Cicely. She sped 10
her parent and struck him sharply on
the shoulder, then kissed him almost
violently on both cheeks.
He caught one of her hands, press-
ing it with vehemence. "Take my oath
that I'll never gamble again!"
"I'll take it."
"There's nobody on earth I'd make
it to but yourself."
"I'll take it," repeated Cicely. "But
not on the condition that I marry Clem-
ent Madison."
"Never mind." He gave her the
oath, and in his rough, lowered voice,
he made it very sacred.
"Now," he broke off, with his old
bluff manner returning, "will you do
a favor for me?"
"A favor?"
"Yes. See Madison once more. Oh,
you needn't look so stern. It's noth-
ing about marriage. Perhaps it's hard-
er than would have been any offer to
take him back."
"Harder?" Cicely creased her
brows.
"What is it?"
"This : Madison agreed to lend me
a certain sum of money during- the next
day or two. Of course he'll think it
all off, now. Will you see him and
ask him (remember, my girl, the sol-
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emn oath I've sworn you!) to let the
agreement hold good?"
Cicely gave a great start. Then she
hurried away, sank into a chair and
covered her face. She felt the hot
crimson shame steal against her deli-
cate palms.
Lord Innismore's voice went on :
"If he lends me that sum I can pay
him back every penny inside of two
years. Living my new life, which I've
sworn to you that I will live, I can get
from my Devonshire rents and my
Scotch property twice the sum he
offered."
There came a pause. Cicely still sat
with covered face. Presently her
father's voice again sounded, mourn-
ful, but not reproaching.
"Oh, well, I see it's no use. You
won't do it. All right. You're the
only woman I ever loved, Sissy, old
girl. I don't blame you. I've been a
bad lot in my clay and you've stuck by
me more than once. It's asking too
much, though, this time ; it's asking
too much !"
She heard the door close, and stag-
gered to her feet. Yes, her father had
gone. She flung herself into the chair
again, racked by a torrent of tears.
"I am sorry," said Clement Madi-
son to his visitor, "that you did not
send for me instead of coming here
yourself."
Cicely was darkly clad and looked
all the paler on this account. For a
moment her eyes wandered about the
pretty room, full of curious, taste-
ful and costly things. "You were
afraid to have me come like this, all
alone?" she said, absently. "Well, I
didn't know whether you'd answer anv
message I might have sent. How
should I know?"
"Cicely!" He motioned toward a
chair close at her side.
"No thanks; I'll stand. So you
think I've compromised myself by
coming here? Well, we'll assume I'm
a typewriter, or a girl with some sort
of subscription, or an artistic damsel
with a portfolio of barbaric water-col-
ors. But my mission is more serious."
For an instant there came into her eyes
a kind of frenzied light. She slipped
one hand toward her throat, rubbing
it restlessly below the chin. "I — I don't
come on my own account," she pur-
sued, and then seemed unable to speak
the next words.
But effort prevailed, and soon she
brought them out with clearness and
calm. Her entire appeal to the man
with whom that morning she had
broken faith was meant to be set in
the key of intense entreaty. But she
never reached the end of it. With
trenchant ardor Clement cut her short.
"I hadn't dreamed, Cicely, of with-
drawing my word to your father. How
could I?"
She stared at him wonderingly. "But
the marriage?"
"Our marriage has nothing to do
with the affair. If you will not, you
will not. Your father, meanwhile,
shall receive his cheque to-morrow.
A gladdening light seemed to pour
itself over Cicely's face. "Oh, how I
thank you ! Many another would not
have acted like this, Clem — excuse me,
Mr. Madison !" Her eyes glittered
with tears, and some of them fell. "I —
I told you, didn't I, of papa's oath to
me ? And he'll keep it — he'll keep it !
In two years' time, he will have gath-
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"Yes, you told me about that, too."
"Did I ? My head's so confused,
I "
"You'd better let me go home with
you, in that case," proposed Clement.
"Oh, no, thanks." Here Cicely sank
her voice to a whisper. "I — I didn't
tell you that I feared papa might com-
mit suicide!"
It occurred to Clement that there
wasn't much danger of anything so
ghastly. "In that case," he said,
however, "I'd better bring the cheque
myself at once. "Provided," he went
on, solemnly, "you'll allow me to ap-
pear in your house."
"Oh, it isn't my house," fluttered
Cicely. "You may do precisely as you
please."
He dismally laughed. "You didn't
speak like that this morning."
Cicely moved toward the door.
Resting her hand on its knob, she gave
him a look replete with mystery. Half
of it seemed gratitude and half bellig-
erence.
"Don't mar your noble conduct," she
murmured, "by allusions to this morn-
ing."
Clement somehow slipped much
nearer to her without being himself
quite aware of the approach.
"I might allude to them — er — apolo-
getically, you know."
"Oh," cried Cicely, "you want to
make me appear a perfect fiend by de-
porting yourself like an angel ! Come,
now ; you meant every word you said."
"That doesn't prevent me from apol-
ogizing. Suppose you did the same,"
"Never! "But she softened in every
feature while this little exclamatory
crash was effected.
"I'm sorry," Clement answered.
"Because that, vou know, would make
us quits. You certainly were not very
polite in Bushey Park. Neither was
I. We might each apologize for thai.
Then we could begin all over again. I
see your eyes ask me how, dearest!
Well, this wray : you could be my wife
and spend three years with me in
America "
"Three years !"
"Wait. You could go back with
me every summer. Summer's the only
decent time in England, anyway."
"Pray," she said, with a pensive
haughtiness, "don't revile poor Eng-
land any more ! Surely I've had a sur-
feit!"
"Is that reviling her? Good heav-
ens ! I've heard you vituperate the
fogs and the dampness for hours at a
stretch. Well, if not hours, appreci-
able periods. After we'd spent three
years in New York you would have
the right to command that I should
spend three years with you in Eng-
land. It would ruin my career, but
I'd do it, provided you so insisted."
"Ruin your career?" she repeated,
as he slightly turned away.
"Oh, yes ; I had hoped for a political
future in the States. Not on my own
account, but because I've felt that I
might do some good in a land where
legislation, God knows, needs honest
men far more than rich ones."
"Oh," burst from Cicely, "so your
beloved United States are not perfect-
ly faultless, after all?"
"Did I ever say they were?"
"No, you were too occupied in up-
braiding England. I must go now ;
it's growing dusk." She turned the
door-knob, slightly opening the door.
"I would never ruin your career," she
continued, shutting the door again,
yet still keeping a stout hold on the
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knob. "But you mustn't believe I'm
not immensely thankful for your great
goodness to papa. It would trouble
me greatly if I thought otherwise."
Clement drew backward several
steps. He folded his arms, and drooped
his head. There was silence. Cicely's
hand dropped from the knob ; she took
some faltering paces toward the man
she loved.
"Clement."
He lifted his eyes, but gave no other
response.
"I — I think I might try to live in
your country for — for three years. But
if I should grow very homesick before
they were ended, wouldn't you take
pity upon me, and ?"
She did not finish her sentence, for
with eager haste he had caught and
crushed her in his arms, and pressed
his lips to her own.
They were married in London that
autumn ; and when they went to Amer-
ica; a few weeks later, Cicely found
her fear of homesickness drifting away
with unexpected speed. The gay world
welcomed her, and its novelty, fresh-
ness and individualism became, as
month followed month, a deepening
charm. Clement's political impulses
were exploited with determination, and
their first result was a winter residence
in Washington. But every summer
the young pair would sail for England,
and at these times all the old remem-
brances were brightened for Cicely by
realization that her father was not
only keeping his oath, but would still
keep it while he lived. If possible,
this realization endeared her to Clem-
ent all the more. It seemed like a con-
tinual testimony, shining and precious,
of the high and sweet boon that his
love had brought into her life.
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The U. S. Naval Torpedo Station
By Grace Herreshoff
AS our late war with Spain has
quickened the interest and
increased the activity in our
new Navy, so the greater Civ-
il War set on foot more ambitious pro-
jects and offered wider opportunities
for inventions, ''changing the old or-
der and giving place to the new." A
wonderfully able navy was that of the
sixties ; but one of the most essential
elements the present day organiza-
tion possesses, it lacked : the torpedo,
which, previous to the Civil War, was
in the most embryonic state, needing
the activity of actual warfare to bring
it into prominent notice. In the gen-
eral revitalization of all governmental
departments, a spirit engendered by
the final demonstration of the Nation's
power, attention was turned to the
powerful explosives then recently
brought into use by the Navy, and the
subject seeming to open up unknown
possibilities, it was thought wise to
pursue a special course of study and
experiment upon torpedoes. To this
end, Admiral Porter selected, as the
home of the "Torpedo Station," Goat
Island, forming one of the protections
of the harbor of Newport, Rhode Is-
land, convenient to and yet removed a
safe distance from the city. The little
island — it is hardly a mile and a half
long — was the property of the Army,
however, and had hitherto been known
only for its disused Fort Wolcott,
where the Naval Academy boys had
been drilled during war-time ; but Ad-
miral Porter's scheme was too excel-
lent to pass unnoticed, and the value of
Goat Island was finally fixed at $50,-
000, a yearly rental of $5,000 being de-
cided upon.
Accordingly, on July 29, 1869, the
island was transferred from the War
to the Navy Department, only by
lease, however, for the possession of
anything so stable as dry land is de-
nied those whose domain covers all
the seas of the earth ; a torpedo corps
was organized, and under the direction
of Commander E. O. Matthews, as
Inspector in Charge, took possession
of Goat Island in September. Until
It was bv the courtesy of Commander Mason that the writer was enabled to visit the Station.
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The Commandant's Headquarters
the routine should be regularly estab-
lished and adequate working-space
provided, the old army barracks were
transformed into lecture-rooms and
laboratories, while a machine shop and
store house were evolved from the few
shelters the naval cadets had left be-
hind.
During the first five years of the sta-
tion's growth, were erected its most
important buildings, which are those
in present use ; they were the machine
shop, store house, electric and chem-
ical laboratories, several cottages for
the officers, and the inspector's house,
which latter was built over the old
barracks and includes also various offi-
ces. In 1881 a comparatively large
gun-cotton factory was built on the
west shore, and for a period of years
that explosive was manufactured ex-
clusively at Goat Island, though of
late only a small quantity for experi-
mental use is yearly turned out. It
being found impracticable to mass in
one building so great a quantity of
sensitive explosives — the factory was
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destroyed by fire, with some loss of
life, in 1893 — a number of small build-
ings were erected along the west shore,
and built into the embankment which
was cut out to receive them. This
scheme was rendered the more neces-
sary by the introduction of smokeless
powder into general use ; for, in each
little building, only one step in the
transformation of the raw cotton can
be effected, thus reducing to a mini-
mum the danger of explosion.
Goat Island, or the Torpedo Sta-
tion, as it is invariably called, is entire-
ly surrounded by a heavy sea-wall of
stone and masonry, begun under the
direction of Captain, then Commander,
Converse ; and it was only by the
timely construction of this barrier
that the island was saved from the
uselessness to which the constant wear
of the waves threatened to reduce it.
From its northernmost point — Goat
Island, long and narrow, extends al-
most due north and south — a heavy
stone breakwater stretches some one
thousand six hundred feet up the bay,
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ending in a light-house of the usual
neat, white-plastered variety. Both
the breakwater and "Goat Island
Light" were built long before the cre-
ation of the Torpedo Station, — about
1840, in fact; while even previous to
that date a small light had been main-
tained on the point, its keeper inhab-
iting a house near by.
the station. Even a few tenderly
cared for trees flourish before the
commandant's quarters directly oppo-
site the landing-pier, though elsewhere
the neatly marked paths and roads
gleam white in the sunlight. And let
it here be noted that the extreme neat-
ness prevalent at the Torpedo Station
is such as to remind one forcibly of the
The Electric Laboratory
The aspect which the station pre-
sents, as one approaches it on a sum-
mer's day, is not without its beauty ;
with the winter days it is best not to
concern one's self, for then the bleak
winds, sweeping up and down the bay,
seem to render even one's foothold in-
secure. In the summer, the ground is
grass-covered, and vines embellish the
six severely plain cottages, marshalled
in a row along the south part of
the island, which are occupied by the
officers constituting the personnel of
"holystoned" and orderly appearance
of a great battle-ship. Over in front
of the machine shop a number of pon-
derous torpedoes and tubes of obso-
lete make, with other objects of that
nature, are regularly disposed on the
lawn, and clumsy old submarine mines
(one "ancient" example is dated 1880,
such is the haste of modern inven-
tion!) mark the corners of the paths.
And here, north of the inspector's
quarters and scattered over tile widest
part of the island, within and about
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the embankments of the old fort,
stands the little group of buildings
which shelter the forces that go to
make up the Torpedo Station, — that
little speck on the great map of the
United States which exercises on the
Navy an influence out of all proportion
to its size. For the purpose of the
Torpedo Station is to manufacture,
instruct, and primarily, to experiment.
Every invention of use to the Navy,
and the power which these insignifi-
cant objects possess is symbolical of
the importance of the Torpedo Station.
They are, generally speaking, small
round receptacles of brass, one or two
inches in length, filled in the case of
primers and fuzes, which ignite gun
powder, with a very fine meal powder ;
but the contents of exploders and de-
tonators, which explode the gun-cot-
ton in a torpedo and are of necessity
Officers' Cottages
except in the line of propelling ma-
chinery and heavy armament or "ord-
nance proper," passes through or has
its birth at the station. Here also a
large number of officers and men re-
ceives instruction on matters of vital
importance.
Though gun-cotton and smokeless
powder are no longer manufactured
exclusively at the station, there are
produced here the primers and fuzes,
exploders and detonators, which fire
the charges of guns and torpedoes ;
more powerful, are composed mainly
of fulminate of mercury. A recent in-
vention at the Station was the com-
bination primer, which, as the name in-
dicates, unites in one primer the forces
of two different classes ; so that if, say
the electricity, should fail to act, the
charge would still be fired by virtue of
the power of friction which the primer
also possesses — and vice versa.
On the floor above the machine shop
is the torpedo lecture room, a large hall
in which officers and men are instruct-
The Torpedo Boat " Winslow" at the Station
ed, fairly lined with torpedoes, most
of which are the modern automobiles ;
but in one corner hang three obsolete
forms, one of which possesses an his-
toric interest in having been taken
from the Spanish war-ship "Maria
Teresa." The Whitehead automo-
biles, however, predominate in inter-
est, for they are the torpedoes in com-
mon use at the present time. The
Howell — also an automobile — is occa-
sionally used, to be sure, and is most
successful in actual warfare ; but its
delicate and complex mechanism (it
is propelled by a revolving disc instead
of by compressed air, as is the White-
head ) renders it impracticable for in-
struction or "exercise" use.
The modern torpedo is a cyl-
indrical case of steel, n feet 8 inches,
or 15 feet, long (the Whitehead is
used in two sizes) and nearly 18 inches
at its greatest diameter, tapering to
the bluntly rounded "head" at one end
and to the slender pointed "tail," car-
rying the rudder and propellers, at the
other. Into three sections is the won-
derful torpedo divided : the head,
holding the explosive ; the air flask —
which is the middle section — contain-
ing the driving power of air at a high
pressure ; and the after-body, in which
are the engine, shaft and steering-gear,
together with various appliances con-
trolling the idiosyncrasies of this min-
iature submarine vessel. For such the
torpedo really seems to be, guiding it-
self, and entirely independent of any
outside agency from the time it leaves
the tube, until the little war-nose pro-
jecting from the head touches a solid
substance, when the gun-cotton with
which the war-head is packed explodes
and the torpedo, with its target, is
blown to atoms.
But in carrying out its purpose of
destruction upon the opposing force
what an exquisite piece of workman-
ship is sacrificed in the torpedo ! Its
interior is filled with numerous delicate
and complicated mechanisms which
automatically regulate its course, every
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possible contingency being provided
for.
That it may the more resemble an
actual boat, one small compartment
is called the engine-room ; within this
the little engine, occupying a space
hardly a foot in diameter and driven
by the force of compressed air, accom-
plishes thirteen hundred revolutions
every minute. Though racing at this
tremendous rate, it can and does stop
on the instant without injuring in the
slightest, without even jarring the del-
icate machinery surrounding it. The
speed made by the miniature ship in
passing through the water, which, it
must be remembered, offers resistance
to its entire surface, is twenty-six
knots an hour for a run of eight hun-
dred yards, and amounts to about thir-
ty knots when half that distance is to
be covered. As a matter of compari-
son, let it be noted that the engines of
the torpedo boat "Dupont," gigantic
in contrast to the dainty mechanism
under consideration, cannot make
more than four hundred revolutions to
the minute; yet with this power the
boat, encountering to be sure, less re-
sistance, can make over twenty-eight
kriots an hour — nearly the greatest
speed of which the torpedo is capable.
What, then, would be the speed of the
"Dupont," could her powerful engines,
without destroying themselves, even
approach the high rate reached by a
torpedo's machinery !
As torpedoes are in constant use
for both instruction and experiment,
it would of course be dangerous and
even impossible for them always to
carry their charge of gun-cotton ; each
one is accordingly provided, besides
the war-head, with an exercise-head,
which is filled with water, in order
that its weight may equal that of the
former.
A torpedo is fired from a tube, the
upper half of which projects, roof-like,
over the mouth, as a shell from a gun,
that is, by a charge of powder ignited
by a primer; but with this difference,
that the torpedo travels under its own
propelling power, whereas the shell
gains its momentum from the force of
the ejecting charge. It requires, how-
ever, great care and skill to set cor-
rectly the different regulators in a tor-
pedo, preparatory to the run ; and it is
both interesting and ludicrous to
watch the proceeding of the novices at
"target-practice," for they are prone
to forget the most important adjust-
ments. A "surface-run" is most re-
markable to witness : then the huge
cigar-shaped object goes skimming
across the water, occasionally leaping
several feet into the air, looking and
behaving exactly like a porpoise, it is
said, while making a great rushing
and whirring noise, like the sound of a
train speeding through a tunnel, a fact
not at all strange when one remembers
that the fifteen-foot torpedo is running
at a rate of twenty-six to thirty knots
an hour. Perhaps the steering gear is
left to its own devices : immediately
the torpedo proceeds upon a course
most bewildering and even terrifying
to the beholder, turning in circles, run-
ning up against some object, only to be
headed off in another direction, and,
when the compressed air is finally ex-
hausted, describing an arc in the air
before ending its gyrations at the most
unexpected spot. Occasionally a tor-
pedo will be lost, burying itself in the
mud or following so eccentric a course
beneath the water as to evade the vig-
ilance of the searchers ; but it is usual-
A Torpedo Tube for Practice Work
ly recovered eventually, as was the
case with a torpedo found recently by
the divers under instruction at the
station. Though having lain a year and
five days beneath the water, it was
found to be intact, and will perhaps be
used eighty or a hundred times for
exercise purpose during its future ex-
istence.
It is hardly possible to realize that
this remarkable mechanism is the re-
sult of so humble a beginning as the
primitive spar torpedo. This explo-
sive, it can hardly be called a missile,
came into existence about the time of
the Civil War, and was nothing more
or less than a cast-iron box filled with
coarse gun powder, and fastened to
the end of a long spar, or "boom,"
which was carried alongside a launch,
though projecting some distance in
front of the bow. As this torpedo
could not be exploded until the launch
was beside the object of attack, and
as this act was accomplished by means
of a primitive friction primer, manipu-
lated by a cord, the danger to the oper-
ators was nearly as great as to the en-
emy. Though spar torpedoes have
been superseded by automobiles they
have been constantly improved : the
shell is now of steel, the charge has
become gun-cotton, ignited by an elec-
tric detonator. At a recent experi-
ment in the waters near Goat Island,
four of these modern spar torpedoes
were exploded, sending great beams
of wood two hundred feet into the air,
while the solid column of smoke and
debris seemed to extend up into the
clouds themselves.
The next step from the spar was the
towing torpedo, dragged by careful
manipulation of two lines at some dis-
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U. S. Torpedo Boat "Porter" Making 35 Miles an Hour
tance off the quarter of a vessel, and
made to dive beneath her adversary.
An approach to the automobiles were
the Lay, Lay-Haite, Ericsson and Ed-
ison-Simms torpedoes ; but these, al-
though propelled by their own power,
were hampered by the cables controll-
ing them from the boat or shore. In
1870, before the adoption of the
Whitehead by our Navy, the so-called
Station torpedo, resembling the En-
glish one, was constructed and exper-
imented with at the island ; it gave way,
however, to the Howell, which, though
a later invention, was introduced here
at about the same time as the White-
head, the most recent and by all odds,
the best.
It is a remarkable, and perhaps not
fully realized coincidence, that during
the Spanish War not a single torpedo
was fired by our vessels, the torpedo
boats having been mainly useful as
despatch boats, defending themselves,
when necessary, with the small guns
with which they were provided. Con-
sequently the first explosion of a
Whitehead under actual conditions of
war took place only year before last in
Narragansett Bay, when the United
States Torpedo Boat "Porter," running
at full speed, fired the torpedo at a dis-
tance of eight hundred yards from the
target, the beach of Prudence Island ;
then immediately turned about and
fled to a safe distance. Several other
torpedo boats were assembled, with a
number of officers on board to witness
the experiment, which resulted most
satisfactorily, effectually proving that
with the discharge of a single torpedo
the "Porter" could destroy the enemy's
ship and herself escape with practic-
ally no damage.
Mines were originally intended to
receive as much attention at the sta-
tion as torpedoes ; but shortly after its
beginning the mine department was re-
moved to Willett's Point, not however
before Captain Converse had made an
important invention in that line. The
Naval Defense mines are invariably
loaded at the station, and at the time
of the Spanish War the employees
were kept very busy filling the coun-
termines.
Copyrighted, /6'pp, by Frank 11,
Firing a Whitehead Torpedo
Not only are mines and torpedoes
loaded there, but it is at the Torpedo
Station that the torpedo outfit of every
vessel in the Navy is assembled ; and
on going out of commission it is there
a ship returns her outfit, to be repaired
or, if necessary, replaced. The regu-
lations, moreover, provide that an
overhauling of the outfit shall take
place every three years. With the
"rush in business"entailed by the tre-
mendous growth of the Navy during
recent years, it is not surprising to
find the pay-roll of the employees at
the Torpedo Station increased from
about $100 per month in 1872 to about
$400 per day in the present year.
The experiment manoeuvres at the
island are by no means confined to
torpedoes. Back of the machine shop
stands the electrical laboratory, a neat
little building crowned by the search
light tower, in which is given practical
instruction on this weapon of the new-
Navy. In the lecture rooms are to be
found examples of every kind of elec-
tric light used on board a vessel, from
the huge search light, down to the
minute one-half candle power incan-
descent, with which the inside of a
torpedo is illuminated for examina-
tion. The dynamo room is also the
place of particular investigation and
practical instruction to both officers
and men.
Leaving the electric laboratory, one
approaches an archway cut through
the high embankment which formerly
surrounded the fort ; one approaches,
but may not pass through, for within
the enclosure stand two buildings
closed to the outside world. The
larger is the chemical laboratory, in
which are conducted experiments in
the line of explosives ; in the small
building to the right of the entrance the
blocks of wet gun-cotton are shaped,
by means of a circular saw, to fit snug-
ly into the oval war-heads. Sawing
gun-cotton sounds as if it were a de-
cidedly hazardous proceeding ; but as
the material is saturated with water
and every possible precaution taken,
the workmen are nearly as safe as are
those in the machine shop, — more so
than the workers on detonators, per-
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haps, for a careless blow, be it ever so
light, on the sensitive fulminator may
result in the serious, if not fatal,
wounding of the workman.
In one wall of the white plastered
archway is cut the name of the French
engineer, very modestly, thus : —
"Rochefontain Enginr." He it was
who threaded the embankments
with passages, partly underground;
leading into these are little doors at in-
tervals in the walls, one of which, in a
corner of the enclosure, opens into an
old prison in the tunnel.
Again, back of the enclosure is
another, but solid embankment, which
extends thence along the west shore
nearly to the breakwater; it is this
embankment that shelters the six gun-
cotton and smokeless powder houses,
entrance into which, it is hardly
necessary to state, is strictly forbid-
den.
Buildings 1, 2 and 3 comprise the
guncotton factory. In the first of these
the raw cotton is picked apart and
dried, a certain brand of English cot-
ton being always used, as it is the most
successfully treated in the manufac-
ture of the powder. The second step
is the nitrate bath, out of which the
cotton, now nitrocellulose, is wrung
and washed, then carried to building 3
to be reduced to a soft pulp ; after a
final wringing the gun-cotton is ready
to be taken to building 4, which, with
5 and 6, is the smokeless powder fac-
tory. From building 4 the cotton
emerges transformed into smokeless
powder, and having the appearance of
sticks of glue ; but a process of drying
and seasoning, accomplished in the
next building, is now necessary, and
after that the powder undergoes a final
test, lying stored in the last building,
under different degrees of tempera-
ture, before it is issued for use.
The preparation to which the gun-
cotton is subjected, the ingredients of
which are known to very few, is of
course constantly experimented upon
and, as the results show, greatly im-
proved, for the smokeless powder of
the present day has obtained a consid-
erable advance in velocity over that of
a few years ago. Many of the experi-
ments in the action of gun-cotton and
smokeless powder are conducted on
Rose Island, which lies to the north-
west of the station, and where a gun-
cotton magazine is also situated. The
subject of nearly as much study as the
powder itself is the elimination of dan-
ger from explosion during its manu-
facture, and of disease to the work-
men ; and to that end the buildings
have been so constructed that they may
be frequently and thoroughly cleansed,
while some progress has been made in
protecting the men from the "noxious
vapors" arising from the chemicals.
As a place of instruction, the Torpe-
do Station holds a position of import-
ance in the Navy. Not only are classes
of officers engaged there every sum-
mer in practical study on torpedo work,
electricity, the chemistry of explosives,
etc., but each year two classes of sea-
men/the pick of the enlisted men, are
thoroughly trained in electricity and
torpedo work, and, if they so desire
and are physically fit, in diving. The
course in torpedoes renders the men
capable not only to fire the missiles,
but to give them proper care and to
repair them, to some extent, when dis-
abled. A lasting proof of the excel-
lence of the Station's diving course
was furnished by the work and condi-
tion of the men diving on the wreck
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of the "Maine" in Havana harbor. So
thorough had been their physical train-
ing, that after 50 days of continuous
work in the filth and stench of the har-
bor, in a hot and oppressive climate,
not one of the naval divers suffered
any ill effects or was in any way in-
jured— a most unusual occurrence in
any wrecking company. As to their
ability, though the New York press
was at first inclined to criticise, com-
paring the "sailors" unfavorably with
the professional divers, at the last it
was eager to admit their undoubted
skill and bravery.
With their previous six months'
training in the gun-shops at the Wash-
ington Navy Yard the men qualify as
seamen gunners after this seventeen
weeks' course, and are usually ordered
at once to sea ; later, those who possess
sufficient ability rise to the rank of
warrant officers.
A small portion of their time of
study at the station is spent on board
torpedo boats, the men thus becoming
somewhat accustomed to sea-duty,
though of course the majority are sent
on board battle-ships and cruisers,
gun-boats and other smaller vessels,
whose numbers predominate over
those of torpedo boats. Life on the
latter, it must be understood, is quite
a different matter from that on any
other ship in the Navy. In the hrst
place, torpedo boats are not built xor
men to live on, far less with a view to
comfort ; in fact, the question of ex-
The Machine Shop
In the foreground may be seen many torpedo tubes taken from the Spanish vessels at Santiago
THE U. S. NAVAL TORPEDO STATION
■79
istence on board was so far
forgotten in the cases of
the "Craven" and "Dahl-
gren," that no spaces
were allowed for the
galleys, and on their com-
pletion it was necessary to
construct them between
the stacks on deck ! It is
however, well known that
these boats were not the
result of American talent.
Beyond the primary
purpose of discharging
her missiles, the objects
of a torpedo boat are facil-
ity of control and speed, speed that will
enable her to outstrip any other class of
vessels whatsoever; save only the tor-
pedo boat destroyers, which are merely
torpedo boats raised to a higher power,
size, armament and speed increased,
but not altered. But to attain this
speed a torpedo boat must be of a slen-
der shape and lie low on the water, in
order to escape observation as well as
to offer the least possible resistance;
further she must not be uselessly en-
cumbered with elaborate fittings, but
every portion of her make-up must be
reduced to the least weight, while her
machinery must embody in a compact
form a tremendous amount of power.
Fully as high as her speed qualifica-
tions must be her ability to respond to
the lightest touch on the wheel, to re-
verse, stop, or start her engines at a
second's notice; for she depends in
battle not upon the material protection
of heavy armor-plate, which would
weigh her down and detract from her
swiftness, but upon her own insignifi-
cance and cunning in escape.
A torpedo boat is, in proportion to
her size, without an exception the fast-
"The Archway"
est vessel afloat. Though the "Du-
pont" is but 175 feet in length, with a
displacement of 165 tons, the 3,800
horse power of her engines is equal to
that of the Sound liners, such as the
"Plymouth," for instance, a boat of
vastly greater tonnage and perhaps
150 feet longer. Yet the "Plymouth's"
speed is hardly two-thirds that of the
torpedo boat. A comparison with a
modern ocean liner, whose proportions
more nearly approach those of a tor-
pedo boat, is also interesting. Rough-
ly speaking, the "Deutschland" — fast-
est of the ocean greyhounds — meas-
ures about four times the "Dupont's"
length and breadth ; but against a hun-
dredfold increase of tonnage, the
"Deutschland" can develop only a nine
times greater horse power, with the
result that her speed lacks about five
knots of the "Dupont's." The latter
craft, be it noted, was built to attain a
speed of only twenty-six knots ; but on
her official trial she exceeded this con-
tract rate by about two and one-half
knots.
The power of endurance against the
ceaseless battery of waves and ice in
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our northern waters is not considered
one of the requisites of a torpedo boat ;
but the "Dupont," with the smaller
''Morris," refuted the idea that these
vessels must be hauled up or sent south
during cold weather. Both of these
boats successfully weathered the hard
winter of 1898-99, moored to a dock
in a sheltered cove of Bristol, R. I.,
harbor ; the "Dupont" going there di-
rectly after the terrible November
storm of that season, while the "Mor-
ris" joined her later — in good time,
however, to pass through the novel ex-
perience of being frozen in the ice for
many weeks. But though the boats
stood the test well, the crews endured
untold discomforts.
Two members of the latter, never-
theless, seemed to enjoy life in the cold
weather to which they were so unac-
customed. Both of southern birth,
they were "Chic," the lively little fox
terrier mascot of the "Morris," cap-
tured from some Spanish merchant-
ship ; and "Dupont Bill," basely kid-
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napped in infancy from his Cuban
home, a goat which gladly devoured
the candy, with its paper bag, so fre-
quently offered him by the sailors, as
well as, on one occasion, the feathers
decorating a visitor's hat ! For a short
time last winter, the "McKee" was re-
joiced with "Bill's" presence as a
guest, and it was on one of her trips
that he narrowly escaped a waters-
grave. The trip was memorable in
the boat's career as well as in "Billy's."
The "McKee," which is the small-
est of her class, — hardly one hundred
feet in length and of only sixty-five
tons displacement — left New York one
stormy day for Newport, expecting
to arrive in about eight hours. A
short distance along the Sound, how-
ever, her blowers gave out and she
was forced to proceed under natural
draft, crawling along at about three
knots an hour, while the seas literally
swept over her, nearly sweeping poor
"Billy" overboard. At last he was
lashed to the smokestack, and though
THE U. S. NAVAL TORPEDO STATION
is
half smothered by the water, weather-
ed the twenty-four hour nightmare of
a trip ; meanwhile the executive officer,
"Bill's" only companion on deck, was
forced to grasp the supporting stack
in a close embrace.
innumerable are these unofficial
records of runs bravely accomplished
under conditions with which no torpe-
do boat was designed to cope ; but so
enjoyable can warm, fair weather ren-
der a short trip, that one would forever
scorn the most luxurious steam yacht
after a single rapid, exhilarating run
on a torpedo boat.
The "McKee" has been mentioned
as the smallest vessel of her class.
Still smaller is the "Stiletto," the only
wood torpedo boat in the navy ; be the
other slips crowded or deserted, she
is always to be found at her dock at
the Torpedo Station. Moored near
her, last summer, was that representa-
tive of a new type, the submarine tor-
pedo boat "Holland ;" and very strange
and weird, like some deep-sea mon-
ster newly dragged into the light of
day, appeared that part of her fifty
feet of length which is visible when
she rises to the surface. As far as the
question of life on board (or is it with-
in?) is concerned, the "Holland" is a
little more comfortable than a diving-
suit, and can be stored with sufficient
air and food to support her crew of
five for forty-eight hours ; as to the
question of destruction upon an out-
side force, this submarine vessel is an
undoubted success, as was proved in
the fleet and harbor defense manoeu-
vres held at Newport last summer. Tt
was reported on this occasion, that the
"Holland" could have "torpedoed"
(synonymous with "destroyed"; prob-
ably three ships of the blockading
fleet. In strange juxtaposition to this
modern invention, an old submarine
boat, designed by Admiral Porter, lies
near the docks at the Station. It is a
box-like structure of iron, divided
within into compartments, one of
which contains an ancient smooth-
bore gun, and intended to be sunk to
a stationary position.
It has been almost entirely through
the ceaseless activity of its many ex-
cellent commandants and assisting offi-
cers that the Torpedo Station has at-
tained its prestige. The present In-
spector is Commander N. E. Mason,
the well-known executive officer of the
U. S. S. "Brooklyn" during the Span-
ish War, who distinguished himself at
Santiago ; Lieutenant - Commander
Rees, formerly executive officer of
the island, but ordered to sea duty
August, 1 90 1, most ably performed the
duties of executive officer on no less
a ship than the "Olympia," at Manila,
under Admiral Dewey. It is hardly
necessary to add that the Department
strenuously endeavors to appoint the
personnel of the Station from among
the most active and efficient officers of
the navy.
Many years ago Rear Admiral
Sampson was Inspector at the Station,
and little known to the general public.
With the increase of the new navy he
has come into prominence, and by his
ability has shown to the world her
power in war, — a power the growth" of
which is typified by the progress made
at our Navy's Torpedo Station.
Handsome Felix
By I. McRoss
ftW
HAT is the use, Felix,
in being the hand-
somest man in all
Madawaska, if you
care nothing for the girls ? You might
as well be as homely as Sol Boulier, for
all the use your good looks are to
you !"
"Perhaps better, mother, for Sol has
just married as pretty a girl as ever
confessed a sin to Father Marchand;
you see good looks have nothing to do
with it. Now give me one of your
aprons to put across my knees and I
will shell the peas for you, before I go
down town to hunt up a table girl."
"You'd better hunt up a wife; re-
member you are thirty years old ; when
your father was your age we had been
married ten years."
"Whom shall I marry? Susie Mi-
chaud? Delphine Dionne? Rosie — "
"Shame on you, Felix St. Thomas!
To think of such creatures ! No, no,
marry some one like yourself, pretty
and slender, straight and tall, though
not quite so tall as you ; you stand six
feet in your high-heeled boots, your
wife's forehead should just reach the
tip of your ear ; she must be dark, too,
just a trifle lighter than you; hair a
good, warm brown, eyes brown or
hazel, color enough to stain her cheeks
a rich red. Never, Felix, never marry
a washed-out, light-haired, blue-eyed
girl, — she'd be faded before thirty.
Your wife must be French, too ; I'd
like a Canadienne, but she must speak
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English as well as you or I. Yes, and
her hair might curl a trifle that your
children's hair be not too straight.
Sometimes I think of the children
while I am here at work, until this
kitchen seems swarming with the dear,
bright-faced little fellows ; they jostle
my elbows, they get their little hands
into my flour, and I put out my hand to
box their ears — but not hard, I
wouldn't hurt them — just to get them
from under my feet. Madame rested
the rolling-pin upon the piecrust and
looked at Felix with happy, smiling
lips.
"Well, mother, you pick out the
one you want me to marry, and I will
get her if I can."
"Of course you can get her ! What
girl would not be proud to be the wife
of handsome Felix? Then see what a
good business you are doing; twice
you have been obliged to enlarge this
hotel, yet it is always full."
"That is because of your famous
cooking."
"Partly, and partly because the
liquors you sell are the best, so they
say, that were ever sold in spite of the
Maine liquor law."
"There, mother, the peas are
shelled." Felix rose and put the pan
of peas upon the table. "Now I
must go and look up the table girl."
His mother watched him as he
walked down the street — tall and
straight, head upheld, eyes bright,
complexion clear — he cared too much
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for his good looks to drink the liquor
he handled. His new suit of dark
gray cheviot fitted perfectly his fine
figure, and his boots had just the high,
pointed heels dear to a Madawaska
Frenchman. Apparently he looked
neither to the right nor the left, but
from the corner of one eye he saw two
girls looking at him from the opposite
side of the street, and heard the ripple
of a few syllables in French. In-
tent upon his errand, he crossed the
street.
"Do either of you girls want to work
out? I need a table girl at the St.
Thomas hotel." He directed his ques-
tion to the elder of the two, a girl about
twenty. "How pretty she is !" he kept
thinking. "But mother would not think
so, she is so fair ; and not tall enough,
either; her head would scarcely lie
upon my shoulder." He had the grace
to blush at the thought, as she smiled
into his face.
"Yes, I came to town to find a
place."
"What is your name?"
"Julie Le Vasseur."
"And your home?"
"In Canada, near the Chaudiere."
His questions had been put in
French, now he spoke English :
"Can you speak English?"
She answered in English as perfect
as his own :
"O, yes ; I went to an English school
and my mother is an Englishwoman. "
"That is the reason you are so fair;
you do not look like a French girl. Can
you come to the hotel now, with me?
Our girl left this morning and we need
you now."
"Yes; but my trunk is at my cous-
in's, Pete Thibbedeau's."
"I will send for it, if you will come
with me." They walked together to
the hotel and into the kitchen.
"Mother," said Felix, "this is Julie
Le Vasseur ; she will wait upon the
table."
"Come with me, then; I will show
you what to do," said Madame.
"What a white head !" wasMadame's
inward comment, though she could
not deny that it was a pretty head, with
its glistening waves of fair hair break-
ing into tiny curls wherever a strand
became loose. "She would be pretty
if only she were darker, and I am glad
she is not. Felix will never fall in love
with such a light girl." So hard it is
to abdicate a throne that Madame for-
got, for a moment, what she had been
preaching to Felix for ten years.
Madame watched Julie very closely
for many days ; she always kept her
eye upon the table girls, they were so
eager to get a word or glance from
Felix ; but Julie, to Madame's surprise,
seemed utterly indifferent to Felix's
charms, and that was something that
neither he nor his mother could quite
understand. Madame tried by hints
and questions to get Julie's opinion of
Felix ; at last she asked outright :
"Do you not think my Felix very
handsome, Julie?"
Julie was polishing silver in the din-
ing room, and she looked at a fork
critically, before answering :
"O, yes, Madame, for such a black
man."
"Black man! My Felix!" Madame
almost screamed.
"Yes, Madame, such black eyes and
hair, and such dark skin, you know."
"Of course ! W'at else will you have
for ze man? Ze white hair an' skin,
like ze foolish girl?" Madame never
lost her perfect command of the Eng-
HANDSOME FELIX
lish language except under stress of
great mental excitement. "Where ever
did you see one ot'er such han'some
man, like my Felix?"
"My Trirlis is handsomer," said
Julie, her eyes bent upon a tea spoon.
"Your Trirlis ! So zat ees eet, ze
mattaire ! Your Trirlis ! Bien, w'at
do he look lak?"
"Trirlis? O, he is tall — six feet and
two inches."
"Zat ees too much ; ma Felix ees
just six feet."
"In his stocking feet;" said Julie, as
though she had not heard, "my Trirlis
does not need to wear boots with high,
pointed heels, like a fine lady's."
"Zat ees ze style, an' ma Felix have
ze leetle, pretty feet zat look so nice."
"Triflis is broad across the shoul-
ders, thick in the chest and strong."
"So is ze ox."
"His hair is just a little darker than
mine, and it curls around his white
forehead; the rest of his face is tan-
ned quite dark, but his cheeks are red
as June roses. And Triflis's mouth —
O, it is handsome ! He does not need
any mustache to hide it."
"Ma Felix does not wear hees mus-
tache to hide hees mout', his mout' ze
pretties' you evair saw."
"Perhaps his teeth — "
"His teet' !" Madame was quivering
with rage. "His teet' are perfec' ! Yes,
look at you'se'f in ze spoon ; you see
you upside down, zat w'at you are !
W'at you t'ink you see, anyhow ? You
t'ink you pretty wit' you tow-head an'
you putty face? Felix can have any
girl he want for marry heem."
"Oh !" Incredulously, "he'd better
be hurrying a little, he's getting pretty
okl.'?
"Old ! Ma Felix ! He iss young ! An'
listen ; he will marry one hen'some girl
like heemse'f — black eyes an' hair an'
red cheeks, tall an' fine, wis ze proud
head like hees own, zat is ze wife I
choose for heem."
Julie shrugged her shoulders, dis-
dainfully.
"Well, that would be best. It will
save spoiling two families."
Madame was too angry to answer
this, and went into the kitchen bang-
ing the door after her. Julie could hear
her slam the stove covers. "Ma Felix !
Black ! Old ! Wear mustache to hide
his mouth ! Bad teeth ! Make fun of
his pretty boots !" She could not keep
it to herself, but found Felix and
poured the story into his ears.
"She shall leave, the baggage! To-
morrow, to-day she shall go !"
"No, no, mother; I should be
ashamed to send her away for that,
and you know she is the best table girl
we ever had."
Madame's anger continued many
days, but Julie did not pay any atten-
tion to it, nor did she seem to notice
that Felix's mustache and the hign
heels of his boots had disappeared.
One day word came that the gover-
nor and his staff, with their wives and
daughters, were going through the
Upper Madawaska and would be at
the St. Thomas hotel for six o'clock
dinner. Then Madame forgot her
anger and turned to Julie :
"O, Julie ! Only to-morrow ! Thirty
of them ! And such a dinner as they
will expect ! Many governors have
taken dinner here, and have always
been served with the best, but now —
not twenty-four hours' notice, and
bread, cake, pies, puddings to be
baked, chickens and turkeys to be
killed, dressed and cooked, fresh meat
HANDSOME FELIX
i»5
to be killed and made ready for oven
and broiler !
"Go quick, quick, Felix ! Get Pete
Thibbedeau's wife to come and help !"
Pete's wife was nursing a sore hand
and could not come, but by the time
Felix returned Julie had encouraged
Madame, and she had become a little
more calm.
"I will help, Madame ; the chore boy
and I will get the fowls ready for your
hand ; I can do lots of things, you shall
see." Her voice was so cheerful, and
her face so bright and sunny that be-
fore Madame thought what she was
doing she patted the girl's shoulder :
"You are a good girl, Julie, the best
that ever worked for me ; you do not
mind the extra work and look cross,
as most girls would. Now while T gtt
my canister of herbs you go into the
yard and pick out the fattest chickens
and the tenderest young turkeys for
Joe to kill." She took a chair to climb
upon, to reach the canister; there was
a crash, and Julie ran back. Madame
lay upon the floor, groaning with
pain.
"O, Madame, what is the matter?"
She tried to help Madame to rise, but
she screamed :
"My leg is broken ! I took that old
chair and it let me down ! What will
we do ? It was bad enough before, but
now — we will lock the doors, pull down
the shades and let no one in."
"No, no, Madame ; I will get the
dinner. You shall lie there in your
bedroom, just off the kitchen ; the bed
can be pulled close to the door and you
can tell me everything to do. Come,
Felix, we must put her in bed and send
for the doctor." It was Julie who alone
retained a cool head ; Julie who direct-
ed and commanded, waited upon the
doctor, soothed Madame and ordered
Felix.
"Now, don't you worry, Madame,
the dinner will be so like yours that no
one will be able to tell the difference."
After the doctor had gone, Julie went
to work ; until eleven o'clock that night
she baked and boiled and made prepa-
rations for the next day. At hve the
next morning she was again at work,
so deft, quick and capable that
Madame watched her in amazement.
"Julie, where did you learn to cook
so well? I believe you have taken the
mantle from my shoulders."
The dimples came to Julie's pink
cheeks : "O, Madame, have I not been
watching you for three months ? Then
I knew a little before, and you lie there
telling me, and I have your recipes.
Now taste this dressing for the tur-
keys, then I will fill them."
"It is good; just a trifle more sum-
mer savory and it cannot be told from
mine."
When the governor and his party
arrived, everything was in readiness ;
cups of bouillon, hot, rich and fra-
grant ; trout from a mountain lake —
John Therranlt had caught them while
the governor was taking his morning
nap ; broiled chickens, young turkeys
with Julie's nice dressing ; baked spare-
ribs of tender young pork; then there
were pies, and puddings with foamy
sauces, and coffee rich with yellow
cream.
"Tell Madame," said the governor,
in his kindest, most courteous manner,
"that those who expect a good dinner
here are never disappointed, but to-
dav Madame has fairlv surpassed her-
self."
Felix would have explained, had not
Julie silenced him with a glance.
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HANDSOME FELIX
The governor and his party had
gone ; Julie and John Therrault's wife
were putting things in order, when
Felix came into the kitchen. The tired
droop at the corners of Julie's pretty
mouth went to Felix's heart.
"You look so tired, Julie, sit down
and rest. I will help Susanne."
Madame heard ; the tone more than the
words opened her eyes to her son's
feelings. Not even when Felix had
sacrificed his beloved mustache and his
cherished high heels had she suspected.
If she could have looked into Julie's
eyes she would have read her secret,
too, that secret which dear little Julie
had guarded so well.
Madame's heart filled with anger —
not against Felix or Julie, but — Trifiis !
What business had he with Julie's
heart? "I wish he'd drown in the
Chaudiere ! I wish he'd tumble over
on his big head and break his neck!
The gawky hulk ! O, my, the wicked
woman I am!" She reached for her
rosary and said a pater-noster, then
listened again :
"Come into the dining room, Julie,
and let me wait upon you ; I do not be-
lieve that you have eaten a mouthful
since morning."
"Yes, I have, and I am not very
tired." She raised her blue eyes to
Felix and his heart gave a great
bound.
"Trifiis ! There is Trifiis !" she cried
the next moment and ran out to meet
him.
"Felix," cried Madame.
"What, mother?"
"Is — is it really Trifiis?"
"Yes, mother."
"Did — do — you think — was she very
glad to see him ?"
"Yes, mother."
"She — she — did not kiss him, did
she?"
"Yes, mother."
"The shameless tyke ! Send her
home ! She shall not stay here another
hour!" Felix did not hear; he was out
of reach of his mother's voice, out of
sight of Julie and Trifiis.
"And all he could say was, 'Yes,
mother,' sighed Madame.
"I wish that Trifiis may choke with
the next mouthful of bread he takes !
O my, O my!" And she said an-
other pater-noster.
It seemed to Felix that hours had
passed, though Susanne had just fin-
ished washing the dishes and gone
home, when Julie walked into the office
with Triflis's hand clasped in hers :
"Felix — I mean Mr. St. Thomas,
this is my brother, Trifiis," she said de-
murely, though her eyes were twink-
ling.
"What ! Trifiis your brother !" With
outstretched hands Felix sprang to-
ward the tall young man. "You big,
handsome boy !" was his thought, while
he tried to shake the large, heavy
hands.
"We must give him a good dinner,
Julie ; there is enough left to feed a
dozen like him. Sit here, Trifiis, and
rest with Julie while I put on the table
a dinner as good as the governor
ate."
But Julie would help, and together
they loaded down a table with fish and
meats, bread and cakes, pies and pud-
dings, until Trifiis, giant that he was.
declared that if he ate steadily for two
whole days he would not be able to
clear the table. Yet Felix was not
satisfied ; in the hiding place, behind
the cellar wall, were a few bottles of
wine ; his father had put them there to
MEMORIES OF DANIEL WEBSTER
await Felix's wedding. Felix brought
out a bottle of this precious wine and
filled the largest goblet he could find.
"There, Triflis, that is something
that the governor could not get, no,
or even the president, not if they
should beg for it upon their knees."
"He left Triflis smacking his lips
over the rich, mellow wine, and went
into the kitchen to find Julie.
"Julie, he has not come for you?"
He took both her hands and drew her
toward himself.
"Yes ; they are lonesome at home
without me."
"You cannot go, Julie ; I must have
you always, dear ; I have never wanted
anybody else, and I must have you.
Stay, Julie, and be my wife."
Madame forgot her broken leg and
all the doctor's instructions and raised
herself upon one elbow, to hear
better.
"But you know I am too fair; your
mother says that you must marry a
dark, handsome girl ; she does not like
my light hair and blue eyes."
"Yes, I do," cried Madame. "I want
you, Julie, who else would be so good?
I like you just as you are, with your
shiny, curly hair and blue eyes. I love
you, too, Julie, dear."
Julie's happy laugh sounded as
though it had been smothered against
something.
Madame sank back, contentedly,
upon her pillows, hardly noticing the
twinge of pain. She closed her eyes
and a happy smile played over her
handsome old face.
Memories of Daniel Webster in Public
and Private Life
By William T. Davis
SOME of the incidents in the life
of Daniel Webster narrated in
the following paper have come
to my knowledge from my
own observation, from communications
made to me by my uncle, Isaac P.
Davis, of Boston, and Charles Henry
Thomas, a native of Marshfield, and
from information obtained from my
father-in-law, Mr. Thomas Hedge,
and his brother, Hon. Isaac L. Hedge,
both of Plymouth. To these incidents
I have added such of a general charac-
ter as secure a continuity of narrative.
So far as my own opportunities of
observation are concerned, I met
Mr. Webster at his home in Marsh-
field and at his home in Washington ;
and in my native town of Plymouth,
eleven miles from Marshfield, his fig-
ure was a familiar one.
It may perhaps with truth be said
that no person outside of Mr. Web-
ster's family was more familiar with
his social habits and every day life,
than my uncle, and in the second vol-
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MEMORIES OF DANIEL WEBSTER
ume of Mr. Webster's speeches, pub-
lished in 1 85 1, the following dedica-
tory letter to him may be found :
"My Dear Sir:
A warm private friendship has subsisted
between us for half our lives, interrupted
by no untoward occurrence, and never for
a moment cooling into indifference. Of this
friendship, the source of so much happiness
to me, I wish to leave, if not an enduring
memorial, at hast an affectionate and grate-
ful acknowledgment. I inscribe this vol-
ume of my speeches to you.
Daniel Webster.
Mr. Charles Henry Thomas was for
many years his agent and man of af-
fairs, and Mr. Webster in his will re-
quested his executors and trustees "to
consult in all things respecting the
Marshfield estate with Charles Henry
Thomas, always an intimate friend,
and one whom I love for his own sake
and that of his family."
Messrs. Isaac L. and Thomas
Hedge, above referred to, were inti-
mate friends of Mr. Webster, and his
frequent companions when fishing in
Plymouth Bay or hunting in Plymouth
woods.
Mr. Webster was born January 18,
1782, in that part of Salisbury, New
Hampshire, which is now Franklin,
and graduated at Dartmouth College
in 1801. He entered, as a student, the
law office of Thomas W. Thompson of
Salisbury, where he remained three
years, teaching school a part of the
time in Fryeburg, the first earnings
from which were devoted to the educa-
tion of his i rother, Ezekiel. On the
20th of July, 1804, he entered the of-
fice of Christopher Gore, in Boston,
remaining there until March, 1805. At
that time his brother was teaching a
school in Short street, now Kingston
street, in Boston, with Edward Everett
as one of his pupils, and for a short
time in August, 1804, Mr. Webster
taught the school during his brother's
absence. In March, 1805, he was ad-
mitted to the bar of the Court of Com-
mon Pleas in Suffolk County, and
opened an office in Boscawen, N. H.,
adjoining his native town. In May,
1807, ne was admitted as counselor in
the New Hampshire Superior Court
and removed to Portsmouth.
On the 24th of June, 1808, he mar-
ried Grace, daughter of Rev. Elijah
Fletcher of Hopkinton, N. H., who
died January 21, 1828. His court-
ship was a romantic one. Grace
Fletcher was visiting her sister Re-
becca, wife of Israel Webster Kelly
of Salisbury, and on a stormy Sunday
morning in preparing for church her
sister told her that she need not be par-
ticular about her dress, as she would
see no one to mind. After church she
reminded her sister of what she had
told her, and said, "I did see someone,
a man with a black head, who looked
as if he might be somebody." Mr.
Webster noticed her, as well. One
day, not long after, a package was re-
ceived at the Kelly home with a string
about it tied in a hard knot, and Mr.
Webster and Miss Fletcher by their
united efforts succeeded in untying it.
He then said to her: "We have been
successful in untying a knot, suppose
we try to tie one which shall last
through life." Taking a piece of rib-
bon and partially tying a knot, he
handed it to her to finish, which she
did, and thus was the offer of marriage
made and accepted. H1'^ \r
never faded. N; ^ ^_i her
death, while sitting at a generous tea-
table at the home of Albert Livingston
Kelly, a nephew of Mrs. Webster, he
Brum a drawing made by Healy in 1S43; owned by Benjamin B. Stevens.
Daniel Webster
said, "Albert, you live luxuriously, "
and Mr. Kelly replied that it had been
his wish to imitate the delightful tea-
table of his dear Aunt Grace. Tears
at once started from Mr. Webster's
eyes and it was with some effort that
he recovered his composure. On his
death-bed, finding on one occasion
Mrs. James William Paige by his bed-
sit, he said, "If dear Grace could look
' 1 iven, how grateful she
would ue lkj ft ' William for min-
istering to my comfort." Mr. Paige
was a half brother of Mrs. Webster,
her mother, Rebecca (Chamberlain)
Fletcher, having married for a second
husband Rev. Christopher Paige and
become Mr. Paige's mother.
He was chosen, in Portsmouth, 2
member of the Thirteenth Congress,
taking his seai May 24th, 181 3, and
being re-elected to the Fourteenth
Congress. In June, 1816, while hav-
ing an annual income of about two
thousand dollars from his practice, he
removed to Boston, where he occupied
a house in Mt. Vernon street near the
State House, and a law office on the
corner of Court and Tremont streets
over the store many years occupied
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MEMORIES OF DANIEL WEBSTER
by S. S. Pierce & Co. Though John
P. Healy occupied the office with him
for some years, the only law partner
he ever had was Alexander Bliss, one
of his pupils, who was the first hus-
band of my aunt, Mrs. George Ban-
croft, and who died July 15, 1827.
In 1818, at the age of thirty-six, by
his argument in the Dartmouth Col-
lege case he established a reputation
as one of the ablest constitutional law-
yers in the Union. The words, "Dart-
mouth College case," probably slip
from the pen of a writer without con-
veying to those of the present genera-
tion any idea of their meaning. A
case so important that the argument
of Mr. Webster, in the words of his
biographer, "caused the judicial estab-
lishment of the principle in our con-
stitutional jurisprudence, which re-
gards a charter of a private corpora-
tion as a contract, and places it under
the protection of the Constitution of
the United States," should be more
generally understood.
In 1769 a corporation was estab-
lished by charter to consist of twelve
persons, and no more, to be called the
"Trustees of Dartmouth College," to
have perpetual existence and power to
hold and dispose of lands and goods
for the use of the College, with the
right to fill vacancies in their own
body. The New Hampshire Legisla-
ture by acts passed June 27th and De-
cember 18th and 26th, 1816, changed
the corporate name from "The Trus-
tees of Dartmouth College," to "The
Trustees of Dartmouth University,"
and made the twelve trustees, together
with nine other persons, to be appoint-
ed by the Governor and Council, a
new corporation, to whom all the prop-
erty of the old corporation with its
rights, powers, liberties and privileges
was to be transferred, with power to
establish new colleges, and an institute
subject to the power and control of a
board of twenty-five overseers. The
conversion to the new corporation of
the records, charter, seal and other
property was made on the 6th of Octo-
ber, 1816, and an action of trover was
brought by the old trustees to recover
them, on the ground that the acts of
the Legislature were repugnant to the
Constitution of the United States. By
consent, the action was carried directly
to the Superior Court of New Hamp-
shire in May, 1817, and argued at the
September term of the Court in Rock-
ingham County, Jeremiah Mason, Jere-
miah Smith and Mr. Webster appear-
ing for the trustees. At the November
term of the Court in Grafton County,
Chief Justice Richardson delivered the
opinion of the Court sustaining the
constitutionality of the acts. By a writ
of error, the case was carried by the
plaintiffs to the United States Supreme
Court in February, 181 8, and argued
in March by Mr. Webster and Joseph
Hopkinson, of Philadelphia, for the
plaintiffs, and by John Holmes, of
Maine, and William Wirt, United
States Attorney General, for the de-
fendants. In February, 1819, the
opinion of the Court was delivered,
reversing the action of the State Court
and declaring the acts of the Legisla-
ture unconstitutional. Though assist-
ed by Mr. Hopkinson, a leading Phila-
delphia lawyer, popularly better known
as the author of "Hail Columbia," the
burden of the case rested on the shoul-
ders of Mr. Webster. John Holmes,
one of his opponents, was nine years has
senior and, as the ablest lawyer in the
District of Maine, was selected, when
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191
in 1820 that district became a state, as
one of its first two United States Sena-
tors. William Wirt, his other oppo-
nent, was ten years his senior and had
by distinguished service at the bar won
the appointment of Attorney-General
in the Cabinet of President Monroe,
which he continued to hold until the
accession to the Presidency of Andrew
Jackson, in 1829. Against such men
Mr. Webster won the title of "Defend-
er of the Constitution."
On the 22d of December, 1820, Mr.
Webster delivered his memorable ad-
dress at the invitation of the Pilgrim
Society of Plymouth, in commemora-
tion of the landing of the Pilgrims.
The Pilgrim Society had been incorpo-
rated on the 24th of the preceding
January, and in view of the fact that
the celebration of 1820 would be its
first public act, and would occur on
the two hundredth anniversary of the
landing, it was determined to make the
occasion a notable one. The desire to
hear Mr. Webster was widespread, and
throughout the day before the celebra-
tion the roads leading to Plymouth
were dotted with stages and carriages
of all kinds, crowded with visitors.
The company was a distinguished
one. At the dinner, held in the Court
House, then building and far enough
advanced to be used for that purpose,
the parchment sheets, since framed and
kept in Pilgrim Hall, were passed
along the tables to receive the auto-
graphs of those present.
Mr. Webster was the guest of Mr.
Barnabas Hedge, and on the eve of
the celebration a reception was held at
the home of my grandfather, William
Davis. He was visiting Plymouth for
the first time. With Pilgrim associa-
tions clustering around him, he was
about to speak the next day in the
meeting-house of the first New Eng-
land church, organized in Scrooby,
England, in 1606, and in the presence
of those whose criticism he would fear
as much as he would value their ap-
proval, and throughout the evening he
was depressed, as he said, by a sense
of the responsibility resting upon him.
During the delivery of his address
he stood in front of the pulpit. He
wore small clothes, with silk stockings
and a black silk gown. As is well
known, the most marked feature of his
address was its eloquent and scathing
denunciation of the slave trade.
Though that trade had been prohibited
by the British Parliament in 1807, and
by Congress in 1808, it still survived,
and even within the limits of the Old
Colony was profitably carried on. With
this fact in mind Mr. Webster uttered
the following words :
"I deem it my duty on this occasion to
suggest that the land is not yet wholly
free from the contamination of a traffic, at
which every feeling of humanity must for-
ever revolt — I mean the African slave trade.
Neither public sentiment nor the law has
hitherto been able entirely to put an end
to this odious and abominable trade. At
the moment when God in his mercy has
blessed the Christian world with an uni-
versal peace, there is reason to fear that
to the disgrace of the Christian name and
character new efforts are making for the
extension of the trade by subjects and citi-
zens of Christian states, in whose hearts no
sentiments of humanity or justice inhabit,
and over whom neither the fear of God nor
the fear of man exercises a control. In
the sight of our law the African slave trad-
er is a pirate and felon ; and in the sight of
heaven an offender far beyond the ordinary
depth of human guilt. There is no brighter
part of our history than that which records
the measures which have been adopted by
the government at an early day, and at dif-
ferent times since, for the suppression of
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the traffic ; and I would call on all the true
sons of New England to co-operate with the
laws of man and the justice of heaven. If
there be within the extent of our knowledge
or influence any participation in this traffic,
let us pledge ourselves here upon the rock
of Plymouth to extirpate and destroy it. It
is not fit that the land of the Pilgrims should
bear the shame longer. I hear the sound of
the hammer, I see the smoke of the fur-
nace, where manacles and fetters are still
forged for human limbs. I see the visages
of those, who by stealth and midnight labor
in this work of hell, foul and dark, as may
become the artificers of such instruments
of misery and torture. Let that spot be
purified, or let it cease to be of New Eng-
land. Let it be purified, or let it be set
aside from the Christian world; let it be
put out of the circle of human sympathies
and human regards, and let civilized man
henceforth have no communion with it. 1
would invoke those who fill the seats of
justice, and all who minister at her altar,
that they execute the wholesome and neces-
sary severity of the law. I invoke the min-
isters of our religion that they proclaim its
denunciation of these crimes and add its
solemn sanction to the authority of human
laws. If the pulpit be silent, whenever or
wherever there may be a sinner bloody with
this guilt within the hearing of its voice,
the pulpit is false to its trust."
The clergy had not at that time been
more emphatic in condemning the
slave traffic than they were at a later
period in condemning slavery itself,
and I was told by a witness of the
scene that the ministers, who had taken
part in the service and were leaning
over the reading desk of the pulpit,
retreated abruptly to the rear while
the above closing words were spoken.
The peroration was worthy of the ad-
dress :
"Advance then, ye future generations !
We would hail you as you rise in your long
succession to fill the places, which we now
fill, and to taste the blessings of existence,
where we are passing, and soon shall have
passed, our own human duration. We bid
you welcome to the pleasant land of the
fathers. We bid you welcome to the
healthful skies and the verdant fields of New
England. We greet your accession to the
great inheritance, which we have enjoyed.
We welcome you to the blessings of good
government and religious liberty. We wel-
come you to the treasures of science and the
delights of learning. We welcome you to
the transcendant sweets of domestic life,
to the happiness of kindred and parents and
children. We welcome you to the im-
measurable blessings of rational existence,
the immortal hope of Christianity and the
light of everlasting truth."
In 1822 Mr. Webster was chosen
Member of Congress from the Boston
district and re-chosen in 1824. In
January, 1824, he made an important
speech on the Greek question, ad-
vocating the passage of a resolution
by Congress :
"That provision ought to be made by law
for defraying the expense incident to the
appointment of an agent commissioner to
Greece, whenever the President shall deem
it expedient to make such appointment."
In February, 1824, Mr. Webster
won a second victory in the United
States Supreme Court, and confirmed
his reputation as a Constitutional
lawyer, in the case of Gibbons vs.
Ogden. In the light of today this
case appears an extraordinary one.
The Legislature of New York had
passed laws securing, for a term of
years, to Robert R. Livingston and
Robert Fulton, the exclusive naviga-
tion by steam of all waters within
the jurisdiction of the state. Aaron
Ogden, to whom was assigned Liv-
ingston and Fulton's right to navi-
gate the waters between Elizabeth-
town, in New Jersey, and the city of
New York, secured an injunction in
the Court of Chancery against Thomas
Gibbons, who was running1 two steam-
Webster's Home at Marshfield
boats in said waters in alleged viola-
tion of his exclusive privilege, and the
injunction was affirmed by the highest
court of law and equity in New York.
the court for the trial of impeachments
and correction of errors. From that
court the case was taken, by appeal, to
the United States Supreme Court. Mr.
Webster and William Wirt, the United
States Attorney General, appeared for
the appellant and Thomas Jackson
Oakley and Thomas Addis Emmet
for the respondents. It seems now-
strange that the Ogden claim could
have been seriously entertained, and
yet Mr. Webster himself began his
argument by "admitting that there was
a very respectable weight of authority
in its favor." He argued that the
laws of New York, on which the re-
spondents' claim rested, were repug-
nant to that clause in the constitution,
which authorizes Congress to regulate
commerce, and to that other clause,
which authorizes Congress to promote
the progress of science and useful
arts. The
claimed that :
respondents' counsel
"States do not derive their independence
and sovereignty from the grant or conces-
sion of the British crown, but from their
own act in the declaration of independence.
By this act they became free and independ-
ent states, and as such have full power to
levy war, conclude peace, contract alliances,
establish commerce and to do all other acts
which independent states may of right do."
The decision of the State Court was
reversed, and, as a result of the argu-
ment of Mr. Webster, it was estab-
lished for all coming time that the
commerce of the union was a unit,
and that no state can grant a monop-
oly of navigation oyer waters where
commerce is carried on. In this case
also Mr. Webster had to contend
against powerful adversaries. Mr.
Oakley was Attorney General of New
York and became at a later date Chief
Justice of the Superior Court ; and Mr.
Emmet, the brother of Robert Emmet,
the Irish revolutionist, had been At-
torney General of the same state.
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On the 17th of June, 1825, Mr.
Webster delivered the oration at the
laying of the corner-stone of Bunker
Hill Monument, parts of which are fa-
miliar to every schoolboy in New Eng-
land. The following passage in the
oration is the only one to which I shall
refer :
"Let it rise till it meet the sun in his com-
ing; let the earliest light of the morning
gild it and parting day linger and play on
its summit."
This passage is often quoted with
the article "the" before the word "part-
ing," but Mr. Webster's ear for
rhythm would have been disturbed by
the use of that word. Whatever the
form of the passage may be in some
publications of his speeches, in the
editions of his works published in 1830
and 185 1 the article "the" does not ap-
pear.
No one would dare to charge Mr.
Webster with plagiarism, but he some-
times borrowed thoughts and ideas, to
which he added force and beauty by a
more brilliant clothing of words. A
figure of speech like that quoted above
may be found in an ode written by
Rev. John Pierpont for the Pilgrim
Celebration at Plymouth on the 22d of
December, 1824, six months before the
Bunker Hill Celebration, as follows :
"The Pilgrim fathers are at rest ;
When summer's throned on high.
And the world's warm breast is in verdure
dressed,
Go stand on the hill where they lie.
The earliest ray of the golden day
On that hallowed spot is cast,
And the evening sun as he leaves the world.
Looks kindly on that spot last."
There can be little doubt that Mr.
Webster had seen the ode, and I think-
that there is as little doubt that Mr.
Webster's prose is the better poetry.
There is also that passage in his speech
in the Senate, in 1834, on the Presi-
dential protest, where, in speaking of
the American colonies, he said :
"Oh this question of principle, while ac-
tual suffering was yet afar off. they raised
their flag against a power, to which for pur-
poses of foreign conquest and subjugation,
Rome in the height of her glory is not to be
compared — a power which has dotted over
the surface of the whole globe with her pos-
sessions and military posts, whose morning
drum-beat, following the sun and keeping
company with the hours, circles the earth
with one continuous and unbroken strain
of the martial airs of England."
I have heard it said that Mr. Web-
ster constructed this passage in Que-
bec, after witnessing a parade of Brit-
ish troops. There is, however, a
poem written by Amelia B. Richards
entitled "The Martial Airs of Eng-
land," in which these lines occur :
"The martial airs of England
Encircle still the earth."
But I have been unable to learn
when tins poem was written, whether
before or after the speech. It is cer-
tain, however, that the grandeur of the
passage is Mr. Webster's alone.
On the 2d of August, 1826, Mr.
Webster delivered, in Faneuil Hall, his
eulogy on Adams and Jefferson, by
which his reputation as an orator, es-
tablished at Plymouth in 1820. and at
Bunker Hill in 1825, was fully sus-
tained. In 1825 he saw for the first
time the estate in Marshfield, which
was destined to become his home. He
was then living in a house which he
had built in Summer street. Boston,
opposite the entrance of South street,
and which lie continued to occupy a
part of each year until 1839, when he
sold it and made Marshfield his perma-
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95
nent home. For several years prior to
1825, it had been his custom to spend
a part of the dog-days in Sandwich,
shooting and fishing with John Deni-
son, familiarly called "Johnny Trout,"
as his helper and guide. It having
been suggested to him by Mr. Samuel
K. Williams that Marsh'field, with its
marshes, its boat harbor and its brooks,
would be a pleasant summer resort and
much nearer to Boston than Sandwich,
he stopped there on his next return
from the Cape. Mr. Williams told
him that Captain John Thomas, an in-
telligent farmer occupying a comfort-
able house and estate, would doubt-
less be glad to accommodate him.
Late one afternoon in early September,
in 1825, accompanied by his wife, in a
chaise with a trunk lashed to the axle,
and his son, Fletcher, a lad of twelve
or thirteen, following on a pony, he
drove down the avenue leading to the
house of Captain Thomas, and drew
up at the piazza where the Captain,
with his oldest son, Charles Henry,
was sitting, resting after putting into
the barn a load of salt hay- Neither
had ever seen the other, but when Mr.
Webster said "I am Webster," "I
thought so,'' said the Captain, for he
knew very well that no other living
man possessed the majestic person-
ality which he saw before him. The
hospitality of the house was at once
extended to the party, and for several
days Air. Webster was a welcome
guest, passing his time in shooting on
the marshes and fishing in the waters
of the bay.
Mr. Webster had, mingling with
and softening his gravity of demeanor,
a quiet vein of humor, and on his de-
parture, as he was about to drive away,
he saw Nathaniel Rav Thomas, the
younger son of the Captain, standing
nearby holding a fine looking horse by
the halter. 'T like the looks of that
halter," said Mr. Webster; "I should
like to buy it." "Ray," said the Cap-
tain, "take off that halter and put it in
Mr. Webster's chaise box." "Oh,
but I want the head in it," said Mr.
Webster. The horse was bought, and
when hitched behind the chaise, the
procession, with Fletcher on the pony
bringing up the rear, started for Bos-
ton.
This younger son of Captain
Thomas afterward entered largely into
the life and affections of Mr. Web-
ster. He was at that time attending
a school in Duxbury, taught by George
Putnam, afterwards the distinguished
Unitarian divine, and was later taken
by Mr. Webster to Boston under his
special guardianship. He finally be-
came a secretary of the great states-
man whose love he shared with his
own children. In 1840, at the age of
twenty-seven, he died at Mann's Hotel
in Washington, of bilious fever, and
on the testimony of Dr. Sewall. the at-
tending physician, Mr. Wrebster,
though pressed with the burdens of
public business, was with him for a
week almost constantly, day and night.
The letters which he wrote to the fam-
ily of the young man during his sick-
ness and after his death reveal a sym-
pathetic heart and a tenderness of
spirit which illuminate and beautify
the grandeur of the man. Between
the TOth and 18th of March he wrote
no less than eleven letters, some of
them long and in detail, to Charles
Henry Thomas, Ray's older brother,
full of anxiety for his young friend
and sympathy for his family at home.
No one can read these letters without
Webster's Carriage
awakening to a higher admiration for
their writer than his intellectual quali-
ties had ever kindled.
After annual visits to the Thomas
homestead, in the year 1831, Captain
Thomas asked Mr. Webster to buy his
estate, which, after repeated requests,
he consented to do, upon the condition
that Captain Thomas would occupy it
as his home, free of rent, as long as
he lived. Captain Thomas died in
1837, and after that time his widow
lived with ner son, Charles, in Dux-
bury, until her death, in 1849. Though
the purchase of the estate was made in
1 83 1, the deed, in which the consider-
ation was $3,650, was not passed until
April 23, 1832, and included the house
and outbuildings and one hundred and
sixty acres of marsh, tillage and wood-
land.
The estate was an historic one. Wil-
liam Thomas, one of the merchant ad-
venturers who assisted the Pilgrims in
their enterprise, came to New England
in 1637, in the ship "Marye and Ann,"
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and on the 7th of January, 1640-1641,
received from the Plymouth Colony
General Court a grant of a tract of
land in Marshfield containing about
twelve hundred acres. Adjoining this
tract, another of about the same num-
ber of acres had been previously
granted under the name of Careswell
to Governor Edward Winslow. The
Thomas estate descended to Nathaniel
Ray Thomas, who built the house
which finally became the Webster
mansion. Before the revolution,
Marshfield was a town of aristocratic
pretensions, and at the beginning of
the war a majority of its people were
loyal to the crown. For the protec-
tion of these from the indignation of
patriots in the neighboring towns,
General Gage sent down a company of
soldiers called the "Queen's Guard,"
under Captain Balfour, who, with his
officers established headquarters in the
Thomas House. On the evening of
the 19th of April, 1775, a body of mi-
litia had marched from various towns
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91
in Plymouth County and occupied the
outskirts of Marshfield, with the in-
tention of attacking the Guard the next
morning. In consequence, however,
of the disastrous results of the Lexing-
ton fight on that day, General Gage
dispatched a messenger with orders
for Captain Balfour's immediate re-
turn to Boston. On the morning of
the 20th the militia discovered the
flight of the enemy, and thus Marsh-
field narrowly escaped being the first
battle-ground of the war. When I
was a young man I heard a lady say
that she remembered that on the 19th
of April the older members of her fam-
ily in Marshfield were engaged in
moulding bullets and making bandages
and lint in anticipation of the coming
battle.
A number of the leading citizens of
Marshfield went to Boston after the
retirement of the Queen's Guard, and
among them Nathaniel Ray Thomas,
the owner of the Thomas estate. Nine
of them returned later and were im-
prisoned at Plymouth by the Commit-
tee of Correspondence and Safety- I
have before me an unpublished petition
of the prisoners, headed by Cornelius
White, one of my own kinsmen, to be
released, which was finally granted.
Nathaniel Ray Thomas remained in
Boston, and at the Evacuation went
with the British troops to Halifax,
leaving in Marshfield his wife and son,
John. His estate was confiscated, an
allowance being made to his wife of
the house and one hundred and sixty
acres of land, which at her death fell
to her son John, the grantor to Mr.
Webster. Mr. Webster, at the time
of his death, had by twenty-two deeds
bought twelve hundred and fourteen
and three-quarters acres, and by one
other deed an unknown quantity of
land with a water privilege and claim
in Duxbury. These purchases in-
cluded nearly all of the original Wil-
liam Thomas grant and a part of the
Edward Winslow grant, and their to-
tal first cost was $34,644.20, and, in-
cluding improvements after deducting
receipts, $87,144.20.
In 1827 Mr. Webster was chosen
United States Senator and remained in
the Senate until he resigned, in 1841,
to become Secretary of State in the
Cabinet of President Harrison. Upon
Mr. Webster had devolved the duty
of negotiating with Lord Ashburton
the Northeastern Boundary Treaty,
and he patriotically refused to resign
his post until that treaty was con-
cluded. On the 8th of May, 1843, he
retired to private life, but in 1845 was
again chosen Senator, remaining in
the Senate until he was appointed
Secretary of State by President Fill-
more, July 23, 1850, a position which
he held until his death.
In December, 1829, Mr. Webster
married for his second wife Caroline,
daughter of Jacob Le Roy, of New
York, who survived him. In 1830 he
made his celebrated speeches in reply
to Senator Robert Young Hayne of
South Carolina. Though the ques-
tion under discussion was the adoption
of a resolution of inquiry concerning
the distribution of public lands, intro-
duced by Senator Foote of Connecti-
cut, Mr. Hayne seized the opportunity
to attack New England on account of
its advocacy of a protective tariff,
which he believed to be unconstitu-
tional, and to take the position that a
state had the right to nullify the ope-
ration of a law which it believed to be
repugnant to the constitution. Mr.
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Webster had established, by his Dart-
mouth College argument, the limit of
the functions of states concerning
chartered rights, and by his argument
in the case of Gibbons vs. Ogden, their
limited functions concerning com-
merce. Now the duty devolved on
him to define the exact position of
states in the mosaic framework of the
Federal Union.
Though nine years younger than
Mr. Webster, Mr. Hayne was no
mean antagonist. He had been four
years longer in the Senate, and had
taken his seat with a reputation in his
own state perhaps second only to that
of Mr. Calhoun. He had been a mem-
ber of the State Legislature, Speaker
of the State House of Representatives
and Attorney General. His defeat by
Mr. Webster was so overwhelming
that the present generation are inclined
to think of him only as the fly in the
amber of Mr. Webster's speeches. He
was sustained by his state in the po-
sition he took, and in 1832 was chosen
Governor. When, on the 10th of De-
cember, in that year, President Jack-
son issued a proclamation against the
nullification acts which a South Caro-
lina convention had passed on the 24th
of November, Governor Hayne replied
with a proclamation of his own. Con-
gress, however, modified the tariff
which had led to the nullification, and
the acts of the convention were re-
pealed.
And now I come to the time when I
first heard and saw Mr. Webster. It
was in the presidential campaign of
1836. Prior to 1840, when the first
presidential convention was held, there
was, in the Whig party, at least, a di-
versity of candidates. Tn the election
of 1836, Mr. Van Buren, who had been
Vice-President under Jackson, re-
ceived one hundred and seventy demo-
cratic votes and the whig votes were :
for William Henry Harrison seventy-
three, Hugh L. White twenty-six,
Daniel Webster fourteen, from Massa-
chusetts, and Willie P. Mangum
eleven. At the time to which I refer
Mr. Webster spoke standing in the
rear doorway of the court house in
Plymouth, and though I was only a
youth of fourteen, his appearance has
never been effaced from my memory.
Standing, as he always did, with
neither legs nor body ever bent, his
portly, but not corpulent, frame sur-
mounted by a massive head, with eyes
looking out from beneath overhanging
brows, he seemed to me godlike in-
deed. When, in 1839, ne visited Eng-
land Sidney Smith said he was a
fraud, for no man could be as great
as he looked. Lord Brougham said he
was a steam engine in breeches.
Thomas Carlyle, after breakfasting in
his company, wrote to an American
friend :
"He is a magnificent specimen. You
might say to all the world — 'This is our Yan-
kee Englishman ; such limbs we make in
Yankee land:
"As a logic fencer advocate or parliamen-
tary Hercules one would incline to back him
at first sight against all the extant world.
The tanned complexion ; that amorphous,
craglike face ; the dull black eyes under a
precipice of brows, like dull anthracite fur-
naces needing only to be blown ; the mastiff
mouth, accurately closed ; I have not traced
so much of .[ilent Berserker rage that I
remember of in any other man. I guess I
should not like to be your nigger."
It was said that when he appeared
in the streets of London the crowds
on the sidewalk, without knowing who
he was turned and gazed with won-
der at the majestic human specimen
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199
in their midst. I can easily believe it,
for even in Boston, where he was
known, his public appearance always
caused a sensation. I have seen him
many times walking down Court or
State street, or along Washington and
down Summer street, always in the
middle of the sidewalk, with a slow
and stately gait, the crowd meeting
him turning to the right and left as the
waves divide before a battleship.
It was my good fortune to stand
very near Mr. Webster and hear his
speech in Faneuil Hall on the 30th of
September, 1842. He was still in
President Tyler's cabinet, and the
Whigs of Boston had, in their hasty
and unwarranted disapproval of his re-
fusal to resign, committed themselves
at an early period to the nomination of
Henry Clay as their candidate for the
Presidency in 1844. The hall was
crowded, and at the start the audience
was unsympathetic. Jonathan Chap-
man, Mayor of Boston, presided and
his opening speech, which I well re-
member, was sagacious and eloquent.
He said, in connection with the anom-
alous attitude of Mr. Webster, a cabi-
net officer of a President, from whom
his party had departed, "that amidst
the perplexities of these perplexing
times, he who has so nobly sustained
his country's honor, may safelv be
trusted w'ith his own." Mr. Webster's
speech was in no sense an explanation
or a defence. It was a rebuke rather
to the party which had deserted him, a
rebuke which touched the hearts of all
who heard him and revived their al-
legiance to their idol. He probably
never came so near speaking in anger
as on that occasion. In a rasping
voice, which is still ringing in my ears,
he exclaimed, "What are you going to
do with me ? I am a Whig, a Massa-
chusetts Whig, a Faneuil Hall Whig;"
and every man present responded in
his heart, "We will make you Presi-
dent." It is a sufficient answer to the
charge that he selfishly sought the
gratification of an unconquerable am-
bition to become President, that he
must have known that by remaining in
the cabinet he was taking issue with
the very men by whose aid alone his
nomination could be possible.
Again I heard him deliver his oration
at the dedication of Bunker Hill Mon-
ument on the 17th of June, 1843. As
a member of the Boston Cadets, the
body guard of the Governor of Massa-
chusetts, it was my fortune to be sta-
tioned immediately in front of the plat -
form. He had in the previous month
resigned his place in the cabinet, and
President Tyler, having in view the
debt which he owed to the orator, had
accepted the invitation of the com-
mittee of arrangements to be present.
With the President were several mem-
bers of his new cabinet, among whom
was Mr. Legare, who succeeded Mr.
Webster as Secretary of State, and
who died in Boston a few days after
the celebration.
In the winter of 1843-44 Mr. Web-
ster appeared in the United States Su-
preme Court in the case of the heirs of
Stephen Girard against the executors
of his will, which came to that court by
appeal from the Circuit Court of the
United States, sitting as a court of
equity for the Eastern District of
Pennsylvania. The plaintiff for
whom he appeared, assisted by Colonel
Walter Jones of Washington, sought
to have the will set aside for three
reasons, one of which was that the
plan of education prescribed for the
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college, which the will established, was
repugnant to the law of Pennsylvania
and opposed to the provision of Article
9, Section 3, of the constitution of that
state, that "No human authority can in
any case whatever control or interfere
with the rights of conscience." The
will in its reference to the college "en-
joined and required that no ecclesi-
astic, missionary or minister of any
sect whatsoever shall ever hold or ex-
ercise any station or duty whatever in
the said college ; nor shall any such
person ever be admitted for any pur-
pose, or as a visitor within the prem-
ises appropriated to the purposes of
said college." Horace Binney and
John Sergeant of Philadelphia ap-
peared for the defendants, and their
position was sustained unanimously by
the court, that Mr. Girard did not in-
tend to exclude the teaching of Chris-
tianity by preventing its being taught
by ministers, for it might nevertheless
be taught by laymen without violation
of the terms of the will.
It has always seemed to me that the
argument of Mr. Webster in this case,
with its display of biblical learning and
fits eloquent exaltation of those prin-
ciples of the Christian religion, which
should mould and direct the education
of youth, was the profoundest forensic
effort of his life. In recognition of its
importance as a contribution to Chris-
tian literature, at a public meeting of
citizens of Washington regardless of
sect, resolutions were passed declaring
"that it demonstrated the vital import-
ance of Christianity to the success oi
our free institutions, and that its gen-
eral diffusion among the people of the
United States was a matter of deep
public interest."
In September, 1849, I heard Mr.
Webster again. Early in that month
he said one day to my uncle, Judge
Charles Henry Warren, "Charley, I
wish you would get together a hun-
dred of my friends and we will take
a special train to Plymouth and cele-
brate with a dinner at the Samoset
House the anniversary of the final de-
parture of the Pilgrims from Ply-
mouth in old England." The plan
was carried out, and as the 16th of
September occurred that year on Sun-
day, the party went to Plymouth on
Monday, the 17th. Through the kind-
ness of Judge Warren, I, then residing
in Boston, was permitted to join the
party. It was indeed a notable com-
pany, made up, with the exception of
myself, of men, who were distin-
guished in either public, mercantile or
professional life. Mr. Webster pre-
sided, and seated at the tables were:
President Quincy, Josiah Quincy, Jr.,
Edward Everett, Rufus Choate,
George S. Hillard, Sidney Bartlett,
Benjamin R. Curtis, William Sturgis.
Nathan Appleton of Boston, Charles
A. Davies of Portland, Joseph Grin-
nell and John H. Clifford of New Bed-
ford, Nathaniel P. Willis of New
York, and others equally well known.
I was the youngest member of the
party, and I am now its only survivor.
Mr. Webster's opening speech was a
little heavy, but after the addresses of
the other speakers he made a closing
speech, tender and touching, and more
eloquent than any I ever heard from
his lips.
He was then sixty-eight years of
age. He was beginning, he said, to feel
the weight of years, and the grass-
hopper was becoming a burden to him.
He was surrounded by friends, whom
he loved and trusted, and who, he be-
From a daguerreotype taken in 1849.
Daniel Webster
lieved, put their trust in him. Probably
for the last time he would address in
grateful affection those, who in the
perplexities of public life had stood
manfully by him, and on whose arm he
had leaned for support.
Mr. Willis, who was then one of the
editors of the New York Mirror, wrote
to his journal a letter descriptive of
the scene, from which the following is
an extract :
"Unable from illness to join in the con-
viviality of tlu evening, he (Mr. Webster)
was possibly saddened by a mirth witb
which his spirit could not keep pace; and
at the same time, surrounded by those who
had met there from love of him, and
whose pride ?nd idol he had always been,
his kindest and warmest feelings were up-
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permost, and his heart alone was in what
he had to say. His affectionate attachment
to New England was the leading sentiment,
but through his allusions to his own ad-
vancing age and present illness, there was
recognizable a wish to say what he might
wish to have said, should he never again
be surrounded and listened to. It was the
most beautiful example of manly and re-
strained pathos, it seemed to me, of which
language and looks could be capable. No
one who heard it could doubt the existence
of a deep well of tears under that lofty tem-
ple of intellect and power."
In 1850 I saw for the first time Mr.
Webster trying a case in court. It was
a patent case in the United States
Court in Boston, with Mr. Choate on
the other side. A two-thirds length
portrait by Willard, in Pilgrim Hall
in Plymouth, represents him as he
then appeared in face, posture and
dress, and on the whole furnishes a
more correct conception of the man
than any other portrait I have seen. In
this trial the contrast between the an-
tagonists was striking, — Mr. Web-
ster, calm, serene and stately, Mr.
Choate nervous, energetic and fiery ;
the one simple in his vocabulary, the
other making heavy drafts on the dic-
tionary for words unfamiliar to the
ear; the one so natural in his gestures
as to leave his hearers forgetful
whether he had gestured at all, the
other lashing the air with his arms
and making the table resound with his
blows. Mr. Webster was not, as many
who never heard him suppose, a fluent
speaker. Fluent speakers are rarely
concise, but conciseness was his chief
characteristic. Often in extempora-
neous speech he would hesitate, and he
had a trick of scratching his right ear
until the word he wanted came to his
tongue. On this occasion he was in a
playful mood and during the short re-
cess after Mr. Choate had finished his
address to the jury, he took the lat-
ters brief during his absence from the
court room, and distributed the sheets,
which no one but Mr. Choate could
read, and which he often found illegible
after the writing had got cold, as he
once said, among the ladies, who had
crowded the seats behind the rail to
hear the thunder and witness the light-
ning of those wonderful men.
The last important speech of Mr.
Webster in the Senate, on the 7th of
March, 1850, on the compromise res-
olutions introduced by Henry Clay,
caused intense disappointment to his
friends in the North, and for a time
clouded his reputation. By some it
was charged that he had betrayed the
North and was bidding for Southern
presidential votes. But now, since time
has cleared the atmosphere, the in-
justice of such a charge is apparent,
for by opposing the sentiment of
Northern friends, by whose aid alone
his nomination could be made possi-
ble, he was really sacrificing his politi-
cal prospects on the altar of his coun-
try, as he did by remaining in the Cab-
inet of President Tyler. More lenient
critics took the ground that his fears of
disunion were groundless, but the
events of 1 861 demonstrated that he was
better informed than they. In a conver-
sation I had a few years ago at his
house in Augusta with Hon. James
Ware Bradbury, who died January 6,
1 901, at the age of ninety-eight years,
the last survivor of the Senate of 1850,
he told me that the North was totally
unaware of the danger which threat-
ened the union when that speech was
made. He further said that it was
well known among Senators that the
middle states, looking" on a refusal to
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203
accept the compromises as an aggres-
sion on the part of the North, would
have followed the Southern states out
of the Union. When, however, seces-
sion finally came in 1861, those states,
looking on the South as the aggressor,
sent more soldiers into the Union arm}
than all New England. The speech
was a plea for the Union. Mr. Web-
ster believed that the hope of republi-
can institutions rested on the per-
petuity of the Union, and that disunion
would not only check their progress,
but would also result in the permanent
establishment of slavery in a confed-
eracy, within whose limits no influence
would exist looking to its abolition.
How far the people of the North mis-
understood the position of Mr. Web-
ster is shown by the statement made
as late as 1881, in the ''Memorial His-
tory of Boston," that "he opposed the
exclusion of slavery from the terri-
tories by law," when one of the very
compromises advocated by him was
the admission of California as a state,
which the South opposed, with a con-
stitution forbidding slaverv within its
limits. The speech was in line with
the consistent efforts of his life to de-
fend the Constitution and uphold the
Union.
"When," he said, "my eyes are turned to
behold for the last time the sun in heaven,
may they not see him shining on the brok-
en and dishonored fragments of a once
glorious union, on states dissevered, dis-
cordant, belligerent, on a land rent with
civil feuds, or it may be drenched with
fraternal blood."
By his early death he was spared the
sorrow of witnessing the miseries of
civil war. If, during that conflict, he
could have looked down from heaven
on the scenes of earth he would have
beheld the armies of the North, gath-
ered under the inspiration of the les-
sons of patriotism which he had taught,
yielding up their lives in defense of
the union he loved so well. It is a
question no man can answer, if that
speech had not been made, if the com-
promises had been defeated, and if the
people of the North had rightly or
wrongly refused to aid in the rendition
of slaves, whether a Southern confed-
eracy would not have been established
in 1850 and slavery been continued to
this day. But in some inscrutable way,
followed either under the guidance of
Providence or of the wisdom of man,
the result for which Mr. Webster
prayed has been achieved, not liberty
without union, nor union without lib-
erty, but liberty and union now and
forever, one and inseparable.
As an aftermath of the 7th of March
speech, was the refusal by the Alder-
men of Boston of the use of Faneuil
Hall to the friends of Mr. Webster for
the purpose of hearing him on the
topics then agitating the public mind.
The refusal was based on the ground
that the hall had been refused to the
Abolitionists, and that the advocates
and opponents of the compromise
measures should be treated alike. In
the following week the city govern-
ment, under the pressure of public in-
dignation, reconsidered their action
and extended an invitation to Mr.
Webster to address his fellow citizens
in the Hall, which he declined.
Turning now from the public to the
private life of Mr. Webster at his
Marshfield home, much may be found
that is new to those who have known
of him only as the lawyer, orator and
statesman. There among his neigh-
bors he was the true, simple, trans-
parent, tender-hearted man. Among
The Webster Estate at the Present Time
them he assumed no superiority, inter-
ested himself in their families and
farms and became their counselor and
friend. Of these neighbors only one
remains, Mr. Charles Porter Wright,
who for a number of years was the
manager of Mr. Webster's landed es-
tate. To him the memories of the
great man are blessed ones, and even
now, after the lapse of fifty years, he
can scarcely speak of him without a
tear. Released from the cares of state,
the playful side of Mr. Webster would
often asserts itself, as the following in-
cident shows, which illustrates as well
his familiar and kindly intercourse
with the farmers of Marshfield. Once,
on his return from Washington, a
neighbor called with a bill for hay. Mr.
Webster told him that he had just
reached home and that if he would call
on the next Monday he would have the
money ready for him. After the man
left Mr. Webster said to his son
Fletcher, "I think I have paid that
bill, and I wish you would see if you
can find a receipt." The result of the
search was that two receipts were
found. "Let those bills lie there," he
said, "and when our friend calls next
Monday we will have some fun with
him." On Monday the farmer called
just before dinner, and Mr. Webster
said, "Come, neighbor, get your dinner
with me, and then we will talk busi-
ness." After dinner they went out
and sat under the shady elm-tree near
the house, accompanied by Fletcher,
and after a little general conversation,
Mr. Webster said, "Mr. N., do you
keep books ? I advise you by all means
to keep books ; now if you had kept
books you would have known that I
had paid this bill once," and he handed
him one of the receipts. Mr. N. was
mortified beyond measure and accused
himself of inexcusable negligence and
foreretfulness. After further con-
MEMORIES OF DANIEL WEBSTER
20:
versation, Mr. Webster again said,
"Mr. N., you don't know how im-
portant it is to keep books," and hand-
ing him a second receipt added, "If
you had kept books you would have
known that I had paid this bill twice.
Now I am going to pay it just once
more, and I don't believe that I shall
ever pay it again." Poor Mr. N. was
overwhelmed with surprise and pro-
tested that when able he would refund
the money. "No, Mr. N.," said Mr.
Webster, "you are a poor man and I
know you to be an honest one. Keep
the money, and when you have any
more hay to sell, bring me a load and
I will buy it."
Mr. Webster in Marshneld was al-
ways up before sunrise, attending to
correspondence or strolling about the
farm, petting his horses and oxen, or
arranging for the farm work of the
day. "I know the morning," he said.
"I love it fresh and sweet as it is, a
daily new creation, breaking forth and
calling all that have life and breath and
being to new adoration, new enjoy-
ments and new gratitude." He thought
the rising of the sun the grandest
spectacle in nature and wondered why
people were willing to forego the
pleasure of beholding it.
His style of living was unostenta-
tious and his habits were plain, regu-
lar and unexceptionable. He did not
use tobacco in any form, and con-
sidered an oath unfit for a gentleman.
He never gambled ; at whist, the only
game of cards he ever played, he was
not proficient ; he never indulged in
telling stories, and was a far from pa-
tient listener to those of others. His
drinking habits, which those without
knowledge have exaggerated, I have
been assured by my uncle, were only
such as prevailed in his day among re-
fined and educated gentlemen. At
dinner he confined himself to two
glasses of Madeira wine.
Mr. Webster was a man of deep re-
ligious feeling and was as familiar
with the Bible as with the Constitution
of the United States. On Sunday
morning he would gather his house-
hold in his library and, after reading
scriptural passages, would address
them on the responsible duties of life.
In answer to the questions often asked
concerning his theological views, it
seems to me that the facts bear out the
statement that during the larger part
of his life they were those of the Trini-
tarians. In Salisbury he joined the
orthodox Congregational Church un-
der the pastorate of Rev. Thomas
Worcester. When he removed to
Portsmouth he carried a letter to the
orthodox Congregational church in
that town, under the pastorate of Rev.
Dr. Joseph Buckminster. At that
time Unitarianism was receiving large
accessions from the ranks of conserva-
tive theological thinkers, and among
those who found their way into the
new fold was Dr. Buckminster's son,
Joseph Stevens Buckminster, who was
ordained pastor of the Unitarian Brat-
tle Street Church, in Boston, in 1805.
It is not improbable that the theologi-
cal discussions between father and son
modified Mr. Webster's views for a
time, for when he went to Boston, in
1816, he became a worshipper at the
Brattle Street Church. His connec-
tion with that church, however, termi-
nated in 18 19, when he became one of
the founders of St. Paul's Church.
Episcopal, attended the meetings of its
organizers and was one of the commit-
tee for building its place of worship in
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MEMORIES OF DANIEL WEBSTER
Tremont street. The pew occupied
by him was Number 25, and his con-
tinued association with that church is
shown by the fact that his son Charles,
who died in 1824, his first wife, who
died in 1828, and his son Edward, who
died in Mexico in 1848, were buried in
its vaults, though later removed to
Marshfield. His belief in Christ as
mediator and intercessor was shown
by the prayer uttered by him in his last
hours, — "Heavenly Father, forgive my
sins and receive me to thyself through
Christ Jesus."
No sketch of Mr. Webster would be
complete without a reference to his
habits as a sportsman. Of fishing in
the bay, shooting on the marshes,
dropping his line in a trout brook and
hunting in Plymouth woods, he was
inordinately fond. He was a good
shot and in marsh shooting was un-
doubtedly skillful, but in hunting and
fishing too often his reveries permitted
the game to . escape and the fish to
nibble away his bait, until he had com-
pleted the construction of some pas-
sage or solved some law point in the
speech or argument he was soon to
make. On the trunk of a maple tree
standing on the margin of Billington
Sea, one of the large ponds in Ply-
mouth, I have seen the initials "D.
W.," which were cut by him while
waiting for the sound of the dogs in
pursuit of the quarry. On that oc-
casion a noble buck passed him with-
out warning, but seizing his gun, he
brought him down with a bullet as he
ran hock deep in the water along the
shore.
Of one of his hunts his son Fletcher
told me the following story. Reach-
ing home in the early evening of an
October day, in answer to the question
of Fletcher, "What luck, father?" he
said, after seating himself at the sup-
per table :
"Well, I met the Messrs. Hedge and
George Churchill at Long Pond Hill, which
you know is about eight miles beyond
Plymouth, and there also was Uncle
Branch Pierce with his hounds, and
he had already found a fresh deer
track to the eastward near the Sand-
wich road. Uncle Branch told us that
as nigh as he could make up .the vyage, the
critter would run to water in little Long
Pond. So he put me on the road as you
go down the hill, and told me to keep my
ears open ani my eyes peeled, and not to
stir till he calied me off. For two hours I
stood there under a red oak tree, expecting
every moment either to hear the dogs or see
the deer, but without a sound or a sight.
I then put my gun against the tree and took
a lunch. When it got to be one o'clock,
I made a speech, and about three o'clock a
little song sparrow came and perched on a
limb over niv^ head, and i took off my hat
and said 'Maoam, you are the first living
thing I have seen today. Permit me to
pay my profor.ndest respects.' Pretty soon
Uncle Branch came up and said the dogs
had gone out of 'hearth' and the hunt was
up 'by golly.' So here I am. Fletcher, tired
out and as hungry as a cooper's cow."
Before he left the hunting grounds
he drove his knife into a pitch pine
tree and said, "Gentlemen, we meet
here to-morrow morning at eight
o'clock." After riding home and back,
thirty-six miles, taking supper, a
night's sleep and breakfast, he pulled
the knife out of the tree precisely on
the hour. As I was told by the
Messrs. Hedge, the morning coming
on wet, and he having a slight cold, he
told his companions to go on their hunt
and he would go up to Uncle Branch's
house and await their return. After
a successful hunt, they went to the
house and found old lady Pierce sit-
ting in the common room, with the
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207
"*-
breakfast dishes
still unwashed,
listening to Mr.
Webster as he
paced the floor,
repeating some
of the grand old
lyric poems of
Isaac Watts :
"Keep silence all
created things,
And wait your mak-
er's nod ;
The muse stands
trembling while
she sings
The honors of her
God.
"Life, death and hell
and worlds un-
known,
Hang on his firm
decree ;
He sits on no pre-
carious throne,
Nor borrows leave
to be."
Uncle Branch,
as everybody
called him, was
the most Skillful '« Uncle Branch »
hunter ever raised in Massachusetts, as his e
He and Mr. Webster were frequent
companions, and though I have never
seen them together, I have been told
that it was interesting to see them in
company. He was too far removed
from social life to feel embarrassment
in the presence of any man, and as
king of the woods on his own domain,
no one was his superior. He signed
and made oath to an affidavit that he
had killed in Plymouth woods with the
gun shown in his portrait two hundred
and forty-eight deer, — three at a shot
once, and two at a shot twice.
Reference has been made in an
earlier part of
this article to
one of t h e
man y portraits
taken of Mr.
Webster. It is
probable that no
other man has
been so o f t e n
portrayed on can-
vas and in mar-
ble. I have a
list of forty -five
portraits, five
drawings, eight
miniatures, five
statues, one
statuette and six
busts, exclusive
of daguerreo-
types, seventy in
all, representing
the work of thir-
ty-three artists.
On the 8th of
May, 1852. while
on his way to Ply-
mouth with Mr.
Charles Lanman
companion, for a days' fishing
with his friend, Mr. Isaac L. Hedge
in the latter's trout pond, at Sea-
side, near Plymouth village, in go-
ing up the hill from Smelt Brook, in
that part of Kingston called Rocky
Nook, the linchpin of his carriage
broke and he was thrown to the
ground, receiving bruises on his head
and left arm. Though not uncon-
scious, he was faint and chilled by the
shock and was carried into the house
of Mr. Benjamin Delano, who hap-
pened to be a political friend and one
of his ardent admirers. Under the
sympathetic and kindly care of Mr,
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Delano and his family, he was in three
or fonr hours sufficiently recovered to
be carried home. While Dr. Nichols,
of Kingston, was dressing his wounds
and just as an attack of faintness was
passing off, Mrs. Delano came into the
room, and he said, "Madam, how very
diversified is the lot of humanity in this
our world ; a certain man passing from
Jerusalem to Jericho fell among
thieves and was illy treated ; a man
passing from Marshfield to Plymouth
fell among a very hospitable set of
people and was kindly taken care of."
From the effects of this accident Mr.
Webster never fully rallied. He ad-
dressed the citizens of Boston in Fan-
euil Hall on the 22d of May, in a
speech which I heard, full of eloquent
pathos. In June he was in Washing-
ton and there, on the 16th of that
month, endorsed the nomination of
Winfield Scott for the Presidency. On
the 9th of July a public reception was
tendered him in Boston, and he ad-
dressed his fellow citizens on the Com-
mon. On the 1 2th of July he was in
Franklin, and on the 25th was received
by his neighbors and friends at the
station in Kingston and escorted to
Marshfield, where, to those who had
lived near him and loved him, his last
speech was made. In August he went
to Washington, where he remained un-
til the 8th of September. After his re-
turn he gradually failed, and died on
the morning of Sunday, the 24th of
October. The story of his death was
told me by Mr. Charles Henry
Thomas, on whose bosom his head was
resting when he breathed his last. The
scene was an impressive one. There
were gathered around his bed Mrs.
Webster, his son Fletcher and wife,
James William Paige and wife, his
son-in-law Samuel A. Appleton, Peter
Harvey, Dr. J. Mason Warren, Dr.
John Jeffries, and George T. Curtis of
Boston, Edward Curtis, Mr. Le Roy
and Miss Downs of New York, Mr. W.
C. Zartsinger and Mr. George J. Ab-
bott of the State Department in Wash-
ington, and Mr. Thomas. Mr. Web-
ster had entertained the idea that there
was a point of time between life and
death when the spirit was conscious of
both the scenes of earth and of
heaven. After a period of silence, he
opened his eyes and said, "I still live."
Dr. Jeffries, not understanding the
meaning of his words, repeated the
scripture passage, "though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of
death I will fear no evil." Again he
opened his eyes and said, "No, Doctor,
tell me the point, tell me the point,"
and died. An autopsy was held which
disclosed a disease of the liver as the
cause of death accompanied by hemor-
rhage from the stomach and bowels
and dropsy of the abdomen. In a re-
port made to the Massachusetts Med-
ical Society, it was stated that his brain
exceeded by thirty per cent, the aver-
age weight, and with the exception of
those of Cuvier and Dupuytren was
the largest on record. It was also
stated that there was an effusion upon
the arachnoid membrane, the inner of
the triple membrane of which the Dura
Mater and the Pia Mater are the other
two lining the cranium and covering
the brain and spinal marrow.
I attended his funeral on Friday the
29th of October, the services at which
were conducted by the Rev. Ebenezer
Alden, pastor of the Trinitarian Con-
gregational Church in Marshfield. He
had stated in his will that he wished
"to be buried without the least show or
MEMORIES OF DANIEL WEBSTER
20Q
ostentation, but in a manner respectful
to my neighbors, whose kindness has
contributed so much to the happiness
of me and mine, and for whose pros-
perity I offer sincere prayers to God."
His wishes were complied with, and on
a beautiful Indian summer day, his
body, clad in a blue coat with brass
buttons, buff waistcoat and, I think,
white trousers, lay in its coffin exposed
its whole length to view, under the elm
in whose shade he had loved to sit, and,
like the autumn leaves falling about
him, having performed his mission, he
was borne by loving neighbors to his
final rest. On his tomb in the ancient
Winslow burial ground, not far from
the Webster mansion, is the following
inscription by himself :
DANIEL WEBSTER,
Born January i8th, 1782,
Died October 24th, 1852.
Lord, I believe. Help thou mine unbelief.
"Philosophical argument, especially that
drawn from the vastness of the universe,
in comparison with the apparent insignifi-
cance of this globe, has sometimes shaken
my reason for the faith which is in me ; but
my heart has always assured and reassured
me that the Gcspel of Jesus Christ must be
a Divine Reality. The Sermon on the Mount
cannot be a mere human production. This
belief enters into the very depth of my con-
science. The whole history of man proves
it."
In An Old Garden
By Elizabeth W. Schermerhorn
AN acre of sunny, western slope
in the heart of the town, shut
in by lilac hedges and grape-
vine trellises, and ending in a
tangle of damask roses, orange field
lilies, and straggling Rose of Sharon,
which crown a rough stone wall above
the old river highway ; square plots of
lawn where the flower-bordered,
white-pebbled walks intersect ; at the
end of the central path a little brown
summer-house, peaked and latticed,
and half buried in rank trumpet-
creeper, and delicate sweet-brier, — -"an
unimaginable lodge for quiet think-
ing,"— on whose steep little roof,
throughout the long June day, the pat-
ter and scratch of tiny feet and the
dropping of fruit and pits from an
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overshadowing cherry-tree, betray the
pilfering robin and oriole, and the tac-
iturn cedar-bird ; two sturdy ever-
greens to break the force of the west
winds, and to spread tents of slanting
branches for a refuge from the midday
sun ; beyond them, two twisted apple-
trees, to make cool circles of shadow,
and strew the ground with a fragrant
drift of snowy petals or dot it with
shining golden fruit, — and to bend and
crook their hollow old arms into nooks
where the wrens can play hide-and-
seek, and the woodpecker may set up
his carpenter-shop : below the summer-
house, on a gentle descent toward the
wall, an orchard of pear and quince
and cherry-trees, where bunches of
scarlet berries, — stray waifs from an
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ancient strawberry bed, — lurk in the
tall, tasselled grasses, and blue violets
reflect the changing tints of the sky : —
this is the garden I love, where I have
played as a child, labored as a woman,
where, — if anywhere, — the shapes and
memories of the past will gather at
the summons of backward-glancing
old age.
In the heart of the town ! Or rather,
in its lungs ;— one of those open spaces
which even a growing city always
manages to leave for breathing-places.
For a garden, a real garden, is a deni-
zen of the town, an adopted child of
civilization ; mellowing and uplifting
by its fresh beauty and innocence, the
heart of its labor-worn, brain-sick fos-
ter-parent. Those who live in the
country, before whose very door the
pageant of forest and field is ever out-
spread, do not need to mimic the pano-
rama of the seasons ; the original is
free to all. Cultivated plants look
tawdry and artificial when wild flow-
ers are at hand to invite comparison,
as hothouse flowers cheapen beside
garden blossoms. Then, too, the sine
qua non of a garden is seclusion, — a
quality not to be found in the bound-
less privacy of tranquil nature, but
only to be realized when Edom is at
your very gate, and you must encoun-
ter him whenever you venture outside
the bulwark of your hedge. What
beauty in a trellis or arbor unless it
screens something, unless it shuts out
the "cark and clutch of the world" — -
"Doves defiled and serpents shrined,
"Hates that wax and hopes that wither?"
An ivy-draped wall has a raison
d'etre when it muffles the discordant
noises of traffic ; soft green stretches
of well-kept lawn are a respite to eye
and foot when the distant hum of the
trolley calls up faint memories of jost-
ling, perspiring crowds, and hot, glar-
ing pavements. Thoreau was merely
theorizing when he declared that "Man
has sold the birthright of his nose for
the privilege of living in towns." The
consciousness of contrast is the sea-
soning of enjoyment. The dew-sweet
fragrance of old fashioned flowers, the
cool depths of trees, the uplift of wav-
ing vines give keenest satisfaction to
senses weary of staring advertisements
and gaudy wares, of ugly bricks and
noisome odors, of networks of wires
overhead, and darting bicycles and
lumbering carts below. What Mere-
dith says of one of his heroines, is also
true of a garden,— "She could make
for herself a quiet centre in the heart
of the whirlwind, but the whirlwind
was required."
The Island Garden of Celia Thaxter
possessed this charm of seclusion, —
though it was far from civilization,—
because it nestled in the rough em-
brace of booming breakers, on the bar-
ren bosom of the gray, old rocks, en-
compassed by a dreary desolation of
reef and ocean ; because every barrow
of earth, every pound of fertilizer,
every seed, every root was brought
with infinite labor from the mainland,
and its whole history was a struggle
against sea bird and sea wind, untem-
pered sun and destroying tempest.
We prize most what represents diffi-
culties overcome. There is no prim-
rose path leading to the real garden.
Moreover, our human limitations,
can comprehend beauty only in little.
We long for a lodge in a wilderness, a
tent on the lonely sea-shore, a taber-
nacle on the Mount, but of all the
grandeur at our very feet, we can take
in only a limited quantity. Who has
not actually suffered with the sense of
futility and incapacity, when standing
on the summit of Kaaterskill Moun-
tain, or watching a wild tempest on
the cliffs at Newport, or a fine sunset
over an Adirondack lake? Except for
an occasional broadening of the hori-
zon, all the more effectual because
rare, it is better to use the microscope
than the field glass, — to take our
glimpses of nature in homoeopathic
doses, small but frequent.
The Japanese make dainty minia-
tures of nature in the wild. In small
compass, their little imitations of gar-
dens possess tiny lakes and islands,
mimic forests and meadows, fairy rills
and grottoes. This is not childish
mimicry but a thoughtful and reverent
selection and combination of natural
effects. As we hang landscapes and
sunsets on our walls, adorn our houses
with Turkish smoking-rooms and
Moorish parlors, decorate our
churches with evergreens and lilies, —
so we do well to bring into our
grounds living pictures of the great
garden of the world.
Though a long way from Japanese
ideals, the garden I know best contains
many quotations from the book of
nature, and by the aid of a healthy
imagination I am able to make a "wil-
derness of handsome groves." For it
has many patches dedicated to sylvan
things, — tall, rippling grass that has
never known the lawn mower, where
trailing blackberry vines and elusive
wild strawberries and early violets
can multiply unmolested ; where a
handful of daisies and a clump of
golden-rod by the fence suggest the
white capped billows and gay shores
of the open meadow. One shady nook,
where the cultivated summer plants
would not thrive, is kept for the few
spring wild flowers I can coax to
grow. There columbine's doves arch
their purple necks over the edge of
their swinging nest, the bright pink
stars of the wild geranium nod to the
drooping purples of the deadly night-
shade, and clumps of gray-green sage
and hairy mint wait for my feet to
bruise them into fragrance. Clusters
of ferns, cool to the touch, inexpressi-
bly sweet when wilted or broken, en-
circle the foot of a tree or border a
wall, and gives a woodsy tinge, sooth-
ing the eye with the soft blending of
their greens, which range from the
light yellow-green of the common
brake, through the deeper shades of
the sweet-fern, bronzed by the fruit on
its sides, to the dark, glossy evergreen
of the acrostichoides.
in the centre of the garden is the
"Jungle," a thicket of rose bushes, old
fashioned single pink roses, that open
fresh buds in the June mornings and
fade and shed their petals under the
midday sun. Beneath them, where
thorny branches defy the would-be
weeder, gay parrot tulips flaunt their
harlequin garb in spring, the scarlet
Oriental poppy flashes and flutters like
some gigantic tropical butterfly, and
tangled bachelor's buttons swing their
blue and pink fringes ; or in August,
the curious cardinal torches of the
balm light up the "Jungle" and spread
their flames until the smouldering hips
on the rose bushes are kindled into a
blaze.
Resides these bits of field and forest
thus brought into the heart of the
town, cultivated flowers are scattered
through the grass in conventional
beds, or border the paths in stiff and
dignified rows. Petunias and Drum-
mond's phlox, candytuft and lacy
sweet alyssum are near the veranda,
where their kaleidoscopic variations of
color and form, and their delicate per-
fume may be readily perceived. The
showy hardy phlox, purple and white
and crimson, a-murmur with bees and
a-flash with butterflies, — the brilliant
sheaths of gladioli, the great crumpled
globes of the marigold, the pink and
white stars of the cosmos shining
through a waving background of
green smoke, are most effective at a
distance as a foil for the more subtle
harmonies of balsams and zinnias and
asters. The nasturtiums spread a crisp
mantle of green over the beds where
the daffodils arc enjoying their mid-
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summer nap and the sweet peas serve
as a screen to the only "vegetable
shop" the garden can boast, the
staunch and faithful tomato, which be-
trays an ancient and aristocratic line-
age in its old name of "Golden Apple."
I always keep some precious blossoms
in the farthest corner of the garden to
lure me on frequent pilgrimages of
inspection. The varied markings of
the China aster, the evanescent rain-
bow silks that fringe the poppies, —
Iceland, Shirley, and all the rest, — the
splendid surprises unfolded from a few
prize bulbs of gladioli, the curious
crimpings and streakings of some par-
ticularly choice petunias, draw me
irresistibly to thrill over the unfold-
ings of every hour.
The old fashioned flowers are br
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themselves, as is befitting. An exclu-
sive atmosphere of ancestral dignity
surrounds them, that accords not with
the fancy strains and ambitious names
of the seedsman's collections. "How
the flowers would blush if they could
know the names we give them," ex-
claimed Thoreau. The simple names
of our grandmothers' posies expressed
their character or habits. Four-
hocks peeping primly over the fence,
and their cousin, the healing Mallow-
rose, with great broad cups of pink or
white splashed with crimson, and with
odd clusters of pointed buds shut
up in little green cages, — these sur-
vivors of the quaint nomenclature of
our grandmothers are gathered in the
plot set apart for them, aloof from the
pretentious newcomers, — hardy abo-
o'clocks, and London Pride, Mourning
Bride and Prince's Feather, Bleeding
Heart and Widow's Tear, Sweet Will-
iam with the Honest Eye, Canterbury
Bells in chimes of blue and pink and
white, Fox-gloves that the Germans
call "Fingerhut," Fraxinella with the
fragrant oily bean, baneful Aconite in
its monk's hood of purple and white,
shining Primroses as yellow as butter,
and pale Cowslips "sick with heat"
under the summer sun ; statelv Hollv-
rigines penned up in a Government
Reserve.
The poets are all agreed that the
presence of running water is indispen-
sable to the perfection of a beautiful
scene. The birds, too, love the spot
where drinks and baths are abundant,
and the proximity of a fountain or
spring is a great consideration to them
in selecting a summer resort. In the
swooning heat of July, when the gar-
den is parched and scorched and no
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dew falls at night, and the great piled
up, white thunder-clouds have rum-
bled by, day after day, without a pass-
ing visit, then a rubber hose, though
more far-reaching in its ministrations,
is no substitute for the cool trickle and
splash of a fountain, to soothe the
mind with dreams of cold, brown Adi-
rondack trout-brooks, or crashing,
foaming surf on the breezy New Eng-
land shore. Who ever heard of a
poet's garden without a brook or a
pool, a spring or a fountain ? Keats's
lush nook was kept moist by a "bab-
bling spring-head of clear waters ;"
Bacon gave elaborate and explicit
directions for the arrangement of
fountains which were to furnish
"beauty and refreshment" in his ideal
garden ; Solomon "made himself pools
of water to water therewith the trees
of his orchards and gardens ;" a river
flowed through Eden, that first garden
of the world, and Milton tells us it
rose in fountains on the Mount of Par-
adise. Delicious to the ears of those
first gardeners must have been the
murmuring of that
"Crisped brook, rolling on Orient pearl and
sands of gold,
"With mazy error under pendent shades;"
but it cannot compare for somnolent
qualities with those "welles" that
Chaucer tells us trickled down by the
cave of Morpheus, and "made a dedly,
sleping soun\" nor with those "slow-
dropping veils of thinnest lawn," in
the Lotus-eaters' land, that
"Like a downward stream along the cliff
"To fall, and pause, and fall again did
seem."
What slumbrous music that, to
tinkle in my ears, and lull my senses to
poppied oblivion, on a drowsy summer
afternoon, as T swing to and fro in the
hammock, blinking up at the idle
clouds that float quietly in the wide
blue above, while the sleepy whirr of
the grasshopper "runs from hedge to
hedge," and the shadows slowly
lengthen and stretch across the lawn,
and the lazy vines sway and curtsey in
the soft south breeze, and all my senses
go a-wool-gathering.
But honesty forces me to confess
that the music is in Tennyson's verses,
not in my garden. The nearest ap-
proach to that which "no garden
should be without," that I can offer, is
an old well, — not a mossy sweep but a
neat square curb with a latticed roof.
Yet the well is deep, defying the most
obstinate drouth, and it has a wide
circle of acquaintances among heated
pedestrians and tired workmen. All
day the slow shuffle of heavy feet, the
creak of the rusty chain, the muffled
splash of the bucket, the swish and
drip of the water, the clink of dipper
and slam of lattice testify to the com-
forting properties of this unromantic
spring. And in spite of the unpromis-
ing curb, a goodly company of birds
"their quire apply," and brave unnum-
bered dangers from bandit cats that in-
fest the neighborhood, in order to
bring up their families here.
The list begins of course with the
robin. The robin, like the garden,
really belongs to the town. He looks
best on a smooth-shaven, velvety lawn ;
it is the proper background for his
trim, erect, and strictly up-to-date fig-
ure. He is a Utilitarian, a Philistine,
and prefers the comforts of city life to
the primitive ways of the country.
Though affecting exclusiveness, his
plebeian self-consciousness and fond-
ness for posing demand that he shall
be seen of men. Brisk, alert and bnsi-
ness-like, nothing- escapes him ; yet he
has his contemplative moods, and then
his glowing breast shows off well on
the top of a stake or pole. Of course
the tidy little chipping sparrow, with
his innocent air and corkscrew trills, is
on the list ; and the pugnacious, hys-
terical blackbird, thouefh he leaves
early ; the indefatigable vireo, the
lighthearted goldfinch, the nervous
little hummingbird, the nasal voiced
nuthatch, "answering tit for tat," the
downy woodpecker flitting noiselessly
from tree to tree. The great golden-
winged woodpecker, a giant among the
others, has frequented the garden
for several summers, his discordant
laugh and clarion calling from the
trees early and late. It is not uncom-
mon to see four of these splendid crea-
tures together, industriously engaged
in hammering the turf for grub ;
punctuating their labors with frequent
upward glances, for they are very shy.
The scarlet on their heads and black
crescents on their breasts are very
showy when they are feeding, and
when they spread their gold-lined
wings and fly in alarm to the lower
branches of the evergreens under
which they feed, the snowy patches on
their backs make them dangerously
conspicuous. That impertinent little
busybody, Jenny Wren, I could never
spare. Her ecstatic, bubbling melody,
which seems to gush from every cor-
ner of the garden at once, is silent be-
fore the end of August, and leaves a
great void in the summer song that
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the ubiquitous insect voices cannot fill.
The flashing contralto of the oriole, the
pure sweet melancholy of the thrush,
"like a mower whetting his scythe,"
says Thoreau, the spring whistle of the
Peabody sparrow, the catbird, practis-
ing broken bars of her medley song, —
these are the voices that blend in the
great jubilee chorus of the old garden.
And last summer the crooning of a
pair of wood-doves was added. On a
pear tree limb directly over the path,
their frail, careless nest of twigs was
placed. The male cooed mournfully
from an elm down on the highway,
and as often as I walked by the nest,
the timid mother would twist her long
iridescent neck, to look at me with her
bright frightened eye, until she had
endured me as long as she could, —
then with a rush of her strong wings
that shook down a shower of tiny
pears, she would fly to the protection
of her mate. The more sophisticated
robin would have clung to her nest,
though with palpitating breast, and
pretended she did not see me.
The spring flowers and the ferns
are not the only wild flavor my garden
boasts. More and more the sylvan life
is seeking the society and protection of
man. Besides the flicker and the
wood-dove, the oven-bird skulks every
spring and fall in the shade of a snow-
hall bush, among the lilies of the val-
ley, uttering its querulous, metallic
chirp, like a fine wire spring. And the
"oologizing" squirrel plays tag all day
in the treetops, stares me out of coun-
tenance as he straddles head down-
wards on the trunk, not a yard from
my seat, or skips about the piazza
vines, where the robins' nest is con-
cealed, on his unholy errands. When
the dusk is gathering and all is quiet,
I hear the trills and moans of the for-
lorn little screech-owl. I find him
often in the lilac bush, staring in blank
amazement at my intrusion, and, as I
walk past him, turning his head as if
it were on a pivot, until he resembles a
mask at a "Looking Backward" party.
Once I discovered his two fluffy babies
snuggled up close together and fast
asleep almost within my reach. And
so the "feathered tribes" themselves
help on the illusion of the garden.
1 have never shared trie general en-
thusiasm over that popular book,
"Elizabeth and Her German Garden."
There is a "stand-offishness" in her
attitude towards flowers, a lack of the
intimacy of every-day association, and
of knowledge of their "true inward-
ness," that make the book artificial in
tone. "Go to ! I will now be a lover of
Nature !" she seems to say : and thus
she secures the point de depart for her
picturesque moods and her pretty ad-
jectives, her petulant self-analysis and
her "gay malevolence." The flowers
whose color scheme she elaborates so
exuberantly are no more hers, than the
Groliers and editions de luxe which
adorn his Gothic library, are the pos-
sessions of the upstart millionaire. We
possess only that which we earn. The
flowers this cold hearted, cynical pos-
eur strolled out to admire, and opened
her note-book to exploit, belonged not
to her, but to the surly gardener, con-
temptuous of her interferences, who
had himself nursed and trained them.
Celia Thaxter, fostering the tiny seeds
in her sunny window through the long
bleak winter, transplanting the fragile
roots in eggshells, building little bar-
ricades of lime to ward off the slugs,
weeding and hoeing through the hot
summer days, rising at midnight to
satisfy herself that everything: was
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well in the moonlit garden by the sea,
— what secrets of the flowers has she
not surprised ! For neither a fat
pocketbook nor a graceful vocabulary,
nor yet a fastidious nature, is the key
that opens their hearts. They have no
affinity for selfishness or indolence.
He who would love and be loved by
them, must not only cultivate a gen-
erous enthusiasm for humanity, but
must "know the history of his barn-
floor."
Neither do I find my ideal in Mrs.
Wheeler's "Garden of Content." She
strikes, to be sure, a truer note. She
is thoroughly genuine in her enthusi-
asms, and to the trained and sensitive
perceptions of an artist, she adds a
practical knowledge of plant life, and
brings to her pen-picture a sweetness
of spirit and gentle sympathy that are
charming in themselves. But her gar-
den lacks the seasoning of age ; it
didn't grow, but was made, — and in a
short time. Like painters' studios and
the houses of people with "an eye for
color," the picturesque and apparently
careless confusion have an air of cal-
culation and deliberate intent, like the
best clothes that the Thrums villagers
laid out on the spare room chairs when
visitors were expected.
The garden I know was doubtless
indebted to the hand of man a half
century ago, for its present plan and
the germs of its present glory ; but the
slow growth of years has changed and
adapted and added to it, till its way-
wardness is genuine, its antiquated air
unassumed. Moreover I have known
it as long as I have known anything.
I can close my eyes and see it as it was,
and as it is, in every detail. I know
every leaf and root, every weed to
which each spot is liable, the pedigree
of every plant, and the waxing and
waning of every blossom.
"The spirit culls unfading amaranth when
wide it strays
"Through the old garden ground of boyish
days."
The perfume of rockets after a
shower, the crash and thud of great
windfall pears, the sweet, sad psalm of
the thrush on warm, damp evenings,
the distant cries of newsboys on Sun-
day mornings when I stood under the
blossoming apple trees, — these are the
warp and woof of all my present love
of poetry, and happiness in outdoor
life. My earliest experience of sorrow
was on being taken to my city home
after the long happy summer in this
garden, standing wistfully at a win-
dow which overlooked a bricked-in
back yard, and sobbing softly for
"Grandma's pink clouds and pretty
garden."
What a curious commentary on
child-life and child-lore could be gath-
ered in a record of garden games ! If
we grown-ups could all unite to col-
lect and compare the "Let's pretends"
of ingenious little brains, the priceless
treasures that Nature's toy shop of-
fered in indulgent abundance to the
buoyant imagination of healthy child-
hood ! The black and yellow anthers
folded away in the buds of the Crown
Imperial were packages of kid gloves
for the dolls. The scarlet trumpet-
flowers were finger protectors. The
big hips from the rose bushes, when
furnished with straw handles and
spouts, made tiny tea-sets for the play-
house under the trees ; and the pantry
shelves for their accommodation were
the gnarled roots which projected here
and there from the carpet of smooth
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brown needles. The seeds of plantain
and dock, when mixed with water, fur-
nished the kind of oatmeal that made
little dolls grow. The strawberry-
shrub blossoms were cabbages, the
drooping yellow racemes of the bar-
berry were grapes for dessert, and
yellow catkins were bananas. Some-
times the cruel fickleness of the age
that knows not pity betrayed itself in
sham battles, wherein were decapitated
the violets just tenderly culled from
the wet grass. How we exulted in the
possession of some triumphant, stiff-
necked Roland who had resisted the
onslaught of many a weaker Saracen.
To suck the honied throats of lilacs, to
weave fragile garlands from the stars
of the rocket, and necklaces of pine-
needles, and fringe with a pin the
white stripes of the ribbon-grass into
waving plumes ; to ask the dandelion-
down if mother wanted us, and festoon
our heads with pale curls fashioned by
artful tongues from the stems of the
dandelion ; — these were some of the
occupations of the busy little folk,
who trudged all day up and down the
paths, peeped from the low, smooth
branches of the spruce, or bobbed their
sunny heads above the tall, waving
grass in the orchard.
When I am alone in my garden it
seems a Paradise of blossom and color ;
I take my visitors there and a sinister
spell seems to fall upon it. There is
nothing to see; everything has "just
stopped blooming," or is "late this
year," or is "not doing well." T sup-
pose this blight falls upon the spirit
of every connoisseur at times. The col-
lector of old furniture, of rare books,
bric-a-brac or porcelain ; the biol-
ogist, entomologist or ethnologist ; the
painter or musician ; nay, even the
stamp-collector and amateur photogra-
pher;— -how sorely are they sometimes
troubled by blindness to the beauties,
or superficial praise of the trivialities,
of their art, or disappointed by the
stolidity with which their treasures
are viewed. And so I am shy and
nervous when I exhibit my flowers,
shrinking and wincing in anticipation
of the rebuff my enthusiasm is pretty
sure to meet. My guest strides rapidly
down the path, sweeping, with eyes
that see not, the borders full of expect-
ant, welcoming faces, discoursing the
while on foreign topics, or at best de-
scribing another garden he has visited,
or some rare flower he has seen else-
where. If by any chance he stops to
admire, it is probably before the flow-
ers that have been popularized by the
florist and his fashionable patrons, —
valued chiefly for the prices they bring.
Nearly all my guests who betray any
interest whatever, express a dislike for
the zinnia, — that artist's color-box of
quaint, harmonious tints. The whole
gamut of mediaeval and Oriental col-
ors may be found in the exquisite ros-
ettes of this strong, simple plant. Bits
of rare old Persian rugs ; fragments of
painted cathedral windows ; ashes-of-
roses shading to amethyst, violet and
purple ; pale flesh tints melting into
rose, madder and carmine ; brilliant
vermilion and scarlet, that blend with
orange, crimson and chestnut ; dingy
ochres, siennas, cinnamons, umbers; —
all tarnished and oxidized, bronzed
and stained, as with long exposure to
sun and air. Embalmed blossoms, they
seem to be, old as the seed in the
mummy's hand. Some people dislike
the pungent smell of the marigold ;
and others refuse garden room to the
lady-slippers, — though T proffer them
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my finest seed, — because, forsooth,
they are not effective in vases in the
house !
As the book-lover throws himself
into the mood of each author he reads,
finding some traces of beauty and truth
in all, so the true lover of flowers will
perception of universal beauty should
apply to flowers more than to litera-
ture, for their author is not subject to
lapses of inspiration, — has never been
detected in a failure or mistake. Sir,
in flowers I love everything !
After all, the real lovers of flowers
deem nothing that blooms to be com-
mon or undesirable, and will shift his
point of view for every specimen, in
order to detect its inward as well as its
outward character. "Monsieur, en lit-
ter ature faime tout," was Taine's re-
sponse to a curious questioner who
asked his preferences in books. This
are naturally few. How can people
admire when they do not know what
to look for? And how can they know
without practical experience? Once
let my indifferent visitor get his dainty
fingers in the moist, cool earth, let him
make the acquaintance of spade and
hoe, of weed and insect, — be it but
224
PREPARATION
once, — he will be an interesting com-
panion when next he comes. Sir
Thomas Browne tells us that "Cyrus
was not only a lord of gardens but a
manual planter thereof." Dismiss the
gardener ! The great general does not
cry "Fight on, my brave boys !" from
a commanding hill, but bivouacs with
his men and fights in the front. He
who lets any one do for him what he
can do for himself, cheats himself out
of an inexpressible pleasure. Perhaps
the outward results may not be as sat-
isfactory as if a trained hand had been
at work, but the pleasure has been in
the labor. Industry is its own wage,
as the parable of the workers in the
vineyard teaches us. The "joy of the
doing" is a reward that blight and
drouth cannot cheat us out of. When
you have digged and spaded, watered
and weeded ; when you have known
the eager zeal of acquisition, the joy
and pride of possession, the anxieties
incident to the bug and blight period ;
when you have experienced cares as
harrowing as the mother's through the
dangerous months of baby-teething, —
then you can walk with me in my gar-
den and recognize the hopes and fears,
the disappointments and anticipations,
— the tireless vigilance and tender
solicitude that have made it what
it is.
Preparation
By Charles Hanson Towne
HOW long the violets neath the snow
Toiled ere they breathed the Spring
How long the poet dreamed his song
Before his heart could sine.
Ode to the Organ
By Lucy C. (Whittemore) Myrick
This poem was written about 1875 in response to a request from her fellow
members of the famous Conversazioni instituted by Ralph Waldo Emerson.
The poem speaks for itself, and additional interest is given by the many associa-
tions which cluster about it.
Organ, King among the clan
Of mechanisms complicate,
Through which the cunning skill of man
Doth silence make articulate
Harmonious sound,
Melodic measure! —
Say, who conceived the wondrous plan
To build a palace for this treasure? —
With chambers round,
Whence, at the pressure
Of a human finger light
On ivory or ebon gate,
Shall hasten many an aery sprite,
With sudden consciousness elate,
To answer "Here I"
With ready voice.
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226 ODE TO THE ORGAN
Whence came ye, viewless spirits? Where
Lurked ye before ye found these cells?
From blue illimitable air?
In labyrinth of tinted shells,
Where erst ye breathed
Your songs of ocean? —
From forests, 'mongst whose ancient pines
Ye sang — and trembled with devotion?
From cascades wreathed
In arched motion
Like silver web Arachne twines ?
From rolling cloud — the Thunder's lair —
From Ocean caves — from Ocean waves —
Cataract and storm! Spirits of Air,
Ye answer "Here,"
With ready voice.
Organ ! Grand epitome
Of Pipe and Sackbut, Lyre and Lute ;
Tabor, Timbrel, Psaltery; ,
Viol, ten-stringed Harp and Flute ;
The Trumpet's blare,
The Cymbal's clashing, —
Sounds of grief and sounds of glee ;
Dirge funereal, — Triumph flashing;
All, all are there ;
Wailing — dashing.
From distant clime, from ancient time,
They speak anew in harmony.
Organ, instrument sublime !
All meet, all culminate in thee,
And answer "Here,"
With ready voice.
Did Pan, among Arcadian hills,
While Syrinx still his suit evaded,
Hear hints of thee in murmuring rills
Whilst yet the charm'd reed he waded?
Did Love infer
The quaint invention?
Or, while the Psalms of Nod were young,
Did Jubal catch some sweet intention
From insect whirr
Or bow-string's tension,
Voice of winds, or bird's clear song?
To thee, Cecilia, taught of Heaven,
Thee, raptured by the angelic throng,
The banded organ pipes were given
To answer "Here !"
With ready voice.
ODE TO THE ORGAN 227
Organ, Instrument sublime!
Thy feeble infancy began
In the midst of dateless time,
With the infancy of man.
Harsh and few
Thy first inflations.
But as broad and broader ran
The life-stream down through generations,
Sweeter grew
Thy intonations;
Till to-day, thou standest, King! —
Climax of all that men applaud; —
That out from spheral silence bring
The echo of divine accord ; —
Aye answering "Here!"
With readv voice.
O Builder ! build the Organ well !
Bring soundest metal from the mine ;
And fragrant wood from forest dell ;
And deck with carvings, quaint and fine,
Sweet Music's shrine.
Paint Angels' faces
On the silver pipes that shine
In front ; and in the panelled spaces
Garlands twine,
And nymphs and graces ;
While caryatides unweary,
Like the basses of the chord,
On either side the burden carry;
Seeming still to praise the Lord,
Still answering "Here!"
With ready voice.
Happy they, the Master Souls,
Who wrote undying symphonies ;
Hieroglyphics — magic scrolls — ■
Full of wondrous mysteries.
'Tis thine to tell
Their mystic story,
Worthy Organ ! and as rolls
Through pillared aisles the varied, unseen glory
That now doth swell
"Memento Mori,"
And now "Te Deum Laudamus,"
We know not which is most entrancing —
The skill that brings the sound to us,
Or those sweet sounds themselves advancing,
Still answering "Here !"
With readv voice.
Humbly sit I at thy portal ;
With a sense of awed surprise,
That to me, a sinful mortal,
Should approach such harmonies.
Grief, care and fear,
And doubt and sorrow,
All that pains the soul immortal,
All that makes it dread the morrow,
All disappear;
I seem to borrow
Wings from ye, ye winged tones,
And with ye my heart ascends,
Till with songs of blessed ones
Perchance the Organ- Anthem blends.
And answers "Here!"
With ready voice.
House of Music ! Organ Grand !
Temple templed ; Shrine enshrined !
Let the Poet-King's command
Now in thee fulfilment find ;
"Praise the Lord!"
Let thine oblation,
Wreathing up with solemn chord,
Represent a world's oration, —
"Praise the Lord!"
Let thy vibration
Thrill through space with worship's hymn,
Till, about the Great White Throne,
With Cherubim and Seraphim,
Sounds the far-aspiring tone,
Still answering "Here!"
With ready voice.
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Gen. Washington to Gen. Greene
Camp before York,
6th Oct. 1 78 1.
How happy am I, my dear Sir, in at length having it in my power to congratulate you upon a victory
as splendid as I hope it will prove important. — Fortune must have been coy indeed had s*he not yielded at
last to so persevering a pursuer as you have been — I hope now she is yours, she will change her appella-
tion of fickle to that of constant. —
I can say with sincerity that I feel the highest degree of pleasure the good effects which you mention
as resulting from the perfect good understanding between you, the Marquis and myself. — I hope it will
never be interrupted, and I am sure it never can while we are all influenced by the same pure motive —
that of love to our Country and interest in the cause in which we are embarked. — I have happily had but
few differences with those with whom I have the honor of being connected in the Service — with whom,
and of what nature these have been, you know. — I bore much for the sake of peace and the public good.
— My conscience tells me I acted rightly in these transactions, and should they ever come to the knowl-
edge of the world I trust I shall stand acquitted by it.
The Baron, from the warmth of his temper, had got disagreeably involved with the state, and an
enquiry into part of his conduct must some day take place, both for his own honor and their satisfac-
tion.— I have for the present given him a command in this army which makes him happy. —
I shall always take pleasure in giving Mrs. Greene's letters a conveyance and sh'd she persist in the
resolution of undertaking so long a journey as that from New England to Carolina I hope she will make
Mount Vernon (where Mrs. Knox now is) a stage of more than a day or two.
With much truth and sincere affection,
I am, Dr Sir,
Yr. Obed't,
G. Washington.
Maj. Gen-1. Greene.
233
On the Wharf
By E. L. Pearson
UE'
LLEN! Ellen!" Mrs. Phin-
ney pounded on the door
till Ellen opened it and
stood staring at her. ''El-
len, have you heard? Short's boat
swamped goin' over the bar this morn-
in', an' Dave an' your husband threw
over their bait an' went to pick 'em
up. Two of 'em jumped in to catch
Fred Short who was goin' down,
but they couldn't swim 'count of
their oil-skins, an' they all three
was drowned !" Mrs. Phinney backed
away from the door, and stood,
stammering, among the rose-bushes in
the little garden of the fisherman's cot-
tage. Ellen tried to speak twice, be-
fore she said, "Which two?" "That's
it," said Mrs. Phinney, "they don't
know. They telephoned this up from
the life-saving station, an' then the
storm got so bad they couldn't make
out what they said, an' now the wires
are down. They said that both the
boats' crews, — the ones that ain't lost,
are comin' up the river as soon as they
can. Don't look so, Ellen, I guess
Jim's all right."
Ellen disappeared into the house,
then came out with a shawl over her
head. "Where are you goin'?" said
Mrs. Phinney. "Down on the wharf,"
Ellen replied. "Land sake, there ain't
no use doin' that ; they may not come
for hours, an' at any rate the boat will
be sighted 'fore it gets up, — you'll get
your death !" shrieked Mrs. Phinney,
as Ellen got farther away. Mrs. Phin-
234
ney stood and watched her till she was
out of sight in the driving mist of the
northeast storm. Then she went on to
tell the other neighbors.
Ellen kept on to the head of the
wharf. One or two men were stand-
ing there and she spoke to them. "Do
you suppose he's all right ? How soon
will they be up ? Where are they now,
do you think?" One of the men took
his pipe out of his mouth and answered
with maddening deliberation, "I dun-
no, — p'raps they are, and p'raps they
ain't. They was fools," he went on
with more energy, "trying to get
outside in weather like this." Ellen
could get no more out of him, so
she continued alone to the end of the
wharf.
Here the force of the wind was such
that she could hardly stand, and she
had to cling to one of the big posts.
The tide was nearly high, and the wind
drove the water against the wharf so
that it struck with a slapping sound
and splashed over the planks. The
mist was thick, like a fine rain, cold
and stinging to the cheek, though the
month was April. Ellen thought she
had never seen the river looking so
black and rough. The sky and water
were of the same dark color; but here
and there circled a few storm-beaten
gulls, standing out against the sky
as did the white-caps against the
dark body of the river. The storm
had shut down and the line of white
breakers which had marked the river's
ON THE WHARF
23^
mouth and the bar beyond, plainly visi-
ble on clear days, were hidden behind
a gray curtain of mist.
She could hear the pounding of
those waves, however, — a ceaseless
grumble that rose to a roar, as the
violence of the storm increased. She
always hated that sound, as did all the
women of the fishing village. Now it
seemed to her something terrible. She
shut her eyes and tried not to see, or
hear, or think. But always before her
was that white wall of breakers, for-
ever towering one above the other only
to come crashing down in their cease-
less fury.
She thought of the life that her hus-
band led in his seine-boat. He la-
boured unceasingly, in all kinds of
weather, suffering every hardship, and
at the end of it all the work was often
thrown away ; for the fishing schooners
seemed never to come for bait when
the porgies were in the river. The bait
would not keep unless salted down on
the schooners right away. Often it
was caught three or four miles up the
river and if schooners were waiting
out at sea, there was a race between
the seiners. A race, not in a light shell
for a silver cup, but a race, or rather a
struggle, in an overloaded dory,
manned by five or six tired men, row-
ing for food and clothing for their
wives and children.
Such a race had taken place this
morning, and for her husband's crew
the end of it was to heave over the bait
and go to the rescue of their rivals, —
men who wouldn't say "thank you,"
but who, nevertheless, would do the
same for them if need came. Two
were drowned, — which two ? The roar
of the breakers arose again in her ears,
and she almost screamed in her help-
less agony.
It was much darker now. Although
only the middle of the afternoon, the
storm hastened the darkness. She was
numb with cold, but still waited there,
alone. The other women were willing
to stay in their houses till the boat
should be sighted.
A long time passed, till, as she
watched, a speck grew out of the mist.
It was a boat, and a seine-boat, as she
knew by the long oars. It came on
with great strides like a water-spider.
Soon she could count the men, — two,
six, eight. Was he there? They were
all dressed in oil-skins, and their "sou'-
westers" were pulled over their faces.
She heard the people come running
down the wharf. Some of the women
spoke to her, but she did not answer.
She tried to make out if he was in the
boat, — he usually rowed in the bow,
she knew. She looked at the man
there. The figure was short and thick
set — not the tall, straight one that she
had longed to see.
Dizzy and faint, she clung to the
post, and for a moment neither saw
nor heard anything. The boat was in
under the wharf, when suddenly she
heard some one calling her name. In
a daze she looked down. A man was
crouched in the stern, steering. A
moment later she felt a hand on her
shoulder and heard a voice say :
"Hello, Ellen. What are you doin'
down here?"
How Young Lowell Mason Travelled
to Savannah
By Daniel Gregory Mason
I HAVE before me two letters
nearly a hundred years old, and
full of quaint suggestions of the
habits and customs of their writ-
ers, so different from our own. In
the first place our grandfathers never
used envelopes, but wrote on large
double sheets of stout paper which they
deftly infolded and sealed. My speci-
mens are turned a deep brownish yel-
low with time, and well frayed at the
edges, nearly ready to disintegrate al-
together. One is addressed to "Mr.
Lowell Mason, present" ; the other
bears the superscription, in fat deeply
shaded letters, "Johnson Mason,
Esq1"., Medfield, Mass," and the post-
mark, legible only by the aid of in-
ductive reasoning, "Savannah, Jan.
24." In the corner where we should
put the stamp is scrawled the num-
ber 25. Two round holes indicate
where the seal was placed, and by
experimenting until they coincide one
discovers the mode of folding. The
first letter, which has no postmark,
scrawled figures, or seal, was prob-
ably delivered by messenger.
Lowell Mason, who in due time be-
came famous as a musical educator
and as the composer of "Nearer, My
God, to Thee," of the "Missionary
Hymn" and other church tunes, was
in 1812 a young man not quite of
age, preparing to journey southwards
to seek his fortune. His letter to his
236
father will tell us some interesting de-
tails of his journey, but first we must
turn for a moment to his father's
anxious words of advice and warning
on the eve of departure. Johnson
Mason was a rude, shrewd, and up-
right man, keen of eye, dishevelled of
hair, and firm of jaw, a straw-bonnet
maker in the town of Medfield, and
a radical in the matter of spelling.
He reveals in his letter the combina-
tion, so frequent in his contempora-
ries, of a canny and circumspect busi-
ness sense with indefatigable piety
and the habit of scriptural allusion.
He hopes his son may "accumulate a
small property," but fears the pres-
ence of "Wolves in Sheaps Clothing
to devower it." He advises him,
should he be at first unsuccessful,
"not to dispond but maintain steady
habbits and have A particular eye to
devine providence in all you say and
all you do."
But the reader will be anxious for
the letter itself, which I shall give
with all its eccentricites of orthog-
raphy and punctuation. Johnson
Mason was a man of integrity and
self-respect, quite able to ignore the
subtleties of grammar and sentence-
structure without losing dignity.
Any lapses he makes are more than
counterbalanced, I think, by the sin-
cerity of his ethics, even if we say
nothing of the keenness of his obser-
HOW LOWELL MASON TRAVELLED TO SAVANNAH
■31
vation, shown in such remarks as that
about the especial danger of the
"cience of Music."
Medfield Novr 22 1812 —
My Son As you are about seting out on
a long and I fear furteagueing journey I
cannot refrain from makeing a few ob-
servations to you by way of advice before
your departure — your abilities and address
in many particulars I think sufficient to
recomend you (at least) to the second
class in sosiety the prinsipal indowments
in which I think you defisient in (as it re-
spects the present life) is Prudence and
Economy in the first of these particulars I
should not only include a prudential care
of your own property but a strict Assiduity
and carefull attention in whatever you
may be called on to transact for others —
by Economy I do not mean to be under-
stood selfisness but a mediom between
extravigence and meanness which are both
detestable in the minds of the wise and
good If it should please a kind Provi-
dence to prosper you in any undertaking
so that you should be accumulating a
small property to your self you will find
plenty of Wolves in Sheaps Clothing to
devower it if by inticing flattery, or fals
statements it can be obtained but espe-
cially in the cience of Music for that will
probably make your circle of acquaintance
large in a short space of time so there will
not be that chance to distinguish the real
charracters of your acquaintance that there
would be in some other occupations
where you would be more deliberate and
longer in forming connections. In a word
you cannot be too cautious about joining
parties and I should recommend you to
evade them as much as possable — You will
find the manners of the People very dif-
ferent at the Southward from what it is
here or in New York I expect Gaming
and Sabbath Braking are among the many
bad practices which you will find preva-
lent in Georgia and the Southern States
which I hope by the care of a kind Provi-
dence you will be able to withstand also
numerous other Vices which it is not
necessary to enumerate — If you should not
meet with the success at your journeys
end which you expect (which I am fear-
full may be the case) you ought not to
dispond but maintain steady habbits and
have A particular eye to devine providence
in all you say and all you do
Nov 25
I hope there will be some opening here
next Spring which will be to your advan-
tage and mine If so I shall inform you
but if things should not prove more fa-
vourable in the Spring than they are now
should not advise you by any means to
stay at the Southward dureing Summer
shall write you as soon as I can be in-
formed of your Arrival in Savannah — wish
you to write me without fail from New
York and Alexandria give my respects to
Mr Kellogg and request Mr D Metcalf to
give you the proceeds of the last Box of
Bonnets if they are sold — I am with es-
teem your
Affectionate father
Johnson Mason
Mr Metcalf will give you all the pro-
ceeds of my Bonnets except 50 Dollars
which I owe Mr Baxter of Boston
Two days after this was written,
Lowell Mason set out on his journey.
He estimates the distance from Bos-
ton to Savannah to be a little over
a thousand miles. Nowadays we
think nothing at all of a jaunt like
that. We buy our railroad ticket and
our novel, and sit comfortably in our
upholstered seat, learning nothing
about the country we travel through,
to be sure, but suffering no fatigues
or dangers. In 1813 it was very dif-
ferent. Lowell Mason describes his
journey, with his characteristic love
of paradox, as "unpleasant, agreea-
ble, fatiguing, fine, long, tedious."
He travelled in a wagon, with two
companions, taking fifty-five days and
spending about one hundred dollars,
which was in that day a sum of
money. But on the other hand he
had the experience of journeying, by
a natural and primitive method,
23S
HOW LOWELL MASON TRAVELLED TO SAVANNAH
through a noble country. He did not
merely leave Boston and arrive at
Savannah ; he traversed the places
between them. With businesslike
accuracy he recounts his itinerary,
and it will not prove dull, I hope, if
I quote it in detail, especially as it is
frequently enlivened by idiosyncrasies
of phrase and by picturesque bits of
incident. I adhere for the most part
to his own punctuation:
Savannah January 21. 1813
Thursday
Dear Parents I am at length able to in-
form you of my arrival this day at this
place after an unpleasant, agreeable, fatigu-
ing, fine, long, tedious journey of fifty five
days. Having left you on Friday 27th
Nov. 1812 — we passed through Medway
and Belingham to Mendon 17 miles. We
staid the night with Mr Jackson. Satur-
day 28th. Passed through Uxbridge and
Douglass to Thompson in the state of
Conecticut 21 miles. Sunday 29th. Went
to meeting & heard Rev. Daniel Dow — a
high calvinist. Monday 30th. Through
Pomfret & Ashford to Mansfield 23 miles.
Tuesday Dec. 1st. Through Coventry,
Bolton and East Hartford to the city of
Hartford 23 miles. Wednesday 2nd
Through Weathersfield and Berlin to
Marridon 17 miles. Thursday 3rd Through
Wralingford, Hamden and North Haven
to the city of New Haven 17 Miles. Friday
4th. We remained at N. Haven on account
of rain. Saturday 5th. Through Milford
and Stratford to Bridgeport 18 miles.
Sunday 6th. Went to meeting. Monday
7th. Through Middlesex, Sokunteek, Nor-
walk, Stamford, Greenwich, Rye, to
Mamaroneck in the State of New York 32
miles. Tuesday 8th. Through New Ro-
chel, East Chester, West Chester, Har-
leim, to the city of New York 22 miles.
9th and 10th we staid in New York. Fri-
day nth. Crossed Hudsons river in a
steam boat and passed through Powlers-
hook in the State of New Jersey — Barba-
does, Elizabethtown, Bridgetown, Wood-
bridge to the city of New Brunswick the
capital of New Jersey, 32 miles. Satur-
day 12th. From New Brunswick to Tren-
ton 27 miles. Here we saw the ground on
which the famous Battle was fought in the
revolutionary war. Sunday 13th. Crossed
Trenton bridge across the Delaware river
& passed through Morrisville & Bristol to
the city of Philadelphia in the State of
Pennsylvania 30 miles. Evening went to
church. Monday 14th. Remain in Phila-
delphia. Tuesday 15th. Crossed the
Schuylkill — passed through Darby, Ridley,
Chester, to the city of Wilmington the
principal place in the State of Delaware.
Bristol, Stanford, Cristiania to Elktown
36 miles. Wednesday 16th. North East,
Charlestown, Crossed the Susquehannah
to Havre de Grace 31 miles. As we were
ascending a very steep hill in North East
Town Mr. Bosworth's Trunk fell out un-
perceived by us. We proceeded about
three quarters of a mile before we discov-
ered our loss — and we had met only one
Negro — we knew it must have fell out
[sic] at the hill — accordingly we turned
about and drove immediately to the place
— but behold the trunk was gone — there
were two houses in sight — we enquired at
both of them but without effect — We
therefore concluded that the Negro we had
met must have hid it in the woods — which
were on all sides of us. Mr. Bosworth
took the Pistol, Mr. Hall a club & myself
a Dagger and we went in different direc-
tions in the woods — after about two hours
search I found it in a Ditch covered up
with leaves — but no negro — we were in a
great hurry or we should have hid our-
selves and taken him when he came after
it — Thursday 17. Through Bush and Ab-
bington to the city of Baltimore in the
State of Maryland 36 miles. Friday 18th.
remained in Baltimore — went to see the
remains of the house that the Federalists
defended in Charles Street against the fury
of a Democratic mob, and the spot where
Genl Lingan was barbarously murdered.
Saturday 19th. Through Blensburgh to
the City of Washington in the District of
Columbia — the capitol of the U. States.
Sunday 20th. At Washington. Monday
21 st. Through Georgetown, crossed the
Potomac river, through Alexandria, by
Mount Vernon to Colchester in the State
HOW LOWELL MASON TRAVELLED TO SAVANNAH
239
of Virginia 25 miles. At Mount Vernon
we saw the seat of Genl Washington which
is beautiful beyond any description I can
give — it is on a high piece of ground on
the banks of the Potomac. The tomb of
the American hero stands under a cluster
of cedars about one hundred yards from
the house. There is no monument of any
description whatever — it is 8 miles from
Alexandria and 16 from Washington city.
William Lee a black man, servant of Genl
Washington in the American army is yet
living. The seat is now occupied by Judge
Bushrod Washington. Tuesday 22nd.
Through Dumfries and Aqua to Stafford
25 miles. Wednesday 23rd. Falmouth,
crossed the Rappahannock to Bowling
Green 31 m. Thursday 24th. Through
Hannover to [illegible] 31 miles. Friday
25th. Passed through no town today
untill we arrived at the city of Richmond
26 miles. Here we saw the ruins of the
Theatre that was burnt in Deer. 1811. A
Church is now building on the spot — and
directly underneath it is the tomb of
about 60 of the unfortunate persons who
perished at that time. Saturday 26th.
Through Petersburgh 26 miles. Sunday
27th. (no town to-day) 31 miles. Monday
28th. Crossed the Roanoke into the State
of North Carolina 24 miles. Tuesday 29th.
Went a-hunting. Wednesday 30th.
through Warrenton 24 miles. Thursday
31st. Through Louisburg 31 miles. Fri-
day January 1st 1813. Through the city of
Raleigh the capitol of North Carolina 30
miles. Saturday 2nd. To Averysborough
18 miles. Sunday 3rd. To Fayetteville 25
miles. Here Mr. Hall concluded to stay
and teach musick we left him on Monday
4th. (no town today) 23 miles. Tuesday
5th (no town) 26 miles. Wednesday 6th.
Hunting Deer. Thursday 7th. (No Town)
passed into the State of South Carolina.
15 miles. Friday 8th. Crossed Pede river.
Passed through Greenville over Long
Bluff 20 miles. Saturday 9th (No Town)
23 miles. Sunday 10th to Stateburgh on
the high hills of Santee 15 miles, nth and
12th. 'Staid at Stateburgh. Wednesday
13th. Crossed the Lakes [?], the Congree
and Wateree rivers and went to Belle Ville
23 miles. 14th. Staid at Belle Ville on the
account of rain. Friday 15th. To Orange-
burgh 25 miles. Here we found Mr. Cum-
mins. 16th. Staid with Mr. Cummins.
Sunday 17th. Went 23 miles (No Town).
Monday 18th. went 30 miles — through
water so deep that it came into the wag-
gon. Tuesday 19th. Went 33 miles (no
town, house, or any thing else). Wednes-
day 20th. Crossed Savannah river at the
Two Sisters ferry — went 27 miles. Thurs-
day 21st. Arrived at Savannah 16 miles.
The whole distance if I have added it
right is one thousand and eightyeight
miles. Although we have generally found
good entertainment on the road — yet we
have several times put up at a little log house
where there was but one room, a large
family of children and fifteen or twenty
negroes — this was not altogether comfort-
able. Our horses have held out remark-
ably well and are in good order at present.
I board at a very good house kept by Mrs.
Battey. Mr. B. and myself occupy three
rooms — one apiece for a bed and one be-
tween us for musick. I have called on
Doc. Kollock — who is an extremely fine
man. He thinks I shall meet with encour-
agement. I find however that my pros-
pects are materially different from what
I expected by Mr. Bosworths account — if
1 make two hundred dollars in all I shall
think I do well — indeed I have offered to
let myself for $150 to Mr. B. and he will
not give it. But it is certain I must make
2 or 300 before I can return home. I wrote
to you from New York and informed you
of the money I had received there on your
account. When we got to Alexandria we
found we should be deficient and I got $20
of Mr. Metcalf which I shall consider my-
self indebted to you for. I shall expect to
receive a letter from you as soon as this
reaches you [illegible] write on one sheet
to prevent postage. I hope by the time I
write you again I can give you a more
pleasant account of my business. It is
very warm here — so as to be some days
quite uncomfortable — and amongst im-
prudent people it is unhealthy (there has a
number died within a few days after hav-
ing been sick but two or three days) I
suppose there is about 8 or 10 die weekly.
I shall not think of staying in the city
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HOW LOWELL MASON TRAVELLED TO SAVANNAH
next summer if I do not come home — but
shall probably return as far as some part
of South or North Carolina. From New
York we shipped the guns by Water and
they arrived here in four days. Mr. Bos-
worth is willing to acknowledge now that
it would have been much better if we had
come by Water. N. Underwood is at No.
30 North 2nd St. Philadelphia- — he said he
would attend to my business you wished
him to do. — I wrote to Mr. Hill from
Washington and requested him to give
you this information. Lucretia will re-
member me to all my young friends and
thank Mary Prentiss for the Poem.
Goodbye for the present L. Mason.
It is to be regretted that Miss
Prentiss's poem, probably valedictory
and pathetic in nature, has not been
preserved to us. Nor have we any
of the answers of Johnson Mason.
We know only that Lowell suc-
ceeded in finding a place as teller in
a bank, and remained in Savannah
until he was called, in 1827, to
be choirmaster in the three principal
churches of Boston. Thus began his
musical career the further history of
which is too well known to need repe-
tition.
As for his journey to Savannah,
though he has made, I think, a mis-
take of sixty miles in his addition (of
which he himself suggests the possi-
bility) it was certainly arduous be-
yond anything we know of travelling
to-day. If any reader doubt the state-
ment, let him merely copy the letter
on a typewriter, as I have just done.
He will become devoutly thankful for
the introduction of modern con-
veniences.
Early Churches at the North End,
Boston
By William I. Cole
l^r^HE first church gathered with-
| in the limits of Old Boston
J, was, paradoxically speaking,
the Second Church. The
First Church of the town had been or-
ganized in Charlestown, under a tree,
by John Winthrop, Thomas Dudley and
others, before they and their follow-
ers crossed over to the peninsula of
Shawmut, or "Trimontaine," and
found, at last, "a place for our sitting
down." For nearly twenty years after
their removal hither, the church which
they had brought with them was the
sole church of the community ; and its
meeting-house, originally a small, low
building of mud walls and thatched
roof, — later a larger and more preten-
tious wooden structure — was the only
place of public worship. In 1649.
however, ''by reason of the popularity
of the town, there being too many to
meet in one assembly," the people liv-
ing at the northern end of the peninsula
were gathered into a separate church
body.
North Boston, as this part of the
town was called, the North End of the
present day, had undergone considera-
ble change since Anne Pollard, the
impulsive young woman who was the
foremost to leap ashore from the first
boat load of colonists, had found it a
place "very uneven, abounding in
small hollows and swamps, covered
with blueberries and other bushes."
The narrow neck joining it to the
main part of the peninsula had been
cut through by a canal, which was
bridged at one or two points. Three
main traveled ways crossed the island
thus created, one to Snow Hill, now
Copp's Hill ; one to the Winnisimmet
ferry; and one to the present North
Square, where the "long wharf"
reached out into the water. These
rough paths were the beginnings of
what are now Salem, Hanover and
North streets. A windmill for the
grinding of corn stood on Snow Hill ;
and near by, on the slope of the hill, a
strong battery had been built of timber
and earth. Houses, for the most part
small, unpainted, and unimposing, fol-
lowed the coast line at irregular inter-
vals, or were gathered in a cluster
around the hill, or in the neighborhood
of the "long wharf." Although the
population at this time did not include
over thirty householders, business was
rapidly increasing and removals hither
from south of the canal were becoming
more and more frequent.
A meeting-house was built by the
new religious society, which became
known as the North Church, at the top
of a gentle slope where now is North
Square. No description of this building
has come down to us. Probably it was
a plain square structure, not very large,
with the usual high pulpit and wall
pews. Some of these pews, it is said,
241
North Square
had private doors opening into the
street. Ladders, branded with the town
mark, hung on the outside for use in
case of fire. These ladders, be it ob-
served, were not for the protection of
the sacred edifice alone — which, devoid
as it was of all heating apparatus, was
in little danger of fire from within —
but of the entire neighborhood. Thus
the meeting-house was a primitive fire
station as well as a place of worship.
One wonders whether attendants upon
its services discovered any symbolism
in the fire ladders suspended without.
Did they see in them a figure of the
church as a means of escape from eter-
nal flames ? Such a use of material ob-
jects to illustrate spiritual truth was
especially congenial to the Puritan
mind.
But the ladders did not save this
building from destruction by fire ; for
in 1676 it was burned in a conflagra-
tion that swept away all the houses in
the vicinity. The next year it was re-
placed by a larger edifice, also of wood,
with a rather low belfry. This second
structure, which was looked upon as
"a model of the first architecture in
New England," after serving its pur-
pose as a church home for almost a
hundred years, in the winter of
1775-76 was pulled down by the Brit-
ish for firewood. Whether this build-
ing, like its predecessors, combined the
office of fire station with that of meet-
ing-house, is uncertain ; but for many
years it was a public arsenal, the pow-
der of the town being kept here. What
a variety of solemn thoughts must
have filled the minds of the worship-
pers within its walls ! To the reminders
from the pulpit of spiritual perils were
added from the storage under the same
EARLY CHURCHES AT THE NORTH END, BOSTON
243
roof those of physical perils. In view
of this strange storage, any references
to the uncertainty of life must have
had peculiar point and force!
The first regular minister of the
North Church was the Rev. John
Mayo. Of his personality and labors
little, if anything, is known to-day. The
records of the church give one item,
however, concerning his funeral which,
unintentionally perhaps, lights up for a
moment contemporary customs. Ac-
cording to this entry, the whole cost
of the funeral was ten pounds and four
shillings, of which only six shillings
were paid for the grave and six shil-
lings for the coffin, while three pounds
and seventeen shillings were spent for
wine and five pounds and fifteen shil-
lings for gloves.
The two succeeding ministers were
Increase Mather, and his son, col-
league, and finally his successor — the
more famous Cotton Mather. The
combined pastorates of these two men
extended over a period of more than
sixty years, during the greater part of
which time the pulpit of the North
Church was the most conspicuous pul-
pit not only in Boston but in Amer-
ica. If father and son were contrasted,
it might be said that the former was
more the man of affairs, the latter more
the scholar and preacher. To the du-
ties of his ministry, Increase Mather
added those of the presidency of Har-
vard College, from 1684 to 1701. He
was also for several years the agent of
Massachusetts at the court of James
the Second and of William and Mary.
When the lineal descendant and pres-
ent representative of the North Church
selected an incident in the life of this
man of many activities to depict in a
"minister's window," it chose that
of his appearing before the English
Commissioners to protest against the
surrender of the colony charter. The
window, which adorns its house of
worship on Copley Square, shows him
standing, a tall, commanding figure, in
the act of addressing the royal com-
missioners, who are seated at a table,
the simple austere garb of the Puritan
priest being in marked contrast to the
rich dress of the Englishmen.
But as a minister alone, Increase
Mather would still be a conspicuous
character in the early annals of New
England. His appearance in the pulpit
is described as having been peculiarly
apostolic. His voice was strong and
he sometimes used it with great effect,
delivering sentences which he wished
to make especially impressive "with
such a tonitrous cogency," to use the
words of his son, "that his hearers were
struck with awe like that produced by
the fall of thunderbolts." The same
authority affirms, also, that it was his
custom to "back everything he said
with some strong or agreeable sentence
from the Scriptures."
If an incident in the life of Cotton
Mather were singled out for represen-
tation as being peculiarly characteristic
of the man, probably it would be one
suggested by the part he took against
the witches. It might be that described
by Calef in connection with the hang-
ing at Salem of the Rev. George Bur-
roughs. According to this writer, the
sympathy with the condemned man
was so great that at one time the spec-
tators seemed likely to hinder the ex-
ecution. "As soon as he was turned
off," he goes on to say, "Mr. Cotton
Mather being mounted upon a horse,
addressed himself unto the People,
partly to declare that he (Rev. Mr.
Increase Mather
Burroughs) was no ordained minister,
and partly to possess the People of his
guilt ; saying, that the Devil has often
been transformed into an Angel of
Light; and this did somewhat appease
the People and the Executions went
on." Probably an incident of this kind
would be chosen to perpetuate the
memory of Cotton Mather ; for,
strange as it may seem, his persecu-
tion of the witches, although ot short
duration and far less fanatical than
that of some of his contemporaries, is
more frequently dwelt upon than any
of the other activities of his long life,
many of which were of a beneficent
character, unquestioned even to-day.
Without doubt few historical charac-
ters are less understood than Cotton
244
Mather. Self-conscious to an unusual
degree he undoubtedly was; but what
else could be expected of a man of his
natural parts reared in the days when,
to quote Barrett Wendell :
"As soon as children could talk, they were
set to a procecs of deliberate introspection,
whose mark is left in the constitutional mel-
ancholy and Ihe frequent insanity of their
descendants."
The belief in witchcraft, for which
he is especially censured, was well-
nigh universal at that time. In Eng-
land alone, more witches were hanged
or burned every year, for many years,
than were put to death during the
whole period of the Salem frenzy. To
his weakness and eccentricities, of
which he possessed not a few, were
Cotton Mather
added qualities of the highest charac-
ter. Although a persecutor of witches,
he was at the same time a scholar of
immense learning, a powerful preach-
er, and, what few familiar with his life
can really doubt, a good man.
Early in the eighteenth century the
population of the North. End had in-
creased to such an extent that the
North Meeting-house was over-
crowded and the need of a second place
of worship began to be felt. In 171 3,
Cotton Mather, foreseeing that another
religious society must be formed be-
cause of the "swarming brethren,"
wrote characteristically in his diary :
"God calls me in an extraordinary man-
ner to be armed for the Trials which I may
undergo in a church breaking all to pieces,
through the Impertinences of a proud crew,
that must have pues for their despicable
Families."
Nevertheless, his wounded vanity
did not prevent him from advising
with those about to start a new church,
and preaching to them two appropriate
sermons in a private house. The fol-
lowing year the associates, consisting
primarily of "seventeen substantial
mechanics," built for themselves a
church house at the corner of Hanover
and Clark streets. An interesting fact
in connection with its erection is that
permission to build it of wood had to
be obtained from the General Court, a
law having been passed two or three
years before prohibiting other con-
struction than brick or stone.
This meeting-house, of small dimen-
sions, but enlarged later, was put up
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246 EARLY CHURCHES AT THE NORTH END, BOSTON
without assistance from the more
wealthy part of the community, except-
ing what was "derived from their
prayers and good wishes." So diffi-
cult was the undertaking that several
years afterward, by way of compensa-
tion to the builders, the church voted :
"That if by any means this house should
be demolished, they shall have the privilege,
by themselves and their heirs, to rebuild
the same with such others as they please to
associate with them in the work."
The contingency provided for by
this action occurred in 1802, when the
building was taken down to make room
for a larger and finer structure; but
the privilege graciously conferred was
not claimed.
The later building, it may be inter-
esting to know, was after a design by
Charles Bulfinch. Enlarged and other-
wise altered, it is still standing, al-
though no longer the home of its orig-
inal owners.
The new organization was called the
New North Church to distinguish it
from the North, henceforth the Old
North Church. Among its first dea-
cons was John Dixwell, a son of one
of the judges of Charles the First.
The early history of this church was
marked by a dissension leading to a
permanent division and engendering
between the two opposing factions a
bitterness of feeling that was many
years in dying out. The cause of so
-great a dissension was the calling and
installation of a Rev. Mr. Thatcher as
a colleague with the pastor. Rev. Mr.
Thacher was settled pastor of
the church in Weymouth, and
the real point at issue was the
propriety of taking him away
from his flock. In view of mod-
ern church methods in securing pastors
the mere raising of such a question
seems well nigh absurd, still more so
allowing it to become a subject of
fierce altercation. In justification of
their course, the supporters of Mr.
Thacher gave, among other reasons, if
an old writer is to be believed, that:
"He was afflicted with the asthma,
which was attributed to the local sit-
uation of the place. The air of Boston
was more congenial to his health." To
this his opponents replied, according to
the same authority, that "his disease
was not very alarming till he was tam-
pered with about changing his parish."
Thus early in the history of New Eng-
land were ministers accused by their
detractors of making the need of a
more salubrious climate an excuse for
accepting a call to a larger field.
Those who had resisted the calling
of Mr. Thacher, when they found that
their efforts had been in vain, set them-
selves to work to prevent his settle-
ment. The council, in which were rep-
resented but two other churches, the
church at Milton and the church at
Rumney Marsh, now a part of Chel-
sea, met at the house of the pastor,
which was situated at the corner of
Salem and North Bennet streets. The
"aggrieved brethren," on the other
hand, met at the house of one of their
leaders, at the corner of Hanover and
North Bennet streets, by which, under
ordinary circumstances, the council
would pass on its way to the meeting-
house. Their purpose in this was to
intercept the council and prevent it,
by force if necesasry, from entering
the sacred doors. The pastor, however,
learning that such a plot was on foot,
conducted the council by a back way
through what is now Tileston street,
thus getting it into the building with-
Cotton Mather's Tomb in Copp's Hill Burying Ground
out disturbance. Both factions as-
sumed, apparently, that possession of
the pulpit was all the points of the law.
Active opposition now ceased, but
the disaffected members left the church
and formed a separate organization,
the third of the same faith and order
in the North End ; and built a place of
worship on the upper part of Hanover
street. In the first stress- of wrathful
resentment, they proposed to call the
new society the "Revenge Church of
Christ," but milder counsels prevail-
ing they allowed themselves to become
known as the New Brick Church, from
the construction of their meeting-
house, which was of brick.
But one fling they must have at the
church from which they had come out,
and especially at the direct cause of all
the trouble. As a vane for their steeple
they chose a gilded cock in derisive ref-
erence, so it is said, to Mr. Thacher
whose first name was Peter. To make
this reference unmistakable, when the
cock was put in place, a "merrie fel-
low," if an old chronicler is trust-
worthy, climbed upon it and, turning it
in the direction of the New North
Meeting-house, crowed lustily three
times ! This vane gained for the edifice
which it surmounted the sobriquet of
the "cockerel church," a name surviv-
ing in "Cockerel Hall" by which the
building occupying the same site is
known to-day. When the New Brick
Meeting-house was taken down at the
time of the widening of Hanover
street, the cock was transferred to the
Shepherd Memorial Church in Cam-
bridge, where it still can be seen facing
the direction from which the wind
blows, a perpetual symbol of change-
ableness.
248
EARLY CHURCHES AT THE NORTH END, BOSTON
Individual expressions of bitter feel-
ing toward the New North, on the part
of the seceders, were not lacking. One
man nailed up his pew in his former
church home, that at least one pew
there would always be empty. For
several years the pew remained nailed
up, until certain persons entering the
meeting-house by night sawed out the
section of the floor upon which the
pew stood and, carrying the whole
away, placed it at the shop door of its
owner, where it excited much mirth
among the passersby.
As time went on, however, the feel-
ing grew less and less bitter and the
occasion of it became the subject of
many a joke. A rather grim illustra-
tion of this has been preserved. It
seems that Mr. Thacher died at night,
in the midst of a severe storm accom-
panied by thunder and lightning,
which was very unusual at that season
of the year. The next morning, accord-
ing to the story, a member of his church
passing along the street met an ac-
quaintance and asked him if he knew
that Parson Thacher was dead? "No,"
said the other, "when did he die?" "In
the midst of the storm," was the reply.
"Well," rejoined the friend, "he went
off with as much noise as he came !"
Strangely enough, the character and
ability of Mr. Thatcher appear to have
played no part in this historic quarrel.
So far as is known he was personally
acceptable to those opposed to his call
and settlement. The question so vio-
lently in dispute was one of church
polity exclusively. As a matter of
fact, Mr. Thacher proved to be a pop-
ular preacher, and was greatly beloved.
His ministry also was far from un-
fruitful. From his installation till his
death in 1736, a period of sixteen
years, 383 persons were admitted into
the full communion of the church ; and
92 were given the covenant, without
admission into full communion. When
the somewhat severe conditions of
church membership in those days are
remembered, such figures appear quite
remarkable.
Following Mr. Thatcher in the min-
istry of the New North, after an in-
terval of a few years, came Andrew
and John Eliot, perhaps its two most
eminent pastors. Like Increase and
Cotton Mather, they were father and
son ; and their pastorates, separated by
a few months only, comprised a term
of seventy years. The most salient
characteristic of the elder Eliot seems
to have been circumspection, for he
bore the nickname of "Andrew Sly."
One of his maxims is said to have
been :
"When your parishioners are divided in
sentiment, enjoy your own opinion and act
according to your best judgment; but join
neither as a partisan."
Although suspected during his
earlier life of being a Tory at heart, be-
cause of his friendship for Gov.
Hutchinson, in his later years he
proved that he was not wanting in true
patriotism. With the exception of
Mathew Byles, the pastor of the Hollis
Street Church at the South End, he
was the only Congregational minister
who remained at his post during the
siege of Boston.
A sermon of his, still in existence,
has a peculiar interest because of the
circumstances under which it was
given. These are indicated by the title
page : "A Sermon Preached the
Lord's-Day before the Execution of
Levi Ames, who suffered Death for
Burglary, Oct. 21, 1773, Act. 22." A
EARLY CHURCHES AT THE NORTH END, BOSTON
249
foot-note explains still further : "This
discourse was preached at the desire of
the Prisoner, who was present when it
was delivered." The subject was, per-
tinently, "Christ's Promise to the peni-
tent Thief," from the text, "To-day
shalt thou be with me in Paradise."
The closing words were addressed
rather to the gen-
eral audience than
to the condemned
man:
"Let me exhort and
intreat all who may
attend the execution
of this poor con-
demned criminal, to
lay to heart such an
affecting sight, and to
behave with decency
and seriousness on
such a solemn occa-
sion. And may the
awul spectacle be a
means of instruction
and amendment to sin-
ners."
Doubtless this
exhortation to due
propriety of con-
duct at the hang-
ing was needed at
a time when a pub-
lic execution was
looked upon as the
greatest of diver-
sions, imparting to the day of its
occurrence the character of a holi-
day.
The younger Eliot's most distin-
guishing trait was, apparently, cath-
olicity of spirit, as the epithet of the
"liberal Christian," often applied to
him, seems to imply. Of him it was
said:
"Good men he loved and associated with,
although they differed from him in senti-
The Mather House
ment, and excluded none from his pulpit on
that account."
For this spirit of tolerance he re-
ceived many a reproof from some of
his ministerial brethren. Once in par-
ticular was he chided — perhaps repri-
manded would be the exacter word —
for "inviting Mr. Hill, an amiable man,
to preach for him,
who belonged to
the church call-
ed the Church of
New Jerusalem."
On another occa-
sion he gave of-
fence by acting as
pall-bearer at the
funeral of a Meth-
odist minister who
had been a neigh-
bor of his. He
was on intimate
terms with the
Universalist min-
ister whose church
building was not
far from his own
m e e t i ng-house,
which likewise was
frowned upon.
During the min-
istry of the two
Eliots the New
North reached the
point of its greatest prosperity. In the
period directly preceding the Revolu-
tion, the population and prosperity, if
not the fashion, of the town were cen-
tered at the North End ; and the con-
gregations gathering Sunday after
Sunday in the New North Meeting-
house were the largest and most influ-
ential in Boston. After the departure
of the British, however, social deter-
ioration set in here, which went on
g^gc-
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EARLY CHURCHES AT THE NORTH END, BOSTON
with increasing rapidity nearly up to
the present time. Of course the
churches quickly felt the change. At
the very beginning of the century just
closed, a writer deplores the altered as-
pect of the "face of the assembly" at
the New North and attributes it to
"the local situation of the meeting-
house." "The young gentlemen who
have married wives in other parts of.
the town," he goes on to say in explan-
ation, "have found it difficult to per-
suade them to become so ungenteel as
to attend worship at the North End ;
while the ladies of the society, as they
have become wives, have affected to
consider it a mark of taste to change
their minister."
Even most of the pastors had be-
come non-resident. According to this
same writer, only one out of the six or
more lived in his field of labor.
This single exception must have
been John Eliot ; for both he and his
father always dwelt in the midst of
those among whom they worked. It
is pleasant to read also of these two
pastors that they went among the peo-
ple of their church, "not only when duty
called them, as in cases of marriage,
sickness and death, but in a social man-
ner as friends." Their parishioners
in turn visited them on Sunday even-
ings, "at which times their studies
were filled with them, not for the sake
of religious conversation only, but
here the common topics of the day
were talked over, much information
given and received relative to the pol-
itics of the time and the interest of the
country." Many men not belonging to
the parish were in the habit of joining
these circles. Surely the two Eliots
are worthy of imitation by all pastors
of all times.
The house in which the Eliots lived,
and where these Sunday evening gath-
erings were held, had been, curiously
enough, the home at one time of In-
crease and Cotton Mather. A section
of the original building is still standing
on Hanover street.
After the Revolution, the Old North
Church people, whose meeting-house
had been demolished by the British
soldiers, were invited to worship with
the New Brick, the membership of the
latter having been greatly reduced by
the war. The result was a formal
union of the two societies, mother and
daughter, or, more exactly, mother and
granddaughter, in 1779, under the
name of the Second Church.
The middle period in the history of
the church thus reorganized was dis-
tinguished by the ministration, for a
brief time, of Ralph Waldo Emerson,
called in 1829 as colleague to the pas-
tor. Mr. Emerson soon succeeded to
the full pastorate, discharging its du-
ties until 1832, when he resigned the
office. The reason for this act was the
radical difference between his view of
the Lord's Supper and that generally
held by the church and the Congrega-
tional body at large. This rite, he de-
clares in his farewell discourse, ought
not to be observed, inasmuch as it con-
fused the idea of God by transferring
the worship of Him to Christ. Christ
is the mediator only as the instructor
of man, he explains. In the least peti-
tion to God "the soul stands alone with
God, and Jesus is no more present to
your mind than your brother or child."
This entire sermon was an epoch-mak-
ing utterance in the Unitarian move-
ment.
After withdrawing from the church,
Mr. Emerson left the citv to live hence-
EARLY CHURCHES AT THE NORTH END, BOSTON
251
forth in Concord. It was in connec-
tion with his departure from Boston
at this time that he wrote the well
known poem beginning :
"Good-bye, proud world ; I'm going home."
For sixty-four years the North
Church was the
only church in the
North End, with
one exception.
This exception was
a small body of
Baptists, meeting
in a little wooden
structure in the
neighborhood of
Salem street, on
the edge of what
w a s called the
"mill-pond." Or-
ganized in Charles-
town in 1665, this
church had remov-
ed hither by the
way of East Bos-
ton fifteen years
later. Its recep-
tion in the town
had been very far
from friendly, the
governor and
council promptly
ordering that the
doors and windows
of its scarcely fin-
ished meeting-
house be boarded
up. This proceed-
ing on the part of
the civil authorities is less surprising,
in view of the fact that only thirty-six
years before a man had been publicly
whipped at Hingham for refusing to
allow his child to be baptized, the belief
in infant baptism being one of the car-
Christ C
dinal heresies of the Baptists. Less
than forty years after the boarding up
of these doors and windows, at the or-
dination in the very same edifice of a
pastor of the church, Cotton Mather
was present and preached the sermon.
In this sermon,
whose subject was,
"Good men uni-
ted," the speaker
condemned "the
withdrawal of fel-
lowship from good
men," and "the
disposition to in-
flict uneasy cir-
cumstances upon
them under the
wretched notion of
wholesome severi-
ties." Thus the
plant of religious
tolerance had al-
ready taken root
in the somewhat
stony soil of New
England and was
beginning to grow.
For one hundred
and fifty years the
church worshipped
by the side of the
"mill-pond," a
larger edifice re-
placing the orig-
inal one; then re-
moved to the cor-
KM^MLMwMMMA^ ner 0f Hanover
HURCH and Union streets.
One of its pastors during this period,
the Rev. Samuel Stillman, gave the
church considerable dignity and influ-
ence, being regarded as one of the able
preachers in the Revolutionary days.
People of the town and strangers alike,
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EARLY CHURCHES AT THE NORTH END, BOSTON
so it is said, many of them men and
women of distinction, thronged the
aisles of his obscure little meeting-
house, drawn hither by his eloquence.
In 1743 a division occurred in this
church which led to the formation of
a new society, as the separation in the
New North had resulted in the New
Brick. In this
case, however,
the division was
mainly over a
question of the-
ology rather
than of church
polity. The
pastor was ac-
cused of hold-
ing unsound re-
ligious views,
and also of op-
posing "the
work of God in
the land." "The
work of God"
was the Great
Awakening,
which, begun
by Jonathan
Edwards in
1735, had re-
ceived a fresh
impulse from
the opportune
arrival in this
country of
George White-
field, the Wesleyan preacher. The un-
soundness of the pastor's views con-
sisted in his tendency to Arminianism,
the essence of which was repudiation
of the doctrines of "election" and "rep-
robation." Now this very heresy, as it
extended in New England, had pre-
pared the way for Whitefield's won-
Methodist Alley
derful work ; as it later made possible
the establishment of Methodism in
Boston and elsewhere. Therefore the
opposition of the Baptist pastor to the
"work of God," of whatsoever nature
it was, must have been on other than
theological grounds.
The seceders built a place of worship
near that of the
parent church,
in what is now
Baldwin Place.
By the end of
the century the
society had so
increased that
the building
was enlarged,
and a few years
later was taken
down to be re-
placed by a still
more commodi-
ous edifice. The
early history of
this Second
Baptist church
was compara-
tively unevent-
ful.
The Metho-
dist as well as
the Baptist form
of faith gained
its first foothold
in Boston at
the North End.
Among the British soldiers who came
in 1768 were some Methodists who
made the beginning of a society. About
1772 a small organization was formed,
which soon after became extinct. While
there was some preaching in the in-
terval, it was not until 1790 that
Methodism was fairly established
EARLY CHURCHES AT THE NORTH END, BOSTON
253
Reverend John Murray
here — its founder, the Rev. Jesse Lee,
holding his first public service in the
town in July of that year. This service
took place under the historic old elm
on the Common, at the close of a Sab-
bath day. The appearance of the
preacher and the effect that he pro-
duced have been thus described :
"Upon a rude table a man of powerful
frame and of a serene but shrewd counten-
ance, took his stand. Four persons ap-
proached, and curiously gazed while he
sung. Kneeling he prayed with a fervor
unknown in the Puritan pulpits, attracting
crowds of promenaders from the shady
walks. Three thousand people drank in his
flowing thoughts, as, from a pocket Bible
without note^, he proclaimed a free salva-
tion. ... It was agreed, said one who heard
him, that such a man had "not visited New
England since the days of Whitefield."
Five years later the first meeting-
house of the denomination was built.
It was situated on Methodist Alley,
now Hanover avenue, and was a small,
plain, wooden building, rough and un-
finished within, benches without backs
serving for pews. The society at this
time numbered about forty, all of
whom were poor. While in no sense
persecuted, thev suffered at first manv
petty annoyances similar to those that
the Salvation Army endures to-day on
its appearance in a new community.
Within thirty years their numbers had
so increased that a larger meeting place
became imperative, and in 1828 they
finished and dedicated a new house of
worship on North Bennet street.
One other important form of relig-
ious faith came into Boston through
the North End. In 1785 the first so-
ciety of Universalists in the town was
gathered by the Rev. John Murray,
the "father of Universalism" in this
country. A house of worship for the
new sect was ready at hand in the sa-
cred edifice at the corner of Hanover
and North Bennet streets recently va-
cated by the followers of Rev. Samuel
Mather.
To account for this structure it is
necessary to go back a period of fifty
years. In 1732, Samuel Mather, a
son of Cotton Mather, was dismissed
from the Old North, after a service of
nine years as colleague of its pastor.
The reasons for this action on the part
of the church are vaguely stated as his
being "not entirely sound in doctrine,
and not entirely proper in conduct."
The latter charge was based solely on
his attitude toward the Great Awak-
ening already referred to. Wherein his
heresy lay is not given. With him
went ninety-three others of the church,
who put up the building in question.
This they and their successors occupied
until the death of their pastor, in 1785,
when most of them returned to the
Second Church.
Of Samuel Mather, it may be said
in passing, that he was accounted a
man of learning although not a power-
ful preacher. In spite of the opposi-
tion that he aroused, there is no good
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reason to doubt his uprightness. That
he was generally esteemed, appears
from the title pages of two sermons
preached by him, one on the death of
Queen Caroline, "in the audience of his
excellency the governor;' the other on
the death of "the high, puissant, and
most illustrious Prince Frederick Lew-
is, Prince of Great Britain." The latter
was "in the audience of the honorable
Spencer Phips, Esq., lieutenant-gov-
ernor and commander in chief, and
The Universalists, acquiring the
property left when the church of Sam-
uel Mather was disbanded, made it
their church home..
A dramatic contrast was involved in
this change of ownership and occupa-
tion ; for Samuel Mather had been a
strong opponent of Universalism.
His best known if not his only con-
troversial book bears the title :
"All men will not be saved forever, or an
attempt to prove that this is a Scriptural
r
The First Universalist Church
the honorable his majesty's council, of
the Province of Massachusetts Bay."
A third sermon of his which has
been preserved was prepared and
preached for the benefit of the same
Levi Ames that Andrew Eliot ad-
dressed, both discourses being given
on the Sunday before the man was
hung for burglary. The subject of
Mather's sermon was "Christ sent to
heal the broken-hearted." Poor Levi
Ames ; one cannot but hope that these
two sermons of his last Sabbath on
eartli brought peace to his heart !
Doctrine; and to give a sufficient answer
to the Publisher of the Extracts in favor
of the Salvation of all Men."
Nevertheless, within a few months
of his death, in the very pulpit which
for so many years he had occupied, the
voice of the Rev. John Murray was
lifted up in the exposition of the doc-
trine of ultimate universal salvation !
The building was enlarged in 1792,
repaired and partially remodeled a few
years later; and in 1838 demolished
preparatory to the erection of the brick
structure still standing.
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2SS
One more early church at the North
End remains to be spoken of. In 1723
Christ Church, the second Episcopal
church in the town, dedicated a
stately house of worship on Salem
street, near the two Baptist meeting-
houses. At one period it was a large
and prosperous society,
and is to-day the sole
survivor at the North
End of all the churches
worshipping there pre-
vious to the nineteenth
century; but it is less
famous for its history
than for its house of
worship, which it has
occupied from the first.
The edifice, erected one
hundred and seventy-
five years ago, from a
design by Sir Christo-
pher Wren, if report is
to be believed, retains
generally its original
appearance. External-
ly the body of the
building is plain and
uninteresting, differing
little from that of all
old houses of worship
in New England; but
the steeple gives dignity
and distinction to the
whole structure. The
interior resembles that
of an old English church, and is at
once quaint and beautiful.
Around this venerable sanctuary are
gathered many associations, not a few
of them having to do with important
events in American history. In the
steeple, according to tradition, were
displayed the signal lanterns of Paul
Revere, "which warned the country
A Glimpse of St. Stephen's
Church
of the march of the British troops to
Lexington and Concord." From the
tower General Gage witnessed the bat-
tle of Bunker Hill ; and in one of the
burial vaults beneath the nave, for
after the English custom the space un-
der the floor was used in the early
days for sepulchre, the
remains of General Pit-
cairn reposed until they
were transferred to
Westminster Abbey.
Among the treasures
and curiosities of the
church are parts of a
communion service pre-
sented by George the
Second and bearing the
royal arms; a copy of
the "Vinegar" Bible, in
which, by a misprint,
the word "vinegar" is
substituted for "vine-
yard" in the parable;
prayer-books in which
all the prayers for the
king and royal family
are covered with pieces
of plain paper, pasted
on after the Revolu-
tion; and, as one of
the mural decorations,
a bust of Washington
by Houdon, the dis-
tinguished French
sculptor.
Services are held here every Sunday
morning, attended by a small congre-
gation made up chiefly of sightseers ;
and a Sunday-school of a few members
meets in the afternoon. This Sunday-
school dates back to 181 5, and is per-
haps the oldest Sunday-school in the
country.
With the exception of Christ
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EARLY CHURCHES AT THE NORTH END, BOSTON
Church, as has been said, not one of
the early churches at the North End is
to be found there to-day. The North,
or Old North, which was merged into
the New Brick Church, now has a
house of worship on Copley Square;
the New North Church, after remov-
ing to Bulfinch street, became extinct ;
the First Baptist Church is occupying
a stately edifice on Commonwealth ave-
nue; the Second
Baptist is housed
on Warren [ave-
nue, and is known
as the Warren
Avenue Baptist
Church; the
First Methodist
Church is con-
tinued in the
Grace Method-
ist Episcopal
Church, worship-
ping on Temple
street, and the
First Universal-
ist Church was
dissolved in 1864.
Of the Protestant
churches estab-
lished in this part
of Boston since
the beginning of
the century just ended, two or three
only remain. The Hanover Street
Church, of which Lyman Beecher was
pastor at one time, removed to Bow-
doin street and later went out of ex-
istence, and the Salem Street Church
merged into the Mariners' Church.
Those that still are to be found here
comprise three societies for carrying
on work especially among sailors, and
a Methodist Episcopal Church of Ital-
ians in charge of an Italian pastor.
The Baldwin Place Synagogue
years ago
Protestantism has all but disap-
peared from the North End and in its
place have come alien forms of faith.
Within a stone's throw of the site of
the Old North Meeting-house, stands
the church home of an Italian Roman
Catholic body ; the former meeting-
house of the New North is now occu-
pied by Irish and that of the First
Methodist Church by Portuguese Ro-
m a n Catholics ;
while what was
once the church
home of the Sec-
ond Baptist
Church has be-
come an orthodox
Jewish syna-
gogue.
In a word, the
religious s i t u a-
tion at the North
End to-day,
broadly consid-
ered, departs
more and more
widely from that
in each remoter
period, until it
presents the most
amazing contrast
to what it was two
hundred and fifty
Puritanism was the
dominant and sole form of faith. Puri-
tanism departed with the Mathers and
Protestantism has all but disappeared,
while alien faiths have increased more
and more. In its religious aspects at
the present time the North End can be
likened only to a palimpsest on which
over the half erased annals of Protes-
tantism are written in large characters
the records of Roman Catholicism and
orthodox Judaism. ^
when
Hmerican ©brines UTTT
Lexington Common
" IjAY DOWN THE AXE, FLING BY THE SPADE;
Leave in its track the toiling plough -.
The rifle and the bayonet-blade
JTOR ARMS LIKE YOURS WERE FITTER NOW."
New England Magazine
New Series
MAY
Vol. XXVI No. 3
Flower Folk in the Boston
Reservations
By Elsie Locke
MARCH is not only nursing
April's violets ; she also
brings to us the first wild
flower of the year. And
what is it? — for poets and naturalists
disagree. The honey bees know. If,
about the middle of March, we see
them returning home laden with pol-
len and could follow them, they would
take us, I think, to the • swamps and
bogs of the Middlesex Fells, there to
find the symplocarpus — the country
folk call it skunk cabbage because of
its unpleasant odor. But, for all that,
it is a near relative to our cherished
calla lily. Hamilton Gibson gives it
a prettier name, "the hermit of the
bog," and says that it is not without
honor, save in its own country.
In March the pussy willows are
coming, ten or twelve different kinds
of them, — for there are as manv dif-
ferent species of the willow hereabouts.
Some of them, indeed, are later with
their leaves, but first and dearest are
the silvery gray pussies peering out of
scaly buds on the bare, brown twigs.
Heralding the earliest blossoms of
spring, they bring gladness to the
hearts of all true lovers of nature, a
golden gladness which pierces the
films that wrap the inner sense, until,
for a time, we become like Asgard
who sat and listened at the rainbow
bridge and could hear the grass grow,
leagues away.
Leaving the hermit of the bog to the
botanist and the bees, let us find the
first blossom that is also a flower. It
is not the trailing arbutus ; for, al-
though that once grew in the Fells, it
has gone with the great pines, and the
beautiful fringed gentian that once
could be found there. But in the Cas-
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Hepatica
Bloodroot
Anemone
cade Woods the hepatica is coming,
that dear little first flower sometimes
called squirrel-cup, and with it, the
anemone, swaying on its stem.
And the violets ! Sweet white vio-
lets— the viola blanda with rounded
leaves, and the long-leaved viola lance-
olata; and on higher ground the downy
yellow violet growing at the root of
some old tree. On Bare Hill, and by
Beaver Brook, still grows the beauti-
ful bloodroot. And the anemonella,
differing from the true anemone by
its cluster of flowers, is found through-
out the Fells.
By the brookside, beneath the red
maples, look for the early saxifrage;
and, in wetter places, the marsh mari-
gold— marsh gold, some of us call it —
and with it wild callas, and the sweet
flag acorus calamus known to some
people only as a confection. And,
later, growing by these same brook-
sides, we shall find the wild forget-me-
not, golden saxifrage and the white
crowfoot, its finely dissected leaves
floating on the water.
Somewhere east of Hawk Hill the
little goldthread is found, and on rocky
places everywhere look for the deli-
260
cate meadow rue, and for the colum-
bine swinging its scarlet bells,
"Like clear flames in lonely nooks."
On these same rocky ledges grow the
wild geraniums and the pale corydalis.
In the moist woods Jack-in-the-pul-
pit preaches to the Solomon's seal, the
baneberry, the sweet cicely, and the
nodding trillium hiding its pretty blos-
som beneath its three broad leaves.
Everywhere we see the drooping white
clusters of the shadberry, with the tiny
yellow blossoms of the spicebush.
Late in May the flowering dogwood
tree is blooming in the eastern part of
the Blue Hills, and the Middlesex Fells
south of Spot Pond. Only here and
there may the rare rhodora be found;
while far less shy are its sisters, the
swamp azaleas, lovely — and sticky !
In open, moist, grassy places you
will find the Houstonia that delicate
little flower with so many pretty local
names, bluets, innocence, Quaker-la-
dies, and sky-bloom —
"Sky-bloom on the hillside,
Sky-bloom in the meadow,"
*****
"Like a cherub crowd astray
For an earthly holiday."
FLOWER FOLK IN THE BOSTON RESERVATIONS
26
There may be found pyrolas, medi-
ol'as and the yellow dog-tooth violet.
And on the wooded hillsides the smil-
acina, the maianthemum and oakesia
are common in both the Blue Hills and
in the Fells ; but the uvidaria — the real
straw lily — is very rare. Common
enough, yet with a golden-starred
beauty of its own, blossoms the faith-
ful dandelion, that friend of the merry
children. Later, when
"June bids the sweet wild rose to blow,"
those growing in its ponds, swamps, or
bogs fringing the swamps ; the wild
cranberry, and, growing with roots
matted together, the clethra, cassandra
— swamp rose — and the "sacred An-
dromeda'' are among these. Sometimes
this last, pushing out into the pond,
lifts its dark green leaves and lovely
flowers up out of the water. The
drooping flower stalks are white, the
calyx white tipped with rose, and the
petals all rose color. Not far away you
Marsh Marigold
Wild Geranium
we shall find on these hills the dwarf
wild rose, rosa humilis; and the sweet-
briar escaped from cultivation.
There are fields full of daisies and
buttercups, and knee-deep clover. Bar-
berry bushes are in blossom along the
wayside, agrimony with its elegantly
cut leaf, and the pretty, starry stitch-
wort. And as we go on, we drink in
with delight the fragrance of the wild
grape blossom. Hiding in deep woods
are the lady's-slippers, and the rare,
ragged-fringed orchids by Hoosic-
whisick Pond. Some of June's love-
liest flowers in the reservations are
may find an early iris versicolor, — our
native fleur-de-lis. And here, also, are
the pink spikes of the water smart-
weed, polygonum; and, on the banks,
the delicate, blue-eyed grass, and the
lilac-colored, fragrant whorls of the
wild mint.
Queen of all, is the white pond lily,
our Lady of the Lake. In the same
pond is its cousin, in yellow, better
named frog lily, because it loves the
mud, and blooms contentedly there
from May until August, unheeding the
general indifference to the useful prop-
erties of its root.
Wild Columbine
Meadow Lily
Jack-in-the-Pulpit
Other very interesting bog and wa-
ter plants may be studied at this sea-
son— the pitcher plant, the sundew
and the utricularia. Most familiar is
the pitcher-plant with its leaves shaped
so wonderfully into woodland pitchers
and its flowers so queerly constructed
that somebody thought it looked like
a sidesaddle — hence its name. A
strange little plant is the sundew. It
will close its round leaf about the end
of your finger, — in the vain attempt
to eat you, no doubt, thinking you a
marvellous kind of spider ! The
utricularia is appropriately called
bladderwort for its finely dissected
leaves are covered with curious little
glands filled with water while the
plant is immersed, and until the time of
flowering. Then, in some mysterious
way, these bladders eject the water,
fill with air, and so raise the plant to
the surface of the pond, where it floats
and rests in the sunshine until the time
of its flowering is over and it wishes
to ripen its seed. Then these wonder-
ful contrivances eject the air, fill again
with water, and the plant once more
sinks to the bottom of the pond. These
little organs have other duties beside
keeping the flower afloat, they go fish-
ing- to catch the carnivorous food
which seems to be part of the utricu-
laria's diet. It is well worth while to
take Darwin's fascinating "Insectivor-
ous Plants," and go to the Fells some
August morning to interview this
queer genus.
Some of the parasite flowers to be
studied in June — and occasionally to be
found in the Fells — are the dodder,
tangling its golden threads about the
nearest plant ; the chestnut-colored
squaw-root under some old oak tree
in the southwestern part of the Reser-
vation ; the coral-root, with blossoms
mottled with red, in Virginia Wood ;
and, in deep, moist woodlands, the
Indian-pipe, sometimes called the
ghost flower. The last is common in
the Blue Hills.
On hot July days as we walk or
drive along the wooded roads, we shall
see the shining-leaved wild rose — rosa
lucida — often hiding beneath the broad
disks of the common elder. And all
along in the wayside thickets are yel-
low hop clover, meadow sweet, white,
feathery sprays of the New Jersey tea
— cea not hits — downy hardhack, the
tall meadow rue, and the pretty pink
dogbane — apocynum. And there in
the shelter of a stone wall stands the
mullein wrapped even in July in wool,
Solomon's Seal
Maianthemum
Rhodora
Bellwort
and sunning itself near the sumach
bushes. By the way we find no less
than four kinds of St. John's-wort, two
of the species with their leaves dotted
with oil glands, and their stamens done
up in little parcels. And near by, it
may be, appears the paler yellow of the
linaria. The blue linaria and the
thyme-leaved speedwell grow beside
the wooded paths, in sunny places ; and
the dear little pinky-gray pussy clover
runs fearlessly into the cart roads. In
low, moist places we can gather mon-
key flowers, snake-heads — chelone — ■
the fragrant heads of the button bush,
and the bright yellow loosestrife. And,
although we miss the harebells, we
may expect to find a rare marsh bell-
flower, if we search well for it. In
moist, rich woods the partridge vine is
at its prettiest now, bearing on the
same sprays bright red berries and
waxy white flowers.
On the sunny hillsides are the blue
spikes of the wild lobelia, the yellow
and purple Gerardias, and blue patches
of the vetch — vicia sativa. The
sleepy catchfly is common among the
Blue Hills ; and the little corn-speed-
well is blooming in the Fells on Bear
Hill.
Here is a partial list of the August
flowers blooming only a little way out
from the city.
In the fields and in the roadside
thickets, mingling with, and follow-
ing close after those we have been
studying, are the wild clematis, appro-
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Pitcher Plant
New Jersey Tea
Lady's Slipper
Trillium.
priately called the traveler's joy; the
evening primrose, so beautiful at twi-
light time; and the day primrose,
called sundrop, just as beautiful at
daybreak ; the wild carrot, better called,
queen's lace ; the white thoroughworts ;
the purple Joe-Pye weed ; and those
two little plants that grow the wide
world over, — brunella and yarrow.
Then comes all the golden glow of the
wild sunflowers, the early goldenrods,
black-eyed Susans, coreopses, tansy,
groundsel, and fall dandelions.
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Later come the tick trefoils — des-
modhims — and the beggar ticks —
bidens, — that in late August and early
September ripen such interesting and
troublesome fruit. Thoreau says of
them,
"Though you were running for your life,
they would have time to catch and cling to
your clothes. Whole coveys of desmodiums
and bidens seeds steal transportation out of
us. I have found myself often covered, as
it were, with an imbricated coat of the
brown desmodium seeds, or a bristling
chevaux de frise of beggar ticks, and had
to spend a quarter of an hour, or more,
picking them off in some convenient spot.
And so they p-ot just what they wanted —
deposited in another place."
The twining wild bean bears its vio-
let-scented blossoms at this time ; and
have you ever tried to disentangle it,
endeavoring to get a perfect specimen,
from its tuber root to its topmost cling-
ing tendril, and not lose a single choc-
olate-colored blossom? And perhaps,
further on in your drive, on a sandy
patch in some old field you will find the
poly gala san guinea, the blue curls, and
the sand spurrey, all so easily pulled up
by the roots.
Down in the meadows, growing
among the reeds and rushes, is the
fragile arrowhead with its three white
petals and its arrow-shaped leaves.
And here are cardinal flowers ; and
that pretty little orchid, spiranthes,
called ladies' tresses ; and the nodding
meadow lily; and, on higher ground
the wild red lily erect and stately, with
robes more rich than those of Solomon.
In late August and early September
days we admire the lovely succory,
generally blue as the sky, yet some-
times running the gamut of color
through lavender to pink as delicate as
that of the Gerardia. So friendly is it
that it comes even into our dooryards.
Yet it is so shy and wild, it will not
have much to do with us, drooping
when picked, like its contemporary, the
blue curls, a kind of wild mint that
cannot be domesticated as we have the
catnip, for the benefit of our pussies.
Let us try to see how many we can
find of the twenty or more different
species of asters, and fifteen of golden-
rod growing in the reservations about
Boston. We all know the New Eng-
land aster, and the heart-leaved, the
zigzag-stemmed, the frost, the heather,
and the lavender-colored swamp as-
ters. The anise-scented goldenrod
blossoms by the dry, woodland paths.
It is common in both the Blue Hills
and the Middlesex Fells; while the
elmlike goldenrod, — solidago ulmifo-
lia, — is rare, being only occasionally
found in certain localities.
There are no gentians, although, as
has been said before, the beautiful
fringed gentian once grew in the Fells,
upon land that is now filled in.
When we get into the late September
and the October days, the pretty ber-
ries of autumn add to the beauty of the
woods, although these berries have
such a way of hiding! In George
Macdonald's delightful story, "At the
Back of the North Wind," the little
boy. Diamond, calls the berries the
birds' barn or storehouse.
In our search for the berries, the
crimson bitter-sweet climbing over
stone walls near Bear Hill shall not es-
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Common St. John's Wort
Evening Primrose
Mullein
Daisy
Chicory
cape us ; nor the reel berries of the
mountain holly and the mountain ash.
And here are the white berries of the
kinnikinnik and the green briar; the
blue of the woodbine, the sassafras and
the alternate-leaved cornel with their
blue berries on red stalks ; and the
dockmackie doing better than that, as
it has berries that are at first red, then,
afterward — as if discontented with the
brighter color — changed to purple.
And now we come to the last flower
of the year — the witch hazel. This is
common at the feet of rocky slopes,
in moist, shady places, — a bright lit-
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tie blossom greeting us cheerily and
almost as if it were wishing us a pleas-
ant winter. Hamilton Gibson gives
this charming description of the witch
hazel :
"The waving pennants coiled for weeks
within their patient buds, are now swung
out from thousands of gray twigs in the
copses, and the underwoods are lit up with
the yellow halo from their myriads of
fringed petals. These luminous blossoms
are very well known to most dwellers in the
country, but there is something else going on
there among the twigs which few observers
have suspected. It is a mischievous haunt
out there among the witch hazels about this
time. I shall never forget the caper it
!
New England Aster
Witch Hazel
played upon me years ago. While admiring
the flowers I was suddenly stung in the
cheek by some missile, and the next instant
shot in the eye by another, the mysterious
marksman having, apparently, let off both
barrels of his gun directly in my face. I
soon discovered him, an army of them, in
fact, a saucy legion. These little sharp-
shooters are the ripe pods of last year's
flowers now opening everywhere among the
yellow blossoms. Each pod contains two
long, black, shining seeds of bony hardness.
The pod splits in half, exposing the two
white-tipped seeds. The edges of the horny
cells contract against the sides of the seeds
and finally expel them with surprising force,
sometimes to the distance of forty feet. A
branch of the unopened pods brought home
and placed in a vase upon the mantel will
afford considerable amusement, as the seeds
rattle about the room singling out their
whimsical targets, or perhaps careen about
from walls and ceilings to the glass lamp
shade upon the table, or the evening news-
paper of pater familias, or, possibly, the
bald spot on his head."
With the passing of the witch hazel
our procession of flowers in New
England is over. And as we go home
through the cool November woods, we
say reverently, with Helen Hunt,
"I never knew before what beds,
Fragrant to smell and soft to touch,
The forest sifts and shapes and spreads ;
I never knew before how much
Of human sound there is in such
Low tones as through the forest sweep
When all wild things lie down to sleep."
And as, through autumn storms and
winter snow we await the buds and
blossoms of another year, a happy
sense of security makes sweet these
days of waiting. For we know that
the axe of the woodman will spare the
magnificent forest trees of our reser-
vations, and that no plough of tillage,
or builders' tumultuous industry will
invade these hills and dales in which
the flowers of wood and field may
bloom in their fragile beauty with none
to make them afraid.
Honor to the men and women to
whose long years of ceaseless labor in
the cause we owe these reservations
with their treasures of field and stream
and forest. When Fame is writing
names in letters of light, theirs will be
among those she thus delights to so
honor.
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As It Was Written
By H. Knapp Harris
"I
THOUGHT we were to give
no more of these confounded
formal dinner parties this
season," growled Colonel
Wentworth Billingham, pulling his
mustache and looking bored and un-
comfortable in his dress suit. Billing-
ham was one of those men to whom a
dress suit is so unbecoming that one
almost wishes mankind had clung to
the aboriginal loin cloth.
"I believe I did say so in a rash mo-
ment. But this is a special number,
by request. Where do you like this
rose best, Wentworth ?"
Mrs. Billingham stood before the
long pier glass meditatively pinning an
American Beauty rose first in her hair,
then in the corsage of her low-cut
dinner gown and turning her small,
well-poised head from side to side. It
was in truth as scheming and far-see-
ing a little head as was ever set coquet-
tishly upon a pair of very white shoul-
ders. She had fine eyes, a vivacious
manner, and the art of making one be-
lieve her much better looking than she
really was. Part of it was due to her
dressmaker, but more to her inborn
tact, and that strain of French blood" in
her veins. Her American birth ac-
counted for her fine eyes ; her French
blood taught her how to use them. On
the stage she could have played the in-
genue to perfection. On the stage of
life she did a far more difficult part:
she managed her husband with such
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fine and subtle diplomacy that he went
through life unconscious of the fact.
No one would have resented it more
vociferously than he, had he ever be-
come conscious of being in leading
strings. So delicate was the compli-
ment he paid her finesse that he fre-
quently alluded laughingly, in his bo-
vine, bulky way, to a man he consid-
ered under petticoat tyranny with con-
temptuous irony. On these occasions
little Mrs. Billingham's long lashes
were always lowered demurely over
the glint of humor that would shine
from her big expressive eyes.
"There — I like it best in my hair,"
she said finally, fastening the rose with
a long, vicious-looking hair-pin of the
harpoon variety. "Right behind my
ear, where Calve always wears hers."
As an instance of Mrs. Billingham's
managerial tactics, they had taken a
London house and had spent the past
six months in the American colony.
Billingham didn't really want to spend
even six weeks in what he termed "this
beastly English maelstrom." But his
wife made him believe he did, which
comes to much the same in the end.
She convinced him that his liver was
much more active in London than in
New York. Though, in point of fact,
Billingham's liver was less influenced
by the climate than his temper, and
his face always suggested a faded
Naples yellow. What she really meant
was that the damp and fog of the cli-
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mate cleared out her own complexion,
and the gayety and frivolity of life in
the American colony suited her.
Billingham had made his money in
pork, while his millionaire brother had
made his in the manufacture of fine
toilet soaps. Before leaving America,
Mrs. Billingham felt on one occasion
that she had run against her social
Waterloo, when she chanced to over-
hear two women say in a spiteful
aside : "Which Mrs. Billingham do
you mean? Mrs. Soap — or Mrs.
Pork?" But surely now, she thought,
after six months abroad, and returning
with a French maid and a valet with a
heavy English accent, those snobbish
Chicagoans would never dare speak
of her so.
In another fortnight they would
once more hear the American eagle
flap its wings. Billingham was se-
cretly as down with nostalgia as only
a Western man can be who has lived
and moved and had his commercial
being in a sphere as far removed from
formal London drawing rooms as the
breezy heights of a cloud-capped
mountain is from the artificial atmos-
phere of a horticulturist's force-house.
"The dinner is for that pretty little
American heiress — Miriam Turner — ■
you know, dear," said Mrs. Billing-
ham.
She came up close and stood on tip-
toe to straighten her liege lord's tie.
"No one would suppose you had a
valet, Wentworth," she laughed.
"You always look so thrown together.
There's always such a catch-as-catch-
can air about the way your clothes are
put on."
"You can't expect a man to accom-
modate himself late in life to a valet
as he does to rheumatism and a bald
head," growled the weary colonel, with
a yawn. "I suppose, of course, that
invertebrate little English lord will be
here. That scheming Anglomaniac
mother of Miriam's has at last suc-
ceeded in bowling him over. What
other bores are to be on hand?" Mrs.
Billingham smiled amiably.
"Lord Ainsley will be here, of
course — it's a sort of an engagement
announcement dinner, you know."
"Think of a bright little American
girl like that marrying a brainless cad
like Ainsley — with a monocle and a
lisp. It's only because he's holding
up a title that's bigger than he is. And
it's only by the accident of birth that
he got that"
The colonel glowered and sniffed
with democratic disgust.
"Cigarettes," said he, "seem to be
his only intellectual stimulant and he
takes 'em regularly. Mrs. Turner has
held Miriam like a broker does his
stock until the quotations are raised.
Those startling English waistcoasts he
wears are the only things with any
character about him. If he ever
amounts to anything in the House it
will be because his wife injects a little
American "go" into his four-century-
old veins." He ran his hands through
his stiff, upstanding bristle of grey
hair as he mounted his favorite hobby
and ambled off.
"I'd rather a daughter of mine
should marry a wild and woolly West-
erner with a rapid-firing career behind
him — yes, by gad, than a titled nonen-
tity with a glass screwed into one eye
and a huge boutonniere in his coat
lapel. It's a thundering shame ! Why
doesn't she marry a good, live, hustling
American? Lord knows she's had
chances enough. Miriam has simply
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been knocked down to the highest bid-
der," he raved.
Billingham had a great deal of that
quality that made our ancestors plant
their feet wide apart, and expand their
chests, and invite George III. to come
on. His Americanism was of the
dyed-in-the-wool sort that is as pro-
nounced as a Southern drawl.
Mrs. Billingham laughed softly and
changed the rose from her hair to her
corsage. She herself had none of
those aggressive Americanisms. But
it was part of her infinite wisdom and
tact never to contradict her husband
when he aired his favorite fads.
"If you made an exhaustive search
for that little Englishman's brains,"
said he, "they'd be as hard to find as
the man inside the Automaton Chess
Player. He's the most aimless ass of
my acquaintance. A fellow that screws
a monocle into one eye, and sucks the
head of his cane — "
"Why, I think that's when he's the
very least objectionable," laughed Mrs.
Billingham. "Because, you see, of
course, he looks awfully stupid, still —
you don't feel at all sure that he is till
he takes his cane out, and opens his
mouth."
"Humph," grunted Billingham as
he stooped and stirred the logs on the
hearth to a brighter flame. "Who else
is coming? Any more Americans?
A little leaven will lighten the whole
loaf, you know."
"I depend upon Miriam," said Mrs.
Billingham, "for my leaven. Oh, yes,
and that bird-of-passage, your nephew,
John Churchill. T'm sure John's dem-
ocratic and American enough to leaven
a whole bakery ! He's promised to
come. But a message at any moment
saying he's off to South Africa or the
North Pole would not surprise mt.
He's as nomadic as the Wandering
Jew. Did you ever see so restless a
soul? John always impresses me as a
man searching frantically for some-
thing he never finds and can't be happy
without. Like Sir Galahad and the
Holy Grail, you know. I never knew
a man who had had more attractive
heiresses thrown at his head than John
has. And he's as indifferent to them
as a graven image. He doesn't seem
to care for anything on earth but his
old electrical inventions. Sir Henry
Van Wick will be here, too."
"Great Scott ! Another titled Eng-
lishman, and with my liver in the anae-
mic condition it's in now?"
"And the French Minister."
"He's the fellow who looks as if
he ought to have been born in the
days of frilled shirt bosoms and pow-
dered wigs. And who else?"
"And his young wife. You're sure
to like her, Wentworth. And then
there's young McVeigh — he has just
published those clever stories of Paris-
ian-Bohemian life that have made such
a hit, you know. He's my lion. The
only one in the literary menagerie I've
been able to get hold of. He doesn't
look like a celebrity at all. In fact, in
America, you'd probably pick him out
as a clerk at the ribbon counter. And
Mrs. Hemminger will be here. She's
the widow of the Secretary of Some-
thing-or-other. I asked her because
she is an aunt of Lord Ainsley. She
lias just emerged from crepe to helio-
trope chiffon, and is awfully blue-
stockingy and intellectual."
"It's all right for a woman to be in-
tellectual," struck in the colonel, "if
she didn't always look it so confound-
edly, von know. Whv can't a woman
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be intellectual and frizz her hair?"
he added.
"Is it a conundrum, Colonel?'" came
the laughing query of a tall, superbly
formed girl, who came toward them
across the long room, having handed
her wraps to a maid in the hall.
She walked with a peculiarly grace-
ful undulating movement, trailing her
long draperies with a silken swish be-
hind her.
"Is it a conundrum, Colonel?" she
laughed, with a flash of white teeth
and a pretty upraising of her straight
brows. She was a striking looking
girl, Gibsonesque in her contours, and
with a vivid coloring that suggested
tropical skies. You wondered how she
came by it ; till you knew that her
mother was of Spanish-American
birth.
"By George ! They have to import
this sort of thing over here," said
Billingham to his inmost soul. "Beauty
like that isn't indigenous to the soil of
the foggy little island."
* * * * * * *
A half hour later, Mrs. Billingham,
taking her seat at the long table, cast
an approving eye down its shining
length. Though she was apparently
engaged in animated conversation
with the French Minister, who sat on
her left, her all-seeing eye took in the
smallest detail of the perfectly ap-
pointed table. And in her inmost soul
she sang a paean of praise to her price-
less chef. She wished she might take
him home with her to that dear "land
of the free," where they have a hun-
dred religions and only one gravy.
Out of the corner of her eye she watch-
ed Billingham tuck his napkin into
the top button-hole of his waistcoat in
that maddening way that always pro-
claimed his early Western environment
and gave her inward qualms.
Mrs. Billingham was an undoubted
genius in the rare art of getting the
right people together. They had all
met before except John Churchill, who
had run the gamut of introduction in
the drawing room. There was no em-
barrassing pause as they took their
places at table and broke into a low
murmur of perfectly-at-ease conversa-
tion.
Miriam Turner's low ripple of
laughter at a bon mot of young Mc-
Veigh, who sat on her left, was like
the soft throat-note of a thrush. She
had known and liked him first when
he was merely an impecunious reporter
on one of the big dailies. And now
that he had waked and found him-
self famous in a small way, the spirit
of camaradarie was none the less pro-
nounced between them.
The din of the down-town Babylon
was muffled and afar off. Through the
long French windows came the odor
of mignonette from the tiny garden.
The rumble of cabs over the asphalt
and the sound of a passing band which
brayed out "God Save the Queen" came
softened by the distance. The candles
flared under their ruffled shades. The
sharp-visaged wife of the defunct Sec-
retary, who wore her hair pushed
straight back from a high, intellectual
forehead, was well launched on her
latest hobby and prosing on peacefully
when Sir Henry Van Wick was heard
contending amiably with Churchill.
"But I didn't suppose any one really
believed in elective affinities any more
in this enlightened day and genera-
tion. I supposed that went out with
crinolines, and powder, and patches,
and periwigs, you know."
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"What has John been saying?"
laughed Mrs. Billingham, not catching
the remark which had roused Sir Hen-
ry's spirit of controversy.
"John always has such debatable
theories. They form part of his uni-
que charm."
She favored Sir Henry with that
madonna smile of hers.
"Mr. Churchill affirms his unshaken
belief in the outre theory of the uni-
versal working of the principle of af-
finity."
Sir Henry hid a cynical smile behind
his raised napkin.
"Seems to me that's as out of date
as a discussion as to who wrote the
Letters of Junius or on which side of
Whitehall Charles the First was be-
headed," beamed the French Minister,
who was given to paying closer atten-
tion to the menu than to the exchange
of conversational small change.
"Oh, I say, isn't that theory a trifle
passe, you know," drawled Lord Ains-
ley, with his strident little cackle of
a laugh.
Churchill's dark eyes shot a quick
glance across the table at the little
Englishman and the American girl,
his fiancee, who sat next him. Her
heavy-lidded eyes were hidden under
the dark sweep of her long lashes.
"Are the principles that underlie all
science and the immutable laws of na-
ture ever passe f" asked Churchill
dryly.
Lord Ainsley adjusted his monocle
and gazed vaguely into space. Then
he turned upon the severe-looking
young man a smile that was childlike
and bland. These aggressive Ameri-
cans were always so frightfully in
earnest.
"Really, you have me there, you
know" — he lisped, and turned undi-
vided attention to his dinner.
"I supposed those laws acted only
upon chemical atoms and molecules,"
vouchsafed the intellectual widow,
beaming amiably through her pince
nez and scenting a battle afar, after
the manner of the traditional war-
horse. She liked young Churchill.
John was certainly a noticeable man,
swarthy as a Spaniard and distingue
in appearance. He had a tempera-
ment too imperious for modern social
life, and he never scrupled to yield to
its influence. He was wholly original
and unconventional in his views, and,
with no special contempt for the tenets
of social morality, he had a way of
snapping his fingers and shrugging his
shoulders at conventionalities that dis-
tinguished him from most men. He
had a few theories that were peculiarly
his own. Born in an earlier age of
the world he might have made either
a brigand or a martyr. He was dis-
tinctly alive to his finger tips, and not
in the least that deplorable spectacle,
a blase young man. But always,
through the veneer and polish of mod-
ern social luxurious life, shone the
strong, marked personality of the man
pure and simple. There coursed no
milk-and-water in John's veins. Those
deep-marked lines about the corners of
his handsome mouth bespoke both ten-
derness and strength.
"Perhaps John made the remark in
the same spirit which prompted young
Emmerson to propose to Miss Van
Flint" — laughed Mrs. Billingham,
nibbling daintily at her ice. "You
know he says that the reason was be-
cause he couldn't think of anything
else to say, and the silence was becom-
ing appalling."
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When the laugh which followed had
subsided, Churchill, who sat twisting
the stem of his wine glass between his
thumb and finger, shot a strange look,
alert and watchful, across the table at
the American girl opposite him. Her
eyes were lowered and she was ner-
vously fingering the violets which lay
beside her plate.
"Yes," said Churchill, still with that
fixed look on his thoughtful face —
"yes, I certainly have an unshaken be-
lief in the theory of elective affinities.
Possibly because a strange little inci-
dent in my own life cemented the be-
lief."
"Oh, how perfectly delightful !"
gushed the petite, vivacious wife of
the French Minister, bringing the full
battery of her dimples into play.
"You're going to give us the story,
aren't you, Mr. Churchill?"
"And that at last accounts for John's
declining to become a Benedict!" ejac-
ulated Mrs. Billingham. "He has been
waiting all these years for his affinity."
Her voice had a touch of amused
incredulity. John was really her fav-
orite nephew and she had always won-
dered how he would bear up under
matrimonial trials.
"And you never found her, John?"
she asked, her eyes shining with mirth.
"Yes, I found her," said Churchill.
His dark saturnine face flushed. All
eyes were turned toward him as he
leaned back in his chair, one hand still
twirling his wine glass.
"'Tis better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all," quoted
Sir Henry inanely, in an abortive at-
tempt to dispell the vague, indefinable
impression that the situation was por-
tentous.
"It was on one of the Italian lakes,"
said Churchill, in his soft, low-pitched
voice. His expression was retrospec-
tive, and he seemed looking into a long
vista of the past. The American girl
leaned forward to pin the violets in
her gown and her fingers trembled
nervously.
"The night was divine," went on
Churchill. "A harvest moon sailed in
a sky as clear and translucent as only
an Italian sky can be. I had been
drifting about in a small row-boat for
hours, basking in the moonlight, and
had taken up the oars to row ashore.
Just ahead of me a flight of stone steps
ran from the water's edge up to a vine-
covered villa on the shore. A tall, slen-
der girl in a white gown stood, balanc-
ing herself in a small boat a few feet
from shore. She had an oar in her
hand and was trying to turn the boat
about. Some one singing snatches
from II Trovatore on the shore trill-
ed out in a high sweet tenor, 'Non ti
scordar di me.' The girl turned her
head to listen. The heavy oar fell
splashing from her hand. She lurched
forward to recover it and losing her
balance fell with a smothered scream
into the water. I dropped my oars
and sprang in after her. We were
only a few feet from the foot of the
steps, but the water was deep and she
clung about my neck with the sob of a
frightened child."
The girl across the table made a
strange sound in her throat like an in-
drawn breath that chokes down a cry.
She had the frightened look of a trap-
ped bird that struggles to escape the
snare.
"As I struggled up on to the lower
step," went on Churchill, still with that
air of dreamy retrospection — "she still
clung with one bare arm about my
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neck. And in that trance-like moment
and only in that one moment in life
have I — lived. And by a strange and
subtle intuition — vague and indefina-
ble— I know that she too was conscious
that the wind of destiny had swept
us thus together. There are sub-con-
scious moments in life when spirit is
paramount. She is the one woman in
the world whose soul's harmony is
attuned to mine."
Churchill's voice had taken on a pe-
culiar, vibrating quality as of one re-
calling an exquisite memory. His eyes
had never once left the face of the
girl opposite him. She lifted her wine
glass to her lips. With a sudden turn
it fell from her hand, snapped at its
slender base.
"Oh, how unpardonably awkward of
me !" she gasped in a choking voice,
as its contents went in a red splash
upon the cloth.
A servant behind her, leaning for-
ward, quietly took up the broken glass.
"Then you found her only to lose
her?" asked Sir Henry, with his enig-
matical smile. He was secretly hor-
rified in his British conservative soul
at what he considered the escapade of
a young man sowing a flourishing field
of wild oats.
"Only to lose her," said Churchill.
"She slipped from my arms with a
laugh that was more than half a sob
and disappeared like a wraith up those
shadowy steps. Under the olive trees
she paused, looked back, and waved
me a farewell with her white hand.
The notes of that soft-voiced singer
on the shore came clear and soft, fNon
ti scordar di me! Was it my over-
wrought fancy, or did T hear the girl-
ish voice echo the line, I wonder?"
Churchill paused. Though the eves
of all at table were upon him the girl
opposite him, who had slowly lost her
color, kept her heavily fringed lids
lowered.
"Wasn't it on that tour through the
Italian lakes that you met with that
accident to your foot?" asked Mrs.
Billingham as Churchill paused.
"That very night. In springing
from my boat a half hour later I slip-
ped and fell, wrenching my ankle in a
way that kept me a prisoner in my
room for weeks. The first day that
I could painfully hobble out on crutch-
es I made inquiry at the villa. I found
that it was a one-time private resi-
dence converted into a tourists' hotel.
'How should he know to whom the
Signore referred' — asked the gesticula-
ting little landlord with a broad sweep
of his pudgy hands, 'since the Signore
did not know himself the name by
which she was known.' I believe the^
thought me a harmless lunatic, escaped
from my keeper. I haunted the place
for weeks and made untiring inquiry.
Then I started in search of her."
A strange indefinable change had
come over the face of the American
girl, who raised her eyes to her hostess
as if asking permission to go; then
lowered them swiftly again as Church-
ill continued :
"I have always known that I should
some time find her," with an intense
look at the girl across the table, "and
wherever she is, and by whatever claim
another holds her — she is mine."
Even Sir Henry's well-disciplined
old heart gave a little jump under the
thrill in Churchill's voice.
The sparkling eyes of the little
Frenchwoman were shining and aglow
with changing lights like an opal.
The wife of the defunct Secretary
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275
leaned forward excitedly, forgetful of
her theory of molecules and atoms.
Mrs. Billingham was thinking that
she had never before realized what
a handsome fellow John was. He had
more force and empressement of man-
ner than any man she had ever known.
Contrasted to that colorless little Eng-
lishman, he gave her a glowing feeling
of pride in her own countrymen.
"I shall hold out my hand to her,"
said Churchill, "and she will come to
me. By every law of love and life —
she is mine."
The face of the girl across the table,
which had been white to the lips, sud-
denly flushed with a wave of color.
She raised her face and their eyes met.
The look that passed between them
was like a flash of fire.
With a little embarrassed laugh
Mrs. Billingham gave the signal to
rise, and with a soft rustle and swish
of draperies the ladies left the room.
When the men had again taken
their seats in the dining room, and
cigars and liqueurs were passed,
Churchill, who sat leaning back silently
in his chair, turned his head suddenly
and listened. His face was tense with
repressed excitement. Muffled and
soft from the piano in the drawing
room came the tender refrain :
"Non ti scordar di me?'
He got to his feet and tossing aside
his cigar started impulsively for the
drawing room. Then suddenly real-
izing the unconventionality of the ac-
tion turned and came back. With his
elbow on the table he sat listening,
still with that strained, alert look. A
girl's voice, with a peculiarly vibrating
note in its plaintive quality, followed
the accompaniment of the Italian love
song. Clear and sweet it trilled the
familiar refrain. Churchill raised his
head from his hand. His lips parted,
and the smouldering light in his som-
bre eyes leaped into sudden flame.
When they entered the drawing
room, the American girl stood turn-
ing over the loose music on the piano.
Lord Ainsley, with his jaunty little
walk, which bordered upon a swagger,
strolled over and stood beside her.
Churchill, after wandering aimlessly
about the room a moment, stepped out
through one of the high open windows
onto the balcony which overhung the
garden. With his hands clasped be-
hind his head he stood leaning against
a vine-covered pillar in the moonlight.
He was watching the face of the girl
by the piano. Through the high
French window he saw her flush with
sudden color as she slipped a diamond
band from her finger, stammering with
embarrassment broken words of ex-
planation and apology. The ring slip-
ped from her nervous fingers and roll-
ed with glittering scintillations across
the floor. The little Englishman's face
wore a look of blank amazement. He
picked the ring up with a stiff little
bend of his immaculately groomed per-
son and held it out to her. Churchill
could not hear her words, but her face
was a study. She stepped back and
held her hands behind her. Her lips
moved in a singular way. She drew
them in and held her full lower lip
with her teeth.
Lord Ainsley looked as if he were
balancing between the Scylla of doubt
and the Charybdis of horrible certain-
ty. She stepped back and spoke again
chokingly as he offered the ring to
her. He evidently understood then,
beyond a peradventure. He dropped
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the ring into his waistcoat pocket and
took his conge with the same stilted
ceremonious smile with which he
would have accepted an invitation to
dine. He was the sort of fellow who,
if given a deadly stroke in battle,
would have saluted his officer before he
fell.
Like a somnambulist, the girl walk-
ed slowly to the open casement.
Standing there, the moonlight white
on her bare shoulders, she caught her
breath in a quick sob. Churchill,
whose swarthy face was illumined with
a sudden inward light, saw her start,
hesitatingly, toward him. He stepped
forward and held his hands out with
an imperious gesture.
"I have always known that I should
some time find you again. It was writ-
ten," he said, breathlessly. His face
had grown strangely white as she came
straight toward him across the moon-
lit veranda.
"Oh why — were you — so long?" she
half laughed, half sobbed, as he caught
her hands and drew her to him, si-
lencing her lips from further question.
Steel Ship-building in Massachusetts
By Ralph Bergengren
THE proverbial readiness and
energy of American ship-
builders— qualities that in
the War of 18 12 produced
a victorious fleet at hardly more than
a day's notice and for many years de-
layed the growth of the present United
States Navy on the assumption that the
feat could be repeated at will — are il-
lustrated anew in the building up in
less than a year and a half of a new
steel shipyard at Quincy, Massachu-
setts, by the Fore River Ship and
Engine Company, which is already en-
gaged in the construction of two first-
class battle-ships, two torpedo boat
destroyers, a protected cruiser, and the
first seven-masted schooner ever con-
structed, an aggregate of 44,500 tons.
The rapid growth of so great an
enterprise is naturally picturesque.
Its broader interest, however, lies in
the fact that the new yard has re-
established shipbuilding as an impor-
tant Massachusetts industry, provid-
ing the State, almost at a single stroke,
with a shipbuilding plant that is to be
compared only with Cramp's, the New-
port News Company, or the Union
Iron Works of San Francisco; with
one, that is, of the four most important
in the country. Two years ago it was
supposed that shipbuilding was almost
a dead industry in the old Common-
wealth, lingering only in the construc-
tion of an occasional wooden barque
or schooner and in the building in and
about Boston of yachts, small torpedo
boats, a revenue cutter or two, and
the like minor craft. It had become
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practically a thing of the past in its
old haunts at New Bedford, Scituate,
Gloucester, where the first schooner
was launched early in the eighteenth
century, or at Germantown, near the
present Fore River Yard, where in
1789 the Massachusetts, at that time
the largest vessel ever constructed in
America, first took the water.
Various causes had contributed to
this decline. The chief one was the
increased freight charges upon the raw-
material of the wooden ship as deliv-
ered at Boston and nearby ports, which
had first handicapped the industry and
then slowly put Massachusetts ship-
builders— North Shore and South
Shore alike — quite out of all practical
competition with more favored places.
It was at first expected that the same
conditions would affect the building
of steel as well as of wooden vessels,
but steel, it appears, can now be de-
livered in Boston at a cost that in our
modern steel-building age eliminates
all advantages which the rate on wood
had previously given to other locali-
ties.
In answer to these new condi-
tions the Fore River yard has arisen
as by magic, although the new plant,
while equipped with all the essentials
of the work in progress, is still in an
intermediate state between the open
meadow of two years ago and the
final completion of the plans of the
company. Enough, however, has been
done to assemble all its parts and de-
partments in active and effective co-
operation. More interesting still is
the fact that as it comprises an entire-
ly new equipment it is not only the
youngest but in many respects the most
modern and up-to-date of American
shipyards, and as such is attracting
the attention of shipbuilders the world
over.
The plan and operation of the new
yard are naturally an exceptionally
interesting object lesson in the devel-
opment of the ship from wood to steel.
The great trees of the forest, the raw
material of former shipyards, have
been replaced by enormous steel ingots
which a 20-ton hammer pounds into
preliminary condition. The smell of
pine and cedar has been replaced by
that of oil and laboring steel, the sound
of the axe by the reverberation of
metal upon metal, the "gee" and
"haw" that once directed the lazy
movements of slow-footed oxen by
the puffing of a locomotive, and
the buzz of augers by the incisive
whirr of drills biting into steel. Never-
theless, for those who seek romance,
there is the same magic of human ac-
tivity as in the days gone by ; the dif-
ference lies in the increased size of
the ship, in the problems of handling
the masses of metal that must be
pounded, forged, bent, and moulded
to the work of construction ; and in the
control of the great machines, still
man-built and operated, that the mod-
ern shipbuilder has enrolled like so
many captive Titans to do his hauling,
lifting, and hammering.
The Fore River yard, whether in
present or in prospective equipment
like all the great plants with which it
has entered into competition, is an ex-
cellent example of the almost human
dexterity with which the man behind
the machine may seem to endow the
machine itself. At the plate yard is a
great crane with a span of 150 feet,
to pick up the plates of steel and carry
them where they are wanted. In the
forge another crane, operated by five
The Water Front.
electric motors controlled by a man
who directs them from a cage sus-
pended from the crane itself, will soon
carry a 75-ton forging straight ahead
from one end of the big building to
another, or diagonally in any direc-
tion— lifting, lowering, turning it end
for end, or tipping it bottom up.
Along the still uncompleted seawall of
the receiving basin the foundations are
being laid for a powerful gantry crane
to be used for carrying boilers or
engines to their exact places in
the ships under construction. This
gantry crane, moving on tracks 50
feet apart at a rate of 500 feet
a minute, promises, indeed, to be
one of the interesting novelties of the
yard, superseding the old fashioned
stationary crane which made it neces-
sary for each ship to be moved to and
fro under it to receive its armor plate,
engines, and other equipment. When
erected the crane will have an eleva-
tion of 108 feet, its arm extending 80
feet beyond the edgfe of the wharf so
as to reach every part of the ship, and
capable of bearing a load of 25 tons
at that distance, or of 75 tons when the
reach is of 50 feet and the heaviest
material — that intended for the centre
of the ship — is being handled. Tipped
upward to an angle of 45 degrees the
arm still serves as a "shears" for set-
ting up military masts or the stacks
of battleships, and then take an up-
right position so that the ship may
pass by. The gantry crane will be the
giant of the yard, but eight other
cranes, hardly less remarkable for the
ingenuity with which they will do
their work, are soon to be added to the
present equipment, by means of which
each of four ships, in process of con-
struction side by side, will have the ex-
clusive service of two cranes capable
of carrying tons of steel as rapidly as
a workman could run.
No less interesting are the big ham-
mer and anvil of the forge, the mech-
anism of which is simply that of the
old fashioned smithy grown so enor-
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mously big that if the force were re-
ceived directly on the ground surface
a single blow of the hammer on the
anvil would make the workmen topple
like so many tin soldiers when a
croquet ball is dropped on the floor of
a play room. The largest hammer,
weighing some 20 tons, and, with the
exception of the Midvale hammer, in
Pennsylvania, which is about the same
feet apart, rest upon independent
granite and solid timber foundations,
so that altogether the effect of the
anvil vibrations is reduced to a mini-
mum. None of this foundation is visi-
ble when one enters the forge house,
a lofty building lit by the fires of a
half dozen furnaces and by the day-
light that struggles dimly through the
smoky windows. The anvil apparent-
Iuilding a Seven Masted Schooner
size, the largest in operation in the
country, rises 30 feet above the anvil,
which in turn extends 20 feet below
the ground and rests finally upon a
ledge of granite which conveniently
underlies the forge house. From
this natural foundation rises a com-
plication of hard pine timbers to a
height of eight feet, supporting a pyra-
mid of seven 30-ton plates of cast iron.
The legs of the hammer frame, 14
ly rests directly upon the ground and
the fall of the hammer upon glowing
steel suggests rather relentless deter-
mination than its own great weight.
The actual blow may range, moreover,
from a mere touch to the impact given
by 20 tons of metal dropping nine
feet and further aided by steam pres-
sure at 100 pounds to the inch.
In systematizing its work Fore
River follows the plan adopted by the
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United States Navy Department,
separating the vessel in process of con-
struction into ''hull" and "machinery,"
although the whole plant, including for
convenience seventeen distinct depart-
ments, can be called upon for service
by either the superintendent of hulls
or the superintendent of machinery,
both of whom are under the general
manager and general superintendent
of the yard. The hull division is con-
chinery to the required size. It then
passes through a planer which smooths
the edges and trims them to the nicety
of proportion necessary to make a
watertight joint between connecting
plates. Then the plate goes to another
building where it passes under a heavy
roll of steel that bends it to the curve
of the part of the ship that it is to
cover, following a wooden pattern al-
ready constructed from the lines laid
Forge and Annealing Plant
cerned with the plates, frames, and
general construction of the ship, and
the machinery division with the
engines, boilers, and other machinery ;
the one, it might be said, prepares the
body, the other the vital forces, of the
ship. The progress of a plate from
its arrival at the yard to its final place
on the side of a ship illustrates very
well this division of labor and detail
in modern ship construction. This
plate is first "pickled" to remove dust
and dirt, and then cut by special ma-
down in the mould loft. If it is destined
to become part of the bow or stern it
must be made pliable by heat and
beaten with sledges until it attains the
proper shape. When it has roughly
achieved this shaping it is reheated and
again beaten until the surface is per-
fectly smooth and regular and the plate
itself is ready to be riveted on, when
the car of a small gravity road carries
it to the ship's side.
The machinery department receives
its raw material not in plates but in
The Forge
steel ingots, castings, rods, tubings,
and the many other forms of material
that are to be transformed into en-
gines, cranks, shafts, and other ma-
chinery. This material must pass
through the forge, where the ingot
loses its identity and assumes roughly
its final shape, and from there to the
machine shop, in which the largest
lathes are capable of handling a ioo-
foot shaft, and where, in the case of
tne 55-foot pieces required by the
battleships now building, a five and
one half inch tool bites its way from
one end of the solid steel shaft to the
other. From the machine shop the
shaft goes to the annealing plant,
where it is first heated in a 52-foot
vertical furnace and then transferred
to an oil bath of similar proportions.
Then it is ready to undergo the gov-
ernment test, which requires that a
square inch of the metal, so ductile
that a test bar from it can be bent
almost double on a short radius, must
be able to resist a pulling force equiv-
alent to a suspended weight of 95,000
pounds.
Under the machine shop, which
stands on the seawall, an open sub-
way is in process of construction that
is intended to cooperate with the gan-
try crane in transporting machinery
from shop to ship. The usual prac-
tice has first been to set up an engine,
for example, in the shop, and then,
the engine having been pronounced
perfect, to take it to pieces and set it
up again, like a great puzzle, in the
ship itself. Crane and subway will in
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a great measure obviate this necessity.
An ordinary engine, set up and tested
in the shop, will be lowered through a
trap into a flat car in the subway and
so moved outside the building to the
crane. The crane will pick it up
bodily, carry it along the wall to the
ship, and there gently lower it into its
resting place.
All these activities, of course, re-
quire their motive power, and it is not
surprising in our electrical age and in
so new a plant to find that electricity
almost entirely supplies this need. An
aggregate of 1400 horse power is dis-
tributed from the power house to the
yard by over one hundred motors.
Nearly every machine, including the
three 116-foot lathes already men-
tioned as unique in the manufacturing
plants of the United States, has its
own motor, so that the absence of belts
and steam jets is one of the essential
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evidences of the difference between the
modern shipyard and the shipyard of
even ten years ago, not to speak of
fifty or a hundred. All riveting, how-
ever, is done by pneumatic power, and
for this purpose compressed air at 100
pounds pressure to the square inch is
carried all over the yard, some
eighty acres in area — much as the
water companies of the modern city
convey water to each separate house.
Electricity is supplied to the floating
machine shop, an idea suggested by
the Vulcan which the government
fitted out during the Spanish War for
the purpose of repairing navy vessels
in active service. As practically em-
ployed, however, it is to be reckoned
as still another of the mechanical nov-
elties which make the new yard so
notable an expression of Yankee
energy. Unlike the Vulcan, the float-
ing shop is intended for economy
Building Berths
rather than emergency, and is prac-
tically a complete workshop that may
be moored beside a vessel undergoing'
repairs, thus not only providing for a
greater number of vessels but moving
an entire repair outfit to the spot where
its services are most immediately re-
quired and can be most economically
employed.
The working force of the yard, it is
estimated, will eventually number
about three thousand men. The set-
tlement now includes about half that
number, and it is interesting to know,
in view of the expected growth of the
colony, that the company officials, not
as a corporation, but as individuals,
have bought an old estate which will
be sold in lots to the workmen. The
shipworkers, machinists, pattern mak-
ers, woodworkers, blacksmiths, labor-
ers and seamen, draughtsmen, paint-
ers and foundrymen may themselves
buy stock in this experiment, which is
not a speculation but intended rather
to be a form of loan and building asso-
ciation with capital already provided.
It has already been said that the
Fore River yard has been busy devel-
oping its own resources at the same
time that it is busy with government
and other contracts amounting in the
aggregate to about $9,000,000, and in-
cluding two of the most important
vessels in the United States Navy, the
great battleships New Jersey and
Rhode Island. The question arises
naturally, how could the newest ship-
building plant in the country have ob-
tained such contracts in competition
with her long established rivals? The
answer might, indeed, be said to lie
partly in the ledge of Quincy granite
that outcrops so fortunately under the
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Turning a Crank Shaft
great anvil of the forge, but it is more
exact to attribute it, first to the plans
outlined for the erection and carrying
on of the plant; second to the posses-
sion of resources sufficient to insure
the probable success of the plans ; and
finally to the excellence of the site as
a whole, which is remarkably adapted
to the purposes of shipbuilding.
Originally it was a big meadow sepa-
rated from the ocean by a beach of
hard pan gravel and intersected by a
small river, the Weymouth Fore River,
whence the Company takes its name,
and a tributary creek. The nature of
the beach has made it possible to lay
down the granite and concrete ship
ways for the big battleships without
the customary use of piles, and the
water which it skirts leads directly and
immediately to the deep water of Bos-
ton Harbor, while creek and river are
well adapted for the building of
smaller craft. In addition to the gran-
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ite ledge that, as already pointed out,
seemed placed on purpose for the
forge, there was a natural soft bottom
for the outfitting basin, and the
famous Quincy granite for founda-
tions and seawall was within easy
teaming distance. The spot itself
is only two miles from the centre of
Quincy, — still remembering its two
sons, John and John Quincy Adams,
who became Presidents of the United
States, but nowadays taking on more
and more the character of a bustling
centre of business and manufactur-
ing— and is within the limits of met-
ropolitan Boston. Being new-born,
moreover, the Company has no accu-
mulation of old and only partly ser-
viceable machinery for which to make
allowance in its contracts and prom-
ises, and could plan for its equipment
without reservations ; that is to say,
it could look forward to quick, eco-
nomical and efficient construction on a
The Twenty Ton Hammer
basis of completely modern mechan-
ism. The plant was hardly more than
planned when the Company entered
its bids for Government work, and was
so well under way when the govern-
ment experts were sent to investigate
it, they were able to report that first-
class battleships could be constructed
at the new Massachusetts yard as well,
and perhaps more economically, than
at any other.
Aside from purely commercial
reasons, the revival of Massachusetts
shipbuilding, signalized by the erec-
tion of this new shipyard at the south-
ernmost inlet of Boston Harbor, is of
more than local, or even sectional, in-
terest. Not only is it a very large
straw among the many now blowing
toward a re-awakening of American
maritime endeavor, but it continues the
industry in Massachusetts in a straight
line of descent from so long ago as
1 63 1, when the Blessing of the Bay
was built in Medford. The poorness
of the soil and the absence of precious
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minerals and metals were doubtless the
determining forces that almost im-
mediately turned the early colonists to
fishing and navigation, and it is a
curious coincidence that this first ves-
sel was launched on July 4th, just 145
years before that date received its per-
manent importance in American his-
tory. Ten years later, in 1641, Ed-
ward Bangs launched at Plymouth the
autumn of 1625 on a trading voyage
to the Kennebec River. At the mouth
of the Kennebec itself was built in
1607 — that is, even before the landing
of the Pilgrims at Plymouth — a "fair
pinnace of 30 tons," named the Vir-
ginia, the first New England built
craft. She was big enough to have
crossed the Atlantic. Of the smaller
vessels of that period there remains,
The Fore River Beach
bark, of some 40 or 50 tons, which
was recorded as being the "first ves-
sel of size" built in the colony, and
was estimated to cost £200 — perhaps
$5,000 today. Of smaller boats, the
record has practically vanished. In
1624, however, it is known that a sloop
carpenter came over to Plymouth, dy-
ing soon after, but not until he had
built at least two shallops, one of
which, laden with corn, sailed in the
as just said, hardly any definite des-
cription, but we know from the old
records that coasting, fishing and
trading were increasingly important
industries, and that shallops, sloops,
pinnaces, barks, and ketches were
built and navigated, although it would
be difficult to reconstruct the exact de-
tails of masts, spars, sails or rigging.
The history of Massachusetts ship-
building, though the first vessel must
The Bow of the Des Moines
be credited to the shores of the Ken-
nebec— which, after all, was at least
nominally a Massachusetts river —
contains also several events that were
the first of their kind in the larger his-
tory of the whole nation. Thus, in
1645, tne "Rainbowe" commanded by
one Captain Smith sailed out of Bos-
ton for Madeira, and on her way back
touched on the coast of Guinea for
slaves. The venture involved a false
pretense of quarrel with the natives,
a murderous attack upon them, and
two slaves as a part of the cargo of the
returned "Rainbowe," which accord-
ingly is recorded as the first American
craft engaged in the slave traffic. It
-is interesting to know, however, that
Boston returned the slaves to their
original home, and only the fact that
the court decided that it had no juris-
diction over Captain Smith's actions
on the African coast saved him from
a conviction for "murder, manstealing,
and Sabbath-breaking." About 1714
the first schooner ever built was
launched at Gloucester. She was a
development of the earlier and now ob-
solete ketch, and tradition still points
out the wharf where she took the
water. The name schooner, suggested
by a bystander who exclaimed, "Oh,
how she scoons!" — an exclamation
that will have meaning to anyone who
remembers that peculiar motion of a
flat pebble skipped or "scooned," over
the surface of a large body of water —
was perhaps intended first as an- in-
dividual designation, but the craft was
of a new type, and the name soon
gained its present significance. The
Great Republic, in her time the largest
sailing vessel in the world, must be
mentioned as another noteworthy pro-
duct of Massachusetts ship-building,
and the new seven master, now build-
ing at Fore River, looks back to both
of these achievements in that she will
be the first seven masted schooner and
the largest of all contemporary sailing
craft, competing in size, not only with
the old-school square rigger, but with
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the modern ocean steam ship. The
first water line model, invented
in 1794 by Mr. Orlando B. Merrill, of
Belleville, now a part of Newburyporl,
belongs also to the above category, and
was an important step from the eigh-
teenth to the nineteenth century yard,
as at Fore River, where practically
every problem is worked out in the
preliminary models of which this is the
first recorded instance. In the old
yard which produced the host of
wooden vessels, sloops, schooners,
pinkeys, pinnaces, brigs, Chebacco
boats, jiggers and all the others that
made possible the merchantmen,
whalers, slavers, pirates and ships of
war that figure so picturesquely in the
annals of the eighteenth century, the
master workman, it will be remem-
bered, lined out each piece to fit its
final place in the ship. The stem and
stern posts were first set up and the
workmen began amidships, working
fore and aft as the timbers were filled
in. The broad axe, whipsaw, adze,
and pod auger were the tools and
wooden tree nails — "trunnels" as they
288
were, and are pronounced — were the
means of fastening the ship together.
There is an amusing tradition, which
well illustrates the general distribution
of old time shipbuilding, that the first
Chebacco boat, a craft once much used
in the New England fisheries, was built
in a barn and could only be launched
after the absentminded builder had re-
moved part of the roof and walls. The
story shows also the custom of build-
ing these earlier and smaller craft
often a mile or more from water, and
then mounting them on wheels to drag
them to the place of launching. This
condition naturally disappeared rapid-
ly with the increase in the size of sail-
ing vessels, dating from the early nine-
teenth century. The growth of the
schooner is the most concrete example
of this increase in size, continuing to
mount but two masts until well into
the nineteenth century, and now, at the
beginning of the twentieth, about to
appear, in this great Fore River craft,
with seven masts and 43,000 square
feet of sail area and to extend one
hundred feet bevond the cruiser Des
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289
Moines building alongside. Not only
that, but in her the schooner is appar-
ently entered definitely in the class of
steel constructed vessels, with battle-
ships and ocean steamers. Indeed, if
a craft is to survive, it is almost a case
of steel or nothing nowadays, although
less than three-quarters of a century
ago, the chief architect of one of the
English yards exclaimed indignantly,
"Don't talk to me about iron ships ; it's
contrary to nature !" — a statement on
which the seventy-five acres at Fore
River are in many ways the most inter-
esting because the most purely modern
commentary.
The Regeneration of Young Hawley
By Neill Sheridan
SHE came to Manila with the
first consignment of Red Cross
nurses, as the correspondent of
an American newspaper, and in
one day she drove her calesa up and
down the Luneta through the golden
dusk, and over the hearts of the whole
mess of the First Volunteer Infantry.
She was young, small, and not beauti-
ful. She had no color at all. Her figure
owed so much to art, the Red Cross
nurses said — though that might have
been envy — that the little nature had
done was overlooked in the total re-
sult altogether. But her gowns, sheer
white for the most part, were per-
fect after their kind, her green eyes
were the large eyes men fall into and
drown, and her smile the revelation of
unutterable things. And although she
was young, as years went, she had been
born old in that measureless guile that
comes from the serpent.
She had all the officers of the trans-
port that brought her across the Pacific
at outs before the boat reached Hono-
lulu, and all the women on board hated
her with perfect ferocity. The mess
of the First called upon her, and went
down to a man. Even the Adjutant,
who had a dragon and some well-
grown nestlings at home, quartered at
the Presidio, and who was regarded
as proof, struck his colors and took
her for a ride on one of the regimental
Tagalog ponies out beyond the Pasay
cross-road. That was the scene of
his gallant action during the siege of
Manila.
But the worst hit were the Major-
doctor and young Hawley. That was
plain from the first. And she was im-
partial. Also, she rode and drove, at
odd times, with naval officers from the
fleet, and she was not averse to re-
ceiving, now and again, a private who
came well recommended. There were
the sons of millionaires in the ranks f
the First, and Lydia Fairish could gild
brass buttons and a plain blue coat
with paternal gold as well as another.
More than that, she was a young
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woman who had not been born with
any illusions, which are apt to be
troublesome things to an enterprising
spirit.
Miss Fairish rode out with the
Major-doctor in the morning, and even
went one day to the smallpox hospital
with him, upon the plea that she
wanted to get a story for her paper.
The Colonel raved when he heard
about it, and the whole mess sent the
Major-doctor to Coventry and the
brandy bottle for daring to risk her
life — but Miss Fairish came to dinner
at the mess that night, and laughed at
the Colonel and sent glances from her
soft eyes so straight into the heart of
every man there that not one of them
but would have jumped off the balcony
into the Pasig, and taken her with
him if she had ordered it. Each man
reprobated not the less the conduct of
the Major-doctor. Moreover, he had
a wife and a family of small children
at home, as every man there knew.
It befell, therefore, that Miss Fair-
ish presently heard all about the do-
mestic concerns of the Major-doctor,
with the result that she made not the
slightest difference in her treatment
of him. It was at this juncture one
of the Red Cross nurses said that she
had been born wicked as well as wise.
Women are malicious, but that seems
to be the usual human combination.
But if the Major-doctor found favor
in the morning, young Hawley found
favor and also a seat in her calesa when
she drove on the Luneta in the tropic
dusk. The Spanish women, disdain-
ful of their conquerors, were driven
there in the dusk also by liveried
coachmen, but if one of them deigned
a glance at the bold young woman who
outraged the proprieties by sitting be-
side a man and herself trying the paces
of her fast pony, Miss Fairish never
knew it.
"The poor things must have a stupid
time of it," she said to young Haw-
ley, flicking her pony, and that youth
would have laid his whole prospect
of the paternal millions at her feet if
she had let him. No man knows how,
but a girl not yet out of her teens can
keep a lover skating along the thin
edge of a proposal for months, and not
let him break through. Miss Fairish
was a long way out of her teens, and
also she had been born wise.
Now it chanced that young Haw-
ley had also some domestic responsi-
bilities at home. The story was told in
various ways. Miss Fairish soon
heard it, in all its variety, as she heard
most things — and she let it make not
the slightest difference in her treat-
ment of young Hawley. That inno-
cent youth never really knew how wise
she was. There is a strong re-
pressive force about the woman men
know to have claws, even though she
keeps them in sheath.
The larger portion of the mess
dropped out after awhile, leaving the
running to the Major-doctor and
young Hawley, with a navy lieutenant
or two whom nobody considered. The
comedy went on, for a couple of
months, to the intense amusement of
the spectators, and to the enjoyment,
as it appeared, of the principals. Her
mornings were given to the Major-
doctor and her afternoons to young
Hawley, with rigid impartiality. The
rivalry became the subject of betting
in the mess, at last. Everything did,
sooner or later. In the meantime
transports were coming and going
across the sea to San Francisco, and
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•91
these ships sometimes carried tales
not of war. It was in September, and
the monsoon was sweeping the black
clouds against the hills that lie close
about the Laguna de Bai, and the hush
of the coming rains was in the air,
when the curtain went up on the last
act.
The First had been relieved from
duty at the Palace of Malacanan, and
removed across the river to the old
barracks of the Spanish Marine In-
fantry. The transport Senator came
up the bay one afternoon, driving a-
head of the monsoon, and the men at
headquarters were counting upon get-
ting their letters at dinnertime. Miss
Fairish dined at the mess that night.
She had no chaperon — but, then, she
needed none. She had made that fact
patent from the first. The letters came
in with the dessert, and the Major-doc-
tor, who had got her seated at his end
of the table and consequently scored
in young Hawley's time (leaving that
youth scowling among the juniors),
was observed to become greatly per-
turbed upon reading one of the mis-
sives brought to him. It was the cus-
tom to read home letters as soon as
they were brought in, at Manila, and
even Miss Fairish had her mail sent
to headquarters that night. The
Major-doctor read his letter, excused
himself hastily, and then went out
and called the Colonel after him.
Young Hawley, smiling once more,
slipped into the doctor's vacant seat,
and the discussion of the home news
became general. The Colonel came
back presently, smiling.
"The Major's family is on board
the Senator," he said.
The whole table smiled. Young
Hawley fairlv beamed, but he said
nothing. The lad was a thorough-
bred.
"Flow pleasant for him," Miss Fair-
ish said, and every man there saw that
she honestly meant it. Also, it began
to dawn upon the dullest, even, that
her hand was visible in this thing. The
expression on young Hawley's face
was cherubic. The Major-doctor
rejoined the company when they had
adjourned to the Colonel's room, hav-
ing been unable to board the transport
that night, and Miss Fairish went
straight up to him.
"I am so glad, for your sake, Ma-
jor," she said. "You need not be lone-
some now. Will you not let us go on
board with you to-morrow to welcome
them to Manila?"
Young Hawley glared, but the
Major-doctor jumped at it. You have
perhaps observed how frail a straw
sometimes serves the purpose of a
drowning man.
"You should head a delegation from
the mess, Colonel," she went on. "Mr.
Hawdey would be glad to go, I am
sure, and the Adjutant, and Captain
Jones and Mr. Smithers." The elect
testified their delight, and young
Hawley was again in the clouds.
The whole party was on hand next
morning at the office of the Captain of
the Port, where the Government
launches lay, and they were very gay
as they steamed down the Pasig and
out upon the rough waters of the bay —
very gay, all but the Major-doctor.
Gaiety is not in the part when a man
is being led to execution. The Major-
doctor behaved well, on the whole,
but chastened. One would have
thought that the Mrs. Major-doctor
was going to smother Miss Fairish
with the fervor of her embraces. And
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young Hawley stood apart and chewed
his moustache and grinned. That was
in appreciation of his own superior
acumen in fathoming the manner of
the undoing of the Major-doctor.
The Senator had a saloon and state-
rooms between decks, and presently
Miss Fairish, breaking away from the
embraces of the Mrs. Major-doctor
and the narration of the last bit of in-
teresting domestic experience, flut-
tered like a bird down the companion-
way into the saloon, with young Haw-
ley in her train. It was dark in the
saloon, after the tropical sunlight, and
nobody noticed the little woman seated
at the piano, strumming softly, until
Miss Fairish bent over her and kissed
her. Then the little woman arose;
there was a cry, "Oh, John!" and she
had her arms around the neck of young
Hawley. He had to stand and hold
her up. She would have fallen other-
wise. But he looked unutterably fool-
ish ; and he said things, softly.
"Speak to me, John," the little wom-
an said, between laughing and crying.
"You are not angry? The doctor's
wife wanted a nurse, and I had to
come. I could not stay away any
longer.
Young Hawley was not exactly a
brute. He was taken by surprise —
and Miss Fairish was present. Mat-
ters adjusted themselves after a little.
There were three women and three
children in the launch that took the
party back to the city, but neither the
Major-doctor nor young Hawley so
much as looked at Miss Fairish on the
way. There are some things the boldest
men may not venture to do. But she
was dangerously sweet to the other two
women.
The Major-doctor took up separate
quarters at once, and presently ob-
tained his discharge and went home.
Children do not thrive in that climate.
Young Hawley also took up separate
quarters. That was proper. But it
is a curious thing that within a week
neither of those women would speak to
Miss Fairish. They had got on swim-
mingly before that.
She did not seem to mind it in the
least. "I am used to the ingratitude
of my own sex," she said plaintively to
the Colonel. Then she married a navy
lieutenant, and went off with him to the
China station, leaving the First deso-
late. They attended her farewell in a
body, and looked their reproaches.
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(yClSftoYV rJ tl ^jt
Two Foreign Schools and Their
Suggestions
By Daniel S. Sanford
I. ILSENBURG.
WE had devoted the winter
to the study of German
education, had spent
long hours in the class-
room, following recitations of mo-
notonous excellence. We had read
school programmes and
courses of study and
talked with German
teachers until we had
grown weary of the su-
perbly organized Prus-
sian school system and
had come to long for the
variety, the flexibility,
and the uneven results
of our American schools.
A letter written by a
nine-year-old American
boy, who was born in
Florence, struck a re-
sponsive chord in our
hearts. His little life
had been clouded by the
apprehension that he
might die before he The Herr
should see his "native
land," as he expressed it, but
now he was on a visit to his grand-
parents in Pennsylvania. He wrote
to his father, who was still in Europe:
"Dear Papa: I love you very much.
I want you to come over here quick.
This is a good, lively country. I like
freedom. Aunt Mary is teaching me
to sing 'My Country, 'tis of Thee'
Jack."
With somewhat the same craving
for freedom, activity and life, we took
the train one May morning for
the Hartz mountains, intending, so
strong was the sense of duty within
us, to visit still another
school, at Ilsenburg, of
which we had heard
strange rumors. "Eine
idealische Schule," re-
marked a Berlin teacher
to me, with a shrug of
his shoulders that be-
tokened at once amuse-
ment and disdain.
Ilsenburg is charm-
ingly situated in the
midst of the Hartz
mountains, with the
Brocken full in view. A
red-tiled roof, appearing
among the trees a mile
and a half from the vil-
lage, was pointed out to
us as our destination.
Our road took us along
the side of a mountain brook, the Use,
which was fringed with willows and
hundreds of growing things. All nature
throbbed with the fulness of life. We
had left huge piles of brick and mortar,
veritable prison houses reared in the
name of education. We had inspected
armies of well drilled, super-obedient
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At Work in the Garden
schoolboys, from whom every vestige
of spontaneity had been eliminated.
Another chapter of the same sort on
such a clay and amid such surround-
ings would have ill suited our mood.
But no such disappointment awaited
us. The low-browed farmhouse, emerg-
ing from a wealth of shrubbery, just at
the point where the Use tumbles over
a ledge of rock, seemed a part of the
landscape itself. Certainly this was
no prison. The Herr Director, who,
hatless and in bicycle costume, met
us at the gate, gave no suggestion of
the traditional German pedagogue ;
and the boys, full of life and animal
spirits, and yet all at work construc-
tively and in ways that somehow
seemed singularly in keeping with the
spirit of the place and season, were a
still more gratifying surprise. The
first that we noticed were in the gar-
den, all busily employed, now hoeing
between the rows of vegetables, now
on their knees pulling the weeds by
hand. Like the director, they were
in easy dress, some had even pulled
off their shirts and were browning
their little backs in the warm sun-
shine. In a neighboring thicket, two
were cutting pea brush, and beyond,
there were others sawing into proper
lengths, and sharpening, posts for a
fence which they were building. The
teachers worked side by side with the
boys, but the animating spirit of them
all was the director, who passed from
group to group, and caught up hoe or
spade or saw, to illustrate practically
how the work should be done.
Not a great privilege, some one
may be prompted to say, to weed a
garden and build a fence, and not in
the highest degree educational. That
depends entirely upon the purpose
with which it is done, and the relation
that such work bears to the general
scheme of education. Gardening and
farming, which we soon found played
so important a role in the life of the
school, have at least these merits,
they provide a variety of occupation,
changing with the. seasons, and are in
themselves helpful and interesting;
they take the child out of doors and
relate him to the soil, the sky, animal
and vegetable life, and familiarize him
with the processes of nature as no lab-
oratory course indoors, however skil-
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TWO FOREIGN SCHOOLS AND THEIR SUGGESTIONS
295
fully devised, can possibly do. There
is a lingering impression in the minds
of not a few persons with whom I am
acquainted, that the New England
farm of their youth was the best edu-
cational institution that America has
known, affording opportunities which
are scarcely duplicated by the most
carefully planned courses in manual
training of our urban schools.
However that may be, it took us
but a few minutes to discover that we
were in the domain of an idealist, and
that the most prosaic pursuits were in
his philosophy of education freighted
with far reaching consequences. The
open drain at the back of the house,
which one of the young shirtless cit-
izens was cleaning out, not as a
Cleaning a Drain
meaningless task, but as his contribu-
tion to the health of the school com-
munity, was made to suggest such
important topics as the great sanitary
problems of city life. The factory
which we had passed on the way to
the school and from which come the
manual training instructors, furnishes
an object lesson for the study of man-
ufacturing processes and of industrial
conditions. In other words, the con-
ception of the school as a social and
a socializing institution, where all are
learning to work constructively, is a
fundamental principle in the policy of
this progressive schoolmaster. All
this we discovered before the day was
over, and it saved us from condemn-
Shaping Fence Posts
ing much that might otherwise have
seemed trivial and worthless.
Let me return to our first impres-
sion. Given the freedom of the place,
we continued our walk and at every
step made new discoveries. Across
the street, on a knoll beneath the
trees, was a group sketching from
nature. In the yard, an arithmetic
class was estimating the cost of paint-
ing the house by computing its super-
ficial area. Two of the boys had al-
ready begun the painting. In the
shops, hard by, still others were busily
employed, not slavishly following a
prescribed course, but making such
articles as a boy delights in, — sleds, a
case for books, a mineral cabinet, a
spring board for diving. The general
arraignment of German boys that
they lack initiative cannot be true of
these youngsters.
We entered the schoolrooms, where
there were classes reciting in litera-
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In the Shop
ture, in history, and in English. The
teaching was characterized to an un-
usual degree by ingenuity and fertil-
ity of resource in making direct and
immediate application of what is
taught. Wherever this can be done,
it increases immeasurably the fruitful-
ness of academic instruction. These
boys were not seeing hazy, indistinct
pictures of past events ; they were
dealing with living realities. They
were reenacting in their own experi-
ences, as all imaginative children who
are given a chance will, those epi-
sodes from literature and history
which appealed most powerfully to
them. Contrary to the prevailing cus-
tom in Germany, the modern lan-
guages are taught by native teachers,
an Englishman and a Frenchman be-
ing enrolled among the instructors for
that purpose. Vital interest is added
to these subjects by correspondence
with schools in France and England,
and by vacation visits to those coun-
tries. A reciprocal relationship is
maintained with an English school of
the same sort, Abbotsholme, with
which they exchange not merely let-
ters, but at certain seasons of the
year, teachers and visits.
More feasible and indeed quite prac-
ticable for American schools would
be the excursions, lasting from two
days to a fortnight, which are an es-
tablished custom at Ilsenburg and in
many German schools. I know noth-
ing which yields a richer return in
realistic and practical knowledge of
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A Class in Surveying at Bedales
every sort- — scientific, historical, so-
ciological and industrial, — and, I may
add, in sympathy and good comrade-
ship between the teacher and the
taught than these trips on foot and
by bicycle to different places of
interest.
Time will not permit me to describe
at length all the incidents of that day
at Ilsenburg — the swim in the river,
the supper under the trees where we
all sat down together, boys and teach-
ers and guests, the free time after
supper, an hour for recreation which
the boys rilled with bicycling, games
and gymnastic practice, and finally,
the twilight hour of evensong, a most
fitting close for a busy day.
As might naturally be expected,
music fills an important place in the
school. One of the large boys played
the violin while we were at supper.
This is a common practice, we were
told. Had we been in the house,
there would have been the accompani-
ment of a piano. Frequently some
one is appointed to read an interest-
ing book at meal time. Reading aloud
is not a lost art in this school, and its
practice by one for the entertainment
of the others is a common form of
social service. The systematic pur-
suit of literature in the classroom has
in this way been supplemented by
readings from a wide range of classic
authors.
Not less interesting are the at-
tempts of the director to broaden the
sympathies and increase the social
consciousness of these boys by intro-
ducing them through familiar talks to
many of the unsolved social and
economic problems of the day. I
have already referred to their visits
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to factories. That they are apt pupils
is proved by the questions which they
discuss in their debating club and by
their amusing social experiments in
inviting the servants to their musical
and literary entertainments or to join
them at dinner, and in sharing with
the stone breakers on the road the
contents of their Christmas boxes.
The following quotations from a
report by one of the older boys give
characteristic features of their school
life:
"On Sunday evenings, after supper, dur-
ing the first week of the new year, a re-
view was made of the chief political events
of the year just past, and their signifi-
cance pointed out. For this purpose, Dr.
Lietz drew up a table, giving the chief
facts of a political, economic and social
nature for all the principal countries.
From this review it could be seen that the
year 1898 was of as great importance as
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any belonging to ancient or mediaeval his-
tory."
*'Dr. Lietz thinks it important that all
the boys, at least of the upper classes, shall
each week take a review of the current
political and social happenings in the
world, and to this end, the oldest of the
boys should read the newspapers under
advice and direction."
"In our debates, we attack for the most
part serious political and social questions
of the day, such as, What is the Social
Democracy trying to do and how is it to
be judged by us? How are we to regard
the different political parties in Germany?
The alcohol problem. How is the want
in our great cities to be relieved? What
should be the attitude of the employer of
labor toward the employee? How should
we, as members of the body politic, con-
duct ourselves toward our fellowmen?
Many may wonder that problems of such
a nature should be undertaken by
us, but these debates have certainly had
this result, that they have made us more
serious and thoughtful, wiser, more sym-
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pathetic in our attitude toward our fellow-
men, less controlled by party watchwords,
more independent in our thinking."
"But we try to be practical as well as
theoretical. As from the beginning we
have invited the servants to our evening
service in the chapel, so we finally decided
to ask them to sit down with us to our
common meal. In this way they could
share with us the advantage of the music
during supper and the readings during
dinner. Our next step was to carry our
social politics into the garden by giving
work to the beggars and tramps who came
along, and these in return set us an ex-
ample all day long of diligence and hard
work and we came to realize that we had
here to deal with real human beings, after
all. From the proceeds of our collections
on Sunday evening, we have saved fifty
marks for the support during illness or
need of some Ilsenburg workman."
II. BEDALES.
"We can imagine a school in the coun-
try where hardihood of life can be culti-
vated amid fresh air, open windows and
cold water, where life is simple and
varied and the evils of excessive subdivi-
sion of labor are avoided."
"We can imagine a school where the
masters lead a common life with the boys,
dressed like them for practical activity in
the field, . . . working at gardening or
ploughing, directing the boys at work with
them; where the child is not isolated from
the society of adults out of lesson time,
and where adults find a real and not a
pretence or toy occupation in utilizing the
child's force as far as it goes in work
which is useful for the establishment. We
can imagine that time at this school will
. . . consist of interchange of occupation,
continuous but varied, some lighter, some
severer, some taxing muscle, some brain."
"We can imagine that in such a school
there would be established a collective,
corporate life, in which, however juvenile,
each member would learn self-reliance and
individual responsibility . . . and constant
adjustment of the relation of self to other
people. The virtue that here grows up
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Gardening
will not be negative, as of those who are
good because they are constrained to be
good by force external to themselves, but
active virtue, such as springs from having
lived in a society where good lives are
lived and where a good life has been lived,
thanks to the environment of a well or-
ganized community."
These extracts from an article on
Individualism in Education in The
Parents' Review were suggested, as
the author has since confessed, by
Bedales, one of two English schools
which are as unique among English
institutions and as much of a protest
against traditional academic methods
as is Ilsenburg among the German
schools. Like Dr. Lietz's school, it
derives its inspiration from Abbots-
holme, where Mr. J. H. Badley, the
head master, had formerly taught, and
like that, it exemplifies a healthy,
natural development, and a broad,
many-sided, realistic training, in
which books, though not wholly
neglected, play but a subordinate
part. What then are the materia
pedagogica, the instruments of cul-
ture, if books are to be relegated to a
second place? Why, things, actuali-
ties, the results of direct contact with
external nature, and, more important
than this, of intimate association with
cultivated men and women, young
enough and broad enough to feel a
sympathetic interest in all that appeals
most strongly to growing boys and
girls.
One does not look for radical ex-
periments in education in England,
and so, although forewarned, we
Lessons in Milking
were not fully prepared for all that
we found at Bedales. Recall all
that has been said of Ilsenburg,
making of course generous allowance
for the less idealistic, more practical
character of the English mind, sub-
stitute for the forty German boys,
some sixty English lads, more vigor-
ous and enterprising than their Ger-
man cousins, with an inherited fond-
ness for sports and life in the open
air, include girls, freely participating
in the life — the studies, the outdoor
work, the excursions, and many of the
sports of the boys, an extreme form
of co-education ; put in charge of them
a fine-grained, scholarly gentleman,
aided by a corps of assistants, de-
voted men and women who believe
in him and in his educational ideals,
and count no sacrifice of time or
effort too great to be made for the
school's success ; leave out all cram-
ming for examinations and early
specialization for scholarships, the
bane of English schools ; give due
weight in your thought to the refin-
ing influence of woman in this com-
munity, something which is wholly
lacking in Dr. Lietz's school ; and
finally, imagine as the setting for
this somewhat rare combination of
circumstances, a stately English
manor house, commanding far-away
stretches of English landscape, and
surrounded by the greenest of close-
clipped lawns, by boxwood hedges
and fine old trees, and you must admit
that the conditions for such an exper-
iment in education are ideal.
We arrived Saturday afternoon, a
half holiday, while the boys were still
at lunch, and under the guidance of
one of the masters, we visited the dor-
Making Butter
mitories and study rooms, the cricket
field, the bathing pool, the garden, the
shop, and a house which the boys
themselves had made for bicycles,
photography, and natural history
specimens.
At Ilsenburg, the Herr Director
carried his arm in a sling, because of
a fall from his bicycle while touring
with his boys through the Thuringian
forest ; here we found the head master
lying on a couch under the trees, dis-
abled with a twisted knee, the painful
reminder of a recent cricket match.
There could be no better proof that
the authorities of these schools par-
ticipate in the boys' pastimes. In-
capacitated for active work, Mr. Bad-
ley was still the central figure of the
school life. It was interesting to sit
by his side and watch the boys and
girls come and go, all with some word
of greeting from their chief. First,
there passed the natural history en-
thusiasts, with butterfly nets and bot-
any boxes, off for an excursion along
the river; next came the haying squad
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on their way to the farm, to be fol-
lowed by a party of bicyclists, setting
out to visit a Norman church some
miles away. So varied are the inter-
ests which claim the attention of these
boys and girls. And yet it is not a
haphazard election which determines
how the half holiday shall be passed.
All is prearranged by the ever watch-
ful and ever present masters. Hay is
to be made when the sun shines, the
cows to be milked at sundown, butter
to be churned when the cream has
risen, berries to be picked when
they are ripe, and bees to be hived
when they swarm. There are to be
no drones in this human hive. Idle-
ness is not to be tolerated. Even
lolling about the cricket field when
the team is playing is tabooed. The
school motto cut on the fine old man-
tle of the dining-room is, "The work
of each for the weal of all." This
seems to be interpreted literally by
masters and scholars. We were pre-
pared for good comradeship between
English schoolboys and their teach-
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303
ers; we had seen it at Rugby. But
such unremitting consideration as
prevails at Bedales was quite new to
us. "What are your hours?" I asked
one of the masters. "From seven in
the morning until nine at night," was
his rejoinder. "What time do you
have to yourself?" "None whatever,
except after nine P. M."
Seated on the grass by the disabled
head master, I took occasion, before
following the haymakers, to question
him about the school and his educa-
They should become adepts in all
manly sports, sure of hand and foot,
strong of limb and quick of move-
ment, to run, to ride, to swim, win-
ning for themselves that physical en-
durance and courage which will stand
them in good stead later in life.
There should be a wide range of inter-
ests and the freest opportunity for
self-revelation, for the supreme end
during the early stage of the child's
education is to discover, if possible,
his bent, his dominant interest, that
Having
tional theories. "Until fourteen years
of age," said he, "all children, boys
and girls alike, should have a happy,
free development, close to the heart
of mother Nature, from whom they
should learn the secrets of the woods
"and fields, the habits of animals and
of plants, that they may have eyes to
see and ears to hear, and be in sym-
pathetic communion with all life.
They should plant seeds in their own
gardens, and learn to make things
with their hands, that they may share
with omnipotence the joy of creation.
his subsequent training may be
shaped accordingly.
"Books are at first but little used.
Formal instruction should be based
on objects and given orally. So much
of literature or of history as the child
learns should be addressed to the ear
rather than to the eye. The classics
should not be begun too early, Latin
not before a child is twelve years old,
Greek certainly not before he is fif-
teen. After sixteen, he should special-
ize upon some one subject, without
wholly neglecting the rest.
Carpentry
"When his more serious academic
life begins, there is without doubt a
difficult period of transition — that is,
from fourteen to sixteen — when he
must learn the use and value of books.
But this difficulty once surmounted,
he will with strong physique and
well-established habits of observation
and application be able to work
harder and do more than the child
who has been introduced prematurely
to the study of books. He may even
read for honors at the university,
neglecting everything but his chosen
subject, and do it with a minimum
of harm. Indeed it would be a mis-
take to continue the broad, discursive
training at this time, since now hav-
ing acquired a breadth of interest
which will always save him from be-
coming a narrow specialist, it is not
only safe but highly desirable that he
should deepen his education by fol-
lowing his natural aptitude."
"What can you tell me of the
school's discipline?" I asked.
"Discipline should be an appren-
ticeship to liberty. Without a doubt,
the most valuable training that is
given in the school is the training in
self-government. This is provided in
many ways. In the schoolrooms a
3^4
monitor is responsible for the paper
and ink. Certain boys must maintain
order in the dormitories. And in the
farm work, there are still others
whose duty it is to see that there is
no shirking. The dairy and butter-
making are in the hands of three re-
sponsible lads. Furthermore, the
boys manage their sports and exer-
cise no little authority over their
mates. A single incident will illus-
trate this. A squad of youngsters
Searching for Queen Bees
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305
was sent to roll the cricket field.
They shirked and were reported to
the older boys, who decided that the
offenders should devote the entire
half holiday to rolling the field, and
that certain other boys who might
have prevented the shirking should
be caned, and they were caned forth-
with, for the members of the upper
form may whip the younger boys for
their misdeeds, and, although some-
what keen in administering this form
of punishment, they never seriously
abuse their authority."
"But the most unique feature of
your school and the greatest innova-
tion from the English standpoint is
the presence of girls here to whom
you are giving the same training as
the boys."
"Yes," said he, "I believe in co-ed-
ucation. We need the girls. The
school was counted a success before
they came, but we were not satisfied.
I am convinced that ideal conditions
can exist only when boys and girls
are educated together. It is natural
and right that they should be so edu-
cated. Life in our little community is
less abnormal since the girls came.
They save our boys from undue rude-
ness and the girls are themselves the
gainers for the freer life they are lead-
ing. The best of good comradeship
exists between them. Our experi-
ment is only a year old, but thus far it
has been a splendid success."
These were strange sentiments to
come from the lips of an English
schoolmaster. We could not but ad-
mire the courage of the man who in
the face of most deep-seated preju-
dices was determined to follow his
convictions.
In the Studio
— •-'' * ' :
The National Pike and Its Memories
By Rufus Rockwell Wilson
THE coming of the railroad a
generation and a half ago
consigned the National
Pike to the limbo of aban-
doned things ; but for more than fifty
years that now half -forgotten high-
way was the artery along which the
country's life blood of commerce and
travel ran from the East to the West
and back again, its history part and
parcel of that of a dozen states.
Henry Clay has often been called
the father of the National Pike,
and he was its friend from the
beginning; but as a matter of fact its
origin goes far beyond his period.
The proceedings of the convention
which framed the Federal Union
show that the chief objection made by
Maryland, Delaware and some of the
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other smaller states to the adoption
of the proposed Constitution was that
Virginia, which then comprised a vast
territory northwest of the Ohio, if al-
lowed to come in with this immense
area, would at no distant period exer-
cise an overwhelming influence in
national politics. To obviate this ob-
jection Virginia agreed to cede to the
general government its territory
north of the Ohio, with the condition,
among others, that a stated percent-
age of the public lands sold in such
territory should be set apart for the
building of a road through the do-
main for public uses. Out of this
reservation and percentage originated
the National Pike.
One finds no serious opposition to
it in the Congressional debates of the
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307
period; while, on the other hand,
there is a tradition of a speech made
by Congressman Beeson in its behalf,
in which it was demonstrated that the
horseshoes it would wear out would
keep the smithies of the country ring-
ing and that the horseshoe nails it
would require would furnish work for
all the idle population. It is doubt-
ful, however, whether such figures as
these were needed ; for the road be-
came a fixed fact from the time the
cession of the reservation was ac-
cepted, and every appropriation by
Congress in its aid provides that the
money shall be paid out of the fund
which accumulated by reason of this
reservation. The road was, therefore,
practically built, so far as it was built,
from Cumberland to St. Louis, by
Virginia, Congress simply discharg-
ing a trust assumed when the cession
of Virginia's rights in the Northwest
territory was accepted ; and reference
to the source of the fund is found in
every appropriation for its laying out,
making, extension and repair, from
1806 to 1837.
From Baltimore to Cumberland
the road was laid out by Maryland
banks, which were rechartered in
1816 on condition that they should
complete it. In 1806 Congress or-
dered that the road be laid out and
built from Cumberland, Maryland, to
the Ohio River. On the third of
March. 181 1, $50,000 was appropri-
ated to carry the road from Cumber-
land to Brownsville, Pennsylvania.
On the sixth of May, 1812, $30,000
more was appropriated ; and on the
sixteenth of February, $100,000
was voted. From Cumberland to
Uniontown, Pennsylvania, the trend
of the mountains made only one route
possible, but beyond that the line was
a matter of discretion tempered by
political influence, as in the case of
Wellsburg and Wheeling. The route
by way of Wellsburg offered superior
advantages to one by the way of
Wheeling; and Philip Doddridge,
who was then a man of national
prominence, made a strong fight to
secure the passage of the road
through the former town. He was
opposed, however, by Henry Clay,
who had many friends in Wheeling,
and, the Kentuckian's influence prov-
ing the stronger, Doddridge was-
worsted in the fight. It was in token
of this service that Colonel David
Shepherd erected a monument to
Clay, that still stands beside the pike
a few miles east of Wheeling.
From Cumberland to Wheeling the
road was constructed in the most sub-
stantial manner. It was designed to
be thirty feet wide, timber to be cut
sixty feet, and twenty feet to be cov-
ered with stone to a depth of twelve
inches, no stone larger than three
inches being used. The road was first
located by Joseph Kerr and Thomas
Moore, and was built in the main by
Kincaid, Beck & Evans. Its many
bridges were of stone, with carefully
turned arches ; and their present con-
dition attests the thoroughness of the
work on them. The mileposts and
tollgates were of iron, and the toll-
houses, erected every fifteen or twenty
miles, were of uniform size and shape,
angular and durably built. Between
Cumberland and Uniontown they
were all of stone, while those west of
the latter place were of brick. The
road from Cumberland to Wheeling
was finished as originally designed in
December, 1820, but was not macad-
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amized until 1832-36, when the orig-
inal roadbed was taken up and stone
broken very small, not to exceed one
and a half inches, was laid and com-
pactly rolled, making it, length and
location considered, the finest road in
America and one of the finest in the
world.
Years before that, steps had been
taken for its extension from Wheeling
to St. Louis. On the fifteenth of May,
1820, Congress voted $10,000 to sur-
vey the road through Ohio, Indiana
and Illinois ; and on the third of
March, 1825, $150,000 was appropri-
ated to build it from Canton (now
Bridgeport), opposite Wheeling, to
Zanesville on the Muskingum. On
the second of March, 1829, $50,000
was voted to build the road in Indiana,
east and west from Indianapolis to
the boundaries of the state. The fol-
lowing day, $100,000 was appropri-
ated to be spent east of the Ohio
River; and in 1831, a $75,000 appro-
priation was passed for Indiana, and
$66,000 for Illinois. In truth, this was
an era of internal improvement ; legis-
lators vied with one another in intro-
ducing bills into Congress for im-
provements to be carried on in their
districts, and the government's al-
leged extravagance in this respect
became an issue in Presidential can-
vasses. President Monroe was one
of those who took a firm stand against
this growing tendency, and in a state
paper vetoing an annual appropria-
tion for the maintenance of the Na-
tional Road took occasion to deny
the constitutionality of the jurisdic-
tion which the government assumed
over it.
The bill was passed over Monroe's
head, but was not without its later
effects; for in 1836 Congress gladly
accepted an offer from Pennsylvania,
Virginia and Ohio to receive and care
for the portions of the road within
their respective boundaries, and at
the same time sought to induce the
other states interested to make a
similar agreement. Two years before
this it had voted $200,000 for continu-
ing the road in Ohio, $150,000 for
continuing it in Indiana, $100,000 for
Illinois, and treble that amount for
improvements and repairs east of the
Ohio River, ordering that when these
appropriations were expended the
road should be surrendered to the
states through which it passed, ana
not be subject to further expense on
account thereof. This sounds per-
emptory, yet on the third of March,
1835, Ohio got $200,000 more from
Congress for continuing the work
within her limits, Indiana half that
sum, and the section east of the Ohio
River, $346,000, the money to be
withheld until these states accepted
the road and took the burden off the
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309
general government. In spite of the
restriction, the contractors were able
to get all this money before the road
was fully turned over, and three more
appropriations were made by Con-
gress. The one granted on the sec-
ond of July, 1835, gave the Ohio sec-
tion $200,000 and Illinois $150,000.
By that of the third of March, 1837,
Ohio got $190,000, Indiana $100,000,
Illinois $100,000, and the section east
of the Ohio River $183,000; while by
the act of the twentieth of March
some $460,000 was divided in about
equal parts among the several states.
This, however, was the last appropri-
ation made by Congress for the repair
and improvement of the road, the sec-
tion lying between Cumberland and
Wheeling passing into the hands of
the state authorities of Maryland,
Pennsylvania and Virginia, and being
cared for very much as it is to-day.
Maryland has since turned her share
of the road over to the two of her
counties through which it passes,
Allegheny and Garrett; but the
others retain control in their state
governments, except the share of
Virginia, which fell to West Virginia
when the state was divided. Ohio
and Pennsylvania formally accepted
the road from the general govern-
ment in 183 1, and Virginia did the
same two years later. All of these
states provided for commissioners to
take charge of the portion given
them, to fix tollgates and rates, to
appoint a superintendent and col-
lectors, and generally to supervise
matters connected with their charge.
The schedule of tolls fixed by the first
Virginia commissioners lies before
me as I write, and affords a vivid pic-
ture of our grandfathers' days.
Where the tollgates were placed at
intervals of twenty miles, the charge
for "every chariot, coach, coachee,
stage or phaeton with two horses was
eighteen and three-quarters cents,
and for every dearborn, sulky, chair
or chaise with one horse, twelve and
one-half cents." Where the tollgates
stood closer together, the rates were
proportionately less; and in all cases
it was intended that they should be
no more in the aggregate than was
sufficient to keep the thoroughfare in
condition. Vehicles having tires not
less than six inches in width got
through free. Persons riding or driv-
ing on their way to or from divine
worship and funerals were then, as
now, passed free. So were persons
on their way to or from court meet-
ings and general musters, or going
and returning in the ordinary course
of their business to and from farm or
woodland, mills or common place of
trading and marketing, while the
general government was given free
way for its mails and the passage of
troops and military stores.
The National Road was no sooner
completed than traffic on it became
general. Mail and passenger coaches,
freight wagons, private conveyances,
and droves of sheep and cattle
formed, in the summer season at
least, an almost continuous line from
the rising till the going down of the
sun, so that often the highway re-
sembled the main street of a busy
town, save that a few yards from its
side the country was a wilderness.
No accurate data is available as to
the freight and passenger traffic
which passed over the pike in its
palmy days, but both grew steadily
with each extension of the road until
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the coming of the locomotive super-
seded slower modes of travel. I find
in a Cumberland newspaper of 1849 a
paragraph to the effect that between
the first and twentieth of March in
that year, 2,586 passengers were car-
ried in coaches through that city ; and
the late George W. Thompson, of
Wheeling, once told me that, stand-
ing on the porch of his house, for-
merly a famous hostelry on the Na-
tional Road, he had counted fifty-two
six-horse wagons in sight at one
time, and had known as many as four
thousand head of cattle en route to
the East to be quartered over night
on the place, adding that at times
the freight wagons seemed like a con-
tinuous procession.
Nor were these ordinary wagons.
On the contrary, they were built to
meet the requirements of the time,
and the long beds sloping from the
centre and rising high at either end
held under their white canvas covers
a load that would confound a modern
teamster. Eight thousand pounds
was no unusual burden, and often
loads weighing 10,000 pounds and
called by the wagoners "a hundred
hundred," were hauled over the road
by the six big-boned horses attached
to each blue-painted van. Eighteen
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days from Cumberland to the Ohio
River was the time allowed in the old
bills of lading and, barring accident,
was amply sufficient. The freight
drivers, who were called wagoners,
carried their beds with them, and
slept in the public room of the inn
where evening found them. There
were two classes of wagoners, the
regular and the sharpshooter, the
former being engaged in the business
throughout the year, and the latter
made up mainly of farmers, who put
their teams on the road only when
freight was high. A regular aver-
aged fifteen miles a day, while a
sharpshooter would make twenty
or twenty-five.
Coaching on the National Road in
the old days was a delightful pastime.
There were three lines of passenger
coaches conducted respectively by
Moore & Stockton, of Baltimore,
James Reeside, of Cumberland, and
Kincaid, Beck & Evans, of Union-
town. Moore at that time lived in
Wheeling and died only a few years
ago in Baltimore. Stockton was a
native of Washington, Pennsylvania.
Reeside was also a Pennsylvanian, a
handsome man, with a bluff, hearty
way about him that made him many
friends, while his sagacity and indus-
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try won for him the title of "Land
Admiral." One thousand horses and
four hundred men were employed by
him, and he was the largest mail-
coach owner of his time. The first
coaches used were built at Cumber-
land and held sixteen passengers ; but
these were soon found too cumbrous,
and the Trenton coach, which had an
egg-shaped body, was substituted.
Then came the Troy coaches, which
held nine passengers inside and two
out ; and after them the Concord
coaches, in use when the lines were
discontinued. These were massive
vehicles with panelled landscapes,
damask upholstering and springs so
delicate that they bent beneath the
slightest weight.
All the lines had first-class horses
and plenty of them. Ten miles an
hour was ordinary speed ; and the
twenty-six miles between Frederick
and Hagerstown, where the road was
particularly good, is said to have been
regularly covered in two hours. Such
dangers as the road presented were
exceptional, yet there was no weary-
ing of the constant change of scene
and adventure presented to the trav-
eller. There were long stretches of
level or gently undulating highway,
along which the coaches bowled as
smoothly as over a paved floor, and
in pleasant weather nothing could be
more delightful than the balmy air
and ever varying panorama pre-
sented. Nor was there wanting an
occasional mishap to lighten the te-
dium of the road. When other diver-
sions failed them, the passengers
would sometimes amuse themselves
by holding letters at arm's length out
of the windows, and calling to the vil-
lagers, who, supposing that the mis-
sives were for them, would follow the
coach for many a weary mile. One
day the trick was played upon one
Daniel Oster, who, to the delight of
the hectors, pursued the coach up a
long and steep hill. The distance was
so great that it did not seem likely
he could reach them; but Oster was
not to be trifled with. He knew they
had no letter for him, but was deter-
mined to make an example of the in-
considerate wag. "Who has a letter
for me?" he fiercely demanded, when
he had overtaken the mail and or-
dered the driver to stop. No one
answered, and Oster, hastily gathei
ing a dozen stones from the roadside,
declared that, unless the offender was
pointed out, he would pepper and salt
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them all. Whereupon, finding that
the actual transgressor was willing to
let them suffer for his sins, his com-
panions surrendered him to Oster,
who dragged him out of the coach
and gave him a hearty trouncing.
"Now," he said, as he lighted his pipe
and walked down the hill, "don't fool
me any more," a warning to which
subsequent travellers gave careful
heed.
Travellers on the National Road
had little to fear from highwaymen.
Passenger coaches seldom travelled
singly, mail coaches never ; and the
robber's only chance was to cut the
rear boots of the stage and allow the
baggage to drop out on the road
This was attended with considerable
risk, however, and a dark night, a
sleepy driver and a rough piece of
road, to drown the sound of the fall-
ing baggage, were necessary ad-
juncts. Stealing cautiously up behind
the coach, it was the work of a mo-
ment to cut the leathern boots, the
platform of which was suspended by
iron chains from the roof of the
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coach. Still, such cases were few and
far between, and it was other features
of the drivers' calling that nurtured a
deftness and courage which sooner
or later made them as hardy and in-
trepid as trained veterans. Most of
these men — stagers and pike-boys
they were called in the vernacular of
the road — had native wit and intelli-
gence, and their occupation bred in
them signal skill and steadiness of
nerve. Often they had need for both,
for in the winter season, when snow
and ice. covered the roadbed, to guide
the coaches safely down the mountain
sides demanded a sure hand and a
cool head, as well as good judgment
and discretion. To try to pick the
way slowly along these dangerous in-
clines would, in many cases, result in
sliding the stage over the embank-
ment at every turn and corner. The
only safety was to put on speed and
keep the vehicle moving in exactly
the same direction as the horses ; and
to hold the road and preserve a per-
pendicular, adjusting the speed to the
incline and the friction to the curve,
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3U
required an adroitness that at times
seemed miraculous. Again, the exist-
ence of competing lines engendered
hot rivalry among the drivers. This
rivalry was amiable and well meant,
as a rule, but led now and then to
accidents and fisticuffs. Heavy
trunks were strictly forbidden, each
passenger being limited to fifty
pounds of baggage; and "never be
passed on the road," was the begin-
abetted by the passengers. Their
strength and fistic skill proved to be
as well balanced as the speed of their
horses, and they buffeted one another
for an hour or more before a decisive
point was reached. A hardy set were
these pike-boys, — honest, polite, tem-
perate and fond of the sound of their
own voices. We shall not see their
like again.
At first the mails were carried on
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ning and end of the driver's gospel.
Indeed, there were few members of
the craft who would not test the
mettle of a rival's horses whenever
opportunity offered, and at least one
instance is recorded of a race which
ended in an impromptu battle on the
turf. So well matched were the
teams on the occasion in question
that, strained to the utmost, one could
not defeat the other, and when the
drivers had come to the end of a large
and varied vocabulary of invective,
they decided to settle their differences
by a combat — a resolve gleefully
the passenger coaches ; but as these
grew heavier mail wagons were sub-
stituted, and it was in Iheir dispatch
that the greatest speed was attained
on the National Road. Relays were
established at a distance of from ten
to twelve miles, and stories are told
of quick changing that would appall
a modern Jehu, one old driver boast-
ing of having harnessed four horses
in as many minutes, and changed
teams before his coach had ceased
rocking. One is apt to associate
staging with slow travelling; but such
was not the case with the mail
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coaches on the National Road. A
through mail coach left Wheeling at
six o'clock each morning and just
twenty-four hours later dashed into
Cumberland, a distance of one hun-
dred and twenty-three miles. There
were occasional delays, but these
were not permissible after the com-
pletion of the Baltimore and Ohio
Railroad to Cumberland. Following
that event, a way mail coach, which
both received and deposited mail at
all stations, left Wheeling at seven
o'clock each day, and, despite its
extra duties, never failed to overtake
the through mail before the latter
reached Cumberland.
Nor did the mail coaches hold all
the honors of quick passage over the
National Road. Frequently Ohio
River steamboats arrived at Wheel-
ing as late as ten o'clock in the fore-
noon, with passengers booked for the
train leaving Cumberland at six
o'clock the next day. One hundred
and twenty-three miles up hill and
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down dale lay between, with rivers
to ford and mountains to cross ; but
connection must be made, and it was,
though at a heavy cost to the stage
company.
The severest test, however, of a
driver's mettle was the delivery of the
President's message. The letting of
contracts by the post office depart-
ment hinged on these deliveries; and
if a driver failed to make fast time it
meant the cancellation of the contract
with his employers and its transfer to
a rival company. David Gordon, a
noted driver, once carried the Presi-
dent's message from Washington,
Pennsylvania, to Wheeling, a distance
of thirty-two miles, in one hour and
twenty minutes, changing teams
three times on the way ; while Wil-
liam Noble, another famous pike-boy
of the period, once drove from
Wheeling to Flagerstown, one hun-
dred and eighty-five miles, in fifteen
and one-half hours. Small wonder
then that the position of stager on
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3*5
the pike was held in as high esteem
by the youngsters who dwelt along it
as that of pilot among the boys of
the Mississippi, or that in their eyes
a driver was of more importance than
the President.
Travel on the National Road early
developed the business of innkeeping
to such an extent that a hostelry was
always in sight. Each had its gayly
painted signboard, spreading porch
and spacious wagon-yard. All were
models of cleanliness, and there was
no bustle or disorder. Meals were
timed to suit the arrival of the coach,
and long before it was due prepara-
tions were making for the coming
guests. As the time to spare
grew shorter, landlord and servants
doubled their activity and the tempt-
ing odors from the kitchen became
more distinct. Finally the villagers
gathered before the door to watch the
arrival of the coach, which soon
dashed into view around the curve at
the foot of the hill, swaying and pitch-
ing perilously, the horses at full gal-
lop, and the driver swinging his whip,
with a pistol-like snap, over their
heads. No sooner did mine host hear
it than, with a final word to the
kitchen, he hastened to the porch, and
stood there, with smiling face, the
picture of welcome, ready to lead the
weary, dust-stained wayfarer into the
inn.
And such inns as they were! Never
before on one thoroughfare were
there so many roomy and capacious
taverns, such bursting larders, such
generous kitchens, such well-stocked
tap-rooms. The ride in the open air
bred keen appetites as a rule, and, if
further appetizers were indulged in,
there was no headache in the whiskey
which stood upon the shelf or the
sugar bowl that rested on the counter.
Each guest quenched his thirst as
suited his individual taste, and sat
down to the table never doubtful of
his capacity. The cooking at these
roadside inns was fit for a king, and
if one were to repeat half that is
told him by those who ate them of the
savoriness of the dinners and suppers,
the tenderness of the venison, the
flavor of the mountain trout, the suc-
culence of the grouse, and the creami-
ness of the corn cakes, epicures would
grow envious at the recital. "I tell
you, sir," said one veteran to me,
"though it's half a century since I ate
them, the recollection of the buck-
wheat cakes and mountain honey
served in those road houses makes
my mouth water yet, when they come
up in memory." The meal ended,
there was no haste to be gone. The
guest had time to look about him, and
literally took his "ease in his inn." If
he journeyed by chartered coach or in
private conveyance, he gave his own
orders as to resuming his journey ; if
he travelled by the regular stage line,
he found in summer a resting place
on the shady side of the porch, or in
winter in a snug corner of the tap-
room, until a fresh relay of horses was
put in, and then took his departure, at
peace with himself and the rest of
mankind.
Most of the travellers over the
National Pike were the farmers,
stock raisers and merchants of the
West, garbed in homespun cloth and
buckskin ; yet over it journeyed at
one time and another nearly all of the
best known men of the middle period
of our history. Western public men
going East and Eastern officials go-
Jill!
The Brownfield House *
ing West; Presidents-elect, senators,
congressmen, judges and governors
on their way to assume their official
duties ; ex-Presidents and lesser offi-
cials returning to the shades of
private life ; aged men and gray-
haired women journeying to the
frontier homes of their children, — all
these and many more were among the
patrons of the stagecoaches passing
over the great highway. In truth, a
volume of absorbing interest could
be written on the guests of a single
tavern on the pike, — the old Globe
Inn at Washington, Pennsylvania.
Monroe, when he made his celebrated
tour in 1817, stopped there over
night ; and so did Lafayette during
his second visit to America in 1825.
Jackson was a guest at the Globe on
many occasions ; and Harrison, Tay-
lor, Polk, Benton, Crittenden and Bell
were often there. A good story used
to be told in connection with one of
Jackson's visits to the Globe. Those
were the days of training bands, and
one morning the commander of the
local battalion called on Jackson in
all the panoply of his office, introduc-
ing himself with a great deal of dig-
nity and not a little vanity as "Major
Simon, of the militia, sir." Jackson,
who was quietly smoking his pipe,
surveyed his visitor with grave delib-
eration, and then said: "I know of
your militia, but I'll be d d, sir,
if I ever heard of you." Simon was
vanquished at this rejoinder; but it
was the most eventful incident of his
life.
Henry Clay was one of the most
popular of the Globe guests. On one
occasion, so the story runs, he
reached there in the evening and was
compelled to remain over night. The
Whigs could not let the occasion pass
without a speech from their hero, the
dining-room of the hotel being se-
lected as a hall. The room was
crowded early in the evening; but
* The sketches of the old taverns herewith arc from "The History of Old Pike," by Thomas B.
Searigbt.
316
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The Johnson-Hatfield House
hour after hour passed with Clay still
missing, and those who had come to
hear him were finally forced to accept
one of his travelling companions as a
substitute. Meanwhile, in Clay's
room above stairs was a crowd of
Democrats, who, having made escape
impossible by bolting and barring the
door, had so cleverly engaged and
held the statesman in conversation
that he forgot all about his friends in
waiting below.
Not long after this an accident oc-
curred to Clay near Monongahela
City, Pennsylvania, which for years
formed one of the stock stories of
drivers on the pike. As the stage-
coach was dashing down a hill the
wheels encountered a rut, and Clay
was pitched through the window and
into the mud outside. It was some
minutes before he was extricated
from his unfortunate position ; but
when the driver finally came to his
relief, he observed with a laugh that
never before had he known of "Ken-
tucky Clay mixing with Pennsylvania
limestone."
In these days, however, public men
of power and repute journey to and
from the capital by rail and in their
private cars, and neglect and decay
have fallen upon the National Pike.
As the railroads advanced, the coach-
ing and wagon business declined.
This ebb of fortune was at first stub-
bornly resisted by the stagers and
wragoners, many prominent men, who
were friends of the road, lending them
their aid, — but all in vain. In 1853,
the Baltimore and Ohio Railway was
completed to Wheeling; and in the
same year the coaches ceased running
on the pike. During a recent trip
over it, few travellers were to be met
with. Old taverns fast falling to
ruins gape on either side ; and the
tollkeeper has little to do, while most
of the pike-boys are dead or bending
under the weight of years.
Our trip began at the fine old town
of Frederick, in itself one of the ro-
mances of the National Pike, for there
once dwelt Francis Scott Key, author
of the "Star Spangled Banner," and
aged Barbara Frietchie, the lion-
hearted dame made immortal by
Whittier's verse. All that is mortal of
Key reposes in Mount Olivet Cemetery
in the south end of the town ; while
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A Toll House
sturdy Barbara, who dared to reprove
Stonewall Jackson for shooting at
''his country's flag," sleeps in another
burial ground in the northwest sec-
tion of the place. Barbara's house no
longer exists in Frederick. It was
purchased by the corporation after
her death, in 1862, and torn down, in
order to make room for a widening
of the creek that passed alongside of
it. In that home she had lived for
many years, and her husband, by in-
dustry and thrift, had accumulated a
little property, by which he left her
on his death in 1849 m comfortable
circumstances. Aside from the epi-
sode of which the poet has made her
the heroine, Barbara's life was a re-
markable one. Born in 1766, she re-
membered the signing of the Declara-
tion of Independence and the events
of the first war with England. When
Washington visited Frederick in
1 791, she contributed her modest
share to the reception given in his
honor ; and later she was one of the
pallbearers at the ceremony by which
her townsmen gave token of their
grief at the death of the first Presi-
dent. A portrait of her made in war
318
times shows an intelligent grand-
motherly face of the New England
type, and local tradition has it that,
while "an active, capable woman, mis-
tress of many generous enthusiasms,
she had also a sharp tongue, of
which she made frequent use."
The journey westward over the
National Pike, especially if it be taken
in the green and fragrant month of
June, is one sure to dwell long and
pleasantly in the memory. From
Frederick placid meadows stretch
away on either side to the horizon
line, while to the south the distant,
azure-tinted Blue Ridge looks like a
low-lying, truncated cloud. Locusts,,
chestnuts and poplars line the road,,
which finally leaves the bottom lands
and climbs a hill, from whose crest
one obtains a noble and wide-reach-
ing prospect of the Middletown val-
ley, its meads and steads as green and:
fertile and beautiful as on that "cool
September morn" of the long ago,
when Lee came "winding down,
horse and foot into Frederick town."
The Union artillery did deadly work
up here in the buried years, and be-
yond that gap in the mountains lies-
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On Laurel Hill
the river-flanked hamlet of Harper's
Ferry, where the melodrama in which
John Brown was the chief actor had
its strange unfolding and its heroic
close. All the way across the valley,
in the centre of which lies sleepy, oak-
embowered Middletown, we were
lured onward by the purple beauty of
lordly South Mountain, up which we
finally toiled through a dense, prolific
growth of pine and chestnut, resting
for a time in the old post town of
Boonsborough on the farther side
and spending the night at Hagers-
town, which still enjoys much of the
prosperity that came to it in palmy
post days.
From Hagerstown to Clear Spring,
the pike is level and uninteresting,
save for the roomy, dolorous taverns
and the stables and smithies which
time has left standing; but between
Clear Spring and Hancock it rivals
in beautv and grandeur the noblest
passes of the Sierras, ridge flanking
ridge until earth and sky meet and
blend in cloud and mist. Clear Spring
lies at the base of the Alleghanies,
and the road when it first begins to
climb away from the village is over-
arched with oaks, chestnuts and
sugar maples. A little farther up
these give way to pines, and near the
summit little grows save the balsamic
and hardy evergreen. The descent
of the steep farther slope carried us
past Indian Springs, the site of a
once noted post-house, and down into
a narrow valley cut in twain by the
Chesapeake canal, with the Potomac
glinting in the distance. Hancock,
formerly a busy and bustling burg, is
now as silent and somnolent as the
thoroughfare which gave it birth,
while from that point to Cumberland
the pike is almost deserted, there
being no tavern in over forty miles
of a wild region, that during the war
was a favorite ground of the bush-
whackers. West of Cumberland, the
pike pushes through a hill country,
closely following as far as Uniontown,
Pennsylvania, the route of General
Braddock, — who has left an interest-
ing old milestone at Frostburg, —
passing by the ruins of Fort Neces-
sity and skirting the spot where the
British commander was buried.
Our ride ended at the little town of
Brownsville, just without the shadow
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THE NATIONAL PIKE AND ITS MEMORIES
of the Alleghanies' western slope.
The story of this almost forgotten
hamlet is another romance of the Na-
tional Pike. Time was when the
name of Brownsville was as familiar
to the people of the West as that of
Pittsburg, for it was then the point
from which a voyage down the Ohio
and Mississippi was begun. Browns-
ville claimed the first steamer that
ever ascended these rivers, and for
the better part of two decades was a
strong rival to Pittsburg, sixty-five
miles to the north of it. Travellers
coming from the South and West by
water took passage over the pike at
Brownsville, and wayfarers from the
East began their river voyaging at
that point. The older residents of the
village retain many interesting recol-
lections of that vanished time. For
instance, when a steamboat from the
West came within two miles of the
town, the pilot blew his whistle, as
many times as he had through pas-
sengers for the East, thus notifying
innkeepers and pike-boys how many
people they would have to provide
for. The signal also served to notify
the townsfolk that a boat was about
to arrive, and by the time it reached
its wharf a great crowd was usually
gathered to greet the incoming pas-
sengers.
James G. Blaine, then a boy, often
made one of the throng which
gathered on the wharf to meet the
steamboats, he having been born in
Brownsville, where still linger grateful
memories of his family. The elder
Blaine owned the ferry across the
Monongahela River, and tradition has
it that he made money easily and
spent it with a free hand. However,
others helped to enjoy it, and, to his
credit be it said, he died without
leaving behind him a legacy of debt,
as many a man has done. More than
this, when he "came into his fortune,"
he paid the debts of his father before
him ; and this manly and high-minded
act is not yet forgotten. His illustri-
ous son, while still in his teens, left his
birthplace, never to come back as a
resident ; but until his death half a
century later, the little town and its
inhabitants had a secure place in his
affections. More than once the
younger Blaine went back to visit the
house in which he was born, — it is
still standing on the west bank of the
Monongahela, — and above the graves
of his parents in the village cemetery
there is a monument raised by him in
their honor.
Brownsville rose and fell with the
National Pike, and the decline of the
latter left it stranded on the shore
that is washed by the sea of Buried
Hopes. Nothing happens now in
Brownsville, and never will. Grass is
growing in its streets, and time and
the elements are hastening its decay.
I can think of it only as a silent
watcher over the dead artery of trade
from which it had its being.
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326
Gen. Washington to Gen. Greene
Head Quarters near York, 24th Octr., 1781.
Dear Sir,
I wrote you on the 16th inst. giving a detail of occurrences to that time — on the next day a
proposal was received in writing from Lord Cornwallis, for a meeting of Commissioners to consult on
terms for the Surrender of the Posts of York & Gloucester — This proposition, the first that passed between
us, led to a Correspondence which terminated in a definitive Capitulation which was agreed to and
signed on the 19th — in which His Lordship surrenders himself and Troops prisoners of War to the
American Army — march'd out with Colours Cased & drums beating a British march, to a post in front of
their lines, where their arms were grounded — the public Stores, Arms, Artillery, Military Chest &c—
delivered to the American Army — The Ships with their Guns, Tackle, Apparel &c with the seamen sur-
render'd to the Naval Army under the Count De Grasse — Lord Cornwallis, with a Number of his officers,
to have liberty to go on parole to Europe, New York or any other American Maritime post in possession
of the British Forces, at their option his Troops to be kept in Virginia, Maryland or Pennsylvania —
these are the principal Articles. A more particular account will be transmitted to you, when I have more
leisure, and a better opportunity — which will probably soon present by Colo. Lee, who will be returning to
you — ■
I congratulate you my dear Sir on this happy event — which has been produced at an Earlier period
than I expected —
With much Regard and Esteem,
I am,
Dear Sir,
Yours &c
G. Washington.
P. S. The number of Prisoners is not accurately collected — but from the best estimation will amount to
7,000, exclusive of Seamen — 74 Brass & 140 Iron Cannon with 7,320 musquets are already return'd — the
Number of Seamen exclusive of those on board the private Ships, will amount to 800 or 900 —
327
Gen. Greene to Gen. Washington
Head Quarters,
November 21st, 1781.
Sir,
Your Excellency's letters of the 16th, 24th and 30th of October containing an account of
the operations of the combined army against Earl Cornwallis and of the surrender of his army afforded
me the highest satisfaction and I beg leave to congratulate Your Excellency again upon this important
and happy event. I contemplate its advantages with infinite satisfaction and feel a relief upon the occa-
sion that is difficult to express. Count Rocheambeau's stay in Virginia and the march of General St.
Clair if he arrives speedily I am in hopes will place us upon an eligible footing. The reduction of
Charles Town is an event much to be wished but to be able to cover the Country and confine the Enemy
to that place will be a great object. However I am not without my apprehensions that Sir Henry Clinton
will endeavor to push some vigorous operations in this quarter this Winter to efface if possible their late
losses both here and in Virginia — General Lesly is arrived to take command here, and it is said rein-
forcements are expected— I have sent one of my aids to hasten the march of General St. Clair and as
Wilmington is evacuated there is nothing to prevent an immediate junction, after which if the Enemy's
reinforcements are not very large they shall purchase their advantages at an expensive rate—
I would have a return made immediately of the prisoners of war in this department but Major Hyrne
the Commissary of prisoners has lately met with an unhappy fall which has disqualified him for business
by disordering his understanding from which I am not a little apprehensive he will never recover — As
soon as it can be done by another hand it shall be forwarded — But before a General exchange is gone
fully into, I wish something decisive may be done respecting Col. Haynes — As retaliation necessarily
involves the whole Continent I wish your Excellency's own and the order of Congress thereon — The latter
have signified their approbation of the measures I took. But as retaliation did not take place immediately
nor did I think myself at liberty on a matter of such magnitude but from the most pressing necessity and
as the Enemy did not repeat the offence, I have been at a loss how to act with respect to the original not
having any officer of equal Rank with Col. Haynes in my possession — I am ready to execute whatever
may be thought advisable. It would be happy for America if something could be done to put a stop to
the practice of burning both in the Northern States and here also; and to prevent it here I wrote the
Enemy a letter on the subject a copy of which I here enclose and if they do not desist I will put the war
on the footing I mention —
We are on our march for Four Holes. Col. M — (Mayum?) brought off upwards of 80 Convalescent
prisoners from one of the Enemy's Hospitals near Fair Lawn — These and some small skirmishes of little
consequence and a few other prisoners are all the changes which have taken place since my letters by
Capt. Pierce. I am happy that Wilmington is evacuated as it leaves North Carolina perfectly at liberty
to support this army and fill up their line —
I am with great respect
and attachment,
Your Excellency's
most obedient
humble Servt,
Nath. Greene
His Excellency
General Washington.
3*8
Cape Cod Notes
By a Returned Native
STRETCHING out into the At-
lantic from the eastern side
of Massachusetts like a bent
arm, the forefinger at the
end curved inward, is Barnstable
County, more commonly known as
Cape Cod, although that name really
belongs only to the extremity along
whose inner shore lies quaint and in-
teresting Provincetown. Buzzard's
Bay is the arm pit. On its western
shore lie Marion and Mattapoisett,
well known to summer tourists, and
just around the corner, so to speak,
is New Bedford, once the old whaling
port, now a thriving manufacturing-
city. To the eastward Chatham is at
the elbow ; thence, northward, to Well-
fleet and Truro, at the wrist, the land
makes another bend to the west and
then comes the beckoning finger of
Cape Cod. Twenty miles or so in
width at Buzzard's Bay, the land nar-
rows gradually until at Provincetown
the finger is less than a mile wide.
From end to end of the Cape the dis-
tance is not far from sixty miles. Fif-
teen or more towns occupy this terri-
tory, some including all the land from
shore to shore, from Cape Cod Bay on
the north to Vineyard or Nantucket
Sound on the south ; others dividing
between them shore and woodland.
Each has, of course, its town meeting,
its town officers, its town administra-
tion, alike but separate ; but most of
them are divided into many villages,
each with its own post office and its
own name. These, as we go from east
to west, lie near one another along the
shores, but, from north to south are
separated by miles of woodland, with
scarcely a house to be seen, except, it
may be, the town-house and the poor-
house, which, to avoid quarrels as to
location, are often placed in the geo-
graphical centre of the town, which
often means in the woods. Almost
every village has its little harbor, once
lively with a fleet of fishermen, now
silent and deserted, save for a few
pleasure craft. Comfortable homes,
almost entire absence of signs of pov-
erty, and yet no indication of great
wealth, intelligent faces, a certain kind
of sturdy independence, meet the eye
of the observant traveller every-
where.
From Cape Cod came more than a
generation ago those able seamen and
capable ship-masters who took the
American flag into all parts of the
world. In every one of these many
villages every male inhabitant, with
few exceptions, as soon as he was big
enough to haul on a rope, went to sea.
Perhaps he only got as far as the
Banks for cod, or to the Bay of Chal-
eur for mackerel, but his life was
passed on the sea. from the time the
ice left the harbor until it came again
in the fall, almost as much so as was
that of his neighbor who went on the
"long voyage" to China and Calcutta
and around Cape Horn, and who re-
newed acquaintance with his family
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33°
CAPE COD NOTES
only once in two or three years. The
railroad, a generation ago, came down
from Boston as far as the town of
Barnstable, forty miles or so from the
end of the Cape. Thence four-horse
coaches twice a day ran to Province-
town and back, and their arrival at the
village post offices was the event of the
day. Most people, when they trav-
elled, which was seldom, went to Bos-
ton by "packet," a roomy vessel which
sailed, perhaps, twice a week from
nearly every village.
All over the Cape, on the fair hills
overlooking the sea, were the wind-
mills which pumped the sea-water into
wooden vats for the making of sea-
salt by evaporation, and on the low-
lands were acres of these vats, their
conical shaped roofs forming a pictur-
esque feature in the landscape. When
it rained, day or night, men and boys
hastened to the salt works to close the
vats and keep out the fresh water.
Along the shores were the ''fish flakes"
on which the cod were spread to dry,
and at the wharves the summer days
were busy with culling and inspecting
and packing the mackerel. Vessels
were continually coming and going,
and a rivalry, not unlike that between
owners of crack yachts nowadays, of-
ten sprang up over the merits of some
fast schooner, and the big fare it could
bring home.
The population was remarkably
homogeneous. Certain families occu-
pied certain villages, and their de-
scendants are found there today, with
no more foreign admixture than of
old. In Barnstable were the Hinck-
leys and the Scudders ; in Dennis the
Howes, the Searses and the Crowells ;
in Brewster, the Freemans, the Cros-
bvs and the Snows ; in Harwich, the
Nickersons and the Smalls ; in Or-
leans, the Higgenses ; in Truro, the
Riches; in Provincetown,the Atkinses.
It is tolerably safe to say that most peo-
ple of these names now scattered over
the country can claim descent from
some one of these few old Cape Cod
families, all of whom are of pure Eng-
lish blood. In each village they married
and intermarried, until a • professional
genealogist would be puzzled to un-
ravel the tangled skein of kinship.
Intelligence of a high order was the
rule. The men saw the world and
learned its ways in long voyages ; the
women read and learned at home.
The girls, having no women's col-
leges, went to normal school and
taught the summer village school.
The winter district-schools were con-
ducted by college students from Am-
herst, or Dartmouth, or Harvard, who
had a delightful three months' life of
it, and left behind many hints to the
boys and girls of things heretofore
beyond their ken. The sewing circle,
the quilting-bee and the spelling-
match were the social events, while
ice-boats on the fresh water ponds took
the place in winter of the pleasure-boat
on the bay in summer. Strangers sel-
dom came except as family visitors,
when they were warmly welcomed,
and the summer boarder was un-
known. Foreigners were rarely seen
so far from Boston. Most of the
towns and villages were connected by
the bonds of relationship, and the
population of the Cape was like one
great family, whose members were
far enough apart not to quarrel. In
the villages every one called every
body else by the christian name;
where so many had the same surname
it was useless to sav Mr. Sears, or
CAPE COD NOTES
33i
Mr. Howes; while "Uncle John," or
"Aunt Persis," no one could misun-
derstand. Such was the Cape of forty
years ago. Then came, about thirty-
five years ago, the extension of the
railroad to the lower part of the penin-
sula, and its entire supplanting of
the great four-horse coach.
Ships, fast and famous clippers,
had been built in Dennis by the Shiv-
ericks, some of them becoming noted
for their swift voyages from Calcutta
and San Francisco, and every Cape boy
of any ambition wanted to sail the seas
over on them. But the civil war came
to overturn all this and change every-
thing. No more ships were built on
Cape Cod, or anywhere else in this
country, for that matter. The fish-
ing interests were all concentrated in
Boston and Gloucester and a few such
centres. Nobody went to sea any
more, excepting in a coasting schooner
or, now and then, as officer of a steam-
ship. The salt works disappeared and
the windmills no longer reminded one
of Holland. Cape Cod was left with
little visible means of support. There
were the small farms, to be sure,
which grow to be very small as one
travels down towards the elbow of the
Cape; the clam fiats and the oyster
beds were not damaged by war or
tariff; but what were these among so
many? The miracle of the loaves and
fishes was not likely to be repeated,
and when the young men sought other
fields in which profitably to expend
their native energy, something must
be done for those left behind. Then
came the cranberry culture, and the
summer boarder. Somebody discov-
ered that the wild cranberry which
had always been found in certain spots
could be made to yield a return to the
industrious cultivator. All at once,
about i860, the old peat swamps,
which as such had scarcely any market
value, were cleared of trees, bushes
and peat, and cranberry vines were
set out and watched and tended, at
first like rare plants. Success was
immediate. More swamps were clear-
ed, and in a few years cranberry cul-
ture became one of the important
sources of income all over the Cape.
Families who had struggled with pov-
erty and used the old swamp only to
get. the peat for winter fuel, and that
because they could not afford to buy
wood or coal, found themselves in
comparative affluence. Widows, and
they were very numerous on the Cape
in those days, who had been barely able
to keep out of the poorhouse, were
surprised to find themselves in receipt
of an almost certain income of hun-
dreds and, sometimes, thousands of
dollars. A retired sea-captain whose
little fortune was invested in a cran-
berry bog, as it is called, was getting
richer from the once worthless old
swamp, where, forty years before, he
had chased foxes, than he would have
done as master of a fine ship. As you
drive along the sandy, winding roads
through the low forest of scrub oaks
and stunted pines, you pass now and
then in a clearing a low, perfectly
level expanse covered with the cran-
berry vines, which in the month of
August, when the stranger is most
likely to see them, are just beginning
to be spotted with the bright color of
the ripening berry. Sometimes it is
only a patch ; sometimes acres will
stretch out as level and as green as a
billiard table. One of the sights of
the early autumn is the cranberry
picking, done chiefly by women and
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children, and it is worth a journey to
behold. Then are shipped the barrels,
which one sees in the markets of Bos-
ton, New York, Chicago and St.
Louis, where the branded name re-
calls at once the lovely green and red
and white of the Cape bogs : the green
rows of fresh-looking vines, the ber-
ries red and shining, suggesting al-
ways the New England thanksgiving
dinner, and the white lines of sand in
which the vines are set. I do not
know the yearly value of the hundreds
or thousands of acres of cranberry
meadow; but it is many thousands of
dollars, and has gone very far to make
up for the loss of ships and fishing
fleets and salt-works.
The summer boarder is not peculiar
to Cape Cod. The eastern coast, from
Nova Scotia to Cape May, is thronged
with such in search of rest and recrea-
tion and change of scene, as are also,
indeed, the lake shores of Michigan
and Wisconsin and the wilds of Col-
orado. In very many places, however,
we find nothing but the boarders, and
the houses built for them. When au-
tumn comes, loneliness descends upon
the scene, lately so full of life, and all
is desolate until the next summer's
heat, or the call of fashion, entices the
crowd once more to sea and lake and
mountain. But not so on the Cape.
There the ordinary life goes on quite
undisturbed, although somewhat mod-
ified at times, in summer and winter.
The old village adds, it may be, a
hotel or two near the shore ; some an-
cient houses are enlarged, sometimes
by curious additions ; the variety store
spruces up and puts in a lot of fancy
articles which "city folks" will like ;
cool drinks of a strictly temperance
brand and ice-cream soda are added ;
a few cigars of a better brand than the
"two for five" in which the natives in-
clined to be dissipated and extravagant
on Sundays sometimes indulge, are
temptingly displayed; the parson of
the village church surpasses his win-
ter efforts in the battle against evil
and in the eloquence of his sermon;
and the girls watch eagerly and copy
industriously the latest fashion of
sleeve or hat. But the village turns
aside only a very little from its usual
plan of existence, and fall and winter
and spring see the old ways go on as
before the summer boarder came.
Forty years ago a stranger coming to
our Cape village to seek board merely
to get a change of air and surround-
ings, was unknown, and would have
been looked upon had he appeared as
an odd, not to say suspicious, charac-
ter. Now of all the four-score com-
munities that line the shores on both
sides of the peninsula, from Buzzard'b
Bay to Provincetown, only one is un-
invaded by summer boaders. In that
village, one of the prettiest on the
Cape, the people, strange to say, do
not want them, and make no effort to
atract them.
The south side of the Cape and the
eastern shore of Buzzard's Bay are
the favorite resorts. There the water
is warm for bathing, the temperature
being usually at seventy, or higher.
The prevailing southwest wind is soft
and balmy, laden with the aroma of
the sea, and yet, coming as it does over
the shoal and warm water of Vine-
yard Sound, without the harshness of
the sea-breezes of the north shore.
The roads are unusually good, espec-
ially for a section popularly supposed
to have no soil but sand, if sand may
be called soil. The drives through the
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pines and scrub-oaks are charming;
the small lakes, or ponds, so numerous
one almost never loses sight of one,
tempt the angler to try for the big bass
which tradition says is lurking in the
deep places. Every village is full of
history of its own, and nowhere has
the quaint old stock died out. Old
houses, curious furniture, rare articles
brought home in sea-going days from
foreign lands, in the fast ship, once
commanded by the master of the
house, the model of which now orna-
ments a table or mantel-piece, a fish,
or vessel under full sail, for a weather-
vane; the odd sayings one hears, the
peculiar ways of the people — all these
are full of interest to a visitor. There
is, to be sure, the same salt sea on the
shore and in the air to be found by the
ocean anywhere; there are the large
hotels and the same gay summer life,
with the numerous summer girls and
the rare men on the Cape as elsewhere ;
but one who chooses may find much
more. He may see phases of life and
character among the people of these
towns as interesting as he could find
in a novel ; vastly more so, indeed,
than in most of the modern stories
with which the piazza dawdler tries to
while away the heavy days.
To the villages themselves comes
ample return for the cost and pains
expended. Ready money flows into
the landlord's pocket and to every
family in the village. Lands and
houses increase in value and larger
taxes are more easily paid than were
the small ones before. Many sons of
the Cape who have amassed fortunes
in the cities or in the far West return
to their ancestral towns, build hand-
some summer homes, or more fre-
quently restore and beautify the old
mansions, and often give to the village
a hall, or a library. Many an old
homestead has been thus rejuvenated
and the community correspondingly
benefited, both by the actual money
spent and by the new sympathy given
to every good work of the town. Thus
much of the influence of the summer
life is made permanent and of lasting
value. Old ties are renewed, family
affections are strengthened, local
pride is stimulated. People often re-
turn to the same place season after
season and form strong attachments
to the good towns-folk, so that the
summer's return is anticipated with
pleasure by natives and foreigners
alike. The village life is quickened
for the other nine or ten months in the
year, without being disturbed or revo-
lutionized or losing its native flavor
and strength.
And so the lovely vine bearing its
handsome fruit, and the summer
boarder of infinite variety, may share
the honor of rescuing historic Cape
Cod from poverty and comparative
oblivion.
Looking more carefully at one of
these Cape villages, one finds a type of
all. With its two or three principal
streets; its Baptist and Methodist
meeting-houses ; the post office, where
natives and foreigners mingle nightly
in a good-natured crowd to wait for
the evening mail ; several village stores
where can always be found the things
you don't want as well as some things
which you must have; old houses,
stored with furniture and curios which
would delight the soul of an antiqua-
rian ; its families who have lived here
for generations, all connected by mar-
riage, and all calling everybody by
their christian names. Then there is
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the little village library, with a charm-
ing reading'-room, supported gener-
ously by the summer visitors, but
used continually and profitably the
year round ; and the village hall,
where some sort of entertainment goes
on almost every night, from a preten-
tious dramatic performance by a
strolling company to a local concert in
aid of the library fund. The houses
are all, almost without exception, neat
and comfortable one-story-and-a-half
cottages. No signs of poverty are
seen anywhere, nor any indications of
wealth. The people seem to have
reached the enviable state prayed for
by Agur, when he said, "Give me
neither poverty nor riches." One
wonders how the people live ; where
the income to satisfy needs never so
modest can be found. There is no
manufacturing interest anywhere on
the Cape below Sandwich, and the
glass industry which once made that
town so lively has practically disap-
peared like the shipping and the salt-
works. The old sources of revenue
have gone. Not every family has a
cranberry bog or keeps boarders, but
all seem comfortable and happy.
Money taken in large sums by certain
people sifts down through the mass
somehow. And then the savings-
banks still pay the semi-annual divi-
dends from old-time savings, when
Captain Crosby or Captain Lovell
went to sea, or had his share from the
fishing voyage. Besides, two or three
hundred dollars go farther here than
as many thousands in the great city.
On the bluff overlooking the blue
waters of the Sound, a mile or so from
the village, in the midst of odoriferous
pines, is a charming hotel, with cot-
tages all about, making a little colony
by itself. West of the village, a quar-
ter of a mile down the shore of a
lovely bay surrounded by wooded hills,
is the more modest establishment, half
hotel, half boarding-house, where
some of us returned natives love to
stay. A mile or more further on is a
passage called "The Narrows," enter-
ing a still larger bay whose waters
wash the shore of a pretty village
perched on the hill overlooking the
Sound, the entrance to which is at the
lower end of the bay. Boats abound,
especially that variety known as the
"cat," broad and shallow for shoal
water sailing, with a centre-board to
drop in the deeper water, and one great
sail, enormous in proportion to the
size of the hull. These boats, many
of which are built in the shops near
our pier, are famous for speed and
ease of management, and many a
friendly race takes place on the waters
of the bay when the breeze freshens in
the afternoon. We are seven miles
from a locomotive, and the electric car
has as yet spared us, although a pro-
jected line threatens soon to invade
our peace. Sometimes, when far out
from shore, we are startled by the dis-
tant rumbling of a railway train,
brought to our ears through the un-
usually clear atmosphere. The swish
of the water against the boat, the flap-
ping of the sail, the sighing of the
breezes have driven out of mind the
clang of gongs, the rattle of the elec-
tric car, and the bang on the granite
streets. We seem so far away from
noise, and dirt, and dust, and care, that
one almost forgets they will ever an-
noy us again. All villages, by the sea
or in the country, have their peculiar
people, their odd characters, who seem
to be numerous out of all proportion
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to the size of the community ; but it
really seems as though the Cape has
more than its share. Everybody has
read Mrs. Stowe's "Oldtown Folks"
and remembers Sam Lawson, the
shrewd Yankee villager. There is a
Sam Lawson in any Cape Cod village
which we may study ; a town oracle,
a gossip, in a good-natured way al-
ways, the friend of the children and
of all the dumb animals, the defender
of those whom malicious tongues may
wound, the lover of all good things.
Our village has its share of interesting
characters. There are so many fam-
ilies of the same name that all the
elderly men are Uncle, the women,
Aunt. Captains are as numerous as
colonels in Kentucky. There is Cap-
tain Y., who is old enough to have
celebrated his golden wedding some
years ago ; a perfect type of the old
time sailor ; honest, sturdy, kindly dis-
posed to all, who has been at sea, on
long voyages or coasting, for sixty
years, until he has now taken up the
lighter duty of skipper of the big cat-
boat that takes the pleasure parties to
the bathing-beach or to the fishing
grounds. He is unlike the typical
sailor in that he has never tasted liquor
or tobacco and he never swears, ex-
cept in quotation marks, thus differ-
ing somewhat from his stage proto-
type, who is always saying
something condemnatory of his eyes.
He is a genuine Baptist Chris-
tian, who would rather not take a
party out for a moonlight sail on
"prayer meetin' " night and who alters
the crowd's Sunday bath hour to after-
noon, because he must go to church in
the morning. Of great strength, even
now tnat he is past seventy, he is
never easy when the wind is light, but
pulls out his long oar, and poles or
rows over the shallows and through
the deeps. In his prime he has been
known to stand in the hold of a vessel
all day and pass the barrels of flour
up to the deck hands, lifting them as
easily as most men would a peck meas-
ure. And unwilling as he has always
been to have any trouble with a fellow
man, he has more than once silenced
and shamed the big bully who was try-
ing to provoke a quarrel, by picking
him up and throwing him into the
street, as gently as possible, but with
a meaningful force after all. The vil-
lage would not seem the same without
his genial company.
Down to the boat-house comes daily,
leaning heavily on his stick, Uncle
Daniel, gray-headed, with a venerable
beard, he looks like an old picture.
With a merry twinkle in his bright
eye, which his "specs" do not conceal,
he inquires how our day is going, and
gives his opinion of men and things,
of philosophy and religion, of politics
and social questions, in a manner and
in language not to be described.
Woman, her virtues, her usefulness,
her many graces, her infinite superior-
ity to man — is his pet theme ; and
when he gets well warmed up on a
Sunday morning with an appreciative
audience of natives and boarders about
him, the boat-house resounds with his
eloquent periods. He loves to pro-
voke a discussion, especially with our
host of the boat-house, another uncle,
who professes to be an out-and-out
atheist, while Uncle Daniel is an en-
thusiastic Christian in his own peculiar
way. But the wary free thinker
rarely rises, however tempting the bait,
and while Uncle Daniel shouts and
saws the air with his arms, only whit-
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ties, and at the end of the oration
quietly says : "While you have been
getting out of breath, Uncle Daniel,
talking of what you don't know nothin'
about, I have made this cleat for a
boat/' That usually breaks up the
service for the day.
Uncle Sam drops in almost every
morning when he is not sailing with a
party from the hotel. He wears a
patch over one bad eye, and is not very
well physically, but his will is as strong
as it was twenty years ago when he
knocked off using tobacco. He tells
the story of his victory over the weed
now and then. "Ye see, I had smoked
and chawed for a good many years,
and I knew it was hurtin' me. One
day I was all out of tobaccer and I
wanted a smoke terrible; so I went to
the store, got a pound of navy plug and
a new clay pipe and put 'em on the
mantel-piece in my settin'-room. Then
I stood up and said to 'em, 'Now we'll
see who'll conquer ! I or tobaccer !' and
when I wanted to smoke so I couldn't
sleep nor rest I went to that mantel-
piece and said : 'We'll see who'll be the
boss !' and I hain't smoked nor chawed
these twenty years."
The Cape villages differ from those
in the interior in the flavor which a
sea-faring life for generations has
given to all the life of the people, to
the village gossip, to the idioms and il-
lustrations brought into daily talk. The
old Cape Codder asks you to "fleet"
over to the other side of his boat or of
his parlor; he will say of a village
beauty who has more than one beau to
her string that she "will git ashore try-
ing to tack in a narrer channel between
two pints." The village ne'er-do-well
is described as one who has "lost his
rudder;" the flippant, careless fellow
"lacks ballast." On the other hand
the boats are spoken of as elsewhere
are women. The Sallie is an able
boat ; the Billow is cranky ; the Cygnet
is dependable.
And what stories of life these vil-
lagers conceal ! Often they would
supply writer and dramatist with plot
of thrilling interest. So it is that to
the student of human life and its
strange problems no Cape Cod village
is dull and monotonous. He sails his
boat, he dips in the refreshing waters
of the bay, he enjoys to the utmost the
dolce far niente, which the Cape sailor
used to call "taking a quish" ; and yet
the greatest interest of his summer
outing may come from the people and
the life about him.
Vacation life in a place like this,
where we give ourselves up to the
spirit of rest which is all-pervading,
seems monotonous in the telling of it,
but this is its charm. We should not
want it the year round ; we want work
and familiar faces and places by and
by, and are glad at last when the time
comes to return to them ; but here, for
the brief days which are ours to en-
joy, we think nothing could be better
than the daily round of busy idleness.
And this is about the way that the days
go : breakfast, a late one, over, comes
the hour's smoke and chat; at ten
o'clock the sail to the bathing beach in
the Narrows. One big cat-boat car-
ries twenty-five or thirty, and is fol-
lowed by a fleet of smaller craft each
with its load of passengers. The
water is warm, delicious for floating or
swimming, and the bath is a leisurely
one. Then comes a sail on the bay, or
perhaps across the Narrows to the rus-
tic building opening upon the water,
where we have served to us in the shell
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on wooden plates little-neck clams or
oysters just out of the water, tooth-
some and appetizing. The genial old
man who serves us is a study, one of
the characters here, with whom we love
to chat as he opens the reluctant clam
or oyster. Then, hungry with the
edge that has thus been put upon our
appetites, we hurry home to dinner.
Driving through the woods, golf on
the links hard by, a stroll along the
shore, or a cast in one of the ponds
for that big bass, if haply we may be
able to tempt him, follow, and for those
who love the water and would avoid
dust and noise there is always the boat
to sail, perhaps out into the bay and
through the Narrows to the deeper
and rougher waters of the Sound.
Hours pass as minutes, and the sun be-
gins to get near the western hills be-
fore we think of the return. Then in
the cool of twilight comes the walk to
the village, the visit to the post office
or the reading-room, or the store, to
meet the natives and hear the village
gossip.. We go to bed early and get
up late. It must be granted that this
is a dull and uneventful programme
for summer pleasure-seekers. So it
is, indeed ; and some of us are just dull
enough and old-fogyish enough to like
it far better than the fashionable sum-
mer hotel with its music, and its danc-
ing, and its jealousies, its rivalries, and
its disappointments. So year after
year the same people come again, and
each summer seems better than the last.
The company is congenial, the life in-
dependent and free-an-easy, full of
health and honest, simple enjoyment.
It is absolutely different from that
which we have left behind us in the
city, and we store up this delicious sea
air to neutralize for the next nine
months the vitiated atmosphere of
Boston, or Philadelphia, or Chicago,
or St. Louis.
One of the odd things about the
topography of Cape Cod is the number
of ponds of fresh water which one sees,
no matter in which direction he drives.
Indeed, there is more than one drive
through the woods which the boarders
in our village take, when for miles one
is never out of sight of the gleaming
water. The number of ponds on the
Cape is variously estimated, but it is
safe to say that there are hundreds of
them. Most of them are set most
beautifully within high banks, thickly
wooded. They are of all sizes, from
Nine-Mile Pond or Lake Wequaket,
as the fashion now is, where yachts
and a steam launch are kept, to Aunt
Tempie's Pond, near our house, only
two or three acres in area. Fed by
cool springs, the water is deliciously
refreshing and very clear. Sometimes
these little lakes are so near the sea
that an unusually high tide makes the
water brackish ; but in a few days it is
pure and sweet again. I remember
one of these on which we used to sail
our toy ships in summer and swift ice-
boats in winter, so near the waters of
Cape Cod Bay that I have seen the
spray during a northeaster dash over
the narrow barrier of sand, and make
us boys think that the pond would
never be fresh again. I recall a curi-
ous phenomenon which was an annual
occurrence in Sheep Pond, very near
the home of my ancestors. This pond
was nearly two miles from the sea,
shut in by high hills all about it. The
water, as in many of these lakelets,
was cold and deep. No stream flowed
into it, and it had no visible outlet. In
the spring, during a period of two or
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three weeks, salt-water smelt were
found here in great abundance. We
fastened willow wythes between the
teeth of hay-rakes, and in the darkness
of night raked in the fish by the bushel
along the shore. In a few days they
disappeared, not to be seen again until
the following spring. The views from
the high banks of some of these ponds
is lovely beyond description. There
is no view more beautiful in the famed
English Lake Country than that which
one may have from the top of a hill
overlooking one of the largest of these
lakes, called Wakeby. This is in the
queer village of Mashpee, inhabited by
a remnant of the old Mashpee tribe of
Indians, once rovers all over the Cape,
now settled down and civilized. It is
rather odd, however, to see from the
hotel piazza two Indian maidens com-
ing down the hill on brand-new bi-
cycles. Ancient mariners, the redmen
of the forest, the summer boarder, the
old and the new, get strangely mixed
up on Cape Cod nowadays.
These random notes on a bit of
Massachusetts coast have purposely
omitted mention of that shore which is
washed by the beautiful sheet of water
called Buzzard's Bay, the western
boundary of the Cape. It is lined with
villages, the summer homes of fashion
and wealth, but there is less of the old-
fashioned flavor, less individuality,
than is found in Barnstable, or Hy-
annis, or Brewster. The nearness of
locomotive and steamboat makes a dif-
ference, and the summer villages are
more numerous and more crowded
than farther down on the Cape, where
he who wants a few weeks of a life
quite unlike anything which the city
or its neighborhood can afford, and
different from the life of most water-
ing places, can so happily find it.
Sunset
By Alice Van Leer Carrick
THE West flares up as if some giant hand
Flung into castle-clouds a jealous brand
To set the whole sky-world aflame. Below,
All gold and crimson, lies the burnished land.
The Lakes of Cape Cod
By S. W. Abbott
MASSACHUSETTS is unus-
ually well supplied with
abundance of fresh water,
distributed with consider-
able uniformity throughout the state.
Two great rivers, the Merrimack and
Connecticut, with their sources and
principal water sheds in New Hamp-
shire and Vermont, traverse portions of
the state, furnishing power to several
cities and many towns. Besides these,
there are scattered here and there more
than one thousand lakes and ponds
with an area of more than ten acres in
each. These are so well distributed as
to give almost every town at least one
within its limits, but the seacoast towns
are the most favored and have a great-
er number of lakes than those of the
western counties. The town of Ply-
mouth alone has at least fifty-three
ponds or lakes of more than ten acres,
and with a total area of nearly four
thousand acres of water surface, while
the town of Lakeville has more than
six thousand acres in its magnificent
lakes.
Many of these bodies of water are
pure and wholesome and well adapted
for use as the public reservoir of cities
and towns whose citizens enjoy the
privilege of a constant, never-failing
supply in their houses, ready for in-
stant use at the mere turning of a fau-
cet. In no other state does the popu-
lation thus supplied reach so high a
percentage as in Massachusetts where,
by the last census, it is shown to be
90 per cent, of the total. The states-
next upon the list, with from 80 to 90
per cent., are Rhode Island, New Jer-
sey and the District of Columbia. Sen-
timentally considered, the "old oaken
bucket, the moss-covered bucket/' as
it came up dripping with the cold and
crystal draught from the depths of the
open well, is a delightful memory ; but
the keen and accurate analysis of its
contents by the chemist, coupled with
the great frequency of hitherto unex-
plained illness in the farmer's family,
and the prevalent proximity of the well
to an environment, which, to say the
least, was of doubtful advantage,
shows that public supplies are, as a
rule much safer for drinking purposes
than the ordinary farm-house well. In
1886 the Board of Health began a
careful analysis of the waters of Mas-
sachusetts, especially those used as
public supplies, and, in the course of
the examination of several thousand
samples, a very interesting fact was
gradually developed. The relative
amount of chlorine represented by
common salt actually existing in the
uncontaminated waters of the State
diminishes with considerable unifor-
mity as one leaves the sea-coast and
proceeds inland. Even in the most ex- ,
posed portions, it rarely exceeded 2
parts per 100,000, or about i/ioooth
as much as in sea-water. It is to this
minute quantity of chlorine, together
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with other mineral salts, that spring
waters owe their pleasant, sparkling
taste, as compared with the flatness of
rain or distilled water. Up to a cer-
tain amount the presence of salt ren-
ders them more agreeable, but when
the proportion rises as high as i/ioth
of one per cent, the water, in common
parlance, becomes ''brackish." The
percentage of chlorine is also an in-
dex of considerable value in the de-
termination of the amount of sewage
pollution in water, and by examining
the results obtained by analysis and
connecting, upon the map, points
where equal quantities of chlorine are
found in the uncontaminated sources
of supply, a chart has been obtained
showing with comparative accuracy
the standard of purity of the water to
be found in any given district. In the
case of the lakes and ponds of Cape
Cod, as we leave the tip of the Cape
at Provincetown and proceed south
and west toward the mainland, this
rule applies with considerable pre-
cision, as will be seen by the following
table arranged
in that order :
Ratio of
Chlorine
Name of Lake or
Pond
Location
in water
Areas in
per
Acres
100,000
parts
Shank Painter |
Province- \
town, j
Pond, }■
S.42
83
Clapp's Pond,
2-39
72
Great Pond
Eastham,
I.98
112
Long Pond,
Brewster,
I.44
77S
Nine Mile Pond
Barnstable.
1.05
700
Mashpee Lake, 1
.85
770
John's Pond,
Mashpee,
.81
240
Ashumet,
•77
226
Long Pond,
Falmouth,
.87
205
( )f such lakes and ponds having
areas of more than ten acres in each,
there arc in all one hundred and seven-
ty-four 111 the fifteen towns comprised
in the region known as Cape Cod, that
is in Barnstable County. Twenty-one
of these lakes have areas of one hun-
dred, and three have areas of seven
hundred acres or more in each. Twen-
ty-seven of the whole number are in
the town of Barnstable, while the re-
mainder are scattered throughout the
county with a considerable degree of
uniformity, no town having less than
five within its limits. In consequence
of the topographical character of the
Cape none of the large ponds are at
elevations of more than one hundred
feet above the sea.
The highest, according to the topo-
graphical sheets of Massachusetts pub-
lished at Washington, is Peters Pond
in Sandwich, with an elevation of
about ninety feet. Next are Mashpee
Lake, Spectacle, Triangle, and Law-
rence Ponds in Sandwich, with eleva-
tions of from sixty to eighty feet. San-
tuit Pond in Mashpee, Cotuit, Shubael
and Round ponds in Barnstable, forty
to sixty feet. Great or Nine Mile
Pond in Barnstable, and Mill Pond in
Brewster, about thirty feet. Mill and
Follins ponds, tributaries of Bass
River in Yarmouth, Long and Swan
ponds in Yarmouth, Swan Pond in
Dennis, Long Pond in Brewster, and
Hinckley's Pond in Harwich, have ele-
vations of from ten to twenty feet,
while few if any of the larger ponds in
the easterly towns of the Cape beyond
Brewster have elevations of more than
fifteen feet above the sea.
A considerable number of the fresh
water ponds which are quite near the
sea level along the south shore, as well
as those on the shore of Nantucket,
are probably nothing more than shal-
low inlets from the sea which were cut
off by the formation of bars at their
mouths, the annual rainfall beine suffi-
THE LAKES OF CAPE COD
341
cient to convert them into fresh water
lakes in a few years. Considering the
geological formation of this region,
it would hardly seem reasonable that
any of its depressions should have
Greater depths than are found in the
neighboring waters of the sea. The
extreme depth of the Sound and of
Massachusetts Bay at distances of five
miles from the shore is scarcely more
than twenty-five fathoms, at any point.
It is not probable therefore that any
of these ponds have greater depths
than that, although local tradition of-
ten accredits them as bottomless. The
writer was once informed by a native
that Peters Pond in South Sandwich
was six hundred feet deep in parts. On
making many soundings, with a ship's
lead and line, the extreme depth was
found to be fifty feet. According
to the report of the Massachusetts
Fish Commission of 1900, Great, or
Nine Mile Pond, in Barnstable, has a
maximum depth of twenty-five feet,
and at Follin's Pond in Yarmouth the
"depth in the northern part varies
from four to seven feet in the deepest
sections."
Mashpee, which is the largest of the
Cape Cod lakes as well as the most pic-
turesque, is probably the deepest in the
county. This beautiful sheet is sur-
rounded by bolder and higher shores
than the others, yet several soundings,
taken both in the northern and south-
ern halves, show the deepest place to
be but sixty-one feet and at a point
about one-third of the distance across
from the eastern shore in the southern
half. The lake is divided into two
nearly equal portions by a peninsula,
across whose narrow neck, as tradi-
tion says, the earlier Indian inhabitants
were wont to drive the deer and other
game which are still to be found in
greatly diminished numbers. The
lake abounds in fish of many kinds,
including the delicious trout for which
this region is famous. At its southern
end the town of Mashpee has its prin-
cipal village, the largest and almost
the only settlement in the state in
which the descendants of the Massa-
chusetts Indians have lived, since the
state reserved this tract for their use.
Nearly if not all of these people have
become so mixed by intermarriage,
either with whites or with negroes,
that the Indian type is modified. They
have their town government, church,
and schools the same as other Cape
towns. The church, a Baptist one, is
largely supported by an ancient fund,
the distribution of which is entrusted
to the authorities of Harvard College.
Its meeting-house is located a mile
from the village in the forest with an
Indian grave-yard near it. Along the
lake shore traces of the earlier tribes
are often found in the shape of imple-
ments, arrow-heads and other weapons,
which are ploughed up from the light
sandy soil of the region ; while nearer
the sea, often within a few rods of the
water, heaps of broken oyster, clam,
scallop and quohaug shells are found
in scores, showing that the aborigines
evidently appreciated their contents for
food. A dam in the outlet at the road
makes a little mill-pond a few acres in
extent, and here the Egyptian lotus,
planted there by the proprietor of the
neighboring hotel, grows and thrives
luxuriantly.
The climate of the southern shore
of Cape Cod is generally milder than
that of other portions of the state, as
indicated by the fact that the lakes and
ponds of this region rarely freeze in
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winter to a thickness of more than
five or six inches. The shallower ponds
are everywhere studded with water
lilies of unusual size and brilliancy,
and some of them of varied colors,
which command a good price at the
flower stores in Boston. The sea water
along the shores of Vineyard Sound
and Buzzards Bay has a temperature
during the summer months of about
75 degrees. The surface temperature
of the fresh water lakes is a little high-
er, or about 80 degrees from July 1st
to September 1st. Observations made
upon Jamaica Pond and other fresh
water ponds in the summer of 1889 by
the State Board of Health, showed
that the temperature of the water un-
dergoes a uniform decrease in the
lower strata, until at depths below
sixty feet a temperature of about 40
degrees is reached. But as water con-
tracts down to a temperature of 40 de-
grees and then expands until it reaches
32 degrees, the temperature of the
lower strata does not fall much below
40 degrees. So that in October or
November when the temperature at
the surface is 40 degrees, a change
takes place in all the ponds which have
a depth of twenty feet or more and the
lower strata of water rises to the sur-
face, the whole body of water thus be-
coming of a nearly uniform tempera-
ture and remaining so throughout the
winter.
The reason that Thoreau, in his
charming description of Cape Cod,
says so little about these beautiful
lakes, is probably because in his visit
he selected a route which lay along the
seashore. He writes :
"Our host took pleasure in telling- us the
names of the ponds, most of which we
could see from our windows, and making
us repeat them after him, to see if we had
got them right. They were Gull Pond, the
largest, and a very handsome one, clear
and deep, and more than a mile in circum-
ference; Newcomb's, Swett's, Slough,
Horse-leech, Round, and Herring Ponds, all
connected at high water, if I do not mistake.
The coast surveyors had come to him for
their names, and he told them of one which
they had not detected. He said they were not
so high as formerly. There was an earth-
quake about four years before he was born,
which cracked the pans of the pond which
were of iron, and caused them to settle. I
did not remember to have read of this. In-
numerable gulls used to resort to them, but
the large gulls were now very scarce, for,
as he said, the English robbed their nests
far in the north, where they breed."
The ponds here referred to are in
Wellfleet, which like those in Orleans,
Eastham, Truro and Provincetown,
the northern towns of the Cape, are the
least interesting and picturesque of
them all. They are mostly shallow ex-
cavations in the soil, and are at a slight
elevation only above sea level, a cir-
cumstance which has given rise to a
popular theory that their source is the
sea water, which is deprived of its salt
by filtration. This theory, however, is
not tenable, frequent experiments,
notably by the late Prof. W. B. Nich-
ols of the Massachusttts Institute of
Technology, showing that sea water
might be passed through sand filters
over and over again without losing a
particle of its salt. The fresh-water
springs, which appear at intervals
along the seacoast, are nothing more
than the expression of the rainfall,
which falling upon the higher lands
makes its way toward the sea. This
rainfall, amounting to over forty
inches a year, is amply sufficient to ac-
count for all the water in the ponds,
for a single inch of rain upon an acre
of water-surface amounts to one hun-
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343
dred tons of water, and a year's rain
would therefore amount to more than
four thousand tons of water per acre.
Even were they near enough the cities
of eastern Massachusetts, the quantity
of water which these lakes could fur-
nish would be entirely inadequate to
supply the wants of a metropolitan
population, since no one of them has a
large contributing water-shed or
streams of considerable size running
into them. The great pumps of the
Boston Water Works at Chestnut Hill
would pump any one of them dry in a
few days.
The most picturesque series of lakes
upon the Cape is that which extends
from Long Pond in Falmouth to Great
or Nine Mile Pond in Barnstable, Coo-
nemosset, Ashumet, John's, Mashpee
and the Cotuit Ponds. Several of these
lie in deep hollows, and are surround-
ed by forests of ash and pine. A fine
view of Coonemosset Pond may be had
from the south, across cultivated fields
and meadows, or glimpses of its sil-
very surface may be caught here and
there through the trees along the road
upon its northern border. Ashumet
also lies near the road leading from
Falmouth to Mashpee, while the next
of the series, John's Pond in Mashpee,
is entirely concealed from view, being
remote from any habitation or travel-
ed road. The water of all these lakes
is exceedingly pure, although, like all
surface waters, it is subject to the
growth of algae during the summer. It
is remarkable that the microscopic
flora of these lakes, Ashumet and
John's, although separated by a ridge
of scarcely a half mile in width, is
quite as distant as though they were
a thousand miles apart. Each of the
ponds in this series is connected with
Vineyard Sound by brooks ; that of
Nine Mile Pond being an artificial out-
let, made by the town of Barnstable
several years ago to allow the herring
to ascend to the fresh water of the
pond for the purpose of spawning.
The persistence of Indian names is
more noticeable in this county than
in any other part of the state. Nearly
all of the names of the towns are of
English origin, but those of the lakes,
streams and localities are largely the
Indian ones by which they have been
known for centuries. Such are Coone-
mosset Pond and River, Ashumet,
and Wakeby or Wakepee Lakes, Popo-
nesset Bay, Waquoit Bay, Chapoquoit
Harbor, Wenaumet, Cataumet, Nau-
set and Monomov.
An Old Letter From a New England
Attic
By Almon Gunnison
SOME day the wise writer will
tell the story of the New Eng-
land attic, and will weave into
verse or song the romances
of the heirlooms that are gath-
ered there, — the discarded cradle
whose rockers are footworn by those
whose grave stones were long ago
gray with moss ; the broken chairs in
which, by the fireside, aged parents
slumbered into the sleep which has no
awakening ; the rude bedstead in which
boys who are now bowed with age
slept beneath the rafters and heard the
pattering of the rain upon the attic
roof, looking out upon the stars and
weaving their dreams into visions and
songs ; the old garments bearing the
fashion of an age long gone, while un-
spent odors of the bleached floor and
roof mingle with the scent of the house
wife^s herbs which once hung in the
great room. How curiously childhood
made its little mysteries of the half
darkened attic, what strange figures
used to hide behind chimney and press,
what voices spoke from the old chests
and what curious ancestors crept at
night into the old garments and awed
the childish imagination of those who
made the attic the half haunted cham-
ber of dreams and visions. The nov-
elist who is hunting in town and coun-
try archives for the story of colonial
days has somehow missed the richest
treasury of the New England attic,
and the true history of the Civil War
will never be told until the yellowing
letters hidden in attic chests have been
read again and the chroniclers from
field and camp and battle field have told
their eventful and vivid tale.
Central Massachusetts is rich with
old houses whose attics will some day
furnish a rare field for the antiquarian
and story teller. Great cities have not
swept away these homes with the tides
of surburban enterprises and the jar of
industry's whirling wheels has not
shattered the mysteries and memories
of a long past. The great religious
agitation which shook New England
more than a century ago and resulted
in the Unitarian movement was hardly
more felt in Boston than in Central
Massachusetts. Nearly every Congre-
gational church in the valley of
Nashua was on Unitarian lines. Het-
erodoxy became Orthodoxy and parish
churches which had been dedicated to
the triune God became Unitarian.
Elsewhere than in New England this
sect has had its social and religious os-
tracism, but in Massachusetts, in places
not a few, the social and intellectual
life of the community was largely cen-
tered in the Unitarian church, and for
a little time at least, the prestige, the
wealth and influence of the town were
with the church whose new faith had
well nigh shattered New England Or-
thodoxy.
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345
The town of Lancaster, Massachu-
setts, very early became Unitarian, and
has been until this day one of the
strongholds of this faith. Many of
the old and influential families are still
associated with that church and its in-
fluence is felt in the refined social and
intellectual life for which the town is
famous. The present pastor, Rev. Dr.
Bartol, white bearded like a patriarch,
has completed a pastorate of many
years and is still in active service. He
is a fine type of the Unitarian minis-
ter for which the last century was fa-
mous : scholarly, refined, courtly in
manner, he has some of the literary ac-
complishments of his more distin-
guished brother, Dr. Cyrus A. Bartol,
of Boston, recently deceased.
In 1780, in Lancaster, Sampson V.
S. Wilder was born. Later in this pa-
per some particulars of his eventful life
will be given. After a long absence he
returned to his native place in 1823.
He was a man not only of indomitable
enterprise but of a stalwart and un-
compromising faith. He saw with
alarm the growth of the new heresy
and with relentless determination
sought to overcome it. The new faith
had become the orthodoxy of the town
and he found himself in the unwonted
role of a heretic. So persistent and
pestilent did his opposition seem to his
neighbors that he was visited with a
social ostracism and at length, in the
interest of the community's peace, he
was by formal petition asked either to
cease his agitation or to remove from
the town. This petition, signed by
forty-four men of the town, was pre-
sented to him in the form of a letter.
There is no record of it in the history
of the town, but in a trunk in the attic
of one of the old houses of Lancaster
the original letter has recently been
found. It makes a unique chapter in
the history of Unitarianism in New
England. The letter is as follows :
August jo, 183 1.
To Sampson V. S. Wilder:
Sir: The undersigned inhabitants of
South village in the town of Lancaster,
deeply impressed with a just sense of that
duty which they owe to their families, to
the rising generation and to society in gen-
eral, and believing it to be a paramount duty
incumbent on them, to use all honorable
means in their power to preserve and trans-
mit to posterity, unspotted and uncontami-
nated, those blessings which they so highly
appreciate : Religion, Morality and Public
Order, which they have hitherto rationally
and peacefully enjoyed. Therefore enter-
taining these views of those sacred privi-
leges which have been transmitted to them,
they cannot refrain from expressing their
abhorrence and solemnly protesting against
everything which tends to corrupt those
principles and virtues, and to disturb that
peace and harmony which can alone adorn
the human character.
Having long watched with painful anxi-
ety the unhappy effects produced by your
fanaticism and zeal, we feel it our duty to
inform you that we look upon your coming
and view your presence among us as a
calamity of no ordinary kind. That we be-
lieve the course which you are pursuing is
productive of little or no good, but much
evil. That we think it calculated to corrupt
the morals and disseminate vice among the
people. That you are sowing contentions,
hatred and discord, where peace, happiness
and good order have hitherto prevailed.
That family hatred, strife and abuse of
every kind have been the effects in every
family where you have made proselytes and
we look upon the fruits of your zeal as
worse than the pestilence that s/tealeth at
noon day. We pity your ignorance so far
as that directs your zeal, but we fear some-
thing worse than ignorance guides your
operations against the peace and harmony
of this town. We look upon the course you
are pursuing towards the inhabitants of this
place as insulting in the highest degree and
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were we to form an opinion from your con-
duct we would think you a fit person to
inhabit a mad-house or a workhouse. In
short, we view your character and conduct
as disgraceful to any person professing de-
cency and common sense and we shall hail
your departure from this section of the
country as a blessing to the people, which
we hope may long be continued to them.
(Signed by forty-four men.)
The life of Mr. Wilder is so unique
and eventful that its story can profit-
ably be retold, being summarized from
his biography published by the Amer-
ican Tract Society in 1865.
He was born in Lancaster, May 20,
1780. His maternal ancestors came
from the west of England and were
brought up in the Whitefield Orthodox
School. The Socinian Controversy
was raging at that time, and it is pos-
sible that his almost fanatical hatred
of Unitarian views was a birth inherit-
ance from his ancestors. His mother
was a woman of fervent piety and
brought up in the principles of strictest
morality. In a public address, the son
thus alluded to her: "If I have any
right to the endearing title of Evangel-
ical Christian, it is to the faithful, un-
tiring admonition impressed line upon
line, precept upon precept, by this de-
voted mother." His father died when
the son was thirteen years old. He
was a man of great integrity and his
funeral was the largest ever held in
Lancaster. The boy Sampson was
overwhelmed with grief and could only
by force be prevented from throwing
himself into the open grave.
Entering a store kept by Squire
Flagg, a form clerk to his father, he
remained one year ; and after two
years' work in Gardner, lie went to
Boston. He was partially engaged to
work for a prominent firm when, ac-
cidentally learning they were believers
in the Socinian faith, he refused a sal-
ary of one hundred and fifty dollars,
engaging with another merchant
whose compensation was smaller, but
whose orthodoxy was sound. He at
once attached himself to the congre-
gation presided over by Rev. Jedediah
Morse, the father of the inventor of
the magnetic telegraph. His ardent
piety at once arrested the attention of
his pastor, who tendered him the use
of his library and became his in-
structor. On the death of his employ-
er, he carried on the business for the
widow, going into business, however,
for himself after a few years, his store
being located on Court Street. One
day a merchant, Allan Melville, came
into his store and told him that he had
received an invoice of thirty thousand
dollars' worth of French goods on
which he desired to realize at once.
Young Wilder, on examination, saw
that the goods were invoiced at nearly
twenty per cent, less than their value.
He had no ready money. A friend told
him that William Gray, a millionaire
of Salem, had money which he was al-
ways ready to loan. Gray was inter-
viewed and promised one third of the
profits of the sale for the loan of the
thirty thousand dollars, the transac-
tion to be closed in sixty days. The
rich merchant gave his note payable in
ten days. Getting the note cashed, the
purchase was made. The next morn-
ing the goods were displayed and ad-
vertised. Customers came, and in nine
days Mr. Wilder called on Mr. Gray
with one thousand eight hundred and
seventy-five dollars in money as his
share of the profits. The incident is so
peculiar that it is quoted from the pa-
pers of Mr. Wilder :
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547
"On reaching the office/" he says,
"instead of being cordially received,
Mr. Gray exclaimed : 'Ah, yonng man,
I did a very foolish thing in assisting
you to go into that operation, in which
they say much money will be lost ; and
besides it is only the ninth day and you
told me you would not need the money
for ten days. I shall not pay you one
cent to-day, sir. Call tomorrow and I
suppose I must give you the money.
And, now, as I am very busy, I bid you
good morning.' Said I : 'Mr. Gray, be-
fore leaving your office I must request
you to do me the favor to sign this
paper.' Said he : 'Young man, I shall
sign no papers until at least tomor-
row.' 'Well,' said I, 'You must excuse
me, sir, but I do not leave your office
until you sign this paper.' Mr. Gray
turned to me and said : 'It is no use,
young man, for you to stand there, as I
shall sign no papers.' 'But,' said I,
'Mr. Gray, do you object to casting
your eye on the paper and seeing its
purport ?' 'Why,' said he, Tt is really
too bad to have one's time taken up in
this way ; there are two ships I have to
despatch to sea this afternoon. Here,'
said he, reaching out his hand and put-
ting on his specs, 'let me see the paper.'
He then began to read it aloud: 'Re-
ceived of S. V. S. Wilder, — received !'
said he, 'I've received nothing,' and
was on the point of handing back the
paper. Said I : 'Read on, if you please,
Mr. Gray.' 'Received eighteen
hundred and seventy-five dollars, — eh !
eh ! — it being my proportion of profits.'
'Yes/ said I, 'I've, sold the goods and
here is the money,' handing it to the
clerks to count. 'What ?' said he, 'And
you want no money from me tomor-
row?' 'No, sir,' said I, T sold for
ready cash, with which I paid
Mr. Melville. You have one-third
of the profits counted down,
sir.' 'And you want no money
from me?' 'No, sir; it's all settled as
you perceive.' 'Why, Mr. Wilder,
walk into my private counting room.
Do you ever come to Salem?' 'No,
sir,' said I, 'and all I ask of you, sir, is
to sign the receipt and as I have other
pressing engagements, excuse me from
coming into your counting room.'
'Well,' said he, 'come down and pass a
week with us and let me introduce you
to my family.' Thanking him, I left
him exultant."
This led Mr. Gray to propose to Mr.
Wilder to be his agent in Europe. Ac-
cepting the position, he sailed for Eu-
rope in the ship Elizabeth from Bos-
ton. He reached Paris on the dav and
The Approach from Lancaster
hour when Napoleon was proclaimed
Emperor in the twelve squares of the
city. The fountains ran wine from
morning till night. Thousands of legs
of mutton were distributed to the eight
hundred thousand people who wit-
nessed the imposing pageantries. He
set at work at once to learn the French
language, engaging as his tutor Latour
Maubrey, who afterwards became the
private secretary of Napoleon, and
who died of a broken heart because he
was not allowed by the government to
share in the exile of his chief. In
eighteen months Mr. Wilder cleared
for Mr. Gray sixty thousand dollars.
Returning home he accepted agencies
for Mr. Gray, Israel Thorndike and
William Bartlett of Newburyport, the
three wealthiest merchants in New
England. With occasional returns to
America, he resided in Paris for sev-
eral years, an intimate friend of Talley-
348
rand and other French notables, repre-
senting the United States at the mar-
riage of Napoleon and being a witness
of his triumphs after the battle of Aus-
terlitz and the festivities which fol-
lowed the birth of the King of Rome.
He entertained with lavish hospital-
ity, and was one of the centers of the
American colony, but, while he was
an enthusiast in his admiration of Na-
poleon, he was an ardent lover of his
own land.
His enthusiasm for Napoleon was a
passion. He had seen under his sway
religious freedom come ; the Code Na-
poleon, afterward to be adopted in the
main by every leading nation, was his
creation ; a new era of larger liberty
and progress had been brought to
France by the man of destiny, and
when the final crisis came in his ca-
reer, Mr. Wilder proposed a plan for
Napoleon's escape and tendered him
The Home of Sampson Wilder
an asylum at his residence in Bolton.
The plan was that Napoleon should
disguise himself as a valet, for whom
Mr. Wilder had already a passport,
and hasten with him to the coast, where
there would be one of his ships with
a large cask on board, in which the
Emperor would be concealed until the
ships had sailed beyond the limits of
danger. This scheme, the Wilder bi-
ography narrates, Napoleon seriously
considered and declared feasible, but
finally declined because he would not
desert friends who had been faithful
to him through prosperity and adver-
sity. He wished Mr. Wilder to ar-
range for their flight also, but Mr.
Wilder said this was impossible, so the
project fell through, and soon after,
other plans for escape failing, the Em-
peror surrendered himself to the offi-
cers of the Bellerophon. Edward Ev-
erett Hale, in alluding to the incident,
wittily said : "Who knows but that he
might have been selectman of the town
of Bolton, had he chosen to take out
naturalization papers."
The following incident occurred
during Mr. Wilders stay in Paris.
During the Elba exile, the Bourbon
king had a law passed that no picture,
statue, statuette, figure or resemblance
of General Bonaparte, as he was called,
should remain in any public or private
place or any native or foreign resi-
dence. Mr. Wilders turn for inspec-
tion came. Not even his friend Talley-
rand could have protected him. An
officer, with secretary and attendants,
came into his counting room, saying in
a pompous manner : "Have you any
image, statue or likeness of any kind
of that man?" "Of what man," said
Mr. Wilder, "I am a stranger here."
"Why do you keep me, you know
whom I mean ; that usurper, that
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Bonaparte, if you will have it," said
the officer. "Have you any likeness or
representation of him?" "Certainly I
have," said Mr. Wilder, "Gorrgain,
bring me a bag of Napoleons." Then,
pouring them out on the desk before
him: "Here, they are, sir." The of-
ficial stared. At first he could make
no answer, but then said : "That
money is not what I want. You can
keep that." "Go and tell your mas-
ter," said Mr. Wilder, "that the whole
specie currency of the realm must be
called in before he can keep from the
eyes of the people the features of the
Emperor Napoleon." "You are right,"
said the officer, but continuing aside to
his comrades, "It is ridiculous, this
business we are about, but the stupid
Bourbons cannot see it."
The entire life of Mr. Wilder is
characterized by his passionate devo-
350
tion to the evangelical faith. He was
willing to spend and be spent in his
service to historic orthodoxy. While
in Europe, he met one day Mr. Collins
of the London Tract Society. Being
asked by him if he could not dispose
of some French tracts in Paris, Mr.
Wilder took from his pocket a ten
pound note saying: "Send me the
worth of that and I will see what I can
do." In a short time he was notified
that a bundle awaited him at the pub-
lic buildings of Paris. He went to
the place, which chanced to be the very
building where Marie Antoinette and
Josephine had been incarcerated. The
huge bundle contained his tracts, which
had been detained as suspicious litera-
ture. Mr. Wilder asked the privilege
of reading aloud some of them. At
the conclusion of his readings the su-
perintendent said : "I thank you.
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These teach good morals. Will you
give me some?" Within a month the
great supply was exhausted and more
were ordered. A translator was se-
cured, a printing establishment set
up and this was the beginning of the
French Tract Society, which was
formed under Mr. Wilder's roof in
1818.
In 1812 Mr. Wilder crossed the At-
lantic, bearing dispatches from France.
President Madison anxiously awaited
him. Relays of horses speeded him on
his way to Washington. Arriving
there at eleven o'clock at night he went
to the house of the Secretary of War,
Monroe. "We must go immediately,"
said the secretary, "to the President."
Ringing the bell, an old man with
nightcap on and candle in hand came
to the door. It was the President. Mr.
Wilder, accustomed to the etiquette
and formalism of the French court,
was shocked at first, but was proud of
the simplicity of this ruler whose au-
thority was larger than that of the
King of France.
In 1823 Mr. Wilder came home to
live in the United States, to the regret
of many of his friends in Europe. He
had owned the house in Bolton for
many years, but had given the rent of
it to a friend in Boston. He was
grieved to find upon the tables, Uni-
tarian books and pamphlets and attrib-
uted to the hateful doctrine the laxity
which he found in his native town. He
reconsecrated himself to the exter-
mination of the hated heresy, and while
he planted the vines and fruit trees
which he had brought from Versailles
and beautified his home, he instituted
a relentless propaganda against the
new faith which had banished Ortho-
doxy. His zeal was not alwavs tem-
pered with discretion, nor softened by
charity. The old bitterness was re-
vived among neighbors who had for-
gotten the enmities of doctrine and
where there had been peace, discord
came. It was at this time that the
letter found in the attic chest was writ-
ten, rebuking the proselytism of the
rich citizen and, with words which left
nothing to be imagined, gave the fan-
atical defender of the old faith the as-
surance that he must moderate his zeal
or increase his toleration. He was a
zealot, who, had he been less noble,
and had more power, would have made
an ideal persecutor; but he had ever
been masterful, self-assertive, with a
pride of opinion which could not con-
ceive that any faith save his own could
be of God. And yet he was generous
to other churches, so be it they were
of type evangelical. He was only illib-
eral to liberalism. He was the friend
of temperance and education, one of
the founders and trustees of Amherst
College, when it was created as a bul-
wark for the defence of historic Ortho-
doxy. He built beside his home the
Hillside Chapel, which for many years
was the center of Orthodoxy for the
region, furnishing it at large cost, es-
tablishing many of the features of the
later institutional church, and making
it one of the most tasteful and beauti-
ful churches in New England. At the
formation of the American Tract So-
ciety, he was elected its president,
serving seventeen years with dis-
tinguished ability and success. He
was its largest benefactor in its days
of poverty.
His house was made notable among
the country homes of Massachusetts.
Furniture and curios brought from
France adorned it, and to this home
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Lafayette came in 1824, receiving a
hospitality which was almost regal.
His business activity did not cease. He
reorganized the mills in which he had
investments, made purchases of stock
and land and removing to New York
engaged in trade. But in 1841, his
life long prosperity began to ebb and
did not cease until the man of wealth
was made poor. In his poverty,
however, he was still the man of faith,
repining not at his hard fortune, wish-
ing back no gift that he had made,
grateful for the mercies which had
come to him in earlier years and the
faith that taught him that life does not
consist in the abundance of things one
has. He died in Elizabeth, New Jer-
sey, in 1865, and is there buried.
The religious enmities of his period
have passed away. Beneath the elm
bordered roads of Lancaster and Bol-
ton, the neighbors dwell, holding their
differing beliefs, but holding them in
tolerant affection. The Hillside
Chapel was burned long ago, and the
curious traveler can only with diffi-
culty, from the alien people who toil
around it, learn its site. But some-
where in the life of the community
which has run out to the ends of the
earth have been lodged the gracious
influences of the faith which was nur-
tured there.
Still stands on the Bolton road the
old house of Sampson Wilder. It is
christened "Rosenvec," and is the resi-
dence of J. Wyman Jones of New York,
Its name is an anagram composed from
the maiden name, Converse, of Mrs.
Jones. There are few finer examples
of the colonial architecture in New
England. Modernized, it yet keeps
the old type. The additions are in
keeping with the original, and all the
new decorations repeat the faultless
lines which exist in the unchanged por-
tion. It has forty rooms, furnished
with the richest furniture, yet colonial
in style : a bedstead which once was in
a French palace in the period of the
Empire is in the room of Lafayette;
and a taste intelligent and refined has
kept the old form, while it has given
to it the animation and spirit of the
new and better age. The old clock,
which has measured the flight of gen-
erations, swings its pendulum within
the hall, and countless nooks and
graces of architectural design tell how
wise and resourceful were the old
builders, who, two hundred years ago,
erected the New England mansions.
But changed as is the old house, there
is the same landscape that was there
when Lafayette came to be entertained
by the prince of commerce, although
the elms cast broader shadows and the
forests have crept away from the mead-
ows. Herds of nobler breed feed on
the pasture slopes and within house
and stable are luxuries which were in-
accessible, even to wealth, in the long
ago. But still the sunset paints the
old-time colors on the western skies,
and, rising in majesty, not far away,
stands Wachusett, while, dimly out-
lined in the distance, rises Monad-
nock, the unchanging monarch of the
New England mountains.
Roger Williams and the Plantations
at Providence
By E. J. Carpenter
U
A
STATUE," says Addison,
"lies hid in a block of
marble, and the art of the
statuary only clears away
the superflous matter and removes the
rubbish." About the life and name of
Roger Williams, as they appear to the
eye of the ordinary observer, is heaped
a mass of debris, obscuring from sight
the man himself, in his true propor-
tions. Even history, as it is written
to-day, sheds upon him a light, some-
times too roseate, sometimes too pale,
as he stands upon the world's stage;
and his contemporaries, too, come on in
ghostly fashion, in form often distorted
and misjudged.
It shall be my task to clear away,
so far as may be possible, some of the
rubbish which surrounds this man, and
to turn upon him the true light of his-
torical record.
Of the early life of Roger Williams,
before his appearance in this country,
we know but little. We do not even
know the date of his birth; and what
manner of man he was, in bodily pres-
ence, none can say. Tradition, always
unreliable, has said that Wales was his
native country. Recent genealogical
researches in London by Mr. Henry F.
Waters, in behalf of the New England
Historic-Genealogical Society, lead to
the belief, however, that he was born in
that city ; that his father, who died in
September, 1620, was named John
Williams; that his mother, who died in
August, 1634, was named Alice; and
that he had two brothers, Sydrach and
Robert by name, and one sister, named
Catharine, who was the wife of Ralph
Wightman.
In a legal document, executed in
1679, Roger Williams records himself
as "being now near to four-score years
of age." It would appear, then, that
he was born at the opening of the sev-
enteenth century. He must, then, have
been not far from thirty years of age,
when he set sail from Bristol, England,
in the ship Lyon, in the winter of 1630.
The records of the Charter House
show that he was admitted a student
June 25, 1 62 1. He was matriculated
a pensioner of Pembroke College, Ox-
ford, in July, 1625, and he was gradu-
ated with the degree of Bachelor of
Arts, in January, 1627. We know
that in his youth he had attracted the
attention of Edmund Coke, and it is
probable that he was, in some meas-
ure, the protege of that eminent man.
This brief record is all that we know,
certainly, of the life of Roger Will-
iams, until the ship Lyon, aforesaid,
appeared off Nantasket, in February,
1 63 1. His wife Mary is recorded as
having been a passenger in the same
ship. That she was then a bride is not
improbable; for the first child of this
couple, of whom we have any record,
and who bore her mother's name,
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354 ROGER WILLIAMS AND THE PROVIDENCE PLANTATIONS
Mary, was born at Plymouth, as Will-
iams himself records, "ye first weeke
in August, 1633. "
We may be sure that Williams, be-
fore leaving England had been ad-
mitted to orders in the English church,
or, at least, had been a student of the-
ology; for Winthrop records his ar-
rival as that of "a godly minister." It
would appear, however, that, although
he made his first home among the peo-
ple of Massachusetts Bay, his sympa-
thies were more in accord with the
Pilgrims of Plymouth, than with the
Puritans of the Bay.
It is well to remember that while the
Plymouth colonists were Separatists, or
"Brownists," the Puritans of the Bay
colony were simply non-conformists. In
this fact, and in the sympathy of Will-
iams with the first named of these two
classes, we may find the key to much,
in the conduct of Williams, which is
otherwise difficult to understand.
Even from the moment of his ar-
rival, this extraordinary man displayed
his unique personality. He was, — so
he himself records in a letter to John
Cotton, junior, in 1671, — offered the
position of teacher of the First Church
in Boston, as the successor of the Rev.
John Wilson ; but this invitation he re-
fused. "Being unanimously chosen
teacher at Boston/' he writes to the
younger Cotton, "(before your dear
father came, divers years), I consci-
entiously refused and withdrew to
Plymouth, because I durst not officiate
to an unseparated people, as, upon ex-
amination and conference, I found
them to be."
But we soon have evidence that, even
among his Separatist friends in Ply-
mouth, whither he soon removed, he
exhibited evidences of erratic judg-
ment. In his "History of the Plymouth
Plantation/' Governor Bradford makes
this record :
"Mr. Roger Williams (a man godly and
zealous, having many precious parts, but
very unsettled in judgmente) came over
first to ye Massachusetts, but upon some
discontente left yt place and came hither,
(wher he was friendly entertained, accord-
ing to their poore abilitie,) and exercised
his gift amongst them, and after some time
was admitted a member of ye church, and
his teaching well approved for ye benefite
whereof I still blese God, and am thankful
to him, even for his sharpest admonitions
and reproufs, so farr as they agreed with
truth. He this year (1633) begane to fall
into some Strang oppinions and from opin-
ion to practise, which caused some contro-
versie between ye church and him, and in
ye end some discontente on his parte, by
occasion whereof he left them something
abruptly. But he soon fell into more things
ther, both to their and ye governments
troble and disturbance. I shall not need to
name particulars, they are too well knowen
now to all, though for a time ye church
here wente under some hard censure by his
occasion, from some that afterwards smart-
ed themselves. But he is to be pitied and
prayed for, and so I shall leave ye matter,
and desire ye Lord to shew him his errors,
and reduse him into ye way of truth, and
give him a settled judgment and constancie
in ye same; for I hope he belongs to ye
Lord and yt he will shew him mercie."
For a time Williams remained at
Plymouth as an assistant to Rev. Ralph
Smith, and busied himself in the study
of the language of the natives. His
"Key to the Languages of America,"
published some years later in Eng-
land, shows the results of this close
and arduous study.
But, as Governor Bradford has al-
ready intimated to us, he found the
Plymouth people not altogether con-
genial, and, near the close of the year
1633 we find him at Salem. Here he
ROGER WILLIAMS AND THE PROVIDENCE PLANTATIONS 355
again began to promulgate the same,
or other "strang oppinions," which
had so disturbed the brethren of the
Bay and of the Plymouth colony. First
and chief of these was the opinion con-
cerning separation. He was a young
man, as we have seen, and his reproof
of the Boston church, that they should
still continue in fellowship in the
church of England was, perhaps, not
meekly received by such men as Win-
throp, Bellingham and Haynes, — men
accustomed to advise and direct oth-
ers, and not to receive dictation and
reproof from the mouth of a stripling.
But to this "strang oppinion" he now
added a second. He made a fierce on-
slaught upon the validity, from an
ethical point of view, of the King's
patent. He did not, perhaps, deny the
legal right of the king to grant a pat-
ent to lands in America, the property of
the English crown by right of discov-
ery; for such a denial would, no doubt,
have been regarded as open treason.
But it was his contention, constantly
and continuously made, at Plymouth,
at Boston, and at Salem, that from the
Indians alone could rightfully have
been obtained a fee to the land upon
which stood the homes of the settlers.
While at Plymouth, this was one of
the chief of his "strang oppinions." He
prepared an elaborate treatise which,
as Winthrop records, disputed "their
right to the lands they possessed here
and concluded that, claiming by the
King's grant, they could have no titfe,
nor otherwise, except they compound-
ed with the natives." It charged King
James with lying and blasphemy and
declared that all "lye under a sinne of
unjust usurpation upon others posses-
sions."
It would appear that the existence
of this treatise was not known to the
magistrates of the Bay until January,
1634. At all events, his teachings did
not become actually obnoxious until
that time, when the governor and as-
sistants demanded the surrender of the
paper. It does not appear that it was
ever put into print and circulated
among the people. But, nevertheless,
Williams submitted to the court and
offered his treatise to be burned. The
magistrates were disposed to treat his
offense with leniency and readily
passed it over, with the understanding
that it should not be repeated. The
colony, just at this period, as we shall
presently see, was passing through
troublous times, and the magistrates,
doubtless felt that they could not af-
ford to allow any teachings which
should present the slightest appear-
ance of disloyalty to the English
crown. But, notwithstanding this
broad hint of the magistrates, Will-
iams, still at Salem, soon recommenced
with renewed vigor to promulgate his
"strang oppinions." Now he vigor-
ously urged the doctrines of the Sepa-
ratists; now he inveighed furiously
against the King's patent ; now he
created a theological ferment over the
matter of the wearing of veils by wo-
men ; now he insisted with equal fer-
vency that one "should not pray nor
commune with an unregenerate person,
even though it be his own wife or
child."
That Williams attained a consider-
able degree of popularity among the
people of Salem is made certain from
the fact that he was made an assistant
to Rev. Samuel Skelton, although he
declined to be formally inducted into
the office of teacher.
In the winter of 1634, it again came
3^6 ROGER WILLIAMS AND THE PROVIDENCE PLANTATIONS
to the ears of the magistrates that the
obnoxious political doctrines were still
taught at Salem. Williams, they
learned, had, in effect, retracted his
submission to the authority of the
court, was openly and violently attack-
ing the validity of the King's patent
and was declaring the English
churches to be anti-Christian. When
one recalls that the English Establish-
ment and the British State were, as
now, inextricably mingled, and that an
attack upon the one was regarded by
the home government as sedition as
well as heresy, the anxiety of the mag-
istrates of the Bay will be appreciated.
John Cotton begged forbearance, be-
lieving that Williams's course arose
from scruple of conscience, and not
from seditious principle. And so it
was resolved to bear yet a while longer
with this contentious young man, with
the hope that he would come into a bet-
ter understanding.
Meanwhile the fear became general
that, through the teachings of Williams
and others of his way of thinking, a
sentiment of disloyalty was slowly, but
steadily, creeping in among the people.
It was then that the practice of admin-
istering an oath of loyalty to the free-
men of the colony was established. Here
again Williams found food for his con-
tentious disposition, and he violently
attacked this new departure. "It is
not lawful," he urged, and urged with
vehemence, "that an oath should be ad-
ministered to an unregenerate per-
son."
Meanwhile Rev. Mr. Skelton, the
minister of the church at Salem, had
died, and in 1635 Williams had so far
won over this people to his peculiar
views, that it was proposed to ordain
him as Mr. Skelton's successor. Then
it was that the magistrates of the Bay
rose up in their indignation and wrath.
Already it had been reported to the
King's Council for New England that
seditious teachings were not only tol-
erated, but encouraged, in the settle-
ments, and the fate of the colony hung
in the balance. A demand for the pro-
duction of the charter had actually
been made. The governor and magis-
trates, if ordered to appear before the
council, would not be able to declare
that such reports concerning their
teachings were false. Endicott, al-
ways impulsive and intense, inspired
by the teachings of Williams, had mu-
tilated the English Standard by cut-
ting out the cross — beyond question a
treasonable act. His rash deed was,
it is true, repudiated by the colony, for,
on May 6, 1635, the records of the
General Court contain this entry :
"The commissioners chosen to consider
of the act of Mr. Endicott concerning the
coirs att Salem did reporte to the court that
they apprehend he had offended therein
many wayes, in rashness, uncharitableness.
indiscrecon, & exceeding the lymitts of his
calling; whereupon the court hath sensured
him to be sadly admonished for his offense,
well accordingly hee was, & also disin-
abled for beareing any office in the comon
wealth, for the space of a year next ensue-
ing."
Williams, too, must be dealt with,
and so, in July, 1635, formal charges
were brought against him in the Gen-
eral Court. He was cited to appear
and answer to these grave charges, and
for the reason that, "being under
question for divers dangerous opin-
ions," he had "been called as teacher
of the church in Salem, in contempt of
authority."
The contentions of Williams, as re-
corded by himself in his pamphlet en-
ROGER WILLIAMS AND THE PROVIDENCE PLANTATIONS 357
titled "Mr. Cotton's Letter Examined
and Answered," were these:
"1. That we have not our land by patent
from the king, but that the natives are the
true owners of it, and that we ought to
repent of such a receiving it by patent.
"2. That it is not lawful to call a wicked
person to swear, to pray, as being actions
of God's worship.
"3. That it is not lawful to hear any of
the ministers of the Parish Assemblies in
England.
"4. That the civil magistrates' power
extends only to the bodies and goods and
outward state of men."
And Mr. Williams adds:
"I acknowledge the particulars were
rightly summed up."
Williams appeared before the court
and a long and earnest discussion was
held, touching all the points at issue,
but especially the first three — the ques-
tion of the King's patent, the oath,
and of separation. He was now not in
the least disposed to submit to the au-
thority or opinions of the magistrates,
but remained firm in the positions
which he had taken. Matters of minor
importance were adhered to as rigidly
as were those of greater import. It
would appear to have been a serious
defect in Mr. Williams's mental con-
stitution, that he was unable to com-
prehend the relative importance of
matters of his contention. He appar-
ently regarded the question of the pro-
priety of wearing veils, as of equal im-
portance with that of the validity of
the King's patent.
Despite the vigorous remonstrances
of the magistrates, the church at Sa-
lem appeared to be upon the point of
putting into execution its plan of for-
mally inducting Mr. Williams into the
position of pastor. Resort must be
had to discipline and, that the church
might feel the weight of the court's
displeasure, a petition of the people of
Salem regarding the establishment of
their title to certain lands at Marble-
head Neck was denied, or, at least was
for the present held in abeyance.
Williams now assumed an aggres-
sive position and, at his instance, a
letter of remonstrance was addressed
by the Salem church to the other
churches of the colony, in which the
latter were urged to administer dis-
cipline to such of the magistrates as
were of their membership. The Salem
church, that is, would have its sister
churches force its magistrate members
to take certain desired action, upon
pain of church discipline for their re-
fusal. Williams, in short, sought to
use the ecclesiastical machinery to con-
trol the actions of the civil magistrates.
In brief, a full-fledged rebellion in
the colony was hatched, — a rebellion
which involved not only the ecclesiasti-
cal, but also the civil powers. The
strong arm of the magistrates must
put it down. The Salem church felt the
weight of the hands of the magis-
trates and weakened. Williams at-
tempted in vain to rally his supporters
and finally renounced communion with
them.
At the September session of the
General Court, 1635, the matter was
brought to issue. The records of the
colony of Massachusetts Bay, under
date of September 3, 1635, contain this
entry :
"Whereas Mr. Roger Williams, one of the
elders of the church at Salem, hath broached
and dyvulged dyvers newe and dangerous
opinions against the authoritie of magis-
trates as also writt Ires (letters) of de-
famacon, both of the magistrates and
churches here, and that before any
conviccon, and yet maintaineth the
same without retraccon, it is therefore or-
358 ROGER WILLIAMS AND THE PROVIDENCE PLANTATIONS
dered, that the said Mr. Williams shall dept
out of this jurisdiccon within six weekes
nowe nexte ensueing, wch if hee neglect to
pforme, it shalbe lawfull for the Gouvr and
two of the magistrates to send him to some
place out of this jurisdiccon, not to returne
any more without licence from the Court."
But Williams did not at once obey
the order of the court. He lingered
for a time and, later, was seized with
illness, which we have no right to as-
sume was not real and which prevented
his departure. His sentence was not
pressed, and the authorities decided
among themselves that, since the win-
ter was fast approaching, the sentence
should be suspended until spring. But
it will be readily understood that this
clemency was extended upon the im-
plied, if not upon the actually ex-
pressed, condition, that he should cease
his contentious opposition to the estab-
lished order of the colony. With this
condition, however, Williams failed to
comply; and when it became known
that at secret gatherings, at his own
house at Salem, he was still promulgat-
ing his views, and sowing dissensions
among the people, it was resolved that
the power delegated by the court to the
governor and two of the magistrates
should be forthwith exercised. It was
determined to send him to England, by
a ship that was about to sail. A con-
stable was dispatched in a small sloop
to Salem, to arrest him and bring him
to Boston for deportation.
It was now January, 1636; but, not-
withstanding the inclemency of the
season Williams, when he was apprised
of the approach of the officer, fled into
the wilderness and thus avoided cap-
ture. To have consented to return to
England would have been but to sub-
mit to the frustration of his plans of
life. Tt was, without doubt, his in-
tention to become a missionary to the
Indians. It is not to be supposed that
his close study of the language of the
natives was followed simply from love
of philology. We have been accus-
tomed to regard John Eliot as the
great apostle of Christianity to trr:
Indians, and his fame as such has ob-
scured that of Williams, who was cer-
tainly his precursor. John Eliot trans-
lated the Scriptures into the Indian
tongue, but doubtless in that literary
effort he derived much assistance from
Williams's "Key to the Native Lan-
guages of America," a volume, today,
of the greatest antiquarian interest.
"My sole desire," are Williams's own
written words, "was to do the natives
good." And to this end, he continues :
"God was pleased to give me a painful,
patient spirit, to lodge with them in
their filthy, smoky holes, even while
I lived at Plymouth and Salem, to gain
their tongue."
To have submitted to be sent to Eng-
land, would have been but to renounce
his intention of and desire for mis-
sionary endeavor. Of his own free
choice, therefore, he left the settlement,
leaving behind him his wife Mary, and
his daughters, Mary and Freeborne,
the last an infant of two months. He
fled into the wilderness and, in his own
recorded words, it was "a sorrowful
winter flight," for he was "severely tost
for 14 weekes, not knowing what bread
or bed did mean."
These weeks were, beyond doubt,
passed among his friends, the Indians,
still lodging in their "filthy, smoky
holes." The few remarkable words
just quoted are almost the entire record
of these weeks of wandering. "I
turned my course from Salem into
these parts," he wrote, "wherein I may
ROGER WILLIAMS AND THE PROVIDENCE PLANTATIONS 339
say Peniel, that is, I have seen the face
of God." We only know with cer-
tainty that in the spring of 1636 he be-
gan "to build and plant" at Seekonk,
within the limits of the present town of
Rehoboth. He had hardly become set-
tled here, in company with five friends,
who had joined their fortunes with his,
when he received a gentle intimation
from the Plymouth colony, that he had
settled within the territory covered by
its patent. Unwilling to come into
conflict with his Plymouth brethren,
he resolved to migrate, and he con-
sulted with Winthrop, who was ever
his friend, concerning a place of settle-
ment. The governor directed his at-
tention to the head waters of Narra-
gansett Bay, as a situation without the
boundaries of both the Plymouth and
the Bay colonies, and within the terri-
tory of Canonicus and Miantunnomi,
the chieftains who had manifested a
friendly disposition toward Williams.
Therefore we find him in June, 1636,
embarked, with his followers, in a ca-
noe, paddling down the waters of the
Seekonk.
Upon the bank at one point was a
large rock of blue slate whereon stood
a group of friendly Indians. These
saluted the party as it passed with the
cry "What cheer? Netop!" Williams
acknowledged the friendly salutation
and continued to drift down the bosom
of the river to its mouth.
His voyage was short, and, with this
exception, uneventful; but this inci-
dent served to supply the city of Provi-
dence, which was incorporated nearly
two hundred years after, with its mot-
to: "What Cheer!" which today it
bears upon its seal.
Rounding the promontory, now
bearing the names of Fox Point and
India Point, and entering the northern
estuary of Narrangansett Bay, Will-
iams and his followers disembarked at
the confluence of the Woonasquatucket
and the Mooshaussic rivers, where was
a great spring of sweet water. Here
he made his settlement, which, in rec-
ognition of the Divine guidance which
had brought him and his company
safely to this haven of rest, he called
Providence.
It was, doubtless, far from the in-
tention of Roger Williams to found a
new colony, when he departed from
Massachusetts, or, even when he set-
tled at Providence. His intent, beyond
doubt, was to found merely a mission-
ary station. But, one by one, impelled
by various considerations, others came
to join his company, until the little
settlement contained fully a dozen fam-
ilies. A large tract of land was given
to Williams by the friendly sachems, in
token of their kindly feelings toward
him.
So large had the settlement now be-
come that some form of government
was necessary. And here we come to
the narration of what must be regard-
ed as the most important political event
of the age in which it occurred, — the
establishment of a commonwealth, the
corner stone of which was a principle,
now become the foundation of Ameri-
can political life. Here was founded
a state, the basis of which was the idea
of an entire separation of the religious
and the civil powers. It was some-
thing new in political procedure ; it was
an experiment based wholly upon a
theory. But it was an experiment, the
success of which has been so broad and
so grand that its feeble beginning at
the head waters of the Narrangansett
has well-nigh been forgotten. Very
360 ROGER WILLIAMS AND THE PROVIDENCE PLANTATIONS
brief, yet strangely significant, are the
words of the compact into which this
handful of colonists entered :
"We whose names are hereunder desirous
to inhabitt in ye towne of Providence, do
promise to subject ourselves in active or
passive obedience to all such orders 01
agreements as shall be made for publick
good of our body in an orderly way, by the
major consent of the present inhabitants
maisters of families incorporated together
into a towne fellowship and others whome
they shall admitt unto them only in civill
things."
It is not the purpose of this paper to
trace the history of the Plantations at
Providence through the turbulent
years which followed. The colony was
founded upon a political idea fully two
hundred years in advance of its day ;
and the very liberality of its foundation
was a temptation to anarchy. The
colony, in later years, was refused ad-
mission to the New England confeder-
acy upon the ground that it had no
stable government of its own ; and even
after Roger Williams, in 1643, re-
turned from England, bearing the char-
ter of the colony, which he had so-
licited and obtained from the Long
Parliament, it was difficult to control
the various conflicting elements in this
remarkable body politic.
Let us, however, pause here in the
historic narrative and return to the
discussion of Williams, his banish-
ment and its causes, first considering
the political status of the Bay colony,
at the time of the advent of Williams,
and during his career in the colony.
This condition cannot be more fully
understood than by consulting the re-
markable record left us by John Win-
throp. In his diary, known as his
"History of New England," under
date of 1633 we find this entry:
"By these ships (Mary and Jane) we un-
derstood that Sir Christopher Gardiner
and Thomas Morton and Philip Ratcliffe
(who had been punished here for their mis-
demeanors) had petitioned to the king and
council against us, (being set on by Sir
Ferdinando Gorges and Capt. Mason, who
had begun a plantation at Pascataquack, and
aimed at the general government of New
England for their agent there, Capt. Neal.)
TI12 petition was of many sheets of paper,
and contained many false accusations (and
among them some truths misrepeated) ac-
cusing us to intend rebellion, to have cast
off our allegiance and to be wholly separate
from the church and laws of England; that
our ministers and people did continually
rail against the state, church and bishops
there, etc."
Who were Sir Christopher Gardi-
ner, and Thomas Morton, and Philip
Ratcliffe? History has recorded the
efforts of Sir Ferdinand to form set-
tlements in New England, and of his
humiliating failure.
Too great a digression would be
necessary to follow the fortunes of
Gorges and of his son Robert, and, af-
terward, of his son John, in their ef-
forts to found settlements in the New
World. All these efforts signally
failed, and the ambition of Sir Ferdi-
nando, who had fondly imagined him-
self the Governor General of a great and
prosperous colony, or chain of colonies,
fell into nothingness. When, there-
fore, the settlements of John White
and his little company, at Cape Ann ; of
Roger Conant and John Endicott and
their followers at Salem ; and of John
Winthrop and his friends at Charles-
town, and later at Boston, bade fair to
take firm root and to grow luxuriant-
ly in American soil, what wonder that
Gorges felt pangs of jealousy. When,
too, King Charles chose to ignore the
Council for New England, which his
father had chartered nine years before,
ROGER WILLIAMS AND THE PROVIDENCE PLANTATIONS 361
and granted a charter to the colony of
Massachusetts Bay, empowering the
colonists to settle within the limits of
his grant, his anger was stirred within
him. "The whole proceeding," writes
Charles Francis Adams, "could not but
have been extremely offensive to
Gorges. * * * * In any case,
from that time forward, however he
might dissemble and by speech or let-
ter pretend to seek its welfare, the in-
fant colony had to count Sir Ferdi-
nando Gorges as its most persistent
and, as the result soon showed, its most
dangerous enemy."
So much for Sir Ferdinand and his
attitude toward the colony, still in its
infancy. Sir Christopher Gardiner's
was a character which made but little
impress upon the life of the colony.
He appeared suddenly, in New Eng-
land, builded him a house upon the
banks of the Neponset, not far from its
mouth, and dwelt there in apparent in-
offensiveness. Yet a female member
of his household occupied an equivocal
position, scandalizing the severe Puri-
tan morality of the age and place ; and
advices from England proved that two
wives had, in turn, been deserted by
him. Moreover, he was believed, and
no doubt with truth, to be an agent or
spy in the pay of Gorges. The resolve
of the magistrates of Massachusetts
Bay, therefore, was that he must re-
turn to England and, accordingly, he
was deported. Ample authority for
this action was granted in the charter.
Of Thomas Morton of Merry
Mount, history and romance have
made a broader record. Every his-
torian of Massachusetts has fully set
forth the story of Morton, whose an-
tics about the May pole of Merry
Mount, in company with his "lassies in
beaver coats," scandalized the Puri-
tan brethren across the Bay. But the
chief of his offences was his persist-
ence in supplying the Indians with
firearms and ammunition, to the great
alarm of the colonists. When, there-
fore, he refused to be admonished and
to turn from his evil courses, he too
was deported and his dwelling burned.
Of Philip Ratcliffe, the last of this
precious trio, the record says but little.
We know him to have been a resident
of Salem, who uttered "mallitious and
scandalous speeches against the gov-
ernment and the church," and who
thus came in violent contact with En-
dicott ; a man irascible and hot-headed,
and never noted for charitableness.
Wliatever may have been Ratcliffe's
exact offence, which does not appear,
he was sentenced to be whipped, to
have his ears cropped, to pay a fine of
forty pounds, and to be banished from
the colony. He, too, was sent back to
England ; and so here we have three
formidable enemies of the colony, em-
bittered by what they regarded as per-
sonal ill-treatment, and led on by
Gorges, whose life was now devoted to
the disruption and disturbance of those
who seemed about to succeed upon the
ground where he had failed.
The efforts of these enemies of
the colony came to naught. But
they did not cease their exertions, with
the first failure. A few months later,
in February, 1634, a second complaint
was entered, and an order was issued
to Governor Craddock, by the Privy
Council, for the production of the char-
ter. Craddock, who was then in Eng-
land, and who, in fact, never went to
America, returned answer that the
charter had been delivered to Mr. En-
dicott. and that it was then in New
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England. He was instructed to com-
municate with Endicott and to direct
him to send the charter to England.
A month later, intelligence came to
the magistrates and the people of the
colony, that the king had appointed a
high commission, consisting of two
archbishops and ten others of the
Privy Council to regulate all planta-
tions, with power to call in patents,
make laws, raise tithes and portions for
ministers, remove and punish govern-
ors, hear and determine all causes and
inflict punishments, even death.
In September, 1634, the General
Court assembled, and to it the demand
for the production of the charter was
presented, as well as a copy of the
commission. The alarm of the colon-
ists was now undisguised. But the
American spirit displayed itself, the
same spirit that one hundred and forty
years later, was fully aroused at Con-
cord, and at Bunker Hill. Fortifica-
tions were thrown up at various points,
and a beacon was erected upon the
summit of the highest of the three
peaks, within the limits of the settle-
ment, by means of which an alarm
might be given to the people of the
surrounding country, in case of inva-
sion. Hence we have today the name
of Beacon Hill.
Winthrop, after recording the ef-
forts of the colony's enemies, here re-
counted, adds : "The Lord frustrated
their designs." Nevertheless, this was
a critical period in the history of the
colony. Its very existence was threat-
ened. Enemies, bitter enemies, at
court, were struggling hard for its
overthrow, and the assertions upon
which these enemies were founding
their appeals to the crown, were not
wholly without foundation. Winthrop
records, as we have seen, that their
statements included "some truths mis-
repeated;" and also the assertion
made that the ministers of the colony
were, in effect, teaching sedition. In
spirit we know that these charges were
false ; in word we know that they were
true, for, as we have already seen,
Roger Williams was busily and per-
sistently engaged, in spite of repeated
warnings and of strong opposition, in
promulgating the very political doc-
trines, with the teaching of which the
Boston clergy stood charged.
The settlers of Massachusetts Bay
could not be possessed with another
feeling than one of alarm, when they
became aware of these efforts for their
destruction. The effect of these ef-
forts they could do but little to avert;
but it did lie in their power to silence
the intestine enemy, whose contentions
gave excellent color to the charges of
their enemies abroad. And hence, re-
lying upon the permissive clause in
their charter, which had already been
made operative in the cases of Gardi-
ner, Morton, Ratcliffe, and nearly a
score of similar offenders, it was re-
solved to send Williams away.
Following thus closely the record of
history we have failed to find color for
the prevalent idea, that Roger Will-
iams was banished from Masssachu-
setts Bay for the offense of preaching
the doctrine of religious liberty. We
have failed to find in him a martyr;
and the words of Charles Francis
Adams, in which the expulsion of
Williams is compared to the dragging
of Garrison about the streets of Bos-
ton, with a rope about his neck, for
the offence of preaching the freedom
of the slave, must be read with nothing
less than amazement.
ROGER WILLIAMS AND THE PROVIDENCE PLANTATIONS 363
That astute historical student, Dr,
Diman, has said: "To upbraid the Pur-
itans as unrelenting persecutors, or to
extol Roger Williams as a martyr to
the cause of religious liberty, is equally
wide of the real fact."
Search as closely as one may, the
effort to find a record that this idea had
been made prominent in his teachings,
prior to his settlement at Providence,
must result in failure. The Separatist
idea was abhorred alike by church-
man and Puritan. The attack upon
the patent, the constitution of the col-
ony itself, the very root and ground-
work of its political and social fabric,
as Professor Fisher explains, "opened
the prospect of a collision with the
English authorities, who would be
ready enough to take notice of proofs
of disloyalty in the Puritan colony.'5
The opposition to the freeman's oath,
as Diman insists, "cut at the roots of
the theocratic system already firmly
planted"; and this, adds Professor
Fisher, "was at a time when the ad-
ministration of this oath was deemed
essential to the safety of the colony."
"The judgment (the act of banish-
ment) "was vindicated," says Ban-
croft, "not as a restraint on freedom
of conscience, but because the applica-
tion of the new doctrine to the con-
struction of the patent, to the discipline
of the churches, and to the 'oaths for
making tryall of the fidelity of the
people,' seemed about 'to subvert the
fundamental state and government of
the country.' "
Of the banishment of Williams, says
Diman: "It was the ordinary method
by which a corporate body would deal
with those whose presence no longer
seemed desirable. Conceiving them-
selves to be, by patent, the exclusive
possessors of the soil, soil which they
had purchased for the accomplishment
of their personal and private ends, the
colonists never doubted their compe-
tency to fix the terms on which others
should be allowed to share in their un-
dertaking."
But, although it cannot successfully
be contended that Roger Williams was
driven forth from the colony of Mas-
sachusetts Bay, for his advocacy of the
cause of "soul liberty," that he subse-
quently became the great apostle of
that idea cannot be successfully de-
nied. John Cotton said of his removal
from Massachusetts, that "it was not
banishment but enlargement." "Had
he remained in Massachusetts," says
Diman, "he would only be remembered
as a godly, but contentious, Puritan
divine. Removed, for a time, from
the heated atmosphere of controversy,
he first saw, in its true proportions, the
great principle which has shed endur-
ing lustre on his name."
Williams had been, it is not to be
doubted, somewhat under the Dutch
influence and the doctrine of religious
toleration there undoubtedly had its
rise. But though Roger Williams may
not have been the original discoverer
of the idea of religious toleration, he
so far improved upon it, that he was
certainly entitled to claim it as his own.
For Williams insisted upon far more
than simple toleration. It was his con-
tention, and upon this idea was his col-
ony founded, that the right to prescribe
the form of worship or the faith of
the worshipper rests, in no sense, with
the civil power; that the religious and
the civil powers are utterly and wholly
distinct and are in no manner interde-
pendent. It was upon this broad foun-
dation that the government of the
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Plantations at Providence was builded.
"For the first time in history," wrote
Diman, "a form of government was
adopted which drew a clear and unmis-
takable line between the temporal and
the spiritual power ; and a community
came into being which was an anomaly
among the nations."
In the year 1644 was published in
London a treatise from the pen of
Roger Williams, to which he gave the
title : "The Bloudy Tenent of Persecu-
tion." Therein we read a sentiment
differing in no essential degree from a
similar utterance in the Virginia dec-
laration of rights, adopted one hun-
dred and thirty-two years after.
A little later, this opinion, broached
by Roger Williams in 1644, and reit-
erated by Madison more than a cen-
tury after, became the agreed opinion
of the American colonies as expressed
in their Declaration of Independence.
Roger Williams was, without doubt,
erratic, and so, indeed, was Wendell
Phillips, and so are nearly all great re-
formers. The character of Williams
presents also in some degree, the ele-
ment of inconsistency. While we find
him vigorously and continuously in-
veighing against the validity of the
king's patent, and, in effect, accusing
his fellow-settlers of the theft of the
land upon which their dwellings and
farms stood, he himself was the owner
of a dwelling and lot in the village of
Salem. We know that this property
he mortgaged to raise money with
which to purchase gifts for his Indian
friends; and the fee of the property
was acquired, no one will deny, from
a white settler, from whom he pur-
chased it.
Governor Bradford has already been
quoted as declaring Williams to be a
man "unsettled in judgment." This
characterization, perhaps, is the most
just which students of his life and ca-
reer will adopt. Whimsical, erratic,
unwilling to submit to the guidance, or
to listen to the advice of his elders,
stubborn in the advocacy of his ideas.
unable to distinguish cieariy between
the trivial and the important, we find
him in the earlier years of his career.
Later, we recognize in him qualities
which stamp him, if not as the greatest,
yet certainly as the most progressive
statesman of the age in which he
lived.
My Dream Garden
By Edith R. Blanchard
DEAR love, my love, though long since lost to me,
Though by another's side you live the dreams
We dreamt we'd live together, long ago,
You are mine still, and I have made for you
A garden from whose gates you may not go.
Green walls of mem'ry keep you captive, love,
The trysting-tree you have forgot is there,
Old-fashioned roses by the pathway bloom
Unfading, since you loved them in the past,
And laden with a vaguely sweet perfume.
You are not lonely in your garden, love,
For every night, when dreary tasks are done,
I come to meet you in the same old place,
To hold you unresisting in my arms,
And feel your kiss of welcome on my face.
The moon, aswing amid the jasmine vine,
Smiles down upon you in your quaint white gown,
Till from your arms and breast the rose blush dies,
Melts to the silver of the lily's bloom.
Ah, love, the moonlight shining in your eyes !
The bold night breezes wanton in your hair,
They fling its maddening fragrance in my face,
Till I, from whom fate drew all love apart,
I fold you in these empty, longing arms
And crush you yielding to my lonely heart.
But ah, from that dear garden, yours and mine,
Harsh voices call me, cruel visions come,
Old shadows shut me from the joys inside.
Once more I lose you, as I lost you then,
Once more that other claims you as his bride.
So, when at last the great white stranger comes,
And midst the gloom I feel him press my hand,
This, as he bends above me, I shall say,
Dear Death, I care not for the courts of gold,
But lead me to my garden, there to stay.
S6S
The Pennsylvania Germans
By Lucy Forney Bittinger
THE ignorance concerning the
Pennsylvania Germans on
the part of English-speaking
people is so deep and wide-
spread that I have thought an account
of them and how they came to emigrate
to this country, so distant from their
home and so alien to their language
and government might result in a bet-
ter understanding of an uncompre-
hended people.
The Pennsylvania Germans are the
descendants of the German and Swiss
emigrants to this country who came
here between the time of the founding
of Pennsylvania in 1683 and the Revo-
lutionary war, and who formed a com-
munity homogeneous in blood, with
language, customs, religion and habits
of thought peculiar to itself and last-
ing unchanged for many years.
They were the only emigrants of any
Continental nation, who came here in
large numbers prior to the Revolution.
The causes for so large an emigration
from remote Germany naturally ex-
cite our inquiry. These causes were
two-fold. First in point of time and
importance, was a religious motive. The
worldly condition of the German peas-
ants and artisans, from which class the
emigrants chiefly came, formed a sec-
ondary and later cause.
The religious motive of the emi-
grants is well stated by Prof. Oswald
Seidensticker :
"Important as was the impetus which the
political conditions of Germany gave to'em-
366
igration, religious motives had a yet more
powerful influence. For a man will put up
with almost any injury sooner than an attack
upon matters of religion. Indeed, the Ger-
man emigration was in its causes, a parallel
to that of the Quakers and the New Eng-
land Puritans. In Germany, too, were sects,
which lived at enmity with the recognized
confessions and were bitterly persecuted.
At the end of the seventeenth century there
arose a reaction against the dead theology
of the churches, which endeavored after a
deeper comprehension of religious truth and
a closer following of the commands of
Christianity, and appeared, sometimes as
Pietism, sometimes as hypercritical Mystic-
ism. It manifested itself in all sorts of as-
cetic, "inspired," "awakened" conventicles,
not without degenerating into fanaticism.
For all these pious people, oppressed and
maltreated, Pennsylvania was an asylum, a
Pella, as Pastorius expresses it, where they
could cultivate their particular form of be-
lief and practice, without opposition. That
it was the jewel of religious freedom, which
lured the German emigrants by its glori-
ous rays to Pennsylvania, we have express
testimony. Let us hear what Christoph
Saur, himself a so-called sectary, a Dunker,
says about it : 'Pensilvanien is such a coun-
try as no one in the world ever heard 01
read of; many thousand people from Eu-
rope have gladly come hither just on ac-
count of the friendliness of the govern-
ment and the freedom of conscience. This
noble freedom is like a decoy-bird, which
shall first bring people to Pensilvanien
and when the good land gradually becomes
too narrow, people will go from here to
the neighboring English colonies and they
will be settled by many emigrants from
Germany, for Pensilvanien's sake.' "
And in Prof. Seidensticker's charm-
ing sketches, "Bilder aus der deutch-
pennsylvanischen Geschichte," he says :
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367
"Three confessions only, the Catholic,
the Lutherans and the Reformed, had ob-
tained, thro' the peace of Westphalia, the
right of existence in the German empire.
Whoever felt driven by conscientious con-
viction to express his creed in a different
form, to interpret the Bible differently, to
clothe his worship of God in a different
formula, — his life was made bitter by church
and state. Such unchurchly Christians, who
were violently opposed and unsparingly
persecuted, were very numerous in Ger-
many toward the end of the seventeenth
century. The inoffensive Mennonites found
only here and there a precarious toleration,
the God-fearing Schwenkfelder were obliged
to endure more revolting cruelty, even the
Pietists, Spener's devout followers, who
insisted only on a more ardent conception
of and conscientious practice of religion
in the Lutheran body, were regarded by the
formal church with suspicion, grossly slan-
dered, and denounced to the government
as dangerous innovators. The Mystics who
appeared in many forms among learned and
unlearned alike, they would have liked to
relegate to madhouses and jails."
The same writer, the highest author-
ity on Pennsylvania-German history,
thus describes with a rare union of ac-
curacy and eloquence, the conditions of
life in that part of Germany from
which most of the emigrants came :
"The causes which at this particular time,
the end of the seventeenth and beginning of
the eighteenth centuries, gave a powerful
impulse to the scarcely commenced emigra-
tion, are not far to seek. The Palatinate
and other parts of western Germany had
been for decades exposed to the plunderings
and burnings of the French. Strasburg be-
came their booty in 1681. With the year
1688 began a system of unexampled barbar-
ity. Cities and villages, among them Heid-
elberg, Speier, Worms, Kreuznach and
Mannheim, were laid in ashes, others ran-
somed by the extortion of considerable sums
of money; there was endless misery and
suffering; the dwellers in city or country
found from their Fatherland no protection,
from the uniformed robber-bands of Louis
XIV. no mercy. And after Johann Wil-
helm — bigotted and influenced by th«
Jesuits — came to the throne of the Palati-
nate in 1690, there was added religious in-
tolerance. The Protestants were treated
with unbearable contempt; the Huguenots
and Waldenses, who had emigrated there
under the Elector Karl, were forced to quit
the country, and betook themselves, some to
Prussia, some to America. But Johann
Wilhelm was exceeded by his successor,
Karl Philip, who made his Jesuit confessor,
Father Seedorf, Conference-Minister; and
in dissoluteness, pomp and extravagance,
vied with the French court. Of course, his
subjects must pay with their last penny for
the costly fancies of their prince. Even
when this ruler departed this life, times in
the Palatinate were not improved, for the
reign of Karl Theodor, which covered
nearly all the remainder of the century, was,
in the self-indulgence of the ruler, in bad
government, and in impoverishment of the
people, quite the most mischievous which
the heavily-visited Palatinate ever had to
bear. In other South-German principali-
ties, things were not much better. The
imitation of France, as contemptible as
costly, when every prince took pride in be-
ing a follower of Louis XIV., pressed heav-
ily on the subjects. This was particularly
the case in Wurtemberg, from which as
from the Palatinate, tho somewhat later,
wholesale emigrations to America took
place."
But you ask, how did these perse-
cuted Christians, these oppressed
peasants, come to know of the Pella be-
yond the seas. We answer, — through
the founder of Pennsylvania, William
Penn.
The Quaker apostle had made two
"religious journeys" into Germany be-
fore he came into possession of his
province of "Penn's woods." Among
the Mennonites, the Moravians, the
Pietists and the Mystics of the Rhine
country, Penn thought he found a soil
for the seed of Quakerism, and little
communities of "Friends" were gath-
ered in some places. Seidensticker has
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traced with the greatest care his jour-
neyings through Holland and the
Rheinland, now at an interview with a
royal abbess or the Pfalz-graf, now
"edifying the plain people of Krisheim
in a barn." But his journey in its main
aim was a failure. Quakerism in Ger-
many was an exotic which took no
root. Another result, undreamed of,
is the one which lives to this day.
Penn's journey made him acquainted
with a group of sectaries in Frankfort
— chiefly Pietists, men and women of
culture and rank — who, when he pub-
lished, in 1681, his "Account of the
Province of Pennsylvania in America,"
translated into German in the same
year as "Eine Nachricht von Pensil-
vanien," conceived the project of buy-
ing a tract of land there and emigrat-
ing in a body. But — strange are the
devious ways by which any human en-
terprise proceeds to its accomplish-
ment— not one of the Frankfort Com-
pany ever carried out their intention of
emigrating to the "Landschaft Pensil-
vanien." Perhaps the many ties which
bind cultivated people to the home and
society in which they were born, were
too strong to break. It was reserved
to a little company of linen-weavers in
Crefeld, mostly Mennonites, to be the
path-finders for that immense follow-
ing which in two generations made the
province of Pennsylvania half German
in population and left its impression
on parts of it to this day, which has
made the 16th of October an honored
"Forefather's Day" to many German-
Americans and the "Concord," — peace-
ful name, — as well-omened as the
English "Mayflower."
A good leader is half the battle in
such an enterprise as the Crefelders
had before them, and this indispensa-
ble man they found in Franz Daniel
Pastorius, the "Pennsylvania Pilgrim,"
whose sweet and sunny memory Whit-
tier has rescued from the oblivion of
two centuries. He was born in Som-
merhausen in 165 1. His family came
from Erfurt, whence his grandfather,
fleeing from the Swedes in the Thirty
Years' War, was caught in hiding
and so maltreated that he died. Pasto-
ius's father was a lawyer of some local
distinction in Windsheim. Franz Dan-
iel, his eldest son, studied at the univer-
sities of Jena and Altdorf, travelled ex-
tensively, and then went to Frankfort
to practise law. There he became ac-
quainted with the Pietist circle of
William Penn's friends who had
formed the Frankfort Company and in-
tended to emigrate to Pennsylvania in
search of religious freedom. They
persuaded Pastorius to become their
agent and precede them by a little — as
they thought — to their future home.
But when the Crefeld Mennonites came
instead, Pastorius assisted them, laid
out their town for them, and took up
his residence among them. His first
impressions of the City of Brotherly
Love were not very favorable. It con-
sisted of a few temporary cabins. "The
remainder," he says, "was forest and
undergrowth, wherein I several times
lost myself tho' at no great distance
from the shore. What an impression
such a city made upon me — who had
seen London, Paris, Amsterdam and
Ghent — I need not say." But he found
kindly friends there. Lloyd, afterwards
president of the Provincial Coun-
cil, and William Penn received him
with "loving friendliness," and Pasto-
rius notes that his first meeting with
the founder of Pennsylvania took place
the dav after his arrival, in "a tent
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made of fir-tree and chestnut boughs."
His first residence in Philadelphia he
thus describes : "I had previously built
a little house in Philadelphia, thirty
feet long and fifteen wide, with win-
dews which in the lack of glass I had
made out of oiled paper; above the
door I had written, 'Parva domus sed
arnica bonis procul este profani/
whereat our governor when he visited
me, burst out laughing and encour-
aged me to build further."
In a few weeks the emigrants ar-
rived in the Concord. They chose their
land and began their settlement, aided
by Pastorius. In the town records of
Germantown he gave to posterity a
quaint and circumstantial account of
all their proceedings. Before begin-
ning it, the spirit of prophecy descend-
ed upon the German pioneer, and in his
stately Latin he thus invokes pos-
terity (I give Whittier's poetic trans-
lation) :
Hail to posterity!
Hail, future men of Germanopolis !
Let the young generations yet to be
Look kindly upon this.
Think how your fathers left their native
land —
Dear German-land ! O sacred hearths and
homes ! —
And where the wild beast roams,
In patience planned
New forest homes beyond the mighty sea,
There undisturbed and free
To live as brothers of one family,
What pains and cares befell,
What trials and what fears,
Remember, and wherein we have done well
Follow our footsteps, men of coming years !
Where we have failed to do
Aright, or wisely live,
Be warned by us, the* better way pursue,
And, knowing we were human, even as you,
Pity us and forgive !
Farewell, Posterity!
Farewell, dear Germany !
Forevermore farewell!
The history of "Germanopolis,"
while it was literally
"the German town
Vvhere live High German people and Low
Dutch
Whose trade in weaving Linnen cloth is
much,"
is not eventful. The proverbial indus-
try of the Germans soon enabled them
to live in comfort. They built little
houses, they planted cherry trees along
the streets in the fashion of the Fath-
erland, and to their great delight they
found that the grape-vine grew wild in
their new home, and they cultivated it.
They also planted flax, and soon built
up a thriving industry in knitting and
weaving. Their stockings were long
celebrated, and "Germantown" wool is
still a name well known in commerce.
To these elements of prosperity their
town-seal chosen by Pastorius himself,
"with 'vinum linum et textrinum'
wound," still testifies. There even
grew up some foreign commerce ; they
sent furs, bartered from Indian hunt-
ers, to England ; they exchanged cattle
with Barbadoes. The first paper-mill
in the colonies was erected in German-
town by Wilhelm Ruttinghuysen (Rit-
tenhouse). He was a Hollander, but
most of the settlers of Germantown
were thorough Germans and German
was the language of the place.
From 1689 they had a corporate ex-
istence of their own. But the annals of
the government of Germanopolis are
exceedingly uneventful. It was diffi-
cult to find any one to accept the offices,
so Pastorius wrote in 1703 to William
Penn; but he hoped that the impend-
ing arrival of new emigrants would
help them out of their embarrassments.
It is hardly likely that there has ever
been a time since when it was neces-
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sary to import office holders because
the home product was insufficient. The
chief concerns of the burgomaster and
his council seem to have arisen from
vagabond pigs and ill-kept fences.
Sometimes there was no session of the
court because there was no business to
come before it; again they adjourned
because the secretary had gone to
Maryland.
Three years after the settlement was
established, a small meeting-house was
built by the Quakers. It soon became
too small and was replaced by a larger
one, but it must have been in this first
"Kirchlein," as Pastorius calls it, that
the protest against slavery was made
by Pastorius and two other Friends,
"the first association who ever pro-
tested against Negro slavery." We
are probably right in ascribing the
honor of the composition of this pro-
test to Pastorius, who was the only man
in the little settlement able to express
himself so clearly in English, who did
all the writing for the community, and
who is known on the evidence of his
poems to have held the same views on
slavery and to have opposed it on the
same grounds as are set forth in the
memorial. But "the startled meeting"
cautiously referred the protest to the
Quarterly Meeting and that to the
Yearly Meeting. This body was not
less afraid of the simple deductions of
the German Friends from the Golden
Rule, and decorously smothered the
anti-slavery movement thus : "It is not
thought proper for the Meeting to de-
cide this question." If Pastorius ever
looked back over his life and its multi-
farious efforts for the good of his fel-
low-men to think of his unheeded pro-
test, he must have thought it a com-
plete and pitiful failure. He could not
foresee how at last that cause should
triumph, though none should remem-
ber the simple "German Friends'' who
first of all on this continent, lifted their
voices for the oppressed.
"And lo ! the fulness of the time has come,
And over all the exile's Western home,
From sea to sea the flowers of freedom
bloom !
And joy-bells ring and silver trumpets
blow ;
But not for thee, Pastorius ! Even so
The world forgets, but the wise angels
know."
Every year the number of the set-
tlers in Germantown was increased by
new accessions, chiefly Mennonites
fleeing out of Switzerland and Ger-
many from the bitter persecution of
centuries. In the eleventh year of the
settlement, there arrived at German-
town about forty persons, men and
women, the followers of Johann Kel-
pius, the "Philadelphian Society," the
"Awakened," who had come to devote
themselves to a life of solitude and
celibacy in the forests of Pennsylvania.
Their leader, Kelpius, was so great a
part of their life that we must first of
all know him. He was the son of a
pastor near Strasburg, educated at
Altdorf, like Pastorius, and from his
graduation, interested himself deeply
in all sorts of mystical speculations.
For a time he was under the influence
of Dr. Fabricius of Helmstadt, the
characteristic of whose opinions was a
desire to bring about peace between
the two warring Protestant confes-
sions,— the Lutheran and the Re-
formed. More profitable than the
speculations of Boehme or of Dr.
Petersen, which he also took up, was
the practical Pietism of Spener, in
which he was interested. The "revela-
tions" of the beautiful Rosamunde von
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Asseburg, a ward of Petersen's, also
attracted him.
Finally, with a company of like-
minded souls, he resolved to go to
Pennsylvania, which was then becom-
ing a cave of Adullam for diverse peo-
ple, from the patient Mennonite suf-
ferers to these new emigrants — ''mad-
dest of good men." Going to London
on their way to America, they fell in
with English adherents of the Philadel-
phian Society, who had nothing in
common with William Penn's "forest
court" but were devoted to bringing
all sects into a united body by means
of the philosophy of Jacob Boehme.
Their own account of their journey
from England affords a vivid picture
of the dangers of emigrants in those
days. They were nearly shipwrecked,
returned to Deal and awaited a convey.
Being disappointed in this, they went
to Plymouth and from thence, with
the promise that several vessels going
to Spain should accompany them for
"200 Holland miles," they sailed.
After their escort left them the
two ships were attacked by as many
French vessels. They defended them-
selves bravely, took a merchantman
under the French vessels' convoy and
after several false alarms, reached
Philadelphia in safety.
In Germantown, Kelpius found the
philosophy of Boehme little appreciat-
ed. He, however, obtained some land
from an admirer, — tradition says
Thomas Fairman, surveyor of the
province, — and settled on the Wissa-
hickon with his company. They built
a log-house, cleared a field and planted
corn. Then they gave themselves to
the instruction of children, thinking
there was no hope for a dissemination
of their ideas, save with the rising gen-
eration. Tradition still remembers
Kelpius as the "Hermit of the Wissa-
hickon" and points out a spring which
he is said to have walled up with his
own hands. The company themselves
called their settlement "the Woman in
the Wilderness," in allusion to Rev.
12 :6, and allegorized the name to their
hearts' content. The hermit life must
not be taken too strictly. Kelpius had
considerable religious correspondence
with various persons interested in his
opinions, which though Chiliast in
tone, did not permit him to fix a time
for the millenium. "The matter will
turn out quite different from what one
or another, even J. L. (probably Jane
Leade) imagines." He hoped for a
union of all Christians ; in a letter to
his old teacher, Fabricius, he says: "I
hope that God who saves men and cat-
tle and has mercy upon all his works,
will at length, as in the first Adam they
all die, so in the other make them all
alive," the opinion known as Restora-
tionism. He wrote much religious
poetry, full of a burning desire for the
coming of Christ and a resumption
into him in eternal love and bliss.
These fiery longings early wore him
out; he died in his fortieth year. We
have this picture of his last days, which
reminds us of the Morte d'Arthur,
though nothing could have been far-
ther from the thoughts of the narrator,
Pastor Muhlenberg:
"Herr K. steadfastly believed, among
other things, that he would not die nor his
body see corruption, but would be changed,
glorified, clothed upon, and he, like Elias,
be taken hence. Now when his last hour
drew nigh and forebodings, as with other
children of Adam, announced dissolution
and the separation of soul and body, Herr
K. continued three days and nights before
God, wrestling and beseeching that He
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should make no separation with him but
leave body and soul together and take
him up to heaven in glory. At length he
ceased and said to his friend, 'My dear
Daniel, I do not obtain what I believed,
but the answer came to me, that I am dust
and must return to dust; I shall die, as do
other children of Adam.' Some days after
this mortal conflict, Herr K. gave this
friend Daniel a closely sealed box and com-
manded him solemnly to throw it forthwith
into the river called Schulkil. Daniel went
therewith to the water. But because he
thought that this hidden treasure might
perchance be useful to him and his fellow-
men, he hid the box on the bank and did
not throw it in. When he came back, Herr
K. looked him keenly in the eyes and said :
'You have not thrown the box into the
water but hidden it on the bank.' Whereat
the honest Daniel, terrified, and believing
that his friend's spirit must be in some
measure omniscient, ran again to the water,
and this time really threw in the box and
saw and heard with astonishment that in
the water the Arcanum, as he expressed it,
thundered and lightened. After he came
back Herr K. called to him, 'Now it is
finished, what I gave you to do.' "
We have little knowledge of the ulti-
mate fate of the "Woman in the Wil-
derness."
Some years before Kelpius's death,
Pastorius resigned his agency of the
Frankfort Company, and three other
trustees were appointed, Kelpius (who
took not the slightest notice of his ap-
pointment), Falckner, and Jawert of
Germantown. Seven years after, Jaw-
ert received an offer for the Frankfort
Company's land in Montgomery Coun-
ty from a speculator named Sprogel.
Jawert rejected the offer as too low ;
Sprogel thereupon offered Jawert a
douceur of £100 to sell him the land,
which Jawert, an honorable man, in-
dignantly refused. Shortly after,
Falckner, the other agent, sold the land
to Sprogel, without Jawert's knowl-
edge and to the latter's great anger.
Falckner was indebted to Sprogel for
a considerable sum of money. In a
short time Sprogel terrified the indus-
trious settlers of Germantown by at-
tempting to eject them, by a legal proc-
ess, from the homes which they had
won from the wilderness six-and-twen-
ty years before. The colonists in their
extremity fled to their trusted friend
Pastorius. He, going to Philadelphia
to get legal advice, found that "alle
lawyers gefeed waren," as he says, for-
getting his German in his distress. I
hasten to add that in those Arcadian
days there were only four lawyers in
the province of Pennsylvania. The
Germantown people were too poor to
bring legal help from New York, but
Pastorius's old friend, the provincial
statesman, James Logan, advised a pe-
tition to the Provincial Council. Jawert
joined them in this. The Council pro-
nounced Falckner's operations "an
atrocious plot" and saved the inhabi-
tants of Germantown from the loss of
their all. But nothing could save the
other property of the Frankfort Com-
pany, "and so we find that of the ex-
tensive possessions which the Frank-
forters had secured with such high ex-
pectations from William Penn, more
than seven-eighths passed into the
hands of a lucky speculator." The af-
fair was a great grief to Pastorius and
embittered his later years.
Kelpius had died before the Sprogel
trouble. Pastorius survived the hermit
of the Wissahickon ten useful years,
employed in teaching a little school, in
manifold labors for his fellow-men, in
writing (he published four books "aus
der in Pennsylvanien neulichst von mir
in Grund angelegten und nun mit
srnten Success aufgehenden Stadt Ger-
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373
manopoli"), in filling 1,000 manu-
script pages of his exquisite penman-
ship with his "Rusca Apium"
"That with bees began
And through the gamut of creation ran,"
and, greatest joy of all, in cultivating
his dearly loved garden. Of it he wrote
poems ; to its flowers he inscribed such
as this, which happily shows his ming-
led love of flowers and love of God :
"Ob ich Deiner schon vergiss
Und des rechten Wegs oft miss,
Auch versaiime meine Pflicht,
Lieber Gott, vergiss mein nicht.
Bring mich wieder auf die Bahn,
Nimm mich zu Genaden an ;
Und, wenn mich der Feind anficht,
Lieber Gott, vergiss mein nicht.
Doch ich weiss, Dein Vaterherz
Neigt in Lieb' sich niederwarts,
1st in Treu' auf mich gericht,
Und vergisst mein nimmer nicht."
The very date of Pastorius' death
is uncertain ; no man knoweth of his
sepulchre unto this day. "That his re-
mains rest in the old Quaker burying-
ground in Germantown, is a conjecture
with which one may unhesitatingly
agree. Should it ever come to pass
that a monument should be raised to
the worthy man, the forerunner of mil-
lions of German settlers in America,
who, in a strange land, preserved his
German integrity and strict conscien-
tiousness unspotted, the words in
which William Penn characterized him
should be placed upon it : "Vir sobrius,
probus, prudens et pius, spectatae inter
omnes inculpataeque famae." (Sober,
upright, wise and devout, a man re-
spected by all and of unblemished
fame.) No more perfect picture of
Pastorius's land and time can be found
than the "Pennsylvania Pilgrim" of
Whittier. The student of its history is
always astonished at the art concealing
art with which the Quaker poet has
combined historical exactness in the
minutest details with the purest and
sweetest strains of poetry. So let him
portray a character in many ways so
like his own:
"His forest home no hermit's cell he found,
Guests, motley-minded, drew his hearth
around,
And held armed truce upon its neutral
ground.
There Indian chiefs with battle-bows un-
strung,
Strong, hero-limbed, like those whom Ho-
mer sung,
Pastorius fancied, when the world was
young,
Came with their tawny women, lithe and
tall,
Like bronzes in his friend Von Rodeck's
hall,
Comely, if black, and not unpleasing all.
There hungry folk in homespun drab and
gray
Drew round his board on Monthly Meeting
day,
Genial, half merry in their friendly way.
Or, haply, pilgrims from the Fatherland,
Weak, timid, homesick, slow to understand
The New World's promise, sought his help-
ing hand.
Or painful Kelpius from his hermit den
By Wissahickon, maddest of good men,
Dreamed o'er the Chiliast dreams of Peter-
sen.
Deep in the woods, where the small river
slid
Snake-like in shade, the Helmstadt Mystic
hid,
Weird as a wizard over arts forbid,
Reading the books of Daniel and of John,
And Behmen's Morning-Redness, through
the Stone
Of Wisdom, vouchsafed to his eyes alone,
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Whereby he read what man ne'er read be-
fore,
And saw the visions man shall see no more,
Till the great angel, striding sea and shore,
Shall bid all flesh await, on land or ships,
The warning trump of the Apocalypse,
Shattering the heavens before the dread
eclipse.
Or meek-eyed Mennonist his bearded chin
Leaned o'er the gate ; or Ranter, pure with
in,
Aired his perfection in a world of sin.
Or, talking of old home scenes, Op den
Graaf
Teasing the low back-log with his shodden
staff,
Till the red embers broke into a laugh
And dance of flame, as if they fain would
cheer
The rugged face, half tender, half austere,
Touched with the pathos of a homesick tear !
Haply, from Finland's birchen groves ex-
iled,
Manly in thought, in simple ways a child,
His white hair floating round his visage
mild,
The Swedish pastor sought the Quaker's
door,
Pleased from his neighbor's lips to hear
once more
His long-disused and half-forgotten lore.
For both could baffle Babel's lingual curse,
And speak in Bion's Doric, and rehearse
Cleanthes' hymn or Virgil's sounding verse.
And oft Pastorius and the meek old man
Argued as Quaker and as Lutheran,
Ending in Christian love, as they began."
*******
We come now to another period in
the history of the Pennsylvania Ger-
mans. Prof. Seidensticker has well
characterized it in his account of Chris-
toph Satir, where he thus says :
"When he reached Germantown in the
autumn of 1724 and settled among the Ger-
man-speaking inhabitants, the town had
been founded almost a generation. There
were many yet living who had seen the spot
when it was an untrodden wilderness and
could describe the cabin-building of the
winter of 1683-4. The pioneer of German
emigration, the learned Franz Daniel Pas-
torius, had died a few years before; but
there still survived the Rittenhouse broth-
ers, Johann Selig, the bosom-friend of Kel-
pius, and others. And yet the German im-
migration had long since entered upon a
new stage. Not only had Germantown
outgrown its idyllic childhood, — the rapidly
increasing stream poured itself into the
country districts of Skippack and Perki-
omen, and further up the Schuylkill to
Oley and other portions of the present
Berks County. Other parts of the country
which Germans and Swiss specially pre-
ferred, were the fruitful valleys of the
Conestoga, the Pequae, and other tribu-
taries of the Susquehanna in that part of
Chester County which was organized in
1729 as Lancaster County."
It is impossible any longer to trace
the progress of a single settlement like
Germantown.
For twenty years after the weavers
of Crefeld came to found German-
town, there was no large accession to
their numbers at any one time. With
the exception of Kelpius's little colony,
no emigrants came in a body, though
the settlers received constant acces-
sions. But with the beginning of the
new century a period of large emigra-
tion set in, lasting for more than a
quarter of that century. It was large-
ly a sectarian movement, and one of
colonies. The first body to emigrate
in large numbers was the sect of the
Mennonites. Seidensticker says:
"The Mennonites, the meekest, most pa-
tient and peaceable of Christian men, had
continually suffered the bitterest persecu-
tion. Menno Simons himself, after whom
they are named, was outlawed and to the
man who should kill him was promised not
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only pardon for all his crimes, but the re-
ward of a 'Carlsgulden.' Sebastian Frank
in his chronicle (1530) says of these Bap-
tists, 'They laid hold of them in many
places with the greatest tyranny, put them
in prison and punished them with fire,
sword, water and all kinds of imprison-
ment, so that in a few years many of them
were killed in many places and it was esti-
mated that more than 2,000 were killed in
all parts of the country, and they suffered
like martyrs, patiently and steadfastly.' "
It is true that Menno Simons first
gathered the scattered Mennonites into
a body, but they had existed long be-
fore. In fact they were but parts of
that great movement of the Reforma-
tion times known (chiefly through its
enemies) as Anabaptism. To most
readers this name brings up images of
Thomas Munzer, and the "Prophet" of
Leyden, of community of goods and
wives, and the bloody extinction of an
abhorrent doctrine. But in truth the
Anabaptism of Miinster lasted but fif-
teen months, was embraced by only a
few thousands of people and was a
fanatical outburst reprobated by the
leaders of the Baptists as much as by
any one else.
It was a foregone conclusion that all
the religious life of the Reformation
would not run in the ecclesiastical
channels provided by Luther and
Zwingli. Those who believed in adult
baptism, those who abhorred religious
persecution, who found more in the
Bible than in the confessions of faith
promulgated by the churches, who re-
quired evidence of a moral change be-
fore admitting members to their
churches, who pitied the peasants un-
der their burdens of tax and tithe and
corvee, who conscientiously refused to
take an oath or bear arms, who op-
posed a paid ministry — these all were
Anabaptists and foremost among them
were the Mennonites. Foremost too,
in the persecution they bore. In Switz-
erland, under Zwingli's encourage-
ment, they were pursued almost to ex-
tinction. Spreading over Germany,
particularly along the Rhine, they
found refuge and protection in Hol-
land under William the Silent, and
leadership under Menno Simons — a
Catholic priest converted by the mar-
tyrdom of his brother to the latter's
opinions. Menno died a peaceful death,
after a persecuted life, in 1561. It was
not till twenty years after, that his peo-
ple found full toleration, even in Hol-
land, the land of religious freedom.
But from that time, Holland was the
center whence help was sent the suf-
fering brethren in Germany and Switz-
erland; a committee there offered as-
sistance to those who wished to emi-
grate to Pennsylvania and were soon
overwhelmed by German co-religion-
ists, bent on escaping to the free land
beyond the sea. In vain the commit-
tee implored and threatened. Their
brethren came and, once in Holland,
there was nothing to do but speed their
emigration.
We have seen that the first comers
in Germantown were principally Men-
nonites in faith. But they united them-
selves to the Quakers, with whom they
had, religiously, much in common. In
1708, however, there were enough who
remained Mennonites to build a meet-
ing-house in the town. In the next
year a colony of Swiss, descendants of
men who had fled from their father-
land to Alsace a generation before,
came with that flood of emigration
from the Palatinate set in motion by
Queen Anne's invitation to London.
Thence they went to Pennsylvania and
settled in Pequse. Delighted with their
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new home, they sent back one of their
number to induce others to join them.
He was so successful that in 171 1, and
again six years after, emigrations en
masse took place which have filled Lan-
caster County to this day, with "Men-
nists and Amish," whose careful farm-
ing has made it the Eden of Pennsyl-
vania.
Before this time, the German emi-
grants were so commonly from the
Palatinate that they were called not
Germans but "Palatines." But about
this time the people of Wurtemberg,
smarting under the oppressive rule of
their Duke, followed the example of
their neighbors and came over in large
numbers.
The Germans were now spreading
over Lancaster, Montgomery and
Berks counties and the Provincial gov-
ernment, seeing this, fell into a panic,
so utterly groundless as to be laugha-
ble. Governor Keith solemnly "ob-
served to the Council, that great num-
bers of foreigners from Germany,
strangers to our language and constitu-
tion, having lately been imported into
this Province, daily dispersed them-
selves immediately after landing, with-
out producing certificates from whence
they came or what they are
That as this practice might be of very
dangerous consequence, they were or-
dered to be registered and to take the
oath of loyalty to the King of Eng-
land," which they were perfectly will-
ing to do.
For the previous history of the next
body of sectaries who came to Penn-
sylvania, we need not go back as far
as the Reformation. The Dunkers had
arisen only a few years before their
emigration, in 1709 at Schwarzenau,
from which district they are sometimes
called in Pennsylvania German,
"Schwarzenau Taufer" — at least a
more respectful name than Dunker or
its English corruption "Dunkard" —
both derived from a colloquialism
meaning "dipper," of course from
their practice of immersion. They call
themselves "Briider" or Brethren and
differ little from the Mennonites, save
in insisting on immersion — the Men-
nonites sprinkle. The tiny principali-
ties of Wittgenstein and Biidingen,
where the Dunkers took their rise,
were havens of refuge to all kinds of
persecuted people, from Huguenots to
Anabaptists and Moravians. The
Counts of Wittgenstein were them-
selves Pietistically inclined, while
Biidingen was a famous place for the
publication of all manner of Separatist
literature. The Dunker emigration
was in comparison with others, an
unimportant one; but three members
of the sect attained to considerable
prominence in the annals of the Penn-
sylvania Germans, though in very di-
verse ways; they were Conrad Beis-
sel, the founder of the cloister at
Ephrata; Christopher Saur, the first
German-American publisher, and Con-
rad Weiser, the Indian interpreter.
In leaving the subject of the secta-
rian emigration, which was now draw-
ing to a close, we should note two other
sects which came somewhat later to
Pennsylvania — the Schwenkfelder and
the Moravians. Of the first, Seiden-
sticker says :
"Their founder was Caspar Schwenk-
feld von Ossing, a contemporary of Luther,
and, like him, an opponent of the papacy.
But his doctrine of the Lord's Supper and
his teaching, almost approaching the Quaker
doctrine, of the Inner Light, hindered a
union with Luther and his followers. In
Silesia and the Lausitz, the Schwenkfelder
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dragged out a precarious existence, dis-
turbed by continual persecution. When
they besought the Emperor Karl VI. for
protection, they were 'once for all refused'
and then finally given over to the Jesuits
and the secular authorities. Most of them
resolved on emigration in 1734."
The Moravians were encouraged by
the British Parliament to settle in
Georgia, but military service being re-
quired of them — at that time they were
non-resistants — they betook themselves
to the Quaker colony. There they first
settled at Nazareth and with character-
istic zeal for education, employed
themselves in building a schoolhouse
for negro children, under the care of
the evangelist, Whitefield. But the
next year they removed, and on Christ-
mas Eve, 1741, was founded with ap-
propriate ceremonies, Bethlehem, the
"Herrnhut of America" and a center
for the church's mission work among
the Delawares. They had, at times,
more than a dozen mission settlements
of Christian Delawares.
The outskirts of civilization in those
days were the banks of the . Susque-
hanna. Into these western wilds had
come in 1720, a strange sectary, one
Conrad Beissel, loosely connected with
the Dunkers who had settled there-
abouts. He had been at one time a
sort of pastor to the little flock at Pe-
quae, but his extreme views on celibacy
and the observation of the seventh day
as the Sabbath had separated him from
the other sectaries, who were plain,
common-sense farmers with no special
peculiarities in their religious views
save in regard to immersion. He was
a young baker, who thought himself to
a certain extent inspired, and "had
queer theosophic fancies." These led
him to a hermit's life in the woods, in
which he was presently joined by
others like-minded. After nearly
twenty years of asceticism in the wil-
derness Beissel began the buildings
which grew into the future cloister of
Ephrata, some of which still stand.
And here for thirty years a monastic
life grew and flourished in the Penn-
sylvania of Franklin and of the Stamp
Act. Beissel or "Father Peaceful"
(Friedsam) as he was known in relig-
ion, was the head. His followers
erected buildings; they farmed, the
brethren in their white Benedictine
garb pulling the plough themselves at
first, in the place of the oxen they were
too poor to possess ; they had paper
mills and flouring mills, and a press
from which issued the great "Martyr
Book" of the Dunkers, a splendid spec-
imen of book-making, 1500 folio pages,
the largest book published during the
eighteenth century in America. It
was translated from the Dutch by
Peter Miller, their learned and devout
prior, and printed on paper manufac-
tured by the brethren. Among other
monastic arts, illumination flourished,
and a peculiar and impressive sort of
music, in which Beissel himself trained
them. One of the brethren, Ludwig
Hoecker, (Brother Obed) independ-
ently anticipated Robert Raikes by
many years, and founded a Sabbath
School, about 1740, which endured un-
til near the time of the Revolutionary
war.
Many of those who first or last
felt the mysterious influence of Beissel
were men of character and ability. By
far the most learned was Peter Miller,
afterward Beissel's successor as head
of the community. A graduate of the
University of Heidelberg, the Presby-
terian minister, Andrews, wrote of
him :
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"He is an extraordinary person for sense
and learning. We gave him a question to
discuss about Justification, and he answered
it, in a whole sheet of paper, in a very nota-
ble manner. He speaks Latin as readily as
we do our natural tongue."
After his Presbyterian ordination,
Miller was pastor at Tulpehocken for
some years, where he fell under the in-
fluence of Beissel ; he was baptized by
him and entered the community of
Ephrata as Brother Jaebez. Acrelius
testifies to his linguistic and theological
learning; he was a member of the
American Philosophical Society in
Philadelphia. The legend which tells
how, during the Revolution, he pro-
cured the pardon of a deserter, his per-
sonal enemy, by his intercession with
Washington, may have but little
foundation, yet it testifies to the
opinion held of his meek and noble
character.
Another convert of Beissel's soon
liberated himself from the glamour
which this man, uneducated, fanatical,
tedious in speech, and domineering,
seemed to cast over all who knew him.
This backslider was Conrad Weiser,
the "Schoolmaster of Tulpehocken."
He was one of those poor Palatines
who came to England, fleeing from
Louis XIV. and his devastations, at
the invitation of Queen Anne ; one-
half of them perished of want and
neglect, or returned to their desolated
homes in despair, before the Queen's
aid enabled the remnant to be settled in
various parts of her empire. Weiser
came with many others to the province
of New York. But after nearly thirty
years' experience of the faithlessness of
the New York authorities, he, with
many of his fellow colonists, fled again,
this time to Pennsylvania. Settling at
Tulpehocken, he fell under Beissel's
influence and he and Miller were bap-
tized at the same time and together re-
tired from the world. But in Conrad
Weiser's case, it was only for a year.
By the next year he had begun his long
and useful career as a diplomatist
among the Indians. Toward the end
of his life he returned to Ephrata for a
visit and was received with perfect
friendliness.
The relations of Christoph Saur, an-
other settler near Tulpehocken, with
Beissel, were not so pleasant. He had
known Beissel in Germany, and com-
ing to Pennsylvania in 1724, he and
his wife settled near the founder of
Ephrata, and Saur's wife was per-
suaded to leave her husband and enter
the community as Sister Marcella. Her
husband quitted the place where his
home had been thus broken up, and
going to Germantown, began the busi-
ness of a printer, being the first Ger-
man publisher in the colonies. This
was in 1739, when he published a Ger-
man almanac, the prototype of the
many almanacs still so dear to the heart
of the Pennsylvania German. His first
publication in book form, in the same
year, was a collection of mystical
hymns, printed for the brotherhood of
Ephrata and bearing the characteristic
title of "The Incense-mountain of
Zion."
The strained relations which sub-
sisted between Christoph Saur and
Conrad Beissel, ever since the wife of
the former had put herself under the
spiritual guidance of the latter, are
supposed to have come to a complete
rupture during the printing of this
book. The occasion of the quarrel was
strange. enough. In one of the hymns
in the book a verse runs :
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"Sehet, sehet, sehet an
Sehet, sehet an ben Mann
Der von Gott erhohet ist,
Der ist unser Herr und Christ."
(Look, look, look, look, look at the man
who is exalted by God, who is our Lord and
Christ.)
Concerning this there arose a great
excitement in the office. Saur asserted
that Beissel meant himself by this and
took the proof-reader to task about it.
This man, a fanatical follower of Beis-
sel, replied by the inquiry, whether he
believed there was only one Christ?
Saur lost his patience at this and in a
letter reproached Beissel with such
spiritual pride. The "Elder" replied by
very cutting quotations, such as "An-
swer not a fool according to his folly,"
etc. This was too great a provocation
to a man in possession of printers' ink
and so a broadside appeared to prove
that Beissel had gotten something from
all the planets, — from Mars his sever-
ity, from Jupiter his friendliness, that
Venus made all the women run after
him, and Mercury taught him his act-
ing; besides all this, Saur made known
the astonishing discovery that in the
name Conrad us Beisselius the num-
ber 666, the mark of the Apocalyp-
tic beast, was concealed. No offence
could have been more deeply felt
by a mystic than the imputation of this
mysterious number, and the two men
remained for many years at enmity.
This quarrel very likely was the rea-
son why the brethren at Ephrata set up
their own press.
Saur possessed plenty of enterprise,
for in this first year of the existence of
his press, he also founded the first Ger-
man newspaper, the Pennsylvanische
Berichte ("Pennsylvanian News"),
as he finally entitled it, for this rea-
son:
"We had hoped to give nothing but true
stories from the kingdoms of nature and
the church. But we could not bring it to
that. Therefore we have for some time
done away with the title 'Historian' and in-
stead have used 'News,' for afterwards it
was discovered that sometimes this or that
did not take place but was only a matter of
news."
The "News" attained the, for those
times, immense circulation of 4,000
copies.
There was yet a greater work before
this pioneer of German- American pub-
lishers; the printing of the quarto
"Germantown Bible," which is now a
monument to his memory. Forty years
later the first English Bible was print-
ed in this English-speaking land, and
its publisher had great misgivings
about the undertaking. In the pros-
pectus, which shows, as in a mirror,
the devout, honest, simple character of
Christoph Saur, he promised that the
price of the Bible should not exceed
fourteen shillings; "to the poor and
needy," says the News, "there is no
charge." It was published in 1743.
Saur proudly sent a dozen copies to
Germany, where, as the first Bible
printed in any European language on
the American continent, they are pre-
served in several collections.
Saur's other publications were num-
erous. On this point Seidensticker
well says,
"People are too much inclined to consider
the German immigrants of the last century
to have been, universally, unlearned ple-
beians; sturdy farmers indeed, and indus-
trious mechanics, but with heads entirely
empty. Of course, they did not belong to
the cultivated classes, and that Rascaldom
had its representatives among them — as is
the case in our own times — there is no
doubt. But the German immigration was
not a mass unleavened by culture, as is
proved by the extension and the success of
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Saur's publications, which embraced at
least 150 titles — and indeed the new editions
of books, if counted, would increase this by
one-third. This is a very respectable show-
ing which could hardly be surpassed by
many publishing houses since then. By far
the largest number of these writings were
for purposes of devotion or edification. But
where else could the plain man of the last
century seek deliverance from the oppres-
sion and the sorrow of earth?"
The works of German mystics and
Pietists, of course, were the most num-
erous; but Saur also printed transla-
tions of the "Pilgrim's Progress," the
"Imitation of Christ," Whitefield's
"Sermons," and Barclay's "Apology."
His first English publication was the
"Imitation of Christ." But he did not
confine himself to religious works ;
English and German grammars, ready
reckoners and one history were among
the issues from the press of German-
town. Saur also wrote and published
some political pamphlets, for he took
much interest in governmental affairs
and had immense influence among the
Pennsylvania Germans. Naturally it
was by the Separatists like himself, the
non-resistants, that he was most re-
spected and followed.
Nevertheless, the Sectarian, the Sep-
aratist, period of Pennsylvania-Ger-
man history — a period so marked —
was now drawing to a close. The
"Church people," Lutherans and Re-
formed, were beginning to outnumber
the earlier immigrants who had fled
from persecution.
Two men had great influence in
forming and organizing the "Church
people ;" one was Michael Schlatter, a
Swiss-German, a native of St. Gall,
that town from whose monastery
Switzerland was evangelized — who
was sent out in 1746 by the synod of
Holland as a sort of missionary super-
intendent, to organize the scattered
members of the Reformed Church in
Pennsylvania; the other was Henry
Melchior Muhlenberg, the patriarch of
Lutheranism in America, sent a few
years earlier to do the same service for
the Lutherans. These two mission-
aries found a sad state of things among
their people. Muhlenberg reports in
"Hallische Nachrichten," which is so
valuable a source of Pennsylvania-
German history, that the Lutheran
ministers were largely "deposed
preachers and schoolmasters who did
not amount to much at home." He
procured regularly ordained ministers
through the Pietists of Halle, always
active in good works, and it is no won-
der that his memory is today rever-
enced as that of a second founder of
their church, by the Lutherans of
America.
Schlatter, as learned, pious and ac-
tive, was not as fortunate. He was
destined to end his life in poverty and
obloquy, through his luckless and in-
nocent connection with a schemer's
plans. This was the project for the
"German schools," engineered by the
Rev. William Smith. Schlatter him-
self, in the year 1751, had collected in
Europe a large fund to be used in the
support of schools among the people of
the Reformed church in Pennsylvania.
But a year or two after, Mr. Smith
took up the matter and turned it to a
new purpose, that of teaching the Ger-
mans English. He addressed a me-
morial to the Society for the Propaga-
tion of the Gospel, setting forth the
spiritual destitution of the Pennsylva-
nia Germans, of whom he knew only
by hearsay. It was a very poetical and
classical production, picturing the utter
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lack of educational opportunities (as
a matter of fact schools were every-
where founded with the churches,
when possible) ; he threatened, too,
that the Germans would become Cath-
olics and unite with the French against
the peace of the province — they who
had been driven from their native land
by the fire and sword of the "Most
Catholic" king of France.
The memorial made an impression
on the English public, proportionate to
its lack of truth. In vain the Luther-
ans and the Reformed churches official-
ly protested their unshaken loyalty
and their unfaltering Protestantism.
The schools were started in face of this
protest of Saur's vigorous opposition.
At first sight this seems mere contrari-
ness in the publisher of Germantown.
But events soon proved that he was
right in his suspicions that the German
schools were only part of a plan to rob
the Germans of their cherished mother-
tongue, to convert them to Episcopa-
lianism and to detach them from the
Quaker party in the province, to which
the non-resistant sects naturally leaned.
Smith now published a pamphlet,
avowing these objects, accusing Saur
of being a papist emissary, and pro-
posing to make the use of the German
language illegal, to forbid the publica-
tion of any book or paper in it, and,
finally, he advised depriving the Ger-
mans of the franchise.
Naturally, these propositions raised
a storm of indignation in the Teutonic
element. Poor Schlatter's school proj-
ect was confounded with Smith's in-
trigues, for he was the inspector of the
new schools. He was forced to resign
his pastorate in Philadelphia by the
aroused feelings of his countrymen,
and took a chaplaincy in the Royal
American Regiment. It is not to be
wondered at that the "Palatines" were
not flattered at the portrait drawn of
them or the plans made for them; as
Seidensticker says,
"They awaited from the Germans the
grateful reception of a benefit and at the
same time denounced them as by way of
being rebels and as inclined toward the
French enemy. They were described as
semi-barbarians, ignorant savages, and then
people lamented that it was so difficult to
reach them on account of the influence over
them of their press. People desired to win
them over and yet repelled them by the
proposition to disfranchise them and to for-
bid the printing of German newspapers.
They tried to undermine Saur's influence
and, in order to do so, made use of a clumsy
slander which nobody believed."
Saur's victory over the school proj-
ect was a conflict, short, sharp and de-
cisive ; his efforts in another field — the
last battle of his stormy life — were not
so successful. The wrong which
aroused his latest endeavors was the
outrageous treatment of German im-
migrants.
It was not until the German immi-
gration had attained large proportions
that we hear complaints of the ill-treat-
ment of passengers. There then arose
a class of men who lived by inducing
simple Germans through glowing de-
scriptions and lying promises, to emi-
grate to the New World, and who were
spurred on to greater efforts by receiv-
ing a percentage on the recruits ob-
tained. They were called "Neulander"
or less flatteringly, "Seelenverkau-
fer."*
They persuaded the emigrants to
sign contracts which they did not un-
derstand, and lent them money for
* Goethe uses the latter word in "Wilhelm Meister.'
He probably learned it in his Frankfort home, which
was a center of emigration
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their expenses, thus bringing them into
the "Neulander's" power. In concert
with them worked the shipmasters,
often cruel, inhuman, or careless; in
any case, making the voyage almost
equal to the horrors of the Slave
Trade's middle passage. Caspar Wis-
ter, who came over in 17 17, tells us:
"Sometimes the voyage is very hard. In
the past year one of the ships was twenty-
four weeks on the sea and of 150 persons
who were on her, 100 miserably starved and
died of hunger. ... At last the re-
mainder, half-starved, reached land, where
after the endurance of much misery, they
were put in arrest and were forced to pay
the passage-money for the dead as well as
for the living. This year, again, ten ships
have arrived, bringing about 3,000 souls.
One of these ships was seventeen weeks on
the way and nearly sixty of the passengers
died at sea. The remainder are all sick,
feeble, and what is worse, poor and penni-
less."
Saur constantly published notices of
the treatment of the emigrants ; in 1745
he says :
"Another ship with Germans has arrived
in Philadelphia ; it is said there were 400
and not more than 50 are alive; they got
their bread every two weeks and many ate
in four, five or six days, what they should
have eaten in fifteen. . . . Another man,
who finished his bread in a week, begged
the captain for a little bread, but got none,
so he with his wife came humbly to the
captain and begged he might throw him
overboard, that he might not die a slow
death, for it was yet long till bread-day ;
the captain would not do that either, so he
brought the steersman his bag that he
should put a little flour in it ; but he had no
money; the steersman went away and put
sand and sea-coal into the bag and brought
it to him; the man wept, lay down and died,
he and his wife, a few days before the
bread-day came."
And in 1750,
"For many years past, we have seen with
sorrow, that many German newcomers have
had very bad voyages, that many died, most
of them because they were not humanely
treated ; especially because they were packed
too close, so that the sick must take one
another's breath, and from the smell, dirt,
and lack of provisions, that yellow fever,
scurvy, flux and other contagious sicknesses
often arose. Sometimes the ship was so full
of merchandise, that there was not room
enough for bread and water; many dared
not cook what they themselves had with
them. The wine was secretly drunken up
by the sailors. Some of the provisions and
clothing were loaded on other ships and
came, long afterwards, so that many people
were forced to beg and to 'serve' (verser-
ven, a word invented by the Pennsylvania
Germans to express the condition of those
whom the English called Redemptioners)
because they had not their possessions with
them. Many must pay the passage for those
who had died of hunger or thirst."
At this time efforts were made for
the passage of a law regulating the
transportation of emigrants. But Gov-
ernor Morris refused to sign it, not
without suspicion that he was influ-
enced by the very men who made their
gain from the poor passengers' suf-
ferings. At this time Christoph Saur,
ever the "unwearied friend of the emi-
grant," addressed several letters to the
Governor, telling him of the abuses of
the system. He begins,
"Thirty years ago I came to this prov-
ince, from a country where no freedom of
conscience existed, no motives of humanity
had any weight with those who then ruled
the land ; where serfdom compelled the peo-
ple to work for their masters three days a
week with a horse, and three days with
hoe, shovel and spade, or to send a laborer.
When I arrived here and found the cir-
cumstances so altogether different from
those at home, I wrote to my friends and
acquaintances concerning the civil and re-
ligious freedom and other advantages which
the country offered. My letters were print-
ed and by frequent reprints, widely dis-
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383
tributed; they induced many thousand peo-
ple to come here, wherefore many are
thankful to the Lord."
And in words that dimly remind us
of those which Scott puts into the
mouth of Jeanie Deans, he concludes :
"Honored Sir, I am old and feeble, draw
nigh to the grave and shall soon be no
more seen. I hope your Excellency will not
take it ill of me, to have recommended the
helpless to your protection. May the Lord
keep us from all evil and every harm; we
may the more hope for this, if we treat
others so. who are in distress and danger.
May the Lord bestow upon you wisdom and
patience, that your administration may be a
blessed one and when the time comes, give
you the reward of a good and faithful ser-
vant."
Christoph Saur the elder was indeed
near his end; he died in 1758 at Ger-
mantown, leaving to his son, the
younger Christoph Saur, an honored
name and a prosperous business.
It is sad to know that Saur's simple
and noble appeal produced no effect.
Things were to go from bad to worse,
until, for very shame and pity, all
hearts were roused and, four years
after the elder Saur's death, the
Deutsche Gesellschaft was formed, to
give help to the immigrants. By its
intelligent and concerted efforts, it suc-
ceeded in having laws passed through
the legislature, which put an end to the
worst oppressions of the "Palatines."
The founding of this society — still in
existence — was occasioned by more
than ordinary distress among the Ger-
mans landed in Philadelphia in 1764.
The system of allowing the emigrants
to hire themselves out in order to pay
the expenses of their voyage was, in
itself, not a blameworthy one. In its
earlier form, when each person
"served" for his own passage-money,
it must have been a great boon to many
poor but industrious people ; but when,
subsequently, the whole ship's company
was made responsible for the passage -
money of the whole list of passengers,
it led, as may be imagined, to great in-
justice and hardships. Those who
had paid their own fare must "serve"
for those who had no money; they
were held under English contracts,
which they did not understand and
which might contain any severe condi-
tions ; husband and wife, children and
parents were separated, as in slavery;
orphans or widows, left defenceless by
the many deaths of the long voyage,
were condemned to years and years of
servitude; the old and the sick no one
but the worst masters would take, or
they were left paupers at the wharf.
Says Muhlenberg:
"So the old people get free from the ship,
are poor, naked and helpless, looking as
tho they had come out of their graves, go
begging in the city among the German in-
habitants, for the English mostly shut the
door in their faces, for fear of infection.
One's heart bleeds at such things, when one
sees and hears how the poor creatures, come
to the New World from Christian countries,
are some of them weeping, or crying, or
lamenting, or striking their hands together
over their heads at wretchedness and dis-
persion such as they had not imagined, and
how others curse and call upon the ele-
ments and sacraments, the thunder and the
wicked dwellers in Hell, that they should
torture and tear into countless pieces the
Neulander, the Holland merchants, who
have led them astray."
Sometimes these emigrants were
educated men ; the case was frequent
enough for a thrifty Lutheran min-
ister to form the plan which he thus
expounds in the "Hallische Nach-
richten" :
"If I had twenty pounds, I would buy
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the first German student who should land
here in debt for his passage, set him in my
upper room, begin a little Latin school,
teach there in the morning myself and then
let my servant teach, and by a small fee get
myself paid."
And indeed the benevolent pastor, in
this way — no uncommon one at the
time— came in possession of a certain
college graduate, whom he educated
for the ministry. But few such men
found so good a fate.
The system of serving lasted until
the Revolutionary War, and, in some
cases, later.
(To be continued.)
New England Magazine
New Series
JUNE
Vol. XXVI No. 4
Famous Farm Houses in the
Narragansett Country
By Harry Knowles
EVERY locality has its land-
marks, and few regions have
more which abound in his-
toric interest than the famous
Narragansett Country. Situated in
the delightful region, the southern
part of Rhode Island, traversed in "ye
olden time" by travellers from New
York to Boston over the "old post
road," it was early settled by an aristo-
cratic class who could well afford to
spend time and money for hospitable
homes, where were born many of those
men and women whose names later be-
came pre-eminent in American history.
Now-a-days in these same localities
there are attractive watering-places,
where summer pleasure seekers enjoy
those privileges and advantages which
the early colonists fully appreciated.
The historic interest, together with the
beautiful scenery of the country, make
an afternoon's drive to any of these
houses a pleasure not easily forgotten.
Undoubtedly the only house in the
Narragansett Country that can boast
of a regal inhabitant, is situated in
Charlestown, not over a mile from the
shore. When the Puritans settled at
Plymouth, they found all the Indian
tribes of New England governed by
one great sachem, Canonicus. His
grandnephew, Canonchet, it will be re-
membered, ruled over the Narragan-
setts. This tribe was composed of
several branches, one of them the Ni-
antics, commonly, but inaccurately,
spoken of as "Charlestown Indians."
The leader of this division was named
Ninigret He died a short time after
King Philip's War, whereupon the
crown descended to his eldest daugh-
ter, a child by his first wife. Upon
her early death, her half brother, who
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was named for his father, inherited the
throne. Ninigret Second's reign was
also short, and a son, Charles Au-
gustus, succeeded him. Upon his
death, rather than let the crown fall to
an infant son, the tribe chose his
brother, George. This monarch had
three children, Thomas, Esther, and
George. The first, born in 1735,
soon after his father's ascent to
the throne, is said to have been slight
in stature and sickly in appearance.
By the time "King Tom," as the
English called him, had reached man-
The King Tom Mansion
hood, civilization was well advanced
in Narragansett. A few of the most
artful Indians, including the King, imi-
tated the white man, as best they could,
and built more or less comfortable
houses for their protection from the
trying winds and weather.
Most structures that were built in
Colonial times were from designs by
Englishmen, and partake of the feudal
architecture which is so effective.
Though "King Tom's" house was in-
tended for a king, it had none of the
adornments of a palace, but was at-
tractive rather for its great simplicity.
Originally square, it is of two and one-
half stories, with a "barn," or "Can-
ada," roof that has a "trap door"
near the large chimney. It fronts the
west, and tall elm trees shade the porch
while the forest primeval extends from
its very yard in a southerly direction.
The front door opens into a small hall-
way, where slightly curving stairs wind
upward at the right. On the left, a
massive oak door with brass catch and
hinges admits to the parlor. The wall
on the east side of this room is pan-
elled, and, on either side of the fire-
place, are commodious cup-boards. In
the rear of the hall, and opening from
the parlor, is a long and narrow living
room. This also has a fireplace, and
is well lighted by two large windows at
the south. A door on the north of
this room opens into the original
kitchen, where the fireplace measures
at least eight by fifteen feet. This
apartment is now used as a dining-hall
and the "L" at its north has been built
by the present owner. The rooms are
similarly arranged in the upper story,
and throughout all, both upstairs and
down, beams and corner posts invari-
ably show.
It is sad to relate that "King Tom"
lived but a short time after his home
was completed. Probably the modern
methods of living proved ruinous to
one accustomed to out-door life. At
any rate, like his ancestors, he early
sickened and died, and the throne was
next occupied by his sister Esther who,
tradition savs, was crowned upon a
rock in his yard.
On the banks of the Pettaquamscutt,
or, as it is now called, "Narrow" river
and some distance above the upper-
bridsre, so designated, there is a house
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The Home of Dr. McSparran
that even the most casual observer will
not fail to notice, as he rides along the
road that follows the winding stream.
Like so many other structures in Nar-
ragansett, it is shingled and has a gam-
brel roof. On the whole, however, it
looks more commodious than ordinary
country houses. A large barn on the
opposite side of the road is evidence
that the owner must have been in com-
fortable circumstances and must have
had numerous domestics to perform
the menial tasks. Then, again, its
situation upon two terraces ("offsets"
they are called in the Narragansett
Country) gives it a dignified appear-
ance. Great seclusion is afforded by
tall lilac bushes which form a thick,
continuous hedge around the edges of
each terrace. It is in this quiet place
that the famous Dr. McSparran lived
when discharging the duties of rector
to the first Episcopal church in New
England.
About 1718 Mr. James McSparran
emigrated from Dungiven, Ireland, to
America as a licentiate of the Presby-
tery in Scotland, and finally drifted to
Bristol, where he visited some friends.
He was invited to supply the pulpit of
the church at Bristol and later to re-
main as permanent pastor. Finding
his ordination bitterly opposed by Cot-
ton Mather he returned to Ireland to
secure a ratification of his credentials.
When he next visited America it was
as a missionary of the Church of Eng-
land to "Narragansett in New Eng-
land, where he is to officiate as oppor-
tunity shall offer at Bristol, Freetown,
Swansea, and Little Compton, at which
places there are many people destitute
of a minister." On his arrival he took
up his abode in the home whose ex-
terior we have just described.
The dwelling faces toward the east
and fronts on the road that runs be-
tween it and the river, which is not
over one hundred yards distant. The
entrance is at the south-east corner and
admits to a small hall ; the case of
winding stairs is hidden from view by
a partition. Besides this hall there
are on the first floor a large living
room, with three chambers opening
from it — two on the west and one on
the north — and a kitchen of moderate
size with an ample closet. The fire-
places in the kitchen and in other
rooms are bricked up, thereby effacing
one feature of primitive architecture.
The second story is an exact duplicate
of the first. Every room of the house
has those evidences of antiquity invari-
ably looked for in Colonial houses, —
occasional beams running along the
ceiling and four rigid cornerposts
which appear to be guarding the plain
walls. Other indications of age in
this venerable mansion are the quaint
figures on the wall paper (many of
which peep out through rents in a cov-
ering of later design) ; the uneven
floor; the brass latches (which, it is
safe to say, have not been scoured for
over a century) ; and the many paned
window-sashes.
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Saint Paul's Church
To the north of the house, there is a
small orchard wherein are numerous
fruit trees ; chief among which are the
apple, pear, and peach. The well is
on the opposite side — or at the south.
Attached to the rope that hangs from
the long pole or "well-sweep" is a bot-
tomless yet moss-covered bucket. Tall
poplar trees cast a little shade over this
spot ; tiger lilies and sweet-briar rose
bushes run wild in great profusion. A
small locust or cherry tree can be seen
here and there, while not far away is a
bed of ripe asparagus. From this spot,
the home of Mr. McSparran's father-
in-law, as it stands near South Ferry
upon the ridge between Narrow, or
Pettaquamscutt, river and the ocean, is
plainly visible. Hannah Gardiner, his
wife, was the daughter of William
Gardiner, an emigrant from England
and one of the first settlers in Narra-
gansett. Mr. Gardiner was a man of
considerable wealth ; the owner of ex-
tensive estates and master of numer-
ous slaves.
On the death of Dr. McSparran his
remains were interred beneath the floor
under the communion table of Saint
Paul's Church, of which he was the
first rector. The church is still stand-
ing— the oldest episcopal edifice in
New England — but not on its original
site. As the population of Rhode Isl-
and increased, business slowly yet
surely drew away from the favored
Narragansett Country towards Provi-
dence and the northern part of the
State. Thus it came about that there
were not enough people to support the
old Saint Paul's in its former situation.
So, as an accommodation for the ma-
jority of its members, the church was
moved to Wickford, in 1800, from the
place where it had been built in 1707.
For over half a century, Dr. McSpar-
ran's grave was unmarked. In 1868
a monument was erected, upon the spot
where his body now rests, by order of
the diocese of Rhode Island.
On the east side of the road running
north from the village of Kingston
(formerly called Little Rest) there
stands a large rock, built into a wall,
upon which the following is painted in
The Monument to Dr. McSparran
FARM HOUSES IN THE NARRAGANSETT COUNTRY
39*
The Site of the Judge Potter Place
red letters: "The ancient Judge Wm.
Potter Place : Headquarters of the
noted preacher Jemima Wilkinson (or
"Universal Friend") for six years,
from 1777 to 1783."
Jemima Wilkinson was the great-
grand-daughter of the first Wilkinson
who emigrated to this country (in
1645) and who had been a Lieutenant
in Cromwell's army. Her own father
lived in Cumberland, Rhode Island,
where he was engaged in farming.
Jemima, the eighth child, was born
on the fifth day of the week,
November 29, 1752. Since Mrs.
Wilkinson died when Jemima was a
mere child, the cares of the household
early fell upon her shoulders. About
the time she became eighteen years of
age, a religious excitement prevailed in
Providence County ; the celebrated
George Whitfield acting as preacher on
many occasions. These meetings must
have made a serious impression upon
Jemima ; for she soon cast off all her
finery and from a vain, proud, selfish
girl changed to a demure mistress. Her
early education having been sadly neg-
lected, she now tried to make up for
this handicap by employing all her
spare moments reading the bible ; she
determined to lead a religious life.
She was stricken by a contagious
fever, and her friends, when gathered
around what was thought would be
her death-bed one night, saw her en-
ter into a trance. For hours the
body was motionless, there being no
perceptible heart beat or breathing.
All at once Jemima spoke, telling
those in the room that she had been
reanimated and must now ' 'raise her
dead body." The watchers were
startled but, fortunately, kept their
senses. Her clothes were brought to
her as quickly as requested, where-
upon she arose, dressed herself, and
fervently prayed for strength to carry
out her mission. Then she said:
"Jemima Wilkinson is no more. She
has died; this" (touching her breast)
"is her spirit henceforth to be known
as the Universal Friend." Jemima's
life thereafter was devoted to the
preaching of a new religion, in which
she adopted many of the teachings of
the Quakers, but claimed to be the
daughter of God and likened herself
to Christ. One of her early converts
was Judge William Potter of Narra-
gansett, a noted Rhode Island lawyer,
who built a large addition to his house
for the accommodation of "the Uni-
versal Friend" and her followers.
There they lived for six years, the
mansion becoming known as the
" Abbey." In 1784 Jemima and her
proselytes removed to Yates County,
New York, where they remained until
her death in 18 19, when the colony
gradually dispersed.
Between the years 1746 and 1750 a
number of Scotch gentlemen emi-
grated from Great Britain to the Eng-
lish Colonies. Some settled at Phila-
delphia, others at New York ; but by
far the major portion came to the
southern part of Rhode Island, then
known as the "Garden of America."
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A prominent man in this colony was
the celebrated Dr. Thomas Moffat,
who settled upon a tract of land not
far from the village of Wickford in
what is now North Kingstown. It
appears that Dr. Moffat was unfortu-
nate in the choice of a home; for his
gaudy dress and obsequious manners
were so offensive to the plain habics
of the Quakers who dwelt in this com-
munity that they refused to employ
him. Consequently, Dr. Moffat be-
gan to look about for some other mode
of "genteel subsistance."
Observing that large amounts of
money were annually sent to Scotland
in payment for the great quantity of
snuff then imported each year, he de-
signed to partially supply this demand
by raising his own tobacco and then
grinding it into the luxurious article of
commerce. So, choosing some land
at the head of the Pettaquamscutt
River for his farm, he sent to Scot-
land for a mechanic who considered
himself capable of constructing and
managing a snuff mill. A certain
Gilbert Stuart was secured, who mar-
ried a daughter of one of Narragan-
sett's most substantial planters soon
after his arrival in America, and who
settled in a house near the first snuff
mill built in New England, of which
he was the proprietor.
There is not a more picturesque or
attractive farm house in the Narra-
gansett Country than this one. Situ-
ated by the roadside, yet only half vis-
ible in the approach from either di-
rection because of the drooping wil-
low trees that partially hide it from
view, this place has a particularly se-
cluded appearance. As seen from
the driveway, the structure is of two
and one-half stories. But since it is
built into a hill-side, the house ap-
pears to have only one story, besides
the unfinished rooms under the wide-
angled gambrel roof, when approached
from the opposite direction. This is
the front and, contrary to an old cus-
tom, it faces toward the north. Thick
planks, under which the huge water-
wheel can be heard turning whenever
the dam-gate is lifted up, extend for a
short distance (or about the width of
a broad piazza) in front of the house.
Beyond this, and still to the north, a
beautiful sheet of water expands, re-
flecting the numerous trees that bor-
der upon its banks as well as the pic-
turesque buildings at its foot. Is it
any wonder that a person born among
such delightful surroundings as these
should be inspired to paint? The
front door is not quite in the centre
of the house — there being three win-
dows toward the west and but one on
the east side of it. The latter serves
to light up the room where Gilbert
Charles Stuart was born — for thus he
was christened by the Rev. Dr. Mc-
Sparran. However, his middle name
— which betokens the Jacobite princi-
ples of his father — he dropped when a
young man and, were it not for some
letters written to his friend Water-
house and the church records, we
should have no evidence to prove that
he was ever so named.
Not much of Gilbert Stuart's boy-
hood could have been spent in Narra-
gansett, for he was early sent to the
Newport Grammar School. His
great talent first made itself manifest
at the age of thirteen, when he began
copying pictures in black lead. Some
time after this, and during his sojourn
in Newport, he made the acquaintance
of Cosmo Alexander, a gentleman of
The Birthplace of Gilbert Stuart
considerable means, who ostensibly
made painting his profession while
travelling in America though it is
thought he was making the tour as a
political spy. Stuart soon became
Mr. Alexander's pupil, and it is to this
gentleman that the famous portrait
painter owes his rudimentary knowl-
edge of the art in which he excelled
Mr. Alexander had become so attached
to his apt scholar by the close of the
summer that he requested Gilbert to
accompany him on a tour through the
southern states. Stuart accepted the
invitation, and after travelling in Vir-
ginia, Carolina, and Georgia, they two
journeyed to England where Mr.
Alexander died shortly after they
reached his home. Stuart next fell
into the hands of Chambers, who also
died a short time after adopting his
protegee. Thence the young Ameri-
can artist returned to Newport in 1793.
About this time the conservative in-
terests of the Stuart family induced
them to move to Nova Scotia. Being,
as it were, left alone in the world, Gil-
bert again sailed for England (after a
short visit in the colonies) for the pur-
pose of studying under Benjamin
West, the great historical painter of
that day, and his subsequent career is
too well known to need repetition here.
The snuff mill still stands. Noth-
ing remains, however, to indicate the
purpose for which it was originally
built.
Christopher Raymond Perry, the
father of two commodores, was born
in Newport, and, after his marriage,
settled upon a farm which borders on
the road connecting the villages of
Wakefield and Kingston or, as the
latter was then called, Little Rest. The
tall trees of an old orchard (which
surrounds the house on the northern
and western sides) make so dense a
screen that the buildings are com-
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The Birthplace of Gilbert Stuart From the Rear
pletely hidden when observed from
the highway. The dwelling is a large
square two and one-half story struc-
ture, having a "barn," or "Canada,"
roof. The front entrance, similar to
that of many old-fashioned houses, is
at the south over two flat graniie-
stone door-steps into a small hall that
is scarcely four feet square. A curv-
ing stairway (partly hidden by a par-
tition) leads to the upper story. Two
spacious rooms, which are similarly
situated on either side of the hall-way,
each measure twenty feet square in
size. Both of these are well lighted.
Every window frame has thirty-two
panes of glass, no pane measuring over
six inches square. Huge beams,
which have never been painted (hence
the many knots and primal hewings
can yet be plainly seen) run along the
ceilings ; while four stern corner-posts
rigidly guard each room. In the rear
304
of the small hall and with an entrance
from the rooms situated at either side
of the hallway, is a poorly lighted
apartment, probably measuring twelve
by eighteen feet. A large fireplace
running from floor to ceiling, covers
over two-thirds of the southern side of
this room, while its wide hearthstone
extends fully half way across the floor.
To the right, is a smaller opening
(through which one can see a bricked
floor) where the baking was done in
"ye olden time," after heating the oven
by means of red hot coals. This
room was formerly employed as a
kitchen, but is now used as a dining
room by the more up-to-date inhabi-
tants. The small "L" to the north is
a mere shed where the vegetables and
meats were kept in by-gone days, as
is shown by the big oak staples run
through the beams, upon which a
whole ox was hungf as soon as butch-
FARM HOUSES IN THE NARRAGANSETT COUNTRY
39 b
ered. The plan of the second story is
almost an exact duplicate of the first;
each room, however, being supplied
with a fireplace. From the windows
of the southeast chamber one may
have a panoramic view of exception-
ally pretty scenery. McSparran Hill
rises up and extends toward the north ;
Tower Hill extends in the opposite di-
rection. The villages of Wakefield
and Peace Dale lie serenely in the dis-
tant valley. Here and there a little
stream runs through barren pastures
while, upon its banks, tall elm trees
grow now and then. And so the un-
equalled pastoral scenery continues, its
beauty multiplying itself many times
and making an ideal spot for the birth-
place of a famous commodore.
Christopher Perry had five children,
all of whom were boys. The oldesc
of these, Oliver Hazard, was born in
the house previously described. Mat-
thew Calbraith Perry was not born in
the same house as Oliver. It seems
as if such a double honor would have
been too much for one building. His
birthplace was upon a farm to the
south of Wakefield in what is now
known as Matumuck. The entrance
is off the old post-road and at a point
where the ground rises just enough to
command an unsurpassed view of the
surrounding country. Towards the
east and across a beautiful sheet of
water called "Great Salt Lake," Point
Judith extends out into the bold At-
lantic. Still in this direction, but
converging toward the north, is Nar-
ragansett Pier and just across the bay
the merry city of Newport. To the
north, one has a view of hills, valleys,
and villages while woodlands cut off a
similar picture at the west. The sandy
shores of Matumuck wind alone the
south, while opposite Block Island is
vaguely visible.
But, if we follow a winding drive
that leads through a small grove and
thence into an open pasture, we shall
finally arrive in front of a weather-
beaten, one and one-half story gam-
brel roofed house, which is surrounded
by a dilapidated picket fence and
whose roof is covered with red water-
proof paper in order to keep it from
leaking. The driveway continues
toward the west to the barn, curving
around an old orchard, where knotty
pears and wormy apples hang in great
— "•";*~~~:~'".".- •;"■'■'-
Birthplace of Oliver Hazard Perry
profusion upon the mossy branches.
Clumps of blue larkspur and scarlet
sage, evidences of the beautiful flower
garden once existing there, have out-
grown their limits and spread nearly
all over the yard. Bushes of japonica
and syringa here and there take the
place of the rotten fence or stand
where it has fallen apart.
Like many other old buildings, the
house faces south with a doorway in
the middle of that front. The hall
is long and narrow and its monotony
is broken only by a straight stair-case
that runs lengthwise along the eastern
partition. On the right of the en-
The Birthplace of Matthew Calbraith Perry
trance is a room of moderate size, out
of which a small bedroom extends
toward the north. Back of the hall,
with a doorway entering therefrom,
stands the kitchen. It has but two
small windows (both on the north
side) which barely admit enough light
to illumine the sooty fireplace opposite
them. The latter is high enough for
a man of average height to stand erect
in. On the west is an "L" that is
scarcely eight feet square, formerly
used as a milk-room and closet com-
bined, as its numerous shelves indicate.
There is a small door on the south side
of it that opens upon a terrace built
up around the well-curb. The sec-
ond story is quite similar to the first.
Although uninhabited and allowed to
go to ruin, this farm is the property
(by purchase) of one of the Commo-
dore's descendants.
Matthew Calbraith, the third son of
Christopher Raymond and Sarah
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Alexander Perry, was born here in
1794. His services to his country in
the opening of Japan to the commerce
of the world, although less brilliant,
were no less distinguished than his
brother's ; and both form a part of the
nation's history.
Perhaps there is no farm house in
the entire Narragansett Country that
has a more palatial appearance than
the Robinson mansion, situated about
a mile north of South Ferry or, as it
was formerly called, Franklin's Ferry.
The spaciousness and grandeur of this
old Colonial home can not but impress
one as he drives up and dismounts
upon the stone horse-block that stands
next to the road-side. Tall weeping
willow trees cast a deep shade over the
house and surrounding dooryard.
while here and there is a clump of
Boxwood which indicates the extent of
the old-fashioned "posy garden." But
nothing else, bevond a broken trellis or
FARM HOUSES IN THE NARRAGANSETT COUNTRY
397
decayed rustic seat, now exists to sug-
gest the gayety and high living that
was formerly so customary here.
The house ( including the slave quar-
ters) was originally one hundred and
ten feet long, as the stone underpin-
ning, which still extends in easterly
and northerly directions, indicates.
But, at the present day, it measures
only about sixty feet in length and is
only about thirty feet wide. The struc-
ture is two stories high, above which
there is a wide angled gambrel roof.
Like all houses built over a century
ago, it is covered with shingles which
have never been painted, though the
moss that has now grown upon them
gives the building a dark green color.
xAll the timber used in constructing this
mansion was felled upon the farm ; and
the rugged rafters, which have not de-
cayed or sagged an inch, are reminders
of the famous trees that formerly grew
in the forests of Old Narragansett.
The massive, weather-beaten door,
on which hangs an unpolished brass
knocker, admits to a small hallway.
The black walnut stair-case, with its
beautifully turned balustrade and
unique drop ornaments, is magnificent.
All the walls on the lower floor are
wainscotted. In each of the rooms on
either side of the hall (in both lower
and upper stories) there is a fireplace
which has blue and white Dutch tile,
with allegoric pictures bordering
around it. The west parlor is twenty
feet square and has a most curious
china cupboard on the north side. It
is apse-shaped, and the top is beauti-
fully carved in "sunbursts," while the
shelves are either escalloped or ser-
rated. There is a secret box on either
side, while a door made of a single
pane of glass served to keep the dust
off the beautiful china kept within.
Below this and above a tier of drawers
that extends to the floor, is a hidden
shelf (not unlike a kneading board),
that pulls out into the room, which
was probably used for a writing desk.
The space above the parlor is com-
monly known as the Lafayette cham-
ber; for legend says that the General
inhabited it for the space of one month
during the Revolution. The numer-
ous French signatures and mono-
grams, supposedly inscribed upon the
window panes by means of his dia-
mond rings, would seem to justify this
tradition. At the left of the hallway
The Hannah Robinson House
on the first floor, is a dining room that
measures twenty by twenty-two feet in
size. Above the large fireplace in it
there is a dingy oil painting more
crude than finished, which depicts
a deer hunt that took place upon the
premises while the house was building.
The hunted animal is represented
as leaping away toward the forest
next to the shore with the sports-
men in hot pursuit. The riders ap-
pear to be standing up in their
stirrups rather than sitting quietly
upon those famous Narragansett
pacers which they surely rode. The
chamber above is still known as the
"Unfortunate Hannah's Bed-room," it
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FARM HOUSES IN THE NARRAGANSETT COUNTRY
having been used by Mr. Robinson's
beautiful daughter. The story of her
life is a pathetic tale of misplaced
love.
Rowland Robinson, her father, was
a typical Narragansett planter —
wealthy, proud, and irascible, yet kind
at heart. His hospitality was great,
and under his roof were given frequent
entertainments and gay social func-
tions. The beauty of his daughter
Hannah was celebrated and brought
her many suitors. No money had
been spared on her education, but of
all her accomplishments she was most
devoted to dancing. In happened that
a French Huguenot of aristocratic
lineage had taken refuge in Newport,
where he supported himself by giving
lessons in dancing. A love affair be-
tween Hannah and Pierre Simond was
the natural consequence, and it was
accompanied by all those clandestine
meetings and secret exchanges of mis-
sives which lend romance to such af-
fair in the eyes of young people. Dis-
covered by Hannah's mother, efforts
were made to break off the affair, but
in vain, and at last the mother was in-
duced to lend her assistance to an
elopement, by which the young people
were finally united in marriage. Han-
nah was disowned by her father, and
her lover, discovering that there was
no hope of a reconciliation, out of
which he might profit, deserted his
bride, leaving her to sickness and de-
spair. The reconciliation followed,
but too late, for on the day following
the unfortunate girl's return to her
home the song of the whippoorwill was
heard beneath the window, and when
morning dawned she was dead. Her
grave may be seen today in the old
family lot on the homestead. Beside
it bachelor's buttons and "Bouncing
Bess" never blossoms, though hearts-
ease blooms in great profusion as if to
soothe the spirit of "Unfortunate Han-
nah Robinson."
Creating Character at the Lyman
School for Boys, Westborough,
Massachusetts
By Alfred S. Roe
"For I do not think that a measure cost-
ing an equal amount of money, care and at-
tention could have been devised, that will
in the end diminish to a greater extent
vice, crime and suffering in the Common-
wealth."*
THE annual average of erring
boys whom the Bay State has
sent to her Lyman School
for juvenile delinquents may
be reckoned from the fact that No. I
was entered November i, 1848, while
No. 7784, in the latest volume of the
great record books of the institution,
represents a diminutive specimen of
juvenile humanity, not many times
larger than the volume itself, who at
10.30 a. m., March 4, 1902, was ush-
ered into the Superintendent's office.
The story which he told, in reply to
leading questions, readily explains why
he and very many of his associates are
there. The youngest of seven children,
he had just passed his eleventh birth-
day. To the best of his knowledge, he
had a father somewhere in Boston, but
he had no recollection of ever seeing
him. His mother was dead. His
latest home had been with a sister, his
earliest, the town farm. The charge
*From Theodore Lyman's letter to the
Commissioners, comunicating his willing-
ness to donate the sum of $10,000 for the
more effectual carrying out of the Act of
the Legislature contemplating the establish-
ment of the School.
of stubbornness, on which he was
entered, like charity, covers a mul-
titude of sins in the Lyman School. All
offenses, not otherwise easily named,
are lumped under this one head. This
latest boy had repeatedly run away
from his sister's home, impelled there-
to, perhaps by the same inherited trait
which in the lad's infancy had prompt-
ed the father to desert his family. Well
may the Trustees, in one of their re-
ports, make the pertinent query, "How
can a boy escape from his ancestors?"
Carefully kept in the vaults of the
school, are nearly thirty volumes of
records, telling when and why the boys
appeared and, as far as possible, their
subsequent careers. All sorts of histo-
ries are found therein. At least one
lad passed out to a criminal manhood
and finally expiated his capital offense
upon the scaffold, while successful bus-
iness men, college graduates, and de-
voted ministers of the gospel have
dated their upward start in life to the
help and encouragement given them
here. Number 1 was sent from Lowell
as "Idle and dissolute." He was fif-
teen years old ; responding to the ef-
forts made in his behalf, he learned the
carpenter's trade and in 1851, went to
California. There he became a farmer
and in 1853, tne ^ast entry, he was in
possession of a large and well-stocked
farm. No. 2 came the 3d of November
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and in 1855 was at sea. No. 4 came on
the 4th and he too went to sea, and was
drowned. In 1876, No. 5 came back to
visit the school. During the war he
had been in the navy, and, an honest,
reputable man, was then enjoying a
pension from the Government on ac-
count of an eye lost in its defence. And
so on.
In the care of over active boys, Mas-
sachusetts was a pioneer. In 1824,
New York City had begun her institu-
tion for youthful delinquents on Ran-
dall's Island; in 1826, both Philadel-
phia and Boston followed with similar
provisions for street waifs and juve-
nile offenders, but Massachusetts was
the first state as an entire body politic
to reform the young by an institution
for punitive purposes. It was in the
earlier days of the administration of
Gov. Briggs, that the demand for such
an institution as is at Westborough
began to be heard. Too many boys
of tender age were sent each year by
the courts to the jails and state prison,
there to become adepts in crime,*
and there is little wonder that petitions
for some action, obviating such pro-
cedure should pour in upon the Legis-
lature. That body passed an act which
the Governor signed, April 16, 1846,
empowering him to appoint three Com-
missioners, who at an expense not to
exceed $r 0,000, should purchase not
less than fifty acres of land upon which
the "State Manual Labor School"
should be established. Governor Briggs
appointed Alfred Dwight Foster of
Worcester, who had only recently been
*In 1845, exclusive of Suffolk, Norfolk,
Hampshire and Barnstable Counties, ninety-
seven childien, under sixteen years of age,
had been arrested and sentenced to houses
of correction in Massachusetts.
a member of the Executive Council,
Robert Rantoul, the orator and states-
man of Salem, and Samuel H. Walley,
Jr., of Roxbury, a member of the
Council, but better known among his
contemporaries as Deacon of Boston's
Old South Church. These gentlemen,
after visits to the existing institutions
of New York, Philadelphia and Bos-
ton, and a careful consideration of the
proper location for the school, fixed
upon the town of Westborough, as suf-
ficiently near the center of population
and they purchased on the shores of
Chauncey Pond the 180-acre farm of
Lovett Peters as their first decisive
act.
It was at this time that there en-
tered into their deliberations a man
whose name has been for more
than half a century a synonym for
philanthrophy throughout the Com-
monwealth, though, then and during
his life, the fact that Theodore Lyman
was the benefactor of Massachusetts
boys was not known beyond the imme-
diate circle actively interested. Scarce-
ly had the Commissioners settled upon
the location, when they received a let-
ter, expressing the writer's warm sym-
pathy with the project and indicating
a willingness to give $10,000 towards
the necessary outlay in securing the
land, and a disposition to give an addi-
tional $5,000 or $10,000, provided the
State would duplicate the sum, to help
the boys to a start in life on their leav-
ing the institution. The twenty letters
between the Commissioners and Mr.
Lyman, beautifully transcribed and in
the finest bindings, form one of the
most interesting possessions of the
school. Theodore Lyman, whose
name is forever associated with this
heaven born effort to repair man's
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401
faults and crimes, was born in Bos-
ton, February 20, 1792, and died at
his home in Brookline, July 18, 1849.
Possessed of large wealth, he had the
advantages of education at Harvard
and of foreign travel in company with
Edward Everett. Returning to Mas-
sachusetts, he studied law and entering
the militia attained the rank of Briga-
dier-General. He was a member of
both branches of the Legislature, was
twice Mayor of Boston and, when
serving his second term, at the risk of
his own life, rescued Win. Lloyd Gar-
rison from the hands of an infuriated
mob. As former president of the Bos-
ton Farm School, and dissatisfied with
its management, he still may have
gained there that appreciation of such
attempts to make citizens out of waste
material which prompted him to as-
sume so large a part in the direction
and maintenance of the, then so called,
Reform School. Unhappily he did not
live to see the beneficent results that
followed his gifts, in all amounting to
$72,500, the income of which was not
to go into "bricks and mortar" but
rather to the building and equipping of
the boys themselves. Not till death
had sealed the lips of the giver, did the
authorities of the school reveal the
name of its benefactor.
The Act appropriating $35,000 for
buildings and $1,000 for stocking, im-
proving and cultivating the farm was
signed by Governor Briggs, April 9,
1847. As the first gift of Mr. Lyman
had paid for the Peters farm, there
was yet an unexpended sum of $10,000
to be applied with the above appropria-
tion. By the same Act, the institution
was established under the name of
State Reform School. At first juve-
nile delinquents under sixteen vears of
Bust of Theodore Lyman
age could be sent, later the age was
left discretionary with the courts. The
management was placed in the hands
of seven Trustees, to be appointed by
the Governor. Including those first
appointees of 1847, to date seventy-
eight different men and women have
served upon the Board. Naturally,
they have come largely from the east-
ern portion of the State, as have the
greater part of the boys themselves. In
the list of Trustees are found the
names of some of the most distin-
guished people in the Commonwealth.
Among them may be recognized phil-
anthropists of world wide fame, busi-
ness men who have added to the pros-
perity of the State together with pro-
fessional men and officers of high de-
gree. The senior surviving Trustee
is E. A. Goodnow of Worcester, now
in his ninety-second year, who in 1864
received his first appointment from
Governor Andrew and served till 1874.
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Miss Elizabeth C. Putnam
Eventually realizing- that such philan-
thropy as this needed the refining in-
fluence of the gentler sex, in 1879,
Governor Talbot made Adelaide A.
Calkins of Spring-field the first woman
member of the Board. To-day the
longest term of service stands to the
credit of Miss Elizabeth C. Putnam
who, appointed in 1880 by Governor
John D. Long, looks back upon nearly
a quarter of a century of devotion and
kindly labors. Westborough or some
other nearby town from the start has
had a representative, that immediate
conference in emergency may be held
with the Superintendent. In this way
the home town has had eight members
of the Board, to-day the resident Trus-
tee being Melvin H. Walker, appointed
in 1884.
Supervising architects were selected,
plans were approved, and June 15,
1847, a contract for construction was
made for the sum of $52,000. April
15, 1848, the Legislature added $21,-
000 to the building appropriation, and
on the 25th of the same month gave
$10,000 to cover Theodore Lyman's
donation, to be expended at the discre-
tion of the Trustees, and $8,000 for
farm buildings, stock, etc. The orig-
inal edifice was evidently fashioned
largely on the then existing building
reared for the same purpose by New
York City on Randall's Island, and on
the congregate plan, for the advantages
of segregation had not, as yet, made
themselves evident. Boys for whom
there were supposed to be accommoda-
tions for three hundred, were admitted
before the structure was formally dedi-
cated December 7, 1848.
However well appointed buildings
may be, they cannot make a school.
Much depends upon the man who di-
rects. The first Superintendent was
Wm. R. Lincoln who served from
1847 until May 9, 1853. His successors
to date have been James M. Talcott,
now living after thirty years of reform-
atory work, aged eighty-five, in Elling-
ton, Conn. [i853-'5i] ; Wm. E. Starr
[1857^67], who at the age of ninety
Melvin H. Walker
General View of the Lyman School
years is living in Worcester, Actuary
of the State Mutual Life Insurance
Co., not only the oldest surviving Su-
perintendent, but one of the oldest men
in active employ in the Common-
wealth; Joseph A. Allen [i86i'67J
and [ 1 88 1 -'85], who came to the school
from Syracuse, N. Y., though Massa-
chusetts born and bred ; O. K. Hutch-
inson [i867-'68] ; Benj. Evans [1868-
73]; Col. Allen G. Shepherd [1873-
'78]; Luther H. Sheldon [i878-'8o] ;
Edmund T. Dooley [i88o-'8i] ; Henry
E. Swan [1885-^8], and Theodore F.
Chapin [1888], a native of New York
State, who saw service during the War
of the Rebellion, was graduated from
Rochester University in 1870 and came
to the Lyman School from a long and
varied experience as a teacher in the
Empire State. The Assistant Superin-
tendent, Walter M. Day, is in his elev-
enth year of service. Very soon the
edifice, large as it was, proved inade-
quate to the demands, and during
1852-3 an addition was made upon the
eastern side almost doubling the orig-
inal capacity of the school. November
3> J853, the enlarged structure was
again dedicated. Lest idle hands
should get into mischief, it was neces-
sary to find something for them to do,
and the problem of employment, from
the beginning, has been one of the most
difficult of solution. Very early, the
boys were set to weaving cane seats for
chairs and to making shoes under con-
tract, but at no time did those in au-
thority feel that this was the best form
of work for their charges, and only
resorted to it until something better
could be devised. So long, however,
as the congregate system prevailed,
these forms of labor continued. Later
years have revealed the possibilities
and advantages of farm and skilled
mechanical work. In 1853, Mary-
Lamb of Boston gave to the school one
thousand dollars, the income from
which should be devoted to the im-
provement of the library, a fund whose
wide reaching utility it may be doubted
if even the giver could have realized.
No incident in the history of the
school is more thrilling than that of
the first successful attempt to destroy
the building by fire, August 13, 1859.
One of the inmates, a boy of more than
usual restlessness, with four associates,
set fire to one of the wooden flues in
the northwest corner of the edifice and
in a short time three-fourths of the en-
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tire structure was destroyed. Officers
had to think and act quickly. The 566
boys, considerably more than the build-
ing's real capacity, were immediately
scattered in temporary quarters in
Fitchburg, Concord and Westborough.
In the latter 150 lads were housed in an
old steam mill. The boys who set the
fire were taken before the courts and
the leader, No. 2298, was sentenced to
Worcester House of Correction, where
he died the next year. Using money
from the Lyman Fund, the Trustees
at once set about rebuilding, and in
i860, October 10, the renewed build-
ing was dedicated with an address by
President Felton of Harvard College.
The Lyman School is an evolution.
All interested felt the necessity of clas-
sification and were convinced that boys
too old in years and experience were
admitted. After the fire, efforts were
made to obviate some defects. To be-
gin with, fifty of the older boys were
sent aboard the school ship "Massa-
chusetts," and other reductions fol-
lowed, so that at the dedication there
were only 333 boys, the lowest number
for many years. At this time, also,
shoe making was given up and the re-
formative features of the institution
began to be developed.
The strain through which the school
had passed and the unruly nature of
many of the inmates had necessitated
forms of discipline to which open and
determined exception was taken by
very many citizens. Whether for good
or evil, at this late day it would be idle
to attempt a judgment though never,
for one moment, could the integrity of
the officers' intentions be questioned.
Yielding to popular clamor, Governor
Banks removed the entire Board of
Trustees excepting Theodore Lyman,
the son of the liberal founder, and im-
mediately appointed six new members.
Upon these gentlemen came the re-
sponsibility of securing a new Superin-
tendent and he was found in Joseph A.
Allen whose reputation as a teacher
was of the best. Of his ten years' stay
in Westborough, his experience and
conclusions in connection with the
boys intrusted to his care, he has given
us a most delightful account in a little
book, the only one that has been print-
ed concerning the school except the
annual pamphlet reports of the Trus-
tees. But even Supt. Allen's capacity,
tact and devotion could not overcome
the structural difficulties of the insti-
tution. There were still two radical
faults : boys too old and vicious ; and
the congregate system, which permit-
ted bad lessons to be imparted in the
yard by the older to the younger lads.
Although for some time a system of
trust houses had been growing up out-
side, the yard was still within what
were really prison walls, and the
long lines of boys moved in close
column to their cells at night to
the refrain of clanging bolts. In
1873, the school ship boys came
back and the conditions were even
harder than ever. May 5th of this
year, having secured duplicate keys, a
break for liberty was made by one hun-
dred lads, but so effectual was the ef-
fort to capture them, that all save four
or five slept that night in the old quar-
ters. It was no bed of roses for Col.
Shepherd during his five years, and
only his superb executive ability car-
ried him through the trying period.
May 31, 1 88 1, a boy of thirteen at-
tempted to fire the building, but with
no such serious results as those of
1859.
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405
As once before, the governor (Tal-
bot) in 1879 removed the entire board
of Trustees and appointed a new one.
The yeast of development was begin-
ning to work and neither authorities
nor public were to be much longer sat-
isfied with the old state of affairs. The
first radical measure came when the
Legislature voted to change the name
of the institution from State Reform
School to the present appellation in an
Act, signed by Governor Robinson,
June 3, 1884. As the present Superin-
tendent remarked, "The name has long
been a misnomer for it is a formative
rather than a reformative place," in
most cases a creation, rather than a
reformation was necessary. The max-
imum age of commitment was reduced
to fifteen, provisions were made for the
securing of a new farm and during the
year twenty-six of the worst boys were
sent to sea. The old edifice on the
shores of Chauncey Pond was given
over to the Commonwealth for an in-
sane hospital and entirely new quar-
ters were sought on the most conspicu-
ous elevation in the town a mile and
over to the northwest of the village.
This new location was historic ground,
for the Bela J. Stone farm which was
purchased, included the site of the first
church erected in Westborough, the
farm house is built over the cellar of
the old first parsonage and the timbers
of the old meeting house sheds formed
a useful part of the farm-barn. Facing
the main approach to the farm-house,
now called Maple Cottage, is a large
structure used in former days as a
seminary and sanitarium, but now a
part of the school, called Willow Cot-
tage. At first it was leased, and in
April, 1885, was occupied by the first
installment from the old building. Next
Maple Cottage
The Willows
Lyman Hall
The Gables
Oaks and the Hillside
came the Hillside, then Lyman Hall,
with a frontage of one hundred and
four feet, the largest structure on the
grounds. The report to October,
1886, says that the farm and buildings
then in use, including the chapel, and
introduction of water, steam heating
and gas had cost $78,000, ten thousand
of which had been taken from the Ly-
man Fund. The chapel, though men-
tioned, was not completed, but was to
cost $3,500. It was dedicated June 3,
of the following year. In February,
1887, the Willow Park Seminary was
bought for $3,000, and the farm then
consisted of 99 acres.
Owing to greater care in the com-
mitment of boys and in the reduced
age maximum, the number of inmates
was smaller than it had been in more
than a generation, but by October,
1887, crowding began again, one hun-
dred and eighteen boys being quar-
tered in space intended for ninety. The
present convenient office and home of
the Superintendent came in 1888 at a
cost of $8,000, and the same year was
purchased the Wilson farm to the
westward, thereby securing more cot-
tage space in the shape of the "Way-
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side," one of the most attractive in the
entire plant. Subsequent applications
to the Legislature have resulted in ap-
propriations for more cottages, till now
there are nine with an average room
for thirty boys each. The names as-
signed to these beginning with Way-
side on the west are Bowlder, Oak,
Hillside, Gables, Lyman, Chauncey,
Maple and Willow. Lyman Hall, at
first containing the residence and of-
fice of the Superintendent, is divided
into two parts, the eastern part bearing
the name of the early President of
Harvard and of the nearby pond. The
Gables is the made-over chapel, hal-
lowed by the dedicatory words of Phil-
lips Brooks, but thus altered when the
opening of the new school building
rendered a chapel no longer necessary.
Careful counting reveals even more
gables than those assigned to Haw-
thorne's famous house.
The latest of the many buildings
clustered upon this hillside is the
schoolhouse built especially for
school and chapel purposes and opened
March 1, 1900, in the presence of
the school, the Trustees and many
visitors. After the formal services
The Farm Barns
were over the boys were given
free range of the edifice, and to
their credit it should be added that in
no way did they violate the confidence
reposed in them. The main assembly
hall is one of the finest proportioned
and best lighted rooms in the Com-
monwealth. Nor is the building era
ended, since increased population
brings more boys and greater demands
for quarters and the present Legisla-
ture is expected to authorize the erec-
tion of a tenth cottage. It should be
stated that in the effort to separate and
classify, in August, 1895, the Trustees
bought in the town of Berlin, from
seven or eight miles to the northward
of the Lyman School, a farm of one
hundred acres at a cost of $5,250, en-
tering into possession in October and
occupying in November, the total out-
lay for farm and improved buildings
being about $9,000. Here are placed
the smaller lads, those for whom homes
are earliest sought in country towns,
the theory being that good homes on
the farm are the very best places for
juveniles who have yielded to the
temptations and allurements of citv
life.
In all this addition of buildings, one
notable case of subtraction should be
mentioned. August 26, 1900, after the
great hay-barn had been well filled
with provisions for winter, certain
boys with incendiary proclivities and
actuated by the desire to escape, set fire
to the inflammable contents and the
structure was entirely destroyed. For
the sake of the other boys, it must be
said that they turned to with a will and
did all in their power to save the barn
and contents. The firebugs were
transferred to Concord and the barn
was rebuilt in time for winter's use.
Here then is the plant of the Lyman
School having in all 259*4 acres of
land, valued at $22,500, with buildings
large and small, rated at $205,970, be-
sides personal property to the amount
of $69,670, making a grand total of
nearly three hundred thousand dollars.
Is the game worth the candle? This
is the query which is annually raised
by some doubting Thomas who looks
for a quick and visible return for
money expended. To such, those who
have given most time and attention to
the school reply, ''Yes, a thousand
times yes." The most convincing evi-
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Supt. Theodore F. Chapin
dence is furnished by a visit to the in-
stitution itself. Even at this late day,
there is abroad a notion that these lads
are hemmed in by locks and bolts, that
they sleep behind barred windows and
that there are deep and dark as well
as damp dungeons for boys who have
transgressed the rules of the school.
Were a total stranger to enter the plant
at the "Willows" and to pursue his
course to the "Wayside," he might
marvel at the number of bright look-
ing lads engaged in a great variety of
occupations but not once would the
thought arise that each and every boy
is here for cause and sent here by due
process of law. Should he behold them
at their sports or farm work, or see
them in their well appointed school
rooms, he would simply wonder that
so many boys should be gathered so
far from a large town, and his natural
conclusion would be that he had
stumbled upon an unusually large and
prosperous boarding school.
At the end of the school year, Sep-
tember 30, 190T, there were 327 boys
in charge. During the year, 292 had
been received, 264 discharged, with an
average presence of 303.89. For this
period, the State paid out $70,803.96,
Besides this cash outlay, there were the
consumed products of the farm, fruit,
vegetables, poultry, eggs, and milk to
the amount of $8,177.
There is over the entire enterprise
the spirit of continuity. Until the
lamented death of Mr. H. C. Greeley,
January 1, 1902, the seven members of
the Board of Trustees represented
eighty-nine years of consecutive ser-
vice. Supt. T. F. Chapin is now in his
fourteenth year; several of the teach-
ers have been in their respective places
many years. The Nestor of the school
force is James W. Clark, engineer, who
began his duties June 1, 1863, and sav-
ing one and a half years out, his stay
has been continuous. Changes occur
in the management of the cottages only
at infrequent intervals, so that the ad-
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409
ministration is backed up by experi-
enced help. Long since the punitive
features of the school gave place to a
heartfelt disposition to regard the boys
as birds of passage, resting here for a
time till their pinions are longer grown
and their powers better developed. "The
school's chief function is to surround
the boy with influences which will fos-
ter a healthy development and all the
school has, beyond any other that I
know of in this country, is that it un-
dertakes, actually, to give efficient su-
pervision and direction, thus insuring
a realization upon the care bestowed
when the youth was in the institution."
From the first there has been no lack
of effort to instruct. Most excellent
talent has been employed, but frequent-
ly teachers grew weary of their heavy
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means and appliances should be sub-
sidary to this, the idea of punish-
ment and all thought or suggestion of
it being absolutely banished from the
question. It is quite enough that the
boy is here against his will, however
good his surroundings and care. Of
course there is an element of compul-
sion, but the influences are not con-
fined to a period here. The most crit-
ical period is the subsequent one of
probation and the distinction that this
tasks and essayed their vocation in
more congenial localities. There have
been in past days uproars and con-
fusion that come back to the witnesses
with all the appalling force of a night-
mare, but on the sunny slopes of the
present plant, nothing of the kind now
happens. At Chicago's Columbian
Exposition the display of sloyd and
other work from the Lyman School
secured a silver medal and from the
Atlanta Exhibition of 1895 a beauti-
The Chapel
ful bronze is treasured as a well-earned
trophy. While many remain a longer
time, the average stay of the boys is
eighteen months, in which time chang-
es sufficient in boyish nature have been
wrought to warrant the attempt for
something higher. The State has no
wish to restrain the lad a moment be-
yond the day when evidences are given
of an ability and a disposition to help
himself. As far as possible the boys
are graded on entering and in no re-
spect does their work differ from that
of similar grades outside. In 1890,
military drill was introduced and for
four years was maintained, arms hav-
ing been furnished by the State.
Though the manual of arms was given
up, the drill has continued as far as
facings and marching are concerned.
Each cottage has its company and offi-
cers who, wearing proper insignia, di-
rect the concerted movements of their
associates.
Manual training, beginning in
1888-9, has long been a feature of the
institution, and perhaps no work pleas-
es the lads so much as this. The re-
sults of their training may be seen on
every hand as one goes about the prem-
ises. The large writing desk in the
Superintendent's office is boy-made,
and in the Gables may be found
chairs, desks and chamber sets
built and most exquisitely carved
by these same youthful and now
useful hands. On leaving the
school nothing is more highly
prized than the bric-a-brac which the
youngster has here produced. Paper
knives, card trays, photograph-holders,
hat and umbrella racks, picture frames
and tool chests, all are proofs of his
own handiwork and he is proud of
them. Many a brain has been reached
through the fingers which had utterly
failed to respond to every other meth-
od. No effort has been spared to di-
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rect boyish energy into proper chan-
nels and evidence of this is readily dis-
covered in the new school-house, half
of whose bricks, 750,000 in number,
were laid by the boys, and they did all
the rest of the work except slating and
plastering. The wood carving on the
interior must ever excite the admira-
tion of all beholders. All the timber
and lumber were taken in the rough
and were planed and fashioned here.
The boys made all the doors and win-
dows. At a moderate estimate, they
saved the State $15,000. Under com-
petent direction the lads built the
greenhouse, 100 x 28 feet, and remod-
eled the chapel, but did not rebuild the
barn simply because it was necessary
to have it completed in less time than
would be possible for juvenile strength.
Its burned predecessor was built en-
tirely by the school. For the other
structures they did the excavating,
carried the mortar and nailed the
laths. As carpenters and bricklayers,
boys have found lucrative employment
immediately after leaving the school.
The culmination of manual training is
had in the workshop which is admir-
ably equipped for labor on both wood
and iron. Work-bench, forge and an-
vil are all in evidence and the appren-
tice really gets what stands him well
in hand when he essays the journey-
man's task outside. The appliances in
this shop differ in extent only from
those found in first class technical
schools. In the basement is the laun-
dry for the whole institution, and the
boys play the part of John Chinaman
with most commendable results.
The basement of the school-house
is given up to heating appliances and
to one of the largest and best appoint-
ed gymnasiums in the state. Here
from morn till night a competent in-
structor puts his charges through a
drill, never irksome, which straightens
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backs, limbers joints and builds up
structures which in many ways are
lacking. While a large part of the
time is given to calisthenics, a portion
of each period is devoted to climbing,
jumping and other sports dear to the
boyish heart and hands. Every cot-
rage has its own play ground and a
well trodden diamond tells its own
story of baseball. For more than thirty
years there has been a brass band
whose youthful tooters have given
pleasure to themselves and others.
The latest report of the Board of
Trustees gives a picture of the attempt
to introduce, here, the system of self-
government, so long in vogue at Free-
ville, N. Y., and called the George Ju-
nior Republic. The differences in con-
ditions prevented that success in this
school that its promoters hoped for. A
radical difference in material and the
constant changes in the personnel of
the school compelled its discontin-
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uance, though many beneficial effects
are yet evident. There is still main-
tained a system of Lyman School
money in which all exchanges on the
grounds are conducted. It has an
equivalent in U. S. Currency, but none
of the latter is allowed in the hands of
the boys. Every day's work has its
pay credited and all that the boy eats
or wears is debited and his accounts
are as closely kept as though he were
working for wages. Whatever re-
mains over and above his necessary
outlay will be redeemed by the Super-
intendent at the rate of one cent, U. S.
money for every ten cents Lyman
School currency. With this money the
boys may do what they like, within
reasonable limits. The savings bank
of Westborough carries more than one
hundred accounts of boys either in the
school or out on probation, with an
aggregate exceeding $5,000. Some of
them are very old accounts, apparently
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forgotten by the young men who
opened them.
The cottages and the Superinten-
dent's table are supplied from the same
central source, for experience has
taught the administration that one
great kitchen is better than half a, score
of smaller ones. Each week the Super-
intendent makes out a bill of fare run-
ning through from Monday to Sunday
and an inspection will convince the
most incredulous that the boys have va-
riety and plenty. While' ice cream and
escalloped oysters may not appear very
often, the boys do not go hungry to
work or to bed. The range of food
is such that a high degree of health
exists at all times in spite of the vicis-
situdes through which a large part of
the inmates have passed. A physician,
residing in the town, makes daily vis-
its, but it may be doubted whether
any equal number of people requires
less attention.
The following schedule, varied ac-
cording to the season, is a fair sample :
Bill of Fare, for week beginning March 24,
1902.
B. Oatmeal, sugar, milk.
D. Corn beef hash, cold slaw, bread
pudding.
S. Bread, milk, molasses.
B. Combination soup, bread.
D. Hamburg loaf, string beans, po-
tatoes, rice pudding.
S. Bread, milk, prune sauce.
B. Indian meal, molasses.
D. Beef stew, dumplings, prune sur-
prise.
S. Bread, milk.
B. Pea soup, bread, milk.
D. Stewed beans, brown bread,
prune roll, syrup.
S. Bread, milk, cheese.
B. Lentil puree, bread, milk.
Fish or clam chowder, brown
betty.
Bread, milk, peach sauce.
Sat. B. Bean soup, bread.
Roast beef, onions, potatoes,
blanc mange.
Bread, milk, raisin loaf.
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Mon.
Tues.
Wed.
Thurs.
Fri
D.
S.
B.
D.
S.
At Breakfast
Sun. B. Tomato soup, bread.
D. Baked beans, tomato pickles,
prune dessert.
S. Bread, milk, peach sauce.
The boys are clad in a uniform in
which blue predominates. It is warm
and serviceable and no lad appears to
suffer from the cold though he is out at
all times and in all seasons. When he
goes away he is furnished with an ap-
propriate suit for which he has been
measured. The shoes are made by
the boys on the premises. The long
line of cow-stables is policed by the
boys and they do all the milking. No
more pleasant sight greets the visitor
than that of the barn-brigade starting
out on its very useful round of duties.
The boys, under proper guidance, do
all the farm work. They plow, harrow,
plant, sow, hoe and reap. They cut
the corn stalks which are run through
the machine for the silo. They pile
the great bay full of sweet smelling
hay and all this must be done in the
forenoon, for the after dinner hours are
given to regular school work.
Regularity and constancy are rules
of the institution and unless some en-
tertainment in the large hall keeps them
up, they are all in bed before nine. In
the large hall the boys have lectures,
concerts, magic lantern exhibitions and
the same round of diversions which
come to lads of the same age elsewhere.
Sundays they gather here for a short
service, in which they participate in
the singing, and then listen to a brief
address by some one invited for the
purpose. Those who desire, can have
the ministrations of their own partic-
ular denomination and the Catholic
priest of Westborough includes the
boys of his religion in the school as a
portion of his particular charge. While
there is a large and well supplied li-
CREATING CHARACTER AT THE LYMAN SCHOOL
4'5
brary maintained from the Mary Lamb
Fund, each cottage has its own read-
ing matter, so that no boy need lack for
literary diversion. The school has its
own monthly paper, The Lyman School
Enter prise, wholly prepared and printed
on the premises. While there is some
selected matter, in the main the contents
are of local and personal interest. The
weekly programmes for the Sunday
services are here produced and the
young printers are learning the art
preservative in a way which admir-
ably fits them for similar labor beyond
the confines of the Lyman School.
At the first glance, the word cottage
hardly seems applicable to the stately
piles of brick and mortar which have
space and entertainment for thirty or
more boys, but the name came when
the buildings were smaller and doubt-
less will ever cling. Here, too, con-
tinuity prevails and unless the head of
a household departs to assume the di-
rection of an institution elsewhere, as
has happened many times, the chances
are that he will remain a long while.
The boys are prompted to a proper
pride in themselves and their own cot-
tage.
In each dormitory there are small
rooms, the occupation of which comes
as a reward for long-continued good
conduct. Soon after "a boy's arrival
the workings of a system of merits
and demerits are explained to him and
he is shown that in order to be even con-
sidered by the Trustees as a candidate
for release or ticket-of-leave he must
attain the maximum. If careful and
well disposed, he can secure this re-
quired number within one year, but
even then there may be circumstances
which render his longer detention de-
sirable. As all commitments are for
minority, even if he does go out he is
still under the constant supervision of
the Board of Visitors who have had
long experience in this work. If they
find that he is not doing well he is re-
turned to the school or even sent to
Concord. But it is a satisfaction to re-
port that in the large majority of cases
no such punishment is necessary.
Where boys run away, known in school
parlance as "eloping," they are, if
caught, as they usually are, returned to
school with the loss of all credits and
for a given period assigned to a place
of detention generally called "The
Inn," an easterly extension of "The
Wayside," where certain privileges
are withdrawn and a range of duties
including the breaking of stone is im-
posed. Corporal punishment may be
inflicted only in the presence of the
superintendent. It is impossible to
over-estimate the value of the proba-
tionary system. Under it the boy has
from the start the very strongest in-
centive to do his best.
Now as to the final results. Care-
fully tabulated records of fifty years
have been kept to show the future of
boys leaving the school. Of course
some on release go quickly and irre-
trievably to the bad ; others turn out
so well that they are ashamed to have
it known that they were ever in the
custody of the courts, and so change
their names and are also lost sight of.
But of the larger number who are per-
fectly willing to have it understood
that their beginnings of true manhood
were found here, from sixty to seventy
per cent, are known to have turned out
well. Naturally many boys of the ad-
venturous nature received here go to
sea and little subsequent knowledge of
them can be had except as they render
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it. These are the boys, too, who in a
love of adventure readily essay the
soldier's part. During the Civil War
twenty-six boys enlisted directly from
the school and of the 2,500 who
had been in the school before 1861,
629 wore the blue either in the
army or navy. There was no regiment
from the Bay State that did not have
representatives from the Lyman
School, and not always in the ranks.
These boys, then grown men, fought
in every battle of the Army of the Po-
tomac, they followed Sherman from
Atlanta to the Sea and, behind the
iron or wooden walls of the navy were
with Farragut on the Mississippi and
at Mobile ; they helped man the fleet
which battered down the defences of
Wilmington and at least one of them
was on the "Kearsarge" when she sent
the "Alabama" to the bottom. In later
days the boys tried hard for a chance
to fight beneath the flag in Cuba, Por-
to Rico and the Philippines. No sure
data of their numbers are at present
accessible, but of the boys out of school
and under the direction of visitors and
who are still less than twenty-one, for-
416
ty are known to be in the army and
thirty-three in the navy.
Without doubt there is a seamy side
to the picture. The thirty or forty per
cent, not included in the roll of honor
could tell stories of sorrow, degrada-
tion, misery, sin and crime, but is this
number of persistently erring much
larger than the average, if all walks of
life are included ? Is it not small when
the origin of these boys and men is
considered? No boys are sent to the
school on account of excessive good-
ness. On the contrary there are
charges against every lad, large or
small, who in his suit of blue walks
these paths. In drawing conclusions
this should be constantly borne in
mind. When that vital spark, man-
hood, supposed to exist in every breast
can be touched we may expect growth
and development, but when it is dull
or incased and securely locked in the
hard shell of generations of vicious
heredity, Solomon himself could not
reach it. That the lost are not more
numerous is a lasting tribute to the
men and women who have wrought
here for the uplifting of their kind.
A Public School Garden
By Henry Lincoln Clapp
THE interest in school gardens
in this country has grown
until many, including the
writer, have visited Europe
to see the progress made there along
the same lines. So far as is known the
kitchen garden on the grounds of the
George Putnam Grammar School in
Boston is the only one in New England
directly connected with a public school.
The success of this pioneer undertak-
ing is therefore worth observing.*
On May 12, 1900, sixty-six square
feet of land situated south of the build-
ing, covered with a tough turf, was
ploughed and left in the rough. Vol-
unteers from two classes of the seventh
grade were called for to convert the
plot into a kitchen garden where they
would be allowed to raise and enjoy
such vegetables and flowers as each
chose to introduce. So far as possible
the difficulties of the undertaking, as
well as the pleasures, were carefully
explained so that the children would
not be easily discouraged and abandon
their work at the very .outset. They
could not help seeing that the
land was rough and full of sods
from which the earth must be shaken
and saved and the useless remainder
disposed of, and they understood that
ploughed land would soil shoes and
*Since this article was written a school
garden has been established in connection
with the Rice Training and Boston Normal
Schools by the Twentieth Century Club of
Boston ; and another in Hartford, Conn.
hands and entail much hard work be-
fore it could be brought into the condi-
tion required for an orderly garden.
They were asked to bring seeds, plants
and tools for the prosecution of their
work, and, in the preparation of the
soil, to mix in some well-rotted stable
manure which had been put in a con-
venient place during the preceding
winter. The older boys being stronger
and more skilful in the handling of
tools were advised to assist the girls in
preparing the soil and making the beds.
They could use the spading forks in
extracting or turning under sods and
the iron rakes in leveling beds and rak-
ing off stones and coarse useless ma-
terial. The girls could turn under the
lighter sods and use the smaller garden
tools, many of which they already
owned.
An examination of the ground
showed that it was possible to make
eighty- four beds ten feet long and three
and one-half feet wide with a fourteen1
inch path running around every bed
and a centre path two feet wide run-
ning entirely through the garden, irr
one direction. Laid out in this man-
ner and with beds of this width the
pupil could reach every part of his
plot with his hands. The children
were asked to bring rules, stakes
and long stout strings to lay out the ar-
rangement with surveyor-like ac-
curacy, insuring his full share of land
to each gardener. The nature of the
proposed work having been fully ex-
417
plained to the class, those who desired
to make and take care of a bed, agree-
ing not to neglect it, were asked to
raise their hands. The number wish-
ing to undertake the labor was greater
than could be accommodated and so the
teachers had an opportunity to use dis-
crimination in selection. The number
of thirty was chosen as more manage-
able for one teacher to properly oversee
and direct, and accordingly the work
was begun by thirty children full of en-
thusiasm on the afternoon of May 21.
There was no lack of vigorous effort
on the part of either girl or boy, but
various degrees of skill were mani-
fested from the beginning ; some pupils
were as methodical as experienced gar-
deners and others as helpless as in-
fants, but in two hours three-eighths of
the ploughed land was laid out with
vcommendable accuracy in accordance
418
with the plan agreed upon, and the sat-
isfaction of the young people in thus
changing the appearance of the plot to
such a noticeable degree in so short a
time was manifest. No system of in-
door gymnastics could have done so
much for the health and strength and
enthusiastic pleasure of the children in
so short a time as did this work. The
boys had ample opportunity to show
their skill, strength and helpfulness,
and even the girls, after a two hours'
tussle with refractory sods, seemed in
no way weary or discouraged.
Following this work simple instruc-
tion in planting various kinds of seeds
was given in the class rooms. The
children were advised to restrict corn
and pole-beans to outside beds so as not
to hide from view low growing vege-
tables and flowers. They were recom-
mended to plant the seeds of lettuce,
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419
radish, turnip, cabbage, parsnip, carrot,
beet, onion and peas while tomato and
potato plants were also suggested to-
gether with a great variety of flower
seeds. Some were to be planted in
drills and some in hills and others
singly at regular intervals. They were
shown that the last method would do
for vegetable roots and tomato plants ;
that small seeds were to be covered
with soil lightly, larger ones more
deeply in proportion to their size, and
that then the beds were to be watered.
May 24 the thirty beds already made
were planted according to instructions,
and twenty new ones were started by as
many new gardeners assisted by those
who had had their three hours' experi-
ence. Improvement in disposing of
the sods was made so that it was not
necessary to cart them away They
were stamped down into the depres-
sions in the rough surface and covered
with loose soil scraped out of the paths.
In this way the beds occupied a higher
level than the paths and were more
readily distinguished and protected.
The desire for building high often re-
sulted in making the beds too short or
narrow and the paths too wide, but
strings were carefully applied and
the soil was finally leveled down to the
prescribed limits. The children were
shown that low beds were preferable to
high because they held moisture more
easily and so produced better plants.
June 7 seven boys made the eighty-
fourth bed in a very short time and in
one end planted a beet, a round turnip
and a French turnip to see how vege-
table roots flower, seed and then die in
the manner of biennial plants.
The desire to work in the garden out
of school hours became so general that
it seemed best to place some restriction
on the hours and number of pupils who
without a director could obtain sucR
permission. Tickets were issued for
early morning, late afternoon and for
the Saturday half holiday. It was, of
course, impossible to foresee or guard
against what the children would do
that would have to be later undone b.ut
no serious complication was encoun-
tered. Wherever the seeds were planted
too thickly the young radishes, turnips,
beets and parsnips were too crowded to
thrive and that fact was noticed by the
children themselves when they saw the
plants which they had given plenty of
room grow quickly and large. They
thus learned the need of thinning and
transplanting. Surplus plants were
given away to those who did not have
that kind, and finally order came out
of chaos.
The development of the young
plants, each species in its own peculiar
manner, excited the curiosity of the
children. When they examined the
corn they could not help seeing the
long, tough, spreading, fibrous roots,
sometimes in a double row, which hold
up the stalks in spite of wind and storm
like so many underground guy ropes.
The storage of plant food in the tap
roots of the radishes, turnips and beets
was called to their attention. Many
singular phenomena of plant growth
like, for instance, the bean's habit of
coming out of the ground with the skin
of the bean perched on the leaf ; or the
marked difference between the seed
leaves and the first pair of ordinary
leaves interested them and sharpened
their powers of observation. Compari-
sons as to who had the best bed, who
had shown the most skill in planting,
who had the most appropriate tablets,
whose name was clearest painted there-
on, and so on, led to constant friendly
rivalry.
In many cases the transplanting was
not successful, the children not know-
ing how carefully young plants must
be treated to live and thrive. They
were told plants resembled babies and
could no more than they be pulled out
of their warm beds, deprived of their
supply of food, or exposed to the hot
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sun, without harm. They were taught
to lift them carefully from the ground
with as little disturbance of the roots as
possible. They were shown how the
trowel, fork or shovel was to be
thrust under the plant so as to leave a
mass of earth clinging to the roots,
none of which should be broken. The
plant should be protected from the sun
by a covering of some kind and
watered later in the day. Such in-
structions, however, did not make half
the impression that their failures did.
When the children saw their plants
wilt, grow pale and sickly and actually
disappear from the beds, they had an
object lesson worth hours of lecture.
Experience as usual was the best
teacher, and practice surpassed pre-
cept. Many an early June after-
noon was spent in weeding ; for
ragweed, pigweed and cudweed were
abundant, and oats and grass from the
old sods added to the variety of intru-
ders. The children were taught the
characteristic feature of both seedling
plants and weeds, and they in turn were
asked to point them out to others, until
at last all learned to distinguish young
beets by their red leaved stems, rad-
ishes by their peculiar first pair of
leaves reniform in shape and blue
green in color, turnips by their crum-
pled and wrinkled leaves, lettuce by its
yellow green shade and so on through a
long list. This was a most practical
and useful lesson in observation and a
sample of many that the garden fur-
nished before the last work was done in
November.
When the school closed on June 21
and many of the young gardeners left
to spend their vacations in the country
the beds were quite free from weeds.
The summer was remarkably warm
and dry, but these conditions had been
anticipated and an attempt to keep the
garden in good order had been made by
the appointment of a committee of nine
to meet once a week and attend, mean-
while, to weeding and watering. The
committee found it difficult to live up
to their good resolutions. Water had
to be brought from the children's
homes, when not far distant, or from
the main school building, two hundred
feet away and only occasionally opened ;
so that although some of the beds were
carefully tended all through the twelve
weeks' vacation many of them when
the school opened, September 12, were
so overgrown with weeds that the eco-
nomic plants made a poor showing,
Some of the owners of the former had
cropped their beds a number of times
during the summer. Radishes, let-
tuce, corn, kohl-rabi and other vege-
tables were carried home for the table
as well as flowers of many kinds.
When work was taken up again
September 17 on account of change of
city residence and promotion fully half
of the beds changed hands. The gar-
deners who were in grade seven before
the summer vacation were now in
grades eight and nine, and pupils of
the former grade take their manual
training in the schools of carpentry
and cooking. The beds of such were
given to children who had been pro-
moted from grade six to seven and,
again, the number was not equal to
the demand. The most pressing busi-
ness was weeding and was begun by
thirty pupils, some of whom were
novices in the work and could
not distinguish the wheat from
the tares. Under the tutelage of the
experienced, whose beds served as
models, the tussle began. But know-
ing how is quite as applicable to this as
to any other art. They had to be
taught not to clutch a handful of weed
tops, jerk and break off half of the
stalk leaving the roots in the ground,
the beds merely disheveled, and the
work to be done over again. The most
abundant weed and the most difficult to
eradicate on account of its numerous
tough and spreading roots was the
common plantain. Individual pupils
after skirmishing with one or two
heads hesitated to openly attack an en-
emy so stoutly entrenched. Strategy
was resorted to by the teacher to en-
courage quick work, and a certain
number of girls were pitted against as
many boys to see which group could
first clean out the weeds from an entire
bed. That many hands make light work
was never better illustrated. Victory
perched first on one banner then on the
other but whichever side won the
contest was strenuous and emi-
nently successful from the point of
view of the manager. The roots were
so nearly removed as to encourage the
owner of the bed to dig them out com-
pletely, and the gardeners learned that
to pull up one weed at a time was the
most successful if the slowest way.
Reports of the out-door doings came
to the knowledge of the children in the
school rooms and they envied their
young friends at work in the clear air
and the beautiful sunshine of these Oc-
tober afternoons. Indeed, an observer
of similar scenes in France on seeing
the pictures made by these children
could hardly help recalling Jules Bre-
ton and Normandy, Millet and Barbi-
zon.
The work of weeding and digging
up the beds was completed by the end
of October, but the accession of forty
inexperienced hands was the cause of
irregularities in line and level. Novem-
ber i seventy-six children went to work
straightening the paths, which had
been made too wide in some cases and
too narrow in others, reducing the beds
to a general level, some having been
made too high, others too low, and
widening them to the prescribed limit.
Once more the more experienced boys
showed their knowledge of rudiment-
ary surveying and reconstruction by
stretching long strings along the edges
of the beds. Words were unnecessary,
the defects were obvious and soon rem-
edied with hoe, rake and broom. On
this occasion forty pupils of the science
4-3
class in the Boston Normal School
made their third visit to the garden to
see the children work and to talk with
them about the vegetables and flowers
which they had raised. Certainly here
was an opportunity for striking out a
spark to set on fire the true spirit of
observation in many a class for many
a year.
The methods of cultivating the soil
in Germany were explained to the chil-
dren, especially the custom of fall
ploughing and keeping the soil open to
the influences of the atmosphere, four-
fifths of which is nitrogen, that most
important element for plants which in
the United States is generally supplied
by means of fertilizers, natural and
manufactured. Certainly, the Ger-
mans raise remarkable crops with com-
paratively little fertilizing material di-
rectly applied. Reliance is placed on
stirring the soil and the nitrogen in the
atmosphere does the rest.
There was another purpose in view
in putting the beds in good order at this
time. After the children had planted
in the previous spring they were
obliged to wait till the middle of June
before any considerable number of
blossoms appeared. That seemed a long
time to wait so they were encouraged
with assurance that they might have
beautiful flowers very early in the
spring if they would take the trouble
to put their beds in order in the fall
and plant the bulbs of tulips, crocuses,
hyacinths and narcissi. Accordingly,
the beds were prepared for bulbs and
there was a lively demand for cata-
logues which were looked over with.
great interest. The selections having
been made, the names of the desired
bulbs were written on a slip of paper
which with the price, varying from ten
to thirty-five cents for each pupil, was
given to the director, who made the
purchases for the children and returned
to each his package fully labelled.
It was not easy for the children to
wait for November 13, the day ap-
pointed for the planting. Careful in-
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4*5
structions having been given in regard
to using sand, depth of planting, mak-
ing holes with large round pegs, dis-
tance of holes apart, etc., the children
went out with their packages,
strings and pegs and set in their
bulbs by hundreds. This ended the
season's work. It will go on for as
many seasons as the land is not other-
wise occupied ; and Boston should see
than digging in the dirt or sand ; and
when to this natural interest in the soil
is added the great amount of useful in-
formation that may be obtained from
the care and study of vegetables and
flowers, it seems as if gardening
should be one of the first forms of man-
ual training to be put into an ideal
course of study. In Europe it is so
considered by the most distinguished
to it that the school garden is made a
permanent institution and a pattern for
similar ones where the purpose is to
educate children in a broad and beauti-
ful way.
The reasons for putting garden
work into the course of study for ele-
mentary schools are numerous and
cogent. Children are fond of doing
something with their hands, and it is a
matter of common observation that
hardly anything is more fascinating
educators. Kellner, school councillor
in Treves, says, "I recommend, above
all things, horticulture in all its
branches to the teachers of rural
schools." ''The advantages of even
the smallest garden are so many and
so great that no school should be with-
out one." (Demeter.) "A school
without a garden is like a stag with-
out water." (Dr. Georgeus.) "School
gardens are a fountain for the knowl-
edge of nature and its consequent
pleasure, and an excellent means of
training." (Professor Schwab.) "Not
trees, shrubs, herbs and grasses alone
are what we offer the children in the
school garden, but love of nature, la-
bor and home.', (F. Languerres.) "No
public school should be without a gar-
den ; every community that resolves to
connect a garden with its school is lay-
ing up capital whose interest it enjoys
in the prosperity of its future mem-
bers." (Jablonzy.) E. Gang, of Thu-
ringia, Germany, says, "School gar-
dens are of paramount economic sig-
nificance. Franz Langaner, of Vienna,
makes the best characterization by call-
ing them the pioneers of agricultural
progress. As elementary schools lay
the foundation of all subsequent educa-
tion, so all beginnings of civilization
and all progress in industry proceed
from them. The impetus and the
progress that are observed in ag-
riculture in several countries are
mainly the result of school gardens.
Many a village is indebted to school
gardens for its outward attractions."
In 1898 in Austria-Hungary there
were over 18,000 school gardens, cov-
ering an area of thousands of acres.
For twenty years the question has
been a live one in Switzerland and
model school gardens now exist at the
normal schools of Schwyz, Berne,
Kiissnacht, Zurich and Chur, and at
many elementary schools. In Belgium
the study of horticulture is compulsory,
and every school must have a garden at
least thirty-nine and a half square rods
in area, to be used in connection with
botany, horticulture and agriculture.
In 1894 Sweden had 4,670 school gar-
dens. In 1895 two hundred and fifty-
seven elementary schools in southern
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427
Russia cultivated 296 acres of land. In
Germany there is a central school gar-
den of five acres in each of the cities
of Breslau, Cologne, Dortmund, Mann-
heim ; Leipsic and Altona each has one
of three acres, Karlsruhe two acres,
Gera and Possneck each three-fourths
of an acre, and many other towns have
those of less area. France, too, has
thousands of school gardens. In 1898
Russia had 7,521 school gardens. At
the Nizshni-Novgorod fair in 1896 a
model school garden containing 1,225
square yards was established in the ed-
ucational section.
The value of a thorough introduc-
tion of the idea into this country
would be as great as it has been and
is in Europe to-day, and any school
system that would lay claim to the first
rank must include school gardens
among its educational means. It may
be worth while to raise the question
whether beating the empty and close
air of a school room with or without
gymnastic implements can favorably
compare with cultivating plants of ec-
onomic and aesthetic value in the open
air, or, indeed, whether with the latter
work the former is at all necessary.
Productive energy should be worth
more than non-productive.
Something should be done in rural
schools, at least, to prevent young peo-
ple from such districts from making
city life and workshops the goal of
their ambition. The pleasures and ad-
vantages of country life should receive
adequate consideration, and some of
the detractions from city life might
also be considered with profit. More
should be done to create respect for
labor and to discover the pleasures in
it. The importance of agriculture to
the prosperity of our nation should be
better understood and appreciated by
teachers as well as scholars. There is
no industry more important. Abundant
crops bring prosperity and stimulate
inland and outland commerce. They
increase activity in mill, mine and
workshop. So important a subject
should therefore receive its due atten-
tion.
Moreover, children do not have to
be taught to love to work in a garden.
People who ask "Will it pay?" gener-
ally refer to money values. Content-
ment is better than wealth. A hundred-
dollar garden may yield more happi-
ness than a hundred thousand dollar
house. Elizabeth in her delightful Ger-
man out-door book says, "What a
happy woman I am, living in a garden,
with books, babies, birds and flowers !
Yet my town acquaintances look upon
it as imprisonment and burying. Some-
times I feel as if I were blest above all
my fellows in being able to find my
happiness so easily. The garden is the
place I go to for refuge and shelter,
not the house. In the house are duties
and annoyances, servants to exhort
and admonish, furniture and meals ;
but out there blessings crowd around
me at every step * * * * and every
flower and weed is a friend and every
tree a lover. * * * * It is not grace-
ful and it makes one hot, but it is a
blessed sort of work, and if Eve had
had a spade in Paradise and known
what to do with it, we should not have
had all that sad business of the apple."
It will pay to give children opportunity
to tend living plants, to learn lessons
from them and to work in the open air,
to the end that they may enjoy country
life and respect manual labor.
At Harvard Class Day
By Elsie Carmichael
IT was a mild, damp day in the
February thaw. The snow and
slush lay deep all over the Yard,
and the low afternoon sun felt
warm on Monteith's back as he strolled
aimlessly towards his rooms. It was one
of those days that takes away a man's
energy and leaves him "dopy," as the
college boys say. He had come across
from the Law School with nothing
particular to do, and was feeling too
lazy even to go to the library and read,
when he found himself in front of
Stoughton, and decided to go in and
see Pomeroy, a senior, whom he knew
very well, but whose rooms he had
never seen. He remembered that Pom-
eroy had promised to show him some
curios that he had picked up in Egypt.
Pomeroy was out, the solitary occu-
pant of the room said, but he would
be back in a moment, and Monteith
had better come in. Partly because he
had nothing else to do, and partly be-
cause the room attracted him he strolled
in, sat down in the wide window seat,
and lighted his pipe, while the other
went on busily writing.
The room was low studded, and a
cheerful fire was blazing on the hearth.
There were book cases running all
around the walls, and one or two fine
casts, and all the available space was
covered with pictures and souvenirs of
many trips abroad.
Monteith's eyes wandered from one
interesting bit of decoration to anoth-
er, until they suddenly stopped at the
desk, and he sat up. Looking straight
at him out of a silver frame was a
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429
very beautiful girl's face, with eyes
that looked straight into one's own —
eyes one trusted. Monteith drew a
quick breath. It was a photograph of
Edith Somers.
A great wave of recollection swept
over him, and he closed his eyes for a
moment. There was a confusion of
golden sunsets and a still green lake
and mountains beyond mountains
reaching to the horizon line. Then one
picture stood out clearly in his mind.
He and Edith had been driving all
the soft September afternoon over
those glorious mountain roads. Here
and there a scarlet maple branch
flamed out, and the sumach and pur-
ple asters and golden-rod made great
patches of brilliant color. At sunset
time they had reached the top of the
mountain. Off to the northwest, the
Catskills lay blue and misty. The
Rondout valley below was all ablaze
with gold and purple, while behind
them, on the other side of the range,
the Wallkill valley was sombre in the
twilight, and over the mountains be-
yond the Hudson rose the full moon.
It was a time for silence — that twi-
light time, when the day was dying,
Edith had turned a little away from
him and was looking off into the sea
of color in the west, with dreaming
eyes. Her pure profile was silhou-
etted against the gold of the sky, and
her face was radiant. He remembered
how he had looked away from her and
crushed down the torrent of passionate
words that rushed to his lips. It
would not be right, he felt, to speak to
her then, when he had nothing to offer
her. He was very old-fashioned in his
ideas ; he felt it would not be honor-
able. They were both silent as they
drove home in the cold twilight, with
the fire still burning low in the west,
and the pale moon-light shining
through the trees.
Ah, how lonely he had been since
that September sunset two years ago !
He had never quite realized before
what he had missed out of his life, in
not having a home or a mother or sis-
ters. All the love he would have given
to those home-makers had been
crushed in his heart. Now all that he
had ever meant, when he thought of
home, lay in one girl's eyes. He was
through the Law School, ready to go
out to battle with the world and suc-
ceed. He felt he should not fail, if
he had some one to buckle on his ar-
mor and bid him God-speed. He
looked across into Edith Somer's trust-
ing eyes.
"Dear heart," he whispered to her,
"I have waited so long for you — all
my life I had dreamed of you, before I
ever saw you. With you, little com-
rade-heart, I could fight forever. You
must help me — you must ! I shall
make you love me somehow. It
couldn't be that you would not come,
when I have waited so long for you."
He sank back in the shadow of the
curtains on the broad window seat and
looked at the picture through a haze of
smoke.
Several fellows strolled in to see
Pomeroy, but he did not notice them,
until Garth threw himself down in the
Morris chair, and tossed a pillow at
him.
"Say, you old duffer, why so sol-
emn over there in the corner," he cried.
"Heard the news? Jim says Pomeroy
is going to announce his engagement
on Class-Day."
"Who's the girl?" asked Monteith,
lazily, only half listening. His eyes
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were still fixed on the eyes of the pic-
ture, that looked straight back into his.
"Why, Miss Somers, of course," re-
turned Gartha. "He has been devoted
to her for the last year. There is a
picture of her over here somewhere."
There came a sudden exclamation
from the window seat. Gartha turned.
"What a shame, old man," he said,
"You've broken that amber mouth-
piece. How did you do it? I should
think it would make you swearing
mad."
Monteith was white to the lips and
rose unsteadily and went out. Once
he stumbled, as he passed the desk.
Then he shut the door without a word,
pulled his hat down over his eyes, and
disappeared in the wind and twilight.
Everyone noticed the change in
Monteith, as the end of the year came ;
he was pale and thin, and had a stoop
he had never had before. He seemed
old, like a man who had struggled long
and failed.
He had grown quite used to the
thought, that if he could not have love
in his life, he would at least make the
most of what he did have. He pic-
tured the long evenings by his open
fire, with his dog for company and his
pipe and his books. Then he would
sigh. He could not crush out of his
thoughts the other picture he used to
keep in his heart of that same fire-side,
with a radiant, beautiful little comrade
beside him, who would sit with dream-
ing eyes looking into the flames while
their hearts spoke to each other — they
two all alone in the world. Or he, with
his pipe, would lie at her feet on the
hearth-rug, while she read to him in
her dear voice the poems they both
loved. Then with a groan he would
open his books and bury himself for
hours, or he would dash away in the
wind and rain for a long cross-coun-
try tramp.
The fellows had tried to get him to
enter into their plans for those last,
half-sad, half-happy days of college
life, but he shut himself up like a her-
mit and refused all invitations for
Class-Day spreads. Pomeroy told him
to be sure to drop in at his rooms af-
ter the Statue exercises and meet some
very particular friends of his, and
Monteith half promised, though he
knew he would not have the nerve to
do it when the time came.
Class-Day was such a day of blue
skies and soft breezes as sometimes
comes at the end of June. The grand
old trees in the Yard were swaying
gently against the bluest of skies and
casting cool shadows over the grass,
when Monteith started for a long pad-
dle on the Charles, before the crowds
poured out from Boston. He had
made up his mind to escape and not
return until it was all over, but an ir-
resistible impulse drew him back in
the late afternoon ; he must see her
once more before he went out into the
world alone.
It was twilight and the sunset was
still burning low in the west, when he
reached the Yard, and the long strings
of gayly colored lanterns were being
lighted. He tried to go to his room,
but instead, he found himself pushing
through the strolling crowds, which
were growing denser as evening came
on. The sombre black of the seniors'
gowns was relieved by the bright-col-
ored dresses of the hundreds of pretty
girls and women who were fluttering
about like a flock of brilliant butter-
flies. The two bands were playing
alternately at either end of the Yard.
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431
All was gayety, music, laughter, and
the sound of women's voices. The
grass was covered with confetti, and
many a dignified unconscious senior
was decorated with it. The soft or-
ange and red lights shone through the
trees. Over at Holworthy a string of
electric lights festooned the front of
the building, and transparencies with
the score of the baseball game of the
day before and many legends hung
from the trees and buildings.
But Monteith was hardly conscious
of the gay scene. His heart ached for
one look or word from Edith, and his
eyes were fixed on the brightly lighted
windows in Stoughton, where he knew
that the only person in the world who
really existed, was receiving the
good wishes of all their friends — hers
and Pomeroy's.
Then he found himself opposite
those low ground-floor windows. The
room was softly lighted by lamps with
rose-colored shades. There were girls
and men talking gayly and eating sal-
ads and ices. Sitting a little apart
from the others in the window seat
behind the curtains where he had
lounged that day that seemed to have
been the end of his life, sat Edith. The
light shone on her face, and he saw
that it was strangely sad, framed in
her black plumed hat. There was a
glint of gold in her hair, where the
light fell on it. Her eyes were far-
away and wistful as she gazed out into
the gay crowd, without seeing Mon-
teith, who drew back into the shadow.
He longed so to take her in his arms
and comfort her, she was so adorably
pathetic and childlike.
Then, as he watched, he saw Pomer-
oy come over to her and bring her an
ice. She looked up, smiled her thanks,
and began to talk in an animated way.
Monteith clenched his hands and
turned away into the darkness outside
the gates.
About nine o'clock he came back
after a long stroll out Brattle street.
There was a tense look on his pale
face. The Glee Club was singing over
on the steps of Mathews, and it made
him blue. "Fair Harvard" floated
over to him, and he was pushing his
way through the crowd quickly, to get
away from the sound, when suddenly
he felt his arm clutched in a tight grip,
and he swung round to find Pomeroy
and a crowd of his friends. The only
face he really saw was Edith's. When
he looked into her glad welcoming eyes
for a moment the old thought of home
came back to him.
"Just the one we were looking for,"
cried Pomeroy joyfully. "Here come
and take Miss Somers over to the Gym
for the dancing — we are one man short
and have been looking for you all
evening. Why didn't you drop in and
have some feed, you old hermit?"
Before he had recovered from his
surprise, he found himself strolling
through the Yard towards the Gym-
nasium, with Edith looking up at him
with her bright frank eyes, and the
color coming and going in her cheeks
as she talked. He hardly knew what
she was saying, and he did nor realize
at all that he had not said one word,
had only looked, and looked, he was so
starved for a sight of her.
He thought he had persuaded him-
self that at least his life was the better
and richer for having known her, and
it was something to know that she ex-
isted— that he was living in the same
world with her. He had believed that
his love was great and unselfish enough
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to be glad that she was happy, even
with another man. But now that he
was with her he forgot everything,
except the one great fact, that no one
else existed in the world but they two.
Over at the Gymnasium the crowd
was more dense than in the Yard.
They waltzed once about the great
room, and then stopped breathless near
an open door, through which a fresh
night breeze floated in. It looked
quiet and cool out there on the lawn
dimly lighted with lanterns, and
Edith made a little motion towards the
door.
"Let us go out there," she said. She
looked white as the crowd of dancers
brushed by her.
Monteith had never realized before
how adorably little she was. The
crazy thought dashed through his
brain that it would be so easy to pick
her up in his arms and run away with
her — away from all those people to
the other end of the world, if neces-
sary.
"That is quite as bad as the old
Tree," she said, laughing, as they wenc
down the steps. "I wonder the Facul-
ty has not abolished it. It's what my
small brother calls a regular rough-
house."
Monteith was looking down at her
absently. He was thinking so hard,
that he was not paying much attention
to what she said.
The night wind blew fresh and cool
after the heat of the day as they
strolled about the grass where only a
few solitary couples wandered in the
soft light of the lanterns while dreamy
waltz music floated out.
"We were sorry not to see you this
afternoon," she said, looking up into
his sad face, and wondering: whv he
had changed so from the gay fellow
she used to know. Her heart ached
for him; she longed so to help and
comfort him. She wished so — a flood
of color swept over her face as she
watched him. A little mist came be-
fore her eyes.
"Why didn't you come?" she said,
softly. "We looked for you all after-
noon ; Jack had something to tell you.
Perhaps you know already?" She
smiled archly up at him.
He stooped to pick up her scarf, and
put it gently around her shoulders.
"Yes, I had heard," he said. I want-
ed very much to congratulate Jack,"
She wished he would not look at her
like that ; it made her want to cry.
"I think Jack was very good to give
me this chance to see you," he said,
after a pause. "It is unselfish of him.
I have wanted to see you very, very
often in the last two years."
"You have not forgotten that sum-
mer in the mountains ?" she asked in a
low tone.
"Forgotten?" he cried, passionately.
"I remember every moment of the
time. Over and over again have I
lived those days, that were the happiest
in my life. It was the only summer
time I ever knew. Forgotten?"
She trembled and drew a little away
from him, and then he remembered.
"Ah, they were jolly old days,
weren't they?" he said in such a differ-
ent tone, that she looked up at him in
surprise. "Do you remember those
paddles on the lake and how we ex-
plored the mountain, and best of all
how we used to go and read under
the pines on the cliff above the lake,
with the waves beating against the
rocks far below us?"
"Ah, yes, yes," she cried, eagerly.
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433
"How steep that cliff was ! Some-
times it made me shudder to look
down, it was such a sheer drop to the
water. Do you remember the day we
read Sidney Lanier up there, beautiful
musical Sidney Lanier, and Mr.
Rogers and Annette and two or three
others drifted by in the canoes in the
shadow of the cliff and played on their
mandolins and guitars, and then An-
nette sang Schubert's Serenade? It
was all so beautiful there, in the soft
summer afternoon, with the pines
murmuring overhead and that spicy
smell of the needles."
She had seated herself on one of the
little benches at the far end of the
lawn. Monteith stood above her lean-
ing against the tree trunk, and watched
her, as she clasped her hands on her
knee, and bent forward eagerly, with
a faraway look in her eyes.
"Oh, it was all so beautiful — that
mountain top," she went on, softly.
"Do you remember how the lights and
shadows used to play across the valley?
Sometimes it would be all in shadow
and, then a bright beam of light would
flit across, like a smile. Just the way
a smile will sometimes come to the lips
of a little sleeping child when it
dreams it is back in heaven, playing
with the little angels."
"You darling," Monteith said, under
his breath. It almost seemed as tho'
she had forgotten him, as she went
on talking half to herself.
"Then one day after a long hard rain
the sun came out, and we went for a
walk, just riotously happy, after being
shut up so long in the hotel. I felt
like a little child. Do you remember
how we ran down a steep needle-cov-
ered path through the dear wet woods,
while the wind blew awav the clouds.
The air was divinely fresh and laden
with the perfume of pine and birch and
wet leaves. You sprang up on a high
boulder, with the wind beating against
you, and quoted, "O the wild joys of
living !" It was as though nature were
playing joyously that morning and
had taken us right into the game, and it
was so much more fun than the game
of people."
She rested her chin on her hand,
her elbow on her knee, and looked
straight ahead of her, all unconscious
of everything but her memories. The
music throbbed on the air, rising and
falling on the breeze — a sad, dreamy
waltz, that seemed to contain all the
heartache of all the lovers in the world.
Around them floated the perfumes
from the June gardens of Cambridge.
There was a long silence, then Mon-
teith said a little huskily, "I have
never forgotten any of those days,
Miss Somers, and I shall keep them
locked up in my heart as the dearest
memories of my life. When I go away
next week from you all, I shall
like to think that you, too, have not
forgotten — that they were happy days
for you, as well as for me."
"Going away?" she said, startled.
She sat up and looked at him, with
wide, troubled eyes. "Where are you
going?"
He looked away from her. Oh ! if
she only would not torture him this
way ! She looked then for a moment,
as though she really cared. He felt he
could not stand this much longer — he
must go away from those soft brown
eyes.
"I think I shall go to the Far West,"
he said, slowly. "Sometimes I want to
break with the whole thing. I have
unhappy associations — there are some
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things I would like to forget — but I
cannot."
His voice was low and tense.
"Ah," she said, slowly, "I am sorry.
So you want to go away. And I had
hoped that now I should see more of
you, that you would be good friends
with me. I hoped to see more of
Jack's friends, of whom I have heard
so much."
He clenched his hands.
''It was good of Jack," he said,
somewhat stiffly, "to let me have this
little talk with you. It will be another
memory to add to those others."
"Good of Jack?" she repeated, sur-
prised. "He was only anxious to be
rid of me. It was you who were good
to come to the rescue. It is not pleas-
ant to be third party, you know, espec-
ially in a case like this."
"Third party?" he queried.
"Aren't you well enough acquaint-
ed with engaged men," she said, laugh-
ing, "to know that they don't want
another girl around when the regina
orbis terrarum is there?"
"I don't understand," he said, slow-
ly. "If Jack is engaged to you, I
don't see how he could bear to give you
up for all this time to me."
"I — engaged to Jack?" she cried.
Oh, what a joke! I'm not engaged — it
is my sister. Didn't you know?
Oh "
Then she stopped and looked con-
fused. Monteith dropped on the seat
beside her and seized her hands,
crushing them against his breast.
"Edith, oh Edith," he cried, with a
great light on his face. "And I have
been in torment all these weeks because
I thought you were lost to me. I had
waited so long, so long, to tell you
how I loved you. There has never
been a moment in these two years when
you have not been with me — when you
have not been my guiding star. Ah,
don't tell me that I must lose vou
There were tears in the eyes lifted
to his face as she whispered:
"Dear, there has never been any one
else but vou."
Rev. Elijah Kellogg-Author and
Preacher
By Isabel T. Ray
THERE died Sunday, March
17, 190 1, in a humble home
at North Harpswell on the
Maine coast, a man who for
many years has delighted the youth of
the land with his stories ; and not only
the young people, who have been
charmed by his books, but older ones
as well, who have known him as an
earnest preacher exhibiting rare origi-
nality and above all a sturdy common
sense, mourn his loss.
Elijah Kellogg was born in Port-
land, Maine, May 20, 1813, in a house
on Congress street. He was the son
of Rev. Elijah Kellogg and Eunice
McLellan.
The father, Elijah Kellogg, was born
in South Hadley, Mass., August 17,
1 76 1. Early in 1775 he was a drum-
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mer boy in the minute men and helped
with the wounded at the Battle of
Bunker Hill. He also served at the
siege of Dorchester as a member of
Colonel Dike's regiment. January I,
1777, he enlisted for the term of three
years in the regiment of Colonel
Charles Thomas Marshall and marched
to Fort Ticonderago. He doubtless
was an interested witness to the scene
of Burgoyne's surrender, and was also
at Valley Forge during the dark days
of that memorable winter of 1777-78,
as he fought in the Battle of Mon-
mouth and came back to the Hudson
River, where his term of elistment was
finished.
After his discharge he entered Dart-
mouth college, where he was gradu-
ated at the age of twenty-five years and
was made a Congregational minister,
being settled over the Second Parish
Congregational church of Portland,
Maine, as its first pastor in 1788. The
church then stood on the corner of
Middle and Deer streets. He remained
with this church twenty-five years, for
those were the days when ministers
were not changed every new moon.
During the latter part of his ministry
Rev. Edward Payson was associated
with him as colleague. After his re-
tirement from the Second Parish he
became pastor of the third Parish
Chapel Society and later a missionary
in the eastern part of Maine for seven-
teen years. He was one of those quaint
old parsons who graced the pulpits of
an earlier generation, but, alas, whose
like is never seen now. He died March
9, 1842, at the age of eighty years.
The first of the Kellogg family
known in Massachusetts was Joseph
Kellogg, a weaver by trade, who re-
moved from Farmington, Connecticut,
to Boston in 1659 and from there to
Hadley about 1662. His first wife,
the ancestress of the subject of this
sketch, was named Joanna. Joseph
was the father of twenty-five children.
He was a landed proprietor in 1663 as
well as sergeant in the militia, ensign
in 1678, and lieutenant in 1679. He
took part in the Indian skirmish called
the "Falls Fight" in 1676, and at that
time was the ferryman at Hadley;
which business was kept in the family
for one hundred years. Joseph fre-
quently served as selectman. He must
have been well to do, for in 1673 his
second wife was before the court for
not dressing in silk attire according to
the prescribed custom of her station.
She was acquitted of any misdemeanor,
however. John, next in line, son of
Joseph, was born in 1656. He mar-
ried Sarah Moody in 1680 and died
before 1728. His son, Joseph, born
in 1685, went to South Hadley in 171 1
and married Abigail Smith. Their
son, Joseph, Jr., born in 1724, married
Dorothy Taylor. He was on a com-
mittee of correspondence and inspec-
tion at South Hadley in the Revolution
and died in 1810. His son Elijah,
born in 1761, was the father of Elijah
Kellogg of Harpswell.
Eunice McLellan, the mother of the
subject of this sketch, was the daugh-
ter of Joseph and Mary McLellan of
Portland, Maine, and was born Janu-
ary t, 1770. Her father's house stood
on Congress street nearly opposite
Casco. It is of his maternal ancestors
Mr. Kellogg treats in his first book,
"Good Old Times." Joseph McLellan
was the son of Bryce and Jane Mc-
Lellan, who came from Antrim in
the North of Ireland. Joseph Mc-
Lellan died in 1820, aged eighty-eight
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years. He was a sea-captain and was
at the siege of Quebec when General
Wolfe was killed. He was also a com-
missary and a captain in the army of
the Revolution.
When Portland was burned by
Mowatt on October 18, 1775, Captain
Joseph McLellan arrived off the port,
but in order to save his vessel put in at
Harpswell harbor. His wife, Mary
McLellan, was in the Congress street
house, and when the notice was given
that the town was to be burned,
she sent off her furniture to Gorham.
She also prudently took out the win-
dows of the house.
Thinking of others as well as herself
she sent her son with their horse and
chaise to remove the aged and infirm
to a place of safety. The boy rode all
night doing this. This chaise, by the
way, was a rare thing in town and was
much thought of. In 1778 the Provin-
cial Congress voted seven pounds to
Joseph McLellan for damage done to
this same chaise by the Penobscot In-
dian chiefs when on their way to Cam-
bridge in 1775.
Mrs. McLellan having aided those
not able to help themselves started her
children for the most likely place of
safety, the home of their grandparents,
Hugh and Elizabeth McLellan of Gor-
ham, for Joseph McLellan had mar-
ried a relative. Elijah Kellogg's
mother was one of that little band of
children, and although but ten years
old she went the whole distance of the
ten miles on foot.
Mrs. McLellan staid by the Con-
gress street house, in which was stored
a quantity of salt, then very valuable.
A shell from the bombarding vessels
in the harbor fell in the garden ; the
fearless women immediately ran out,
The Old Hugh McLellan House
and, heaping damp earth over it, put
out the fuse, thus preventing an ex-
plosion. A round shot came into one
of the rooms as she was passing
through it, but nothing daunted she
still remained in the house to protect
her property. People came in to help
her, ostensibly, but in reality they were
after plunder and stole a considerable
quantity of her precious salt despite
her vigilance.
After the burning of the town —
nearly two hundred and eighty dwell-
ing-houses, and other buildings bring-
ing the list up to four hundred, were
burned — those left standing were oc-
cupied by the army. The McLellan
house was used as a commissary store
and barracks. The ell of the house
is still standing, having been moved
from its original site. Mrs. McLellan
spent the next winter in Gorham. Such
was the ancestry of "Parson Kellogg,"
as his Harpswell people loved to call
him. Could we ask for a braver line-
age? A knowledge of it gives a bet-
ter understanding into the life and life-
work of this man, remarkable in so
manv wavs.
The First Brick House in Cumberland County
Mr. Kellogg entered Bowdoin Col-
lege in 1836. Small of stature, sharp-
eyed, lean and wiry he comes before us
on that day, momentous to him at least,
for he says: "With humility I re-
quested an inhabitant of the village to
point out the President of the college.
I gazed upon him with anxiety and so-
licitude inspired by the belief that my
fate lay in the great man's clutches."
Although he was the son of a city
minister Elijah Kellogg had not lived
all the twenty-three years of his life in
a city. Much of the time had been
spent on the farm of an uncle in Gor-
ham, where he learned all kinds of
farm work, the knowledge of which
meant much to him in after life. It is
said his mother kept him from the sea
as much as possible, knowing his fond-
ness for it ; in fact, before entering col-
lege he had spent six years as a sailor.
This, a reader of his books can readily
see — there being that in some of them
which could not have come from one
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not cognizant of Ocean's varying
moods, or who had not exulted in a
struggle with the elements and felt the
salt spray on his cheek.
Many were the punishments he re-
ceived as a boy for having stolen away
to the wharves to listen to the sailors'
yarns. Several anecdotes are told of
these escapades.
One Sunday morning his father did
not see him at church. When the boy
returned from the wharves he was met
by an indignant parent who demanded
where he had been.
"To the Methodist church," was the
reply.
"Give the text," the father de-
manded.
This was glibly given. An outline
of the sermon was next asked for.
Nothing daunted he started in, but,
well versed as he was in Congregation-
alism, he soon got into deep water in
Methodism, for these were the days of
doctrinal sermons. He was sternly in-
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459
terrupted by a (by no means gentle)
box on the ear and ordered to stop ly-
ing, for "no Methodist minister ever
preached such doctrine as that."
Associated with Elijah Kellogg at
Bowdoin college and graduating with
him in 1840, were Ezra Abbott, assist-
ant librarian at Harvard and Professor
of New Testament Criticism ; Edward,
Robie, D. D. ; Rev. Dr. James Parte-
low Weston, President of Lombard
University of Illinois and also Princi-
pal at two different times of West-
brook Seminary and Female College,
Deering District, Portland, Maine.
A very full and complete life of Eli-
jah Kellogg under the editorship of
Professor W. B. Mitchell, of Bowdoin
College, assisted by General Joshua L.
Chamberlain and others is now in
active preparation and will be pub-
lished within a year by Lee & Shepard,
of Boston.
Young Kellogg was a popular man
in college, always good-tempered, flu-
ent and exceedingly interesting in talk.
One characteristic was his strong per-
sonal affection toward his classmates.
Many are the pranks told of him while
at Brunswick. Some are wholly with-
out foundation, yet enough are doubt-
less true to establish his reputation as a
practical joker. He was ever fertile
in expedients in getting out of scrapes
— as resourceful when he gave as an
excuse for being late at school, when a
boy, that the frogs screamed "K'logg,
K'logg !" at him and he turned back to
see what they wanted, as he was when
a young man in Bowdoin. A sign had
been stolen and the men in Kellogg's
dormintory were suspected. Now, ac-
cording to the regulations, a tutor was
not allowed to enter a student's room
during devotions ; in this instance, so
tradition has it, when the sign was al-
most consumed in Kellogg's fireplace a
tutor came to the door. Receiving no
response to his knock he listened and
heard these words from sacred writ:
"And he answered and said unto them,
'an evil and adulterous generation
seeketh after a sign and there shall no
sign be given to it.' '
Although full of fun Kellogg had
underneath a serious purpose. In his
studies he by no means stood at the
foot of his class, as shown by his being
appointed to take part in the junior
and senior exhibitions, which appoint-
ments are made on a basis of rank.
While at college he went frequently
to Harpswell to preach to the people,
and a strong friendship grew up be-
tween the young man and the fisher-
farmer community. He was asked if
after his graduation he would come
and settle there, to which he replied
that he would do so on condition that
they build him a church.
Time went by and he was nearly
ready to graduate from the Andover
Theological Seminary, when one day
a committee waited upon him and
asked if he intended to keep his prom-
ise. To which he made answer, "If
you keep yours."
He was then informed that the lum-
ber was on the ground for the building
of the edifice. To this he is said to
have unhesitatingly answered, "Then
I am with you." He had not really
thought they would build the church
and had already received an offer from
a Massachusetts society at a larger
salary.
The church was built and dedicated
September 28, 1843, n^s salary being
three hundred dollars ; and from that
dav to the dav of his death his connec-
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tion with the society was never broken,
.although in 1854 for lack of support he
went to Boston and became connected
with the Seamen's Friend Society as
chaplain, still preaching at Harpswell
•during the summer season.
In 1855 ne married Hannah Pome-
roy, a daughter of Rev. Thaddeus
Pomeroy, who was for some years set-
tled over the Congregational church in
Gorham, Maine. Two children were
Jborn to them, Frank Gilman Kellogg
and Mary Catherine, wife of Mr.
Harry Bachelder, both living at Mel-
rose Highlands, Mass.
As has been said a portion of Mr.
Kellogg's early days were spent in
Gorham, Maine ; in the historic Gor-
ham Academy he fitted for Bowdoin.
In those boyhood days he displayed
great mental ability, and when a stu-
dent there was always ready to take his
full share, as in later years, in all that
pertained to educational interests. One
who remembers him distinctly tells the
following incident.
Sixty or more years ago it was the
custom of the village during the winter
months to hold public meetings to dis-
cuss important matters that interested
the people. One of these questions
was the claims of the colonization so-
ciety in opposition to the promoters of
the cause for the immediate abolition
of slavery. One evening an invita-
tion was given Mr. Kellogg, then a
young man of perhaps twenty years, to
address the people on this exciting
question which had been debated over
by the citizens of the place for many
weeks. One who was present says :
"Kellogg took the colonization side in
a forcible and eloquent manner, de-
fending it against what then seemed
to be the wild ideas of the anti-slavery
abolitionists of the day. So convinc-
ing was his eloquence that, when the
vote was taken on the main question,
colonization was almost universally
supported."
Mr. Kellogg had a great love for
Gorham. He visited the village as
frequently as possible and oftentimes
supplied the pulpit of the Congrega-
tional church. He delivered an ad-
dress on the one hundred and fiftieth
anniversary of the settlement of Gor-
ham which was received with much
admiration. It is printed in the
pamphlet gotten out in commemora-
tion of the occasion and is a most faith-
ful picture of the times and people.
He followed the political opinions
of his relatives and was in early life
a pronounced Democrat. He was a
great lover of his country and an
ardent patriot, loyal to every demand
for liberty. In his later life he be-
came identified with the principles of
the Republican party.
While chaplain of the Seaman's
Friend Society in Boston Mr. Kellogg
began the literary work that was to
make him famous. His object in writ-
ing these stories was to increase his
income, but he received little for them.
His first book, "Good Old Times," the
scene of which is laid in Gorham,
Maine, is, by some, considered his best.
It is largely a tale of what actually took
place in the pioneer life of his ances-
tors. It was written for the Magazine
"Young Folks," and I have heard it
stated, on how good authority I cannot
say, that he received five hundred dol-
lars for it.
While "Good Old Times" is a story,
the true story of the pioneer life of
Elijah Kellogg's great grand-parents,
it is history as well and gives in a most
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441
graphic manner the life of the age,
showing the emigrant's love for land.
We of America can little realize the
passion for land thesepeople possessed,
having lived for generations under
conditions not to be compared with
those of our own land. It is not
strange that Elizabeth McLellan was
willing, as she said, to "risk her scalp
for land." The story of their strug-
gles to take land from the forest and
bring it into tillage is most entertain-
ingly set forth.
From the first they were friendly
with the Indians, and, although so
poor themselves, they often found
chance to exercise hospitality. Eliza-
beth often treated them to a drink of
milk, although by so doing she some-
times pinched herself ; or gave them
food or a small piece of tobacco ; or
spun for the squaws a little thread
which they prized highly, as it was
much better than deer sinews for
stringing their beads in working moc-
casins. When the family first went to
Gorham the door was never fastened,
and it was not an uncommon thing
to find in the morning an Indian sleep-
ing beside the fire. The Indians were
not backward in returning these fa-
vors. They taught her to tap the maple
trees and boil the sap down to sugar,
of which they were very fond.
A haunch of venison or a fine salmon
was not an uncommon present, and
the white children played with the
Indian children. But this security was
rudely disturbed by an Indian war.
The most thrilling chapters in the booK
are perhaps those describing the war,
the block house and the life in garrison.
A most interesting chapter is de-
voted to a description of mast hauling,
which the early settlers found most
Gorham Academy
lucrative. In those days when the
states were colonies of Great Britain,
the Royal Commissioner of Forests
employed surveyors, who went through
the woods and marked with a broad
arrow every sound and straight pine
over thirty-six inches in diameter.
These were reserved for the King's
ships, and the owner of the land where
they grew could not cut or sell them.
But the government would pay him
liberally to cut and haul them to the
landing. They were tremendous
trees, some more than four feet
through. The stump of one from which
Hugh McLellan and his son William
cut a mast, stood for many years ; on
this stump a yoke of oxen six feet in
girth were turned around without
stepping off. To fell these masts and
haul them through the woods with
the cattle of the period was an enter-
prise that might well seem insurmount-
able. How this was done affords
most entertaining reading.
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The last chapter in the book gives
a rather amusing account of the
courtship and marriage of Mr. Kel-
logg's maternal grandparents.
James and Joseph, sons of Bryce
McLellan of Portland, both fell in
love with Abigail, the eldest daughter
of Hugh and Elizabeth of Gorham.
James was a cooper, plain but pious,
Joseph was a shipmaster younger, hand-
somer, and rather wild in his youth-
ful days. Elizabeth, like many a
modern mother, considered it her duty
to find husbands for her daughters.
Now James was all right, Joseph might
be, but there was always the chance
of his not being so. As Kellogg
says : "Joseph and Abigail went blue-
berrying ; he broke a gold ring in two,
gave half to Abigail and she hid it in
her bosom. The next day he went to
sea. Elizabeth sent for James. When
he came she asked her daughter how
she liked the man she had chosen to
be her husband."
"I don't like him at all," said Abi-
gail ; "he's old and he's ugly. I won't
have him."
"Tell me you won't have the man
I have selected for you? Which
knows best? You shall have him!"
and she boxed her ears.
Joseph came home, found Abigail
married, and reproached Elizabeth in
no measured terms. He then said, "I
will have Mary, she's younger and
she's handsomer."
"You cannot have Mary," was the
reply ; "I have destined her for another
man."
"I will have her," said Joseph, and
turning to Mary he then and there
asked her if she would marry him.
She replied "Yes."
Elizabeth yielded, perhaps because
she knew Mary was too much like her
mother.
So, while war was going on, Eliza-
beth was busy marrying her children.
After they were all settled in life a
new house began to be thought about.
The McLellans planned this, as they
did everything else, within themselves.
It was the first brick house erected in
Cumberland County and is standing
to-day, although it has passed out of
the McLellan family. In 1858 the old
roof was taken off and a modern one
substituted, as will be seen by a com-
parison of the pictures.
The McLellans hewed all the timber,
made of shingles, moulded the bricks,
tempered the clay, and set up the kiln.
They were four years in building it.
A brick in the wall marked by the fin-
gers of Elizabeth records the date of
the erection — 1773.
Elizabeth lived to the great age of
ninety-six years, leaving two hundred
and thirty-four living descendents.
After reading the book we are fain to
agree with the author that those were
indeed "Good Old Times."
Elijah Kellogg's books in all num-
ber about thirty. They were divided
into series — the Forest Glen, the Elm
Island, the Pleasant Grove, and the
Whispering Pine series. In the last
named a glimpse is given into the lives
of the students in the early days, and
many Bowdoin customs are told. He
pictures in vivid colors the early Com-
mencement. One can see the long line
of carriages, the barns and sheds filled
with horses, every house filled to over-
flowing with people, the dignified offi-
cials, sober matrons, gay belles and
beaux of the time, also horse jockeys,
gamblers, venders of every sort. The
college yard, not campus then, dotted
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with booths where ginger-bread, pies,
egg-nog, cigars, and beers were sold.
In his "Sophomores of RadclifF'
Mr. Kellogg tells of the Society of
Olympian Jove, whose customs are
parly the wild imaginings of the author
and partly his own experience. But
perhaps the most interesting of the
Bowdoin customs he describes is the
"Osbequies of Calculus." This prac-
tice was in vogue many years, and a
head stone is still to be seen upon the
campus, marking the spot where are
buried the hated ashes. Besides the
books of the above mentioned series
there is a volume called "Norman
dine."
The opening scene of "A Strong
Arm and a Mother's Blessing" is laid
in the town of Fryeburg, Maine, and
the book tells the story of the historic
Indian fight of Lovewell's Pond, which
took place in May, 1725. It adheres
very closely to the actual facts of his-
tory and gives much historic informa-
tion. The scene at times changes to
places, in and around Portland and we
find pen pictures of ancient places
and dwellings now passed away.
While perhaps not great from a liter-
ary standpoint, this is a most readable
book. "The Unseen Hand" was Kel-
logg's last story.
While Elijah Kellogg's books are
most entertaining, amusing, if you like,
that was not altogether his chief in-
tention. He had a purpose in every
book that left his hand. His idea was
to write something that would make
boys more genuine, more manly. He
taught the value and dignity of labor —
manual labor. "The essence of hoe
handle, if persistently taken two hours
a day," would, he averred, cure many
diseases of mind and heart. This was
the object lesson he wished to teach —
not mental equipment alone, but man-
ual as well, fits a man for the battle of
life.
These books are as much in demand
today as they were when first written,
and not in Maine alone. I am told
that librarians in the New England,
Middle Atlantic, and even the West-
ern states are forced to keep more than
one copy of several of the books, so
sustained is the demand.
Mr. Kellogg liked to talk with his
friends concerning his "brain chil-
dren," and would relate many amusing
anecdotes as to the letters he had re-
ceived asking about localities and
names. He would frequently receive
letters from people bearing the same
name as one of his characters, striving
to claim relationship, and bitterly were
some of his correspondents disappoint-
ed when told that the people so real to
them existed only in the imagination of
the story writer.
As he became famous this corres-
pondence became really a burden to
him. So when he wrote "John God-
soe's Legacy" he cast about for a name
that had never been heard of. But he
was not to escape. The book had been
out only a short time when he received
a letter from a woman who stated her
name was Godsoe and made minute
inquiries as to the details of the story.
One prominent characteristic of Eli-
jah Kellogg was his interest in and love
for young men. It was a great delight
to him to know he had helped one
young man either by written words or
personal effort.
For some years Bowdoin College
had the custom of sending young men
who were "rusticated" (to use a col-
lege term) to stay with Mr. Kellogg.
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One young fellow whom the college
sent to him was especially sullen and
unapproachable, in fact inclined to sulk.
On July Fourth there was to be a cele-
bration in Portland. The boy wished,
but did not expect to go. ''Well," Mr.
Kellogg said, when the celebration was
spoken of, "I am afraid you can't go.
I have no authority to let you go ; but,
then, I really want to attend that cele-
bration myself, and I can't be expected
to leave you at home alone." When
July Fourth dawned the preacher and
the student both attended the cele-
bration.
While Elijah Kellogg was intensely
interested, as has been said, in all
young men, he came especially near to
the Bowdoin students. They saw him
in many lights, driving into Bruns-
wick in the chaise — of which in sur-
prise, when someone called it old, he
said, ''Why, no, I only bought it forty
years ago" — sometimes with a load
of potatoes, sometimes driving a yoke
of oxen with the rack loaded with hay.
They saw him as he farmed and fished ;
they saw him in his beloved pulpit,
when on Sunday afternoon they walk-
ed down to hear him preach. They
talked with him, and they one and all
came to see in this retiring, quaint, un-
conventional, eloquent man no ordin-
ary preacher. They saw a man who,
through a life much longer than that
of the average man, had kept his spirit
young, his heart free from guile.
Perhaps nothing better illustrates
how Bowdoin men regarded him than
when his Alma Mater celebrated her
iooth birthday, and from the Atlantic
to the Pacific her children gathered
to do her honor. One after another,
men who were known through the
world in Art, Medicine, Law, Theol-
Elijah Keliogg's Chaise
ogy, and Science arose and spoke, to
reveive generous applause, but to the
man of small frame, but large soul, to
this farmer preacher of Harpswell,
was accorded a tumultuous applause
not given to her other sons.
Elijah Kellogg perhaps best ex-
pressed his own attitude to the college
when he said in 1890, looking back for
half a century; "I stand here today
like an old tree among younger
growth, from whose trunk the bark
and limbs have fallen, and whose roots
are dying in the soil ; but there is no
decrepitude of the spirit. Moons may
wax and wane, flowers may bloom and
wither, but the associations that link
a student to his intellectual birthplace
are eternal."
Not a few churches were blessed
by his labors at different intervals dur-
ing the years he was settled at Harps-
well. In Portland he was greatly be-
loved. The Second Parish, his fath-
er's old church, at one time extended
him a call, as did also the Congrega-
tional church at New Bedford, Massa-
chusetts, both of which he refused.
He preached for a time in the War-
ren Congregational Church, at Cum-
berland Mills, Westbrook, Maine;
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also at Wellesley, Rockport, and
Pigeon Cove, and New Bedford,
Massachusetts. He also preached
at Topsham, Maine. But he was
ever true to his Harpswell parish.
These people were his first and last
love. He came to them a young man,
he had married many of them and bur-
ied not a few in his pastorate of fifty-
seven years. He was content and sat-
isfied to have their love and devotion
and with his dying breath to speak his
last loving benediction upon them ev-
ery one.
He gave himself unsparingly to his
people, not only in things spiritual
but temporal as well. It was his habit
to keep, as he phrased it, "a purse for
the Lord." Into this he put one tenth
of whatever he earned. He was gen-
erous to a fault, and, it is said, often
seriouslv embarrassed himself thereby.
The Harpswell Congregational Church
Pulpit in the Old Harpswell Church
His services as a preacher were in
constant demand. He had large con-
gregations during the summer months,
and it was not uncommon, after the
service, for as many as twenty boys to
gather around him, wishing to shake
the hand of the man whose stories had
given them so much wholesome enjoy-
ment.
The last sermon preached by Rev.
Elijah Kellogg, away from his own
little sea-side church, was delivered in
the First Parish Congregational church
at Yarmouth, Maine, Sunday evening,
August 4,i90o,during Old Home week,
All other religious services in the town
were given up, and the several
churches united to do honor to the
venerable man. The house was filled
to overflowing. The words of his text
were: "Which hope we have as an
anchor of the soul, both sure and
steadfast, and which entereth into that
within the veil."
He said in substance that hope in
Christ is to the soul what an anchor is
Where Elijah Kellogg Preached
to the ship, and he described a storm
at sea, the use of an anchor in case of
an emergency, his words reminding
his hearers of some of the passages in
his books. Then he continued: "My
friends, life is like the sea ; the soul is
the vessel; the rich experiences of the
soul, the cargo; and Heaven is the
harbor for which we are bound. The
temptations of life are the tempests. It
is a strong sea and a wintry passage.
You will need a good anchor and a
good holding ground. Have you
such?" Later in the sermon he said:
"I am like an old and decayed tree
among the young growth in the forest,
but there is no age in my spirit. Time
has not caused me to care any the less
for the welfare of the younger people
to whose fathers and grandfathers I
have preached."
The house at North Harpswell
which Elijah Kellogg built in 1848
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and in which he lived for more than
half a century is as retired as one could
wish. It is perhaps 50 rods from the
main road with front toward the sea
he loved so well. Hemmed in by trees,
the approach is toward the rear, with
a weather beaten barn on the right.
There are no very near neighbors and
the farm contains about seventy acres.
The field he cultivated did not contain
more than twenty acres, and this was
all he attempted to care for except his
horse and cow. Here he lived, the
days passing all too quickly with his
reading, his preparation to preach
twice each Sunday, and his farm cares.
While Elijah Kellogg was famous
as a writer and eloquent preacher he
was hardly less well known as a writer
of declamations. He composed several
of these, which have found their way
into nearly every collection of recita-
tions of the better sort, and which are
The Home of Elijah Kellogg
still deservedly popular in schools and
colleges througout the country. The
two best know are "Spartacus to the
Gladiators" and "Regulus to the Car-
thaginians." To a party of friends
over a Yarmouth breakfast table Mr.
Kellogg told in his own inimitable way
how he came to write the former.
In 1842, when he was a student at
Andover, rhetorical exercises were al-
ways a part of the seminary program,
and a committee was appointed to act
as critics. It was the custom for the
criticisms to be so severe that the stu-
dents looked forward to a declamation
as an ordeal.
"At last I made up my mind," said
Mr. Kellogg, " that I would try to get
something so unusual and so interest-
ing that it would hold attention too
closely for the committee to think of
criticism." He thought over the mat-
ter for several weeks, and "Spartacus"
was the result.
The day for the speaking arrived
and a large audience was present with
Professor A. F. Parks presiding. At
last came Kellogg's turn. "When I
began," he stated, "it worked just as I
expected. You could have heard a pin
drop as I said 'Ye call me chief, and
You do well to call him chief, who for
twelve long years has met upon the
arena every shape of man or beast the
broad empire of Rome could furnish,
and never yet lowered his arm,' — and
on to the end. The critics were so
taken by surprise they didn't recover
until after I had finished.
"Then,when Professor Parks turned
to the students and inquired "what
criticisms have you to offer, young
gentlemen?' there wasn't one of them
had a word to say."
The unusual performance had so as-
tonished them that all criticism was
silenced. Professor Parks then spoke,
"Young gentlemen," he said, "it is
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customary, as you know, to dismiss
the audience before remarks are made
by the president. I shall violate that
rule to-day. This is a rhetorical exer-
cise. We don't want old sermons re-
hashed ; we don't want anything stale
and yellow with age ; we want rhetoric,
and gentlemen, that is rhetoric."
Among those present who heard
Kellogg speak were the members of his
Sunday school class made up of stu-
dents in Phillips Academy. One of
the boys, named Masters, afterward
entered Harvard and received an ap-
pointment for the Boylston prize dec-
lamations. Remembering "Spartacus"
he went from Boston to Harpswell to
try to get it. He easily found his
former Sunday school teacher and in-
troducing himself told his errand.
"Well," said Mr. Kellogg, in reply, "I
haven't the piece in writing and can-
not give it to you at once, but if you
will stop with me over night I will
think it out and write it off for you."
Of course Masters staid, and, equal-
ly of course, Mr. Kellogg did as he
said. Back to Harvard went Masters,
and on the day of the contest delivered
the declamation destined to become so
famous, and obtained the Boylston
prize.
One of the judges to award the prize
was Epes Sargent, a publisher of pop-
ular speakers and readers of that time.
Mr. Sargent was so delighted with
"Spartacus to the Gladiators" that he
secured it for publication ; and thus
was given to the world one of the' mas-
terpieces of literature with the name
of Elijah Kellogg as its author.
To the funeral of this man who held
life as a sacred trust from God and
whose conscientious purpose was never
in the least guided by selfish aims,
came those who loved him as a life-
long friend, as the author of the stories
all have read. The old and the young,
the man of affairs, the professional
man, the clergyman, those well known,
those unknown, the rich, the poor — all
were there in the historic Second
Parish church, of which the dead
man's father was the first pastor, to
pay the last tribute of respect to this
aged man of God.
In the Western cemetery he lies at
rest by the side of his wife, who died
in 1 89 1. It is but fitting that the town
of his birth should be the sepulchre of
one who leaves to her the heritage of
a pure and well spent life together
with no small measure of what the
world called fame.
A Cinderella of the Blackberry Patch
By William MacLeod Raine
THE westering sun was sinking
below the horizon at the
close of a sultry Arkansas
day, and the panting of the
parched earth beneath the tury of the
untempered heat was abating. Along
the roads and cleared places the lan-
guorous air was heavy with the odor
of the rank dogfennel which bordered
the highways.
Out of the dense brake behind the
Lyndon place a young man crept pain-
fully to the broken rail fence which
surrounded the neglected, untilled cot-
ton field. He climbed the fence wear-
ily, as one who has almost reached the
limit of endurance, and limped slowly
across the long rows of dead cotton
stalks to the wild blackberry patch be-
yond. His uniform of blue was hope-
lessly stained and torn from contact
with the moist earth and brambly
bushes of the slough where he had
spent the past few days in hiding.
Long ago the chills and fevers of the
swamp had got into his blood and left
him the sallow complexion which
comes to the dweller in the river bot-
toms. Unwashed, unshaven, and un-
kempt, he appeared a wretched rag of
humanity, an ill-looking specimen of
the living flotsam which the tide of
war was leaving stranded all over the
South.
To the girl picking blackberries in
the tangled fence corner the crackling
of dry cotton stalks gave warning
of his approach. Her startled eyes fell
on the hated uniform of blue, took in at
one swift glance the squalid despera-
tion of the man, and turned instinctive-
ly to seek a way of escape. Of that,
however, there was no chance, for the
rank growth of bushes rose thick be-
tween her and the fence, and the
Northern soldier barred the road in
front. Though her heart beat like a
trip-hammer, she tried resolutely to
drive the fear out of her eyes ; and
even while she awaited inevitable dis-
covery noted with relief the dragging
limp and the faded chevrons, which
told her he was a wounded officer.
Abruptly he came to a halt at sight of
her, standing there with dilated eyes,
a picture of suspended animation. For
an instant he stood looking at her with
parted lips, then his hand travelled
quickly to his forage cap in a salute.
The curly brown hair tumbled over his
forehead as he lifted his cap, and she
saw with instant reassurance thai he
was little more than a boy.
They looked at each other in a long
silence, from which he was the first to
recover.
"I beg your pardon," he began
frankly. "I'm afraid I was about to
poach on your private preserves. It
would not be the first time, and I did
not know you were here," he ex-
plained.
She was a thorough young South-
ron, and she hated "Yankees" with an
exceeding bitter hatred ; but something
in this ragged youth's evil plight and in
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a faint resemblance which she thought
he had to her own brother, lying cap-
tive in a military prison somewhere in
the North, stirred in her the maternal
pity which is dormant in every woman.
"If it is the berries you mean, there
are enough for us both. Anyhow, I
am through," she told him.
"Thanks. You are quite sure I am
not driving you away," he said polite-
ly.
"Oh, yes, my bucket is full, you see."
But though she repeated that she
must be going, she did not leave at
once, but moved away some yards, os-
tensibly still picking berries, but
really watching him curiously out of
her sloe-black eyes. She had never
before seen a union soldier off duty,
and the study of him fascinated her.
Somehow she did not feel the repul-
sion she had expected.
Though he was not apparently look-
ing at her as he devoured the wild
fruit, he seemed to see every detail of
her person : the dark hair and the flash-
ing eyes, the straight nose, the fruit-
stained lips, the cotton dress neatly
patched here, there, and everywhere,
the little shoes in woeful disrepair. He
knew at once that this charming little
Cinderella of the fields was the daught-
er of a gentleman, and that her thread-
bare dress was typical of the ruined
South which still fought on despair-
ingly to make a lost cause good. Pres-
ently he ventured to call out to her.
"You will not give me up to them?"
he asked.
"No, I wont," she answered indig-
nantly. "But I don't see why I should
not. There is every reason why I
should." The facts spoke for them-
selves, but the girl emphasized them
with a defiant assertion which was also
a question. "You are a Yank," she
said, with the slow sweet drawl of the
Southland.
Despite his forlorn condition a
whimsical smile twitched the corners of
his mouth.
"The evidence is writ too plain to
deny," he admitted.
"I shouldn't blame you for denying
it if you could," she flung back at him.
He smiled again, this time without
any attempt at repression. She was so
childish in her girlish defiance, so
slight, and withal so full of indignant
fire, that he forgave the anger in ap-
preciation of the effect as a whole. She
caught the amused smile, and turning
on her heel went off indignantly with
her head in the air.
The young soldier watched the slim
figure take its way along the dusty
road to the big house in the grove with
a regret that was almost sadness. She
was the first girl he had spoken to in —
he hardly dared to think how long —
and the memory of buggy rides in the
long afternoons, far away in the dis-
tant North, came back to mock him in
this alien land where he was a hated
intruder. He was a victim of malaria,
weary for want of sleep and good food,
and racked with a wound that would
not heal so long as he kept on his feet ;
and because he was only a boy, after
all, in spite of the epaulets, he hungered
for the touch of his mother's encirc-
ling arms and wanted to sob aloud with
sheer homesickness. But he remem-
bered that he was an officer of the
United States army, and he forebore.
Yet he sighed deeply as he trudged
back on his aching ankle to the lonely
hut down in the slough where he had
been staying for the past few days.
Three hours later young Culver
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45'
appointed himself a committee of one
to forage provisions from the enemy.
The full moon lighted the way more
brightly than was necessary as he cut
across the cotton field, with its occas-
ional girdled leafless trees soughing
uncannily in the wind, to the walnut
grove in which the house was placed.
Before the war, he could not have
gfot within fiftv yards of the house
without his presence being detected by
some of the half-score dogs that be-
long to a Southern home, but as the
war continued the dearth of provisions
had brought famine to the hounds,
which had much diminished their
numbers. Culver made his way di-
rectly to the smoke house, into which
he forced his entrance through a back
window. He selected a ham from the
scant supply, and slipping through the
window again, dropped to the ground.
As he turned to pick up his booty,
someone hurled himself upon him and
bore him down.
"Yeou ornery, shif'less nigger, I'm
a-goin' tuh hide yer till yer plum cayn't
stand," a voice drawled above him.
"I'm fixin' tuh give you all the bud
good and plenty, fo' suah. I be'n
a-honin' tuh do hit fer a right smart
time. Consequence is — Well, I'm
derned!" The man had dragged his
prisoner to his feet, and as the moon-
light fell upon the shining buttons of
the blue uniform his lank jaw dropped
in grotesque surprise. "By gum, ef
hit aint a Yank. No, sirree, yeou
don't. Keep still, will yeou, dad burn
your hide ? You all air a-coming right
along uv me."
Culver confronted a gaunt, immo-
bile-faced renter in homespun, one
whose muscles were of iron, whose
grip of steel held the weak and wound-
ed young man as in a vise. ( His cap-
tor was Joe Snellings, orderly to Cap-
tain Lyndon, home on a furlough on
account of disabilities received at
Chickamauga.) The prisoner was
marched ignominiously around to the
front of the house, and now that he
was captured he realized that he did
not care. Anything was better than
the misery of the past week.
Captain Lyndon and his daughter
Apthia sat on the porch to catch the
breath of evening wind that cooled the
air. The time was not far distant when
the Captain had been the most jovial
of men; his hearty jest and infectious
laugh had been the life of the country
side ; the war years had brought him
nothing but sorrow, and were turning
him into an old man before his time.
Just as the war began his wife died,
and in the fierce fighting his sons Jeff
and Homer had fallen at Shiloh and
Seven Oaks. His only remaining son,
a brave bright-faced lad named Will,
had been captured a month before in
the same battle at which his father had
been wounded. Since then Captain
Lyndon, still debarred from active ser-
vice by reason of his wound, had been
much given to sitting on the porch in
sombre silence, with his head sunk on
his breast. He needed action to take
him out of the past, which oppressed
him. It hurt Apthia to look into his
eyes so full of sad memories, and,
though she dreaded it, yet she longed
for the time when he would be able
once more to join in the stress of bat-
tle.
"Found the derned Yank stealing a
ham from the smoke-house," explained
Snellings triumphantly. '"Lowed
when he seed me he'd light a shuck,
'lowed it were time ter be a puttin'
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out, fer true; but hit mightily struck
me that since I had met up with him
he mout as well stay — fer a spell.
Leastways, ef the Yanks can spare
him, though I hate turrible tur in-
convenience him."
The man who rose with his arm in a
sling to meet Culver was dressed in a
nondescript suit of jeans, a pair of
worse than ragged shoes, and a felt
slouch hat that would never again cel-
ebrate its fourth birthday. But he
looked every inch the gentleman in
spite of his ridiculous clothing. It was
not only that he was handsome, though
he was that in the large, generous
Southern way, nor that his face was
frank and his blue eyes singularly win-
ning, but also that he had the subtle
distinction of manner which is not to
be defined. He bowed to the young
officer in the old-school way, the trick
of which had been lost to the present
generation.
The young man explained that he
had been left on the field, wounded in
a skirmish some days before, and that
he had escaped observation by crawling
into the bushes. Since then he had
been hiding by day and travelling by
night in an effort to make his way
across country to the Federal lines at
Helena, but that for the past few days
he had found himself quite unable to
travel and had availed himself of a sol-
dier's privilege to forage from the
country of the enemy. He stood very
erect as he spoke, his chin tilted high
in boyish defiance. Apthia. looking
at the deadly pallor of his face, em-
phasized by the black hollows under
the deep-sunk eyes, felt again the surge
of pity sweep over her.
The face of Captain Lyndon wore a
puzzled frown. In his present state
of mind he frankly disliked "Yankees,"
chough he was too much a man of the
world to be, like his daughter, unreas-
onably intolerant of them. At any
rate, he did not care to assist any of
the enemies of Dixie to escape, nor, on
the other hand, did he propose to give
up this boy to the authorities. It was
an awkward predicament any way he
looked at it, for he could not disguise
from himself that to let the wounded
and fever-stricken lad go back into the
miasma-laden Cache bottom was to
consign him to death. The Confed-
erate officer thought of his own boy in
the distant, unfriendly North, possibly
as much in need of a friend as this
blue-coated youth, and vowed impul-
sively to help his prisoner safely to his
destination.
"By God, I'll see him through for
Will's sake," he told himself in swift
decision. Then aloud, "Apthia,
you better take Lieutenant Cul-
ver in for some supper and then tell
Mammy to make Will's room ready for
him to-night. Perhaps to-morrow you
may be able to ride to Helena, Lieu-
tenant."
"What's that? What's that you
say?" asked Culver wildly. "I don't
seem to hear you right. You can't
mean that — that "
"I've got a boy of my own," the
Captain explained gravely.
"But — but — " Robert Culver
swayed unsteadily to and fro, then
pitched forward in a faint.
"Well, I'm denied," ejaculated Snel-
lings, not unkindly, and, stooping, he
took the young officer in his arms.
"Where yeou want me to tote him,
Captain ?"
"Better take him up to Will's room,
Snellings, and undress him. What
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453
that young man needs is good food and
nursing. He's starved ; that's what's
the matter with him."
In the week that followed, the last
stray chicken on the plantation went
into the pot to make broth for the de-
lirious stranger within the Lyndon
gates. Nothing was too good for him,
and no trouble too much to take. Had
he been Will Lyndon himself, better
care could not have been given him.
Snellings looted the neighborhood for
luxuries, and Mammy spent hours con-
cocting delicacies for "the "Linkum
man." That he might have the nour-
ishment he needed, the rest of the
household fared ill.
For a time he lay in the balance be-
tween life and death, but unremitting
nursing won him slowly back to health.
Captain Lyndon found balm to his
wounded soul in caring for this young
enemy, for in some unexplainable way
it seemed to him that he was doing it
for his son and making his lot lighter.
Apthia too nursed him with an unre-
mitting devotion. At first she had
found it hard to reconcile her great lik-
ing for him with her loyalty to the
South, but presently, woman-like, she
gave up the attempt. Her heart went
out to him, and logic was a matter of
no importance.
Culver would wake from troubled
sleep to find the bearded, grave-eyed
Captain fanning him or to see Apthia
flitting about the room like bright sun-
shine. His eyes followed her with deep
satisfaction. He was like a child that
is very tired, content to rest peacefully,
in the surety that he will be taken care
of without effort on his part. The
lithe grace of the girl, the harmonious
colors of the darkened room, the fine
white spotless linen, all soothed his
jarred nerves with the sense of home
after long wandering in camp and field.
Both he and his hosts came to under-
stand more clearly through sympathy
for each other, developed in long talks,
the abyss of misunderstanding which
had brought the country into the hor-
rors of a civil war.
One day Apthia Lyndon was arrang-
ing roses in a vase, the while the young
officer watched her intently out of half-
closed eyes. He noted how every-
thing she did was done with a grace
that charmed him.
"Why do you take so much trouble
over me? I'm only a 'Yank'," he
asked at last.
She started, having supposed him
asleep.
"So long as you are ill it does not
matter what you are," she answered.
"But when I am well again ?"
The girl made no answer. Her deft
fingers were busy with the roses.
"You will hate me then, I suppose?"
The color began to surge into her
face. "No, I shall — not hate you."
"Indifferent?"
"Always I shall be glad to hear of
you." The color of the flowers was
not more beautiful than the tint in her
cheeks now.
He knew himself cruel when he
pressed her further.
"As you are always glad to hear of
Snellings' welfare Is that the way
you will care?"
She flashed one look of appeal at
him and fled. It begged of him to let
their relations rest unfixed, at least un-
til the war was over. He understood
that she could never promise herself in
words to a man fighting against the
cause she loved, and he respected her
feeling.
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SIMILITUDE
When Robert Culver rode away to
Helena on the war horse of the Con-
federate Captain he carried with him
many pleasant memories of the planta-
tion, but none so persistent and so en-
during as those which had to do with
the slim, black-eyed little rebel whose
womanly heart had surrendered at dis-
cretion to the "Yank" officer.
Since he was a practical lover, Cul-
ver busied himself in finding- the
whereabouts of Will Lyndon, that he
might begin to wipe out the debt that
had accumulated against him. It
chanced that Culver had a cousin who
was a Congressman, and by means of
legislative and military influence, he
succeeded in securing an exchange for
the young man.
And so it came to pass that when
Will went South, to make glad the
hearts of his anxious kindred, he car-
ried with him a letter to his sister from
Robert Culver. Beyond doubt com-
mon gratitude demanded an answer,
but something more than perfunctory
duty must have stimulated the corre-
spondence which followed, for it is a
matter of record that long after the
war had ended Lieutenant Culver, now
a civilian, followed one of his letters
into the Southwest, and took to wife
his Cinderella of the blackberry
patch.
Similitude
By E. Carl Litsey
DIDST ever stand, my love, at night, when winds were low
Beside a silent pool, where, mirrored soft, did glow
The eyes of night?
So far above they were ; so fair and pure they seemed ;
But lo ! beneath thy feet their magic beauty gleamed.
It seemed you might
With outstretched hand glean one by one each gem,
Celestial lamps, watched o'er by seraphim !
And so, my love, whene'er I gaze upon thy face,
I see reflected there a light which has its place
About God's throne.
And as a star is set within the heavens there,
To turn the thoughts of men to God and prayer,
Thou, thou alone,
Art set on earth to bless my weary life,
And in thy love my soul finds rest from strife!
The Emperor of Korea
Korea, the Pigmy Empire
By W. E. Griffis
WHAT was the part played
by Korea in the old Chi-
nese world of sun and
satellites? Then there
were hermit nations. The ocean sepa-
rated mankind. China, the Middle
Kingdom, claiming the sovereignty of
the earth and immediate legation from
Heaven, was surrounded by pupil na-
tions, and the outlying islands were the
tassels pendant to her robe's fringe.
The inhabitants of distant countries
were barbarians.
What is Korea's role in these days
of the New Pacific and the changed
world? Now the ocean unites nations
and fleets make ferries with no
dependence on wind or tide. The once
pupil nations are independent. China,
herself no longer free, is on inquest,
and if paralyzed by too much "indem-
nity" is likely to be partitioned. Japan
is the recognized equal with the nations
of Christendom. The pivot of history
is no longer in the Mediterranean or
the Atlantic. The United States, Rus-
sia, Great Britain, France, Germany,
Italy and the Netherlands have pos-
sessions in that once lonely ocean,
now the highway of all peoples.
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KOREA, THE PIGMY EMPIRE
Geographers reckon that in round
numbers there are about eighty thous-
and square miles in Korea. Looking
from the west her shape is that of a
headless bjutterfly. She hovers be-
tween what seems to be the great Jap-
anese silk worm, spinning out of its
head and mouth at Kiushiu a long
thread of islands ending in Formosa
and bordering on the possessions of the
United States, and China, the rampant
monster ready to devour, with its maw
in Liao Tung and its paw at Shantung.
All along the northern wing-edge lies
the Imperial province of Shing-king,
while at the northeastern tip is Russia.
The most striking landmark on this
northern frontier is the Ever- White
mountain, which holds, sparkling on
its breast, the lake called the Dragon's
Pool. Over the brim of this crater
fall the streamlets which, reinforced all
along the mountain slopes, form rivers
flowing east and west to the sea, mak-
ing Korea a true island, with water
boundaries on all sides. The Ever-
White peaked mountain, named less
from its "eternal" snows than from its
white rock and earth, is the central seat
of Manchiu legend on its northern
side, and of Korean fairy lore on the
south.
Orographically, Korea consists of a
great mountain spine which gives the
eastern side of the country an abrupt
slope to the sea, with for a hundred
miles a great cliff wall, where there
are no harbors. Speaking roughly, all
the rest of the country, particularly its
western side, is one prolonged slope.
Rivers which have their cradles in the
mountain tops, run to the sea, forming
rich alluvial plains, making also a sea
coast having many islands and fine
harbors, but most dangerous to navi-
gation because of its sudden and high
tides, which, receding leave enormous
areas of mud exposed which are ma-
larious and dangerous.
Facing Japan and a shallow sea, the
rocky and abrupt coast, though sinu-
ous, shows no gateway or efficient har-
bor from the Russian line down to
Gensan on Broughton's Bay. There,
on the flat land and adjacent hills has
risen a smart settlement. It is located
on the great high road which skirts
the sea from the far north to the capi-
tal, throwing off also a branch road-
way which further follows the coast
down through the thinly inhabited
region to Fusan. At this latter sea-
port, which was for three hundred
years a Japanese trading station and is
still substantially a part of Japan, we
find again a main road coming from
the capital, while the surveys for a
railway from Seoul to Fusan have al-
ready been made by Japanese engi-
A Street Scene in Korea
neers, even as it promises to be built
and equipped by Japanese capital.
We find what is exceptional on the
east coast, — a great alluvial plain
drained by "the river," and forming
for the most part the province Kyong-
Sang, warm, rich and fertile, where in
the Middle Ages, the famous kingdom
of Shinra, to which came the Arabs to
trade and settle, had its domain, and in
1 122 Chinese fleets from Ningpo
steered by the mariner's compass. Of
both of these facts there is clear record.
Ginseng, deerhorn, aloes, camphor,
saddles, porcelain and satin were sent
from the Korean to Arabian land.
A greased magnetic needle thrust
through a ball of pitch or cork, and
laid to float in a bowl of water formed
the "south pointing chariot," brought
to Shinra.
The southern tip of Korea has a
frontage of hundreds of isles and out
in the sea is the largest of Korean
islands, rich in bulls, beef and ruffianly
people, with vast store of mythology
and folk-lore — the potter's field of Ko-
rean romance and chronology. On the
western coast, between mountain and
sea, lie the three provinces, Kyong, Ki-
ung and Cholla, so often overrun by
Japanese and Chinese armies, and
again and again devoured by them.
Just north of the capital there is the
province, Whang Hai, rich in history,
in Buddhist and mediaeval remains and
monuments, and in fisheries which pro-
vide both food and pearls. The north-
western province, Phyong An, borders
on China and for centuries contained
at Wi-ju, near the Green Duck river's
mouth, the western and only gateway
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into the kingdom. It confronted also
that ''neutral strip," which once nomi-
nally dividing queues from topknots,
became during our century the home
of outlaws, until Li Hung Chang, with
more generosity to China than justice
to Korea, sent a fleet of gun boats up
the river and a force of soldiers into
the land, thus annexing the whole
strip. To-day the "walls of stakes,"
or lines of palisades, hundreds of miles
long, which once fenced in the Im-
perial domain, with its sacred city of
Mukden, have vanished and should
have no place upon the maps.
All over Northern Korea, in the
mountain region, even far below the
38th parallel, the tiger, alert, hungry
and daring, is the chief ruler of cer-
tain districts. The old Chinese sar-
casm that "The Koreans hunt the tig-
ers six months in the year (in sum-
mer) and the tigers hunt the Koreans
the other six months," (in winter)
had a large basis of truth. In these
days when its superb robe is in such
demand abroad, and the mountaineers
are beginning to use Remington re-
peaters, the tiger is less the king of
beasts, human and otherwise, than for-
merly. Besides pelts, these northern
provinces produce gold. Already an
American syndicate has men and ma-
chinery at work, testing (with satisfac-
tion and abundant revenue) the ques-
tion whether the rocks of Korea are
yet to disturb the monetary equilibri-
um of the world. The main source of
revenue to the country is obtained
from ginseng, rice and beans. Hides,
bones and oxen are exported also. The
possibilities of making "the peninsula"
produce the beef supply for the lands
adjacent are excellent.
As yet there is but one railway from
Chemulpo to Seoul ; that is from the
main seaport to the capital, with an
electric tramway in Seoul. The Jap-
anese line from Fusan to Seoul and the
possible iron road, to be built thence to
the Chinese frontier by the French, to
connect with the great Russian conti-
nental line, will make Korea more ac-
cessible to Europe. As yet, however,
the means of communication by hoof
or vehicle are of the crudest, the most
general and efficient being the human
back. Man is still the chief beast of
burden. The apparatus of porterage is
a wooden frame or saddle set to the
back and strapped over the shoulder.
This work is controlled by a guild,
with despotic rules forming a mighty
power with which even the nobles and
the government have to reckon.
A Woman in Street Attire
Boat Building
Next after man, the bull and the
horse divide the honors of toil. Strange
to say, the pony, usually small, stunted
and suggesting, especially in the north,
a big dog rather than a small horse,
has a bad character, while the bull
glories in a noble reputation and is the
friend of the family. For kicking, bit-
ing, squealing and making himself
a general nuisance, the Korean pony
may be warmly commended. He is
vicious, untrustworthy and needs
much development to bring him up to
our ideas of even the average horse.
He lives, when decently treated, in a
stable and is usually fed on boiled
beans, or roots and hay.
The bull, from the moment of his
birth, is the pet of the household, and
the children's companion during most
of his lifetime. He does not love for-
eigners, but he is very sociably inclined
toward Korean human beings. With
a ring in his nose and usually made
next to invisible under his load of
bundles of brushwood for fuel, he can
be seen in considerable numbers in the
capital and is welcomed as a friend all
over the country. Korea cannot ex-
pect to be either rich or civilized,
while her roads and vehicles are what
they are at present. Her "palace car,"
used much for ladies, is still the palan-
quin. Beside the rude ox cart, heavy
and clumsy to the last degree, there
used to be much in use in the capital
and yet survives occasionally, the
monocycle which is used only by na-
tives of much importance. This ve-
hicle is something like a sedan chair,
perched on two supports above a single
wheel. Out from the base of the chair
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run two poles to the front and rear,
across either end of which is set a
cross-bar. Three men propel the ve-
hicle,— two behind the front cross-bar
run along pulling, while one in the rear,
holding the two bars, merrily guides
and pushes the machine along. This
desire for height above common folks
is also to be observed in official gentle-
men, who are swathed in bright robes
of silk or crepe, and wear hats that, in
a gale of wind, must be found danger-
ously large, notwithstanding that they
are held on with a throat-lash of huge
yellow and red beads. On a saddle,
high and lifted up above the back of
his tiny stallion, the rider strives to
maintain on his perilous seat what
passes for equilibrium and dignity.
Alongside of him are usually half a
dozen servants, who are ready to act
as shores and guys when the mastei
seems about to capsize.
The Korean dress is white, even the
lowest classes wearing what was once
so, and always professes to be. Tt is
astonishing how snowy-hued and
glossy the gentlemen's robes are and in
most cases, the outer garments, at
least, of the people. Cotton is the great
textile, though silk and hemp are also
much used. There is no land on earth,
perhaps, where the women work harder
with the especial purpose in view of
keeping the men looking dapper. Al-
though soap is not used, the results of
laundry and lye are wonderful. When
the Koreans begin to emigrate to our
country, they may drive the Chinese
out of business. The women boil the
clothes three times, clean them with
lye, wash them in running water and
then, after drying, begin that tedious
process which requires them to toil
during the long hours of the night.
The characteristic sound which one
hears while traveling through the un-
lighted streets of a Korean town, is
the beating of the clothes on a flat
board with a wooden ruler. A gloss
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Main Avenue to King's Palace
which is almost like silk results from
this long castigation and lasts for some
days.
Hard, indeed, is the lot of a Korean
woman ; generally speaking, she is
anonymous. She is somebody's
daughter, or sister, or wife, or mother
— for the most part a cipher attached
to some male integer. In general, the
dress of women in Korea resembles
that among us much . more than does
the female garb of China and Japan.
The palace attendants have an enor-
mous and elaborate head dress, behind
which are stuck two colossal hairpins.
The other women with some variety in
coiffure, gather their hair in a knot
held by pins made of brass or other
material, or, in the case of the young
girl, it is worn in a braid down the
back.
The stranger in Korea is often puz-
zled in deciding upon the sex of the
youthful and often rosy-cheeked crea-
tures that wear a braid, but show no
fullness in the chest, and soon learns
that in the land of top-knots all males
until they are married are looked upon
as children only, without anything to
say in company and with few rights
which adults are bound to respect. Let
the minor, old or young, marry and the
world changes its attitude towards
him. He can then pile up his hair on
his scalp, or imprison it in a cage of
horsehair, and exult in all the privi-
leges of manhood, which seem chiefly
to be that of squatting instead of sit-
ting down properly, and of holding
between the teeth, occasionally sup-
ported by the hand, three or four feet
of tobacco pipe. The Korean is an
inveterate smoker, but he usually puts
between "the fool and the fire" a yard
stick in the form of a bamboo cane.
In winter the summer's thin white
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clothes of cotton or hemp give way to
padded and baggy arrangements of
the same color, so that whether in frost
or heat Korea at night looks like the
land of ghosts, and by day suggests
a huge sleeping chamber with the oc-
cupants just out of bed. The great
horsehair caps and big varnished hats,
the conical wicker head dress and four-
sided matting covers which the mourn-
ers wear, using also a little flag or fan-
shaped device to shield their faces, are
additional peculiar features of the Ko-
rean costume.
As the Korean footgear is midway
in development between that of China
and Japan, so also in type is the house
in this Cyprus-like land, which histori-
cally is the link between the Asian
Egypt, China, and the far-Oriental
Greece, Japan. In general, the Korean
Hulling Rice
dwelling, whether hut or palace, is a
one storied affair. It rests on a plat-
form of masonry enclosing earth,
through which runs a network of
flues. To obtain warmth, the fires are
built at one end and the chimney at
the other, so that all caloric is utilized.
When the heat is well regulated, the
stone or brick floor makes the abode
very comfortable. The houses of the
nobles contain usually parlor, dining
and bed rooms, with tiger skin screens,,
cabinets and bedding and toilet ar-
ticles. In the average house, however,
and especially among the poor, the
cracks in the floor allow the smoke
to escape, irritating the eyes of the
occupants, and making the atmosphere
exceedingly uncomfortable to the
traveller. If staying at an inn, he will
usually be disturbed further by the
near noise of the horses and quarrels
of the hostlers.
Yet a Korean house with its sub-
stantial frame, strong tiled roof and
windows made with shutters much like
ours, lends itself more admirably than
either the Chinese or Japanese dwell-
ing to the needs and uses of the Ameri-
can. One curious phase of life in
Korea is the utilization of the roofs of
the houses in the country for the grow-
ing of vines, melons and other fruit
ripening in the sunshine at the top.
Another phase of life is the skill of
the burglar, who becomes a sapper and
miner, often removing without noise
the foundation stones and getting up
through the flue into the house. In-
deed, in the Korean romances, as well
as in actual life, the lover obtains his
surreptitious interviews in this way,
and the widow or the unprotected
woman suffers from this source of
danger.
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An Ancient Pagoda
Despite their low estate in general,
the native women have played a great
part not only in religion but in politics.
In our own day the strongest character
in Korean history, after the Regent
"of stone heart and iron bowels," was
the able queen Ming, who long thwart-
ed, not only the plots . of the king's
father against herself and her clan, but
also nullified both the machinations at-
tempted and the reforms inaugurated
by the Mikado's envoys. She was in
every sense a queen, but was at last
brutally assassinated, her body being
cremated in the raid made upon the
palace by Japanese ruffians in 1896.
It has cost the nation millions of dol-
lars to get her remains properly buried
and built over, and further removal
and rebuilding must take place in 1902.
The native historians persistently
claim Kishi, one of the ancestors of
Confucius, as the founder of their civi-
lization. After the fall of the Shang
Dynasty of China, 1122 B. C, he
moved towards the East, making his
capital at Ping Yang, where the de-
cisive battle of September, 1894, was
fought. It is certain that there are
many alleged relics of this famous
man, who, if not actually the founder
of Korea, has furnished in his name
a convenient centre around which tra-
ditions have arranged themselves. He
named the new land Cho-sen, or
Morning Radiance, a term which mir-
rors either the tranquility and promise,
as of early morn, which the exile sage
sought and found ; or, as is more prob-
able, it refers to that benignant favor
of the Dragon Countenance so desired
by vassals and servants of the Chinese
Emperor, who gives audience at auro-
ral hours and sometimes as early as
two o'clock in the morning. Kishi and
his descendants ruled until the end of
the third century, B. C, when they
were dethroned by a Chinese refugee.
The new state thus formed existed,
with occasional lapses of revolt and
renewals of vassalage and tribute, un-
til 108 B. C, when Cho-sen was an-
nexed to the Chinese Empire. This
ancient Cho-sen of the native histories
lay mainly in what is now Russianized
China or Liao Tung.
Within the boundaries of the Korea
known since the tenth century, we have
historic phenomena much like those
on the island of Great Britain. About
the beginning of the Christian era
three kingdoms began to form them-
selves, and have through a thousand
years worked out a history character-
ized by peaceful development, but of-
In the Old Palace
ten interrupted by border wars and
alternating invasions from or alliances
with China and Japan. The various
tribes became slowly consolidated into
one people, who borrowed the civiliza-
tion of China and assimilated it so
thoroughly that they were able to be-
come the teachers of the Japanese. It
was mainly through Korea and not
from China directly, that Dai Nippon
received from India and China her
letters, arts, philosophy and religious
ethics. Mainly in the north and east
was the kingdom of Korai, in the south
and east Shinra, and in the central
west Hiaksi. In the year 352, Bud-
dhism was introduced and by the
tenth century was widely dissemi-
nated.
During this time and until A. D.
1600, frequent colonies of skilled
workmen, artists, teachers and mis-
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sionaries, both men and women,
crossed to Japan, enriching the civili-
zation of the Japanese. Not only do
the mythology, early legends and tra-
ditions of the Japanese point toward
Korea, but many a pathetic story of
love, valor and sacrifice is told of the
Korean scholar, soldier, nun and monk
in Japan. Classic literature is rich in
allusion to the Jewel Land over the
Western Sea, the Treasure House of
Untold Blessing.
In the Japanese nursery, Cho-sen is
the realm of fairy and ogre, the theatre
of the strenuous valor of the Mikado's
soldiers, the land of the tiger and the
home of wonders and mysteries. The
enthusiastic lads who landed in 1894,
with Murata rifles, to annihilate the
Chinese army at Ping Yang, on the old
camp-ground of their own generals,
Kasiwade and Kato, must have felt as
Celebration of the King's Birthday
an American child would if transport-
ed to Bluebeard's country.
To-day Korea looks to the many
travellers, who all agree in their re-
port, like a despoiled land, scraped
and wasted by old wars. Its art is
languishing. It has the general look of
a poverty-stricken country. Yet all
the old testimony, as abundant as it is
sound, goes to show that Korea's past
is to be measured by contrast, her an-
cient grandeur with the poverty of to-
day. During the era of the Three
Kingdoms, A. D., 9-966, Korean
Buddhism was in its missionary ac-
tivity. From 960 A. D. to 1392 was its
golden age. This meant more wealth
and a landscape richer in human in-
terest than that seen to-day. The evi-
dences from language and the study of
place names, the ruined cities, the co-
lossal Buddhist sculptures, now found
in the forests and remote from town
and highway, the journals of the Jap-
anese officers during their great in-
vasion, 1 592- 1 597, as well as the native
chronicles, testify to a degree of civili-
zation marked by wealth, art, archi-
tecture and literature, which the tour-
ist at this time would never imagine
to have existed. Their absence dem-
onstrates how devastating was the
Japanese invasion. The "art-besotted"
Japanese generals scooped Korea
clean of the art treasures which they
did not destroy. Along with hun-
dreds of artists and thousands of
slaves, they carried home fleet loads
of treasure and relics with which they
decorated their houses and temples.
Often the Buddhist remains are in
situ, colossal sculptures on mountain
spurs cut out of the native rock. Be-
cause of their substance of white gran-
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Tortoise and Column Carved Out of Rock
ite, at a distance they have been mis-
taken by naval travelers for light
houses. Sometimes these miryeks
stand in pairs, representing the male
and female principles that rule the uni-
verse. These monoliths are chiseled
according to the degree of art pos-
sessed in their locality. In quality of
conception and workmanship, the
Buddhist art works vary from the ex-
quisite marble bas-reliefs of the pago-
da in Seoul to colossal stone columns
which, now bearded with the lichens
and moss of centuries, seem little bet-
ter than the hideous wooden posts set
up on the wayside as village gods or
as distance markers.
It was Wu-wang who in 960 A. D.
gave political unity to the country by
blotting out the rival states, and pro-
claiming anew the ancient name which
had prevailed in the northeastern
states, Korai. He fixed his capital at
Sunto, some miles north of Seoul,
where to-day are ruins in granite and
vast ginseng fields. He borrowed from
China the centralized system of gov-
ernment, with boards or ministries,
sending out provincial governors from
the capital. Under this regime the old
feudalism was greatly modified,
though never extinguished. To this
day the internal politics of the Pygmy
Empire take their trend, color and
movement from forces surviving from
ancient, almost prehistoric feudalism.
Nominally the throne is above all, but
the various clan-factions, as they are
up or down, victorious or defeated, di-
rect Korean policy. During this time
of nearly four hundred years of Bud-
dhist supremacy, albeit of luxury and
corruption, Chinese civilization, especi-
ally those phases of it most prominent
under the Sung (A. D., 960-1126) as
before under the Tang dynasty (A. D.,
618-905) was studied in detail and
applied by the Koreans. This eager-
ness to absorb Chinese culture, con-
tinued with redoubled vigor under the
dynasty now in power, has produced a
phase of Confucianism which is dis-
tinctly different from that of either
China or Japan. While in the former
it has produced a detailed system of
ethics, which gives material for phil-
osophy and serves the purpose of a
religion, and has created the Chinese
literatus, who is a civilian pure and
simple, in Japan it has become the code
of conduct in the round of daily life,
nourishing the Samurai, who is a sol-
dier and a scholar, and mightily rein-
forcing the fundamental duty of loy-
alty to the Emperor. In Korea, Con-
fucianism is, in its main force, eti-
quette, the rule of social life, making
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467
but slight application of its precepts to
business or trade.
Toward the end of the fourteenth
century, the Mongol dynasty in China
was overthrown by the Mings. In
Korea a revolution was started which
overthrew the old dynasty that had
patronized Buddhism, now corrupt
and degraded, and set up the Li fam-
ily which, beginning in 1392, has held
the throne over five hundred years.
Buddhism was disestablished and the
priests, forbidden to enter walled
cities, were allowed only to live in their
monasteries among the mountains and
in the government fortresses. There,
despite their professedly peaceful call-
ing, they still form the chief garri-
sons and a sort of clerical militia. Nev-
ertheless, Buddhism is the popular re-
ligfion in Korea, for all the women
and most of the men seek salvation
by this path to the Infinite.
Confucianism, the cult of the court,
became rampant, and all things Chi-
nese were cultivated with fresh ardor.
Sunto was dismantled and its streets
became fields. The royal residence,
Han Yang, on the Seoul, was fixed
on the Han River. The eight prov-
inces were organized as to names,
boundaries, and administrations, as we
know them on modern maps. For the
most part the boundaries are those fur-
nished by nature, river, sea and moun-
tain. Speaking roughly, each prov-
ince is a river basin or drainage area,
with a name made up from the first
syllable of the chief city's name with
the word sea, mountain, river or some
other natural feature joined to the
word do or circuit.
Library in the Old Palace
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L
Korean Soldiers
From 1392 until 1866, with the ex-
ception of the great Japanese invasion
of 1 592- 1 597, the story of the people
within the "passive peninsula" is that
of a hermit or sleeping nation. Then
followed failure of royal heits, adop-
tion and the regime of the Tai Wen
Kun or regent ; the outbreak of per-
secution against the Christians; the
slaughter of the French priests; the
destructive raids of the General
Sherman, the French and American
chastising expeditions ; the Japanese
treaty of 1876, succeeded by the
American treaty and others ; the anti-
foreign reactions and riots ; the turbu-
lent and murderous attempts of Ko-
rean stalwarts who had been abroad to
introduce "civilization" within twenty-
four hours ; the storming of the Jap-
anese legation, the fighting between
the soldiers of China and Japan; the
Li-Ito convention, and finally the
Chino- Japanese war of 1894.
Then Korea was independent —
though hating her deliverers. The
Chinese gateway near Seoul, at which
the kings of Korea had for centuries
done obeisance to China's ambassador,
was torn down and a handsome mod-
ern structure erected named Inde-
pendence Arch. Korea, no longer a
vassal, but a free state between two
empires, took another step in imitation
of the greatness and claims of the vari-
ous "sons of Heaven" and "world-
powers" around her.
Not to be outdone by the people or
the rulers of other countries in mani-
festation of nationalism or imperial-
ism, the newly formed Independence
Club held patriotic meetings at the
arch and discussed the abolition of
slavery, moral reforms and Korea's
true policy, while the king assumed
the title of emperor. This ceremony
was performed on October 12, 1898,
before the great altar dedicated to the
Spirits of the Land, with all the spec-
tacular show and accessories of solem-
nity once peculiar to Korea, but now
vanishing away.
Russian influence was powerful in
this same year. During a twelvemonth,
Colonel Putiati with three officers and
ten drill sergeants, tried to remodel
the Korean army. This body, so vast
on paper, and efficient in the depletion
of the treasury, is pitifully small in
actual numbers. Jealous Japan looked
on, but could do nothing in Seoul or
Peking to stop Russia from putting
her nominee in charge of the Seoul
treasury also. When, however, the
double-headed eagle shadowed all
northern China and secured an ice-
free port and railway terminal at Port
Arthur, Korea fell below par in Rus-
sian appraisement and the Czar with-
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469
A Street Vender
drew his agents. The little country
suddenly became once more a vacuum
of diplomacy ; that is, in all probability
the dead calm at the centre of a rising
typhoon.
The pivot of history is now in the
Pacific. Down at the bottom of the
outer ferment is the control of the
Chinese market. Who shall have it?
Russia or Japan ? Before this question
can be answered, must come the set-
tling of the possession, or at least the
disposal, of Korea. Each nation, like
a new Archimedes or Atlas, wishes to
lift the commercial world of Asia and
walk off with it. Each needs Korea
as a fulcrum for his lever. Japan has
swept away feudalism and knighthood,
and the day of the mill hand, the
manufacturer and the merchant has
come. To make money is the aim of
men in this new nation of shopkeepers
that will fight for the markets of Asia.
But Russia wants these also and has
the land base of supplies, a railway and
an army. In 1894 japan, like a falcon,
struck the fat goose China to the earth,
but the double-headed eagle drove off
the victor and appropriated the prey.
Now, Japan with a mighty fleet of
transports, cruisers, battle ships, tor-
pedo boats and the ability to throw
250,000 men into Korea within a
month, waits and hopes for peace.
Meanwhile Korea cowers in weakness
at the opening of a new century, be-
lieving that her weakness is her only
strength.
The question naturally arises, why
have the Japanese and not the Koreans
been able to modernize themselves, to
be a "self-reformed hermit nation?"
What is the difference between the
islanders and the continentals? One
fact is patent. In Japan there is the
samurai — the gentleman-soldier, civil-
ian and war man in one — a character
wholly absent in China or in Korea.
The samurai or shizoku form a large
body of educated men, who for a thou-
sand years have enjoyed culture, and
have had the same body of traditions
and opinions. These men and their
families form a full tenth of the popu-
lation, and through their unifying sen-
timent of loyalty to the Emperor have
been enabled to swing the whole
country out of the rut of Asiatic
conservatism into the path of mod-
ern progress.
In China, between the Emperor and
the people, or rather between the Im-
perial Clan and the body of 6,000,000 >
Manchius who govern nearly 400,000,-
000 Chinese, there is no middle term,,
or large body of intelligent patriots,
but only a few mandarins, who are,
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for the most part steeped in a hoary
system of corruption.
In Korea anything like patriotism in
our sense of the word is unknown. The
feudalism of many warring clans pre-
vents anything like unity. Selfishness,
greed and the instincts of clanship are
as yet too powerful to lift the nation
out of the morass of immorality into
patriotic virtue. Outside of the newT
Korea, as yet scarcely as big as a man's
hand, which is forming under the in-
fluence of Christian teachers, it is dif-
ficult to see where there is any force
for the regeneration of this once her-
mit nation, forced into the world's
market place and still too much dazed
to know exactly what is going on.
Nevertheless a new Korea is form-
ing.
Sisters
By Helen M. Richardson
ONE opened her eyes in the meadow,
Way down 'mid the grasses, tall ;
She heard the chirp of the crickets,
The lilt of the robin's call ;
And trimming her new spring bonnet,
She worked by the glow-worm's light,
And danced to the tinkling music
Of a brooklet, clear and bright.
A delicate hot-house darling
Looked out where the breezes played
At hide-and-seek, in the sunshine,
With this little meadow maid ;
She longed for the daisy's freedom,
And she thought her fair and sweet,
But she did not know they were sisters,
For they called her Marguerite.
Marie Adelaide of Orleans
By Mary Stuart Smith
EVERY one knows the loving
gratitude that has been mani-
fested by all patriotic Amer-
icans to the French in gen-
eral and Lafayette with his comrades
in particular who shared person-
ally in the hardships and glory of our
Revolutionary War. How strange
does it seem, then, that in this connec-
tion the name which heads this sketch
is hardly known to the closest students
of that stormy but never-to-be for-
gotten period of our history.
Although a great-granddaughter of
Louis XIV., wife of a man who, for a
while was heir-apparent to the throne
of France, and one day to become the
mother of the King of the French,
Marie Adelaide, Duchesse de Chartres,
the richest, wittiest and most beautiful
woman of her nation, from the very
beginning, was an ardent sympathizer
with the American colonies in their
struggle for liberty and aided them in-
calculably by most generous contribu-
tions of money and munitions of war,
beside using her great social influence
in their behalf. Her salon was ever
open to the representatives of the
youthful republic, and her purse re-
sponsive to every appeal for its many
imperative needs.
Doubtless one reason why no
acknowledgement was ever made by
the American people of the gratitude
due her was that her benefactions were
dispensed in the most unostentatious
and modest manner.
Inheriting three immense estates at
the early age of eighteen, she had been
wedded to Joseph Louis Philippe,
Due de Chartres, and the warm, ro-
mantic attachment existing between
this young couple, in the early days of
their union, was very different from
the general idea entertained concern-
ing French marriages. This duke is
the only Bourbon who seems to have
been born with a love of liberty for the
people as well as for himself, so that
when in 1786 he became, in the natu-
ral order of succession, Duke of Or-
leans, he dropped his title and hence-
forth desired to be known only as the
Citizen Philippe Egalite.
But the Parisian populace could not
forget that he was of the blood royal,
and ever mistrusted his sincerity, so
that when "the Mountain" obtained
supremacy, his comradeship with re-
publicans of many hues was speedily
forgotten ; he was arrested as a royal-
ist and sent to prison, whence the short
step to the guillotine followed as a
matter of course.
His fate was the more surprising as
his lovely wife, during all those hid-
eous days of famine, blood and strife,
had spent nearly all of her time and a
large share of her income in bestowing
aid wherever needed, irrespective of
class or condition, so that even the
sans culottes looked up to her, as an
angel of mercy, with reverence and
love. What love, though, could quench
the insatiable thirst for blood that ran
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riot in Paris at that time? But this is
to anticipate.
The lively interest in American af-
fairs taken by this high-born couple
had its source in the warm friendship
that subsisted between them and the
naval hero; John Paul Jones, which be-
gan in the heyday of their youth and
prosperity. The Due de Chartres,
young as he was, had been nominated
High Admiral of France, and prepar-
atory to filling this exalted station, had
been sent out upon a cruise of instruc-
tion, as it was called, under the tuition
of his predecessor in the admiralty,
and in the course of this cruise, they
crossed the Atlantic in a splendid new
frigate "La Terpsichore/' and an-
chored in the harbor of Norfolk, Vir-
ginia.
John Paul Jones, who was at that
time, a Virginian landed proprietor,
no sooner heard of the presence of this
vessel at Hampton Roads, and the
quality of its officers, than he waited
upon them, and conveyed to them
large stores of the dainties and delica-
cies for which that region is famed,
and which must have been so grateful
after a long voyage.
But this was in 1775, when already
men of discerning minds like Paul
Jones, foresaw clearly that war with
England was imminent. Hence his
visit to the French frigate was not a
mere idle social call, but a visit fraught
with momentous consequences. The
hospitable, intelligent planter, soon ob-
taining the favor of the ship's com-
manders, was permitted to closely in-
spect the vessel and its armament, tak-
ing its dimensions so exactly that he
was enabled to direct the construction
of a man-of-war modelled precisely
after the Terpsichore ; as soon as Con-
gress decided upon having a navy
built.
In 1778, when, in response to earn-
est pleading, Paul Jones was permitted
to carry the war into European waters,
after his victory over "The Drake/'
when he came, with his prizes, into the
French harbor of Brest, he was most
hospitably received and entertained by
the Due and Duchesse de Chartres in
their cottage-palace by the sea, and
immediately there sprang up between
the lady and hero that remarkable
friendship, of which her eldest son,
Louis Philippe, long afterwards re-
marked, when an exile and guest of
the Morris family in New Jersey:
"In all my checkered life, I have never
known so beautiful a relation between
woman and man as that of my mother and
Paul Jones."
But these royal hosts did not con-
fine themselves to feasting and flatter-
ing the commander of the victorious
"Ranger." The officers and common
sailors shared their attentions, and the
good Duchess supplied them with
sorely needed changes of raiment and
whatever other comforts they lacked,
at her own expense, knowing full well
that the United States Commissioners
were utterly unable to raise the funds
necessary to provide for the require-
ments of these gallant fellows.
Again and again during the war she
did the like, and when Commodore
Jones would demur she would per-
emptorily silence him by exclaiming:
"Commodore, I command you ! This is
not charity; it is not even gratuity. It
is my offering to the great cause of which
you are by far the ablest and bravest cham-
pion on the sea."
Marie Adelaide had a lively imag-
ination, and was in the habit of play-
Paul Jones
fully applying descriptive epithets to
persons whom she particularly ad-
mired. Washington she styled: "His
Uncrowned Majesty," that is to say,
"Sa Majeste Sans Couronne." Jeffer-
son was "The Clever," viz : "Monsieur
Vhabile" and Paul Jones had several
soubriquets, such as "The Untitled
Knight
of the Sea," "The Wrathful
Achilles of the Ocean," and "The
Bayard Afloat."
The princely pair went so far in their
complaisance as to insist that the
young hero take up his abode in the
palace, while he remained at Brest,
which was such a condescension as
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MARIE ADELAIDE OF ORLEANS
court etiquette pronounced perfectly
inadmissible, and much censure was
incurred. Louis Philippe years after-
wards said that he accounted it one of
the greatest privileges of his life to
have had association with Paul Jones,
when a boy, under the auspices of his
gracious mother.
It was this friendship which pro-
cured for the Scottish-American hero
of low birth, but lofty soul, introduc-
tion to the most select society of Paris,
and never had the Duchess to blush for
her protege. He not only sustained
himself, but was considered to add
eclat to every assembly that he at-
tended. The King Louis XVI. him-
self conversed with him freely as friend
with friend, and in the end ennobled
him and bestowed favors upon him
never before accorded to a foreigner
and a plebeian.
Full as was Marie Adelaide of ex-
alted patriotism, she was especially de-
voted to the memory of her grand-
father, the Count of Toulouse, High
Admiral of France, who had achieved
the feat, so rarely accomplished by a
French naval officer, of wresting a vic-
tory from the English. At the great
battle of Malaga, in 1704, he had done
more than any other officer to win the
day. And yet, like all other great war-
riors he had his critics, and, at a din-
ner given by the Duke and Duchess at
Brest, where Paul Jones was one of the
guests, conversation fell upon the con-
duct of that famous seafight, and a
leading courtier presumed to animad-
vert upon the admiral's orders. Here-
upon Jones responded so spiritedly and
took the part of the Count de Toulouse
so ably, that his critic was confounded,
the Duchess charmed, and all at table
wonderstruck bv the knowledge of his-
tory and naval warfare displayed by
one who had, comparatively speaking,
had so little opportunity of storing up
such an amount of practical informa-
tion. Calling to a trusted servant,
while the dinner was still going on, the
Duchess had brought to her a fine
watch of unique workmanship that had
belonged to the Commodore, and
begged him to keep it as a memento of
that gallant ancestor of her's whom he
had so eloquently defended.
No one could have been more
amazed than was Jones, at receiving
such unlooked for recognition of his
honest tribute to real merit, yet he
mastered his embarrassment, and ac-
cepted the priceless gift as gracefully
as it had been tendered. After thank-
ing the lady reverentially, he said :
"May it please your Royal Highness,
if fortune should favor me at sea, I
shall some day lay an English frigate
at your feet."
To the tactful persuasions of Marie
Adelaide alone did Louis XVI. yield
when he made a present to the United
States of the frigate "Le Bon Homme
Richard," which, old and crazy as it
was, enabled John Paul Jones to win
the most memorable sea-fight of mod-
ern times, at once raising the govern-
ment under which he fought to the
rank of a maritime power.
Ordinarily calm and undemonstra-
tive, when the news of this glorious
victory reached Paris, the Duchesse de
Chartres was rapturous in her joy,
causing her palace to be illuminated
and assembling a large company to do
honor to the occasion. Well might she
rejoice in the fruit of her own modest
but effective intercessions !
In April, 1780, Paul Jones chanced
to visit Paris on business, and was
MARIE ADELAIDE OF ORLEANS
475
.again handsomely entertained by his
.steadfast friends, the Due and Duch-
-esse de Chartres. In her journal, the
lady herself records what happened at
supper. When a suitable pause be-
tween the courses allowed the oppor-
tunity, Chevalier Paul Jones asked her
Royal Highness if she deigned to re-
member his promise, made two years
before, that he would lay a frigate at
her feet. She bowed assent. Then
Jones sent an attendant to bring from
his apartment in the palace a leather
case. When the messenger returned,
Jones took from the case a sword and
•said :
"Your Royal Highness perceives the im-
possibility of keeping my promise in kind.
The English frigate proved to be a forty-
four on two decks, and she is now at
TOrient, with French colors flying. The
"best I can do towards keeping my word ot
two years ago is to place in your dainty
hands the sword of the brave officer who
commanded the English forty-four. I have
the honor to surrender to the loveliest ot
women the sword surrendered to me by
one of the bravest of men — the sword of
Captain, the Honorable Richard Pearson of
His Britannic Majesty's late ship the Ser-
:apis."
Elsewhere in her journal the Duch-
ess says :
"Although the company at table was
most distinguished, Commodore Jones,
fresh from his marvelous victories, was
easily the centre of attraction to all.
"I said to him that all the world had read
the account of his exploits, and the more
we read the more we marvelled. And I
asked him what thought, what impulse, what
inspiration could have sustained him to
persevere when his ship was on fire and
sinking under his feet, and his men almost
all in the throes of death about him. To
this he replied with a profound bow and the
greatest solemnity : 'May it please your
IRoyal Highness, I could not be the first to
strike the flag that I had been first to ex-
hibit in Europe ; and besides, surrender
must have postponed the rapture of greeting
you again !' Then I could only reply as I
did : 'Ah, my dear Commodore, not Che-
valier Bayard nor Charles the Bold himself
could have laid his helmet at a lady's feet
with such knightly grace.' "
But the time of feasting and play-
ful dalliance was soon to be over for
Marie Adelaide.
Although during the Reign of Ter-
ror she was the only one of the royal
family allowed to remain in France,
how could her generous soul enjoy an
exemption in which no dear one had
a share. After the execution of her
husband and the exile of her sons, even
Paris had no attraction for her, and she
took refuge in Spain, where she re-
sided until 1 814, when the era of the
Restoration lured her back to her be-
loved country. Napoleon also honored
himself by extending more than one
invitation that she should return to
Paris, thus acknowledging her as a
public benefactress. Moreover, during
Napoleon's hundred days' reign after
his return from banishment to Elba,
he had settled upon the widowed
Duchesse d'Orleans an annuity of
200,000 francs, at the instance of the
ever generous Hortense, Queen of
Holland.
From 1 8 14 to 1821, when Marie
Adelaide died from the effects of a sad
accident, her home was in Paris, but
we cannot imagine her life to have
been otherwise than dark, so fraught
was every scene with painful memo-
ries. If even goodness cannot bring
happiness, at least her existence must
have been filled with the calm peaceful-
ness that results from a quiet con-
science.
An Early Coronation Sermon
By George H. Davenport
ON the 9th of August, 1727, the
first Sunday after the pro-
claiming of George II. King
of England, the Reverend
Benjamin Colman, minister of the
Brattle Street Church in Boston,
preached a powerful and interesting
sermon from the text I Chron. XII. 18.
Its subject was "Fidelity to the Prot-
estant Succession in the Illustrious
House of Hanover." At the request
of his parishioners it was printed, and
the pamphlet bears this inscription :
"Boston in New England"
"Printed by T. Fleet for T. Hancock,
at the Bible and Three Crowns
Near the Town Dock.
1727."
In 1689 William succeeded to the
throne of England, and in 1701 gave
his consent to an act of settlement
which secured the succession of the
crown to the House of Hanover, to
the exclusion of all Roman Catholic
claimants. On March 8th, 1702, Will-
iam was thrown from his horse and
killed, and Queen Anne came to the
throne. In 1708 a purely whig minis-
try was formed, and in 1714, on the
death of Anne, the whigs proclaimed
the Elector of Hanover king, as George
I. In 1727 George I. died and George
II. came to the throne.
The New England colony of
faithful subjects was interested in all
that pertained to Old England, and es-
476
pecially, of course, to who was to be
their king and ruler ; and their clergy-
men kept in touch with the religious
and civil life across the sea, as is every-
where evident in the records and writ-
ings of the time.
The introduction to this special ser-
mon is so quaintly and seriously
written, and sets forth so forcibly the
feelings for the Mother Country prev-
alent in the New England colonies, that
it is worth giving it in full.
To The
"Loyal Protestant Reader."
"If I had not been persuaded that the
Text and this short Discourse upon it here
presented to thee, breathes the heart and soul
of the Churches in New England, both Pas-
tors and People, I should not have brought
the one into the pulpit on the present occa-
sion, nor have permitted the other to go
into the press at the desire of those who
heard it. But as I am conscious of no mo-
tive in the choice of the Subject, but I
trust a sincere and fervent zeal for the Re-
ligion of Christ and the Protestant Suc-
cession in the Royal Family ; so I am con-
fident that the Gentlemen who have asked
this copy of what they heard, did it on no
other motive. And if it may in any measure
help to confirm and increase a dutiful and
loyal affection to Christ, his truths and spir-
itual worship ; and to our rightful King
as the Defender of them ; I shall not re-
pent the making so minute an offering at
the Temple on so great an Occasion."
"The name of the great King William
was ever dear to these his loyal New Eng-
lish Colonies, and that beyond expression ;
but there is no one thing by which his Im-
mortal Memory is more endeared to us,
than the wise and just provision by Him
made for the Succession of the Crown in
the Protestant Line."
"When we saw it take place in a manner
so peaceful, after so much reason to fear
the contrary, our mouths were filled with
laughter and our tongues with singing. Our
Churches rang with the high praises of God,
and with continued prayers for the Life of
the King and of his Son. We trusted in
God that he was building a Sure House
for the Protestant cause, and speaking of
it for a great while to come in the Person
of His Royal Highness and his numerous
illustrious offspring ; as the Lord gave to
David a lamp in Jerusalem, to set up his
Son after him and to establish his people."
"But we were soon struck with horror
and just detestation at the hellish plots and
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rebellions, formed by the restless party in
the Nation, whom no oaths could bind, nor
clemency conquer, nor the rebukes of a
righteous Providence deter: Nor were we
from time to time less affected with a sin-
cere and dutiful joy, to show how God
brought their wicked devices to light, and
covered the abetters of them with infamy;
while at the same time the fame of the
felicity of the Nation under the King's wise
administration reached us, and of the vast
influence of his Majesty's Counsels and
power upon the grand affairs of Europe."
"When some of the Clergy, doubly sworn
to the King and the Faith he defended, ap-
peared to head the vile attempts to disturb
a Protestant Reign, we readily took the oc-
casion given us to declare our astonishment
at the abhorrence of the perfidy and im-
piety. For what were those Englishmen
and Protestants, falsely so called, plotting to
introduce, but the two transcendent plagues
of popery and slavery upon the Nations?
With amazement and disdain, the protestant
Dissenters beheld the villainy, and cried to
the God of Heaven against the men, his
enemies more than ours. The meanwhile-
it was their humble trust in the mercy of
God, that while his Majesty was asserting-
the rights of conscience, and restoring to-
God his Throne in the soul of man, God
would not fail to defend his Servant on the
British Throne. God answered the faith
and prayer of his people, and returned the-
wickedness of the King's enemies on their
own head."
"This was the language of the Addresses
from the Ministers of the Province at their
annual conventions ; and I have presumed
to transcribe a paragraph or two of them,
for an abiding testimony of their fervent
loyalty to Christ and the Protestant Royal
Family."
"Thanks be to Gcu the Protestant Suc-
cession lives in his present Majesty, King-
George II; and accordingly the tide of joy
has run as high among us in the happy-
Succession of the Son, as it did on the
Accession of the great King his Father."
"May the Clemencies of his Majesty's-
Government extend always to these Ameri-
can Churches, which know not of one single
person in their Communion that is not loy-
ally affected to Him and to his House. May
he shine long at the head of the Protestant
interest, its powerful Friend and Protector ;.
and reign always in the hearts of his protes-
tant subjects, being ever to them as the light
of the morning, and as the breath of their
nostrils. Benjamin Colman.
Boston, N. E., August 16, 1727."
Then follows the sermon, in which
he sets forth the truth that "Our faith-
ful zeal for and adherence to the Pro-
testant Succession in the House of
Hanover is our Fidelity to Christ and
His Holy Religion."
The Rev. Benjamin Colman was-
quite a remarkable man. Born in
Boston October 19, 1673, he entered
Harvard College in 1688, and under
the Presidency of Dr. Increase Mather,
received in 1692 his A. B., and in 1695
his A. M. Three weeks thereafter he
sailed for England, then in the heat of
the Kiner William war with the French
The Brattle Street Church
From Drake's "Old Landmarks and Historic Personages of Boston," published by Little, Brown & Co.
King. At the end of seven weeks of
storm and trial, a French Privateer
sighted them, gave chase, and captured
them, and he was carried to France,
subsequently released, and after many
trials reached England.
In July, 1699, tne Brattle Street
Church in Boston sent for him to be-
come their minister ; this call was
signed by Thomas Brattle, Benjamin
Davis, Thomas Cooper, John Leverett,
and others. He accepted the call, and
sailed for home August 20th, 1699, ar-
riving in Boston November 1st. On
the 24th of December of that year the
newly built Brattle Street Church
was opened to public worship, Mr. Col-
man choosing for his text II. Chron.
VI. 8.
For forty-eight years he ministered
to this people. On November 18,
1724, upon the decease of Hon. John
Leverett, President, he was chosen by
the corporation of Harvard College, his
successor, but declined the honor, sub-
mitting to the desire of his church and
people, that he remain ; but for many
years, however, he was a fellow of the
corporation and an overseer until his
death. In November, 1731, the Uni-
versity of Glasgow conferred on him
the degree of Doctor of Divinity. He
died in Boston, August 29, 1747, in his
seventy-fourth year, honored and be-
loved by all New England.
The Brattle Street Church, over
which he ministered for almost half a
century, was built in 1699, of wood,
and was called the Manifesto Church
being the first to adopt the rule that the
choice of the minister should not be
confined to communicants, but enjoyed
by everyone who belonged to the so-
cietv. This edifice was in use for sev-
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AN EARLY CORONATION SERMON
enty-three years. In 1773 the new
brick church was consecrated, and was
occupied by the congregation until its
demolition in 1872. To the building
of this new church in 1773, Governor
Hancock donated one thousand
pounds, and gave the bell on which
was inscribed, — "I to the church the
living call, and to the grave I summon
all."
On March 16, 1775, a twenty- four
pound shot, from our guns at Cam-
bridge, struck the tower. This can-
non ball was picked up, and 1824 was
imbedded in the masonry, where it re-
mained until the work of tearing down
began in 1872.
An array of clerical talent unsur-
passed in any Boston pulpit stands as
the record of this church.
Benjamin Colman, 1699 to 1747.
William Cooper, 1716 to 1743.
Samuel Cooper, 1746 to 1783.
Peter Thatcher, 1785 to 1802.
J. S. Buckminster, 1805 to 1812.
Edward Everett, 1814 to 1815.
John G. Palfrey, 1818 to 1830.
S. K. Lothrop, 1834 to 1876.
One hundred and seventy-five years
have passed since Benjamin Colman
said to his congregation in the Brattle
Street Church, "The name of the great
King William was ever dear to this his
loyal New English Colonies, and that
beyond expression." Another King is
to be proclaimed on June 26th of this
year, and what the good minister was
thankful for, — the Protestant Succes-
sion— has been maintained in England
up to this time. But the English Col-
ony is no more. A great Nation has
arisen, and if Benjamin Colman should
come forth from his tomb in Kings
Chapel burying ground, and revisit the
scenes of his ministry, instead of the
thirteen churches within its borders, he
would now find two hundred and
eighty-nine of every sect and name un-
der the sun ; instead of a city contain-
ing 17,500 inhabitants, he would find a
city of 560,892. He would be able to
find the Common, and many of the old
streets and lanes, the Old State House,
the Old Corner Book Store, and Fan-
euil Hall, but of the churches, only five
remain on the same sites and substan-
tially as he left them when he died in
1747:— The Old South, West Church,
Kings Chapel, Christ Church, and the
New North Church. But, of these,
only the last three are used for serv-
ices at the present time.
With the Protestant Succession still
maintained in a large proportion of
these Boston churches, and in the great
country at large, Mr. Colman could re-
turn again to his quiet resting place
under the Kings Chapel trees for an-
other one hundred and seventy-five
years, in peace and contentment.
The Professor's Commencement
By Willa Sibert Cather
THE professor sat at his li-
brary table at six o'clock in
the morning. He had risen
with the sun, which is up
betimes in June. An uncut volume of
"Huxley's Life and Letters" lay open
on the table before him, but he tapped
the pages absently with his paper-knife
and his eyes were fixed unseeingly on
the St. Gaudens medallion of Steven-
son on the opposite wall. The pro-
fessor's library testified to the superior
quality of his taste in art as well as to
his wide and varied scholarship. Only
by a miracle of taste could so unpre-
tentious a room have been made so at-
tractive ; it was as dainty as a boudoir
and as original in color scheme as a
painter's studio. The walls were hung
with photographs of the works of the
best modern painters, — Burne-Jones,
Rossetti, Corot, and a dozen others.
Above the mantel were delicate repro-
ductions in color of some of Fra An-
gelica's most beautiful paintings. The
rugs were exquisite in pattern and
color, pieces of weaving that the Pro-
fessor had picked up himself in his
wanderings in the Orient. On close
inspection, however, the contents of
the book-shelves formed the most re-
markable feature of the library. The
shelves were almost equally appor-
tioned to the accommodation of works
on literature and science, suggesting
a form of bigamy rarely encountered
in society. The collection of works
of pure literature was wide enough to
include nearly all the major languages
of modern Europe, besides the Greek
and Roman classics.
To an interpretive observer nearly
everything that was to be found in the
Professor's library was represented in
his personality. Occasionally, when
he read Hawthorne's "Great Stone
Face" with his classes, some clear
sighted student wondered whether the
man ever realized how completely he
illustrated the allegory in himself.
The Professor was truly a part of all
that he had met, and he had managed
to meet most of the good things that
the mind of man had desired. In his
face there was much of the laborious
precision of the scientist and not a
little of Fra Angelico and of the lyric
poets whose influence had prolonged
his youth well into the fifties. His
pupils always remembered the Pro-
fessor's face long after they had for-
gotten the things he had endeavored
to teach them. He had the bold,
prominent nose and chin of the oldest
and most beloved of American actors,
and the high, broad forehead which
Nature loves to build about her finely
adjusted minds. The grave, large
outlines of his face were softened by
an infinite kindness of mouth and eye.
His mouth, indeed, was as sensitive
and mobile as that of a young man,
and, given certain passages from
"Tristram and Isolde" or certain lines
from Heine, his eyes would flash out
at you like wet corn-flowers after a
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spring shower. His hair was very
thick, straight, and silver white. This,
with his clear skin, gave him a some-
what actor-like appearance. He was
slight of build and exceedingly frail,
with delicate, sensitive hands curving
back at the finger ends, with dark pur-
ple veins showing prominently on the
back. They were exceedingly small,
white as a girl's, and well kept as a
pianist's.
As the Professor sat caressing his
Huxley, a lady entered.
"It is half past six, Emerson, and
breakfast will be served at seven."
Anyone would have recognized her as
the Professor's older sister, for she
was a sort of simplified and expur-
gated edition of himself, the more
alert and masculine character of the
two, and the scholar's protecting
angel. She wore a white lace cap
on her head and a knitted shawl about
her shoulders. Though she had been
a widow for twenty- five years and
more, she was always called Miss
Agatha Graves. She scanned her
brother critically and having satisfied
herself that his linen was immacu-
late and his white tie a fresh one, she
remarked, "You were up early this
morning, even for you."
"The roses never have the fragrance
that they have in the first sun, they
give out their best then," said her
brother nodding toward the window
where the garden roses thrust their
pink heads close to the screen as
though they would not be kept out-
side. "And I have something on my
mind, Agatha," he continued, nerv-
ously fingering the sandalwood paper-
cutter, "I feel distraught and weary.
You know how I shrink from changes
of any sort, and this — why this is the
most alarming thing that has ever con-
fronted me. It is absolutely cutting
my life off at the stalk, and who knows
whether it will bud again ?"
Miss Agatha turned sharply about
from the window where she had been
standing, and gravely studied her
brother's drooping shoulders and de-
jected figure.
"There you go at your old tricks,
Em," she remonstrated. "I have
heard many kinds of ability attributed
to you, but to my mind no one has ever
put his finger on the right spot. Your
real gift is for getting all the possible
pain out of life, and extracting need-
less annoyance from commonplace and
trivial things. Here you have buried
yourself for the best part of your life
in that High School, for motives
Quixotic to an absurdity. If you had
chosen a University I should not com-
plain, but in that place all your best
tools have rusted. Granted that you
have done your work a little better
than the people about you, it's no great
place in which to excel, — a city high
school where failures in every trade
drift to teach the business they cannot
make a living by. Now it is time that
you do something to justify the faith
your friends have always had in you.
You owe something to them and to
your own name."
"I have builded myself a monument
more lasting than brass," quoted the
Professor softly, balancing the tips of
his slender fingers together.
"Nonsense, Emerson!" said Miss
Agatha impatiently. "You are a sen-
timentalist and your vanity is that of a
child. As for those slovenly persons
with offensive manners whom you call
your colleagues, do you fancy they ap-
preciate you ? They are as envious as
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483
green gourds and their mouths pucker
when they pay you compliments. I
hope you are not so unsophisticated as
to believe all the sentimental twaddle
of your old students. When they
want recommendations to some school
board, or run for a city office and want
vour vote, they come here and say that
you have been the inspiration of their
lives, and I believe in my heart that
you are goose enough to accept it all."
"As for my confreres," said the Pro-
fessor smiling, "I have no doubt that
each one receives in the bosom of his
family exactly the same advice that
you are giving me. If there dwell
an appreciated man on earth I have
never met him. As for the students,
I believe I have, to some at least, in a
measure supplied a vital element that
their environment failed to give them.
Whether they realize this or not is of
slight importance ; it is in the very na-
ture of youth to forget its sources,
physical and mental alike. If one la-
bors at all in the garden of youth, it
must be free from the passion of see-
ing things grow, from an innate love
of watching the strange processes of
the brain under varying influences and
limitations. He gets no more thanks
than the novelist gets from the charac-
ter he creates, nor does he deserve
them. He has the whole human com-
edy before him in embryo, the begin-
ning of all passions and all achieve-
ments. As I have often told yon, this
city is a disputed strategic point. It
controls a vast manufacturing region
given over to sordid and materialistic
ideals. Any work that has been done
here for aesthetics cannot be lost. I
suppose we shall win in the end, but
the reign of Mammon has been long
and oppressive, You remember when
I was a boy working in the fields how
we used to read Bunyan's "Holy War"
at night? Well, I have always felt
very much as though I were keeping
the Ear Gate of the town of Mansoul,
and I know not whether the Captains,
who succeed me be trusty or no."
Miss Agatha was visibly moved, but
she shook her head. "Well, I wish
you had gone into the church, Emer-
son. I respect your motives, but there
are more tares than wheat in your crop,
I suspect."
"My dear girl," said the Professor,
his eye brightening, "that is the very
reason for the sowing. There is a
picture by Vedder of the Enemy Sow-
ing Tares at the foot of the cross, and
his seeds are golden coins. That is
the call to arms ; the other side never
sleeps ; in the theatres, in the newspa-
pers, in the mills and offices and coal
fields, by day and by night the enemy
sows tares."
As the Professor slowly climbed the
hill to the High School that morning,
he indulged in his favorite fancy, that
the old grey stone building was a fort-
ress set upon the dominant acclivity of
that great manufacturing city, a
stronghold of knowledge in the heart
of Mammon's kingdom, a Pharos to all
those drifting, storm-driven lives in the
valley below, where mills and factories
thronged, blackening the winding
shores of the river, which was dotted
with coal barges and frantic, puffing
little tugs. The High School com-
manded the heart of the city, which
was like that of any other manufactur-
ing town — a scene of bleakness and
naked ugliness and of that remorseless
desolation which follows upon the
fiercest lust of man. The beautiful
valley, where long ago two limpid
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rivers met at the foot of wooded
heights, had become a scorched and
blackened waste. The river banks
were lined with bellowing mills which
broke the silence of the night with
periodic crashes of sound, filled the
valley with heavy carboniferous smoke,
and sent the chilled products of their
red forges to all parts of the known
world, — to fashion railways in Siberia,
bridges in Australia, and to tear the
virgin soil of Africa. To the west,
across the river, rose the steep bluffs,
faintly etched through the brown
smoke, rising five hundred feet, almost
as sheer as a precipice, traversed by
cranes and inclines and checkered by
winding yellow paths like sheep trails
which lead to the wretched habitations
clinging to the face of the cliff, the
lairs of the vicious and the poor, miser-
able rodents of civilization. In the
middle of the stream, among the tugs
and barges, were the dredging boats,
hoisting muck and filth from the
clogged channel. It was difficult to
believe that this was the shining river
which tumbles down the steep hills of
the lumbering district, odorous of wet
spruce logs and echoing the ring of
axes and the song of the raftsmen,
come to this black ugliness at last, with
not one throb of its woodland passion
and bright vehemence left.
For thirty years the Professor's
class-room had overlooked this scene
which caused him unceasing admira-
tion and regret. For thirty years he
had cried out against the image set up
there as the Hebrew prophets cried
out against the pride and blind
prosperity of Tyre. Nominally he
• was a professor of English Litera-
ture, but his real work had been to try
to secure for youth the rights of youth ;
the right to be generous, to dream, to
enjoy; to feel a little the seduction of
the old Romance, and to yield a little.
His students were boys and girls from
the factories and offices, destined to re-
turn thither, and hypnotized by the
glitter of yellow metal. They were
practical, provident, unimaginative,
and mercenary at sixteen. Often, when
some lad was reading aloud in the
class-room, the puffing of the engines
in the switch yard at the foot of the
hill would drown the verse and the
young voice entirely, and the Professor
would murmur sadly to himself : "Not
even this respite is left to us ; even here
the voice of youth is drowned by the
voice of the taskmaster that waits for
them all impatiently enough."
Never had his duty seemedto call him
so urgently as on this morning when
he was to lay down his arms. As he
entered the building he met the boys
carrying palms up into the chapel for
class-day exercises, and it occurred to
him for the first time that this was his
last commencement, a commencement
without congratulations and without
flowers. When he went into the chapel
to drill the seniors on their commence-
ment orations, he was unable to fix his
mind upon his work. For thirty years
he had heard youth say exactly the
same thing in the same place; had
heard young men swear fealty to the
truth, pay honor to the pursuit of noble
pleasures, and pledge themselves "to
follow knowledge like a sinking star
beyond the utmost bound of human
thought." How many, he asked him-
self, had kept their vows? He could
remember the occasion of his own com-
mencement in that same chapel; the
story that every senior class still told
the juniors, of the Professor's humilia-
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483
tion and disgrace when, in attempting
to recite "Horatius at the Bridge," he
had been unable to recall one word of
the poem following
"Then out spake bold Horatius
The Captain of the gate;"
and after some moments of agonizing
silence he had shame-facedly left the
platform. Even the least receptive of
the Professor's students realized that he
had risen to a much higher plane of
scholarship than any of his colleagues,
and they delighted to tell this story of
the frail, exquisite, little man whom
generations of students had called ''the
bold Horatius."
All the morning the Professor was
busy putting his desk and bookcases in
order, impeded by the painful con-
sciousness that he was doing it for the
last time. He made many trips to the
window and often lapsed into periods
of idleness. The room had been con-
nected in one way and another with
most of his intellectual passions, and
was as full of sentimental asso-
ciations for him as the haunts
of his courtship days are to a
lover. At two o'clock he met
his last class, which was just finishing
"Sohrab and Rustum," and he was
forced to ask one of the boys to read
and interpret the majestic closing lines
on the "shorn and parceled oxus."
What the boy's comment was the Pro-
fessor never knew, he felt so close a
kinship to that wearied river that he
sat stupefied, with his hand shading his
eyes and his fingers twitching. When
the bell rang announcing the end of
the hour ; he felt a sudden pain clutch
his heart; he had a vague hope that
the students would gather around his
desk to discuss some point that youth
loves to discuss, as they often did, but
their work was over and they hurried
out, eager for their freedom, while the
professor sat helplessly watching them.
That evening a banquet was given
to the retiring professor in the chapel,
but Miss Agatha had to exert all her
native power of command to induce
him to go. He had come home so
melancholy and unnerved that after
laying out his dress clothes she literally
had to put them on him. When he
was in his shirt sleeves and Miss
Agatha had carefully brushed his beau-
tiful white hair and arranged his tie,
she wheeled him sharply about and re-
treated to a chair.
"Now Emerson, say your piece," she
commanded.
Plucking up his shirt sleeves and
making sure of his cuffs, the Professor
began valiantly:
"Lars Porsena of Clusium
By the nine gods he swore"
It was all Miss Agatha's idea. After
the invitations to the banquet were out
and she discovered that half-a-dozen of
the Professor's own classmates and
many of his old students were to be
present, she divined that it would be a
tearful and depressing occasion. Em-
erson, she knew, was an indifferent
speaker when his heart was touched, so
she had decided that after a silence of
thirty-five years Horatius should be
heard from. The idea of correcting
his youthful failure in his old age had
rather pleased the Professor on the
whole, and he had set to work to mem-
orize Lord Macaulay's lay, rehearsing
in private to Miss Agatha, who had
drilled him for that fatal exploit of his
commencement night.
After this dress rehearsal the Pro-
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fessor's spirits rose, and during the car-
riage ride he even made several feeble
efforts to joke with his sister. But
later in the evening when he sat down
at the end of the long table in the dusky
chapel, green with palms for com-
mencement week, he fell into deep de-
pression. The guests chattered and
boasted and gossiped, but the guest of
honor sat silent, staring at the candles.
Beside him sat old Fairbrother, of the
Greek department, who had come into
the faculty in the fifth year of Graves's
professorship, and had married a
pretty senior girl who had rejected
Graves's timid suit. She had been dead
this many a year; since his bereave-
ment lonely old Fairbrother had clung
to Graves, and now the Professor felt
a singular sense of support in his pres-
ence.
The Professor tried to tell himself
that now his holiday time had come,
and that he had earned it ; that now he
could take up the work he had looked
forward to and prepared for for years,
his History of Modern Painting, the
Italian section of which was already
practically complete. But his heart
told him that he had no longer the
strength to take up independent work.
Now that the current of young life had
cut away from him and into a new
channel, he felt like a ruin of some ex-
tinct civilization, like a harbor from
which the sea has receded. He real-
ized that he had been living by external
stimulation from the warm young
blood about him, and now that it had
left him, all his decrepitude was hor-
ribly exposed. All those hundreds of
thirsty young lives had drunk him dry.
He compared himself to one of those
granite colossi of antique lands, from
which each traveller has chipped a bit
of stone until only a mutilated torso is
left.
He looked reflectively down the long
table, picking out the faces of his
colleagues here and there, souls that
had toiled and wrought and thought
with him, that simple, unworldly sect
of people he loved. They were still
discussing the difficulties of the third
conjugation, as they had done there for
twenty years. They were cases of ar-
rested development, most of them. Al-
ways in contact with immature minds,
they had kept the simplicity and many
of the callow enthusiasms of youth.
Those facts and formulae which inter-
est the rest of the world for but a few
years at most, were still the vital facts
of life for them. They believed quite
sincerely in the supreme importance of
quadratic equations, and the rule for
the special verbs that govern the dative
was a part of their decalogue. And
he himself — what had he done with the
youth, the strength, the enthusiasm and
splendid equipment he had brought
there from Harvard thirty years ago?
He had come to stay but a little while
— five years at the most, until he could
save money enough to defray the ex-
pense of a course in some German uni-
versity. But then the battle had
claimed him ; the desire had come upon
him to bring some message of repose
and peace to the youth of this work-
driven, joyless people, to cry the name
of beauty so loud that the roar of the
mills could not drown it. Then the
reward of his first labors had come in
the person of his one and only genius ;
his restless, incorrigible pupil with the
gentle eyes and manner of a girl, at
once timid and utterly reckless, who
had seen even as Graves saw ; who had
suffered a little, sung a little, struck the
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487
true lyric note, and died wretchedly at
three-and-twenty in his master's arms,
the victim of a tragedy as old as the
world and as grim as Samson, the
Israelite's.
He looked about at his comrades and
wondered what they had done with
their lives. Doubtless they had deceived
themselves as he had done. With
youth always about them, they had be-
lieved themselves of it. Like the monk
in the legend they had wandered a
little way into the wood to hear the
bird's song — the magical song of youth
so engrossing and so treacherous, and
they had come back to their cloister
to find themselves old men — spent
warriors who could only chatter
on the wall, like grass-hoppers and
sigh at the beauty of Helen as
she passed.
The toasts were nearly over, but the
Professor had heard none of the ap-
preciative and enthusiastic things that
his students and colleagues had said
of him. He read a deeper meaning
into this parting than they had done
and his thoughts stopped his ears. He
heard Miss Agatha clear her throat
and caught her meaning glance. Real-
izing that everyone was waiting for
him, he, blinked his eyes like a man
heavy with sleep and arose.
"How handsome he looks," mur-
mured the woman looking at his fine
old face and silver hair. The Profes-
sor's remarks were as vague as they
were brief. After expressing his
thanks for the honor done him, he
stated that he had still some work to
finish among them, which had been
too long incomplete. Then with as
much of his school-boy attitude as he
could remember, and a smile on his
gentle lips, he began his
"Lars Porsena of Clusium, by the Nine
Gods he swore
That the proud house of Tarquin should
suffer wrong no more."
A murmur of laughter ran up and
down the long table, and Dr. Maitland,
the great theeologian, who had vainly
tried to prompt his stage-struck fellow
graduate thirty-five years ago, laughed
until his nose glasses fell off and dan-
gled across his black waistcoat. Miss
Agatha was highly elated over the suc-
cess of her idea, but the Professor had
no heart in what he was doing, and
the merriment rather hurt him. Surely
this was a time for silence and reflec-
tion, if ever such time was. Memor-
ies crowded upon him faster than the
lines he spoke, and the warm eyes
turned upon him, full of pride and af-
fection for their scholar and their
"great man," moved him almost be-
yond endurance.
" the Consul's brow was sad
And the Consul's speech was low,"
he read, and suited the action marvel-
lously to the word. His eyes wan-
dered to the chapel rostrum. Thirty-
five years ago he had stood there re-
peating those same lines, a young man,
resolute and gifted, with the strength
of Ulysses and the courage of Hector,
with the kingdoms of the earth and
the treasures of the ages at his feet,
and the singing rose in his heart; a
spasm of emotion contracted the old
man's vocal cords.
"Outspake the bold Horatius,
The Captain of the gate."
he faltered; his white hand ner-
vously sought his collar, then the hook
on his breast where his glasses usually
hung, and at last tremulously for his
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handkerchief; then with a gesture of
utter defeat, the Professor sat down.
There was a tearful silence; white
handkerchiefs fluttered down the table
as from a magician's wand, and Miss
Agatha was sobbing. Dr. Maitland
arose to his feet, his face distorted be-
tween laughter and tears. "I ask you
all," he cried, "whether Horatius has
any need to speak, for has he not kept
the bridge these thirty years? God
bless him!"
"It's all right, so don't worry about
it, Emerson," said Miss Agatha as
they got into the carriage. "At least
they were appreciative, which is more
than I would have believed."
"Ah, Agatha," said the Professor,
wiping his face wearily with his
crumpled handkerchief, "I am a hope-
less dunce, and you ought to have
known better. If you could make
nothing of me at twenty, you showed
poor judgment to undertake it at fifty-
five. I was not made to shine, for
they put a woman's heart in me."
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Gen. Washington to Gen. Greene
Mount Vernon, 16th Novem'r, 1781.
Dear Sir,
I wrote you so fully and freely by Lieut. Colo. Lee, who left me about the 29th ulto. that I
have at this Time but little else to say, than to acknowledge the Receipt of your Letter of the 25th ulto.
which came to hand two Days ago, and by which I am surprized to find that you have received nothing
from me later than the 28th of Septem'r.
Since my last, the American Troops destined to the Northward, except the 2d N. York Reg't, who
march with the prisoners by Land, have all embarked, with their stores, & are I fancy by this Time arrived
at the head of Elk — Those under the Command of Maj'r Gen'l St. Clair, who are ordered to join your
army, began their march on the 5th and I hope are well advanced. — The French fleet left the Bay, as I
am informed, about the 6th or 7th — and from the last accounts I have been able to obtain of the British,
who were last seen stand'g Southerly on the N. Carolina coast, there is but a possible Chance of the two
fleets meeting. — L'd Cornwallis, with the British Officers going to N. York & Europe, fell down the River
York on the 4th. The Prisoners who are to remain in the Country are all marched to Winchester & Fort
Frederick, except such sick as remain too bad to remove — of these there are still a considerable Number. — ■
I am thus far myself on my Way to the Northward — I shall remain but a few Days here, & shall pro-
ceed to Philadelphia, where I shall attempt to stimulate Congress to the best Improvement of our late Suc-
cess, by tak'g the most vigorous & effectual Measures, to be ready for an early & decisive Campaign the
next Year. — My greatest Fear is, that Congress viewing this stroke in too important a point of Light, may
think our Work too nearly closed, & will fall into a State of Languor & Relaxation — to prevent this Error,
I shall employ every Means in my Power — and if unhappily we sink into that fatal mistake, no part of the
Blame shall be mine —
Whatever may be the Winter politics of European Courts, it is clearly my opinion, that our Grand
Object, is to be prepared in every point for War — not that we wish its Continuance, but that we may be in
the best Situation to meet every Event. —
I am anxious to know whether the British fleet drops a Reinforcement at Charlestown — before this
arrives, you will be informed from my last that a chain of Expresses will be established from Philadelphia
to So. Carolina, by which means I hope to hand a more frequent Communication of Intelligence than has
hitherto been experienced with your Army.
With very great Regard & Esteem,
I am,
Dear Sir,
Your most obedient and
most humble Servant,
G. Washington.
Hon. Major Genl. Greene. | \
^3
The Don Who Loved a Donna
By Will M. Clemens
THIS is the Story of a Brave
Man, who some years ago
was known to the hundred
or more persons composing
the population of San Juan, a mining
camp in Arizona. He was a Mexican,
this brave man, named Don Juan
Cubebico, and he was without question
the ugliest "greaser" who ever stole a
horse or ate a tamale. He was short
and thin, blackhaired and pockmarked,
garlic scented and tobacco-stained,
and in the making of his pure white
soul bleaching powder must have been
freely used.
The Don claimed to be of Spanish
blood, but my instinct taught me to
trace his lineage through an Apache on
his mother's side and a horse thief at
the fraternal end of his genealogy. He
once boldly declared before a well-
filled bar room that he was heir to the
Spanish throne, and it is easily re-
membered how, for a brief moment, he
was in danger of falling heir to a rope
dangling from the limb of a cotton-
wood tree. That brief moment and
the noble bearing of the Don saved his
funeral expenses.
His noble bearing was the secret of
his bravery; he related stories of how
he had slaughtered Gringos in the ear-
ly days and accompanied his recital by
whetting his hunting knife on a pair of
boots that he had stolen from the camp
at Red Creek three years before. When
he could borrow tobacco, he would
nimbly roll it in corn-husks and smoke
494
cigarettes . with great gusto. I
have often thought how it would
have pleased the soul of a Mad-
rid cavalier to observe the Don
blow smoke through his nose — always
with that same outward indication of
nobility. He was ever a brave man —
in telling of deeds of the past, and of
the hosts of men he had killed "too
dead for smelling."
Of the hundred men in San Juan,
including of course the four Chinese
and the six women, there were others
almost as brave and self-assuring as
Don Juan Cubebico. It could not
have been otherwise in that typical
town of a typical state of a typical
nation. There was Patrick Far-
relly, for example, another brave
man, who died not from a want of
nobility of character, but merely from
a lack of common sense. In an evil
moment, Mr. Farrelly conceived the
idea that a little powder thrown upon
some green hemlock would facilitate
its burning. Thereupon he directed a
small stream from his powder keg up-
on the burning wood, but, not possess-
ing a hand and a presence of mind
quick enough to cut off the stream of
powder at the proper moment, he was
blown into a thousand fragments;
whereupon, Judge Barton, himself a
brave man, who was also coroner, was
called upon to render a verdict, which
he delivered with great gravity as fol-
lows: "Patrick's death can't be called
suicide, 'cause he didn't mean to kill
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495
himself. It wasn't a visitation of God,
'cause he wasn't struck by lightning.
He didn't die for want of breath, for
he hadn't anything to breathe with.
It is very plain he didn't know what
he was about, so I will bring in a ver-
dict that the deceased died for want
of common sense."
Shorty French was another brave
man, who in his day was the champion
cow-puncher of Rhubarb Creek. Soon
after his arrival amongst us at San
Juan he proposed the formation of a
Society for the Preservation of Sani-
tary Measures, and for two weeks he
didn't dare lay down his gun, for fear
some one would "get the drop on him."
After the excitement had somewhat
abated, Mr. French, who was a born
organizer, suggested the formation of
an Olive-branch Benevolent Associa-
tion, with meetings to be held monthly
in Murphy's saloon. At the first
monthly meeting three members were
killed and four others badly knifed.
For a long time it was thought that the
president, Pete Riley, could not recov-
er, for his skull was badly mashed by
a billiard cue as a result of his decision
on a point of order. The billiard cue
was turned over to the sheriff as evi-
dence in case Pete did not recover.
Well, he did not die, and the sheriff re-
tained the billiard cue waiting for Pete
to die a natural death. The sheriff
was always looking forward for the
impossible to happen.
Out of the four Chinese in San Juan
only one could be called a brave man.
He was Lee Chung, aggressive and
consequently successful. When there
was war in the Chinese end of the
town and the air was filled with Hong
Kong swear words Lee Chung was
nearly always the victor in the dis-.
putes. On a certain occasion, when
Lee landed "a good one" on Ah Wong's
nose with a flat iron, the whole camp
acknowledged Lee's bravery, for Ah
Wong was not able to smell for a
month.
Recalling the six women in San
Juan, the less said the better. Two,
however, were undoubtedly brave to
the extent of a brief mention. Rose
Jenkins was a white woman who won
the bitter enmity of the Chinese be-
cause she was in the habit of taking
home washing. She was a lame girl
and far from beautiful, but she was
brave, else she would have never con-
sented to marry Bill Badger. The
entire town admired her for this, and
when the marriage ceremony took
place at the water-tank she was the re-
cipient of many beautiful presents, in-
cluding a pair of brass knuckles and a
hog-ringer. The new preacher per-
formed the ceremony. They called
him Parson Brown. I understand he
was allowed to remain in town under
one condition : he was handy with the
fiddle and thus helped out on festival
occasion. Well, he married Bill and
Rose at the water-tank, and every one
in camp turned out to make the event
a complete success. Rose had attired
herself gaily for the occasion, having
smuggled into the camp, a yachting
cap and a new pair of overalls. After
her marriage Rose, at her husband's
request, continued to take in washing.
The other brave woman was a half-
breed from the Sioux tribe across the
range. One day in early spring she
drifted into camp with her aged father,
along with the first robins, so we called
her Princess Birdie. It was a hard life
for her and all the worse after she met
\vith a serious accident, losing her
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right foot by falling between two cattle
cars. After that she was forced to
earn her living as best she could. For
an entire season she made money by
giving music lessons on a police whis-
tle which was a present from the sher-
iff. Birdie's great failing was the
weakness displayed by women every-
where: all the money she earned she
spent on dresses. In the dug-out, half
a mile from town, where she and her
father lived, she hoarded her posses-
sions— all sorts of things, from rubber
boots to army overcoats. Birdie would
bloom out every now and then in a
hoop-skirt or a plug hat, while her poor
old father would sit around the dug-
out waiting for night to come, when he
could paint his trembling legs with
pitch, in order to slide into town after
dark and get a supply of chewing to-
bacco.
But of all these brave ones in San
Juan, the "greaser," Don Cubebico, was
the bravest of the brave. He had one
fault and only one — with all his brav-
ery he was brutal. He loved to see his
fellow man suffer pain and sorrow ; his
heart was hard and his brutality al-
ways seemed to assert itself. Doubtless
the horse-thief blood in his paternal
ancestry had much to do with this
peculiar trait in his character. The
little burro upon which he rode in and
out of camp was a patient beast, and
it stirred one's blood to see him choke
the animal with his infernal Spanish
bit, or to observe the way he dug his
ugly spurs into the burro's scarred and
battered flank.
The sweetheart of Don Cubebico —
wherever you find the "greaser" you
also find a sweetheart — lived across
the arroyo, where she raised red pep-
per in a bit of a garden patch. The
dusky Donna Bettina occupied a small
adobe house with her old mother, who
was very, very old, very wrinkled, and
very blind. In many ways the Donna
was a counterfeit presentment of Don
Cubebico, but inasmuch as the Don
loved her devotedly she differed from
him in this one respect, for she was in-
constant. She deceived him and toyed
with his heart in a manner that boded
her nothing but evil, and the result of
her folly was sure to come sooner or
later. Would that we had had a poet
in San Juan better able to tell this sad,
strange tale of Gringo love, for
When the Don had gaily gone,
Marauding in the valleys,
His donna fed some other Don,
Frijoles and tamales.
Sufficient to the night is the danger
thereof, and there must come an end
to all deception and to wronged love.
Women cannot play with the hearts of
men forever and forever; there must
come a day of retribution.
One evening late in the month of
October, there was a tragedy in San
Juan. Just as the moon was peeping
over the Cuyamaca Range and the
tarantulas were closing the front doors
of their dew-covered nests and the
coyotes were slinking out from the
mountains, Don Cubebico rode in from
the far south mounted on a stolen
horse. He brought with him a phe-
nomenal appetite for supper, as he had
had a hard day's ride. Across the
arroyo he rode, a cigarette clinched be-
tween his teeeth. In the garden of red
peppers he found his Donna at the gate
bidding adios to a stranger — a Gringo
he had never seen before.
It was all over in a moment. The
Don alighted from his stolen horse,
crept stealthily as the wild cat upon the
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two at the garden gate, and then with
the grunt of a Sioux he plunged his
knife into the back of his rival, who
dropped at his feet without a murmur.
The scream of fright and agony that
the Donna essayed to utter was stifled
before it could be given birth, for
Cubebico, true to his race and birth-
right, choked her to death with his long
and sinewy fingers.
The Don stood there a moment in
the presence of the two dead ones, and
then, calmly rolling a fresh cigarette
and lighting it, he wiped the blood
from his hunting knife on the pampas
grass at the side of the garden gate,
and, remounting his stolen horse, he
again crossed the arroyo on a gallop to
the town. At the stage-house he broke
down the door, robbed the till of the
gold he found there, added a new
blanket and a Colt's revolver to the
pommel of his saddle, and, remount-
ing, dug his spurs deeply, and flew
away like the wind to the mountains
beyond the plain.
The other brave man in San Juan
buried the Donna and her lover side
by side with their feet to the south. It
required no special reasoning to couple
the murder with the burglary at the
stage-house, and Don Cubebico from
that time was a marked man, a much-
wanted man. I believe the sheriff of
San Juan is looking for him even to
this day. But when the Bravest Man
in San Juan left the camp he left it
never to return, and now only the
memory of his daring lingers like a
dream among the miners.
Homesickness
By Ethelwyn Wetherald
AT twilight on this unfamiliar street,
With its affronts to aching ear and eye,
I think of restful ease in fields that lie
Untrodden by a myriad fevered feet.
O green and dew and stillness ! O retreat
Thick-leaved and squirrel-haunted ! By and by
I too shall follow all the thoughts that fly
Bird-like to you, and find you, ah, how sweet !
Not yet — not yet ! To-night it almost seems
That I am speeding up the hemlock lane,
Up to the door, the lamp, the face that pales,
And warms with sudden joy. But these are dreams.
I lean on Memory's breast, and she is fain
To soothe my yearnings with her tender tales.
The Pennsylvania Germans
By Lucy Forney Bittinger
(Continued from May number)
E have now reached an-
other, in many ways a new,
\ \ period in the annals of the
Pennsylvania Germans ; the
Province was being settled up; the
frontier had passed the Susquehanna;
"the Mountains" were now the new
country, whence came tales of Indian
invasion. In this settlement the Ger-
mans had taken the lead and it was
only later that the Scotch-Irish gained
a place at their side.
The Pennsylvania Germans were
not only settling up the State which
has given them its name, but Virginia
and North Carolina had many emi-
grants from Pennsylvania. In 1746
Shenandoah and Rockingham Coun-
ties, in Virginia, were being settled
by them. A letter from Lawrence
Washington, about 1750, speaks of his
endeavors to get "Pennsylvania Dutch"
settlers for the lands of the Ohio Com-
pany, in which he and his brother
George were so much interested. An-
other like project was more success-
ful ; Col. Shepherd (his name had been
Schaeffer and he was himself a Penn-
sylvania German) induced many colo-
nists of his own race to settle in Vir-
ginia and so Shepherdstown was
founded, in 1742. Six years later, we
hear of Germans at Redstone (now
Brownsville on the Monongahela) a
famous point of departure, for the
"great West" of pre-Revolutionary
days.
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"What Pennsylvania owes to her German
farmers has been freely acknowledged. In-
deed the farm of a German or Pennsylvania
German, betrays at the first glance, that in-
telligent management and honest labor have
gone hand in hand to make a fruitful and
beautiful property. Their superiority in the
tillage of the ground, the breeding of fine
cattle, the building of suitable stables and
barns, as well as their unpretending, suit-
able and simple style of living, induced the
well-known Doctor Benjamin Rush to make
them the subject of an ethnological study,
which he published in 1789 in the Colum-
bian Magazine, not only to do them justice,
but to spur on others to imitate them. The
Germans in Pennsylvania had gained an
honorable reputation in many kinds of man-
ufacturing. * * * German millers,
brewers, tanners, sugar-refiners, merchants,
innkeepers, butchers and bakers were pro-
portionately as numerous as now. The
Pennsylvania Germans particularly dis-
tinguished themselves as iron-masters. Ten
years after the first forge was begun in
Pennsylvania, we find the furnace of the
German Mennonite Kurtz in Octarara in
Lancaster County. In Berks County, which
was early the center of the iron manufac-
ture, most of the iron-masters were Ger-
mans. The Oley Smithy was erected in
1745 by two Germans and an Englishman."
In the Indian wars which desolated
the once peaceful frontiers of Penn's
colony during the long struggle be-
tween France and England for the pos-
session of America, the Pennsylvania
Germans bore an active part. Their
leader, in war and diplomacy, was Con-
rad Weiser, whom we last saw falling
under the influence of the mystic
Beissel ; but this was only a passing
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phase of the stirring career of Weiser.
He had been brought up among the
Indians of New York and adopted into
the Six Nations; he was at all events
known and trusted by them. The Prov-
ince of Pennsylvania employed him
again and again to negotiate with his
"Indian brothers" until the plottings of
the French made all negotiations use-
less, and Braddock's defeat brought
down clouds of confident Indian war-
riors upon the frontier settlements.
Among the pioneers killed or taken as
prisoners were many Germans ; it is es-
timated that in the Indian attacks of
the next eight years, three hundred fell
victims. There were massacres at
Tulpehocken (Weiser's home) and at
Gnadenhutten, the Moravian town of
Christian Indians. There is no evi-
dence that these Indians took part in
the atrocities of their heathen kinsmen.
But the white men suspected them, the
Indians hated them, and a wandering
band of Munseys fell upon the settle-
ment, set fire to the houses, and mur-
dered missionaries and converts alike,
as they sought to escape. The coun-
ties of Lancaster, Berks and North-
ampton were invaded. Then Weiser
took up arms with such a host of other
Germans that the provincial legislature
ordered that all officers of its militia
should be chosen among those able to
speak German. A chain of forts was
established along the line of the Kit-
tatiny mountains ; the Moravian bishop
at Bethlehem put his town in a state
of defence which commanded the ad-
miration of the authorities, and the
savage tide was held back, but only
for a time. Treaties and conferences,
destruction of Indian towns and build-
ing of frontier forts alternated with
massacres and plunder, scalping and
capture, for eight years. Weiser died
in the midst of this misery, and was
buried in the graveyard of Wo-
melsdorf.
Weiser's mantle, as a negotiator
trusted by white men and Indians alike,
fell upon another German Christian,
Frederic Post. Let us hear for him
and his fellow-missionaries of the Mo-
ravian church, the witness of the his-
torian Parkman — not prepossessed in
favor of Pennsylvania Germans or
missionaries to the Indians:
"He had been sent at the instance of
Forbes as an envoy to the hostile tribes
from the Governor and Council of Penn-
sylvania. He spoke the Delaware language,
knew the Indians well, had lived among
them, had married a converted squaw, and
by his simplicity of character, directness
and perfect honesty, gained their full con-
fidence. He now accepted his terrible mis-
sion and calmly prepared to place himself
in the clutches of the tiger. He was a plain
German, upheld by a sense of duty and a
single-hearted trust in God; alone, with no
great disciplined organization to impel and
support him, and no visions and illusions,
such as kindled and sustained the splendid
heroism of the early Jesuit martyrs. Yet
his errand was no whit less perilous. And
here we may notice the contrast between
the mission settlements of the Moravians
in Pennsylvania and those which the later
Jesuits and the Sulpitians had established.
. . . The Moravians were apostles of
peace, and they succeeded to a surprising
degree in weaning their converts from their
ferocious instincts and warlike habits ; while
the Mission Indians of Canada retained all
their native fierceness, and were systemati-
cally impelled to use their tomahawks
against the enemies of the Church."
Post's first journey was successful,
amid perils that rival those enumerated
by the apostle Paul. He and his com-
panions lost their way, they lost each
other; they came upon scalps, "one
with long white hair," hung to dry
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upon a bush ; when he reached the In-
dian town the young warriors rushed
at him to kill him, pressing their knives
against his undaunted breast ; war par-
ties hung in the dark skirts of the for-
est to take his scalp if he ventured from
the friendly radiance of the camp-fire.
Yet from all these dangers he brought
back an answer of peace. The "Great
Council" of Easton called to all the
tribes on the Ohio to stand neutral,
while Forbes moved against Fort Du-
quesne. Post was chosen to bear this
message and plunged again into a wil-
derness in which the soldiers who es-
corted him part of the way were mur-
dered by lurking Indians as soon as
they left him, where "wolves made a
terrible noise" at night, and Indians
"were possessed by a murdering spirit
and with bloody vengeance were
thirsty and drunk." The message was
received; the tribes sat quiet, and
Forbes was left to descend on Fort
Duquesne, unmolested by the Indians
who had hitherto been the most
dreaded auxiliaries of the French.
In 1 761, Post built a block-house and
established a mission to the Indians in
what is now the State of Ohio. But
the Indians were suspicious, even of
Post ; then begrudged him the little
piece of garden-ground which was all
he asked; and in the next year Post
returned, while Heckewelder, his
young assistant (at the time of his
first missionary journey but nineteen
years old) left the block-house in Stark
County and went to assist Zeisberger,
"the apostle of the Delawares," in his
work. The mission was thus aban-
doned, but the block-house, of which
a few remains still exist, was the first
habitation of civilized man in the pres-
ent State of Ohio.
Another of these "plain German"
heroes deserves more than the passing
mention I can give him; this was Da-
vid Zeisberger. Born in Bohemia and
taken thence when a little child, on his
parents' flight to the protection of
Count Zinzendorf, he grew up in an
atmosphere of hardship and self-sacri-
fice. He early consecrated himself to
work among the Indians, but always,
through his long life, refused any sal-
ary, preferring to serve "without any
view of a reward other than such as
his Lord and Master might deign to
bestow upon him." He studied their
language in Pyrlaeus' school for In-
dian missionaries, at Bethlehem; then
went to Onondaga, the capital of the
Six Nations, to perfect himself in their
tongue. Here he was adopted into
the Iroquois clan of the Turtle, and
was made "Keeper of the Wampum"
(or records of treaties) to the con-
federacy. His life is the history of
the Moravian mission among the Dela-
wares— a history "full of sadness, of
faithfulness and of discouragement."
The little flock which he had gathered
fell under suspicion resulting from the
acts of their heathen kinsman in Pon-
tiac's conspiracy; they were requested
to come to Philadelphia, that the
provincial government might better
protect them. Arrived there, a howl-
ing mob pressed upon them and their
faithful Zeisberger, who had accom-
panied them, and threatened their lives.
Presently they were exiled to New
York, but the authorities of that prov-
ince refused to receive them. They
came back, dragging wearily through
the snow, for it was now December.
Their missionaries remained with
them through an epidemic of small-
pox and an imprisonment of more than
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a year; then the poor creatures, only
half of whom survived, were permitted
to go, but not to their homes. They
sought a new asylum, farther from the
white man, on the Susquehanna, and
gave it the pathetic name of "Frieden-
shiitten, "the Tents of Peace." And
it was the abode of peace for a few
years.
It was not till the French were
finally driven from Fort Duquesne and
Pontiac's conspiracy crushed, that
there was any security from scalping-
knife and tomahawk for the pioneers
of Pennsylvania; and this was chiefly
accomplished by Colonel Bouquet and
his regiment, the "Royal Americans,"
largely recruited among the Pennsyl-
vania Germans. This regiment's part
in the "Old French War" is today for-
gotten in the land which they helped
to save for England; but it was none
the less a brave part. Raised the year
after Braddock's defeat, when two
years old and become the 60th of the
Line, it helped to take Louisburg in
the north, and, under Forbes and Bou-
quet, drove the French from Fort Du-
quesne and made it Fort Pitt, thus
breaking that chain of French forts
erected and maintained with such
proud dreams and deep-laid plans by
the men of New France. In that same
year it was their desperate valor that
hurled itself against Montcalm's abatis
at Ticonderoga, where their gallant
foe wondered, as they attacked him six
successive times — "masses of infuri-
ated men who could not go forward
and would not go back ; straining for
an enemy they could not reach, and
firing on an enemy they could not see ;
caught in the entanglements of fallen
trees, tripped by briers, stumbling over
logs, tearing through boughs; shout-
ing, yelling, cursing, and pelted all the
while with bullets that killed them by
scores, stretched them on the ground,
or hung them on jagged branches in
strange attitudes of death." (Park-
man.) In the following year, they
were with Wolfe at Quebec; it was
their imprudent gallantry which was
beaten back in the assault at Montmo-
renci; but afterward came that sad,
triumphant day when Wolfe and
Montcalm died — the one in his victory,
the other murmuring in defeat and
death, praises of the steadiness of his
English foe. No wonder that "the
60th of the Line" still bears proudly
the motto "granted for distinguished
conduct and bravery under Wolfe" —
Celer et Audax. The Royal Ameri-
cans helped to garrison their conquest
during the bitter winter of 1760 and
to hold it when its fate trembled in the
balance as the French tried to retake it.
It was their colonel who received
the surrender of Canada, when Mon-
treal, the last stronghold of France,
dipped the lilies to St. George's
cross.
Again, it was the Royal Americans
who garrisoned the little forts through-
out the wilderness on which fell the
horrors of Indian massacre in Pon-
tiac's conspiracy. Perhaps men more
experienced in Indian treachery would
have been able to cope with the deceit-
ful savages successfully; the men of
the 60th fell helpless victims in many
cases, though not without gallant, un-
availing resistance ; and many of them
died bravely, horrible deaths of mur-
der and torture. One of their bat-
talions had been in the army that took
Martinique and Havana. Returning,
much broken, from their tropical
campaign, they found yet harder work
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before them. Pontiac's plot had set
the whole frontier ablaze and one of
the two forts which held out, was their
own conquest, Fort Pitt. Colonel
Bouquet ventured to lead an expedi-
tion for its relief. Plunging into the
woods which had entrapped Braddock,
with a little handful of his Royal
Americans, a few invalided soldiers just
from Havana, and some provincials,
he was surrounded by a mob of "howl-
ing and yelping" savages, a few miles
from Fort Pitt. For two days his men
fought against a foe they could not
see and who simply disappeared when
attacked. The second day a pretended
retreat was devised, and the joyous
savages, pursuing their prey, were
drawn into an ambush and destroyed.
"The behavior of the troops, on this
occasion," wrote Bouquet, "speaks for
itself so strongly, that for me to at-
tempt their eulogism, would but de-
tract from their merit." Five days
after, the distressed and exhausted
garrison of Fort Pitt were relieved and
Pennsylvania's frontiers saved from
farther Indian warfare. Bouquet and
his men remained at Fort Pitt a year,
during which time he marched into the
wilds of Ohio and at the Muskingum,
made a treaty with the now humble
conspirators of Pontiac and forced
them to restore all the captives taken
during the last eight years of savage
warfare.
Among the prisoners a young Ger-
man girl was recovered and brought
to Carlisle. Her mother had come
with the hope of rinding her daughter,
but was unable to recognize her, after
the years of separation. Telling her
trouble to Colonel Bouquet, he asked
if there was nothing by which her child
might remember her. Recalling a
hymn she used to sing, at his advice
she sang :
Einsam, und doch nicht ganz alleine
.bin ich in meiner Einsamkeit,
Denn wann ich gleich verlassen scheine,
Vertreibt mir Jesus selbst die Zeit:
Ich bin bei Ihm und Er bei mir,
So kommt mir gar nichts einsam fur."
(Alone, yet not alone am I, tho' in this
solitude so drear. I feel my Jesus always
nigh; He comes, my dreary hours to cheer.
I am with him and He with me ; I cannot
solitary be.)
As the old mother finished this hymn
of the wilderness the girl threw her-
self into the singer's arms.
The authority and the machinations
of France in the Western wilderness
alike were ended. The Royal Ameri-
cans were reduced to a peace footing;
and manv of the officers and men, leav-
ing the service, settled in the colonies
they had defended — a body of German
soldiery which England had enlisted
and trained — for what? When the
Revolution came, they knew ; and per-
haps England knew also.
In the time of peace between the
close of the old French War, and the
approach of the Revolution, the Ger-
mans of Pennsylvania seem to have
given themselves especially to the de-
velopment of what was to be the great
iron industry of their State. John
Pott, the founder of Pottstown, made
stoves there in 1749 which he deco-
rated with Scripture scenes, and de-
signs of pots of flowers, in punning
allusion to the English meaning of his
name, and with such verses as this :
"Wer daruber nur will lachen,
Der soil es besser machen.
Tadeln konnen ja sehr viel,
Aber besser machen ist das rechte Spiel."
But the bright particular star in this
field — call him rather a comet — was
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"Baron" Stiegel; whence he came, no
one knows. In 1763 he bought a
quantity of land in Lancaster County
and purchased Charming Forge, which
dated back to the beginning of Potts'
iron manufactures, and also another
German forge, the Elizabeth, started
in 1750 and renowned for remaining
in blast for a hundred years. Stiegel
built two "castles" on his extensive
property, which are said to have been
decorated with enamelled tiles and
tapestry, — wonders in those days. A
cannon was fired to announce the com-
ing of the "Baron," his workmen left
the forge and took up musical instru-
ments to welcome him. But the in-
habitants called one of the mansions
"Stiegel's Folly," and prophesied a
ruin, which was not long in coming.
Stiegel is said to have cast on his
stoves the boast,
"Baron Stiegel ist der Mann
Der die Oefen machen kann."
It is certain that he was the first to
make flint-glass in Pennsylvania, and
that he founded the pretty town of
Manheim in Lancaster County, in con-
nection with his works. The out-
break of the Revolution, combined
with his visionary extravagances,
ruined him.
Christopher Saur the younger, who
inherited his father's business, made
paper, printer's ink, and lampblack,
and was the first type-founder of
America; the excellence of his types
was attested by the Provincial Conven-
tion of 1775, which advised patriots to
use them in preference to imported
types. He is said to have been also
the originator of the stoves which were
afterward developed by Benjamin
Franklin and bore the latter's name.
When the Stamp Act drew from the
merchants of the colonies the decision
not to buy any English wares, among
the names signed to the Philadelphia
declaration of such intentions, are
those of many prominent German mer-
chants. Their paper, the "Staatsbote,"
was so rejoiced at the appeal of the
Act, that it "dropped into poetry" and
headed its jubilant "extra" announcing
the fact, with
"Den Herren lobt und benedyt,
Der von der Stempel-Act uns hat befreit."
^The Lord be praised, who has freed us
from the Stamp Act.)
"The Germans," says Bancroft, "who
formed a great part of the inhabitants
of Pennsylvania, were all on the side
of Freedom." High praise, but borne
out by no less an authority than Dr.
Franklin, who, when examined before
a committee of Parliament as to the
American dissatisfaction, was asked,
"How many Germans are there in
Pennsylvania ?" "Perhaps," said
Franklin with characteristic caution,
"a third of the whole population, but I
cannot say certainly." "Have any part
of them served in European armies?"
inquired the British, anxious to esti-
mate the strength of their opponents.
"Yes," said Franklin, "many of them,"
probably in allusion to the Royal
American regiment. "Are they as dis-
satisfied with the Stamp Act as the na-
tives?" "Yes," responded Franklin,
"even more so."
When the British measures against
Boston showed that war could not be
far off, all over the country the Com-
mittees of Safety and Committees
of Correspondence sprung up and
addressed themselves to the task
of organizing resistance to the British
with that energy and fertility of re-
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source which we have now learned to
call American. Whoever takes the
trouble to look through archives and
county histories of Revolutionary
times will find the Pennsylvania Ger-
mans well represented on all these
Committees; to give the names which
prove it would be tedious, but in this,
which might be called the civic part of
the resistance to England, they bore
their full share. A document, import-
ant for the light it throws on the feel-
ings of the Germans of Philadelphia,
was sent out by the German churches
and the Deutsche Gesellschaft in that
city. It was addressed to the Ger-
mans settled in New York and North
Carolina, and its spirit, as well as its
expressions, are interesting. It shows
a confidence in the reasonableness of
the whole body of patriots, that ap-
peals such as these — argumentative,
grave, unimpassioned — were relied on,
instead of the frothy rhetoric which
characterized the French Revolution,
ten years later.
"We have from time to time been daily
witnesses, how the people of Pennsylvania,
both rich and poor, approve the resolution
of Congress; especially the Germans of
Pennsylvania, far and near, have dis-
tinguished themselves and not only raised
militia, but formed select corps of Yaegers
who are in readiness to march wherever
they are ordered ; and those among the Ger-
mans, who cannot serve themselves, are
thoroughly willing to contribute for the
common good, according to their means.
Therefore we have been sorry to learn, that
Congress had received news that different
German people in Trion County, and some
few in other parts of the colony of New
York, have shown themselves unfriendly to
the common cause and that many Germans
in North Carolina are of the same way of
thinking. But one can easily excuse the
people of Trion County ; they live too far
from those great cities and ports, where one
can, week by week and often day by da>,
read and hear reliable intelligence of ail
that happens in England and the colonies;"
and the letter proceeds, on the dignified
assumption that information is all that
is wanting to those lukewarm Ger-
mans, to give a short account of the
causes of the rebellion, of Lexington,
"where the first blood was split in this
unnatural war," of the "yet greater
blood-bath" of Bunker Hill, and of the
burning of Charlestown.
The Staatsbote was, in those times,
a trumpet giving no uncertain sound:
"Think," it said, "and tell your families
of this, how you came to America with
the greatest hardships and toil, to es-
cape from servitude and to enjoy the
blessings of freedom. Remember, that
the English statesmen and Parliament
would have America in the same case
and perhaps worse off." Miller, the
publisher of the Staatsbote, was the
printer to Congress; and Steiner and
Cist, a German firm of booksellers,
published translations of Paine's "Cri-
sis" and his "Common Sense."
Another German who served his
adopted country, was Michael Hille-
gas, who was chosen treasurer of the
United Colonies ; he remained for some
time "the Spinner of the Revolution."
The manufacturers of powder for the
war were chiefly Germans, to judge by
their names. Ludwig Farmer was, in
later Revolutionary times, the Com-
missioner-General of the Continental
forces; and the sturdy "Baker-Gen-
eral," Christoph Ludwig, deserves
more than a passing mention.
Born in the little university town of
Giessen in 1720, he had a life full of
adventure behind him when, in I754>
he settled in Philadelphia. He had
fought the Turks, he had served the
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great Frederick, he had been to India
and sailed the seas for seven years, be-
fore he was a baker in Pennsylvania.
He was an imposing soldierly man and
people called him jestingly "the Gov-
ernor of Letitia Court." When the
Revolution broke out, he was a man of
more than fifty, but he gave himself
to the cause of freedom with youthful
ardor. He was a member of many
conventions and committees; when
resistance was resolved upon and the
Convention hesitated at the cost of the
proposed army, the old soldier rose and
said, "Mr. President, I am only a poor
ginger-bread baker, but put me down
for two hundred pounds." The shamed
Convention at once resolved to appro-
priate the money needed. In spite of
his age, he served in the militia, but re-
fused pay or rations. When some of
his fellow-soldiers, disheartened at the
hardships which they had to endure,
were about to quit the camp, the old
man threw himself on his knees before
them and pleading with the deserters,
shamed them into return to duty.
"Comrades," he said, "when there is an
alarm of fire, how we all run to put it
out and save our own homes. Now
save Philadelphia from a worse fire,
the British army." It is said that he
went in the character of a would-be de-
serter to the Hessian camp on Staten
Island and "drew so enchanting a pic-
ture of the life of the Pennsylvania
Germans that thousands, filled with
longing for the flesh-pots of Penn-
sylvania and the blessings of freedom,
embraced the first opportunity to de-
sert." And Ludwig served the coun-
try, also, in the exercise of his calling
In 1777 he was appointed Inspector
General of Bakers for the army. His
predecessors had contracted to deliver
100 pounds of bread to every 100
pounds of flour, not taking into ac-
count the weight of the water in the
bread. The same contract was offered
to the new baker. "No," answered
the honest old man, "Christoph Lud-
wig will not grow rich by the war.
From 100 pounds of flour one bakes
135 pounds of bread and that will I
give, no less." Small wonder that
Washington, made acquainted with this
unique specimen of an army contractor,
entitled him his "honest friend." The
baker was often invited to the Gen-
eral's table, frequently consulted in
matters pertaining to his department,
and became a great favorite with the
officers. A certificate given him by
Washington, testifying to the General's
respect and good will for him, was
carefully framed and formed one of the
veteran's most cherished possessions.
He lived to fourscore, a sturdy, cheery
figure on the streets of Germantown,
known to the inhabitants in affection-
ate jest as "our General." A table
gravestone in the churchyard there,
and the Ludwick Institute, a school
which he endowed, perpetuate his
name, but the story of Washington's
"honest friend" and baker is wellnigh
unknown to modern Americans.
Mere chronological mention of the
battles of the Revolution in which the
Pennsylvania Germans took part may
give some idea of their patriotic ef-
forts for the freedom of the land which
had given them refuge from the grind-
ing oppression of their Fatherland.
Among the first troops from outside
of New England which hastened to
join Washington's army before Bos-
ton in 1775, were a company from
York County, Pennsylvania, com-
manded by Captain Michael Doudel.
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It is said that so many wished to join
it that the captain chalked the outline
of a nose upon a barn-door at some
distance and ordered the volunteers to
fire at it. Only those who hit the
mark were permitted to enlist. "Gen-
eral Gage, take care of your nose!"
commented the provincial papers. A
German company went from Cumber-
land County, under the command of
Captain William Hendricks on the ill-
fated expedition to Quebec in the same
year, and their commander was shot
down at the side of General Montgom-
ery, just at the moment of what might
have been victory. Hendricks was "tall,
of a mild and beautiful countenance,
his soul animated by a genuine spark
of heroism. " He was buried as he
fell, beside his general, and the Brit-
ish officers marked their funerals with
every honor which a soldier can show
to a gallant and fallen foe.
The luckless regiment of Col. Miles's
which was cut to pieces on Long Island
in 1776, had many Germans in it, as
the list of losses testifies. At Fort
Washington the Germans in the "Fly-
ing Camp" suffered severely, being
captured and subjected to the barbari-
ties exercised upon "rebel" prisoners
in the British prisons of New York.
On the same day that the Declara-
tion of Independence was signed, the
Pennsylvania German Associators"
of Lancaster County were meeting at
Lancaster, choosing their officers and
passing rules for their association, for
they made their Revolution "decently
and in order." The participation of
so many Lancaster County Germans in
these war measures is the more re-
markable in that a large part of the
population of this county were, as they
still are, Mennonites, Dunkers and
other non-resistants. Christoph Saur
the younger, the son of the publisher of
Germantown, who was himself an ar-
dent non-resistant, a Dunker, laments
that "whole companies of Mennonites
are formed in Lancaster County and
Quakers are drilling."
So marked was the patriotism of the
Pennsylvania Germans that Congress,
in 1776, resolved to form a German
Regiment. It was to consist of eight
companies, four from Pensylvania and
the same number from Maryland ; but
so many offered from Pennsylvania
that a fifth company was enlisted under
the command of David Wolpper. This
man was a good specimen of the class
from which came the best fighting ma-
terial of the Revolution, the bushrang-
ing soldiers of the "Old French War."
He had served in Germany under the
great Frederick, had made several cam-
paigns with Washington before Brad-
dock's expedition, was well known and
valued by him and through him recom-
mended to Congress. A German
nobleman, Baron v. Arendt, was its
first active colonel, succeeded by Lud-
wig Weltner. The German regiment
took part in the retreat across the Jer-
seys; it shared the dramatic success
which closed that gloomy year, the dar-
ing surprise of Trenton ; it fought at
Princeton and Brandywine, and, at-
tached to the German brigades com-
manded by Muhlenberg and Weedon,
it nearly defeated the British, — indeed,
would have done so, had not the Amer-
ican army retreated in a panic, "fright-
ened at their own success," and left the
two brigades unsupported. It shared
the hardships of Valley Forge, and the
next year made a campaign in the "In-
dian Country."
During the occupation of Philadel-
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507
phia by the British troops, while the
Continentals were freezing and starv-
ing at Valley Forge, their sympathizers
in the city were made to have their
share of suffering. The Deutsche
Gesellschaft has already been men-
tioned as sending out addresses to the
Germans in America to inspire them
with some portion of its own Revolu-
tionary ardor; in this it was joined by
the principal men of the Philadelphia
German churches, so the attention of
the British was drawn to these patriots.
The Deutsche Gesellschaft had just
given out the contract for the building
of a hall for the society ; the materials
were already deposited on the site, and
the society had "resolved that the work
be begun to-morrow," when the Brit-
ish occupation interrupted it. The
English troops took the building ma-
terials to construct stables for their
horses. They wrecked the printing
office of Heinrich Miller, the printer to
Congress, plundered the house of the
sturdy patriot-baker, Christoph Lud-
wig, broke into the German Zion's-
church and turned it and the Reformed
church into hospitals. The pastor of
Zion's-church, Ernest Henry Muhlen-
berg, took refuge in the country, where
he employed his exile in the study of
botany to such purpose' that he became
one of the first of American botanists,
in point of time and attainments. His
brother, Frederick A. Muhlenberg, had
already fled from his pastorate in New
York, on account of his dangerously
outspoken patriotism. Pastor Schmidt
of Germantown was another of these
refugee patriots; while the preachers
of the Reformed church, Schlatter and
Weyberg, were imprisoned, Schlatter's
house sacked and a reward was offered
for the apprehension of a third rev-
erend rebel, Pastor Nevelling. The
sugar-refinery of the Schaeffers was
demolished, probably because they
were connected by marriage with the
patriotic Muhlenbergs.
It was not only the patriots who suf-
fered at this time ; the fortunes of war
brought ruin on a man as honorable,
an enterprise as well founded and
widely known as any among the Penn-
sylvania Germans, — Christoph Saur
the younger, and his printing office.
The elder bearer of that name had died
twenty years before; his business had
been carried on by his son of the same
name, a fact which has been a source
of endless confusion to the few Eng-
lish writers who have alluded to the
Saurs and their publications. The
younger Christoph Saur was brought
up in Germantown under his father's
care; his mother, as has been previ-
ously mentioned, had entered Beissel's
cloister at Ephrata as Sister Marcella.
Her son was a devoted Dunker and be-
came a minister in this body of non-re-
sistant Baptists, of which Beissel's
flock was an eccentric offshoot. On
his father's death, the son took up the
publishing business which the former
had made so successful, saying, how-
ever: "I indeed would rather earn my
bread by the book-binder's trade as
heretofore, and be spared the burden
of the printing-office, which would be
much easier ; but so long as there is no
one here to whom I can entrust the
printing-office, I find myself compelled
by my duty to God and my neighbor,
to carry it on until it may please Prov-
idence to give me a helper who will not
let himself be moved by gold or flattery
to print anything opposed to the glory
of God and the welfare of the country ;
for to the welfare of the country and
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the glory of God, this printing-house
is dedicated and I shall always seek to
maintain this aim." Among many
other publications, he brought out the
second and third editions of the "Ger-
mantown Bible," as it is called by col-
lectors; and as one of these editions
was a source of considerable profit to
him, he felt it his duty to share these
profits with his customers and so
printed and distributed (gratis) for
two years the monthly publication
called the "Geistliche Magazien," the
first religious periodical which ap-
peared in America.
A nobly conscientious man in every-
thing, he was a determined opponent of
slavery; that some Pennsylvania Ger-
mans now held slaves, was a grief and
a reproach to Saur. A certain master
advertised in Saur's paper his runaway
slave, who had departed "barefoot,
with a white shirt, an old hat, old linen
small-clothes," etc., whereupon Saur
printed, in larger type, beneath the no-
tice these observations: "It is a won-
der, that the above-mentioned negro
was so foolish, and went off barefoot
and in nothing but old clothes; he
ought to have put on new ones (if he
had any.) If masters oftener did what
is right and just to their servants, and
remembered that they also have a Mas-
ter in heaven, many would not think of
running away. But the love of money
is the root of all evil."
The younger Saur was one of the
founders of the still existent "German-
town Academy," — in short he was an
unselfish, courageous sympathizer with
all good things, — all, at least, but the
Revolution, which he, as a non-resist-
ant, regarded as an unchristian taking-
u p of carnal weapons. When Ger-
mantown was filled with troops, he left
their hated neighborhood and took
refuge with his sons in Philadelphia.
Returning to Germantown in the next
year, he was arrested by the Conti-
nentals, shamefully maltreated and
finally, when delivered by the interpo-
sition of "the noble Gen. Muhlenberg,"
as Saur calls him, ordered to reside in
the little village of Metuchen so long as
the British were in the city. During
his absence, he was declared a traitor,
and when he came back to his home, he
was put under arrest, his house, types,
presses, etc., confiscated, and, with all
his property, sold by the Commissioner
of Confiscated Estates. Saur was
completely ruined. He might have
saved his property, had he been willing
to take the oath of loyalty or appeal to
the courts for justice, but these things
being against his religious principles,
he submitted without a word; though
the reproach of being declared a traitor
he deeply felt. The few remaining
years of his life were spent in the house
of a friend who gave him shelter, and
in the exercise of his office as one of the
unordained and unpaid ministers of his
peaceful sect, for whose doctrines he
had literally suffered "the loss of all
things."
In these disastrous years of the Rev-
olution many suffered besides patriots
in captured cities, conscientious men
like Christoph Saur, and shivering sol-
diers at Valley Forge. On the fron-
tier were Indian attacks or massacres,
instigated by the British at the western
posts, often by means of such rene-
gades as Simon Girty, the "White Sav-
age," whose name was one of terror
and execration all along the border. It
was he who led the attack on Wheel-
ing, then Fort Henry, and defended by
Colonel Shepherd and but forty-two
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men and boys. More than half of
these were cut off in an ambush early
in the fight. Girty had with him about
four hundred Indians, and taking post
at one of the cabins outside the fort,
— deserted atthe first alarm, — he called
to the garrison to surrender and go
over to the British, as he had done;
but Col. Shepherd answered that they
would neither desert nor yield, and the
unequal fight went on through the
whole of a "warm, bright September
day." The next morning, a body of
militia relieved the fort and chased off
the discomfited Indians. Many ot
these border fighters showed so merci-
less a spirit, when chance gave them
an opportunity to take vengeance on
their savage enemies, that it is a pleas-
ure to record of Col. Shepherd that,
three years later, when with a party
under Gen. Brodhead, making a foray
into the "Indian country," his fellow-
soldiers planned the massacre of the
Christian Indians of the Muskingum,
the defender of Wheeling dissuaded
the rest from the attack and saved the
Moravian mission, for the time.
The history of these missions be-
longs to the story of the Germans of
Pennsylvania, for their most devoted
workers were Germans, Zeisberger and
Heckewelder. The latter was a most
self-sacrificing man, a man who once
rode three days and two nights to pre-
vent an Indian outbreak, and suc-
ceeded ; who escaped perils of savage
ambush, and wild animals ; who was
the friend and associate of Washington
and of Rufus Putnam ; the author of
valuable philological works on the lan-
guage of his "brown sheep," the Dela-
wares — a useful, cheerful man, sim-
ple and transparent in his character,
who closed a long life at Bethlehem
and was buried there among the Indian
converts.
Of Zeisberger's early life and labors
we have before spoken. After many
dangers and discouragements, he had
led his converts again westward and
had founded Gnadenhiitten. This
was the golden age of the mission. For
ten years they had peace ; several other
villages were founded in the neighbor-
hood. The first Protestant sermon
preached in the state of Ohio was
preached at one of these mission sta-
tions, in 1771 ; the first church and the
first schoolhouse in the state were built
by these German missionaries ; the first
white child of Ohio was the daughter
of Heckewelder, born at Schonbrunn
in 1773. Thus these Moravians were
pioneers, and pioneers of the best type,
nearly a score of years before the set-
tlement of Marietta.
But when the Revolutionary war
was nearly at its close, a band of Wy-
andots, instigated by the British, burst
upon the settlement, drove away the
converts and burned the houses and
the church. Zeisberger was taken to
Detroit ; some of his Indians, starving,
stole back to gather their harvests,
when a band of militia, — white men,
Christians, Americans — fell upon them,
penned them in two cabins to which
they gave the appropriate name of
"slaughter-houses," and killed them,
many of them women and children.
The converts had given themselves to
prayer and singing, when they found
their death resolved upon, and so they
died. For fourteen years the little
remnant that escaped wandered about
with their faithful pastor — to Michi-
gan, to Canada, and back to the
shores of Lake Erie. Then the Gov-
ernment offered them the site of their
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old home, when they went back, to the
overgrown fields and blackened ruins.
But Zeisberger was old, many of the
converts were dead, the faith of many
had failed among their trials and wan-
derings. The new home was but a
feeble echo of the old, and when Zeis-
berger, nearly ninety years old, died,
the settlement perished with him. A
remnant of Christian Delawares, who
have joined their brethren in Kansas,
are all that now remains to tell of a
work as self-sacrificing as Christianity
can show, a destruction as cruel as his-
tory ever told.
We must return from this sad inci-
dent of the war, to the services of other
Germans in the patriot armies. At the
battle of Monmouth, fell Col. Rudolf
Bonner of the Third Pennsylvania reg-
iment,— distinguished by his gallantry
in the fight. This regiment, and the
Second, Fifth, Sixth and Eighth Penn-
sylvania, were filled and officered by
Pennsylvanian or foreign Germans.
The First Pennsylvania was the sec-
ond regiment to enlist under Washing-
ton. It was more than half made up
of Pennsylvania Germans, being re-
cruited in Reading. Its colonel was
Philip de Haas, an old soldier of Bou-
quet's of the French and Indian war.
He was subsequently in command of a
brigade. The adjutant, David Ziegler
had fought in Russia against the
Turks, then emigrated and, when the
Revolution broke out, entered its army.
Pater he fought the Indians on the
western frontier, and died as the first
mayor of Cincinnati, in i8tt.
A Reading family of Pennsylvania
Germans, the Hiesters, deserves men-
tion for the number of its members
who entered the Continental service.
One of them had alreadv aided in de-
fending his town against Indian in-
vasion at the time of Pontiac's con-
spiracy. Four sons of the family were
Revolutionary officers : Col. Daniel
Hiester, Majors John and Gabriel, and
Captain William Hiester. Daniel and
John became Major-generals of militia,
and a cousin, Joseph, was in the "Fly-
ing Camp," was captured at Long Isl-
and became a colonel and later a ma-
jor-general of militia.
In the early part of the war, a Saxon
nobleman, Baron von Ottendorf, came
to this country with Kosciusko. He
had served under Frederick the Great
and his services were gladly accepted
by Washington. He was directed to
raise an independent corps, which,
filled in Pennsylvania, became a dra-
goon regiment and subsequently
served as a nucleus for various unat-
tached commands composed of, or offi-
cered by, Germans. It was merged
into Armand's "Legion." After the
heroic death of Pulaski, his command,
which contained many Pennsylvania
Germans, was united with the Legion.
Another of the Great Frederick's sol-
diers, Capt. Schott, had recruited a
company of dragoons among the same
folk, and after Schott was captured (at
Short Hills, in 1777), the remnant of
his command was likewise incorpo-
rated in the all-embracing Legion.
After Schott's release he resumed com-
mand of his company, which mean-
while had made a campaign on the
frontier with the "German regiment"
of Col. Weltner.
Another organization which con-
sisted largely of Pennsylvania Ger-
mans, was Washington's provost
guard, dragoons commanded by Major
von Heer, also a pupil of Frederick II.
The Prussian kind's indirect services
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to the cause of American liberty in
training officers for its army have been
overlooked even by his determined
panegyrist, Mr. Carlyle.
One of the "mountain men" who
drove the British from the South by
their brilliant border fight of King's
Mountain was a Pennsylvania German,
Hambright, a colonel of militia, who
was wounded in the action but kept on
fighting and helped to gain that victory
of the Rear-guard of the Revolution.
The most distinguished officer among
the Teutonic soldiers of the Rev-
olution was a Pennsylvania German,
Gen. Peter Muhlenberg. He was born
in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania,
and was the son of that patriarch of
the Lutheran Church to whose labors
I have already alluded. The three
sons of the venerable clergyman were
destined for the church, but Peter,
who was lively, fond of hunting, and a
general favorite, seemed little inclined
by nature to this profession. He was
educated, partially in Germany, where
he ran away and enlisted as a soldier,
earning among his comrades the nick-
name of "Peter the Devil." But on
his return home, he settled down, was
ordained, threw himself with charac-
teristic ardor into ministerial work,
and became the pastor of a church in
the Shenandoah Valley colony of
Pennsylvania Germans. Here he made
the acquaintance of Patrick Henry,
and often hunted with Washington.
When the first stirrings of resistance
to Great Britain were felt, the Rev.
Peter Muhlenberg was made the chair-
man of the Committee of Safety for his
county, and it was his eloquence and
the votes of the German delegates
from the "valley" that turned the scale
in Virginia when measures of armed
resistance were first discussed. Muh-
lenberg, still pastor of the Woodstock
church, was made colonel of one of the
regiments raised at this time. Then
occurred that thrilling moment which
is perpetuated in the statue of the pa-
triot in the Capitol. I quote Seiden-
sticker's description :
"The intelligence that Col. Muhlenberg
would preach his farewell sermon drew to-
gether an extraordinarily large audience ;
not only the Woodstock church, but the sur-
rounding church-yard was filled with people.
In the most impressive manner, the speaker
referred to the duties which their country
and its good cause laid upon all, and con-
cluded with the ringing words : 'There is a
time to preach and pray, but also a time
to fight; and the time to fight is come.'
Then he pronounced the benediction. His
career as a preacher was closed. There fol-
lowed a scene, unique of its kind. He threw
off the Genevan gown which he wore and
stood before them in the full uniform of a
soldier. Then he descended the pulpit and
ordered the drums to be beaten. The
enthusiasm burst into flame ; many of
his hearers enlisted in his regiment ;
old men brought their sons, women their
husbands, as fellow-combatants with him
for freedom. Nearly three hundred men
from Woodstock and its neighborhood
placed themselves under Muhlenberg's ban-
ner that day."
To tell of his services to his country
would almost be to write the history of
the war. He was fortunate in being
almost always in active service and wa?
exceptional among the officers of the
Revolution by remaining in the army
until the close of the war. At first in
Virginia he was soon attached to
Washington's army ; the deeds of his
men at Brandywine and Germantown
have been described, their suffering's at
Valley Forge and their valor at Mon-
mouth. A characteristic scene oc-
curred at Brandywine, where the Ger-
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mans under Muhlenberg and Weedon
held back the victorious advance of
the whole British force and gave the
shattered remants of the Continentals
time to escape; again and again they
drove back the English with the bayo-
net, when some Hessian officers, see-
ing their tall, fiery leader at the head
of these stubborn defenders, cried out
in sudden recognition, "There's Peter
the Devil. " When the South became
the theatre of war, Muhlenberg was
sent to Virginia to organize an army
out of discouragement, apathy and
poverty, and succeeded in performing
the impossible so far as to furnish Gen.
Greene with a respectable body of pro-
vincials. He was present at the con-
cluding scene of the war at Yorktown.
His Germans of Steuben's division
were allowed to storm one of the re-
doubts, and being frontiers-men, accus-
tomed to help themselves, they did not
wait to have the abatis removed in
regular military style, but tore it away
with their hands and scrambled over,
carrying the redoubt at the point of
the bayonet; while the French at the
other redoubt waited under a withering
fire, until their abatis was properly re-
moved by their pioneers. In five min-
utes more, both redoubts were carried,
and Washington, looking on, summed
up the War for Independence in the
grave words, "The work is done, and
well done."
(To be concluded.)
Photograph by Cassill
Hmerican Sbrines X
Dorcbester Ibetgbts
" Dorchester Heights witnessed that 'more than victory' commemorated
in the first medal of our minted history, with its proud motto, Hostibus primo
fugitas : the first rout of the enemy."
Edward Everett Hale.
New England Magazine
New Series
JULY
Vol. XXVI No. s
Whale Oil and Spermaceti
By Mary E. Starbuck
"I know an Isle clasped in the Sea's strong
arms,
Sport of his rage, and sharer of his dreams ;
A barren spot to alien eyes it seems,
But for its own it wears unfading charms."
Emily Shaw Forman.
I" OYALTY, with the islander, is
rather an instinct than a prin-
V ciple. With the Nantucketer it
is a passion. And this is hardly
to be wondered at, for from that far-
off day when the Indian deity, Man-
shope, after eating his whale roasted
over the volcanic fires of Gay Head,
carefully knocked the ashes from his
after-dinner pipe into the sparkling
waters of the Sound and called the arid
little heap "Nantucket,"* this low-ly-
ing island has been, nevertheless, a
conspicuous object on the horizon of
the New World.
*Nantucket signifies "it is heard" or "it
is sounding," referring probably to the
booming of the surf — or possibly to the hiss-
ing of the hot ashes as they fell into the sea.
The story has been told many times
of how, less than forty years after the
landing of the Mayflower t the island
was bought and settled by a sturdy lit-
tle company of Englishmen led by
Thomas Macy and Edward Starbuck
who, with the boy Thomas Coleman,
spent here the first winter, testing the
physical hardships differing only in
degree from those of the mainland, re-
joicing in the freedom from petty of-
ficial tyranny which had driven them
hither, and learning to know the
friendly Indians — first inheritors of
the pipe-ashes — whose hour was soon
to strike.
As the tale unfolds we learn that
upon these wave-washed, wind-swept
sands, life is not only sustained and en-
515
dured, but in spite of drawbacks and
disadvantages, becomes vigorous
enough in course of time to pour out
streams of colonial energy southward
and westward, meanwhile maintaining
a home city of some nine or ten thou-
sand inhabitants, carrying on countless
industries, sending ships to every
known port and to the hitherto undis-
covered countries of the islands of the
Pacific ; and at last, in its special busi-
ness of the whale-fishery, leading the
world.
Then the tide turned. Within ten
years the "Great Fire," the decline of
whaling, owing both to the necessarily
longer and more expensive voyages
and to the introduction of petroleum,
and lastly the discovery of gold in Cali-
fornia, combined to sweep away Nan-
tucket's wealth and population, and
brought her low before her rivals.
During the ebb of the tide, the civil
War claimed the last generation of the
men who, too young for participants,
had been at least eye-witnesses of the
prosperity, picturesqueness, and intel-
lectual productiveness of the whaling
days.
Then it was that many a brave and
well-known Nantucket ship "made a
good end," as she obediently sank
by order of Government, to block the
entrance to Charleston harbor. Since
that time, Nantucket is no longer a
force to be reckoned with, but a dear
thing to be loved and cherished by her
own. Her part is no longer to lead but
only to remember. And it is this
sentiment of pride and tenderness, so
strong among the few surviving isl-
anders at home and the many more
"abroad," that has led to the organiza-
tion of the Historical Association. And
if with the islander's loyalty there ex-
ists also a keen perception and enjoy-
ment of his island's idiosyncrasies, let
no presuming ''stranger" think that he
may freely share such enjoyment — it
is for the elect alone.
Hospitality has its limits, and the
old insular pride flames even more
fiercely now than when, in the cosmo-
politan days of the island's ascendancy
and power, her children making their
way all over the globe, hailing from a
home port whose name was the open
sesame to all harbors, could afford a
hearty give-and-take with aliens whom
in their island hearts they despised.
But the days of gay badinage are
over. These are new times, and new
people are coming in who do not
know, who may not understand. With
these new-comers we do not discuss
our island home, though to the rever-
ent and receptive mind often found
among them, we may, when the mood
takes us, reveal some of the reasons
for our love and pride. And so we
gather the symbols of the old life —
and a motley collection it is.
There are household utensils from
the days when wants were few and
shops were none, and the necessity of
the hour was manufactured and in use
before the hour was up. Those were
the times when, whatever might be the
quality or qualification of a man's
brain, his hands must be trained to
some practical use ; when a surveyor
was also a tailor, a school teacher was
a day laborer in other men's fields ;
when blacksmithing and coopering at-
tained the importance and dignity of
the learned professions in this almost
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ideal community where everybody was
related to everybody else, with only
twenty grandfathers among them,
whose names were repeated over and
over again on the outmost curve of
the fan shaped family charts.
Of a later date, there are more beau-
tiful articles brought, however, from
foreign lands, for the time came when
the well-to-do housewife sent directly
to St. Petersburg for her six-yard dam-
ask tablecloths and "long towels," to
Navarino or Leghorn for her big poke
bonnets, to Lyons for her velvet capes
and satin pelerines, to Callao and Tal-
cahuana for exquisite embroidery and
drawn-work.
Her messenger, the gallant captain
of a gallant ship of which he was per-
haps part owner, would order in Yo-
kahama or Canton the long sets of fine
china, dropping in at England, may be,
on the way home, for the decoration of
monogram, or coat-of-arms to which
there was legitimate claim.
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However, to the true Nantucketer
domestic manufactures are always the
most interesting, and in truth the isl-
ander could turn his hand to anything,
from harpooning a whale to discover-
ing a comet — having first invented the
telescope that made this latter feat a
possibility.
In these early days of home produc-
tion, when, for instance, George
Swain's wife needed a pricker for the
appetizing biscuits baked in the cov-
ered kettle over the coals — and under
too, since the cover with the turned
up rim was filled with hot embers — it
was George himself who deftly whit-
tled out two thin discs of wood,
pierced one with sharp pointed, hand-
made shingle nails, tacked the second
disc firmly over their clumsy heads,
and in the centre of the bristling nail
points fastened trie carved initials "G.
S.," which thus proclaimed both
ownership and skill.
From the same little Swain house at
Interior
Polpis — until its total collapse, a few
years ago, the "oldest house on the
island" — on the south side of the love-
ly harbor, came this cradle which
rocked the first white child born on the
island, little Mary Starbuck, daughter
of the "Great Mary" whose influence,
according to history, seems to have
been equally powerful in spiritual and
secular affairs.
Near the cradle stands a home-made
loom, for weaving tape, holding still
a bit of the stout web. Among the
house furnishings, besides the ordi-
nary lamp stands and ladder-backed,
rush-bottomed chairs, we see also
handsome three-cornered arm-chairs
made at home for an island bride, a
"swift" for winding her yarn, and
even the embroidered satin slippers
worn at her wedding; samplers and
"mourning pieces" which can hardly
be said to have "adorned" her walls,
though the latter are exquisite speci-
ments of silk tapestrv work, beautiful
in color if not wholly satisfactory in
composition.
Of course one finds in this museum a
complete line of whaling-irons, com-
passes, signals, models of ships, and all
the various odds and ends connected
with shipping, for at one time Nan-
tucket not only built ships but fitted
them in every detail from stem to stern,
from keel to truck.
Fascinating, too, for a rainy morn-
ing are the log-books recording the
voyages of these said ships and holding
between their stained leather or canvas
covers most thrilling tales told simply
in outline by the day's jottings.
As a rule the first mate kept the log
and usually followed time-honored
precedent in beginning with the direc-
tion of the wind, then stating the course
of the ship, events, if any, like the rais-
ing of a sail on the horizon, a "gam," or
the boarding of a derelict, the pursuit
and capture or loss of a blackfish or a
whale, the position of the ship as to lati-
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tude and longitude, and winding up
with the familiar "so ends," whose full
form, sometimes wholly written out,
reads : "So ends the day by the grace
of God."
The margins of these journals are
enlivened with silhouettes of whales
printed with a wooden die about two
inches long; in case of capture the
entire figure is given, with a square
white space left in the centre, in which
is written the number of barrels of oil
obtained; in case of failure the flukes
only are printed by one end of the same
die.
Occasionally the illustrations of
these old logs are done free-hand, and
to the whales are added outline sketches
of islands or carefully drawn miniature
portraits of the ships that were met.
We use the word portrait advisedly, for
a ship comes to have in time a person-
ality almost human. It gives one a
curious sensation to come across a
package tied up in a yellow newspaper
of 1809 and carefully marked, "Papers
belonging to the late ship Thomas" —
lost on the "west coast" (of South
America, of course).
On the other hand, the consideration
shown to the human individuality of
the crew as "crew" may have left some-
thing to be desired either in degree or
mode of manifestation, probably both.
Like the rigging, the crew belonged to
the ship and were used with the same
disregard of consequences, and in case
of damage or loss were replaced with
the same impersonal spirit. Outgoing
short-handed ships often stopped at
the Azores to recruit with Western Isl-
anders, and the following entries, taken
verbatim from a log-book are full of
suggestion to the initiate who under-
stands that the three entities at sea in
order of importance are captain, ship,
mate ; everything and everybody else
having merely a relative significance.
"Sunday, Aug. 2nd,
First part strong winds and squally from
N. W. Lying off and on the north side of
Flores. Boats on shore for recruits. At
6J^ p. m. boats came on board and take our
departure, steering S. S. E. under moderate
sail. Thick weather.
Middle part steer S. E. by S. Make all
sail.
Latter part steer S. S. E. to S. Saw
breeches. Fayal in sight bearing E. S. E.
30 miles distant. At noon strong winds
from N. N. W."
"Monday, Aug. 3rd.
First part strong winds, thick weather
from N. N. W. bteer S. to S. S. W. by
compass 2 points variation. Furl mainsail,
fore and miz-topgallant sail and jib.
Saw killers.* Middle part strong winds,
latter part much the same.
Overhaul recruits, etc. Lat. 36.00 north.
Long. 28.52 at 4 p. m."
An imaginative mind, especially if it
be feminine and more familiar with the
absolute ways of a ship with a man
than with the animus of the denizens of
the "far-off, flashing, bright Azore,"
naturally wonders if the new recruits
feel no regrets when they find them-
selves on board ship in rough weather,
about to undergo the operation plus
the "etc." thus briefly referred to
above.
Visions of the night are often found
in the logs, carefully marked for his-
torical verification on arrival home, for
the annals of the whaling days contain
enough accounts of remarkable coinci-
dences and mysterious happenings to
keep any number of psychological so-
*A species of Orca. Cosmopolitan, car-
nivorous, living on marine mammals, often
attacking the Right whale. Sometimes
called the "wolves of the sea."
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cieties in a pleasant state of excitement
for an indefinite time.
Just one more log-book item, and
we will leave the library for another
day.
"Remarks on board ship Washington, 184.
Nine months out. — 25bbls. sperm oil. — Oh,
dear!"
But think not that the momen-
tary feeling of discouragement was
anything more than that. The Nan-
tucket captain was made of sterner
stuff. Defeat was rarely encountered
and never recognized. Tradition tells
us that one of these captains, returning
from a three years' cruise with an
empty hold, met the pilot's hail of
"What luck?" with the cheerful an-
nouncement, "Haven't got any oil, but
I've had a mighty good sail !" The
Historical Association does not happen
to possess the documentary evidence of
the truth of this statement, moreover
it is a matter of history that never an
empty hold was brought back to the bar
by Nantucket captain ; — but we all be-
lieve the essential truth of the story,
revealing as it does the undaunted
spirit of the man whom we all know.
Perhaps one of the most interesting
of these collections is the string of lan-
terns extending quite across the room,
just under the gallery — a portion re-
maining of the second floor where were
taught the girls of the Quaker school,
the boys being on the ground floor.
This was the original purpose of the
building which was later used as a
Meeting House, the gallery enclosed
with movable partitions serving for the
business meetings of the women
Friends.
From the lanterns, pathetically
empty and wickless as they are, pale
rays of light still slant backwards on
the island life. For the seeing eye, their
power of illumination has not quite
vanished with the oil and spermaceti
that fed them.
The perforated tin deck-lantern near
the middle blinked its countless eyelids
at the salt spray through some of those
early and dangerous experimental voy-
ages ; though with a light behind them
of literally one candlepower, as it
swayed in the rigging in the night's
darkness, it could hardly have given
light enough to show more than its
good intentions.
Rebecca Sims carried the next lan-
tern at the right, on her merchant voy-
ages about 1850, and the handsome
brass mountings and chains of the mid-
dle lantern once brightened even the
gloom of daylight in the cabin of a
Macy whaler.
Third from the brass chains, and be-
longing to the period of fine houses and
lavish entertainments, is suspended a
hall lantern containing an elaborately
fluted sperm oil lamp, while on its left
might hang the very lantern of Dog-
berry and Verges, for it is truly made
of horn, scraped to the pearly translu-
cence of the Nantucket fog. It really
does not date from Shakespeare's time,
being but a modern affair, not more
than fifty or sixty years old. It was
made by the last elder or overseer of
the "Fair St. Meeting;" a man of
genius and of Quaker sanctity as well,
who, one stormy First Day a few years
ago, held, together with one woman
Friend, the last service in the old meet-
ing-house where his lantern now
hangs.
Alone he sat on the men's side of the
elder's raised bench facing the meeting,
and after a few minutes of silence he
was moved to ask Friend H., alone on
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her side in the body of the house, to
come up and sit on the elder's bench,
but she refused, feeling that she was
not "worthy." So for the hour these
two sat in the stillness. At last the
Elder rose and came down the steps
and with a grave hand-shake the meet-
ing "broke up" and the two old wor-
shippers, the last of their sect, passed
out into the storm never more to meet
in the beautiful silent communion of
the Friends.
But this is a digression. Let us to
our lanterns again. The Nantucket
ship Rose carried the fourth lantern
from the left on both whaling and mer-
chant voyages. Artists seem to agree
that this is the most beautiful of all
the lanterns, on account of its propor-
tions and of the exquisite openwork
design of the copper mountings.
The tiny lantern, fifth on the right, is
nothing more than a glass chimney
with bottom and cover of metal, but it
was a great improvement upon the tin
lanterns, and its first owner, arriving
late at his own wife's tea-party, gave
as his excuse that his new lantern, be-
ing so much brighter than the moon,
had bewildered him so that he had lost
his way among the sand dunes of the
cliff.
In the corner of the big fire-places of
long ago, there used to hang a slender
iron rod, and from a hook at the end
there was suspended a little tin lamp
like the third in the row, holding no
more than a gill of sperm oil, and by the
light of this "coffee-pot" lamp the won-
derful old embroidery was done, as well
as the coarser household sewing. A
larger sized lamp and also a more elab-
orate one of the same style was used
aboard ship. The latter had four tubes,
each with a cotton wick which fed the
oil too freely for entire combustion, so
the surplus trickled over into the little
troughs under each tube and ran down
into the lower compartment of the
lamp. This method was thrifty and
clean, even if odoriferous, but in the at-
mosphere of the fo'castle or the blub-
ber-room, one smell more or less was
probably a matter of no importance.
The big lantern, Number 9, used to
swing aloft, "long in the forties," at the
bow of a hand fire-engine, not differing
greatly from some still in use on the
island. One of these ancient "tubs"
lately condemned by the town is now
anchored fast to the old Meeting
House. This machine is painted
shrimp pink, its brass balls and bells
are kept beautifully polished, its age is
respected, and it is also carefully pro-
tected by a capacious tarpaulin for
nights and wet days.
From the lanterns, one naturally
drifts to the lamps, to which an entire
case is devoted. This pewter lamp
hung with a swivel was in constant use
and perpetual motion for forty years in
the cabin of the South Shoal lightship,
forty miles off Nantucket to the south,
whose mast-head lanterns are the last
seen and first sighted by the outgoing
and incoming European steamers.
The tiny pewter lamp in the fore-
ground of the first group was the
prophecy of the double-flounced "petti-
coat" lamp in the second group. And
the pear-shaped ground glass lamp in
the latter illustration is one of a pair
still holding the molasses-colored whale
oil with which it was filled by one of
the famous Folgers some "thirty odd"
years ago. It must not be inferred,
however, that it has burned steadily
ever since that time.
Among the first group mentioned
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In the Harbor
above are two rather unusual designs
— the 200 year old pewter lamp with
thick bull's eye reflectors, and the one
of gaudily painted tin, with a flat wick
and a tin shade, one of the last patented
for sperm oil.
Between the two is a lamp-picker for
raising the wick, made on board ship,
the standard and handle shaped from a
bit of whale's tooth ; in the foreground
is another, with the steel picker along-
side.
The candlestick in whose covered
saucer is contained flint, steel, and tin-
der and also home-made matches of
shavings dipped in melted sulphur, is
doubtless a familiar object to all New
Englanders at least, and the snuffers
are not at all uncommon in the East.
The glass "dolphin" candlesticks be-
longed to the last resident member of
the orthodox Wilerite Friends who
owned the Meeting House. The
lamp next the "petticoat," white
glass with blue dots, is of inter-
est as being the first kerosene oil
lamp used in a private house in Nan-
tucket, probably in the year 1853,
though previous to that a public exhi-
bition had been given at the Ocean
House of the new discovery for illu-
mination. It was not sufficiently satis-
factory, however, to convince the Nan-
tucketer,who preferred the aromatic at-
mosphere to which he was accustomed,
until the time came when the odor,
smoke, and danger of kerosene had
been greatly modified.
Between whale-oil and kerosene
there was a short and exciting period
of "fluid" which was nothing more nor
less than a preparation of alcohol. An
elaborate lamp of this time is at the left
of the "petticoat."
We must not, as we leave the lamps
pass the corner devoted to foot-stoves
and fire-dogs without a brief glance at
the pair of Dutch smokers once the
property — whence acquired, who shall
say? — of that Quaker importer and
financier, Miriam Coffin. In a little
case near by is her husband's book-
plate, the cause of almost as much anx-
iety, when he brought from England
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this significant bit of worldly vanity,
as was aroused when Miriam built their
ostentatious house in town. From that
house came her thousand-legged table,
and just above it hangs the blue-edged
platter on which she served the much-
prized calf's head dinner. There is on
the wall a faded ambrotype of this fa-
mous woman, copied doubtless from
an oil painting. The firm, strong fea-
tures, the direct gaze, the expression
of power and determination make us
wonder to what extent her remarkable
business ability was held in check by
the ribbon strings of that dainty
Quaker cap.
The portraits would require a day by
themselves. Just a moment before the
row of life-size silhouettes, all descend-
ants of Ruth Gardner, who heads the
procession.
True Nantucket faces all, of a van-
ishing type never to be reproduced.
This early race served its turn in the
one great scheme and the world is
stronger because of it.
The old Nantucket is a thing of the
past, along with the useless lanterns
and the empty lamps, the folded hands
and the closed eyes. A new Nantucket
is being evolved, but what shall be its
character no prophet may yet foretell.
Shepherd
By Stephen Tracy Livingston
SWEET word from old Judsean time,
And Arcady of gentle ways,
What part hast thou in this our grime
And haste and roar of modern days?
No peaceful swain with trebling reed
Pipes to his flock by sunny rills ;
Our sheep no guardian watcher need,
To fold them on the starlit hills.
And yet, oh name forever blest,
Thou still art ours to keep and love,-
While mothers guide small feet to rest,
And God doth shelter us above.
3« :-%:-
Bridge in Peaslee Meadows
The King's Highway, Known as the
Common Road From Swan's
Ferry to Back River Mill
By Charles W. Mann
IN these days of modern road build-
ing, of Town, County, and State
Highways (and even private
ways) built of gravel and stone
with the aid of heavy machinery under
the control and management of able
and specially educated men, and with
large and increasing expenditure of
public money for the construction and
maintenance of our thoroughfares;
when all are interested in and many
are studying the subject of good roads ;
when everybody travels with all kinds
of vehicles, from the twenty ton steam
roller to the twenty pound bicycle;
and all unite in desiring perfection in
their highways (even if not reaching
that point in all their ways), it will,
perhaps, be of interest to look back in-
to the very early history of our town
and study the ways of our forefathers.
Our good old town of Methuen,
Essex County, Massachusetts, lying
between the Merrimac River and the
New Hampshire line, and reaching
from Haverhill to Dracut, was incor-
porated in 1725 because of the great
difficulties under which the inhabitants
Gage's Tavern, Methuen
labored on account of "their remote-
ness from the place of Publick Wor-
ship."
The first public building, if it may
be called so, was the pound on Powder
House Hill,built the same year ( 1725 ) ,
one wall of which is still standing.
The first board of selectmen laid out
a road from Hawkes's meadow brook
to James How's well, which probably
extended from near the mouth of the
brook, where Elder Runels had his
farm in later years, connecting with
the path from Richard Messers' Ferry,
established two years before and later
known as Gage's Ferry, and continu-
ing up over the hill by the old road.
This road, now long neglected and al-
most forsaken, is one of the most beati-
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tiful of the many "woodsy" drives in
the vicinity. With a small expenditure
of money, it might be made safe for
pleasure travel, and would add one
more to the many attractions that our
town now possesses. Following on
through Currier Street, where are the
ruins of several very old houses,
around past Tozier's Corner (the cor-
ner of How and Hampstead Streets)
to the How Farm, where the highway
connected with the path running west-
erly, to the south of what was later
called World's End Pond, and now
known as Stillwater, it continued to
Mistake meadows and beyond, and
was known as the Dracut Path.
One other public way might be called
a main line of travel at this time. This
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537
was the path leading from Haverhill
to Spicket Meadows above Salem Vil-
lage, as we now call it, though at that
time a part of Methuen and called the
Spicket Path, first laid out in 1659
and relocated in 1685, as it had be-
come somewhat doubtful where the
line was at that time. The Spicket
Path is probably now known as North
Broadway. Other paths or trails
there were though few if any that
could be called roads. Travel at that
time was on foot, on horseback, or with
ox-teams, and thirty years later we find
only one two-wheeled chaise and nine
calashes in Haverhill, and probably not
one four-wheeled carriage.
The next year, 1726, after much dis-
cussion, the church was begun and the
frame raised on land across the path
from the pound. Now in those days
the centre of the town was where the
church stood, for there all the people
met for their business with each other
as a town, as well as to worship God,
and it soon became necessary to have a
public way, instead of a path over pri-
vate property, to the place of "Pub-
lick Worship."
It had been the custom in Haverhill
to lay out a path for owners of out-
lying meadow or timber land by ap-
pointing two men at a town meeting
to lay the bounds, and they often had
to appoint committees to rediscover
and readjust them, they were so nu-
merous. Roads from one town to an-
other were thus laid out, the road
"from Andiver to Haverell" being laid
by John Osgood and Thomas Hale in
1647, tne road to Salisbury in 1651,
and to Rowley in 1686, showing Hav-
erhill and Andover to be well con-
nected with the lower part of the
county, but with no roads inland or
northward.
The Swimming Hole on the Road to Messers' Ferry
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THE KING'S HIGHWAY
Of course there was much discussion
of the new road to the church, and it
would seem that it became so warm
that the old methods of laying out by
the selectmen or a committee would
not satisfy, and an appeal was taken to
"his Majestis Court of Generall Ses-
sions of the Peace" to summon a jury
of twelve good and lawful men to lay
out the road, and from the action of
the court comes "The King's High-
way," the first road in our town laid
by an authority greater than that of the
town meeting, and the first road of any
great importance in our history.
Among the "Barker Papers" given
to our Historical Society by Deacon
Foster of Milford, N. H., we find the
"Return of the Jury," which is as fol-
lows:
Essex ss. Anno Regni Regis Georgii
nunc Magna Britania,
Francesca & Hibernia Deccimo Tertio.
At his Majesties Court of Generall Sessions
of the Peace begun & held at Salem for &
within the County of Essex on the last
Tuesday of December being the twenty
seventh day of said month annoque Dom-
ini 1726.
On Reading the Return of the Jury who
were Summoned to lay out a high way or
Common Road from Swan's ferry so called
through the Town of Methuen and part of
Haverhill up to Londonderry and the sher-
iffs Return of the warrant Directed to him
for summoning of them which is as fol-
lows vizt. :
Essex ss. Decern. 3, 1726.
In obedience to the within warrant I
have Summoned Jeremiah Stephens, Lieut.
Thomas Hoyt, Lieut. Orlando Bagley, Jun.,
Ensign Daniel Morrel, Ensign Jacob Sar-
gent, Jarvis Ring Jun., Ephraim Brown,
John Bagley, Benjamin Currier, Sam'l.
Reynolds, John Harvey & Nathaniel Fitts a
jury of Twelve good & lawfull men to lay
out the high way or Common Road in the
within written Warrant mentioned to appear
at Haverhill on the fifth day of December
Currant, who accordingly Appeared and
were Sworn before John White Esqr. one
of his majesties Justice of the Peace for the
County of Essex to lay out the Said high
way According to law & their best Skill
and Judgment, who upon the Sixth day of
this instant December went upon the Spot
& viewing the Same have laid out Said
high way or Common Road from Swan's
Ferry so Called to a pitch pine Tree marked
H Standing near Back River mill, and have
Also Estimated the Damages that Particular
Persons have Sustained by the same as by
their Return under their hands & seal here-
unto Annexed may at large Appear Mr.
Swan has paid the Justice, the Jury & my
fees. In witness of all above written I
have hereunto Set my hand the 7th day of
Decemb. 1726.
Benj. Marston, Sheriff.
We the Subscribers being Appointed and
Sworn a Jury to lay out the high way or
Road within mentioned According to our
best Skill an ' Judgment and Agreeable to
law having met on the Spot on the Sixth
day of Decemb. 1726 id lay out the Said
way as follows, vizt. :
To begin at Swan's ferry so Called and to
Run four rods wide as the path now goes
untill you Come to the meeting house frame
and so Along by the west End of the Said
frame to the path at Jonathan Emmersons
land and so through Said Emmersons land
about fifty Six rods to a small Black oak
marked Standing on the East Side of the
Road so long about One Hundred and
Twenty rods as the line now Runs between
land of Kimball & others & Thomas Silver
laying four rods wide in upon the Said
land of Kimball and Others & So upon a
Straight line to a Town highway & through
the said way to a large white oak markd
and from thence to a Black oak markd and
from thence on a Straight line to Mud-
dy Brook Bridge so Called, thence through
Sam'l. Clarks land to his house by Severall
markd Trees then through Thomas Eatons
land About Thirty Six rods by Two black
oak Trees markd thence to Run between the
land of Said Eaton & Ephraim Clarks two
rods wide in upon each of their lands then
through Said Clarks land about Forty rods
bounded by Two white oaks markd then
Messers' Ferry
about fifty rods thro Sainl. Curriers land
bounded by a Walnut tree markd a great
rock & a black oak stump all being on the
west side of the way & so to Run between the
Said Samuel Currier & John Baileys land
About Twenty Two rods and to be Two
rods wide in upon Each of their lands.
Then to Turn Northeasterly round the
said Bayley's land till you Come to a white
oak tree markd Standing by a Brook upon
Evan Jones land and so thro' the Said
Jones land to an heap of Rocks by the Town
high way and so by the said way to Spicket
River, then over Said River through Jos-
eph Peaslee meadow then through Nathan-
iel Peaslee land along by Severall markd
trees to the Bridge by Peaslee mill so
Called, so over Said Bridge through the
Said Peaslee land by marked trees till you
Come to the End of Said Peaslees land
then through land of the Proprietors of
Haverhill by markd Trees till you Come
(to) a pitch pine tree markd H. near the
Back River mill where we Ended the work.
The markd Trees Referred to in the
Above written Stand on the Westerly side
of the road & the Said Road is to be under-
stood to Keep Four rods wedth throughout
the whole way from Swan's Ferry to Back
River mill before mentioned.
In laying out of the Above said way we
have had Regard to the Committee Return
and the Conveniency of the Publick And
have as little Prejudiced Particular Per-
sons as was Possible. But some Persons
being unavoidably damaged We Estimate
their Damage thus To Samuel Clark for
Running through his land Ten pounds and
to Evan Jones for Damage to him Ten
pounds and to Joseph Peaslee for crossing
his meadow four pounds and as for the
Other lands through which the Afore men-
tioned Road or highway Passes We are of
Opinion that the Respective Owners thereof
are Rather benefitted than damnified by the
same. In witness whereof We have here-
unto Set our hands & Seals the Seventh
day of December 1726.
Jeremiah Stevens
Danl. Morrel.
Ephm. Brown.
Saml. Runnels.
Thomas Hoyt.
Jacob Sargent.
John Bagley.
John Harvey.
Orlando Bagley, Jr.
Jarvis Ring. Jr.
Bent. Currier.
Nath Fitts.
What an interestiru
old document
5 -'9
The Eaton House
we have here ! As we study it we gain
a great deal of information from it.
We find that this King George, whose
"Court of Generall Sessions of the
Peace" issued it, was the first George,
King of Great Britain, France, and
Ireland, a German unable to speak
English, and the grandfather of the
George III. who, fifty years later,
brought on the war of the American
Revolution and was defeated by
George Washington. From all of
which we begin to realize that this
"King's Highway" is a very old way
indeed.
Even the date of this old paper is of
interest, for some of the great nations
of the world as we know them now
were but in their feeble infancy at the
time. It was in the thirteenth year of
the reign of Frederick William of
Prussia, the father of Frederick the
Great, the famous general who brought
his country to a commanding position
among the nations of Europe, and
ruled for forty-seven years. (One of
his last public acts was the conclusion
of a commercial treaty with the United
States of America, then in their fifth
year of freedom from England.) It
was scarce a year after the death of
the greatest of all Russians, Peter the
Great, who, like Frederick, was the
"Father of his Country," and who
founded and built the city of St. Pet-
ersburg only twenty years before.
Again, when we realize that James
Watt, who watched the tea kettle and
invented the steam engine, did not see
daylight till ten years later, we sure-
ly have right to claim that this road
was laid out in an age remote from
our day. .
Coming again to our own local his-
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53*
tory, we find that the year before a
scouting party was in service during
September and October as a defense
against the Indians who were lurking
among these same old black and white
oaks, and the firing of guns was heard,
to distress and annoy the settlers.
Only after four years more was it
thought safe to remove the fort from
around the Haverhill parsonage ; and
but ten years previously five full
grown wolves were killed 111 Haverhill.
A year later occurred the great fall
of snow, driving the deer from the
woods, followed by the wolves that
killed many of them. Thus, with dan-
gers from Indians and wild beasts
hardly past and keenly remembered,
we see that the laying out of a road
eight miles or more in length, and
much of it through an unbroken forest
of old growth timber, was no small
undertaking and required a great deal
of that courage and push for which our
forefathers were so noted. These vir-
tues have descended in some degree at
least to the present generation, who in
that vicinity are still pushing for new
and better roads, and getting them too,
just as they did one hundred and sev-
enty years ago.
Let us now trace the line of this
King's Highway which was "under-
stood to Keep Four rods wedth
throughout the whole way," but today
has been so encroached upon that it
varies from forty feet to little over fif-
ty feet, and so never has become the
broad thoroughfare that its projectors
desired. It is perhaps of interest to
note that previous to this the road in
Haverhill from Holt's rocks to San-
der's Hill was laid twelve rods wide,
and in 1754 cut down to four rods,
while in 1744 what is now Merrimac
Street was laid only fortv feet wide.
The Joel Porter Place
The Grfat Rock
The King's Highway begins at
Swan's Ferry (which crossed the Mer-
rimac from Andover, now North An-
dover, to Methuen) at a point near
what is now the Lawrence city farm,
and followed the path "untill you
Come to the meeting house frame."
This part of it is still known as Ferry
Street in Lawrence, but is at present
called Prospect Street in Methuen,
though commonly termed the How
Road for many years. Then, follow-
ing Prospect Street to Marston Cor-
ner it becomes How Street to the cor-
ner of Hampstead Street, whence it
follows the latter to the Salem line,
where we lose our interest in it without
tracing it to the "pitch pine marked H
near the Back River mill."
It seems that this road was not for
local convenience only, but was a part
of the road to Londonderry, which
place had been incorporated four years
before, although settled three years
earlier still by sixteen families of
Scotch-Irish under the name of Nut-
field. These people brought the potato
with them, and Wra. White of Haver-
hill raised the first ones. Having a
crop of four bushels he greatly over-
stocked the market. This also may
have been a part of the road from
Haverhill to Pennacook (now Con-
cord, N. H.), which was settled by
Haverhill men the year before, one
condition of the grant being that a road
should be cut through from Haver-
hill.
Of the metes and bounds described
we recognize but three in what is now
Methuen ; the two brooks and the great
rock, the former apparently "going on
forever" while the latter seems to have
"forever stood." It should forever
stand as an ancient landmark, with a
proper inscription and date showing
its history. "Muddy Brook so called"
is the one near the corner of the Slough
Road at the Worthen place, and the
great rock is near the house of Charles
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533
Merrill, while the brook upon Evan
Jones's land is at the foot of the hill
a short distance beyond.
It cannot be claimed surely that
there is even one house now standing
that was built before the laying out of
this road, though the old house on
Ferry Street toward the river from
East Haverhill Street dates well back
Weed Eastman as pastor of the First
Church. The Eaton house next above
"Grovesnors Corner" still stands on
land once belonging to the Thomas
Eaton mentioned in the Jury return,
and descending in his family to the
father of one now living, Mrs. Emily
Eaton Davis, who may claim as direct
descent from the original settlers of
Hastings Ela\
toward that time, and was once occu-
pied by old "Master Isaac Swan" who
was related to Asie Swan, one of the
first selectmen of the town, and lived
near by. "Gage's Tavern," for many
years past occupied by Eben Whittier,
is one of the old mansions, though
probably not reaching back quite to the
times before the road. Eighty-two
years ago a council of twelve churches
met there to settle the Rev. Jacob
Methuen and the dwellers upon the
King's Highway as any one. The old
Hastings house near "Muddy Brook
Bridge" must have been built long ago,
though perhaps not the first house
built at that place. We can locate the
sites of some of the old houses by the
cellars and wells found along the line.
The old well on Powder House Hill in
land belonging to Mr. Edward F.
Searles marks the spot where Phineas
Marston's Corner
Messer lived, who was born in 1750
and died in 1836, being for many years
the leading musician of the town and
the head of the musical society then in
existence. The house on the Marston
place is the fourth one built on the
same site, the first one being a house of
refuge built of heavy plank, with loop-
holes for defense against the assaults
of Indians, and probably standing by
the path (the Indian trail of a few years
previous) before the road was laid out.
The cross roads at the Marston place
now goes by the name of "Marston
Corner," as shown by a suitable stone
monument in memory of the Marston
family whose home was there for more
than a hundred years, and whose lives
and fortunes are closely identified with
the early history of our country and
our town. To this family we are for-
ever indebted for the courage, ability,
and usefulness they displayed in their
day and generation, which preserved
much that we enjoy in ours. This
family was represented in the army, in
the Indian wars, at the siege of Louis-
burg, and through the battles of the
Revolution, and the war of 1812. Some
of its members are pioneer settlers in
many towns in New England, and
some went farther west and south. At
this corner stood the old blacksmith
shop, one of the first in the town, for
half a century or more, and on the op-
posite side of the road was the old red
school house of our childhood days.
Among the names of the abutters
mentioned in the document we find six
who soon after became members of the
First Church, four of them at its for-
mation in 1729, one in 1731, and one
in 1734. They were Thomas Silver,
Samuel Clark, John Bailey, Thomas
Eaton, Samuel Currier, and Evan
Jones. James How lived on that part
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535
of it which had been laid out the year
previous, and was chosen a deacon in
1732. Of these men we know but lit-
tle. We find their names on the church
roll and most of them on the early tax
lists of the town among the well-to-do
citizens of the time. Thomas Eaton
was one of the first schoolmasters of
the town, besides owning one of the
best farms, it being taxed one shilling
and eight pence, while his personal
property tax was only four pence less.
His father witnessed the will of Rev.
John Ward, the first minister of Hav-
erhill, in 1692, was selectman of Hav-
erhill in 1675, was killed by the Indians
in 1697. The How Farm was evi-
dently then as now the best on the road,
as James How paid the heaviest real
estate tax, being assessed two shillings ;
but while rich in land he was not so
blessed with personal property, which
was taxed only one shilling. The one
resident of the "King's Highway" at
this time bearing the family name of
any of those mentioned in the return,
is Isaiah How, a descendant of Deacon
James How.
Richard Currier, being one of a
family of fifteen, removed from Hav-
erhill in 1735, only nine years after the
laying out of the road, to land on or
near the road. He was a neighbor
to Thomas Eaton, and the same land
has descended in the family to its pres-
ent owner Stephen Currier; but we
can hardly trace it back nine years
more to Samuel Currier, whose land
was crossed by the new road. In re-
pairing the road at the How Farm a
few years ago, at the brook, we found
three stone culverts built one above
another, as the grade was raised from
time to time.
About thirty-five years after the lay-
ing out of the road Robert Hastings
watched his father set a small elm
tree by the roadside near his house
just north of Muddy Brook Bridge.
When Robert was a small boy he at
times amused himself by climbing the
little tree and swinging down as the
boys often do now upon the birches.
Robert Hastings was born in 1750,
lived four score and six years, and was
gathered to his fathers ; the little elm
still stood to shelter and protect his
household, and now, after three score
years more have passed away, there
stands the noblest elm of the country
round, the most interesting landmark
of the King's Highway, a noble monu-
ment of the love and care of one of the
early settlers who planted not for him-
self, but for the blessing of many gen-
erations vet to come.
The Fruit of His Bravery
By D. H.
THE Pacific Overland was due
to leave the Union Station at
8 124. At 7 :oo, Express Mes-
senger Tom Wilson closed
the front door of the modest dwelling
in which he lived. He did not slam the
door as some men would have done ; he
Talmadge
latched it gently, thus displaying a fine
sense of consideration for the nerves of
those within. Once or twice before
reaching the avenue which led direct to
the station, he stopped and looked
back, as if hoping that some one might
call to him. But the door remained
536
THE FRUIT OF HIS BRAVERY
closed and no one called. He went on
to the long night's work.
He had eaten supper that evening.,
as was his custom when at the home
end of the run, in company with his
wife and his wife's mother, and he had
not enjoyed the meal keenly for the
reason that he and the elder lady were
not congenial. They jarred upon each
other. There was between them a lack
of that respect which is so essential to
pleasant relations among all animals.
The conversation that evening had
turned upon the subject of foreign
travel, Mrs. Wilson having mentioned
in a purely incidental way that a friend
of hers was on the verge of a trip to
Europe.
"I think it is just lovely," she said.
"I told Grace I'd give anything if I
could take such a trip."
"Grace married a successful man,"
said her mother, casting a significant
glance at Tom. "Your father and I
visited Europe in the fall of '81, and
I had hoped that you would be able
some day to do the same, but" — con-
centrating her gaze upon Tom, who
was looking steadfastly at his plate —
"I'm afraid you never will."
She gave vent to a dismal sigh, and
Tom shuffled his feet uneasily but said
nothing. He was used to such things.
Scarcely a day passed that some re-
flection was not made upon his failure
to provide as much money for his
wife's disposal as she had been pro-
vided with in her girlhood. True, her
father had failed at last. Nothing re-
mained of the former vast estate but
the cottage in which they lived. He
had carried a small insurance on his
life — not enough to suport his wid-
ow in comfort ; and when he had died
Tom and his wife, who was an only
child, had sacrificed the greater portion
of their honeymoon, foregoing their
dream of happiness unalloyed, and had
taken up their abode with the old lady,
who had declared that she positively
could not live alone.
"It is my duty, dear," Mrs. Wilson
had said to her husband. "I must take
care of mamma."
"Why of course," Tom had assented,
although he felt certain misgivings.
"One of us may be old and alone some
time. We'll move in at once, my love."
And move in they did. Tom did not
like it, but he never said so. When the
fact was made much of that the shoes
he bought for his wife were poor,,
cheap things compared with those she
thought she had to have when she was
a girl, he flushed and swelled a bit un-
der the ears but held his peace. When
the husband of one of his wife's friends
was promoted for conspicuous gallan-
try in the Spanish war to a lucrative
position in the War Department, he
listened to a series of acrid comments^
directed squarely at his own face be-
yond possibility of error, and curbed
the desire to answer back. And so it
went on for many weeks and months.
The strain told upon him somewhat.
More than once the plethora of his sup-
pressed temper was visited upon his
wife, for whom he had no sentiment in
his breast but love. Such demonstra-
tion was unjust, but it was really nec-
essary for the preservation of peace.
He took it for granted that she would
understand, and he was pained because
she did not seem to do so. Gradually
the honey oozed out of their life and
only the comb was left.
Perhaps it would have been better
had he asserted himself more forcibly.
There were moments during the nights
THE FRUIT OF HIS BRAVERY
537
when he was alone in the express car
that he worked himself into a state of
indignation quite tremendous, resolv-
ing with many frowns and clutchings
of the hands to adopt a different and
less pacific policy. But he had never
done so. His nature forbade, not be-
cause he was afraid but because he was
not afraid. And it came to pass that
the wisdom of his course was proven
good.
His thoughts were dwelling upon
the matter that night, long after the
Pacific Overland had left the Union
Station. The rush of work was over,
and he was sitting in front of the ex-
press safe, his chin upon his breast,
his hands in his pockets, his legs out-
stretched. Suddenly the train came to
a standstill, and he aroused himself
wondering what was wrong, for they
were far from a station in a rough
country.
Caution prevented him from opening
the door or looking from the barred
windows. So he waited, hearing the
sound of voices faintly, feeling the jar
as the car was uncoupled from the rest
of the train, nervously handling his
two pistols. He had not long to wait.
The car was drawn forward possibly
a mile, then stopped, and the door was
pounded upon.
"Open up here or we'll blow you to
pieces !" called a voice.
Tom gave no reply nor made a
movement to obey the demand.
"Hurry I" called the voice with an
oath.
Two minutes later the car rocked
from the force of an explosion, and
the door was splintered.
"Come out !" called the voice. "Come
out or we'll dynamite you !"
Then for the first time Tom spoke.
"Dynamite and be d — d!" he said, dis-
charging his pistols, one in either hand,
at the doorway.
One of the robbers uttered a yelp of
pain, and for a moment there was si-
lence. Then a fusilade of rifle shots
penetrated the wall of the car. Tom
sprawled upon the floor, not failing for
an instant to cover the doorway with
his pistols, and was not hit. Again
an attempt wras made to enter the car,
and again the attempt failed. Tom was
upon his feet now by the side of the
safe upon which he had placed his am-
munition. The pistols were hot to the
touch. The atmosphere reeked with
powder fumes. He was wet with
sweat.
A dynamite bomb with a sizzling
fuse attached was thrown in at the
doorway and rolled almost to his feet.
He picked it up and threw it back with
scarcely a wink of time to spare before
it burst.
The concussion was followed by a
chorus of howls and groans. The bat-
tle was over.
Presently the engineer's face ap-
peared in the doorway. He grinned
grotesquely, holding up his thumbs.
"The devils have gone, taking their
wounded with them, Tom," he an-
nounced, "and the whole fruit of their
labors amounts to just fifty cents, be-
ing thirty cents handed over at a gun's
point by the fireman and two dimes
that I coughed up myself under the
same influence. My God, boy, you've
earned your salary this night !"
"I believe you," said Tom, quietly,
drawing his sleeve across his grimy
face.
Then they returned for the balance
of the train and went on again, two
hours late.
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THE FRUIT OF HIS BRAVERY
The story was in the papers the next
day under great black headlines. Tom
was the hero of the hour. Crowds
cheered him at many stations by which
the train passed. His passage through
the streets at the home end of the run
amounted to a continuous ovation. At
the door of his home — the door which
he had closed so gently the night be-
fore— his wife welcomed him with
open arms, and sobbed upon his
shoulder.
Supper was steaming upon the table,
and they had seated themselves in their
accustomed places, before the old lady
appeared. Her face wore the severe
expression habitual to it. She greeted
Tom in the same even tone of conde-
scension that had characterized it in
the past. But she was less talkative
than had been her wont.
She listened without show of emo-
tion or especial interest as Tom an-
swered the questions his wife asked.
Yet when she raised a teaspoon to her
lips it might have been observed that
her hand trembled. It was evident also
that she had contracted a cold, for she
cleared her throat many times and
coughed frequently, one paroxysm be-
ing so severe that tears started from
her eyes.
"Mary," said she to her daughter
when napkins were being folded, "I
wish you'd run upstairs and get my
crocheted shawl. 'Tis on my bed, I
think."
Airs. Wilson departed obediently,
and Tom drew an evening paper from
his pocket, half turning his back to the
old lady, and began to read. But the
sheet was struck to the floor at his feet
in that instant, and two old knees were
upon it, and two old hands were upon
his hands.
"O, Tom!" cried his wife's mother,
her voice shaking miserably, "I
thought you were a man of no spirit,
and — and — you were only a gentle-
man ! Forgive me, Tom ! Will you
forgive me ?"
"Why, of course," said Tom bewil-
deredly. "Good Lord! Of course!
Please get up !"
She glanced apprehensively at the
doorway through which her daughter
must come, and arose to her feet.
"And Tom," she whispered rapidly,
"won't you please talk back when I say
things you don't like? Won't you
p-1-e-a-s-e, Tom? I can't — I can't be
meek before Mary. I'm her mother,
and — and — I've just got to keep up.
You won't mind, will you, now that
you understand ?"
"Not a bit," said Tom, "not a bit."
He was gasping from astonishment,
and the fingers which a few hours be-
fore had pressed the triggers of great
grim weapons hung limp at his sides.
When his wife returned he was still
in that attitude, and there was a damp
spot upon his forehead where two old
lips had dabbed a kiss.
The Stars and Stripes a Boston Idea
By George J. Varney
THE troops of which General
Washington took command,
standing under the great
elm in Cambridge, Massa-
chusetts, in July, 1775, were a motley
aggregation of hastily formed militia
regiments or companies, undisciplined
and undrilled, variously and insuffic-
iently armed, and imperfect in all
sorts of equipment. Scarcely were the
companies in a single regiment in sim-
ilar uniform ; for the picturesque and
elegant military costume known as the
"Continental" had not then come into
use.
In flags, the deficiency in number
was more than compensated by variety
oi design. The most acceptable stand-
ard among the Massachusetts men was
a red or, sometimes, a white flag bear-
ing the figure of a pine tree. The cross
of St. George had continued in use on
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THE STARS AND STRIPES A BOSTON IDEA
Massachusetts vessels, but it was ban-
ished from the camp of the besiegers ;
though possibly a newly arrived
Maine or New Hampshire company
may have borne a St. George's cross
with a yellow or gilt crown at the cen-
ter, and the king's monogram below it
in black — banners which their prede-
cessors had borne in the French and
Indian wars or in the glorious cam-
paign against Louisburg.
The first Connecticut regiment pa-
raded that Colony's insignia of a vine
having beneath it the pious and cour-
ageous motto "Qui transtulit susti-
net," on a white field ; while the ban-
ners of the other two (one green, the
other red) had to be made and sent af-
ter them. When, after the evacuation
of Boston by the British, Washington
transferred his headquarters to New
York, the hostility had become too
deeply fixed for patriots to march will-
ingly under any British banner. Some
New Yorkers displayed a flag of
Dutch origin; but by the time Ameri-
cans found it necessary to retreat
across New Jersey and into Pennsyl-
vania, still another flag had become
quite popular. It bore the words "Lib-
erty or Death" on a white field, over a
sword crossed with a staff bearing a
liberty cap. This was the principal
standard at the battle of White Plains.
At least two of the flags carried by
American Patriots in the first and part
of the second year of the war were
the same as those chiefly used by the
British army and navy about Boston.
Evidently the Americans had no com-
mon visible standard around which to
rally; and companies sometimes found
themselves in awkward and dubious
positions. Naturally this diversity in
standards tended to disorder, jealousy,
and insubordination. The matter cer-
tainly gave Washington some con-
cern ; for two of his correspondents in
the Congress received from him let-
ters dated at Cambridge, October 20^
l775> eacn containing the request,
"Please fix on some particular flag,,
and a signal by which our vessels may
know one another." To this was add-
ed the question, "What do you think
of a flag with a white ground, a tree
in the middle, with the motto, 'An Ap-
peal to Heaven ? ' Evidently Wash-
ington had no strong predilection for
his own ensign armorial as the stand-
ard for the people who, he hoped,
would form themselves into a nation.
The cruisers fitted out by the Conti-
nental Congress sailed during the au-
tumn and most of the following win-
ter under flags of nearly this descrip-
tion ; and in the spring the Massachu-
setts Council adopted this form for
the Colony's vessels — making the tree
a pine. Had northern and southern
troops been massed at this time, the
rattlesnake, crescent, and other ban-
ners of the latter section would have
"made confusion worse confounded."
That Congress appreciated some of
the difficulties of the situation in this
respect is shown by the fact that the
committee of their own number sent
by that body to confer with General
Washington in regard to the reorgan-
ization of the army, were instructed
also to devise a flag for the United
Colonies. The committee consisted of
Dr. Benjamin Franklin of Pennsylva-
nia, Colonel Thomas Lynch of Caro-
lina, and Hon. Benjamin Harrison of
Virginia. A letter of General Greene,
then in command at Prospect Hill,
Somerville, says, under date of Octo-
ber 16, 1775, that the committee ar-
THE STARS AND STRIPES A BOSTON IDEA
541
rived "last evening; and I had the
honor to be introduced to that very
great man, Dr. Franklin."
The journals of Congress show that
this service of the committee caused an
absence of six weeks from their seats.
Belknap writes of a conference on the
plan of campaign, in which Judge Na-
thaniel Wales of Connecticut partici-
pated ; that Lynch, Harrison, and
Wales wanted to give Boston to the
flames, so as to expel the British, — to
which plan Hancock had previously
given his consent; but Washington
found a better way.
The journal of a Cambridge lady,
who was the hostess of the committee
during a portion of their sojourn, says
that they arrived on December 13 —
which may have been a return from a
trip to other colonies, or, merely a re-
moval to her residence. The only de-
tailed account which we have of the
proceedings at Cambridge in regard to
the flag is in her memoranda — which
were added to and completed in 1777,
at the request of Dr. Franklin, then in
Paris. This lady's husband was a
highly respected citizen, and his house
was deemed the most secure place for
the discussions which must occur in
the conferences ; wherefore Washing-
ton was desirous that the committee
should lodge there. Two of them
therefore took the only spare room,
while Dr. Franklin shared another
room with an old professor of the col-
lege, then staying with the family.
The Doctor's room-mate was a firm
patriot of extensive information and
philosophic mind. #It is mentioned
that an utterance of his which had be-
come familiar to many of his acquaint-
ances was, "We demand no more (of
England) than our just due; we will
accept and be satisfied with nothing
less than we demand."
The professor and their host were
invited by the committee to become
their associates in designing an Amer-
ican standard. The professor then
proved himself one of the earliest
advocates of woman's equality by
proposing to the visiting statesmen
that the graceful sex be represented
on the flag committee by their hostess.
These Congressmen promptly adopted
the suggestion, and carried it out fully
by appointing the professor and the
lady a special committee to furnish a
design. When at evening the party
came together again, the design was
presented. It consisted of alternate
red and white stripes, thirteen in num-
ber, for the field ; with the union jack
in a white ground in the upper staff-
corner, as a union. Other insignia
had been suggested and discussed.
The stripes corresponded to the bars
with stars, so familiar to Washington
in his family escutcheon; and those
very fitting emblems could scarcely
have failed of respectful considera-
tion.
In placing the design before the
committee, the professor made a some-
what formal address in its explanation
and advocacy, the main points of
which — much condensed — were the
following :
"We are now self-acknowledged Colonies,
— dependencies of Great Britain ; which gov-
ernment we, as loyal subjects, humbly sue
for justice. These demands will, of course,
in the future as in the past, be neglected or
denied. Yet we must not alienate our com-
panions ; but our justice-demanding and
freedom-loving countrymen will soon learn
that there is no hope for us as British Col-
onists, and that we can secure the rights
we contend for only as the loyal and united
citizens of a free and independent Ameri •
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THE STARS AND STRIPES A BOSTON IDEA
can nation. The flag which we now offer
must testify in its design to our present loy-
alty as, English subjects, and yet have a
form to be easily modified, so as to an-
nounce and represent the new nation that
is rapidly forming. . . . The field
of our flag must, therefore, be an entirely
new one, — because it will represent a new
nation; second, the field must be one hith-
erto unused as a national flag, — because it
will represent a nation with an entirely new
principle in its government, — the equal
rights of man as man."
It was then explained that the thir-
teen longitudinal and horizontal
stripes would be readily understood to
represent the thirteen existing Colo-
nies ; and that their equal width typi-
fied the equal rank, rights, and respon-
sibilities of the several Colonies; and
the union of the stripes in the field of
the flag would announce the unity of
interests and the co-operative union of
efforts which the Colonies recognize
and put forth in their common
cause. The white stripes will signify
that we consider our demands just and
reasonable, and that we seek to secure
our rights through peaceable, intelli-
gent, and statesmanlike means, if pos-
sible ; and the red stripes at the top
and bottom of the flag will declare
that first and last and always we have
the determination, the enthusiasm, and
the power to use force whenever we
deem force necessary. The alternation
of the red and white stripes will sug-
gest that our reasons for all demands
will be intelligent and forcible, and
that our force in securing our rights
will be just and reasonable. He said
further :
"There are other reasons for making
this the field of our flag; but it will
be time enough to consider them, when, in
the near future, we, or our successors, are
considering — not a temporary flag for asso-
ciated and dependent colonies, but a per-
manent standard for a united and inde-
pendent nation."
No doubt the conversation previ-
ously held on the subject, including
suggestions of General Washington,
furnished the basis of this discourse;
yet there is a terse strength in its pas-
sages which the reader will scarcely
fail to note — as well as the clearness
with which the professor sets forth
the fitness of the emblems to represent
harmoniously abstract principles and
existing conditions. The design pre-
sented a progressive flag, one that
would not offend American citizens
who were slower to apprehend the in-
evitable trend of events, and yet one
that could be fully developed by a
slight change in the canton — such as
the substitution of a constellation of
the heavens* for the union jack.
This new American flag was not,
however, the first banner that bore
alternate red and white stripes; for
they constituted the figure on the
standard presented to the Philadelphia
Light Horse, in the autumn of 1775,
by Captain Abraham Markoe, a well-
known merchant and ship-owner of
that city. The field of both flags was
doubtless suggested by that used by
the British East India Company, haif
a century before, — then still remem-
bered by some in both ports. The flag
with stripes alone had only a commer-
cial meaning to the world until the
Americans flung it out with thirteen
of the stripes — the number in the
other flags not exceeding ten.
The diminutive model prepared by
the professor and their hostess proved
satisfactory to the committee, and was
formally adopted by them. As quickly
* There is elsewhere evidence tending to support
the belief that the constellation Lyra was mentioned,
but it is not conclusive.
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543
as possible, full-size garrison flags
were made in exact accordance with
the design presented.
Now comes a conflict in dates. A
memorial stone set up on Prospect
Hill, Somerville, a few years ago by
the local historical society, bears the
inscription, "On this hill the Union
Flag with its thirteen stripes, the em-
blem of the United Colonies, first bade
defiance to an enemy, January i,
1776." This date is doubtless taken
from Frothingham's "Siege of Bos-
ton," whose authority appears to have
been the letter of a Lieutenant Carter,
who was with the British on Charles-
town Fleights when the new flag was
run up. Writing under date of Janu-
ary 26, 1776, Lieutenant Carter says:
"The king's speech was sent by flag to
them (the Americans) on the first instant.
In a short time after they received it, they
hoisted a union flag (above the Continental
with thirteen stripes) at Mt. Pisgah (the
name by which Prospect Hill was known
to the British) ; their citadel fired thirteen
guns, and gave the like number of cheers."
The account by the Cambridge host-
ess places the first raising of this flag
on the second day of the month, and
also mentions the salute — which was
fired on Prospect Hill. A letter of
General Washington, however, will
generally be regarded as settling this
doubt. Writing under date of January
4, 1776, to Colonel Joseph Reed, the
General says :
"We are at length favored with the sight
of his Majesty's most gracious speech,
breathing sentiments of tenderness and com-
passion for his deluded American subjects;
the speech I send you (a volume of them
was sent out by the Boston gentry, the
British officers and the Tories) ; and far-
cical enough — we gave great joy to them
without knowing or intending it ; for it was
on that day (the 2nd) which gave being to
our new army (the reorganization of the
hitherto heterogeneous force having just
been completed) ; but before the proclama-
tion came to hand we hoisted the (new)
union flag in compliment to the United
Colonies. But, behold ! it was received at
Boston as a token of the deep impression
the speech made upon us, and as a signal of
submission. By this time I presume they
begin to think it strange that we have not
made a formal surrender."*
As a matter of fact the troops tore
up the copies of the speech and made
little bonfires of them.
The account by the lady afore-men-
tioned says that the flag was raised by
the hands of Washington himself, with
appropriate ceremonies, in which the
military participated, "the commis-
sioners"— perhaps from Connecticut,
Rhode Island and New Hampshire —
being present. The staff, according to
the same account, was a towering pine-
tree liberty pole, specially erected for
the purpose. Another letter of Wash-
ington says "soon after the flag-rais-
ing at headquarters, we marched to
the citadel on Prospect Hill, and par-
ticipated in the ceremonies there." On
March 4, 1776, there was issued to
the army from headquarters, the fol-
lowing order :
"The flag on Prospect Hill and that at
Laboratory on Cambridge Common are or-
dered to be hoisted only upon a general
alarm."
By this it appears that while head-
quarters and the chief citadel had each
a union flag, we may fairly infer that
other points were still without them,
after two months had passed. The
fact is, that the troops still looked to
their own Colonies to prescribe their
colors.
There is no record of any action by
American Archives, 4th series, Vol. Ill, p. 1126.
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THE STARS AND STRIPES A BOSTON IDEA
Congress upon a report of this Cam-
bridge Committee ; but the flag was
used thereafter to some extent by the
army, and it was flown by the belated
portion of the fleet of Commodore
Hopkins, which did not sail from the
Delaware until February 17th.* Hon.
John Jay, in a letter dated in July,
1776, expressly states that Congress,
up to that date, had made no order
"concerning Continental colors, and
that captains of armed vessels had fol-
lowed their own fancies" in respect to
standards. It is well-known that pre-
vious to the summer of 1777, all ves-
sels, especially privateers, generally
bore the colors of their ports or of the
colony which chartered them, some-
times with devices peculiar to their
mercantile or to their family connec-
tion.
Scanning these various flags the
philosophic eye can now see that the
people at large were gradually putting
aside old forms and attachments, and
developing by degrees, through one
phase of sentiment after another — not
always noble — better conceptions of
popular liberty and loftier national
ideals.
According to the records and recol-
lections of the family of Mrs. Eliza-
beth Ross (the worthy maker of a
great number of American flags for
the army and navy) and of Mrs. Wil-
son, her niece, who succeeded to her
business, it was in June, 1776, that
General Washington, together with
Colonel George Ross and Hon. Robert
Morris, brought to Mrs. Ross the
rough design of a flag with thirteen
red and white stripes, bearing a
union with thirteen stars, from which
" Scharf and Wcstcott's Hist, of Philadelph
Vol. T, p. 303.
she was directed to make a flag. Mrs.
Ross, it appears, pointed out the un-
usual number of six points in the stars
in the drawing, which Washington, at
her suggestion, at once changed to
five. The tradition is believed to be
trustworthy.
From the same source we learn that
the exact form of the canton, or
"union," in this particular flag was a
blue field bearing a spread eagle with
thirteen stars in a circle of rays sur-
rounding its head. Was this the way
the eagle got into the American insig-
nia, and came early to be regarded as a
sacred bird, the killing of which was
an omen of ill ?
It can scarcely be doubted that a
union of stars, as in our present flag,
was proposed at Cambridge, but con-
sidered premature — for reasons given
by the professor for the temporary use
of the union jack — and was at this
time carried out by General Washing-
ton.
Various historical publications state
that General Washington was sum-
moned to Philadelphia, in May of
1776, to confer with Congress on the
conduct of the war. These absences
of Washington from headquarters
were without jeopardy, as there were
no British troops in any of the thirteen
colonies from the day of the evacua-
tion of Boston until almost the date of
the adoption of the Declaration of In-
dependence.
It would be no suddenness in con-
duct for Washington to put forth a de-
sign for the flag of a new nation at this
time ; for it was known by his associ-
ates that as early as January 1, 1776,
he confidently expected and desired
independence to be avowed at an early
day. Neither would the display of
THE STARS AND STRIPES A BOSTON IDEA
545
such a flag at this time forestall the
action of Congress ; for John Adams
had on the 6th of May previous of-
fered the resolution which was passed
on the ioth; the preamble to which,
presented subsequently and adopted
on the 15th, plainly declares the pur-
pose of independence — as Adams
himself remarks in a letter to his wife,
under date of May 17, 1776.* It would
seem as though the Commander-in-
Chief should have been too much in
earnest to wait longer for a standard
about which all his troops would rally,
even if Dr. Franklin did not suggest
to him that it was time a proper flag
was ready for Congress to authorize.
One writer on the flag (whom a few
others seem inclined to follow) con-
tends that the Ross date is erroneous,
and that Washington's visit was not
until the following year; but in 1777
the enemy was giving the Commander-
in-Chief all he could attend to and
more — in New York and New Jersey,
so that he had no time to travel to
Philadelphia for the manufacture of
flags. Indeed I do not think that
Washington was once in Philadelphia
from early spring until the 23d of
August, in that year, — on which day
he marched his army through the city
on the way to Wilmington, with the
British forces following quickly on
his movements. The year 1777, in-
stead of 1776, appears to have been
fixed upon by the afore-mentioned
writer, mainly because it was in that
year that the design of the flag was
formally adopted by Congress.
Were one of these early flags, made
by Betsy Ross under the direction of
Washington, now in existence, it
would be worth its weight in gold —
staff and all. But these interesting
emblems of the new republic, pierced
by the shot of many a battle-field,
stained by the sulphurous smoke,
soaked by the rains, stiffened in the
freezing sleet, buffeted by many winds,
were torn into ribbons and shreds long
before that terrible seven years of war
were over and the independence they
signified nobly won. There is one flag
still existing — not hitherto so noted in
its origin as that first one of Mrs. Ross
— which, probably, is the only ensign
made under Washington's supervision
that living eyes have ever seen. It is
the "Paul Jones starry flag" worn by
the Bon Homme Richard — the first
stars and stripes ever flown upon the
sea.
Admiral Preble in his history of our
country's flags says that the official
documents place the identity of this
flag beyond a doubt. He further says :
"It was made in Philadelphia by
Misses Mary and Sarah Austin, under
the supervision of General Washing-
ton and Captain John Brown" (of the
informal navy department), "the de-
sign being mostly from General Wash-
ington's family escutcheon." * The
principal authority for this detailed
statement is Mrs. Patrick Hayes, niece
of the Sarah Ross just named, — who
was subsequently the wife of Commo-
dore John Barry, of the Revolutionary
and United States Navies.
The flag was presented by the mak-
ers to John Paul Jones, who placed it
on a small vessel and sailed up and
down the Schuylkill to show to sailors
and to maritime people on the wharves
the future ensign of the nation.
* Familiar letters of John Adams and Abigail * Preble's History of the Flag of the United
Adams, p. 173. States, p. 281.
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THE STARS AND STRIPES A BOSTON IDEA
This brilliant naval warrior had, at
the last of December, 1775, as senior
first lieutenant of the frigate Alfred,
the flag-ship of Commodore Hopkins'
fleet, run up to the masthead of that
vessel the first flag which had any dis-
tinct recognition from the general gov-
ernment, though the Massachusetts
flag bearing a pine tree and the motto,
"An Appeal to Heaven," may have
shared the approval of the Naval Com-
mittee. This banner was of yellow
silk, and bore the figure of a pine tree
with a rattlesnake coiled at its root ,
underneath which was the motto,
"Don't tread on me."
The resolution adopting the stars
and stripes was passed by Congress on
June 14, 1777; and on the same day
this body appointed Captain Paul
Jones to the command of the ship
Ranger, "upon which he soon after
hoisted the new flag at Portsmouth,
New Hampshire. He did not, how-
ever, get to sea until the first of No-
vember." * Victories had in the mean-
time been won under this flag on land ;
and it is inconceivable that this re-
markable cruise could have been con-
ducted under any other standard. On
the way over to the coast of France,
the Ranger captured two prizes, and
was chased by a British man-of-war
of the largest class. About the middle
of the following February, Captain
Jones, then in a French port, wrote the
American Commissioners in Paris as
follows :
"I am happy to have it in my power to
congratulate yon on my having seen the
American Hag for the first time recognized
in the fullest and completest manner by the
flag of France. I was off this bay on the
* B. F. Prescott (Secretary of State of New
Hampshire, 187=;) in "The Stars and Stripes: The
Flag of the United States of America."
13th inst. (February, 1778) and sent my
boat in the next day to know if the Admiral
would return my salute. He answered that
he would return to me as the senior Ameri-
can Continental officer in Europe the same
salute as he was authorized to return to an
admiral of Holland, or any other republic, —
which was four guns less than the salute
given. I hesitated at this, for I demanded
gun for gun. Wherefore I anchored in the
entrance to the bay at some distance from
the French fleet ; but after a very particular
inquiry, on the 14th, finding that he really
told the truth, I was induced to accept his
offer; the more as it was an acknowledge-
ment of American independence. The wind
being contrary and blowing hard, it was af-
ter sunset when the Ranger was near
enough to salute Le Motte Piquet with
thirteen guns, — which he returned with
nine. However, to put the matter beyond
doubt, I did not suffer the Independence
(another vessel of Jones' fleet) to salute
until the next morning, when I sent word
to the admiral that I would sail through
his fleet in the brig (the Independence) ,
and would salute him in the open day. He
was exceedingly pleasant, and returned the
compliment also with nine guns."*
An American ensign was recognized
by Johannes de Graef , Governor of the
Dutch Island of St. Eustachius, in the
West Indies, on November 16, 1776;
but this was a flag of stripes without
the stars; so that the "Paul Jones
starry flag" is undoubtedly the verita-
ble piece of bunting first saluted by a
foreign power as the colors of the
United States of America.
The testimony in the case of the Bon
Homme Richard leaves no room for
doubt that she not merely wore the
stars and stripes, but flew the identical
flag presented to Paul Jones by the
Misses Austin. During the hard-
fought battle by which Jones made the
British ship-of-war Serapis his prize,
this flag, which floated at the masthead
* Maclay's History of the United States Navy,
Vol. I, p. 73.
THE STARS AND STRIPES A BOSTON IDEA
547
of the Bon Homme Richard, was shot
away and fell into the sea ; when
James Bayard Stafford, a lieutenant
on that vessel, instantly plunged into
the water, recovered the flag, and
nailed it to the mast.
After the war the flag was pre-
sented by the Naval Committee of
Congress to Lieutenant Stafford ;
from whom it has come by gift and in-
heritance to its present possessor.
Miss Sarah Smith Stafford, daugh-
ter of Lieutenant Stafford, and pos-
sessor of the flag for many years, has
described it as follows :
"This flag is six feet wide, less five inches,
— and was originally about fifteen feet long;
but has been so long at the mercy of the
patriotic relic-hunters that it has lost two
yards of its length."
The flag is of English bunting,
sewed with flax thread. It is now
barely two and a half yards long and
two yards wide. It contains twelve
stars in a blue union, and the thirteen
stripes, alternately red and white. The
stars are placed in four horizontal
lines, with three stars in each line.
"Paul Jones' starry flag," the reader
will note, is not so elaborate and well-
developed as the one made by Mrs.
Ross, of which we have the special ac-
count, and it may have been an earlier
essay. In design, it is more like the
Washington coat of arms, which has
three stars in a line above three bars,
or stripes.
Another point in the flag itself ap-
proximately fixes its date. As stated,
this flag bears but twelve stars ; and
the explanation has come down to us
that the number was limited to twelve
because Georgia, the thirteenth colony
to enter the union, had, at the time,
vacated her membership. This action
of the colony was on account of the
emission of bills of credit by Congress
to the amount of 3,000,000 Spanish
milled dollars, to defray the expenses
of the war. Georgia refused to be re-
sponsible for her part, and the whole
sum was apportioned to the other
twelve.* From how many flags the
star of Georgia was omitted cannot be
known ; but her defection occurred in
1775. This repudiation having become
known to the British they thought it
a favorable omen for their recovery
of the colony ; consequently an army
and fleet were dispatched against her ;
and Georgia became again a subject of
Britain. The forces of our General
Greene drove her conquerors out of
Georgia territory, and the name of the
colony took its place with the other
twelve on the next apportionment list.
On June 14th, 1777, Congress
passed the following resolution :
"Resolved, that the flag of the thirteen
United States be thirteen stripes alternate
red and white; that the union be thirteen
stars, white in a blue field, representing a
new constellation." (See stanza near the
close of this article).
The inattentive habit of Congress in
regard to what seemed minor matters
is further seen in the fact that the
official adoption of the flag of stars
and stripes as the national ensign was
not formally announced until eighty-
one days later, that is, on September
3d, following; and even the news-
papers did not mention the matter for
six or eight weeks. f$
* Holmes' Annals of North America (ed. of 1829)
Vol. 2, pp. 212, 336.
f Campbell ("Our Flag") 11. 56; Boston Gazette
and Country Journal, Sept. 15, 1777-
X Preble states that a thorough examination under
the direction of the Librarian of Congress shows
that the foregoing resolution, found in the Journal
of Congress, is the first record of Congressional
action for the establishment of a national flag for
the United States of America.
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THE STARS AND STRIPES A BOSTON IDEA
It must be surprising to those un-
familiar with the methods of the
period, that Congress should have
adopted, as it did, a resolution fixing
the design of a flag for its armies and
navies, without modification, debate,
or objection; but this appears to be
what was done. It seems therefore a
necessary inference that a flag of this
design was familiar to the members,
and that it had long been a subject
of approving conversation among
them. Says Preble :
"Beyond a doubt the thirteen stars and
thirteen stripes were unfurled at the Battle
of Brandywine (September nth), eight
days after the official promulgation of them
at Philadelphia."
But the first conflict waged under
them on land, after their direct author-
ization, is known to have been at Fort
Stanwix (subsequently re-named Fort
Schuyler), in Rome, New York. The
fort was invested by the British on the
2d of August, — at which time the gar-
rison was without the authorized
standard ; but they had a description
of the design, and soon formed a flag
from materials in the fort. Victory
perched upon their rude and hastily
constructed banner ; and in one sortie
made by the Americans they captured
five of the enemy's standards.
By an order of Congress, approved
by the President January 13, 1794,
the flag was changed on the first day
of May, ensuing, so as to consist of
fifteen stripes and the same number
of stars. This continued to be the de-
sign of our flag until the year 1818,
when the Union embraced twenty
states. On the 25th of March, in that
vear, nn the motion of lion. Peter H.
Wendover, of New York, Congress
passed an act entitled "An act to es-
tablish the Flag of the United States."
It read as follows :
"Section I. Be it enacted, etc., that from
and after the Fourth day of July next, the
flag of the United States be thirteen hori-
zontal stripes alternate red and white; that
the Union have twenty stars, white in a blue
field.
Section II. And be it further enacted,
that on the admission of every new state
to the Union, one star be added to the
Union of the flag; and that such addition
shall take effect on the Fourth of July next
succeeding such admission. Approved,
April 4, 1818."
The flags of the United States have
since continued to be of this construc-
tion ; so that, whatever their varia-
tions to indicate the branch of the
government service to which a special
flag belongs, every one shows by its
red and white stripes the number of
Colonies which originally formed the
nation, while its white stars in a blue
ground will tell the number of States
now embraced in our local Union.
The earliest recorded suggestion of
stars as a device for an American en-
sign— even before Washington's — «is
to be found in an issue of the "Massa-
chusetts Spy," published in Boston,
March 10, 1774. It is in a song
(author unknown), of which the lines
referring to the device are as follows :
"As a ray of bright glory now beams from
afar,
The American ensign now sparkles, a star
Which shall shortly flame wide through the
skies."
This brief stanza is good evidence
that by one group, at least, of our
countrymen, the future American na-
tion had been forecasted, and that
there had been a thought of stars as
a most suitable emblem for a nation
then unique in its form, character, and
ideals
The Things That Were
By Agnes Louise Provost
Mc ADAMS leaned against one
of the plain, square pillars
of his veranda and stared
out toward the horizon at
a distant speck there which might ulti-
mately resolve itself into humanity.
The wide sweep of his own range lay
before and around him as far as he
could see, — hundreds upon hundreds
of acres stretching away in gentle un-
dulations, innocent of human habi-
tation save for this ranch house and
the few shanty-like buildings back of
it, and desolate indeed save for the
scattered herds of horned beasts which
roamed this wide pasture-land at will,
and the handful of rough men who
worked for McAdams and belonged
here when they were home at all.
All day the sun had beaten down
out of a brazen sky, unmarked by so
much as the slow sweep of a vulture.
McAdams had just come in from a
long ride of inspection over his range,
and he was hot and tired, but a fresh
horse stood saddled near him, ready to
go out again.
"I wonder if they will come?"
McAdams speculated to himself. "It
will seem queer to have her here.
Three years ago she was to have come
as mistress, and now she comes as
another man's wife — rich chap, trav-
elling in the Southwest for his health.
That sounds like lungs — that's what
they always come out here for. Dim-
mick said in his letter that 'Mr.
Thatcher contemplates taking a well-
equipped ranch and settling out here
if it agrees with him. It must be
lungs, and it must be recent. I don't
believe she'd ever have married a half
dead man."
The distant speck grew, and became
two specks, flat and broad, which
meant wagons. These must be
strangers of some sort, travellers of
course, since plains people would have
been on horseback. McAdams watched
the two specks with growing interest,
feeling uneasy, now that it seemed
possible that his invited guests were
on their way.
"That looks like them — one rig for
them and one for a lot of cumbersome
luggage, which no plainsman would
bother with for two minutes. I sup-
pose she thinks this is a God-forsaken
country, where gently bred people
have to travel like that. It would be
a grim sort of justice if she had to live
out here after all. Shouldn't exactly
call it a punishment, I suppose, since
she hasn't committed any crime — just
been a little cruel. It's queer how peo-
ple can hurt you and grind your life
into little bits, and still keep the
decalogue and the law of the land
unbroken. Perhaps she never cared —
as I cared. Anyway, I'm glad Dim-
mick wrote. So long as they are pass-
ing this way, I'm glad of the chance
to offer them the hospitality of my
quarters on the way, and show them,
her at least, that I'm still man enough
to pick up the pieces of my old life and
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THE THINGS THAT WERE
make a fairly decent new one out of
them. Thatcher must have been sur-
prised at my friendliness, since he
never knew me at all, but he'll prob-
ably like the chance of talking ranch
with a ranchman, and in these days,
husbands seem to take rejected suitors
rather as a matter of course, sort of a
walking credential as to the super-ex-
cellence of their own choice."
McAdams stopped, smiling bitterly,
and looked out again toward the dis-
tant travellers, little bobbing blots now,
which only the trained eye of the
plainsman could translate into horses
and men.
>jc >5< ;}s ^
"And this is your home?" Mrs.
Thatcher paused on the veranda and
looked out over the billowing plains
by which they had come, a wide,
monotonous ocean of grass lands and
mesquite, cupped by a limitless arch
of sky. When she turned toward the
house again, it was with a bright grace
which seemed to glorify the long,
plain building. Mrs. Thatcher was
gifted with a radiant presence.
"Yes, this is where I hang out."
McAdams's practical reply and frank
hospitality did not suggest his
thoughts as he busied himself in at-
tending to the comfort of his guests.
Had it occurred to her that this was
the house he had built expressly for
her occupancy, that he had toiled for
in a country where building materials
arc scarce and high, that much of it
had been the work of his own hands,
in those dear, tense, hard-slaving
days? One end of it was still rough
inside, just as he had dropped his tools
when her letter came three years ago,
and just a month before the day they
were to have been married. That was
long enough ago, and she was another
man's wife now, but a queer sort of
breathlessness had come over him as
he had met her, and his ringers had
tingled as they had closed over hers.
Three years ago he might have lifted
her bodily from the wagon here at his
own door — her door, too — and held
her to him, close and tight, but that
was Thatcher's place. Poor Thatcher
— he was past lifting people bodily
without ruing it. McAdams looked at
him with the wondering compassion
which a strong man bestows on a sick-
one.
"It seems a good sort of country for
worn-out city men to toughen up in,
doesn't it?" Thatcher said thought-
fully, after his wife had retired with
her maid — unprecedented luxury on
the plains — to remove the dust of
travel. He looked from his stalwart,
browned host to the free sweep of
prairie, and something remotely like a
sigh of envy trailed off from his last
word. He was weary and haggard,
and the hollows in his cheeks and at
his temples told their own tale. Two
years ago he had not dreamed of such
a thing as this, but the down grade had
been steep, once started. McAdams
felt vaguely sorry for him, and all pos-
sible hint of bitterness toward a suc-
cessful rival faded before the sight of
this tired, stricken man. He caught
himself wondering if Marion were
used to it, or if the sight of this creep-
ing disease wrere not a horror to her.
"It is that," McAdams answered
heartily. "Why, I've four times the
strength and endurance I had when I
was a city man. I suppose it's the
open air life and primitive habits.
Civilization takes an awful toll on our
systems."
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??
"Yes, the inevitable law of com-
pensation. I was thinking of taking
a ranch myself, just a small one, you
know, more for recreation than profit.
This is pretty large, isn't it?"
"Oh, no, it isn't a large holding as
they go here, about forty-five hundred
acres. Part of it is Government land,
free range, you know, which left me
more money to invest in a superior
breed of cattle. I began on borrowed
money and had to go slow, but I've
made it back now, and feel like
branching out. You can get a small
holding right easily."
Whereupon McAdams proceeded
patiently to explain the problems of
cattle-ranching to this pathetically in-
capable invalid, who didn't know a
Hereford from a Durham, and
couldn't ride ten miles on horseback
without being laid up the next day.
But in the midst of these things there
was the rustle of a womanly presence
behind them, and Marion Thatcher
came out and stood before them both,
with the light of the plains sunset
slanting like a glory across her hair.
She dropped her fingers lightly on her
husband's shoulder in passing — had
McAdams been super-sensitive, he
might have construed it into a tactful
reminder to him that these were not
the days that had been — smiled
brightly upon them both, and the sub-
ject of ranch holdings was tacitly
dropped.
* * ^ *
The quiet grass lands lay bathed in
the white radiance of a perfect moon-
light, silence was upon them, a still-
ness as breathless as the night before
resurrection, and silence was back in
the ranch house, and the low buildings
clustered near it. There was one hint
of human presence, a smell of tobacco
stealing out from the veranda where
McAdams sat alone, the veranda he
had built for her to sit on, to watch for
him as he came in from a long day out
on the range. He liked the silence to-
night, and the loneliness, because in it
he seemed like another man. The last
two days had been disturbing.
Thatcher was in bed, done up by his
ride over the range that morning.
Poor Thatcher, what a pitiful madness
to think that he could do anything on
a ranch but sit huddled in an easy
chair and watch himself die. The
man ought never to be beyond five
minutes' call of a physician. He could
not be good for more than six months,
or a year at most. McAdams wanted
to get away from that thought. Was
he sorry — or glad?
"Oh, you are here?"
A murmur of smiling surprise from
the doorway where Marion Thatcher
stood like a spirit woman in the silver
light, gowned all in white, a clinging
creation with which she had graced
their evening meal as meals had never
been graced in that house before. And
she had been so frank, so sunny, so
altogether friendly.
"I may come out also, if I do not
intrude? It is so glorious, I could not
sleep if I tried."
Marion's questions were always
mere suggestions with a rising in-
flection. The effect was odd at first,
but singularly pleasant.
McAdams made place for her
promptly, but felt that the atmosphere
had become suddenly charged. Po-
litely he would have laid aside his
beloved pipe, but she raised her hand
in a pretty deprecating gesture.
"You will continue to smoke?" she
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suggested. "If I am to disturb your
quiet comfort, I shall feel that I must
go in, and I do want to enjoy a few
breaths of this wonderful night. My
husband must miss this," she added
regretfully after a pause, during which
McAdams had returned to his pipe,
feeling more comfortable behind that
non-committal refuge. "The ride
tired him so, although he wished to
take it."
"Mr. Thatcher seems to be inter-
ested in ranching," commented Mc-
Adams, looking at her thoughtfully.
She sat near him on a low chair, her
hands clasped negligently before her,
and the white folds of her gown seem-
ing to melt into the white moonlight.
She was not a real woman to-night ;
rather the visible memory of a remote,
dear dream.
"Yes, we may be neighbors some
day, if the interest continues. At
least, I hope he can buy near enough
to call ourselves neighbors. It is so
much nicer to feel that some one you
know is near."
"You will be lonely," he suggested.
He had no formulated intention of
being cruel, but he could not forget
that this woman had dropped him
from heaven to the nethermost pit one
day, because at the eleventh hour,
when all things were ready, she could
not face the isolation of the life she
had promised to share with him. Be-
fore she answered she arose with slow
grace and stood before him, with no
apparent prcconsidered motive but to
lean lightly against one of the nn-
painted pillars of the veranda and look
thoughtfully out at the wide sweep of
sky and plain, with the brilliant silver
light upon them.
"T shall not mind. It is a loneliness
which has a weird fascination of its
own. It is mysterious, almost haunt-
ing. I never dreamed it was like this."
Inferentially, this was waking an
echo of the past, which had received
its mourning and deep burial three
years back. McAdams wished she
would sit down, where he could not
see her standing against that limitless
background. He wondered uneasily
whether it were her pure good-will in
the present, or a love of the old power
which would assert its sway, which
made her add softly :
"And we shall be friends then, is it
not so?"
"I have never been your enemy,"
McAdams answered bluntly, still shy
of committing himself, but unfitted by
nature to conduct a dangerous con-
versation along the trails of am-
biguous allusion. "You certainly need
have no fear that I would make myself
unpleasant because of — of the way
things used to be."
"Ah, please!" She made a little
gesture of protest, and he remembered
with shame that he was her host, and
had been rude. "I did not mean that,
Dick. I knew you would never be
that. What I meant was something
very different. Why, I knew when
you wrote that you had left that far
behind you, as I had. It isn't that we
would belittle the things that were, but
that we have outgrown them. We
learn differently, is it not so?"
"Oh yes," assented McAdams prac-
tically. "It isn't in nature to stand still
in one spot. It takes a lot of experi-
ences to make up a lifetime, and I
suppose they all have their peculiar
value in shaping us out."
"To be sure. And it is just because
we have both taken experience at its
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553
just value, and have developed accord-
ingly, that I would prefer your neigh-
borly friendship here to that of others
I might meet. I need it ; Wilfred
needs it. I am his wife, but I could
not entirely fill the place of men
friends to him when we are out here.
Why," — she threw out her hands and
laughed aloud, not mockingly, but as
though filled with a delicious humor
which he must share — "how ridicu-
lous it would be, Dick, if, after three
years, we should sit and sulk and
glower at each other, just because we
made a mistake once. Just as though
we could not both afford to smile at
that now ! How beautifully our tiny
problems work out. To-day, I have
my husband, and you "
She paused again, with the faintest
of upward inflections. McAdams fin-
ished the sentence for her.
"And I am not without ambitions
of my own."
"So? Is it — oh, do tell me! Is it
a girl, Dick?"
"Yes."
McAdams's eyes were looking out
over the prairie again, and did not
meet hers as he answered her half
teasing question. It would never be
for him to know whether his answer
was a generous gratification or a dull
pain, a proved suspicion or a shock.
Neither was it for him to understand
whether her coming here had been a
joy, an annoyance, or a dread, nor
what comparison her mind and heart
might make between her husband and
him. She would hold her dignity in
any case ; of that he might be sure.
"You will tell me about her?" she
said gently.
"Well — if you wish. There isn't
much to tell, for it is only an ambition
after all. She is a plains girl, raised
from childhood at the army post which
affords my nearest glimpse of civilized
society, and she is also the daughter
of one of the finest old officers that
ever breathed. I'd be proud to have
him call me his son. She loves the
plains as I do, because they're home to
her, and have been always, except
when she was East at school and col-
lege, and she is a gentlewoman in
heart and breeding. I'm not good at
describing, you see, but I've done my
best."
In truth, McAdams looked sorely
uncomfortable as he blundered out his
description. Her request had taken
him unawares. Mrs. Thatcher was
not yet satisfied.
"I know, but somehow, you've left
out the most important part. Those
are the surroundings, the incidents.
And she, Dick?"
"Oh, now you are pinning me down.
Well, she's awfully bright, you know,
reads books that give me the shivers to
look at, but never rubs it in. And she
sings some, and rides horseback like a
breeze, and has a laugh that warms you
right up, and she's earnest and cordial
and, m'm — sort of saucy, sometimes,
but gentle too. There, I've made a
beastly mess of it, but it's the hardest
thing on earth to describe a woman."
"Behold an honest man ! I knew not
that they ever confessed it. Rut I
thank you, Dick. Perhaps — I shall
meet her sometime, if we come out
here, and I shall like her, because an
old friend of mine likes her too. I
fear I must go in now, fascinating as
this outlook is to-night. If Wilfred
awakens, I should not like to be away.
He may wish something. Good-night,
and good fortune in your wooing."
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There might have been a pin-prick
in that, had it not been for the cordial
hand she held out to McAdams. He
took it, forgetting to rise as he held
it for an instant and looked from it to
her with thoughts which were ob-
viously abstracted. It was a frail little
hand. How easy it would be to pull
her down to him as he sat there, to
hold her close, with the silence of the
plains around them, and the madden-
ing white moonlight upon them both !
But McAdams did nothing so fool-
ish He merely said, "Thank you,"
smiling in a half embarrassed way,
and rose tardily to his feet as she
turned away and went into the house,
pausing by the door for a light fare-
well gesture of her hand, the one he
had held.
When she had gone, McAdams re-
turned to his chair and pondered these
and other things. With a side glance
at the door he took from his pocket a
worn leather case. Opening, it showed
a woman's face within, and as Mc-
Adams looked at it he saw her as she
had been on the day they had parted at
her home, she to wait for him, years,
if need be, he to go forth, buoyant and
determined, to recoup his shattered
fortunes in the far Southwest, biding
hopefully the time when she should
come out to him and share the best
that love and labor could give. She
had given him that picture then,
sturdily protected in leather to with-
stand the roughness of his new life,
and he had carried it ever since, even
after her letter had come, a year and
a half later, and after he had heard of
her marriage to Thatcher.
With sudden resolution lie carefully
pried the picture out, brushed his
fingers across it with a curious regret-
ful gentleness, because it had been his
companion for so long, and striking a
match, held it deliberately to one
corner until the cardboard broke into
flame. So he held the little picture un-
til it had burned almost to his fingers,
wondering why it did not hurt him to
see the little creeping flames writhe
over her face, and when only a corner
was left he ground out the last spark
under his heel and arose to lean
against one of the posts of his veranda
• — as it happened, the one at which she
had stood — and to stare thoughtfully
across the moon-drenched plains.
He had lied. There was no other
girl. At least, there had not been up
to that night. To be sure, so far as
flesh and blood existence and prox-
imity went, she was real enough, and
she was all that he had said, and more,
but he knew that it was not merely this
which he had intended to convey.
What sudden instinct of pride or re-
sentment had impelled him to speak
so, he could not tell ; he was thinking
now of the discoveries he had made.
The touch of Marion Thatcher's hand
had thrilled him, the sight of her
standing in the moonlight had made
mad notions flicker through his mind,
but they were unrealities, born of his
memories of the past. They were the
lingering echoes of what she had been
to him, rather than what she was now,
or could ever be. He knew that he
had appeared sulky and stupid and not
altogther polite, and he was sorry ; he
would make amends in the morning.
Years ago he had thrust his love
roughly into the hidden recesses of his
soul and had grimly held it there,
while it burned and smarted. To-
night she had come and lightly
stretched forth her hand to that hidden
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spot, and lo, there were but dead white
ashes, where he had thought a treach-
erous volcano slumbered.
"Perhaps she wanted to probe me,"
he thought resentfully, "to put her
finger on a raw spot and see if I
winced. I didn't think she would do
that. It's such a needless sort of a
hurt. I suppose it's just the love of
power that people can't seem to let go
of."
He thought again of the girl who
was sweet and merry and whole-
souled and strong, whom he had met
but a few times at the army post which
had provided his only glimpses of so-
cial life for nearly five years. He liked
her, so far as he knew her, but it had
taken the shadow of what he had lost
to quicken his pulses at the thought of
what he yet might gain. Mc Adams
was slowly awakening, and his drowsy
soul still rubbed its eyes and lingered
between dreams and action.
"It's worth a try!" he said suddenly,
and felt unaccountably foolish at the
sound of his own voice.
The next day the Thatchers left.
They were going up to Pasadena.
Thatcher said, explaining their sudden
change of plans. He and Mrs.
Thatcher had talked it over together.
and had decided that perhaps it would
be best to winter there, but they had
enjoyed McAdams's hospitality im-
mensely, and would remember his
good advice if they decided to settle
out here.
A year later, when Marion Thatcher
received McAdams's wedding an-
nouncements, she was in the East
again, in sweeping widow's weeds.
There were many who said that she
had never looked so fair as in this sor-
rowful garb, with the dignity of grief
sweetening and subduing her charm-
ing vivacity of manner. She let the
announcement lie in her lap for some
time after she had read it, unheedful
of the rest of her morning's mail, and
she smiled, a trifle wearily, as she took
it up again and put it in its envelope.
Her husband's picture was on her
writing table, and behind it, a little
locked drawer. Letters were there as
she opened it, a tiny trinket or two,
and a photograph showing its edge
from beneath. She placed the an-
nouncement with these things, brush-
ing her fingers over them with linger-
ing touch, locked the drawer again,
and turned slowly back to the un-
opened letters awaiting her.
Dancing Flowers and Flower Dances
By Alice Morse Earle
"When as tradition teaches
Young Ashes pirouetted down
Coquetting with young Beeches,
THERE has ever been a close
kinship in my mind of flow-
ers with dancing, nearly as
close as music and dancing —
"that married pair," as Lucien calls
them. This association is more vivid
to me than to some blind souls be-
cause, when a child, I knew that blos-
soms were not constantly attached to
their stems and roots ; they had feet,
and perhaps wings, and could fly and
walk and dance of their own power
and volition. I felt sure that by dusky
twilight and brave moonshine, flow-
ers danced away from their restrain-
ing leaves and stems and branches,
that they visited and talked with each
other, and played games, and gave
flower-balls, and danced together
gayly. I used to look at the sly
things hanging their heads demurely
in the noonday sunlight, but blowing
back and forth in the breezes, as if
taking little dance steps, and plainly
longing to be whirling away.
Trees dancing after the pipes of
Amphion have been oft sung of the
poets, and though I never saw trees
dancing (as I did often flowers in my
childhood) I find much spirited sug-
gestion and action in Tennyson's tree
dance, "when legs of trees were lim-
ber."
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"The Linden broke her ranks and rent
The Woodbine wreaths that bind her
And down the middle, buzz ! she went
With all her bees behind her."
Alfred Tennyson.
Flowers are like people : some are
much better dancers than others ; some
have a certain carriage of the head
and gesture like pretty, vain women;
others have a bold expression ; some
look unkempt, untidy ; others are
precise and formal to a degree ; others
show extreme refinement ; some are
awkward ; long pendant racemes, such
as the wistaria or locust or laburnum,
linger heavily and move slowly, and
clusters of bloom like the lilac stand
stiffly upright. Flower heads like
hollyhocks or foxgloves are too
crowded to dance well ; but all disc-
shaped blooms or single flowers on
long stems dance bravely
Single
flowers dance better than double ones,
who wear too many petticoats. A
certain purple clematis and its starry
white sister used to take many pretty
short steps all day long; waving,
sidling, peeping in our windows, until
at night the great flowers all vanished
to the sound of fairy music, to join the
dance. I was told that the morning-
glory led many a jolly country-dance
in the small hours of the morning
Scarlet poppies made gay Spanish
dancers, strewing their silken ruffles
and petticoats by the wayside. Single
dahlias and sunflowers danced the reel.
Dora and William Wordsworth both
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557
noted the dancing daffodils as they
pirouetted in the wind in English
meadows.
He wrote :
"A host of golden Daffodils
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance."
Her description of them is far more
poetical : "They grew among the
mossy stones ; some rested their heads
on those stones as on a pillow, the
rest tossed and reeled and danced, and
seemed as if they verily laughed with
the wind, they looked so gay and
glancing." It is such word-painting
as this that makes me convinced of the
great debt William Wordsworth's
poetry owes to Dora Wordsworth.
I don't know what fanciful associa-
tion in my childish mind made the col-
umbine to me ever the gay jester of
the garden. It was certainly long
before I saw a ballet of harlequins and
columbines, because it seemed to me
perfectly natural to find these dancers
in the Christmas pantomime garbed in
yellow and green peaked caps, and gay
scarlet-pointed petticoats, with golden
bells, just like the flowers in our gar-
den. Look at columbines the next
time you see them in the ledges of a
rocky field or in a garden. What bright
and happy things they are ! Pierrot
and Pierrette ! Listen, you hear their
jingling bells, their castanets, as they
laugh and dance, such cheerful merry
flowers ! it is good to see them.
Columbines are, according to Park-
inson, "flowers of that respect as that
no gardener would willingly be with-
out them that could tell how to have
them." These English aquilegias
were not, however, our own dashing
scarlet columbines, but the duller col-
ored English ones, who are more
clumsy dancers.
Emerson had a fine comprehension
of the columbine's nature, and named
a rock-loving columbine as a "salve for
his worst wounds." How many Wor-
cester flower-lovers can recall the
special magnificence of the rock-loving
columbines which grew in the rich
woods near the Tatnuck Cascade!
And a picture of my childhood, as
vivid as if of yesterday's sight, as
vivid as the color of the flowers, is
of an old quarry left untouched by
man's hand for years, but which had
never remotely approached being field
or pasture — not even one of our New
England pastures of rocks and stones.
It was simply a shallow hollow of
broken stone, filled scantly with dead
leaves and wind-blown earth, and
grown round about with cedars ; but it
was hung in gorgeous color with ori-
ental gold and scarlet, in flowering col-
umbine. I was with my father; we
had driven to Rochdale, a little village
near our Worcester home, and I can
recall his delight as he saw the rough
stones, so scant of earth, so rich of
fluttering, dancing, brilliant blossoms.
This columbine quarry thereafter be-
came one of the regular haunts of my
father and mother, visited yearly as
were scores of other fields and for-
ests, upland pastures, meadows, and
swamps, by this flower-loving twain.
They had their own cherished spots
where they greeted their beloved flower
friends and gathered for scores
of successive years trailing arbu-
tus, hepatica, bloodroot, anemone,
polygala, twin-flower, azalea, the var-
ied lady's-slippers and violets, orchids,
Arethusa, calopogon, lady's-tresses,
pitcher-plant, grass of Parnassus,
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fringed gentian, and many, many oth-
ers. All the flowers of field and for-
est knew these their human friends, as
did the flowers of their garden, and al'i
gave to them freely and gladly of per-
fume and beauty.
Many years ago, a little child ran
out into the June gloaming and
brought into the house an apron half
full of the blossoms of a sulphur-yel-
low rose, which had large blooms that
were scarcely double, and were much
prized by her mother, who had received
this rare rose from an author who
knew as much of roses as of Ameri-
can history, George Bancroft. The
child was sharply reproved for pick-
ing these stemless roses, but was sent
to bed in far deeper disgrace for as-
serting that "the roses picked them-
selves," adding, what her mother
deemed a specious invention of Satan,
that the roses were dancing on the
grass. But to this day the child
knozvs she saw those yellow roses
dancing.
The dances of all primitive peo-
ples, were associated with flowers ;
many tied dancing garlands. A mod-
ern Egyptian dance called "The Bee"
is acted in pantomime by the dancer,
who appears to be stung while gather-
ing flowers. The nightly moon-dances
of eastern Africa are the most beauti-
ful and graceful of measures, in which
the dancers, garlanded with wreaths,
circle round the opening night flowers.
Among many savage races in New
Mexico, South America, and Ceylon,
a man takes part in formal dances
dressed in green branches, like the
English "Jack in the Green." A
charming dancing petticoat is made
for the male dancers of Torres Straits ;
the pale yellow green sprouting leaves
of the cocoanut palm are arranged in
rows of fringes, and the man wears
gorgeous flowers in his hair ; others
personify the beautiful red and black
pigeons of that country. The ancient
Greeks and Romans had special flower
dances ; one, the Anthema, had a flower
chorus with special steps indicative of
flower gathering, and these dancers
sung:
"Where's my lovely parsley, say,
My violets,, roses, where are they?
My parsley, roses, violets fair,
Where are my flowers? Tell me where?"
All dances were originally a part of
religious worship and the Maypole
Dance was foreshadowed in the Cult
of the Tree; in arid countries to-day
the tree is revered as an emblem of en-
durance and fertility. Christian mis-
sionaries in Thibet and other coun-
tries found it wise to adapt themselves
to many local religious customs, espe-
cially in tree worship. In Goa, in
1650, a dance of converts to Jesuitism
was held around a huge tulip-shaped
flower which opened and showed the
figures of the Virgin and Child.
Dancing and flowers have been asso-
ciated in English life since Chaucer's
day, when "knights and ladies daunced
upon the greene grass ; and the which
being ended, they all kneeled downe
and did honor to the daisie — some to
the flower, some to the leafe." The
Mayday dances of old England, with
Morrismen, and scores of characters
dressed in "green, yellow, and other
wanton color," formed a festival of
importance. Parts of the mummery
and dancing still survive in Lancashire
and Cheshire. The Mayday dancers
wear knee-breeches and ribbons, and
carry stick swords, and wear garlands
on their straw hats. The garland or
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nosegay was ever imperative ; with-
out it the dancer was ' unmorrissed."
Originally the nosegay was of the herb
thrift, then called "Our Lady's Cush-
ion." The old dance music which
was used, "Staines-Morris," is very
cheerful and catchy.
Sweet was the music and sweet the
names, even of the simplest dances.
"The Milkmaid's Delight," "Cheshire
Round," "Nonesuch," "I loved thee
once, I love no more," "The Beginning
of the World," "John, kiss me now,"
and the famous "Greensleeves" :
"Greensleaves was all my Joy,
Greensleaves was my delight,
Greensleaves was my Heart of Gold,
Who but Ladie Greensleaves !"
A kiss was the established fee for a
partner. King Henry VIII. says,
"Sweetheart ! I were unmannerly to
take you out and not to kiss you." A
custom still exists among country
fiddlers in England, when tired of fid-
dling, they close with two squeaking-
notes which all rustics understand
thus, "Kiss her !" Even the poet
Wordsworth noted this :
"They hear when every dance is done.
When every whirling bout is o'er,
The fiddles squeak — that call to bliss
Ever followed by a kiss."
The first of May was scarcely the
time in New England for open-air
dancing around a Maypole, unless
with vigor, in order to keep warm ;
yet several Maypoles were erected in
colonial towns in early days. They
were promptly destroyed.
In New England it has ever been
the custom of children, not to demand
gifts, as did English children, but to
give them, of May baskets. But the
closest approach to any Mayday cele-
bration was the annual gathering of
the exquisite blooms of the trailing ar-
butus. Gay parties of young people
went on these excursions together, but
any thought of dancing would have
been frowned upon. The more watch-
ful among our parents did not favor
these Maying parties, as we were prone
to sit down upon logs and stones, and
in New England, April and May are ill
suited for such loiterings. To one
rough field, just beyond Tatnuck, full
of vast boulders, tree stumps, and
brushwood, I went each year with my
father to gather the pinkest Mayflow-
ers. I remember the exact scent of
that field under the spring sun, and
the intense heat among the bushes.
And there we always saw a huge black
snake, the same snake every year, I
do believe. And there, when fourteen
years old, I took cold, and had the on-
ly severe illness of my life, and was
never permitted to go Maying again.
The beautiful blossoms thus gathered
were tied in tight little bunches with
an encircling edge of ground pine,
and were deemed the choicest of gifts
for a friend, or to carry to school to
our teacher. Some thrifty boys made
these knots for sale, at a penny each ;
and displayed them in baskets upon
beds of green moss with partridge
berry vines, in most attractive fash-
ion.
Dancing was in ancient times a
classic endowment, a stately accom-
plishment, but little short of a fine
art, as was the arranging of sig-
nificant garlands, and the wreathing
of the head with flowers. Even so
profound a thinker as Sir Erancis
Bacon could write of dancing as "a
thing of great state and pleasure."
The fair and daring maid who now
tries to wear a garland must have
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DANCING FLOWERS AND FLOWER DANCES
classic beauty and bearing, and even
then is usually a guy. Not less ven-
turesome is she who attempts any for-
mal art of dancing. We have now on
our stage the skirt dance, a pretty but
monotonous series of poses which are
hardly dancing steps, in which many
yards of material are gracefully whirl-
ed about, and the attraction seems not
in the dancing but in the skirt, a pret-
ty diaphanous material of artistic tints,
which, with carefully thrown lights
and clever mirrors, supply the charms
of skirt dancing. There be those who
long for a real ballet, such as the de-
lightful Butterfly Ball, which, some
years ago, we saw with gratitude
danced in New York after each opera
performance. It wasn't danced very
well, but people enjoyed it neverthe-
less. The weary hours of spectacular
plays have been endured for the sake
of the few minutes of ballet. How
eagerly we gaze on some nervously
agile little dancer, beating her tiny feet
and her heart out in a few graceful
and delightful steps, in some vaude-
ville show. I think had we good dan-
cers, we should have dance enthusi-
asts and lovers as of yore. Read of
the craze over Taglioni and Fanny
Ellsler: elderlv folk raved till the dav
of their death over the charms of those
dancers of their youth. In America
Fanny Ellsler was adored ; clergymen
saw and admired her grace, purity,
and goodness, and vied with each other
in offering her pew seats for her Sun-
day church-going. Whole families
attended her performances, and gazed
on her in edification as well as delight.
It is told on somewhat vague author-
ity, that Ralph Waldo Emerson and
Margaret Fuller sat entranced through
one of her pas senles. "Margaret,"
said he, as the vision vanished from
the stage, "this is Love." "Nay, Wal-
do," she answered with solemnity, "it
is more than Love, it is Religion." The
dancer wore rather long, scant, and
clinging petticoats. A wreath of
flowers rested on her coal-black hair
which was drawn over her ears in the
primmest fashion ever known to
woman ; usually she danced with a
garland.
Flowers no longer dance for me.
They grow firmly and properly on
their stems, and die where they are
born, like quiet, dull, stay-at-home cit-
izens. I don't know why they should
dance when no one else does ; but I
am glad they did dance when I
was young.
Sea-Born
By Virna S heard
A FAR in the turbulent city,
•"• In a. hive where men make gold,
He stood at his loom from dawn to dark,
While the passing years were told.
And when he knew it was summer-time
By the gray dust on the street,
By the lingering hours of daylight,
And the sultry noon-tide heat — -//' !:v^
Oh! he longed as a captive sea-bird
To leave his cage and be free,
For his heart like a shell kept singing
The old, old song of the sea.
And amid the noise and confusion
Of wheels that were never still,
He heard the wind through the scented pines
On a rough, storm-beaten hill;
While, beyond a maze of painted threads
Where his tireless shuttle flew, ^T®
In fancy he saw the sunlit waves
Beckon him out to the blue. ■ -*""
m ■
<;6i
In the Heart of the Old Town
An Historic Town in Connecticut
By Clifton Johnson
With illustrations by the author.
MY acquaintance with Say-
brook began rather unpro-
pitiously at its one hotel.
This was a shapeless, yel-
low structure, evidently an old resi-
dence remodelled and enlarged. Its
busiest portion was the bar-room
adorned with a heavy cherry counter
and an imposing array of bottles on
the shelves behind. When I entered
the adjoining office several men were
in the bar-room running over their vo-
cabularies of swear-words in a high-
voiced dispute, while in the office itself
sat two young fellows drowsing in
drunken stupor. The whole place was
permeated with the odors of liquor
and with tobacco fumes, both recent
and of unknown antiquity.
But if the aspect of local life as seen
at the hotel was depressing, the village,
the evening I arrived, was, to my eyes,
quite entrancing. In the mild May
twilight I walked from end to end of
the long main street. The birds were
singing, and from the seaward
marshes came the piping of the frogs
and the purring monotone of the
toads ; lines of great elms and sugar
maples shadowed the walks, and the
latter had blossomed so that every
little twig had its tassels of delicate
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S63
yellow-green, and a gentle fragrance
filled the air. Among other trees, a
trifle retired, were many pleasant
houses of the plain but handsome and
substantial type in vogue about a cen-
tury ago. In short, the place furnish-
ed an admirable example of the old
New England country town and im-
parted a delightful sense of repose
and comfort.
The most incongruous feature of
the village was an abnormal modern
schoolhouse that in its decorative
trickery matched nothing else on the
street. From this it was a relief to
turn to the white, square-towered old
church near by, which gave itself no
airs and cut no capers with architec-
tural frills and fixings. On its front
was a bronze plate informing the
reader that here was
The First Church of Christ
in Saybrook
organized
in "the Great Hall" of the fort in the
summer of 1646.
Thus it was one of the earliest
founded churches in the common-
wealth.
An odd thing about the town was
that it seemed the greatest place for
bicycles I have ever visited. Every-
one rode — old and young, male and
female. Pedestrianism had apparently
gone out of fashion, and I got the idea
that the children learned to ride a
wheel before they began to walk.
Another odd thing was that the vil-
lage looked neither agricultural nor
suburban. It is in truth the dwelling-
place of a country aristocracy pos-
sessed of a good deal of wealth, and
labor is not very strenuous. The
people are content if they have suffi-
cient capital safely invested to return
them a comfortable living and save
them the necessity for undue exertion.
Yet, to quote a native, "They are
nothing like as rich as they were fifty
years ago."
Much money has been lost in one
way and another. The decrease, how-
ever, is particularly due to removals
and to the division of large individual
properties among several heirs. But
whatever the ups and downs of for-
tune, the town apparently changes
slowly and the inhabitants cling to the
customs of their forefathers. This I
thought was evidenced by the reten-
tion of miles and miles of unnecessary
fences about the dwellings, some of
them of close boards, suggestive of
monastic seclusiveness.
The oldest house in the town and
one that still presents in the main its
original aspect, dates back to 1665.
It is painted a dingy yellow and has a
high front, from which the rear roof
takes a long slant downward until the
eaves are within easy reach and you
have to stoop to go in at the back
door. The windows have the tiny
panes of the time when the dwelling
was erected. The rooms all have
warped floors, and low ceilings crossed
by great beams, and the heavy vertical
timbers assert themselves in the cor-
ners. The upper story has only two
apartments finished. As was usual in
houses of this kind the rest was left
simply garret space bare to the rafters.
In the heart of the structure is an
enormous chimney that, on the ground
floor, takes up the space of a small
room. There are fireplaces on three
sides, but their days of service are
past, though they never have been
closed except with fireboards.
At the rear of the house under an
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apple-tree were two vinegar bar-
rels, each of which had an inverted
bottle in the bunghole. The contents
of the barrels in their cider state had
been allowed to freeze and then were
drained off. A highly concentrated
beverage, much esteemed by the well-
seasoned cidier-lover, was in this
manner obtained. I was offered a
chance to make the acquaintance of
the liquor, yet not without warning
that, as it was almost pure alcohol,
■there was some danger of overdoing
-the matter.
To the north of the town one does
not follow the highways far without
encountering country that, with all the
years passed since the settlement of
the region, is still only half tamed.
Here are rocky hills, brushy pastures,
and rude stone walls overgrown with
poison ivy. The work is carried on in
a primitive fashion. Many of the
homes are ancient and dilapidated and
the premises strewn with careless
litter. A landowner of this district
with whom I talked affirmed that
farming did not pay, and the reason
he gave was the competition of the
West — it had knocked the bottom out
of prices.
I wondered if there were not other
reasons. He was furrowing out a
half-acre patch on which he intended
to plant potatoes. His hired man was
leading the horse while he himself
held the plough-handles. It seemed
to me his patch was not large enough
to work economically with a view to
profit, and that the profit was also
being dissipated by having two men
do work that might be done by one.
Down the slope was a long stretch of
marshes that swept away to the sea
with a muddy-banked creek wander-
ing through the level. On the
marshes the man said he would cut salt
hay later in the year, and as the soil
was too boggy to bear the weight of a
horse, not only would the mowing
have to be done by hand, but he and
his helper would be obliged to carry
the hay to firm land between them
on poles. Here again it was not easy
to discern much chance for profit.
The process was too laborious where
the product was of so little value.
Then, at the man's house, I noted that
the stable manure lay unprotected by
any roof, leeching in the sun and rain,
that the mowing-machine and other
tools were scattered about the yard,
accumulating rust, and that things in
general looked careless and easy-go-
ing. I did not wonder that he took a
pessimistic view of farming.
The places of many of his neighbors
were akin to his, and as a whole this
outlying district had an air decidedly
old-fashioned — an air that was empha-
sized by the presence of an occasional
slow ox-team toiling in the fields, and
now and then an antiquated well-
sweep in a dooryard.
A well-sweep was an adjunct of one
house in the town itself — a gray,
square little house far gone in de-
cay. Lights were missing from the
windows, clapboards were dropping
off, blinds were dilapidated or gone
altogether, and the out-buildings
either had fallen and been used
for stovewood or were on the
verge of ruin. The shed used as a hen
house leaned at a perilous slant. Near
it was a scanty pile of wood and a saw-
horse made by nailing a couple of
sticks crosswise on the end of a box
so that the tops projected above the
box-level and formed a crotch. Along
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565
At Work in the Garden
the street-walk staggered a decrepit
picket fence with a sagging gate. The
yard was a chaos of weeds and riotous
briers and the place looked mysterious
— as if it had a history.
A tiny path led around to the
back door, so little trodden I was at
first in doubt whether the house was
inhabited or not until I saw a bent
old woman coming from the grass field
at the rear of the premises. On her
head she wore a sunbonnet of ancient
type and over her shoulders a faded
shawl. She was hobbling slowly
along with the help of a cane and bore
on her arm a basket with a few dan-
delion greens in the bottom. I stood
leaning on the fence hoping chance
would give me an opportunity to know
more about this strange home ; and,
to avoid an appearance of staring, I
now looked the other way. But my
loitering had attracted the woman's
attention and, instead of going into
566
the house, she set her basket on the
back doorstep and came feebly down
the path and spoke to me. She was
a mild-eyed, kindly old soul, and in the
chat which followed I learned that she
was eighty years old and that her
brother, aged seventy-six, the only
other member of the household, was a
"joiner." Presently I asked about
some of the garden flowers which had
survived in their neglected struggle
with weeds and brambles.
"They need the old woman," she
said, " but I'm most past such work-
now. My lameness is getting worse.
I have it every winter and it doesn't
leave me until warm weather comes.
I shall have to get my brother to hoe
some here. He isn't much for taking
care of flowers, but he likes 'em as well
as anyone, and if he's going to make
a call he'll pick a bunch to carry along.
I used to have more kinds and I'd keep
some of 'em in the house through the
AT THh WELL
567
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SPRING WORK
r f I
Furrowing for Potatoes
winter, but when I did that I had to
see the fire didn't go out nights and it
got too hard for me."
"What are those white flowers
spreading all through the grass?" I in-
quired.
"Those are myrtle — white myrtle.
Want one ?"
My reply was affirmative and I was
invited into the yard. I picked a myr-
tle blossom and the old woman said,
"You can have more just as well."
"Thank you, one will do; and what
are these little flowers at my feet?"
"Those are bluebottles. I got the
first plants of them at my cousin's up
in Tolland County. Want one?"
"Yes, I believe I would like one."
"Take some more if you care to."
"No, I'd rather have just the one.
Here are some pink flowers in a bunch.
What are they?"
"Those are polyanthus. You can
have a root to take home with you if
you can carry it."
Thus our talk rambled on while we
considered double violets, "daffies,"
bloodroot, mandrakes, "chiny asters,"
tiger lilies, "pineys," tulips, hya-
cinths, etc. The garden had formerly
been very tidy and I could trace its
decorative arrangement of beds and
paths. The borders of the beds were
outlined with rows of big "winkle"
shells which the brother had brought
up from the seashore a mile or two dis-
tant, where he sometimes went "clam-
ming and oystering."
Close about the house were blue and
yellow lilies, bunches of ferns, and a
good deal of shrubbery, including
roses, a "honeysuckle" bush, and a tall
"li-lack." This last carried its blos-
soms so high they were far beyond the
woman's reach as she stood on the
ground, and she only picked such as
she could reach from an upper win-
dow. Near the back door was a big
butternut tree and a grapevine over-
running a shaky trellis. Here too was
the well-sweep with its rickety curb
and its oaken bucket.
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AN HISTORIC TOWN IN CONNECTICUT
I was made welcome to step inside
the house and see the old dwelling, but
I did not find it especially interesting.
The barren, cluttered rooms with their
suggestion of extreme poverty were
depressing. In the parlor, which was
used as a sort of storeroom, were a
number of antiquated pictures on the
walls, most of them in heavy frames
that the woman had contrived herself
■ — some of cones, some of shells stuck
in putty. The cones and shells varied
much in size and kind and the pat-
terns were intricate and ingenious.
Then there was a specimen of hair
work, dusty and moth-eaten, which she
took out of its frame that I might in-
spect it closer. "I used to be quite a
hand at these sort of things,1' she ex-
plained, "but now I don't have the
time. It's all I can do to get enough to
eat."
I came away wondering what the
trouble was that the brother and sis-
ter were so poorly provided for in
their old age, and when I inquired
about it I was told that the brother
was "one of the smartest men in Con-
necticut," an architect and builder of
great ability, but "he had looked
through the bottom of a glass too of-
ten."
The most historic portion of Say-
brook is what is known as "The
Point," a seaward-reaching projection
a half mile across, connected with the
mainland by a narrow neck. Here the
first settlers established themselves in
1635. The leaders of the expedition
had in October of that year reached
Boston from across the sea. There
they collected twenty men and hired a
small vessel in which they sailed about
the middle of November for the mouth
of the Connecticut. Thev brought
with them materials for the erection of
homes to accommodate both them-
selves and others who were to follow ;
and they were prepared to construct a
fort, in part to prevent the Dutch, who
aspired to control the river, from ac-
complishing their purpose, and in part
to defend themselves against the In-
dians.
They arrived none too soon ; for a
few days after they landed, a vessel
from New Amsterdam appeared off
shore with intent to take possession of
the region and build fortifications.
Luckily the English had mounted a
couple of cannon, and the Dutch
thought best to return peaceably
whence they had come. Winter
soon set in, and the settlers could
do little beforehand save to pro-
vide themselves with shelters of the
most primitive kind. In the spring,
work was taken up in earnest, and
other settlers came ; but for a long time
the colony grew very slowly, and the
earliest years were years of annual
struggle with the stubborn earth and
the hard winters. One of the first
tasks of the pioneers was to build a
wooden fort and to set up a line of
palisades twelve feet high across the
neck of the peninsula. Like all the
early towns Saybrook suffered at the
hands of the Indians. A number of its
inhabitants were slain in the immedi-
ate vicinity and the cows sometimes
returned from pasture with arrows
sticking in their sides.
By 1647, while the population was
still less than one hundred, a church
was erected. Up to that time the
meetings had been held in what the
records speak of as "the great hall" of
the fort. The church stood at one end
of a public square called "The Green."
In the Old Cemetery
To assemble the people for service a
drum was beaten, and it was voted that
at the front door of the church should
be "a gard of 8 men every Sabbath
and Lecture-day compleat in their
arms." A sentinel, too, was stationed
on a turret, or platform, built on the
meeting-house roof. The necessity of
this protection against savage assault
is seen when one remembers that
an average of over four score English
are estimated to have been slain yearly
by the Indians during the first half
century of Connecticut's settlement.
This seems distressing enough, but
from the Indian viewpoint the slaugh-
ter was far worse ; for twenty of their
number were killed to one of the white.
A second meeting-house was com-
pleted in 1681 near the site of the first.
Of this structure it is known that the
seats in the body of the house were
plain wooden benches assigned to
members of the congregation accord-
ing to age, rank, office, and estate.
Several leading men were given per-
mission to build square pews against
the walls of the audience room, and the
minister's family had a square pew at
the right of the pulpit. The pulpit it-
self was a high, angular construction
furnished with a Geneva Bible, a Bay
Psalm Book, and an hour-glass with
which to time the service. The two
deacons faced the congregation sitting
on a seat at the base of the pulpit, and
the tithing man with his fox-tail rod
of office took his position where he
could best oversee the behavior of the
worshippers.
The original settlement of Saybrook
Point about the fort gradually over-
flowed to the mainland, until presently
the center of population and the chief
village were a mile or two from the
earlier hamlet. Thus, when the third
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On the Outskirts
church was built in 1726 at a cost of
$1,600 a new and more generally con-
venient location was chosen.
Until near the end of the century
this edifice had neither steeple nor bell.
After these were added it was custom-
ary, down to 1840, to ring the bell ev-
ery noon to announce to the people
the arrival of the dinner hour. The
bell was also rung during the winter at
nine in the evening as a notification it
was bedtime. Neither of the previous
churches were ever warmed, nor was
this for more than one hundred years.
The chief feature of the church in-
terior was the high pulpit overhung by
a huge sounding-board, both much
elaborated with panels and mouldings.
On Sunday the pulpit stairs were filled
by small boys who were always eager
to get the upper step, for this position
gave the occupant the honor of open-
ing the pulpit door to the minister
when he ascended to his place. The
pews were square with seats on three
sides so that a portion of the worship-
pers sat with sides or backs to the
preacher. A wide, heavy gallery ex-
tended clear around the room except
on the north, where rose the pulpit
Its east wing was exclusively for wom-
en, the west for men. The front tier of
seats was reserved for the singers.
Behind them on the south side were
four box pews regarded by many as
most desirable sittings. Some of the
young people of both sexes found these
especially attractive, though more be-
cause the seclusion was adapted for
social purposes than because of any
religious ardor. Finally, in each of
the remote rear corners of the gallery
was still another box pew for the oc-
cupancy of the colored people, who
were not allowed to sit elsewhere.
Perhaps Saybrook's strongest ap-
peal to fame is the fact that the town
was the first domicile of Yale Uni-
versity. It was characteristic of the
settlers of New England that no soon-
er had they set up their homes on the
soil than they began to make provis-
ion for the education of their children.
Not content with establishing primary
schools, they founded Harvard College
within seven vears of the settlement of
AN HISTORIC TOWN IN CONNECTICUT
573
Boston. Connecticut, in proportion
to its population and means, bore its
full share in Harvard's support ; but
after the lapse of some fifty years the
people of the colony began to feel a
need of having a collegiate school of its
own. The idea took definite form at
a meeting of Connecticut pastors in
September, 1701, when each one pres-
ent made a gift of books to the pro-
posed college.
The infant institution which, sub-
sequently, in honor of a generous ben-
efactor, took the name of Yale, was
thus started, and shortly a citizen of
Saybrook gave it the use of a house
and lot. This house was quite suffici-
ent, for during the first six months
the college community consisted of
the president and a single student, and
only fifty-five young men were grad-
uated in fifteen years. The trustees
were far from unanimous in locating
the College at Saybrook, and its affairs
continued in an unsettled state until
1716, when it was transferred to New
Haven. The change was not accom-
plished without turmoil, a curious ac-
count of which is found in the Rev.
Samuel Peters's General History of
Connecticut } published in 1781. He
says :
"A vote passed at Hertford, to re-
move the College to Weathersfield ; and an-
other at Newhaven, that it should be re-
moved to that town. Hertford, in order to
carry its vote into execution, prepar(ed
teams, boats, and a mob, and privately set
off for Saybrook, and seized upon the col-
lege apparatus, library, and students, and
carried all to Weathersfield. This re-
doubled the jealousy of the saints at New-
haven, who thereupon determined to fulfill
their vote ; and accordingly having collected
a mob sufficient for the enterprise, they sat
out for Weathersfield, where they seized by
surprise the students, library, etc., etc. But
on the road to New Haven, they were over-
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S74
THE RESURRECTION OF A MINISTER
taken by the Hertford mob, who, however,
after an unhappy battle, were obliged to re-
tire with only a part of the library and part
of the students. The quarrel increased
daily, everybody expecting a war; and no
doubt such would have been the case had not
the peacemakers of Massachusetts-Bay in-
terposed with their usual friendship, and
advised their dear friends of Hertford to
give up the College to Newhaven. This
was accordingly done to the great joy of
the crafty Massachusetts, who always greed-
ily seek their own prosperity, though it
ruin their best neighbors.
"The College being thus fixed forty miles
further west from Boston than it was be-
fore, tended greatly to the interest of Har-
vard College ; for Saybrook and Hertford,
out of pure grief, sent their sons to Har-
vard, instead of the College at Newhaven."
The Resurrection of a Minister
By Edith Copeman
LIKE millions of diamonds,
against a background of deep-
1 est blue, the stars were gleam-
ing. Among the leaves of great
oak trees on the campus, the wind
whispered softly ; and beneath the
branches two figures paced slowly back
and forth.
"It's hard to realize," Dr. Halstead
was saying, "that six years have
passed since we walked here together
and talked of our future on Com-
mencement night. Six years ! You
have 'Reverend' prefixed to your name,
I 'M. D.' added to mine. Truly a
wonderful six years ! Philip, I can
only wish for that young brother of
mine, for whose sake we have come so
far, a future as bright as ours seems
to-night ; for yours will be bright in
spite of this year's enforced idleness."
Silence for a moment, — then
"Perhaps it was not 'enforced' idle-
ness," the other answered ; "and con-
cerning my future, Fred, it's as dark
as that sky, and there is no light to
brighten it. Shall we sit down here?
Smoke, if you like, as you did the last
time we sat here, six years ago. And
now — I'm lame — "
"Not very," the Doctor interrupted;
"and you have your work, and Mar-
ion •"
"Don't !" broke in his companion
sharply. "Fred, I have nothing: not
Marion — not my work."
The Doctor's hand dropped, and the
cigar fell unnoticed to the ground.
"You don't mean — " he said, amaze-
ment in every syllable, "that Marion,
to whom you have been engaged — al-
ways, it seems "
"Declined to marry me," the other
finished, his voice vibrating with pain.
"You know that my horse threw me a
year ago, and you know that I shall
always be lame. I never dreamed it
could make a difference to Marion ;
but one day, more to hear her tell me
that it did not matter to her than for
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375
anything else, I asked her if it would
hurt her to walk through life with a
man who limped. She answered, evas-
ively, that of course I'd recover, and
we would wait." The voi'ce faltered
then.
The Doctor's hand was on his shoul-
der. "Don't tell me now," he said ;
"some other time if you care to."
But Philip recovered himself in a
moment.
"I'll tell you now," he said steadily.
"I've seen you only once, you know,
during those six years. Perhaps as
many more will slip by before we meet
again, and I want you to know. I
could not recover, and I knew it ; and
the next day I offered to release Mar-
ion. She cried, of course, as women
all do — doubtless — when they are
crushing a man's heart and wrecking
his life ; but she said, 'it must be for the
best.' Can you understand that ? Her
'best,' no doubt ; but for me — . That's
all," he added in a moment, "except, as
I told you, I have no work ; for I gave
it up."
"Surely not your ministry, Phil,"
exclaimed the Doctor.
"My ministry and my church," came
the answer in hard tones. "Do you
remember the day I was ordained three
years ago? You came five hundred
miles to see me then, and we stood to-
gether near the altar after the services
that night. You held out your hand
and grasped mine. 'Keep the faith,
old man,' you said. 'I'll keep the
faith,' I answered. But I have not
kept it. The faith of my boyhood and
manhood is gone. Called to preach?
No! I left my church a year ago, —
not as you thought, and as others
thought, because I needed a long time
in which to regain my strength, — but
because I'll never preach a gospel of
love and peace and good-will, when
with all the power of my being I rebel
and protest against the midnight dark-
ness that has come to me."
Dr. Halstead's outstretched hand
and warm grasp voiced the sympathy
his lips refused to express ; and the
two men left the seat under the oaks
and walked slowly towards the college
buildings.
"But surely you have something in
mind," the Doctor said. "What next,
Philip?"
"Europe for the next few months :
then I'm going to look after my fath-
er's interests in Jacksonville. That
will take but a few days, however. I
have no plans beyond that. I wish
you were going with me."
"So do I," answered the Doctor
heartily; "but I can't, not even to
Jacksonville. That's a temptation,
however, for my cousin lives just
across the river from there. She was
Margaret Leslie : you remember her,
do you not?"
"Perfectly," Philip answered, "a
slender slip of a girl with wonderful
hair and eyes, who attended our Col-
lege Commencement."
"Yes," Dr. Halstead replied, a
strange expression stealing over his
features. "Margaret isn't Margaret
Leslie, Phil. She is Margaret Ham-
mond ; and the 'slender slip of a girl*
whom you knew has disappeared.
You will find her changed — much
changed : but go to see her. Promise."
"I shall be most happy to go," Philip
responded, wondering at the Doctor's
earnestness. And as, side by side,
these two men walked up the steps of
the College chapel, the Doctor said to
himself.
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"He must see Margaret. Margaret
will help him as no one else can."
Months passed : and the Easter lilies
were blooming when Philip Douglass,
having reached Jacksonville the day
before, left his hotel and stood at the
river's edge looking for some one to
row him across.
"Massa Douglass, sah?" a voice
called, accompanied by a vigorous
splashing of oars. "Gwine to cross,
sah? Miss Margaret say be sho' to
look fo' yo'," and a woolly head was
bared, and two strong hands steadied
the boat as Philip climbed in, under-
standing at once that Dr. Halstead,
whom he had seen a week before, had
written his cousin of his coming.
"How did you know me?" Philip
asked curiously as they glided away.
"Miss Marg'ret 'scribe Massa,"
came the answer ; " 'Massa Douglass
look like dat, Ben,' Miss Marg'ret say,
'less he much changed — an' he come
from dat hotel.' "
Swiftly the man rowed ; and they
neared the green bluffs of the opposite
shore. Then the long strokes sent the
boat up one of the creeks, and soon
the rower turned his head.
"Dat's de house, sah," he said, "an'
dat's Miss Marg'ret up dar."
Far back from the water Philip saw
the rambling many-windowed house,
sheltered on all sides by cypress and
pine trees. Near the water's edge,
great trees stood in stately beauty —
their branches bearing proudly their
burdens of heavy moss, which hung
over the water. Beyond the house
stretched acres of woodland, and over
all the blue arch of the heavens re-
flected itself in the water, over which
the light boat flew. Hundreds of the
fair while lilies of the Southland
nodded their pure heads between the
water's edge and the two women
standing halfway up the gently slop-
ing bank, and the air was heavy with
the perfume of the flowers.
The girl had disappeared ; and the
figure on the bank was that of gra-
cious, well-rounded womanhood. The
softly waving brown hair was un-
changed, but the wonderful eyes —
dark as midnight — held in them, not
the light of the stars as of old, but a
certain indefinable something that
made the tears spring unbidden to
one's eyes, only to be checked as one
became conscious of the rare strength
and sweetness of the softly curved
lips.
Beside her stood a woman with skin
like brown satin, with eyes full of
adoration and love. She said some-
thing to her mistress as the little boat
came near, and a smile lighted up the
face.
Philip glanced at his companion.
The negro's head was bare, and his
features twitched.
"Your mistress is very beautiful,"
the passenger said, half to himself,
when Ben had pulled past the two and
towards the landing a little way up the
stream.
"She's the kin' wot de Lawd lub
bes', sah," the man answered.
"Why?" queried Philip in surprise.
"Cos she lub His will," came the
answer reverently. "O, Massa, many's
de time Fs seed her standin' dar wen
I's rowed Massa Hammon' obcr ; an'
she wave her han', an' smile, an' her
lubly eyes (ley sparkle like de sunshine
on de watah. O, Miss Marg'ret —
honey "
"And he died !" Philip said under
his breath.
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S77
Ben nodded.
"He ketched de scarlet feber up
Xo'th, sah," he said. "Miss Marg'ret
she take car ob him — get it too ; Massa
die, an' Miss Marg'ret get well,
but "
He hesitated, then went on, his voice
almost a whisper: "Ob cose de gen-
'leman know, ebber since den Miss
Marg'ret blinV
"Blind !" Then he understood the
note of pain that had crept in the Doc-
tor's voice when he spoke of his
cousin.
He left the boat, and a moment later
walked along the path to where a
white-robed figure advanced with out-
stretched hand to meet him.
"You are very welcome, Mr. Doug-
lass," his hostess said ; "Dr. Halstead
wrote that you were coming to Jack-
sonville yesterday, and would come
over here to-day. And you have so
lately seen the Doctor, whom I have
not seen for over three years. Will
you tell me all about him?"
They were walking towards the
house ; and Philip understood perfectly
that Mrs. Hammond was talking in
order to give him time to recover from
the shock he felt at the change that
had come to her.
He was quite himself when they
reached the house ; and he told her —
and few could tell as well — of the Doc-
tor's work, his new home and his
charming young wife.
"You make me see it all," Margaret
said softly. "I knew he would suc-
ceed— that the world needed him — but
we did not dream that success would
come as soon as it has. He deserves
it."
"He does," responded her guest em-
phatically ; "more perhaps than others,
because he thinks less of success than
cf his work."
Not a word that day of himself, not
a word of the change that had come
in her life; but before he was rowed
back across the St. Johns he knew he
would not leave Jacksonville in six
days as he had planned.
Day after day he crossed the river,
conscious — in a strange, vague way —
that hope and help lay in Margaret
Hammond's hands ; and each day he
wondered what that day would bring.
Two weeks slipped by. He was row-
ing across in the white moonlight, and
Mrs. Hammond was sitting on her
porch, with Nellie a few yards away.
The splash of the oars made music,
far-reaching and sweet, and across the
still night air it stole and reached her
ears. Her lips parted and a low sob-
bing breath came from them.
"Nellie, do you hear that?" she
asked, almost in a whisper.
The woman came close to her chair.
"Yes, Miss Margaret," she an-
swered.
"Is it moonlight, Nellie, bright
moonlight?" came from the white lips.
"Yes, Miss Marg'ret. O honey,
don't listen !"
But her mistress did not hear her.
She rose from her low chair and
walked to the edge of the veranda.
From head to foot she trembled.
"Oh!" she whispered. The sound of
the rowing, then the footsteps, the
bright moonlight and the scent of the
lilies "O Nellie, Nellie, take me
in."
Silently the woman led her into the
house and to a softly-cushioned chair.
She knelt beside her, the tears falling
over the dark face : full well she knew
the memory it brought to her mistress.
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THE RESURRECTION OF A MINISTER
On moonlight nights her lover had
rowed himself across the silvery river,
and the girl on the porch had waited
with love-lit eyes and smiling lips
while the voice of the water had told
her of his coming.
Since Mr. Hammond's death no one
had rowed to that landing at night, for
a little way down the stream was
another, where by tacit understanding
they moored their boats.
Steps came up the porch — not the
eager, springing ones of old, but the
halting steps of a lame man. Directly
Philip Douglass was announced, and,
in spite of Nellie's tearful protest,
Margaret rose, her face as white as the
moonlight without, and left the room
to receive her guest on the veranda,
which was also a most delightful sit-
ting-room.
"I came over to say good-bye,"
Philip said, after the first greetings.
"I am going on to-morrow."
"On to New Orleans, or back to
your work?"
"To New Orleans," he answered
quickly. "I have no work, Mrs. Ham-
mond. Did not the Doctor tell you?"
"Yes," she said quietly. "He told me
of your sorrow and — all he knew. But
you have your work nevertheless."
"I think not," he replied.
"Pardon me," she said, as she turned
towards him. "You may not accept it ;
you may cast it aside and let it go un-
done forever — for your work no one
else can do: but it is yours, and you
are not doing it."
"T was ordained a minister, Mrs.
Hammond, as you are aware," he re-
sponded, "and that part of me is
dead."
"The dead shall live," she answered,
only half aloud; and her face was
turned towards the spot acioss the
river where her dead lay sleeping.
"Mr. Douglass, will you let me
speak very plainly to you? Because I
have suffered, because I too have seen
all that was best and dearest pass out
of my life, will you let me touch this
wound of yours ? Listen ! You can
see, I cannot — but I know just how the
leaves of the trees are waving softly
out there. I know well how the white
moonlight is playing through them,
and how it is gleaming on the water
beyond, making it look from here like
one mass of moving silver. One night,
a night like this three years ago, when
they had laid my husband across the
river there, and when I knew that 1
must live all my life in the dark, I
slipped away from the house when I
thought no one knew, and I walked
down there to the edge of the water.
You call the taking of one's physical
life sin, do you not? I did not care
then. I only knew that the sunshine
and the daytime had become darkness
and midnight. I had turned to stone:
I did not hate or love. My love was
buried in the grave with my husband,
and only one thought filled me — to
leave it, all the misery and suffering
and horror — and I hoped that, turning
my back on this life, God would give
me in another world a glimpse of
light."
She shivered and paused, living over
again the night of which she told him.
"T walked out in the stream," she
went on, her voice hardly above a
whisper. "When the water reached
my waist 1 let myself fall, and felt it
close over me. Then two strong arms
were around me, and some one half
dragged, half carried me back to the
shore. Then T was picked up bodily
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^79
and carried into the house, where I lay
unconscious for hours. They said the
fever had not left me, that 1 was not
responsible : but Nellie knew better —
Nellie, who had dragged me out of
the water. 'Miss Marg'ret,' she said
to me, 'de Lawd sen' fo' yo' wen He
want yo' up dar. Spec' He's got lots
ob wuk fo' yo' 'mong de common folks
down heah.' And then I knew I was
a coward."
He could hear her quick breathing
in the silence that followed. Then —
"Do you know why I have told you
this?" she asked. "Because I want
you to know that I learned, or am
learning, that our lives are not our
own to use as we choose. Mr. Doug-
lass, will you go back to your work?"
"Not to that work."
"Why ? Are you willing to lose
your opportunity ?"
"J do not see it."
"Do you not?" she asked quickly:
and he felt the depth of earnestness in
her voice. "Oh, do you not see that if
you accepted this sorrow bravely and
manfully you would be worthy to
preach? But you were not worthy
when, at the first burden laid upon
you, you faltered and turned back.
How could you disappoint God so
when He had trusted you ? You told
your people of Divine . strength and
power and goodness : but when dark-
ness came in your sky, you said there
was neither sun nor moon nor stars !
Think ! You, a man, God-made and
God-endowed, to have looked only for
happiness, only for self, when perhaps
hundreds of people are waiting for the
help you can bring them !"
Then the voice faltered. A lash
could not have stung more than the
words she had spoken, backed as they
were by the scorn and pain in her
voice.
The man's face was white. He rose
and stood beside her chair.
"You think me a coward!" he said.
A moment's intense silence.
"Yes," she said, quietly, "I think
you a — coward."
"I am," he responded : "good night."
To which she replied,
"Will you come over again in the
morniner
?•'
"Yes," he said: "good night."
She heard the halting footsteps die
away. He had gone— not down to
the water's edge where his boat was
fastened — but had turned aside and
taken the path through the pines, to-
wards the lower landing, intending —
Margaret thought — to get Ben to row
him across from there.
There was a moss-covered rock in
the shadow of the trees ; and hardly
knowing where he went, he found
himself half kneeling, half lying
against it, and there in the stillness
Philip Douglass came face to face with
himself. All that was best and noblest
in the man's nature arose and stood a
merciless judge over all that was weak
and small and selfish.
Like a panorama, scenes of his life
passed before him, and always — every-
where— was Marion. He looked back
to his school-days, and Marion walked
beside him and he carried her books ;
back to the days when he had planned
his future, and Marion had beggedr
with eyes shining, "lie something
great, Philip. Be someone in the
world who 'counts.' '
Through his college days, Marion's
letters and Marion's self had stood
like a shield between him and evil : for
her he had overcome temptation, that
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THE RESURRECTION OF A MINISTER
he might look in her eyes unshamed.
He heard again her answer on the
wonderful white day when he had told
her what she had always known, and
she had answered as he had always
known she would. And during his
theological course, and during the
time he preached, Marion had been
the bright light in which he walked,
the faith by which he lived, and the
gift of which he tried to be worthy.
And then — in the stillness of the
night he breathed hard and fast at the
remembrance of the day when he had
known that over and above all else
towered the pride of the girl who had
promised to be his wife — a pride that
left no room for sacrifice in one whose
life had been all sunshine.
He had taken a certain melancholy
satisfaction in the belief that life for
him was over. But to-night Margaret
Hammond had torn the veil from his
eyes, and he stood forth as he was.
"You have called yourself a servant
of God," his stern judge said, "and
you have been serving self. You
called on your people to worship a liv-
ing, real Father, and you set up for
yourself an idol of clay and wor-
shipped it. You taught men to be
brave, and told women to endure : but
you proved traitor and coward at the
first test."
Dimly there came to him the
thought of One who long ago for the
sins of others endured the darkness of
Gethsemane. One to whom angels
ministered. To this man, seeing his
own sin and hating himself, would an
angel of hope draw near?
He never knew how long he stayed
there. He knew it was hours : and
then, like one hopeless, he slowly left
the still woods and rowed back across
the river. And he never knew that the
faint splash of his oars reached Mar-
garet's ears and made her start up sud-
denly in her sleep.
Xo rest came to him that night;
but in the early morning he fell into
a heavy dreamless sleep from which he
did not awaken until nearly noon. He
would have to take the night train, or
else break his promise to see Mrs.
Hammond again, which was quite im-
possible.
Early in the afternoon he rowed
over. Half-way across he met Ben.
He saw the man start at sight of his
wdiite hopeless face ; and to avoid the
question he knew was trembling on
the. old man's lips, he asked,
"Is Mrs. Hammond at the house,
Ben?"
"No, sah ; Miss Marg'ret up to ok
Susie's cabin. Susie's lil boy dead.
Ps gwine across fo' de pa'son, sah."
Then Ben rowed on, and Philip
pulled on towards the other side, and
up the creek past the landing.
Under the spreading branches of the
trees he laid his oars down and let
the boat float. He was unwilling to
go up to the house until Margaret re-
turned, or to join her in the negro's
cabin. He had heard of Susie's little
child. Margaret had gone every day
to help care for it, and two days be-
fore had told him of its death.
An hour passed. Through the
trees he could see little groups of peo-
ple going towards Susie's cabin. Then
he saw Ben come back alone. Vague-
ly he wondered what Ben would say
if he knew he had once been a minis-
ter. He would be, he knew — even in
the eyes of this ignorant black man —
an object of scorn and pity: and in
the depth of his self-loathing, he al-
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most wished the old man did know.
He was puzzled that Ben should have
returned without the minister ; and
after all, he thought he might as well
go up to the cabin and walk back with
Mrs. Hammond.
The room was full when he entered
it, ten minutes later. Margaret stood
near the sobbing mother and father,
and made room for him when Ben, who
had caught sight of him, whispered
his name.
"It's very sad," Margaret said in a
low tone. "Their minister could not
come. He fell this morning and was
hurt, and Susie did not receive the
message he sent."
"Is there no one else — your own
minister, for instance?" Philip asked
quickly.
"He is away," Margaret answered
sadly. "He would come if he were
here. I will sing for them, and old
Ben will talk to them."
Then in another minute the full, rich
contralto filled the room.
Philip looked about him. On
every side his eyes met dark wet
faces, and sobs that they vainly tried
to check because "Miss Marg'ret" was
singing — broke from those who had
loved the tiny boy lying so quietly
there. He looked towards the white
flower-covered casket, and needed no
one to tell him it had been Margaret's
gift. Beside it stood a small wooden
table covered with a white cloth, and
on it an open Bible. He could touch
it if he reached out his hand. "Nearer,
My God to Thee," he heard the voice
sing, and it seemed far off. He for-
got his shameful fall — the agony of the
night before — all the years of his life ;
and all his world was the space
bounded bv the walls of the cabin.
The voice of the singer died away.
Then in the hush that followed, Mar-
garet felt some one pass her. Old Ben
rose slowly ; but a tall figure stood be-
fore the table, and white hands turned
the leaves of the Bible.
"Massa Douglass gwine to read
from cle scripters," Ben whispered to
Margaret.
And she answered as softly : "Mr.
Douglass is a minister, Ben. Tell
Susie."
"Bress de Lawd !" exclaimed Ben:
and soon everyone in the room knew
that a white man and a minister was
conducting the funeral service of the
little negro baby.
Verse after verse he read — the
low-toned, perfectly modulated voice
speaking comfort to the sore hearts;
but Margaret knew that the words
held in them for him no life or hope.
Then a strange tone crept into his
voice.
" T am the Resurrection and the
Life,' " he read : " 'he that believeth
in me, though he were dead, yet shall
he live.' "
The sobbing was hushed. Not the
sound of a breath broke the silence that
fell. Margaret Hammond's hand
was pressed over her heart as if to
still its wild throbbing; and she won-
dered what the Voice speaking to him
in this lowliest of places had said.
She understood a moment later : for —
" T am the Resurrection and the
Life," he repeated, faith and confi-
dence in his tones. ' 'He that be-
lieveth in me, though he were dead,
vet shall he live.' ' And the voice
rang with triumph over death itself,
conquered.
Softlv, slowly, reverently, he closed
the Book and reached out his hands.
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THE QUEST
"My friends," he said, "let us pray."
Margaret Hammond was a guest in
Dr. Halstead's home a year later, and
he stood beside her with an open letter
in his hand.
"From Philip Douglass," he said.
"You hear from him, I know, and
know of his work ; but I wish you
could talk to him and know his
people."
"Tell me about him," she said: "he
writes of his church — of his people —
nothing of himself."
The doctor seated himself beside
her.
"You know of the church to which
he was called," he said "a month
ago I heard him preach there.
Margaret, a power not of earth
Alls him , and he stands before a
congregation as cultured and intellect-
ual as any in his city, and he holds
them spellbound — not because of rare
eloquence — not because of anything
one can understand ; but he speaks
straight from his heart to the hearts
of his people, and they drink in his
words like thirsty ones drinking pure
water. 'You should work among the
needy,' I said to him after church. T
do,' he said quickly, 'they are needy —
the rich.' But the poor belong to him
too : and that afternoon I went with
him to the homes of those in depths
of poverty and sin, and heard him tell
hopeless ones of hope, and broken-
hearted ones of Divine peace and love.
How they love him ! They say he's
killing himself with work, and I told
him so too. Margaret, his face was
wonderful when he turned to me, full
of earnestness, full of faith and cour-
age. Tin not killing myself,' he said:
T'm living. And to live is what I'm
trying to teach others.' '
Then silence reigned, for Margaret
heard again the sobs in the negro
cabin, the rustling leaves of the Bible,
and the wonderful ring in the voice
that read, and then repeated, " T am
the Resurrection and the Life'."
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Gen. Washington to Gen. Greene
Phila., Dec'r 15th, 1781.
My dear Sir,
Your private letter of the 22A ulto. came to my hands the day before yesterday, — and
giving fresh assurances of your attachment & regard for me was received with gratitude and affection. —
As I feel myself interested in everything which concerns you it is with unfeigned pleasure I hear the
plaudits which are bestowed on your conduct by men of all description — public & private — and I commu-
nicate them to you with heartfelt pleasure — There is no man that does not acknowledge your eminent
services, nor is there any one that does not allow that you have done great things with little means.
I wish the detachment commanded by Genl. St. Clair may not be much reduced before it reaches you
— from what I have heard this is much to be feared. — ■
Mrs. Greene is now in this City on her way to So. Carolina — She is in perfect health and in good
spirits — and thinking no difficulty too great not to be encountered in the performance of this visit, it shall lie
my endeavor to "strew the way over with flowers" — Poor Mrs. Washington who has met with a most
severe stroke in the loss of her amiable son & only child Mr. Custis, is here with me, a^d ioins me most
cordially in every wish that tends to your happiness and glory. — Most sincerely and affectionately
I am — Dr Sir,
Yr. most obed Ser.,
G. Washington.
Maj'r. Genl. Greene.
Rowayton Harbor
Norwalk, Connecticut
By Angeline Scott
NORWALK, the only town
save one in Connecticut
which bears its original In-
dian name, claims its rank
among New England's oldest towns,
having celebrated the 250th anni-
versary of its recognition as a town-
ship on September 11, 1901. It
is undistinguished in history by In-
dian massacres, persecutions, battles,
or literary associations ; and its peo-
ple seem to be blessed because they
have no history in the annals of Con-
necticut, as read by the world in gen-
eral, save in a bare mention of Nor-
walk as one of the coast towns burned
by General Tryon during the Revolu-
tion. But a little research, stimulated
in these days by patriotic and histori-
cal societies, brings to light quaint
reminiscences of the forefathers'days,
typical of every Connecticut town 200
years ago. The first settlement was
begun in 1650 after the planters had
588
purchased rights from Roger Ludlow
and signed an agreement "to set upon
the plantinge of the saved Norwalke
with all convenient speed." The
names mentioned in this document are
those of Nathaniel Eli, Rithard Olm-
stead, Rithard Webb, Nathaniel Rith-
ards, Matthew Marvin, Rithard Sea-
mer, Thomas Spencer, Thomas Hales,
Nathaniel Ruskoe, Isacke Graves,
Ralph Keeler, John Holloway, Edward
Church, John Ruskoe associated with
others not named, constituting thirty
in all. The little company came from
Hartford in the spring of 1651, having
been preceded by a few of the hardiest
spirits in the previous autumn. They
made a camp one night on Blue Moun-
tain, in the northern part of the town,
where they must have looked eagerly
upon the lovely landscape of their
promised land, with the bright blue
waters of Long Island Sound spark-
lino- in the distance. The site of the
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earliest settlement is in East Norwalk,
very near the present railroad station.
In 1894 the Norwalk Chapter Daugh-
ters of the American Revolution
marked the place with a block of na-
tive granite suitably inscribed. Roger
Ludlow was led to purchase Norwaik
from the Indians in 1640 by the beauty
of its situation and diversified hills and
valleys "butting on the sea," intending
probably to plant another colony as he
had previously done at Fairfield. He
at first reserved two lots for his sons
in Norwalk, but finally relinquished
all title to Norwalk lands before his
sudden departure from Connecticut
with his family in 1654. Roger Lud-
low is nevertheless claimed as the
Founder of Norwalk, and a handsome
monument of Quincy granite, adorned
with a bas-relief in bronze represent-
ing Ludlow treating with the Indians,
was dedicated to him a few years ago,
bearing- this inscription: "This stone,
erected December, 1895, commemo-
rates the purchase from the aboriginal
inhabitants, made February 26, 1640,
by Roger Ludlow, deputy governor of
the colony of Connecticut, framer of
its first code of laws and founder of
Norwalk, of all the lands, meadows,
pasturings, trees, whatsoever there is,
and grounds between two rivers, the
one called Norwalk and the other
Soaketuck, to the middle of saved
rivers, from the sea, a day's walke into
the country."
The settlers shortly afterward pur-
chased a tract on the west side of the
Norwalk River from Capt. Daniel
Partrick, "as far as the brook Pampa-
skeshanke" (now known as Roton
Brook) which is the present western
boundary of the city of South Nor-
walk. The Norwalk Islands and the
Founder's Stone on Site of First
Settlement
part of the town now called Rowayton
were purchased from the Indian Sach-
ems Runckinheage, Piamikin, Ma-
gise, Townetom, Winnepucke, and
others, in 1708-9. Within the first
year of occupation Norwalk was rec-
ognized by the Connecticut Court in a
decree dated September 11, 1651,
"Ordered, that Norwalke shall bee a
Towne, and that they provide an in-
habitant, according to order, who shall
seasonably be tendered to take the oath
of a constable." And, in the following
month the first tax was laid. The set-
tlers had their hardships ; a wilderness
cannot become available for crops until
trees have been hewn, swamps drained,
and prodigious effort expended in sub-
duing the soil ; and they had, in addi-
tion, the task of building their dwell-
ings from the trees of a virgin forest,
thatching them with the grass of the
marshes. All of their implements and
provisions other than fish and game
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NORWALK, CONNECTICUT
Old Town House
were necessarily brought from Hart-
ford until the first crop was harvested.
There were no difficulties with the In-
dians to harrass the pioneers. The
Norwalk forefathers peaceably treated
with the few sachems round about and
found them honorable in keeping their
word. The rights of the townsmen
and of the Indians were well defined,
and strict account was kept of bound-
aries. When "bad coats" were inad-
vertently given to Mamachimon in pay-
ment for land, the wrong was redressed
on his complaint. There was sometimes
a little friction occasioned by com-
plaints of the "arrowes, gunnes, and
dogges" of the red men, but nothing
which could not be adjusted by the
town officials.
Winnipauke, an Indian sachem,,
deeded lands to the Rev. Thomas Han -
ford, calling him his "beloved friend."
There were wolves in the forest, and a
bounty for killing them is an item in
town accounts for a number of years.
When the log-cabins had become com-
fortable homes and the meeting-house
was built and the training band organ-
ized, a period of typical New England
town life ensued. All the men were
obliged tq attend town-meeting under
the penalty of a fine of a shilling for
absence. All meetings, both religious
and secular, were summoned by beat-
ing the "drumb," and one drummer
was "rewarded for his Service with the
drumb." Later a bell was hung in the
meeting-house "for to be wrung ther
for the probation of the goodness of
the bell." When it became a perma-
nent acquisition the bell was ordered
"to be rung by Zerubabell Hoyt at
nine of ye clock every night." A law
had previously been made that no pub-
lic transaction should take place after
nine at night. Thomas Lupton was
chosen, in July, 1668, "to look after the
young people in the meeting-house on
the Lord's day and to doe his best en-
deavor to keep them from playing and
unsivill behavior in time of public wor-
ship." Thomas Barnum undertook
the same task in 1681, "to keep good
decorum amongst the youth in times
of exercise on the Sabbath and other
publique meetings ; and the Towne doe
impower him, if he see .any disorderly
for to keep a small stick to correct such
with, only he is desired to do it with
clemency."
Questions of boundaries and high-
A Revolutionary House
NORWALK, CONNECTICUT
SQI
Old House in Winnepucke
ways required grave and judicious
committees. Stamford was very quar-
relsome over bounds and the question
was carried finally to the Court, and
there was a similar difficulty with
Fairfield. The site of the meeting-
house was changed three times from
1 65 1 to the Revolution; carrying with
it the center of population away from
its original place. Each time the
change was proposed strenuous objec-
tions were made, but the movement
northward began with the building of
the bridge at the "Point of Rocks near
the mill" (now the heart of the city of
Norwalk), and the progressive spirits
carried the day. Later generations
sometimes wish they had not, for, after
the N. Y., N. H. & H. Railroad was
built a new community grew up about
the station, resulting in two centers of
population divided by a mile of resi-
dential district, resulting finally in two
municipalities in one township of 20,-
000 population; while, if the first set-
tlers had remained at East Norwalk
the town would have grown larger in a
compact way. Before building each
meeting-house the two parties were so
evenly divided that it became neces-
sary to submit the question to arbitra-
tion committees from outside who
could give impartial judgment on the
matter, "the honored deputy Governor,
the honored Major Goold with the
Rev. Elder Buckingham" served on
one committee, and the resolution ap-
pointing them reads, "the town in-
gages to sit down satisfied with there
detarmination as to the place of its
standing." In 1718 "Major Peter
Burr, Major Samuel Ealls and Mr.
Jonathan Law, Esq.," served on a sim-
ilar committee. Norwalk's first min-
ister, the Rev. Thomas Hanford, was
tutored by Dr. Charles Chauncey, sec-
ond president of Harvard. He was
the typical Puritan clergyman of his
day, a gentleman and scholar, possess-
ing, too, a turn for practical affairs,
since he is rated in 1671 as the pos-
sesser of £300, the second largest es-
tate on the list of tax-payers. His
ministry covered a period of 41 years;
and, in 1686, when he was grow-
ing old, the town passed a reso-
lution desiring "Mr. Hanford to
proceed in the work of the min-
istry, and therein to continue in the
sayd work, until the Lord by his provi-
dence shall dispose of him otherwise ;
—promising to indeavor to our ability
for to give him due incouragement."
His salary at first (1656) was "three
score pounds allowed for the yere in-
Old House, Norwalk
i. First Congregational Church. 2. Methodist, Norwalk. 3. Trinity, Episcopal, South Norvvalk.
4. . 5. Congregational, South Norwalk. 6. First Methodist,
South Norwalk. 7. St. Mary's. Roman Catholic. 8. St. Paul's, Episcopal
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suing, to be paid as followeth — 30
pounds in wheat pease and barley at
the prices — 4 shillings per bushel for
wheat and barley, and for pease 3
shillings per bushel, the other 30 pounds
to be payed, 8 pounds in (obliterated)
and the other 22 pounds is to be payed
in beefe and pork at the common cur-
rint prise that it brings, when it is
dew."
The common school was early estab-
lished, of course. In 1678 the town-
meeting "voted and agreed to hier a
scole master to teach all the childring
in the towne to lern to reade and write,
and that Mr. Cornish shall be hired for
that cervice and the townsmen are to
hire him upon as reasonable terms as
they can." While the schoolmasters
were engaged by the town, it appears
in 1 701 that the parents of the children
had to pay at a certain rate for their
tuition. "All children from the age of
five years old to the age of twelve
years, shall all pay an equall propor-
tion ; excepting the feamale ; all that
doe not goe to school, and all youths
above the age of twelve yeares as goe
in the day shall pay equally with the
others above saved ; and all night
schollers shall pay a third part so much
as the day schoolers ; and the schoolers
to pay fifteen pounds ; and the remain-
der of the charge of the schoole mas-
ters sallary shall be paid by the towne
according to their list of estate in the
publique list of the Collonie." We
have a glimpse of Norwalk in 1704 in
the diary of Madame Knight, who
made the difficult journey from Boston
to New York and return on horseback
in the inclement season of the year.
She came into Norwalk by the old
Stamford Path, which was the high-
wav between Stamford and Fairfield
:■<.?•:,.,- ,
Unithd Bank Building
250 years ago, "marked by barked
trees, heaps of stones and staddle
patches." Madame Knight says,
"About nine at night we came to Nor-
walk, having crept over a timber of a
Broken Bridge about thirty foot long
and fifty to ye water. I was exceed-
ingly tired out and cold when we came
to our Inn, and could get nothing there
but poor entertainment and the imper-
tinant Bable of one of the worst of
men, among many others of which our
Host made one, who had he bin one
degree Impundenter, would have out-
done his Grandfather, and this I think
is the most perplexed night I have yet
had. From hence, Saturday, Decem-
ber 2^, a very cold and windy day, af-
ter an intolerable night's lodgings, wee
hasted forward, only observing in our
way the Town to be situated on a Nav-
igable River, with indifferent Build-
ings, and people more refined than in
some of the Country towns wee had
Grumman's Hill
passed, tho vicious enough, the church
and Tavern being next neighbors."
The Rev. Stephen Buckingham was
the minister from 1697 to 1727, a man
of exceptional culture, possessing a
library of a thousand volumes. These
books were destroyed fifty years after
his death, when the British burned the
town. His wife was a grand-daughter
of the Rev. Thomas Hooker, and it
was said of her "she was the most ac-
complished lady that ever came to
Norwalk." Mrs. Buckingham's moth-
er was the daughter of Capt. Thomas
Willett, first mayor of New York
City, and her grave in the old "Down
Town" cemetery has been suitably
marked by her Hooker descendants.
All of the early generations of Nor-
walk are buried in this cemetery at
East Norwalk, which has been so in-
effectually guarded that many old
graves have been encroached upon by
modern burials. It is proposed, how-
ever, by the I listorical Association, to
protect those that remain, and a plan
has been started to build a wall about
the grounds with a memorial arch at
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the entrance composed of blocks of
stone inscribed with the names of the
founders of the town, contributed by
their descendants.
When one begins a search into Nor-
walk history the most interesting relics
and traditions seem to relate to the
burning of the town by British invad-
ers on July 12, 1779. To follow the
course of the enemy through the town
on that day of terror one should start
at Fitch's Point, where the troops
landed on the evening before and en-
camped for the night. The place has
been marked with a metal tablet
mounted on a wayside stone by the
Norwalk Chapter D. A. R. Uncertain
of the strength of the Americans, Gen.
Tryon divided his forces, one wing
commanded by Gen. Garth crossing to
the west side of the river, and landing
at Old Well (South Norwalk), while
the main body under Tryon himself
marched up the east side to the
heart of the town, taking Grumman's
Hill for headquarters. The chair in
which Tryon sat that day, watching
the flames kindled bv his soldiers'
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595
torches spreading from farm to farm,
is now the property of the Rev. C. M.
Selleck, author of "Norwalk/5 a very
complete history of the town, pub-
lished in 1896. Only a small number
of men were available for the defence
of the town, so many were enlisted in
the war. Capt. Stephen Betts, who
commanded the patriots, in an affidavit
made by him July 26, 1779, says he
had "less than fifty Continental regu-
lars and some militia with which to
resist a superior force." They seemed
to hold their own for five hours, yet
were driven slowly toward "the
Rocks" on France Street, where from
ten o'clock till noon they resisted the
enemy. Two Americans were killed
and one wounded, while the British
loss, reported by Tryon, was twenty
killed, ninety-six wounded, and thirty-
two unaccounted for. The burning
was accomplished as the British re-
treated, and the loss in this way was
135 houses, eighty-nine barns, twenty-
five shops, five vessels in the harbor,
and four mills. None of the houses
off the line of march were burned.
The detachment under Gen. Garth lost
three men in a sharp skirmish on Flax
Hill. From there they marched up
West Avenue to join Tryon at the
northern end of the town. On the way
it is said, they came to grief at the
home of Deacon Thomas Benedict,
who had placed wine and cider on his
porch for the refreshment of the patri-
ots who had watched during the pre-
vious night. The British soldiers
drank of the liquor too freely and, the
deacon used to say when he told the
story, "a drunken person is as harm-
less as a corpse." Owing to this delay
the Americans from Flax Hill joined
their comrades at "the Rocks" before
PI
Flax Hill Revolutionary Boulder
Garth's men reached the place. The
Norwalk Chapter D. A. R. has marked
the scene of the battle with a granite
boulder. The taxable property in
Norwalk at the time of the Revolution
amounted to three hundred thousand
pounds, and the amount of damages
allowed by the assembly was about one
hundred and sixty thousand dollars,
paid in grants of land in the Connecti-
cut Western Reserve in Ohio, known
as "sufferer's lands." The inventory
of the claim of Fountain Smith's es-
tate shows what a typical house of the
times contained. This yellow time-
stained document was found, not long
since, in a secret compartment of an
old chest in the attic of one of his
descendants.
Fountain Smith's Loss By Burning of
Norwalk. July ye 11, 1779.
One house 28 by 26 one story and
a half well finished below L65.0.0.
One Shop 20 feeat by 18 wide fin-
ished L5.0.0.
Two Load of Good English hay
two ton L4. 10. o.
One Chest of Curld Maple draws. .L2.0.0.
Two Square Table one Wallnut
and one White Wood Li.o.o.
Eight Black Chears part Worn. . . .L.o.10.0.
One Large Pott Iron about 4 Gal-
lons L.o. 12.0.
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NORWALK, CONNECTICUT
Commemorating the " Battle of the Rocks."
One Brass Cittle of 30 We L.1.10.0.
One Larg Iron Cittle about 2 gal-
lons L. 0.6.0.
One pair of Styllards L.o.3.0.
One Frying pan L.o.6.0.
One Small Looking Glass L.o.10.0.
Two good Duck Whealls at 15 pr
peas Li.10.0.
One Reall L.o.4.0.
One Large Wheall L.o.6.0.
Two Bedsteads and 2 cords at 10. .L.1.0.0.
One Large Duftail Chist with a
lock L.o.12.0.
Two puter plates and 2 porringers. L.o.4.0.
One Dozen of Spoons L.o.2.0.
Two woden beads L.0.12.0.
Two Good Pillows filed with feth-
ers 'L.o.8.0.
One Iron Ladel L. 0.3.0.
One Brass Skinner L.0.4.0.
Six Butter Tubs at 3/ pr peace. .. .L. 0.18.0.
One Hundred Weight of fish L.o.10.0.
Three Pork Barrell at L.o.12.0.
One Barrel] of Tobacco About 60
Wc L.1.10.0.
Two Good Sedar Tubs L.0.10.0.
Seventy-five il* »nr casks at 1/6/2. .. .L.5.12.6.
Eight sets of barrells Trushpops. .L. 1.4.0.
Twenty Two Flax Sceads Cacks at
3/ pr P L.3.6.0.
Six Hundred White Oak staves and
heading L.1.10.0.
One Thousand black oac sheaves. .L.1.0.0.
Three sinter stocks L.4.0.9.
Four hundred black oak staves for fox
Seed Casks at 5/ pr hundred L.1.0.0.
Two Shaving horses L.o.6.0.
One hundred hoop poales L.o.4.0.
One Sedar Tub Half Barrell L.o.4.0.
One Churn at 4/ per L.o.4.0.
One half Dozen of round bottles. .L.0.2.0.
Three Athorn pals 1 Gallon Each. .L.o.3.0.
Six Wooden boles 2 Quarts Each. .L.o.6.0.
One Bread Tray L.0.30.
One Long Salt Morter L.0.60.
One Weaned Calf L.1.0.0.
Fifteen Geas at 1/6 p. p L.1.1.0.
Two Iron Candlesticks L.0.30.
Fifteen Pounds of Soape Grees. .. .L.o.3.0.
One Half Barrel of Soape L.0.10.0.
Six pounds Tallow at 6/ L.o.3.0.
One Hundred of Chestnut Rayls. . .L.1.10.0.
Thirty weight of Good Flower. . . .L.o.5.6.
Three Large Bee hives at 1/6 L.o.3.6.
One half hogshead Tub L.o.3.6.
One half Barrell Cask L
Vinegar Barrell and all L.o.18.0.
One Box Iron L.0.30.
Two wooden Bottles of /3 L.o.6.0.
Two outside Jackets half worn both
wooling L.o.15.0.
Six pair of Good pillow-bears at 3
pr pair L.o. 18.0.
One large Earthen platter L.o. 1.6.
One Cradel White Wood L.o. 16.0.
One pair of hand Bellows L.0.30.
Three Crows Stocks for hogsheads.
And 2 barrell Crows at Stocks 1/6. .L.o.7.6.
Fountain Smith was taken prisoner
when the town was burned, and died
of hardship in one of the wretched
British prisons in New York. He was
a cooper by trade, and the inventory
includes his stock as well as house-
hold furnishings. Late in the
eighteenth century there was an im-
portant carrying-trade between Nor-
walk and the West Indies. Horses,
hoops, staves, flour, hams, butter, and
earthenware were exported in ex-
g^T^lllggg
Knob Outing Club
change for sugar, molasses, and
liquors. There is no evidence to show
that Norwalk contained any stately
mansions in Colonial days ; the houses
of the wealthiest and best born fam-
ilies seem to have differed from the
humbler ones only in size. They were
all of the farmhouse type of architec-
ture. The description of the Esaias
Bouton house on Wilson's Cove ac-
curately given by W. S. Bouton, a lo-
cal antiquarian of twenty years ago, is
probably typical of the houses of the
Revolutionary period. "It was a two-
storied frame structure with a long
roof sloping to the rear, the main tim-
bers were of oak, fourteen inches
square and covered with chestnut
shingles, with the butts fourteen
inches to the weather. The chimney
was situated in the center of the build-
ing, constructed of rough stone, plas-
tered with lime made of clam and
oyster shells found at Naramake, now
Wilson's Point. The windows were
few and small." This particular home
had a Tory owner, and the fire on its
wide hearth, facing the front windows,
was used as a beacon to British for-
aging parties from Long Island, only
eight miles away across the Sound,
on which the house faced. When the
building was torn down a workman
found in the wall an order signed by
General Tryon, which read, "Deliver
the beef, grain, and vegetables, previ-
ously ordered to my commissary. Send
them to the usual place of shipment."
The chimney of the Bouton house,
drawn by William Hamilton Gibson,
appears in "Picturesque America,"
published about twenty-five years ago.
For years it served as a landmark for
fishermen and surveyors of the oyster
beds, but is no longer in existence.
Naramake, the Indian village men-
tioned above, was occupied before the
settlement of Norwalk by a tribe of
Mohegans. Traces of it were long vis-
ible, and heaps of shells, graves, and
arrow-heads were abundant. A doc-
tor of two generations ago discovered
an Indian herb garden there, which,
he declared, contained a remedy for
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NORWALK; CONNECTICUT
Surf, Roton Point
every ill to which flesh is heir. That
has disappeared, but the botanist finds
all the flora of this region in the Wil-
son Point woods, and the pink mallows
in the marshes are one of the glories
of the place. The Knob Outing Club
controls the beach and a wooded knoll
at Wilson Point, with private bath-
houses, boat-houses, and casino, where
the families and visitors of the club
find recreation and social pastimes for
eight months in the year. The Nor-
walk Yacht Club has an attractive
boat-house at Hickory Bluff on Wil-
son's Cove, which is another rallying-
point for Norwalk society people in
the summer time. Bell Island, near
by, is a summer colony of cottages
whose occupants come from New
York or inland Connecticut to enjov
the sea breezes on its rocky cliffs and
beautiful beaches. Following the
coast line we come next to Roton
Point, a pleasure resort for all sorts
and conditions of men from every-
where. Two iron steam -boats from
New York bring daily excursion par-
ties from the city to the hotel, groves,
and magnificent beaches of Roton ; and
all the seaside pastimes are provided
for them. Rowayton is a village at
the mouth of Five Mile River, whose
chief industrial interest is oyster grow-
ing. Artists find it very paintable,
with its wharves and water craft and
picturesque location. John Kensett
painted some of his best pictures at
Contentment Island, near Rowayton,
and one often sees the easel and um-
brella or the sketch-book in the hands
of summer visitors.
Adrian Block discovered the Nor-
walk Islands in 1614, styling them
"the Archipelago." Rocky and cedar-
grown they are a picturesque feature
of the harbor. Sheffield or Smith's
Island, one of the largest, is distin-
guished by a lighthouse, which is soon
to be superseded by a new light fur-
ther out on Green's Reef, for which
Congress has appropriated $60,000.
At night Eaton's Neck light on Long-
Island, directly opposite, winks across
the water at its neighbor lio-fit in Con-
Roton Point
Oak Hill, Norwalk
Residence of Henry Lockwood
Residence of Hon. J. H. Ferris
Residence of T. H. Vanderhoef
The G. B. St. John House, Norwalk
Residence of T. J. Raymond
Mouth of Five Mile River
necticut. Long Island is always vis-
ible by day, a blue mass on the horizon
with white sand banks flashing in the
sun. An old saw runs,
"When Long Island goes to sea,
Then fair weather there will be.
When Long Island comes ashore,
Then the storm will surely roar."
From the Knob at Wilson's Point
one sees Keyser's Island, on which is
a monastery known as Manresas In-
stitute, a retreat for Roman Catholic
priests. The island was purchased
about forty years ago by John H. Key-
set;, a New York business man and
philanthropist, who spent thousands
of dollars in building a road across the
marsh connecting it with the main-
land and converting the rocky island
into a park with rare trees and shrubs,
greenhouses and orchards surrounding
a fine house. About twelve years ago
it was sold to its present owners. Tav-
600
ern Island is the home of Xorwalk's
oldest pilot, Joseph Merrill, who is
saluted daily by the New York steam-
boat in its passage out of the harbor.
Two picturesque red cottages perch on
its rocky bluffs belonging to summer
residents. Norwalk harbor is a diffi-
cult one to enter on account of the
islands and reefs at the mouth of the
Norwalk River; and, when Tryon's
fleet brought the invaders from Long
Island in 1779, he had to find a Nor-
walk Tory to serve as pilot. Greg-
ory's Point, nearly opposite Keyser's
Island, is another favorite resort in the
summer. A good hotel furnishing
shore dinners and excellent bathing
facilities are the attractions of the
place. In T878 the steamboat A del phi,
which had just started from its wharf
for New York, was blown up by a
boiler explosion off Gregory's Point,
and about 30 persons were killed and
Opening Oysters
Curling Room in Hat Factory
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NORWALK, CONNECTICUT
many injured. Another fearful acci-
dent which gave Norwalk notoriety for
years afterward among people who
had never heard of it otherwise, oc-
curred in 1853, when an express train
plunged into an open draw, and 45
passengers were killed and many more
injured, the engineer having failed to
notice the signal. Such a thing could
not happen to-day with the modern
system of signals, in addition to
which the railroad has further pro-
vided an automatic switch which
place. Its industries are numerous.
Hats, locks, shoes, air and gas com-
pressors, and cigars are some of the
products, and the firms are known
throughout the country. The bustling
little city is about forty years old, and
it may be said to have been brought
into existence by the New York, New
Haven & Hartford Railroad ; for, when
the first train went through, Old Well
was a hamlet, and it has to-day about
7,000 inhabitants. South Norwalk is
proud of its municipal electric plant,
Smith Island Light House
would derail the locomotive if, by any
chance, the engineer should disregard
the signals. At the wharfs in South
Norwalk one may count a dozen oyster
steamers on Sunday, when they are
not at work on the oyster beds of the
Sound. It was a South Norwalk man,
Captain Peter Decker, who first ap-
plied steam to oyster dredging in 1872,
by fitting up the sloop Early Bird with
an engine and tackle for the purpose.
From the deck of a steamboat entering
the harbor one gets a general view of
South Norwalk as a manufacturing
which is a model of its kind, and fre-
quently visited by committees from
other cities. Strangers are always
puzzled to find two cities in the town-
ship of Norwalk, for a mile separates
South Norwalk from the City of Nor-
walk, which is the older section of the
town, and an earlier center of popula-
tion. As a background to the business
portion of South Norwalk, is a ridge
of high land with many beautiful
streets on which are some of the pleas-
antest homes commanding an outlook
on Loner Island Sound. West Avenue,
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which is the principal highway be-
tween Norwalk and South Norwalk,
is lined with beautiful homes sur-
rounded by lawns and shade trees. The
handsomest residence in Norwalk is
"Elmenworth," on West Avenue, which
was built about thirty years ago, by
Legrand Lockwood, at a cost of a mil-
lion dollars. The house is of granite,
and situated in a beautiful park. It is
owned at present by Mrs. C. D.
Matthews of New York, who uses it
Norwalk is full of houses of local his-
torical interest, and its streets have an
air of olden times which is most attrac-
tive. Passing through its business
portion and climbing up Mill Hill past
the picturesque Town House, sur-
rounded by an ancient burial ground,
we find ourselves on "The Green,"
shaded by noble elms. Norwalk used
to be famous for its great elm trees,
but the finest specimens succumbed to
the ravages of the beetles a few years
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Pilot's Cottage, Tavern Island
for her summer home: In South Nor-
walk a soldiers' monument and three
churches are on this avenue. In front
of the Armory, between the two cities,
is a memorial drinking fountain, after
a design by McKim, Mead and White,
erected by the Norwalk Chapter, D.
A. R., in honor of Nathan Hale. The
Connecticut hero obtained a disguise
in Norwalk and embarked for Long
Island on his fatal errand from its
shores, so that Norwalk claims an es-
pecial interest in him. The City of
ago, and only the younger trees re-
main. The old First Church and St.
Paul's Episcopal Church, the edifices
of the oldest religious bodies in town,
face the Green, and also the First Bap-
tist Church, founded in 1837. The
South Norwalk churches are off-
shoots of those in Norwalk, though
they are of equal size and importance.
In the case of the Methodist churches
the case is reversed, and the First M.
E. Church, founded in 1790, is in South
Norwalk. The Roman Catholics have
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NORWALK, CONNECTICUT
Connecticut Military Academy
Hillside— Mrs. Mead's School
Franklin School, South Norwalk
two churches in Norwalk,
housed in expensive
buildings, and a club-
house on West Avenue.
On East Avenue, near
Grumman's Hill, is the
University School, which
occupies the building for-
merly used by the Selleck
School, founded by Rev.
C. M. Selleck, A.M. Mrs.
M. E. Mead's School
sends many fair girls to
Vassar and other colleges,
and Miss Baird's School
for girls has been in suc-
cessful existence for
twenty years. Of pub-
lic schools there are ten
graded schools, four of
which have high-school
departments, and a num-
ber of district schools in
the outlying suburbs. A
well-appointed hospital oc-
cupies a site on a hill with
a beautiful outlook. There
are picturesque drives in
every direction around
Norwalk, and the electric
cars afford delightful trips
to all the towns and re-
sorts along the Sound,
since it is possible now to
travel from New Haven
to New York by tramway,
and the scenery is pretty
all of the way. When one
tires of the sea it is pos-
sible to drive to the hills of
New Canaan. Ridgefield,
and Weston, about ten
miles into the country.
The latter place, quite
away from all rail-
NORWALK, CONNECTICUT
60s
Residence of E. Beard
roads, and thinly populated, reminds
one of nooks in the Catskill Moun-
tains, especially in the vicinity of the
Forge, where the falls of the Sauga-
tuck River dash over great boulders
beside an ever-green forest. Or, if
one searches for human touches in a
quiet country landscape, West Nor-
walk will reward him with glimpses of
old New England homes, some of
which have stood unchanged for over
a hundred years, their shingles silvered
by the weather, with porches draped
in vines, and door yards a mass of
shrubbery. All of the country roads
are rich in flora and bird-life, and na-
ture lovers need not go far to find
these things. The shallow reaches of
the Norwalk River, running over a bed
strewn with boulders, its banks em-
bowered in a wealth of shrubbery and
moisture-loving plants, delight botan-
ist, bird-lover, and artist alike ; while
the Camera Club of Norwalk found
subjects for a year's work in the va-
riety of scenes afforded by the river
through the country, from the city to
the salt waters of the Sound.
Close at hand, for an afternoon
drive, are Gregory's Point, Fitch's
Point, and Calf Pasture Beach, where
the carriages drive to the brink of
the waters of Long Island Sound.
Calf Pasture is unspoiled by ''im-
provements," and its crescent-shaped
beach of white sand affords a lovely
view of sea and sky and rocky is-
lands just off shore. One reaches it
by the Pine Hill road, near the Lud-
low Monument, crossing the Marvin
lands on the ridge, which have de-
scended directly to their present own-
ers from the first generation of Nor-
walk settlers. The ridge commands
one of the loveliest views imaginable,
showing the mouth of the river, and
Long Island Sound for miles to the
south and east, with South Norwalk
below its green hill on the west.
Danbury, New Canaan, Wilton,
Westport, and Ridgefield are all in
some sense daughter towns of Nor-
walk, being largely settled by Norwalk
families. The list of illustrious men
of Norwalk ancestry is a long one, in-
cluding two presidents of Yale, Rev.
James Lockwood and Timothy
Dwight, 26. ; the three famous Perrys,
Commodore Christopher Raymond
Perry, Commodore Oliver Hazzard
Perry, of Lake Erie fame, and Com-
modore Matthew C. Perry, who
opened the ports of Japan to com-
merce; Rev. Elizur Goodrich, D. D..
Elmenvvorth
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and Right Rev. Abraham Jarvis,
Henry J. Raymond, who founded the
New York Times; A. H. Byington,
war correspondent of the Tribune, and
American Consul at Naples, as well
as editor of the old Norwalk Gazette ;
Capt. Moses Rogers, commander of
the first steamship which crossed the
Atlantic; the two famous brothers,
Hon. John Sherman and Gen. W. T.
Sherman ; Gen. Rufus King, Briga-
dier-General E. F. Bullard, and Col.
Wolsey R. Hopkins, U. S. A. ; S. T.
unique honor upon Nbrwalk by hav-
ing both branches of the legislature
presided over by Norwalk men, Lieu-
tenant-Governor E. O. Keeler and
Speaker John H. Light. General Rus-
sell Frost, of the State Militia, is also
a Norwalk man. Hon. E. J. Hill, of
Norwalk, is serving a second term as
member of Congress for the Thir-
teenth district, and is a member of the
financial committees of the House of
Representatives. Norwalk of to-day
and the future differs from the Nor-
Norwalk Hospital
Goodrich, "Peter Parley" ; Horatio
Seymour, L.L. D., Judge O. S. Sey-
mour of the Superior Court, and ex-
Governor T. H. Seymour ; Chancellor
James Kent, "the Blackstone of
America" ; ex-Governors P. C. Louns-
bury and George Lounsbury ; the three
Warren brothers, who founded Troy,
N. Y. ; Nehemiah Rogers, founder of
St. John, New Brunswick; these are
only a few of the eminent men who
have Norwalk blood in their veins.
Hon. Clark Bissell, of Norwalk, was
Governor of the State in 1846-49.
In 1 90 1 Connecticut conferred a
walk of the first two centuries of its
history. The colonists were English-
men, the two generations succeeding
the Revolution were Americans ; but
fifty years ago new elements came in,
and a new type of citizen is making.
First came the Irishman, and he and
his children are already assimilated ;
then came the German, and he is one
of us ; the children of the first Italians
are taking their place in public affairs ;
the Scandinavian, the Hungarian, and
the Russian Jew have followed, and all
these are to influence the future of the
good old Town of Norwalk.
$£ f^
Thomas Jefferson and Higher
Education
By George Frederick Mellen
THE many-sided Franklin had
his counterpart in the many-
sided Jefferson. From what-
ever point of view the latter
may be scanned, he is found almost
equally as interesting as Franklin, if
not always so original. His activities,
bestowed upon widely diverse fields
and questions, were marked by surpris-
ing thoroughness ; his achievements
were the results of clear vision and
cautious experiment. Though known
to fame as statesman and diplomatist,
the work done and the influence ex-
erted by him in the cause of education
are becoming better known as educa-
tional movements and problems are
more carefully studied. More than
any other American, Franklin not ex-
cepted, he was instrumental in interest-
ing foreign scholarship in America and
in inducing foreign educators to make
this country the scene of their labors.
In thus doing he affected vitally educa-
tional ideals and changed radically
some of the current educational prac-
tices. The contribution made by him,
directly and incidentally, to the
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educational forces of America through
men and influences from across the At-
lantic Ocean must always command
grateful interest and recognition.
It will be remembered that religious
persecutions and political revolutions,
from the outset, have been the great
feeders for the intellectual life of
America. Liberty, civil and religious,
has been the inspiration and the watch-
word guiding the movements of
colonists and the consciences of indi-
viduals. In Jefferson, victims of un-
just oppression found always a ready
sympathizer and ardent advocate. Es-
pecially was this true in the case of men
of the highest intellectual gifts. From
the dawn of his intellectual life to its
serene setting, he was dominated most
by men of foreign birth or education
and by the literature and science ema-
nating from European sources. In
this there was a singular breadth of
vision instead of a narrow provincial-
ism. To him civil liberty and indi-
vidual freedom found their most con-
genial atmosphere and exercise in
America ; but the highest forms of
learning and the truest expositions of
philosophy had their seat in the Old
World. The combination of these
upon American soil in richest measure
and under the guidance of leading
scientists and scholars was the task set
for a lifetime, and it was followed with
unwavering purpose.
This preference for foreign educa-
tors and this attitude towards foreign
learning are easily explainable from
early training and environment and
from subsequent official position. Jef-
ferson's first teacher, who introduced
him to the study of Latin, Greek, and
French, was a scholarly Scotchman.
His second teacher, of considerable
reputation in the province of Virginia,
was a highly educated English clergy-
man. The man whom he credited with
fixing his destinies for life was Dr.
William Small, his professor of mathe-
matics and philosophy in William and
Mary College, a native of Scotland and
a graduate of Edinburgh University.
Williamsburgh, the seat of the College,
in manners and customs, in history and
traditions, and in culture and society,
was a miniature reproduction of Lon-
don. The first men of Virginia were
educated almost wholly by teachers im-
ported from Scotland, England, and
Ireland. Madison, Monroe, and Mar-
shall were the trained products of such
men. This was none the less true of
the post-Revolutionary era, when
Henry Clay, Winfield Scott, and Edgar
Allan Poe were thus schooled ; and it
continued so until the foreign school-
master was displaced by the New Eng-
lander with his diploma from Harvard,
Yale, or some other New England col-
lege. As an occupation or means of
livelihood teaching was not looked
upon with favor by the average Vir-
ginian.
In 1779, appointed Governor of Vir-
ginia, Jefferson was made a visitor to
William and Mary College. Influ-
enced no doubt by the alliance made
the year before with France, he revo-
lutionized the course of study in the
college and introduced a distinct chair
of modern languages. By this step
he infused a new element into educa-
tional practice and became the first
champion of modern language studies
in an American college curriculum. In
1784, made joint commissioner with
Adams and Franklin to negotiate
treaties of commerce with foreign na-
tions, he took up his residence in Paris.
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609
Soon he was appointed Minister to
France. In this station and in Paris,
the intellectual capital of the world, his
zeal and activity in familiarizing him-
self with the best institutions and meth-
ods of instruction were commensurate
with his opportunities for study and
observation. Association with distin-
guished scientists and scholars, and dil-
igent investigations into those institu-
tions offering the greatest advantages,
were utilized for the benefit and in-
formation of inquiring students and
officers of instruction and discipline at
home. To J. Bannister, Jr., asking in-
formation concerning "the best semi-
nary for the education of youth in Eu-
rope," he answered, after weighing
their respective merits, Geneva and
Rome ; to President Stiles of Yale Col-
lege he wrote giving accounts of the
latest movements and discoveries in
science, the results of the researches
of astronomers, chemists, and physi-
cists ; to President Willard of Harvard
College he wrote advising him as to re-
cent publications in science, language,
and history, and citing the questions at
the time absorbing the attention of Eu-
ropean scientists. While living in
Paris he became a subscriber to the
dazzling scheme of Chevalier Quesnay
to found at Richmond, in Virginia, an
academy of arts and sciences for the
United States of America. Projected
as a memorial of the friendly relations
between America and France and as a
bond of future amity, in the magnitude
of its scope and aim it surpassed the
wildest dreams of any educational pro-
moter or enthusiast in the New World.
That the movement, conceived the year
of the French alliance, revived after
the declaration of peace, and prose-
cuted with vigor up to the outbreak of
the French Revolution, should have re-
ceived such strong countenance as the
names of the subscribers indicate and
such financial support as to enable the
founder to erect a building in which to
begin operations, bespeaks the enthusi-
asm of its originators for the higher
education and their confidence in the
possibilities of the higher culture in
America.
Having shown the historical basis of
Jefferson's admiration and preference
for European scholarship, there re-
mains to be seen how his successive
and long-continued efforts led to the
final achievement of his purposes to
transplant some of its best representa-
tives to American soil. This determi-
nation increased the farther in years he
was removed from his European so-
journ. When hopes for realization
seemed bright and he hastened to un-
fold his plans to fellow Virginians, he
was met with indifference, discourage-
ment, or opposition. The picture of
this great man working persistently
and waiting patiently for the fruition
of his desires is one of the inspiring
and instructive lessons of educational
history. In his last years, seizing on
the hopes inspired by the younger gen-
eration of educated Virginians, he
brought them into hearty sympathy
with his efforts and used them for tHe
accomplishment of his great aims.
Returning to America Jefferson was
urged by Washington to become Secre-
tary of State in his cabinet. He re-
luctantly yielded, protesting that it
meant the abandonment of a purpose
to retire to private life and give him-
self over to studies congenial to his
tastes. While in this office he was
called upon for information touching
foreign universities, and gave it as his
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THOMAS JEFFERSON AND HIGHER EDUCATION
settled conviction that Edinburgh and
Geneva were the best in Europe.
When, therefore, in 1794 the faculty of
the latter, at variance with the tyranni-
cal aristocracy recently come into con-
trol of the Genevan Republic, proposed
through their representative D'lver-
nois to transfer the university to Vir-
ginia, it was the prospective gratifica-
tion of his hopes and aims. Taking up
the proposition with lively interest and
bent on trying its practicability, he laid
it privately before influential members
of the State Legislature, intending with
encouragement to push the measure.
Though received with some warmth, it
was deemed too expensive and imprac-
ticable. Not disheartened by this re-
fusal to consider overtures or ways and
means he pressed the matter upon the
attention of Washington, who was now
impressed with the need of a national
university. Washington had expressed
his purpose to make a liberal donation
to this end, and Jefferson hoped to di-
vert it into this new channel. At the
same time he appealed to the patriotism
and state pride of the President, urging
that he give it for an institution to be
located in Virginia and within easy
reach of the Federal capital. Wash-
ington refused to consider the offer of
the Genevan professors, and that with
reasons so cogent as to make Jeffer-
son's enthusiasm appear trivial and his
espousal ill-advised. While deeply im-
pressed with the importance of the
higher education and the necessity of
immediate organized action for its pro-
motion, the views of these distin-
guished men appear in striking con-
trast. Both were agreed in objections
to sending young men to Europe to be
educated, Washington's objections
being chiefly political, Jefferson's
moral. The ideas of the former were
practical and national, investing the
whole country with a proprietary inter-
est in a university, while those of the
latter were sentimental and sectional,
the proposed institution benefitting
Virginia chiefly and the nation inci-
dentally. Washington dying at sixty-
seven years of age, it cannot now be
conjectured what he might have ac-
complished towards the realization of
his plans and ideals, had he lived to the
age of Jefferson, who was eighty-two
years old before he saw the University
of Virginia, the ripened product of his
brain and genius, opened for the recep-
tion of students.
Jefferson readily acquiesced in these
judgments, and frankly wrote the
Swiss professors the decision reached.
With this scheme abandoned, he is
found next planning new measures for
Virginia's educational welfare and
turning to English sources for in-
formation and advice. In 1792 one
of the periodic attempts made for par-
liamentary reform in England was re-
newed, given impetus by the French
Revolution. The drastic measures em-
ployed by the government to suppress
the growing sentiment, and the un-
friendly attitude of its partisans tow-
ards all dissenters, drove to America
some men distinguished in letters and
science. Among these Jefferson was
brought into confidential relations with
Joseph Priestley, scientist and theo-
logian, Thomas Cooper, scientist and
jurist, and Henry Toulmin, a man of
great learning. Their political and re-
ligious views were in harmony with his
own, all being staunch republicans and
Unitarians. He expressed a feeling
of regret that Priestley and Cooper set-
tled in Pennsylvania, intimating that a
THOMAS JEFFERSON AND HIGHER EDUCATION
611
wider and more needy field was offered
in Virginia. He sent Toulmin to Ken-
tucky with strong letters of endorse-
ment, which put him into the presi-
dency of Transylvania Seminary, the
germ of Transylvania University.
In framing the educational system
of Virginia Jefferson, in the spirit of
loyalty and gratitude to William and
Mary College, which had proved itself
a school of statesmen, intended to make
that institution the capstone of the
structure. However, conscious of its
charter limitations and local disadvan-
tages, he entertained little hope of
carrying out the scheme. By the
opening of the new century all cur-
rents, commercial, political, social, and
religious, had turned adverse to the
venerable seat of learning. His prac-
tical wisdom and prophetic sense saw
Virginia's need to be an institution
which should attract by the learning of
its faculty, by the adequacy of its
equipment, and by the favorableness
of its location. While dictating the
creed and policy of a new party he
found time to plan for a new institution
at the very dawn of a new century. He
began to correspond and to converse
with distinguished scientists personally
familiar with European universities,
trusting from their combined wisdom
to formulate a plan suited to a new
country and to new conditions; at the
opportune time he hoped to receive the
support of the State Legislature in car-
rying it out. In the request for plans
he invariably sought to impress the
idea that the institution was to be lib-
eral in policy and modern in ideas. In
1800, in a letter to. Dr. Priestley, he
indicated the source whence he in-
tended to draw his professorial ma-
terial thus: "We should propose to
draw from Europe the first characters
in science by considerable temptations.
* * * From some splendid char-
acters I have received offers most per-
fectly reasonable and practicable." The
same year the French economist, Du-
pont de Nemours, landed in the United
States, a political exile, and visited Jef-
ferson while Vice-President in Phila-
delphia. From so eminent an author-
ity views were eagerly sought, and out
of them was evolved an elaborate
treatise on a complete system of educa-
tion for North America, from the com-
mon school to the university. Three
years later, after he had become Presi-
dent, Jefferson wrote to Professor Pic-
tet, of the Genevan faculty, a letter
practically of the same tenor as that ad-
dressed to Priestley. For little more
than ten years the interests were held
in abeyance, crowded out by the cares
of state and by international complica-
tions. With the burdens of the Presi-
dency removed and the War of 1812
virtually ended he resumed the task
with a firmer grasp and a wider out-
look.
Albemarle Academy, practically the
germ of Jefferson's "pet institution,"
was coincident in inception with his
conviction that Europe should be the
resort for teachers. To note how the
one kept a sluggish pace with the other
it will be necessary to retrace our steps
somewhat. In 1783 he was requested
to find a principal for a proposed gram-
mar school in his home county, Albe-
marle. After unsuccessfully appeal-
ing to President Witherspoon of
Princeton College, and trying in vain
to find in Philadelphia an Irish gen-
tleman of satisfactory habits and qual-
ifications, he finally deemed it would be
necessary to secure a teacher from
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THOMAS JEFFERSON AND HIGHER EDUCATION
Scotland, feeling well assured of the
sobriety and attentiveness of one from
that quarter. Albemarle Academy
was chartered in 1803, but only nomi-
nally existed until 1814, when Jeffer-
son was placed on its board of trustees.
The University of Virginia opened its
doors in 1825. The history of the in-
tervening years is one of masterful
purpose and orderly progression.
There was no wavering, no faltering.
The temporary obstacles met served
but to give time for the gathering of
fresh strength with which to make a
more vigorous advance. There was at
times a change of base or tactics; but
always the same end was kept in view.
Virginia was to have a real university,
manned, in the main, by European
specialists.
Immediately upon the acceptance of
the trusteeship Jefferson, with wonted
energy, applied himself to the endow-
ment and organization of the academy,
intending it as the crowning act and
service of his last years. Thomas
Cooper, the eminent scientist, was se-
lected as chief adviser, and Joseph C.
Cabell, the young scholar in politics,
was his chosen representative in the
State Legislature. Cooper, who was a
graduate of Oxford, England, had
been twenty years in America, had sat
on the bench, and was professor of
chemistry in Dickinson College. In
science Jefferson esteemed him the
ablest man in America, and had pro-
found regard for his legal knowledge.
The propriety of taking one of the sev-
eral professorships in the contemplated
institution had been suggested to him.
Cabell, after graduating at William
and Mary College and three years of
study and travel in Europe, where he
attended famed universities in France
and Italy, had chosen a professional
career, and was just beginning to con-
secrate his culture and talents to the
service of the state. With financial
aid from the State and from private
sources, Jefferson counted confidently
upon establishing "the best seminary
of the United States." This was not
an empty claim. College education in
America had not advanced beyond the
grammar school of England. The
standard north and south was prac-
tically the same; in 181 1 A. B. Long-
street, author of the inimitable
sketches, "Georgia Scenes," and
George McDufne, the fiery orator and
statesman of South Carolina, left the
academy of Moses Waddell, the former
to enter the Junior class in Yale Col-
lege, the latter the same class in South
Carolina College. For his professor-
ships he declared that he had in hand
three of the ablest characters in the
world, surpassing in scholarship any
three professors in any European uni-
versity. These were Jean Baptiste
Say, one of the world's celebrated
economists, Thomas Cooper, and pos-
sibly, in the opinion of the late Pro-
fessor Herbert B. Adams, the historian
of the beginnings of the University of
Virginia, Destutt de Tracy, the noted
metaphysician, — two Frenchmen and
one Englishman.
Fortunately for the coming univer-
sity the Legislature was not brought
over to all the demands made upon it.
In the course of the next three years it
changed the name of the institution to
Central College, reorganized the board
of visitors, and granted substantial
privileges. In 1817 matters had pro-
gressed so far as to encourage the be-
ginning of faculty organization. There
is also, on the part of the guiding spirit,
THOMAS JEFFERSON AND HIGHER EDUCATION
6.3
a change of point of view concerning
the source of supply for professorial
material. Instead of employing only
educated Europeans, with a decided
preference for Frenchmen, men of Eu-
ropean training are preferred and New
Englanders are invited to hold chairs.
The first choice of the board fell on
Rev. Samuel Knox, a Maryland edu-
cator presiding over Baltimore Col-
lege. Many interesting and signifi-
cant factors entered into the selection.
He was a native of Ireland and a
graduate of Glasgow University, a
Presbyterian minister of the strictest
order, who had preached and pub-
lished a sermon condemning the views
of Dr. Priestley. In advocacy of Jef-
ferson for the Presidency he had vin-
dicated his religious conduct and prin-
ciples before the American public, and
was the author of a treatise on educa-
tion supposed to have influenced Jeffer-
son in planning his university. The
nomination of Knox never reached
him. More than a year had passed
when Knox heard incidentally that Jef-
ferson desired to have him in the new
college. He wrote instantly and ap-
plied for a position. Jefferson's reply
gave no encouragement, and put him
aside on the plea that plans were im-
mature, and that he had given them
over to other hands. Jefferson's action
would appear inexcusable and inexpli-
cable, were it not known that at the
time he was greatly distressed by the
storm which had broken over his head.
Rescinding its action in electing Knox,
the board had chosen Cooper, a Uni-
tarian, professor of natural science and
law. Though irreproachable in life
and character, his religious views were
so obnoxious to orthodoxy in Virginia
as to outweieh all considerations of
preeminent scholarship and distin-
guished reputation. Indignant protest
was made; charges were rife that the
institution was to be committed to irre-
ligion. The pressure brought to bear
forced Cooper's resignation. This
was a sore disappointment to Jeffer-
son, and for a brief season dampened
his ardor. The comfort he took to
himself was in the possibility of bring-
ing "from Europe, equivalents in
science" to take Cooper's place, whom
he followed with good wishes and pat-
ronage to South Carolina College.
In casting about for a faculty Jeffer-
son was not averse to the employment
of New England men whose qualifica-
tions complied with his requirements.
In 181 5 George Ticknor had visited
him at Monticello previous to going
to Germany for study and travel. From
this intercourse mutual admiration and
sincere affection developed. The in-
timacy, in subsequent years, bore fruit
in the broadening and liberalizing of
the work at Harvard College. The
Harvard professorship of French and
Spanish Literature tendered to Ticknor
while abroad was accepted before his
return. Despite this fact, from time
to time, Jefferson continued to write
pressing upon his attention Virginia's
coming institution and the hope in-
dulged of having him in its faculty.
By formal action of the board of visit-
ors, one year after Ticknor had en-
tered upon his work in Harvard, he
was called to the chair of languages
in what was now, 1820, the University
of Virginia. At the same time Na-
thaniel Bowditch, another New Eng-
lander, a noted mathematician, was in-
vited to accept the chair of mathe-
matics. These offers, declined by
both, discredit an unfathered storv
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which has appeared in print. Jefferson,
it is said, when it was suggested to him
that he could find able professors for
his chairs in New England colleges,
replied that he could not think of de-
priving those colleges of their pro-
fessors, but privately said that he did
not desire to have any "Connecticut
Latin" in the University of Virginia,
In this connection, it is interesting to
note that it was while returning from a
visit to Jefferson that Ticknor sought
out two scholarly young German ref-
ugees in Philadelphia, who, dis-
appointed in their efforts to find con-
genial employment, were in the act of
engaging themselves as farm hands in
the interior of Pennsylvania. Im-
pressed by their scholarship and other
qualifications, Ticknor induced them to
accompany him to Massachusetts,
where, in time, both became professors
of distinction in Harvard College.
These were Dr. Charles Beck in the
chair of Latin, and Dr. Charles Follen
in that of German.
The successive failures to secure
professors worked in the end to the ad-
vantage of the new university. The
following four years were eventful in
preparation and consolidation. In-
creasing appropriations were made by
the legislature ; popular prejudice was
minimized or overcome ; religious sects
were won over ; the various sections of
the State were united in support of the
young institution, and buildings were
erected which Ticknor praised, de-
scribing them as "a mass of buildings
more beautiful than anything architec-
tural in New England, and more ap-
propriate to a university than can, per-
haps, be found in the world." Some
years before Jefferson had felt that it
would be nccossarv to send an ardent to
Europe to find suitable men with whom
to fill the chairs, and wished Cabell to
undertake the mission. Writing to
Ticknor he suggested that these would
likely be selected from Edinburgh.
From under the French spell, he had
become convinced that the best results
were to be secured only from pro-
fessors who could communicate their
instruction to students in the latter's
language. A kinship of race and lan-
guage carried with it a knowledge of
customs and manners, and a guarantee
of better understanding and readier ap-
proach. Cabell declined to go, when
Francis W. Gilmer was selected for the
delicate task. Though not edu-
cated abroad, he was accredited by Jef-
ferson as "the best-educated subject
we have raised since the Revolution."
In 1824, bearing letters to Richard
Rush, minister to England, and to
John Cartwright, English politician
and reformer, he set out on his mo-
mentous errand. Oxford, Cam-
bridge, and Edinburgh were the ob-
jective points, with London as a base.
At this time, from the practice of fa-
voritism in the bestowment of profes-
sorships, Edinburgh occupied a very
different rank in Jefferson's esteem
from that held when he wrote to Tick-
nor saying that this seat of learning
would be largely drawn on for ma-
terial. The man who declined to con-
sider his own kinsman, universally held
to be fully qualified, in connection with
a chair in the university, could not tol-
erate nepotism even in an institution
which he had venerated and praised a
generation before as one of "the two
eyes of Europe."
At this late day Jefferson's ex-
pressed dread of the average testi-
monials of srholarshin and character.
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6.5
and his cautious measures to evade
the presentation of such make interest-
ing reading-. By this time he had
grown too wise to suppose that he
could draw from Europe "their first
characters in science," as twenty years
before he had written to Priestley. Men
whose reputations and positions were
secure he did not hope to entice to the
outposts of civilization by any consid-
erations, pecuniary or otherwise. His
hope now was to attract ambitious
young scholars who, in teaching power
and scholarly research, were treading
eagerly in the footsteps of older pro-
fessors, crowding them too closely for
comfort, and showing themselves
abundantly able to take their places.
The comprehension of this sound prin-
ciple in university supply and adminis-
tration proved all the more the prac-
tical wisdom of the man and his su-
preme fitness for the work he was set-
ting on foot.
Gilmer did his work thoroughly and
satisfactorily. In the chair of ancient
languages the selection fell on George
Long, a graduate of Trinity College,
Cambridge; in mathematics, on
Thomas Key, a graduate of the same
college; in modern languages and
Anglo Saxon, on George Blaettermann,
a native of Germany then living in
London ; in natural philosophy and as-
tronomy, on Charles Bonnycastle, a
graduate of the Royal Military Acad-
emy at Woolwich ;in medicine, on Rob-
ley Dunglison, an Englishman and a
graduate of Erlangen University in
Germany. For patriotic reasons the
chairs of law and of ethics and political
economy were reserved by Jefferson
for Americans, or rather for Virgin-
ians. The standards set by these men
were high and rigidly maintained, and
conformed to the pronounced wishes
and ideas of the founder.
The infusion of new ideas and meth-
ods and the large liberty hitherto un-
known in American college life were
unappreciated and misunderstood by a
large and influential element of the stu-
dent body. These gave unceasing
trouble, becoming so untractable as to
cause the professors to contemplate
seriously the resignation of their po-
sitions. It may have been that they
were not so far removed from the war
of 1812 as to forget the bitter wran-
glings and struggles with Great Brit-
ain, and resented the wholesale intro-
duction of English educators. A stu-
dent insurrection was the occasion of
one of the most dramatic incidents in
Jefferson's life. So violent in out-
break and ungovernable in disposition
had the students become that the board
of visitors felt it necessary to intervene.
In a body, the aged rector at their head,
they adjourned from Monticello to the
University, four miles distant, to sum-
mon the students before them. There
sat Jefferson, Madison, Cabell, Chap-
man Johnson, and others. In the hush
and suspense of the throng Jefferson
arose and declared that he confronted
the most painful event of his life. Then,
overcome with emotion and unable to
proceed, he yielded the floor to John-
son requesting him to give expression
to what he felt. The speech of John-
son, supported by the dramatic act and
distressed feelings of Jefferson and
marked by impassioned outbursts of
oratory, by bitter denunciation and
stirring appeal, so swayed the stu-
dents as to bring about the instant
reformation of the culprits and good
discipline afterwards. Only a few
months elapsed before Jefferson passed
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away. In the meantime he witnessed
the pleasing spectacle of harmonious
relations between faculty and students,
and of steady devotion to scholarly
work. Among his last declarations
was the high estimate placed upon the
quality of the work done, and approval
of the conduct of the students.
The terms of service of these educa-
tors were comparatively brief. Long,
after three years, accepted a call to the
University of London, leaving a record
no less enduring from the beneficent
results of his labors than the fame
achieved in England ; Key returned
after two years, became a professor in
the same university and a philologist of
reputation; Dunglison, after eight
years, was attracted to the University
of Maryland, and thence to Jefferson
College in Philadelphia ; Blaettermann
was removed in 1840 from his chair,
and Bonnycastle died the same year — a
year otherwise memorable in the his-
tory of the institution, inasmuch as
Professor Davis, chairman of the fac-
ulty, was murdered by one of the stu-
dents. Jefferson's intention that "the
first set" of professors should not only
give reputation to the institution, but
also prepare "fit successors" was ful-
filled in a measure.
The foundations, however, had been
well laid and the general policy defi-
nitely fixed. Degrees based upon broad
scholarship and certificates of gradua-
tion or proficiency based upon narrow
specialization, as honors to be obtained
and conferred, became the options
opened to students. In permitting
freedom of teaching and of learning,
in adopting a scheme of independent or
coordinate schools, in eliminating
the idea of sectarian control or inter-
ference, and in establishing the honor
system of discipline, the institution ex-
hibited the rich mature fruit of real
university life and experience, and
pointed to the consummate flower-
ing of true university ideals. In the
years that have passed, the high hopes
of Jefferson have been to a large extent
realized, his unselfish toil has been gen-
erously rewarded ; as the years flow on,
the significance of that portion of the
inscription on his monument, "Father
of the University of Virginia," widens
and deepens. In the outcome of his
laborious efforts and multifarious
plans to give Virginia a complete sys-
tem of education, the introduction of
the foreign educator stands a lasting
credit to his prescience and wisdom, a
permanent monument to his fame and
genius. From the university he
founded and fashioned an influence
went forth which was soon felt in
the East and throughout the South.
The Pennsylvania Germans
By Lucy Forney Bittinger
(Continued from June number.)
THE Revolutionary War be-
ing over, the Indian inva-
sions, stimulated so largely
by the British, ceased on the
frontier. This, and the activity which
had been aroused by the war and was
now turned into peaceful channels, en-
couraged Western emigration, and in
this movement the Pennsylvania Ger-
mans had their part. There had long
been a German settlement on Dunk-
ard's Creek, in what is now Fayette
County, and from this region, the head-
waters of the Monongahela River,
commerce took its rise. In 1782 Jacob
Yoder set out from "Redstone Old
Fort" (Brownsville) with a flatboat
loaded with goods, and floated down
to New Orleans to trade. When
Michael Fink arrived, in the same
year, the French officials had never
heard of Pittsburg, their starting-place.
These two men seem to have been the
pioneers of the keelboatmen who sub-
sequently made such a figure in the de-
velopment of the West.
Ten years later, a German, George
Anschutz, made the first iron ever
made in the "Iron City," in a little fur-
nace where is now Shadyside.
Many of the Western pioneers were
Pennsylvania Germans, though they
often emigrated directly from the Val-
ley of Virginia or from Maryland, both
of which had received their German
settlers from Pennsylvania. Some
were daring guides or Indian fighters,
some, simple frontiersmen. One is
glad, for the honor of the Pennsyl-
vania Germans, to say that there were
few among them of the type of pitiless
and bloodthirsty borderers represented
by Lewis, or Ludwig, Wetzel. His
father had been killed by Indians at
Wheeling, sacrificing his own life to
save his comrades, and Ludwig, then
a young man, vowed eternal vengeance
on the whole red race. He had four
brothers who were inspired by the
same hatred ; one of them sunk his
tomahawk in the head of an Indian
chief who came under a safe-conduct
to treat with Gen. Brodhead. Ludwig
did the same in Harmar's expedition
in 1790, was promptly arrested, but had
to be released, as the excitement of his
comrades, who intensely admired him,
was so great. He was indescribably
fearless and daring; would hunt alone
a hundred miles in the depths of the
"Indian Country," with numberless
hair-breadth escapes from his enemies,
as savage and merciless as himself.
He took more scalps than did the two
armies of Braddock and St. Clair ; and
with all this ferocity, he was something
of a dandy and was proud of his long
hair, which, when he unloosed it, hung
like a mane to his knees. He often
served as a guide and guard to parties
"coming out," as the phrase was, and
his name was a tower of strength. He
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died in Texas and is buried on the
banks of the Brazos.
It is strange to turn from this wild
and bizarre character to the peaceful
life of German settlements in eastern
Pennsylvania. Here the toils and dan-
gers of pioneer life were over; the
Pennsylvania Germans had, as has
been shown, borne their part bravely in
the struggle which had made the scat-
tered colonies a nation, and men's
minds were now occupied with
questions of government, of science, of
commerce, of education. In all these,
the leading men among the Pennsyl-
vania Germans distinguished them-
selves.
One of the first scientific men of the
United States was David Rittenhouse,
the astronomer of Germantown. He
was the great grandson of that Wil-
li elm Rittenhouse, who, in 1690, erect-
ed in Germantown the first paper-
mill in America. David Ritten-
house was born in Germantown
in 1732, and was brought up a farmer,
but showed an astonishing genius for
mathematics. When he had made,
without any help, a wooden clock, it
was concluded that he should give up
farming for clockmaking. While
working at his new trade by day, he
used to give his nights to the study of
the higher mathematics ; early in life,
he had made, independently, the dis-
covery of fluxions, and thought it, for
some years, a knowledge peculiar to
himself. Presently he constructed an
orrery, which seems to have excited
among the philosophers of the prov-
ince much the same quality of wonder
which the wooden clock had among his
simpler friends. He came to the no-
tice of the provincial authorities, who
employed him to survey their south-
ern boundary, which had been many
years in dispute. Rittenhouse had no
instruments, save those of his own
manufacture, and must have been
largely self-taught, but when the sur-
veyors, Mason and Dixon, who have
given their names at the once famous
"Line," came to review his work, they
found it faultless, and used it as the
basis of their work. Rittenhouse was
afterwards employed in settling the
other boundaries of his State, south,
east, and west, and his labors extended
over many years, before and after the
Revolution. He was for a time Treas-
urer of Pennsylvania; he succeeded
Franklin as President of the American
Philosophical Society, having intro-
duced himself to their notice by a
communication on the transit of
Venus in 1769, which he viewed in an
extemporized observatory of his own ;
so interested was he, that at the mo-
ment of contact he fainted from ex-
citement, but recovered and made some
valuable observations. He was the first
Director of the United States Mint,
holding the office until almost the time
of his death, in 1796.
Two Pennsylvania Germans did
themselves honor in the beginnings of
our government, in what Fiske has
well called "the critical period of
American history ;" these were Gen.
Peter Muhlenberg and his brother,
Frederick Augustus. After the war,
Gen. Muhlenberg's old congregation
wished him to return to their pulpit,
but he refused, probably feeling him-
self better fitted for civil life ; and in-
deed he had in this sphere a long and
honorable record. His brother, Fred-
erick, we last saw banished from his
New York pulpit by the Tories on ac-
count of his patriotic sentiments, and
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619
his fearless declaration of them. Since
that time, he had served in the Conti-
nental Congress, been Speaker of the
Pennsylvania Legislature, and Presi-
dent of the "Council of Censors," a
venerable institution of which the State
of Pennsylvania made a short trial in
the governmental chaos succeeding the
Revolution. When this was to be
ended, he and his brother, the general
(who had been the acting Governor of
the State), threw all their influence on
the side of the new constitution, and its
adoption by Pennsylvania was secured.
One or the other of these brothers, and
sometimes both, sat in the First, Sec-
ond, Third, and Fourth Congresses.
Frederick was chosen Speaker of the
Third Congress. It was his casting
vote which decided the acceptance of
the Jay treaty and averted a war with
France. Gen. Muhlenberg was also
elected to the United States Senate in
1 80 1, but soon resigned to take the
office of collector of the port of Phila-
delphia, in the incumbency of which he
died.
A third of this remarkable brother-
hood found his distinction in a very
different sphere. Henry Ernest Muh-
lenberg was, like his brothers, educated
for the church, but, unlike them, con-
tinued in the ministry through life. His
faithful labors in his vocation did not
procure him the celebrity which was
won by his scientific accomplishments.
It was during his patriotic exile from
his pulpit in Philadelphia that his at-
tention was first called to botanical
study. Afterwards becoming pastor
of a church in Lancaster, he published
there, in 1813, one of the earliest bo-
tanical catalogues of Pennsylvania. He
corresponded with the Hessian sur-
e-eon and botanist. Schoof. and gener-
ously allowed him to use the scientific
materials he had collected. He ex-
changed specimens with European bot-
anists and was a member of various
Continental societies, as well as the
American Philosophical Society, of
which his fellow-countryman Ritten-
house was the president. The botanist
Engelmann gave his name to a North
American oak, the Quercus Muhlen-
bergii, more familiarly known as the
"Yellow Chestnut Oak."
Botany seems to have been pecu-
liarly attractive to such Pennsylvania
Germans as had scientific tastes. In-
deed the first American professor of
botany was Kuhn, of Philadelphia, a
pupil of Linnaeus, but he did little for
the science. A little later than Muh-
lenberg, lived Lewis David de
Schweinitz, a Moravian clergyman, a
great-grandson of Count Zinzendorf
and the author of several botanical
works, the most important of which
was published in 1823. He particularly
devoted himself to the abstruse depart-
ment of cryptogamic botany and is
said to have added twelve hundred
species of American fungi to those al-
ready known.
The mention of this Moravian botan-
ist naturally brings up the subject of
education among the Pennsylvania
Germans. Prof. Seidensticker's re-
marks on their intelligence, apropos
of Saur's publications, will be remem-
bered. The early efforts of the her-
mits of the Wissahickon, Brother
Obed's Sunday-school at Ephrata, and
the title of Conrad Weiser, "the
schoolmaster of Tulpehocken," have
been mentioned. Many schools had
been established in connection with
churches. Immigrants frequently
broup-ht their schoolmasters with
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them; indeed the schoolmaster often
conducted services when there was
no minister and, conversely, the pas-
tor often taught in the schools. And
the ministers of German Pennsylvania,
in the latter half of the eighteenth
century were, many of them, well edu-
cated— university men who com-
pelled the admiration of the Harvard
professors for their learning and their
Latinity. One enthusiastic his-
torian has said that, owing to the
clergymen's supervision, the schools
were, in early times, often better in
the German districts of the State than
in the English ones ; but this is prob-
ably a hasty generalization. Who-
ever has read Judge Pennypacker's
delightful account of the old school-
master, Christopher Dock, must think
that the children who were taught by
that Pennsylvania-German Pestalozzi,
were highly favored in their educa-
tional advantages. The Moravians,
in particular, gave great attention to
education, and had early established
several excellent schools, as had Luth-
eran pastors in Philadelphia in their
congregations.
In spite of these efforts and of Pro-
vost Smith's unlucky project of the
"German schools," there was doubt-
less much truth in Pastor Kunze's de-
scription :
"The Germans consist for the most part
of such Palatines, Wiirtembergers, and Al-
satians as in their native land were op-
pressed by the greatest poverty, and lived
in the meanest fashion. There are hun-
dreds and thousands of these (I heard last
week of a ship on which there were 1,500
Germans, of whom 1,100 died at sea;)
packed like herrings on shipboard, and,
when they arrived, sold as slaves for a cer-
tain time. When they arc free, they nat-
urally want to grow rich; and there are
those who have done so : but the fundamen-
tals of education concern rich and poor
alike. The Germans here, taking them al-
together, are not very desirous to gain
knowledge, chiefly because they see little
opportunity to get outward advantage there,
by; besides, they have little comprehension
of real learning. And the English here
judge all Germany by them."
Almost all the early educational ef-
forts perished in the storms of the
Revolution. In the last years of the
war the University of Pennsylvania
had a large and flourishing German
department; but its prosperity was
short. It is now impossible to un-
derstand why this department, which
for a few years had a greater number
of students than the English section,
should have declined and perished so
suddenly. Perhaps the departure of
the energetic and learned Kunze had
something to do with it; he went, in
1784, to New York, where he was the
first to introduce the study of Hebrew
and Oriental lansrua^es into the United
States. Another cause for the fail-
ure may have been the competition
of the Lancaster High School, founded
in 1787 by the State Legislature, and
under the auspices of the botanist
Muhlenberg, as a reward to the Penn-
sylvania Germans for their services
to the cause of Independence. This
institution, after very various for-
tunes, became a part of the present
Franklin and Marshall College of the
German Reformed Church.
In this connection, it must not be
forgotten that the founder of the pub-
lic school system of Pennsylvania was
a Pennsylvania German, Gov. Wolf,
who established it in 1832, in the face
of opposition, of penuriousness and
sectarianism. He well deserves the
memorial arch raised by the school
children of his state to his honor.
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621
Many of the governors of Pennsyl-
vania have been of its German race.
That Gov. Ritner of whom Whittier
writes — "The fact redounds to the
credit and serves to perpetuate the
memory of the independent farmer
and high-souled statesman, that he
alone of all the Governors of the Union
in 1836 met the insulting demands
and menaces of the South in a man-
ner becoming a freeman and hater of
Slavery, in his message to the Legis-
lature of Pennsylvania" — was a Penn-
sylvania German. To this the poet
alludes, in his "Ritner" ;
"And that bold-hearted yeomanry, honest
and true,
Who, haters of fraud, give to labor its
due;
Whose fathers, of old, sang in concert with
thine,
On the banks of Swatara, the songs of the
Rhine,
The German-born pilgrims, who first dared
to brave
The scorn of the proud in the cause of the
slave ;
Will the sons of such men yield the lords
of the south
One brow for the brand, for the padlock
one mouth?
They cater to tyrants? They rivet the
chain,
Which their fathers smote off, on the ne-
gro again?"
How widely the Pennsylvania Ger-
man race is scattered and what share
of influence it has contributed to the
development of the country, is difficult
to decide and impossible to tabulate.
The practice of changing German
names to English ones, easier to spell
or pronounce, is responsible for much
of this obscurity, and also the tra-
ditional opinion of the Pennsylvania
Germans as a stolid, unprogressive
race makes their descendants some-
times ashamed to confess and glad to
conceal the tie.
The most obvious field in which to
seek the influence of the Pennsylvania
Germans is afforded by the State's rec-
ord in the Civil War; and it is cer
tainly not a record of which to be
ashamed — rather one of which to be
proud.
It is impossible to treat the share of
the Pennsylvania Germans in the Civil
War as we have treated their part in
the Revolution — to discriminate from
the rest, German organizations. They
served in all the regiments that their
native State sent to the field; and it
was the largest contribuion given by
any State to the suppression of the Re-
bellion. From a carefully taken aver-
age of the Pennsylvania German names
on the rosters of the two hundred and
fifteen regiments given in Bates's five
portly volumes, "History of the Penn-
sylvania Volunteers," I draw the con-
clusion that more than one-fifth of
Pennsylvania's soldiers bore un-
doubtedly Pennsylvania-German names
and hence were of this race. Some
regiments, raised in the southeastern
counties, contained twice as high a per-
centage. This calculation purposely
excludes all with such names as would
indicate foreign-born Germans; and
necessarily counts out, as well, men
who were allied to this people only on
their mothers' side. Neither does it
include such names as "Long," "Mil-
ler," etc., which might be English af*
well as anglicized German.
Of the regiments which Rosengar-
ten, in his "German Soldier in the
Wars of the United States," gives as
Teutonic, many were composed princi-
pally from the Pennsylvanian branch
of the race.
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The ''First Defenders" — the five
companies of Pennsylvanians who
reached Washington at the very out-
set of the rebellion and by their pres-
ence prevented the capital from tailing
into the hands of the insurgents — were
preponderantly of this race. Their
services were not brilliant, but they
were very important ; none knows how
timely was their arrival, and at their
discharge, they received the rare com-
pliment of a vote of thanks from Con-
gress, as follows :
"Resolved, That the thanks of this House
are due, and are hereby tendered to the five
hundred and thirty soldiers from Pennsyl-
vania, who passed through the mob of Bal-
timore, and reached Washington on the
eighteenth of April last, for the defence of
the National Capital."
Nearly a quarter of a century later
they received gold medals from the
Government as a testimonial of its
gratitude and an heirloom to show
their children that the Pennsylvania
Germans were first in defence of the
country, the capital, and the flag of the
Union.
A large proportion of the "three
months men" were Pennsylvania Ger-
mans; and many of them afterwards,
when the magnitude of the task of re-
pressing the Rebellion had dawned
upon our peaceful people, re-enlisted
for the three years service ; one of these
regiments, the Eleventh Pennsylvania,
being permitted, as a special mark of
favor for its soldierly qualities, to re-
tain its old number.
The fifteen regiments of the Re-
serves— "the largest organized force,
indeed the only division, sent by one
State to the field," contained many of
these Germans.
The Forty-eighth Pennsylvania —
which contained many of the "First
Defenders" from Schuylkill County,
was largely composed of miners, who
turned their craft to account in the
construction and explosion of the
famous mine at Petersburg.
The Fiftieth's gallant colonel,
Brennholz, killed in the Vicksburg
campaign, was a Berks County man;
his Pennsylvania German regiment
was the one chosen, on the recom-
mendation of Gen. Grant, to represent
the infantry at the dedication of the
National Monument at Gettysburg, in
1865.
The Fifty-first, under Hartranft —
afterwards a general, then governor of
his native State and organizer of its
present admirable National Guard —
fought with distinction through the
whole war, the carrying by assault of
the bridge at Antietam being one of
their most gallant exploits.
The Fifty-sixth Pennsylvania was
the first regiment to fire at Gettysburg.
Its division commander says, "That
battle on the soil of Pennsylvania was
opened by her own sons ; and it is just
that it should become a matter of his-
tory."
The Seventy-ninth, a Lancaster regi-
ment, whose colonel bore the name of
the Revolutionary soldier, Hambright,
fought in the West and marched with
Sherman to the sea.
The Ninety-seventh "gained credit
with and for" Pennypacker.
The Sixty-fifth (Seventh cavalry)
and the One Hundred and Thirteenth
(Twelfth Cavalry) had many Penn-
sylvania Germans in their ranks ; and
the same was true of the notably well-
drilled One Hundred and Fifty-second
(Third Artillery) ; from its ranks "all
the field and nearly all the line officers
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623
of the One Hundred and Eighty-
eighth were promoted and the excellent
discipline and soldierly bearing of the
command was the frequent subject of
remark and commendation by its su-
perior officers." (Bates.)
Largely Pennsylvania German in
their composition were the One Hun-
dred and Thirtieth and the One Hun-
dred and Thirty-first, which fought so
bravely and suffered so heavily at An-
tietam and at Fredericksburg. So
was the One Hundred and Fifty-third,
which withstood the terrific charge of
the "Louisiana Tigers" at Gettysburg.
In parting from these "nine months
men" its brigade commander, Col. von
Gilsa, said :
"I am an old soldier, but never did I
know soldiers, who, with greater alacrity
and more good-will, endeavored to fulfill
their duties. In the battle of Chancellors-
ville you, like veterans, stood your ground
against fearful odds. In the three days'
battle at Gettysburg, your behavior put
many an old soldier to the blush, and you
are justly entitled to a great share of the
glory which my brigade has won for itself.
In the name of your comrades of the First
Brigade, and myself, I now bid you fare-
well."
No Pennsylvanian German soldier
of the Civil War was so picturesque
and interesting a figure as the Revo-
lutionary general, Muhlenberg; but
among the soldiers who did themselves
and their race honor may be mentioned
such men as Zinn of the One Hundred
and Thirtieth, killed at Fredericksburg
while exhorting his men, "Stick to
your standard, boys," and Heintzel-
man, who was born in Lancaster
County in 1805. He was a West
Point graduate, "was promoted and
brevetted for his gallantry in the Mexi-
can War and at the outbreak of the Re-
bellion became colonel of the Seven-
teenth U. S. Infantry. At Bull Run
he was wounded ; on the Peninsula he
commanded a corps, and throughout
the war he was always on duty."
The services and honors of Hart-
ranft, "the hero of Fort Stedman,"
have already been mentioned ; not so
those of Bohlen, the son of a Philadel-
phia merchant, whose strong bent for
the military life found its consumma-
tion and honor in raising — at his own
expense — the Seventy-fifth Pennsyl-
vania; he died at their head, leading
his men to the attack. Seidensticker
fitly closes his sketch of him with the
couplet, from a song of his German
regiment :
"Und opferst du dich auch, wohlan.
Vergebens stirbt kein Ehrenmann."
Gen. Herman Haupt, a West Point
graduate, served in the Civil War, and
has since distinguished himself in
trans-continental railway building.
Nearly twenty per cent, of President
Lincoln's body-guard were of this race,
as the names testify; and one of the
treasures of the company was an auto-
graph letter of his, in which he said:
"Capt. Derrickson and his company,
are very agreeable to me ; and while it
is deemed proper for any guard to re-
main, none would be more satisfactory
to me."
There were many families among
the Pennsylvania Germans who
rivalled, in the Civil War, the records
of the Hiesters and Graybills of the
Revolution. The wide-spread family
of the Pennypackers gave eighty-nine
of its members to the Union army. The
most distinguished scion of this old
German stock was that Gen. Penny-
packer of whom Rosengarten says :
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THE PENNSYLVANIA GERMANS
"At the age of eighteen, after he had be-
gun life as a printer, young Pennypacker
became a member of a local volunteer com-
pany, and marched with it to Harrisburg
on the first summons for troops in 1861,
serving with it in the Ninth regiment. He
soon became captain and then major of the
reorganized regiment in the three years' ser-
vice, the Ninety-seventh, and bravely fought
his way through the war, became colonel of
the regiment, was soon put in command of
a brigade, won his star as a brigadier-gen-
eral for his gallantry at the capture of Fort
Fisher, at twenty-two was the youngest
general officer in the war, and was brev-
etted a major-general. He was the young-
est colonel in the regular army, and finally
retired in 1883 at an age when with most
men a career of distinction such as his is
usually just beginning."
Gen. Pennypacker's sufferings from
the terrible wound received at Fort
Fisher and for which he has unavail-
ingly sought relief from the surgeons
of Europe and America, are probably
the cause of his premature retirement
from active life.
Col. Schall of the Fifty-first Penn-
sylvania, was one of eight brothers in
the army. "The Wisters," says the
author of the "German Soldier," "who
served in the war by the half a score,
were all of that good old German stock
whose representatives are so well and
honorably known in every walk of life."
And the Vezins and Muhlenbergs may
be added to this roll of honor.
Surely these facts — a few only, se-
lected from the ignored annals of the
Pennsylvania Germans — show that it
is not a race to be ashamed of. A re-
cent American writer has called them
stolid and ignorant. But is that race
ignorant which printed the first Bible
in any European tongue, on this conti-
nent ; which, in the person of Kunze,
introduced to America the learning of
the Orient ; which gave us scientists
like Melsheimer, "the Father of Ameri-
can Entomology," and Muhlenberg
and De Schweinitz; philologists like
Zeisberger; forest diplomatists like
Post and Weiser ; which, in the persons
of the Moravians, founded some of our
oldest schools, and in Gov. Wolf gave
their State its school system, as anoth-
er Pennsylvania German, Gov. Hart-
ranft, created her National Guard;
and which, with humble "Brother
Obed," founded a Sunday-school be-
fore Robert Raikes founded his?
Is that race stolid — intent only on
monkey-getting, on sleek cattle and good
farming — which was the first to raise
its voice, with Pastorius, for the free-
dom of the slave? It has fought, as
well as spoken, for liberty. It helped
to break France's power at Fort Du-
quesne; to withstand the circling sav-
ages at Bushy Run ; it fought from the
siege of Boston to that of Yorktown;
it retreated through the Jerseys, suf-
fered at Valley Forge, and starved in
the prison-ships and "the Sugar-
house." It all but saved the day at
Germantown and did save the wrecked
army at Brandywine. In the later con-
flict for freedom, it was the first to de-
fend the capital and there was no bat-
tle in which Pennsylvania s soldiers
fought, where Pennsylvania Germans
did not have their share. It took
the bridge at Antietam and held
Cemetery Ridge at Gettysburg,
stormed Fort Fisher and Fort Sted-
man, was at Vicksburg and went with
Sherman to the sea.
Such a race is not stolid, though they
may be deliberate and slow to rouse;
but thev have done much for their
country in time of peace and in her
hour of need have never been found
lacking.
Hazel
By Mary Teprell
HAZEL toyed idly with her
fan.
''Who is that young wom-
an?" she asked.
"The Princess Las Casas, Made-
moiselle/' answered the maid defer-
entially. "She it is that is contracted
to Monsieur the Earl of Darnwood.
He arrives to-day. Quite rich, they
say, and handsome — ah!" Hazel
sighed and twisted the corner of her
white silken shawl between her fin-
gers. Monte Carlo somehow lost its
charm when viewed exclusively from
a Bath chair.
"He must be brought to me, Sophie,
for inspection!" said she with a lan-
guid smile. "I believe a good, old-
fashioned flirtation would almost make
me well again — I'm so bored ! And
I'm sure the Princess has plenty of
admirers — has she not?" Sophie
shrugged her shoulders. "Mademoi-
selle sees !" said she.
The Princess was coming down the
path toward them — a tall, handsome
woman with rather large features but
fine eyes and an exquisite, cream-tint-
ed complexion, through which the
the rich red surged now and again as
she talked with the gentlemen on
either side of her. The man on the
Princess's right was the handsomest
Hazel had ever seen. He was over six
feet tall, with a fine head, light curl-
ing hair, and frank gray eyes. He
had evidently just arrived, for he was
in travelling suit, and a servant fol-
lowed closely behind carrying his
portmanteau.
"If that is the Earl," said Hazel
when they had passed, "he isn't bad.
She must be rather fond of him."
Three weeks later, one July evening,
while soft strains of music floated out
from the ball-room of the Casino and
died away amid the roses and orange
blossoms of that wonderful garden,
while the moon was rising over the
summer sea, Hazel, robed in white and
with a single rose in her auburn hair,
was sitting in a summer-house a little
to one side of the loggia. Beside her,
looking into her face as if held by a
charm, was the nobleman with the
curling hair and the frank gray eyes.
He held one of her hands in his.
"I love you, Hazel," he said. "Will
you marry me?" Hazel gave a little
laugh and tried to withdraw her hand.
"But the Princess?" she said.
"I have thought of her, dear," said
Darnwood. "She is one of the finest
women I have ever known. I became
betrothed to her because I thought I
never could love anyone and I wanted
to please my mother. But, Hazel,
since I have seen you I have known
what love is and even if I were unsel-
fish— which I am not — I could not
offer the Princess less than I woula
ask of her in return — all my heart, —
and that is yours, dearest, dearest
Hazel."
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626
HAZEL
"Do you love me so much?" Hazel
almost whispered.
"More than I ever thought that I
could love anyone/' said he. "Oh be
kind to me, Hazel !" He bent over and
kissed her hand and his golden locks
brushed her sleeve.
"You are nothing but a boy at
heart," said Hazel softly, and she laid
her hand on his shoulder as he knelt
there — "a big, handsome boy. You
ought not to be thinking of engage-
ments and marrying yet. But I'm
proud that you love me, Darnwood, —
indeed I am! It is a great honor to
me. No, I cannot tell you to-night,"
she added, in response to the appealing
look in his eyes. "I'll tell you to-mor-
row. You must go now. The music
has stopped and Mrs. Allen will come
for me here."
He went out, brushing through the
masses of jessamine and honeysuckle
that perfumed the night air, and Hazel
settled herself comfortably, her head
on her hand, looking out upon the
calm, dark slumber of that southern
ocean. A light step sounded on the
threshhold. Hazel looked up. A ra-
diant vision in softest pink, with a
garland of roses gleaming like stars in
her dark hair, stood before her —
the tall figure of the Princess Las
Casas.
"Mademoiselle," she said, in the
saddest, most melodious voice that
Hazel had ever heard, "may I talk
with you for a few minutes?"
*I* *!■ *P I* H* *f»
"What did you tell him?" asked
Mrs. Allen excitedly. She and Hazel
were sitting on the after-deck of La
Bretagne watching the stars as the
ship ploughed steadily through the
water on its way back to the land where
there are no earls and no princesses.
"I told him," said Hazel quietly,
"that it had been merely a flirtation on
my part — that I had wanted to see
whether I could get him. It was hu-
miliating but I said it."
"Poor boy!" said the older woman.
"You treated him badly, Hazel."
Hazel looked out toward the very
farthest line of the horizon and there
was a suggestion of hardness in her
light laugh.
"I know you began it as a mere flir-
tation, Hazel," pursued Mrs. Allen,
"but did it end so ? What did the Prin-
cess say to you that night in the gar-
den?"
"That must be our secret, dear Mrs.
Allen," said Hazel with one of her
sweet smiles. As she spoke she choked
back something very like a sob in her
throat and added, "Let's talk about
something else!"
Beautiful Death
By S. H. M. Byers
gEAUTIFUL death— that is what it is;
And that very day I had told you so,
When you stooped to give me a one last kiss,
And your eyes filled up ; oh, you did not know
Hoav sweet and sudden a dream was mine,
Without a pain or a pang, at the last,
One single sip of the nectared wine,
And out of the there to the here I passed.
Still for a little the clouds were cleft,
And there behind me I still could see
The flowers, the room, and the friends I left,
And the beautiful body God gave to me.
And just a moment I waved my hand
From the rosy heights of the newer dawn,
To tell you, dear, did you understand,
That I was not dead, but was living on.
Now there is nothing of pain or pride ;
Rapturous beings are everywhere,
And the dear, dear dead who have never died,
They are just the same as they were back there.
The very mountains and lakes you see,
Oh, all that gladdens your mortal eyes
Are a thousand fold in their joy to me,
For I see them, dearest, in Paradise.
In the scented grove when the night is near,
And the pine trees murmur a low sweet song,
It is I that speak — do you sometimes hear?
That you stand so still, and you stand so long?
What do I tell you ? Oh, this, no more :
Beautiful Death, it is sweet, so sweet,
Not the death that we thought before,
But the miracle death that is life complete.
Out on the lawn when the rose is red,
And its breath an odorous ecstacy,
It is not the rose — it is I instead —
When you kiss the rose you are kissing me.
Oh, I often speak in the voice of things
That move your soul, and you know not why ;
In the evening flute, and the sound of strings,
And the radiant isles of a summer sky.
When the nightingale on the hedge-row sings,
Till the very trees in the woods rejoice,
And a nameless rapture around you clings,
It is I that speak in the sweet bird's voice.
Oh, could you hear me ; oh, could you know ;
Oh, could you breathe of this joyous land,
You would long for the beautiful death, and go
So glad, so glad, could you understand.
Boston Schools One Hundred Years
Ago
By George H. Martin
ONE hundred years ago Boston
was a town of about twenty-
five thousand people. There
were some who called it an
old-fashioned town. These were per-
sons who had come in contact, during
the war or after it, with the freer liv-
ing and freer thinking people of the
Southern and Middle States. Some of '
them had become acquainted with
French officers and soldiers, had fol-
lowed with interest the tragic fortunes
of France, and had learned to talk
more or less openly of liberty, equality,
and fraternity.
The sympathies of these people were
sufficiently outspoken to awaken alarm
in the minds of the more conservative,
that is, of most of the substantial
classes, — ministers, lawyers, judges,
and merchants.
The first families were intensely con-
servative. These were in reality sec-
ond families, as most of the first fam-
ilies of provincial days had been loyal-
ists, and had gone with Lord Howe to
Iialifax on the evacuation. The new
comers had formed the social aristoc-
racy of the smaller towns, and in their
new home were maintaining those so-
cial distinctions which had been as
marked in New England as in old Eng-
land. They had brought with them con-
siderable wealth, to which the African
trade in rum and slaves had contributed
not a little, and they were adding to it
by the new commerce which flourished
between the close of the war and the
embargo. They lived well, had fine
furniture and plate, rode in their
coaches, and gave grand entertain-
ments. To these people, living
their life in the mam on the
old lines, worshipping in the old
churches under the old creeds,
feeling some contempt for the poor,
and some distrust of the lower classes,
all suggestions of change brought a
vague feeling of uneasiness which
caused them to range themselves in
open hostility. They inveighed against
the ''spirit of innovation," which
seemed to threaten the stability of the
established order. They saw in the ex-
cesses of the French Revolution omens
of disaster at home. This made them
Federalists in politics. There must
be a strong government to restrain the
people and to maintain the old social
institutions intact. Against this sea-
wall of conservatism, — social, political,
and religious, the rising tide of nine-
teenth century thought beat for a gen-
eration.
On the side of public education the
first break was made in 1790. Dur-
ing the colonial and provincial periods
schooling had been simple. For sev-
enty years the first grammar school
had held the field alone, teaching Latin
for its chief work. Early in the eigh-
teenth century another Latin school
BOSTON SCHOOLS ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO
629
was established, and three Writing
schools, where boys whose parents had
no social ambitions could learn the sim-
ple arts of writing and arithmetic.
Children learned to read at home, or at
the private schools that flourished
through the period.
But if the formal education was
scanty and narrow during the pre-
Revolutionary period, that dynamic
education which comes through the ex-
periences of life was broad and liberal.
The children were always in close
touch with men and things, and novel
and instructive events were following
each other in rapid succession.
In the early part of the period they
had the experiences of the wilderness,
and throughout they were close and in-
terested observers of the rapidly chang-
ing life. Natural objects and processes
were all about them. They lived a
rural life by the side of the sea, a most
happy combination of conditions. Each
house had its garden, and the wealthy
had outlying farms in Brookline and
Braintree. Market days were early
established when the people from
neighboring towns brought in their
produce. Trade by sea began early,
and from the time when Gov. Win-
throp built the Blessings of the Bay,
vessels in increasing numbers were
coming and going — some to England
and the West Indies, and others, before
the navigation laws were strictly en-
forced, to the ports of Southern Eu-
rope.
The children saw the first log-houses
built and they saw these give way to
frame buildings and later to those of
brick and stone. All industries were
in sight. When Franklin's father
wanted to keep Benjamin from the sea
he took him about the town and
showed him all kinds of mechanics at
work, hoping to find among them one
that would attract the boy.
Religious influence was strong and
constant. The schoolmasters were
ministers or theologians. "He taught
us Lilly and he gospel taught," wrote
Cotton Mather of Master Cheever.
Religious observances were strict, —
Sundays, Fasts, and Thanksgivings.
The catechism was learned by all.
Civil life was carried on in the open.
There were town meetings in the First
Meeting-house, in Faneuil Hall, and in
the Old South Meeting-house, and the
Provincial Legislature met in the old
State House. Public functionaries
were coming and going, with more or
less of parade. The jail was next to
the school house, and the stocks, the
pillory, and the whipping posts were in
the most public places. Hangings
were a public spectacle. There was
always more or less of military life, —
the early train-bands, the later minute-
men — and news of wars with Indians
and the French. The town was so
small and so compact that everything
happened within sight and sound of
everybody. The children grew up in
the midst of this bustling, vigorous,
healthy social and public life. They en-
tered it early, but they were prepared
for it. They were educated by it.
In 1789 the Legislature framed a
school law more complete than any
that had preceded it. It embodied the
ancient principles and gave authori-
tative sanction to new practices which
had grown up in the towns. Its most
significant feature was the broadening
of the work of the common schools by
the mandatory study of English in the
form of grammar and spelling. It
marks the beginning of modern in dis-
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BOSTON SCHOOLS ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO
tinction from the renaissance ideas in
education. For three hundred years
in Europe and America so complete
had been the domination of classical
learning that a grammar school every-
where meant a Latin school. The
most conspicuous change wrought by
the nineteenth century in all the
countries of Europe as well as in our
own has been the enthronement of the
vernacular as the chief means of cul-
ture for the masses.
In 1790 a town-meeting was held
in Boston to consider a petition from
numerous "respectable" citizens for a
revision of the system of public in-
struction. In this petition these re-
spectable citizens asked that provision
should be made for "youth of both
sexes." That the town should be asked
to admit girls to the public schools
showed that the "spirit of innovation"
was abroad, and having come to pos-
ess "respectable" citizens, must be
reckoned with.
Samuel Adams, then Lieutenant-
Governor, was a member of the com-
mittee appointed to consider the sub-
ject. He was not afraid of innovation,
and the committee in their report gave
the girls a chance, or rather, half a
chance, for they recommended that
girls be allowed to attend the schools
from the twentieth of April to the
twentieth of October.
The new scheme which the com-
mittee recommended and which the
town adopted provided for one Latin
school, three Writing schools, and three
new schools called Reading schools.
There were, for the first time, certain
structural elements of a system, in that
conditions of admission and a leaving
age were fixed. Boys might enter the
Latin school when ten years old and
might remain four years. They must
have studied English grammar before
entering. Boys and girls might enter
the other schools at seven and remain
until they were fourteen. But they
could not enter unless they had pre-
viously received "the instruction usual
in women's schools." This proviso
was the root of much subsequent
trouble. Children must be taught to
read at home or in private schools.
The children of the illiterate poor who
needed school most were wholly de-
prived of it.
The Reading and Writing schools
were established as distinct and inde-
pendent institutions, occupying, at
first, separate buildings. The pupils
were the same in both, spending a
half day in each by alternation. When
the boys were in the Reading school
the girls were in the Writing school.
In the winter, when the girls were
not present, the upper and lower
classes of boys alternated in a similar
way.
This unique arrangement, called
later "the double-headed system," was
the result of a compromise. One pur-
pose of reorganizing the schools was to
secure a higher grade of teachers than
the old writing-masters had been, who
had been chosen chiefly for their beau-
tiful chirography. They had too little
education to carry on the new work,
but they had been too long in the ser-
vice to be easily displaced. So they
were allowed to continue to do their
old work in their old way, while col-
lege graduates were selected for the
new schools.
School-keeping and school-going
were meant to be serious business a
hundred years ago. The daily ses-
sions were seven hours long until 1802,
BOSTON SCHOOLS ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO
6ji
when they were reduced to six. The
holidays and vacations were only those
in which the public shared, so closely
were the schools and their interests
identified with the social life of the
time. There was no school on Thurs-
day and Saturday afternoons, nor on
Fast and Thanksgiving Days, April 1,
June 1, Christmas, and the Fourth
of July. For vacations there were the
four afternoons of Artillery training,
six days in Election week, the four
last days in Commencement week, and
general training days.
The merit of these occasions for
vacation purposes lay in the fact that
they furnished for the children not
only freedom but entertainment and
occupation, things sadly missed in the
modern, more extended holiday peri-
ods.
The work prescribed for the Writ-
ing schools was the same that they had
always done — writing and arithmetic.
In all the early records of New Eng-
land towns by a "ritin skule" was
meant a winter school kept by a man
who taught writing and arithmetic
chiefly to boys and young men. In the
Boston schools the children were not to
begin arithmetic until they were eleven
years old. Then they were to study in
order Numeration, Addition, Subtrac-
tion, Multiplication, Division ; Com-
pound Addition, Subtraction, Multi-
plication, and Division ; Reduction,
the Simple Rule of Three (direct),
Pratice (including Tare and Trett),
Interest, Fellowship and Exchange,
Vulgar and Decimal Fractions.
The Reading schools which repre-
sented the advanced thought of the
day in education were expected to
teach spelling, accent, and reading,
English grammar, and, to the upper
classes, epistolary writing, and compo-
sition. The masters might introduce,
when expedient, geography and
newspapers, occasionally.
It is interesting to note that the
fault-finding about an overloaded cur-
riculum began at once when boys were
required to study spelling and gram-
mar. Only two years after the new
plan went into operation there was a
petition from some parents praying
that their boys might be excused from
attending the Reading school and give
all their time in the last year to arith-
metic. Their idea of a practical edu-
cation was expressed by the New Eng-
land farmer — "The Bible and figgers
is all I want my boys to know."
The prescribed books were few.
For reading there were the Bible and
a small book by Noah Webster called
"American Selections for Reading
and Speaking." For spelling, "Web-
ster's Spelling Book" was designated,
and for grammar, Caleb Bingham's
"Young Ladies' Accidence," a small
book of sixty pages, simple and sensi-
ble, and much better than the bulky
volumes which succeeded it. No text
book was prescribed in arithmetic un-
til Daboll's was introduced in 1819.
School life began with attendance up-
on the dame schools, kept mostly in
their own homes by women who found
it a respectable way to earn a liveli-
hood. Some of the teachers were
gentlewomen who had known better
days, to whom their old friends sent
children out of kindness. Others were
by no means gentle, and children in
their hands were victims of what Rich-
ter in his "Levana" calls "the sour
malevolence of antiquated virginity."
Some were like the English dame who
said to an inspector, "It's but little thev
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BOSTON SCHOOLS ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO
pays me and but little I learns 'em.'
The "instruction usual at women's
schools," the pre-requisite for admis-
sion to the public schools, was meagre
at its best. All that was attempted
was to teach the alphabet, the mean-
ingless syllables a-b, ab, and the rest,
and to read easy words of one syllable.
To this was added much memorizing
of Bible verses.
General Henry K. Oliver has left
some interesting pictures of his own
early school-days. He went first to a
dame school kept on Hanover Street
by a man. "The old gentleman hold-
ing an old book in his old hand and
pointing with an old pin to the old
letters on the old page, and making
each one of us chicks repeat their sev-
eral names till we could tell them at
sight, though we did not know what it
was all for."
He went next to Madame Tileston's,
where he was taught reading and spell-
ing. Each child had about twenty
minutes of instruction each half day — -
"forty minutes worth of teaching and
three hundred and twenty minutes
worth of sitting still." This scanty
ratio of learning time to sitting still
time is by no means confined to "a
hundred years ago." A very few years
ago a visitor to a country school saw
the little ones called forward to spell
out their little lesson at the teacher's
knee. Two or three minutes for
each, fifteen minutes for all sufficed,
and they were sent to their seats.
The visitors mildly inquired what
other work they would have that after-
noon. He was told, "Nothing." What
did they do this forenoon? "The
same." Then he rashly ventured the
question, "What is the use of keeping
them? Why not let them go out and
play ?" The teacher replied with great
decision and some contempt, "It
learns 'em to set up !"
Having reached the age of seven, the
children were allowed to enter the pub-
lic school. Here they found them-
selves in a great bare room, lighted
on three sides and holding from two
hundred and fifty to three hundred
children. There were no separate
class rooms and no cloak rooms. The
outer garments of the children were
hung on hooks about the room. Mrs.
Mary A. Livermore has told us how
in her day, much less than a hundred
years ago, the streams from the wee
clothing ran along the floor, and made
fun for the girls, as they tried to keep
their feet above the water. There
were no shades to the windows, no
blackboards, no maps or pictures. The
seats were narrow and without backs.
The schools were divided into four
classes. The two lower, comprising the
larger part of the school, were taught
by an usher, the two upper, by the
master. In the Reading school the
younger children in the two lower
classes spent their time in reading,
spelling, playing, and being whipped.
The last two exercises were also a
regular part of the Writing school
routine.
Each read one verse from the Bible
or a sentence from "Webster's Spell-
ing Book," called sometimes "Web-
ster's First Part." This contained
long lists of "easy" words of one, two,
three, and four syllables, grouped
according to accent. Then followed
some short pieces for reading, Bible
verses, fables, and easy dialogues;
after this came the harder spelling —
words of "learned length and thunder-
ing sound."
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At the end of the list of so-called
easy words there was a note which
said : "If the instructor should think
it useful to let his pupils read some
of the easy lessons before they have
finished spelling he may divide their
studies, let them spell one part of the
day, and read the other." So the
teacher might keep the children
studying spelling without reading, un-
til they had spelled through the book.
The second class had, for new
work, to commit the grammar to mem-
ory, taking lessons of six lines or more
at a time and going over the whole
book three or four times. The first
class applied the knowledge so ac-
quired to parsing. This class also
read occasionally in the geography.
The difference between a course of
study on paper and the same in prac-
tice, a difference even now familiar to
all school people, was illustrated early
in the matter of composition. When
these schools were established the
upper classes were to be instructed in
"epistolary writing and composition."
William B. Fowle, who received all
his early education in these schools,
from dame school to Latin school,
avers that he was never required to
write a sentence or a word of English.
He says that for twenty years there
was not a word written in any school
in Boston. In the Writing schools
the work of the children between the
ages of seven and eleven was writing,
and learning and saying arithmetical
tables. The "cipherers," about one-
third of the school, spend the first hour
of the school session in writing, and the
other two in ciphering. The copies
were set by the master. While he
mended pens the children brought up
their exercises for inspection. During
this writing hour the lower classes
were studying their tables, usually
aloud, and reciting them in concert.
It was not uncommon for the tables
to be sung to some familiar tune, as
"Yankee Doodle."
For the cipherers the "sums" were
set in a manuscript book from the
master's own manuscript book. This
practice was universal before the intro-
duction of text-books in arithmetic.
The scholars worked on their sums
until they were right. The Connecti-
cut artist, Jonathan Trumbull, who
spent a short time when a boy at one
of these Boston schools, is said to have
spent three weeks on a sum in long
division. These sums were no trifles.
Examples in multiplication exist hav-
ing as many as fifteen figures in each
factor, and in long division quintillions
were divided by billions.
This work offered two advantages.
It furnished to the pupils occasions
to learn by practice "patient continu-
ance," and it gave to the master some
assurance that he had provided suffi-
cient "busywork" to keep his pupils
out of mischief.
There was one interesting feature of
this early arithmetic work. It made
little demand on the reasoning pow-
ers of the pupils. The work on the
processes with simple and compound
numbers was done by rules easily
learned and applied. The same was
true of the Rule of Three, with its
cabalistic phrase, "If more requires
more or less requires less." Fractions
were studied last, and by many chil-
dren, perhaps by most children, were
not studied at all. Nearly all the work
consisted in applying the rules di-
rectly to examples constructed for the
purpose of illustration.
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With the introduction of text-books
came "problems" testing the inge-
nuity of scholars. At first these were
few, but they increased in number and
complexity with each new book and
with each new edition, until they came
to be considered the supreme test of in-
tellectual ability. In its tax upon the
mental power of children the arithme-
tic work a hundred years ago was
play compared with the modern re-
quirements.
The work in all the schools consisted
chiefly of memorizing words. In the
Reading and Writing schools there was
nothing during the first three or four
years of school life but oral spelling,
writing, and arithmetic tables. It is
not to be wondered at that the schools
are said to have been characterized
by "listlessness, idleness, and disorder."
General Oliver, in writing of his ex-
perience in these schools, says: "I do
not remember that my powers of per-
ception or observation were ever awak-
ened or drawn out or cultivated. I
do not remember that my attention was
ever called to the consideration of any
object great or small in the great world
into which I had been born, or in the
little world by which I was sur-
rounded." Mrs. Livermore says that
she never heard, except from one
teacher, any explanation or definition
of rules or difficult passages.
The work in the Latin school was no
different. On entering at ten years of
age (afterwards at nine) boys were set
to learning "Adams' Grammar" by
heart. Oliver speaks of "month after
month, forenoons and afternoons of
dreary monotony." "This grim and
melancholy work was only relieved by
an occasional lesson in spelling * * *
or a weekly exercise in declamation."
Of the later work in Latin he says :
"Translating, parsing, and scanning,
with unmitigated drill but with no
more knowledge imparted of Roman
history, Roman life and manners, and
the genius of the Latin language than
was imparted to me of the manners
and customs and language of the Choc-
taws."
The work in Greek was similar. It
began with committing to memory the
Greek Grammar. "Nine dreary and
weary months of tedious memorizing
did I spend at this fearful and exhaust-
ing job, hating Greek, with no love
for those who taught it with a book in
one hand and a cowhide in the other."
Rev. James Freeman Clarke, speak-
ing once of his experience in the Latin
school, said : "I can repeat passages
from the Latin grammar which I
learned fifty years ago and which I
have never had occasion to use from
that day to this." Hon. William M.
Evarts, speaking on a similar occasion,
said : "I certainly was taught to say in
the most perfect manner the longest list
of Latin names and prepositions, be-
came intimately acquainted in their
whole pedigree and relation with large
nouns and words that I never expected
to meet in my subsequent life at all."
One of the masters of the Latin school
says of the work that the boys were re-
quired to learn "much that they did not
understand, as an exercise of the mem-
ory and to accustom them to labor."
This kind of work served scholars and
teachers in good stead when the school
committee came to make the annual ex-
amination.
The school committee was one of
the new features that came in
with the reorganization in 1790. Be-
fore that the selectmen had been
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the guardians of the public interests
In school affairs as in most others
that belonged to the "prudentials" of
the town. Beginning with 1790
the town annually chose twelve men
of professional and business standing,
who, with the selectmen, formed a
permanent body of officials. The
first committee consisted of three
ministers, three doctors, three judges,
two senators and one rising young
lawyer, who afterward became Gov-
ernor of the State. They attended
faithfully to the duties imposed upon
them. They chose teachers, fixed sal-
aries, selected books, made regulations,
heard complaints, and established new
schools. Sub-committees made quar-
terly visits to the schools to inquire into
their condition and needs.
The annual visitation of the boys'
schools in July or August and of the
girls' schools in November was a sol-
emn affair. The selectmen, the school
committee, and such specially invited
guests as they delighted to honor went
in imposing procession to all the
schools. The time allotted to each
school was brief, but the masters knew
they were coming and had everything
ready to show when they appeared.
Thirty minutes were allowed for a
Writing school, fifty for a Reading
school, and from fifty to sixty for the
Latin school. The visitors inspected
the copy-books, and the "special
pieces," which had been prepared un-
der a formal vote of the Board, allow-
ing them to be presented as "beneficial
to the spirit of emulation." Later they
found themselves obliged to restrict
the number of pieces to be presented by
any one pupil to two. Evidently the
chirographic artists had been laying
themselves out in this sort of work.
Each year when the masters were
notified of the date of the intended
visit they were requested to confer
together as to the pieces to be read,
"to avoid needless repetition." The
girls were forbidden to read dia-
logues. Perhaps such reading sug-
gested the theatre, one of the in-
novations not yet fully domesticated.
At the Latin school the same kind of
work was shown. One who was there
says: "A very few pages of the book
we were to be exercised in were
marked off and regularly drilled into
us day after day." "No one could
doubt an instant of the exact passage
he would be called on to show off be-
fore the fathers of the town." A boy
who had been drilled on the declension
of duo was called on by mistake for
tres. "That's not my word, sir!"
The mistake was promptly corrected
and he went through duo in triumph.
The exercises closed with a Latin
oration. From this the dignitaries
marched to Faneuil Hall, where they
recuperated themselves with a dinner
at the public expense. In "Dwight's
Travels," when speaking of amuse-
ments in Boston, the writer says, "A
considerable amusement is also fur-
nished by the examinations and exhibi-
tions of the superior schools." Cer-
tainly the most rigid Puritan could
have found no fault with an amuse-
ment so mild and so innocent.
These annual official visitations had
a value as a recognition of education as
a public function and of the schools as
public schools and as an expression of
public interest in their success. As such
they furnished an incentive to teachers
and scholars. But by the encourage-
ment they gave to show work, to exer-
cises of the verbal memory, they fas-
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tened on the schools narrow and me-
chanical notions of education. They
set up false standards which genera-
tions have not outgrown.
To such work as has been described
the pupils, from the dame school to
the Latin school, were held by sheer
force. The school dame wielded a
long rod, with which from her chair of
state she could reach the most distant
child. This interesting functionary
always sat. She was a veritable "Ma-
donna of the chair." In all other schools
flogging was universal and perpetual.
It had been so from the colonial days
and continued to be so until a much
later period. Indeed the practice was
one "wherof the memory of man run-
neth not to the contrary." If at any
time during the first two hundred years
Boston boys had thought of complain-
ing of their treatment, they would have
been silenced by the sanctions of Scrip-
ture and the examples of history. Had
not Solomon said, "Foolishness is
bound in the heart of a child : the rod of
correction shall drive it far from him" ?
Had he not also said, "Spare the rod
and spoil the child," and "Chasten thy
son while there is hope and spare not
for his crying"? The old schoolmas-
ters heeded well this injunction.
General Oliver says : "Of the eight
different teachers before I went to col-
lege, but one possessed any bowels of
mercy." Mrs. Livermore remembers
to have seen a master in her day rattan
in turn fifty-two girls standing in a
row that reached across the school-
room. Of the school experience of
Robert Treat Paine there is an account
in the Historical Sketch of the Boston
Latin School.
"Before going to the Latin School Mr.
Paine went to Mr. J. Snelling to learn to
write. This was in Court Square. The
s-cene there was a perfect farce of teaching.
There was no sort of instruction. J. S. told
the whole school when school began to write
four lines. If, in looking round, he found
anyone had written his lines before the time
was over, he thrashed him for writing too
fast. If he had written none he whipped
him for laziness. But this was only with
beginners, for more experienced youngsters
wrote two lines and then began their fun —
which was unlimited and almost unrestricted
— and the next two at the close of the exer-
cise. When the copies were done they all
passed in procession with them through a
narrow gangway — quite equivalent to run-
ning the gauntlet, as J. S. stood ready with
a blow with a word. Paine was there six
or eight weeks to write a little."
Of the masters of the Latin school
there is abundant evidence that they
too did not spare the rod. Of the
best of them it has been said, "he
swayed even the ferule, which he
rarely used, with singular dignity and
grace." "Good master Gould used to
flog us in a noble way, but it was over
very soon." Of the worst some graphic
accounts exist.
"One of them was a wholesale dealer in
tortuous leather and torturing blows, whose
image is that of a stalwart man of six feet in
his stockings, with the sweet poet of Man-
tua in his left hand, and a twisted thong in
the other, striding across the floor of the
Boston Latin School to give some luckless
blunderer over back or shoulder-blade sun-
dry savage wales from fearful sweeps of his
tremendous right arm."
This man was profuse in his epithets,
—"idler," "blockhead," "dolt," "blun-
derhead." A boy has committed some
indiscretion, and the rattan rushing
through the air descends on his
shoulders. "I won't be struck for
nothing !" screams the urchin. "Then
I'll strike you for something !" and the
rattan whizzes again about his ears.
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Another scene: — "Bangs, what is an
active verb?" Bangs hesitates and
looks imploringly to his neighbors, who
cannot or will not help him out of his
difficulty. "Well, muttonhead, what
does an active verb express? I'll tell
you what it expresses," bringing down
the stick upon the boy with emphasis ;
"it expresses action, and necessarily
supposes an agent (cane descends
again), and an object acted on. As
castigo te, I chastise thee. Do you un-
derstand now ?"
This man had an odd habit of
dropping into rhyme :
"If you'll be good I'll thank you,
If not, I'll spank you."
"If I see anybody catching flies
I'll whip him till he cries
And make the tears run out of his eyes."
Of all this work it has been said
"The highest motive and the one most
prominently held out, with its porten-
tous instruments kept in full sight,
was to be the best scholar under fear of
punishment."
During the early part of the century
the records of the school committee re-
fer to frequent complaints by parents
of excessive punishments by masters or
ushers. The complaints were signs
that the "spirit of innovation" was be-
coming dangerously active. Hearings
were common and the details of flog-
gings are recorded in full. School
whippings produced less impression
then than now from the severity and
publicity of all civil penalties. There
were three whipping posts, one on
Queen Street, another on the Common,
and still another on State Street. A
writer speaks of seeing from his school-
house windows women brought in an
iron cage, stripped to the waist and
punished with thirty or forty lashes,
their screams only partly drowned by
the jeers of the moh. The pillory,
too, was in sight of the school. In
this frequently could be seen poor
wretches confined by heads and hands,
and pelted by the unfeeling crowd
with rotten eggs and all manner of
garbage.
When we hear people sighing
for a return of the good old-
fashioned New England education we
should know that it consisted chiefly of
memory tasks, mostly meaningless, to
which children were driven by fear of
the rod. The work and the rod always
went together. This point needs to
be especially emphasized just now
when from many quarters are heard
complaints of modern theories and
practices in education. There is talk
of "soft pedagogics," of a lack of ro-
bustness in the modern training, of a
disposition to turn work into play.
There is a fear that school life is be-
ing made too pleasant, and that stu-
dents brought up in modern ways will
lack disposition and power to grapple
with the difficulties of life.
That it is possible for children to
learn and to exert themselves to the ut-
most in learning, and to do it con
amore, many people cannot understand
and will not believe. But this state of
mind is not new. When Horace Mann
made his urgent appeals for less sever-
ity in school-keeping, the weight of
great names were used to overbear his
arguments. They quoted Augustine,
"Discipline is needful to overcome our
puerile sloth," "From the ferules of
masters to the trials of martyrs the
wholesome severities may be traced."
Melancthon wrote, "I had a master
who was an excellent grammarian. He
compelled me to the study ; he made
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me write Greek, and give the rules in
twenty or thirty verses of theMantuan.
He suffered me to omit nothing, and
whenever I made a blunder he whipped
me soundly, and yet, with proper
moderation, he made me a grammar-
ian." Dr. Johnson explained his own
excellence as a Latin scholar by say-
ing, "My master whipped me very
well; without that, sir, I should have
done nothing." One of the clerical
pamphleteers in the Mann controversy
wrote : ' 'Knowledge may be compared
to a garden full of delicious fruits and
flowers, but surrounded with a thorny
fence. We must break through with
painful scratches before we can sit
under the comfort of its shades or hear
its waterfalls break upon the ear."
"The incipient stages of education
never can be made delightful."
In all these discussions there is never
an intimation that the kind of work
that went by the name of education
could be dissociated from youthful
repugnance, nor that that repugnance
could be overcome in any other way
than by corporal punishment. If we
were to return to the grind of a hun-
dred years ago, we should need to
bring out the old instruments of tor-
ture, and resurrect the old-fashioned
school-masters.
Although the people of Massachu-
setts appreciated fully the value of
popular education, and expressed their
feeling eloquently in all their public
utterances, the more influential classes,
especially in the commercial towns,
were very unwilling to make such edu-
cation universal. They believed in
educated leaders, and their loyalty to
the Latin school never flagged, but it
required an act of the General Court
in 1683 to induce the selectmen of Bos-
ton to open writing schools for the
boys of less distinguished social posi-
tion. The bickerings, sometimes break-
ing out in open hostilities, between the
Latin school boys from School Street
and Master Carter's Writing school
boys from Scollay Square, reflected
something of the feeling of their el-
ders. A childish doggerel serves to in-
dicate the prevailing sentiment:
"Carter's boys shut up in a pen,
They can't get out but now and then ;
And when they get out they dance about,
For fear of Latin School gentlemen."
Boston was the last town to admit
girls to the schools, and it kept them
on short allowance of schooling longer
than any other. The narrowness and
illiberal spirit of the social aristocracy
of the capital is shown in its dealing
with three classes, — young children,
girls, and children of African descent.
Only after the most persistent efforts,
continued in the case of African chil-
dren more than fifty years, and in the
case of girls more than half that time,
was equality of opportunity secured.
In 1800 there were in Boston 1,174
persons of African descent. Many of
these were children of the slaves of
pre-Revolutionary times. Others had
escaped from the South during the
war. Some had come from the West
Indies. They were generally poor,
shiftless, and ignorant. There were,
however, some among them who had
aspirations, and these had started by
subscription a school in a private
house. This was in 1798. A gleam of
light upon the sanitary condition of
the town is thrown by the fact that
the school was dispersed by the prev-
alence of yellow fever.
In 1 801 the school was revived,
largely through the influence of Pres-
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ident Kirkland of Harvard College,
who secured the co-operation of phil-
anthropic people. After fourteen
years of struggles with poverty a small
contribution was secured from the
town, and in 181 5 the town assumed
the whole support and placed the
school in charge of the school com-
mittee.
The general character of the Afri-
can population and the indifference of
the white people had withheld the op-
portunity for education so long, that it
was found impossible to break up the
habits of vagrancy and idleness which
the children had acquired. There was
no law to compel attendance, and no
gospel of winning it by making the
place and the work attractive. So the
school was always a "thorn in the
flesh" to the committee.
A special report on the school de-
scribes the accommodations (in the
basement of a colored Baptist
church) as very inferior. The dis-
tinction between the condition of the
colored and white children was pro-
nounced "invidious and unjust." The
signers declared that if either were to
be less favored it should be the white
children. The city council was asked
to build a school house, but refused.
In 1835 a building was erected with
money left for the purpose by Abiel
Smith, and the school was named the
Smith School. It early became a bone
of contention between the anti-slavery
people of Boston and their opponents.
Efforts were made to abolish the school
and to admit the pupils to the schools
for whites. The fiery eloquence of
Wendell Phillips was enlisted in sup-
port of this change. But all efforts to
give equal opportunity to the colored
children with the whites failed until
the Legislature, in 1855, enacted a gen-
eral law forbidding the exclusion of
children from public schools on ac-
count of race, color, or religion.
The metropolis was far behind the
rest of the State in making public pro-
vision for the beginning of education
of those whom the old English deeds
of foundation quaintly called "petties
and incipients." The country towns,
some of them for a hundred years, had
paid for the tuition of children by
school dames.
Boston, serene in the contemplation
of its great school-houses, and impres-
sed by the showy exhibitions of copy-
books and Latin orations, was blind to
the fact that hundreds of children were
growing up in illiteracy, because their
parents were too poor or too negligent
to patronize the private schools, and
too ignorant to give even the elemen-
tary instruction demanded for admis-
sion to the public schools.
When the facts had been discovered
they failed to make much impression
on the social leaders. It required the
strenuous efforts of philanthropists to
secure equal opportunities for the poor,
as it did to secure the same for chil-
dren of color. Even by those who
were influential in starting them, pri-
mary schools were intended for the
lower classes. When early in the cen-
tury children had been gathered into
Sunday schools, by the Society for the
Moral and Religious Instruction of
the Poor, the good people were sur-
prised to find that in Boston there were
some who could not read, and did not
even know their letters. That this had
been the case in New York was not to
be wondered at, but in Boston —
The town was asked to do something
about it. The school committee and
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Selectmen made a thorough canvass
of the situation and found several hun-
dren children not attending any school.
They reported eleven public schools
with 2,365 pupils and 162 private
schools with 4,132 pupils. They found
283 children between four and seven
years of age, and 243 above seven, not
in any school. In the face of these
facts they advised against any action,
alleging a variety of reasons. The
schools were already a great expense.
They were in a flourishing condition.
The school committee was wise and
good and might be depended on to
do all that was really necessary. The
number of children out of school was
not very large. The older ones might
go if they wanted to. The younger
children, now at private schools, fur-
nished employment and support to a
very useful and respectable class of
citizens of both sexes. It was good for
the parents who could afford it to pay
something, and the overseers would pay
for the poor. New schools would have
to be numerous and expensive. Most
of the parents had time enough, and
Boston parents were intelligent enough
to teach children their letters. The
office of instruction belonged properly
to parents, and the retirement of do-
mestic life was the most fitting place.
The final argument is a felicitous ex-
pression of that narrow view of the
scope of public education characteris-
tic of social aristocracy everywhere.
"It is not to be expected that free schools
should be furnished with so many instruct-
ors and be conducted on so liberal prin-
ciples as to embrace the circle of a polite
and finished education. They have refer-
ence to a limited degree of improvement."
The advocates of the new schools,
not impressed by the multiplicity of
excuses for inaction appealed directly
to the town in a special meeting, and
in spite of the arguments of the re-
spected Harrison Gray Otis and Peter
Thacher, whose services had been en-
listed by the selectmen, the voters ex-
pressed their approval of the new
movement by an overwhelming major-
ity. So public primary schools came
into being in 18 18. Under the foster-
ing care of a special committee they
soon began to rival the older schools
in loading the memory with meaning-
less symbols. The school held up by the
committee as a model presented on the
examination day a child of six years
of age who repeated all the rules for
spelling and pronunciation in the pre-
scribed book — fifty or sixty in num-
ber. Another repeated all the reading
parts of the book. Rules for "stops
and marks," for the use of capitals,
long lists of words pronounced alike
but spelled differently, several pages
of "vulgarisms," as "vinegar, not win-
egar," "vessel, not wessel," and a mul-
titude of abbreviations, these were
given by different children, though
learned by all as a condition of promo-
tion to the first class. As we read the
enthusiastic report of the visiting com-
mittee we cannot help thinking of Dr.
John Brown's highland minister —
commending the parish school as a
"most aixlent cemetery of aedication."
In striking contrast with this was
the primary school attended by Mrs.
Livermore, where the children used to
amuse themselves by rocking back and
forth on the high and narrow benches
until they fell in a delightful tumult
of confusion into the laps of the row
behind them. When the mistress was
asleep they threw their spelling cards
out of the window, and then protested
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that they had not had any, and every
forenoon they went to the neighboring-
store for the teacher's morning dram.
We may place all other schools be-
tween these two extremes. They con-
tinued for many years to be thought
of as somewhat eleemosynary in their
character, and as being justified by
the beneficent results in improving
the morals of the lower classes. When
they were finally merged in the
general system in 1855 (only by
legislative interference), it was de-
clared to have been their object "to ex-
tend the blessings of education to the
children of poverty and ignorance,
and by this means to qualify the chil-
dren of poor emigrants for intellectual
citizenship."
As evidence of the good they had
done it was said within a few years of
their starting:
"The character of the lower classes has
been effectually reached and elevated by this
important improvement in the free educa-
tion of their families. * * * The
numbers of begging children have sensibly
diminished, and there has been great im-
provement in neatness of dress and pro-
priety of manners."
When we compare the schools of a
hundred years ago with those of to-day
we see that the most important change
is not the superficial one that first at
tracts us. The great aggregations of
children and the lavish expenditure
for physical convenience and comfort
are not peculiar to the schools. They
are characteristic of modern social life
in all departments. Slowly through
the century there has been developed
in the public mind a new idea of edu-
cation as a process, of the conditions
necessary for its successful progress,
and of its scope as a function of so-
ciety. When the nineteenth century
began, that education was a process of
imparting and receiving knowledge
had been an immemorial and a uni-
versal belief. "A good scholar," said
the Talmud, "is like a well-plastered
cistern that lets no drop escape."
The business of the teacher was to
set lessons to be learned. The business
of the pupil was to learn them ; this
was study. The next business of the
teacher was to examine to see if they
had been learned ; this was recitation.
Failure to study and learn was rebel-
lion against constituted authority and
must be punished as such. The teacher
was judge and executioner. The whole
process was simple in conception, the
relation of the parties to each other
obvious, and their mutual obligations
unmistakable.
For the purpose of this education all
knowledge had been formulated. It
was expressed in definitions, rules, and
exact propositions, in catechisms and
grammars. These were the same for
all, for truth was one and all were
alike in their natural ignorance and
natural sin. Now and then a voice had
made itself heard in question of the
theory and of the practice, and in
doubt whether education were so sim-
ple a matter. But the voices had died
away and left no impression on the
prevailing thought. Not until the
nineteenth century was well under
way, and then not widely until the
doctrine of Evolution had gained as-
cendancy, did the modern theory of
education get itself expressed in
schools.
Now education is seen to be the
most complex process in the universe.
It is deemed to be not. something done
to a child but something done by him
and in him. It is thought to be from
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within, so that there is no education
but self-education. Its instruments
are not the old ones, a book and a
stick, but a world of people and things.
With the prevalence of this new no-
tion, the old figures of rhetoric have
lost their meaning. Those familiar
metaphors which did duty at school
functions for so many generations, —
the teacher an artist, the child a block
of marble to be hammered into a form
of beauty, or a mass of clay to be
molded into one, have been laid aside.
The new figures suggest life-processes.
Froebel ventured to call his school a
garden of children (kindergarten),
and this idea underlies all modern edu-
cational theory from kindergarten to
college. The essential conditions are
seen to be similar to those demanded
by every living and growing organism.
There must be suitable mental and
moral food, and social warmth and
sunshine. It is these elements that
differentiate a good school of to-day
from the schools of a hundred years
ago. Nor is it expected that all will
need the same food in kind or quantity.
A new meaning has been read into the
old injunction, "Train up a child in
the way he should go." Now the em-
phasis is on the he, implying that there
is for every child a way which is pe-
culiarly his way, in which he should be
taught to go ; and that only as that way
is found and followed is the education
successful. And the public has come
to see that it cannot afford to neglect
any class of its members. Social safety
is seen to lie in the most complete de-
velopment of every member of the so-
cial whole. So, means of education
are multiplied in number and variety
to meet the needs of all classes and all
ages as fast as those needs are dis-
covered. The new education is scien-
tific in its ground and rational in its
methods. It is everywhere defensible
in general, even when it is vulnerable
in particulars.
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AUGUST
Vol. XXVI No. 6
The Charles River Valley
By Augusta W. Kellogg
A
UTHORITIES agree that
this land was once covered
by an ice-sheet from one
to two thousand feet in
In grinding its way to
everything that impeded
thickness
the sea,
its course was torn up by the
roots. Valleys were raised, moun-
tains brought low, boulders loos-
ened and swept far from their moor-
ings. Sometimes these rocks fell apart
and showed exactly corresponding
cleavages. A single one has furnished
building material for a factory, the
walls of which are thirty by sixty feet
and two stories high, besides the un-
derpinning and steps of a church.
The small stones and neve swirled
about in the tumultuous waters,
scooped out deep kettle-holes, or
carved the shallow basins that were
the beginnings of the numberless reedy
marshes of the neighborhood. Mov-
ing sheets of successive glacial peri-
ods thus played havoc till, the ice-age,
removed far back beyond all save the
scientific memory, the present fair
configuration emerged from chaos.
Then nations came and went. The
Norseman may have moored his gal-
leys, built stone dams and fortifica-
tions, and laid his hearthstones in no
mean city. He passed away. Bretons
succeeded — perhaps, and passed also.
Indians roved over the country — and,
passing, their heritage has become
ours.
On the southwestern border of
Middlesex County, in Massachusetts,
is the town of Hopkinton, among the
hills of which, within a radius of half
a mile, rise three rivers : the Sudbury,
an outlet of Lake Whitehall, flows
northward, till, mingling with the
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Concord, it joins the Merrimac at
Lowell ; another takes a fairly direct
southerly course from North Pond to
Long Island Sound, uniting itself
meanwhile with the Blackstone on its
way to swell the Pawtucket River ;
and, lastly, the Charles, bubbling to the
surface of the same marshy tract, be-
gins its winding way to the Atlantic
Ocean. The pre-historic drift imposes
characteristic conditions, which add
greatly to the picturesqueness of the
river. Following the line of least re-
sistance it tumbles down sharp de-
clivities, broadens over shallows, seeks
the bosom of convenient ponds from
which it runs to join forces with a
score of brooks, curls under the cliff
and circles in closest convolutions, till,
its frolicsomeness spent in thus doub-
ling upon itself, at a distance of more
than eighty-five miles, and with a de-
scent of four hundred and thirtv-twn
feet from its highland source, it lapses
into the waters of Boston Harbor.
In many of the munificent land-
grants bestowed by royal charter, the
Charles was named as boundary line,
and, in sooth, its crookedness served
well for that purpose from any point
of the compass. Stimson, in his de-
lightful "King Noanett," makes the
jolly Irishman exclaim: "The river is
like its master, our good King Charles
of sainted memory ; it promises over-
much, but gets you nowhere."
The vastness of the Colonial posses-
sions bred prodigality, and an indefi-
nite tract "north of the Charles," or a
wilderness to the "south of the same"
stretching more or fewer leagues made
little difference to the royal grantor.
The Indians had called this river the
Quinobequin, but Professor Horsford
satisfied himself that its earliest name
was the Nornmhep-a. Be that as it
The Source of the Charles River
may, when Captain John Smith be-
took himself to England in 1614, he
carried the map he had so laboriously
drawn "from point to point, isle to
isle, harbor to harbor, soundings,
sand, rocks and landmarks." This he
laid before the King, with the request
that his young son, the Prince Charles,
would rechristen the localities. Smith
supposed, naturally enough, that the
Indian names were designations mere-
ly, without special significance, but, in
reality, they were in the aboriginal
splendidly descriptive, and in euphonic
charm much exceeded the common-
placeness of the Prince's selection. To
the river Quinobequin, or Norumbega,
he gave his own name ; to Cape Ann
on the coast, that of his mother ; while
Elizabeth and Plymouth are among
the few others that still exist. But
commonplace as it is, our associations
have endeared this terminology, and
in truth "the Charles" himself "writes
the last letter of his name" so often in
his meadows, that we almost feel that
he perforce really named himself.
The Charles was early described as
"one of the most beautiful rivers in
the world," but without waxing so
enthusiastic as that, it is safe to say
there is no more picturesque water
course in New England, nor one that
runs through more historic ground.
No account has come down to us of
any exploration of the valley during
the first decade after the establishment
of the Bay Colony, but it was early in
our history that the several falls in-
vited industries for which the pres-
sure from the Mother Country made
the necessity imperative. Several men
from Winthrop's party pushed three
leagues up the river in 1631 and es-
tablished themselves at Watertown,
Roxbury, and Newtowne. Using the
waterway for a road and the canoe for
vehicle, the hardy pioneers gradually
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penetrated farther and farther inland.
If we follow their footsteps in the re-
verse order, i. c, from the source co
the mouth of the Charles, we must be-
gin with the town of Hopkinton,
which has a history unique in our
annals.
A London merchant, Edward Hop-
kins, came to this country in 1637,
settled in Hartford, Connecticut, of
which state he was governor for many
years. He returned to England, where
he died twenty years later. Of his
New England estate he willed five
hundred pounds "for the upholding
and promoting the kingdom of the
Lord Jesus Christ in those parts of the
earth." After the death of his widow
in 1699, the legacy was paid, but the
executor and the residuary legatee
both being dead, a suit was brought in
the Court of Chancery, which resulted
in a decree, that, with the consent of
the Society for Propagating Christian-
ity, the original amount with accrued
interest should be laid out in lands, the
rental of which should go to Harvard
College and Cambridge High School.
The trustees of the "Donation Fund"
petitioned the General Court for li-
cense to purchase from the Natick In-
dians "a tract of waste land known as
Magunkaquog." Six hundred pounds
were paid in bills of credit, and a deed
of warranty was executed by the In-
dians. Thus eight thousand acres ly-
ing between Sherburn, Mendon, the
Province Lands, and Sudbury became
the property of the trustees. To this
territory twenty-five thousand acres
were added, and all called, in honor of
the donor, Hopkinton. From the first,
and until 1742, an annual rental of a
penny per acre was paid ; later the
price was advanced to threepence
"from that time forward forever," an
arrangement however that was ter-
minated by mutual consent nine years
later, when the commonwealth paid
eight, and the tenants two thousand
pounds, for which sums the trustees
gave full release to the tenants.
Joseph Young, father of Brigham,
the Mormon leader, was a native of
Hopkinton, as was also Patrick Shays,
whose misguided son conducted the
Rebellion in the attempt to coerce the
courts of the state.
Closely associated with this region
is the honored name of John Eliot, that
"morning star of missionary enter-
prise," as Bancroft called him. This
good man held, in common with many
another, that the North American sav-
age was the descendant of the ten
lost tribes of Israel. Coming from
England in 1631, he applied himself
so diligently that in twenty years he
was able to translate the Bible, or, as
Mrs. Stowe wrote : "the harsh, gut-
tural Indian language in the fervent
alembic of his loving study was melted
into a written language." Winthrop
said of this stupendous achievement,
that "no more marvelous monument of
literary work in the service of either
God or man, can be found upon the
earth. Allibone calls it "the monolith
of a race that has passed." This Bible,
the first to be translated into a savage
tongue, was the first of any kind to be
printed in America. It bears the im-
print of Cambridge 1661-3. It went
through two editions of two thousand
copies each. The first edition was in-
scribed to the English Parliament, and
the second to Charles II. Several of
these copies are still in existence. One
in perfect condition, save for a miss-
ing title page, was presented to
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Wellesley College by Dr. Bonar of
Glasgow, Scotland, in whose posses-
sion it had been since 1840. The Len-
ox Library of New York has a copy ot
each edition, and Mr. Trumbull of
Hartford, Conn., has one in his valu-
able collection of books. South Natick
also possesses one. The title of the
New Testament is Wuskuwuttester-
mentum, and words of twenty even
thirty-five letters were not uncommon.
The present market price is quite one
thousand dollars.
John Eliot began his mission in
1646, when forty-two years of age.
When his little company of converts
begged to be organized into a religious
body, they represented that they "were
trying to observe the ordinances of
God, in observation whereof we see
the goodly Englishmen walk." Such
organization was deemed inexpedient
till the petitioners should acquire more
civilized habits. When they applied
for a form of civil government, Eliot
referred them to Jethro's advice to
Moses : "Moreover thou shalt provide
out of all the people, able men, such
as fear God ; men of truth, hating cov-
etousness, and place such over them
to be rulers of thousands and rulers of
hundreds, and rulers of fifties and
rulers of tens." This was done, and
the historian remarks that "the titles
remained fairer than those of any
belted Earl." The slope of Magunco
Hill in the easterly part of Hopkinton
was chosen as a suitable place for this
settlement. The deed of sale was
signed by the two chiefs, Waban and
Pegan.
The rude wigwams of these "Pray-
ing Indians" gave way a century later,
to a handsome country-seat owned by
Sir Charles Henry Frankland, Collec-
tor of the Port of Boston. This scion
of nobility bore in his veins the blood
of the Earl of Chesterfield, Horace
Walpole, and Oliver Cromwell. He
was young, handsome, and selfish.
With his beautiful but unfortunate
mistress, Agnes Surriage, he lived on
his lordly estate of four hundred and
eighty-two acres the life of a Southern
planter or English nobleman. He
planted extensive orchards and pleas-
ant gardens, imported trees, shrubs,
fine furniture, and the choicest wines
to fill his ample cellars. The romantic
tale has been too often told in verse
and story to require more than the
merest mention here. When Sir
Henry took his mistress to England,
his family refused to recognize the
connection. His affairs called him to
Portugal, where, in the terrible earth-
quake of 1755, he was buried in the
debris of falling buildings in the
streets of Lisbon. Agnes Surriage had
the happiness to arrive upon the scene
of horror before life was extinct, and
by her efforts her lover was rescued.
As soon as he recovered from his in-
juries they were married, and lived
happily until his death in 1768. Lady
Frankland returned to America, where
she witnessed the battle of Bunker Hill
from a window in her town house on
Garden Court Street corner of Ball
Alley, now Prince Street. Naturally
she was regarded with suspicion by
the Patriots, and she returned to Eng-
land, where she contracted a second
marriage with a wealthy banker of
Chichester. The Frankland mansion
was destroyed by fire first in 1856 and
again in 1902. As Upton and Ash-
land have been set off from Hopkinton,
the Frankland estate is now (in more
senses than one) in Ashland . The few
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remaining magnificent elms shading
the box paths of the terraced lawn,
are within gunshot of the buzzing
trolley as it nears Hopkinton.
A long and pleasant street with its
own post office, called Haydon Row,
leads out of Hopkinton, and carries
the Charles River directly from its
birth spring through a culvert into a
sloping field, where, under its first
bridge it makes its way into Echo
Lake, whence, emerging over Willow
dam it becomes a full-fledged river. It
then enters Milford in Norfolk Coun-
ty and, parallel to the Pawtucket
River, flows with great dignity the
length of the town from north to
south, over the straightest part of its
entire course. The whilom beautiful
Cedar Swamp Pond is merely the
broadened river. Milford, like most
New England towns, has been so cut
up into smaller ones that to separate
histories is not an easy matter. It was
originally the NFeck Mill of Mendon,
but was set off as an independent
township late in the eighteenth cen-
tury. Today it is a busy, clattering
little village: water, steam, and horse
power are employed to turn wheels for
the manufacture of a score of useful
articles, — cabinet and tinware, straw
goods, varnish, wagon-irons, whips,
curried leather, clinching screws, and
shoe heels.
These industries are the outgrowth
of a few dozen hand-made shoes, ped-
dled by their maker from house to
house. Milford also possesses fine
rose granite quarries, the quality of
which commends the material for
building purposes. Whoever has en-
joyed the faint flush of the Boston
Public Library fagadc on bright days
or at sunset may readily conclude that
no richer suffusion of color can well
be given out from gray granite.
From the very first the Milfordians
proved themselves both thrifty and
shrewd. It was decreed that "all such
persons who should transport them-
selves into the Province of New? Jersey
within time limited by said concession,
should be entitled to grants or patents
under seal of the Province for certain
acres for said concessions expressed,
paying therefor yearly the rent of a
half penny sterling money, for every
acre to be so granted." Another de-
cree was : "that all lands should be
purchased by Governor or Council
from Indians, as there should be oc-
casion, in the name of the Lord Pro-
prietor, every person to pay his propor-
tion of purchase money and charges."
This was intended as a just protection
to Indian rights. It was conceded that
they should receive compensation for
their lands, and therefore must both
sell and buy through responsible per-
sons, viz., the proprietors. They also
offered a bounty of seventy-five dol-
lars for the importation of each able
slave. This was in compliment to the
Duke of York, who was a patron of
The Dam at South Medway
the Slave Trade and President of the
African Company.
The early annals of New England
villages are little more than records of
church and parish organizations. In
1841 Milford church as the result of a
schism, was divided against itself, and
one division, led by the Rev. Adin Bal-
lon, founded the Hopedale Commu-
nity. It was situated on Mill River,
and had about thirty zealous but poor
persons enrolled upon its books.
Their object was "to establish a state of
society governed by divine moral prin-
ciples with as little as possible of mere
human constraint, in which while the
members may be sufficiently free to
associate or separate their secular in-
terests according to inclination or con-
geniality, no individual shall suffer
the evils of oppression, poverty, igno-
rance, or vice through the influence or
neglect of others." The Community
was a joint stock company, having its
savings bank, lyceum, and an "Indus-
trial Army" which corresponded to
our Village Improvement societies.
"The streets, squares, and cemeteries
were to be beautified, by combined
labor and pleasure, usefulness and
recreation, friendship and public spirit,
that the Community may become a
dear home for all its inhabitants."
This declaration has been summed up
as an enlightened, practical, Christian
aim to regenerate the world.
It happened that in the "Dale" on
the Jones farm there was standing an
old house built entirely by one man's
hands. This, with barns, and two hun-
dred and fifty-eight acres of land,
the Company purchased for four
thousand dollars. In 1850 the num-
ber of families was thirty-four, con-
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sisting of one hundred and seventy-
five souls, living on five hundred
acres. Fourteen years after its estab-
lishment there were fifty families and
three hundred individuals. This at-
tempt to set up the Kingdom of God
on earth, came to an end in 1856, when
the Hopedale Parish, as its heir and
assign, inherited the property.
The Roman Catholic St. Mary's
Church inherited an ancient bell of
exceedingly rich tone cast in Ireland
and weighing four thousand pounds.
In 1878 the same parish bought the
organ of the Old South Church of
Boston.
At South Milford the Charles enters
Bellingham, also in Norfolk County,
and at the center of the town makes a
broad northward curve. Bellingham,
named for Sir Richard Bellingham,
was an unimportant part of Dedham
until 1719. It never had a corporate
charter, but came into existence solely
on the proviso that a learned minister
should be settled within three years.
The land was drawn by numbered lots,
and many conditions were attached to
the quality of persons participating in
the lottery. The town warned away all
persons likely to become public charges
in these words : "To the Constable of
the town of Bellingham — Greeting.
In his Majesty's name you are re-
quired forthwith to warn , his
wife and children out of our town
within fourteen days, as the law di-
rects, and make return of this warrant
unto the Selectmen." And further to
sift the town of persons with undesir-
able habits, the records show that in
1777 it was voted that "all persons were
forbidden to have the small-pox, and
in the houses of Daniel or Silas Penni-
man, except said Silas now sick, if
any person in either of the two houses
be so presumptuous as to have the
small-pox, shall forfeit to the town £10
to be recovered by the treasurer."
Discussion for and against inoculation
became very heated. In 1722 a ser-
mon had been preached from the text,
"So Satan went forth from the pres-
ence of the Lord, and smote Job with
sore boils from the sole of his foot to
the crown of his head," and it was ar-
gued that the devil was the first inoc-
ulator and Job his first patient.
"We're told by one of the black robes
The Devil inoculated Job,
Suppose 'tis true, what he does tell,
Pray, neighbors, did not Job do well?"
Men patrolled the streets with hal-
ters in search of Dr. Zabdial Boyls-
ton, who had taken the suggestion of
inoculation from Cotton Mather. He
was hidden in his own house for four-
teen days, only his wife knowing his
whereabouts. Hand-grenades were
thrown in at the windows. He treated
his own child and two servants, for
which he was cited before the Boston
authorities. Of the one hundred and
eighty-six persons inoculated that
year, only six died. Dr. Boylston was
the first American made Fellow of
the Royal Society of England. Inocu-
lation was succeeded by vaccination
and practised by Dr. Waterhouse of
Cambridge and Dr. Aspinwall of
Brookline. The system of the patient
was prepared by medical treatment,
the skin scarified, and virus applied
under a nut-shell.
When the General Court made its
first call for a member in 1755 Belling-
ham refused to send one and was fined
for contumacy. In 1757 and again in
'6 1 the same thing occurred.
Beaver Brook is the outlet of Bea-
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653
ver Pond, which unites with the
Charles and leaves Bellingham at the
extreme northeast corner of the town,
forming a boundary line between the
adjacent towns of Franklin and Med-
way. It does not touch Holliston, but
receives so many affluents from that
town that it may, properly enough, be
considered a part of the valley. Hop-
ping and Chicken brooks both rise
there and find the Charles at Medway.
The town was named for Sir Thomas
Hollis and began its history in 1724.
Someone has said that in New Eng-
land "the town was the church acting
in secular concerns, and the church
was the town acting in religious con-
cerns." The civil and ecclesiastical
bodies were so closely united that only
members of the church were voters, or
freemen of the town. Hoyt thought,
"the making of piety and church com-
munion a qualification for civil offices,
a premium offered to hypocrisy." And
can less be said of the curiously un-
democratic custom, which obtained in
many if not all of the river towns,
namely that of "Dignifying the Pews"
by joint action of deacons and select-
men? This meant "to assign to fami-
lies and to individuals their places in
the house of God, in reference to their
dignity, rank, standing, or worth, but
at the same time taking due care that
no person be humiliated or degraded" !
This would seem to be a work requir-
ing superhuman wisdom, and the
heartburnings in the back pews must
have been out of harmony with the
spirit of worship. The schedule was
drawn up with great care and discrim-
ination, yet there were found five men
who protested against the custom "as
not according to Law and Reason."
The dissenter from the dominant
principles of pure Congregationalism
was a heretic and a political alien.
The meeting-house served its religious
purpose on Sunday, but was used as a
town-house on Monday, thus occupy-
ing the place of a "true communal
core." When it was decided that no
parish was under obligation to provide
a town meeting-house, the separation
between it and the religious meeting-
house took place. A "Great sickness"
carried off an eighth of the population
in 1754 and was regarded as a direct
punishment of God for certain litiga-
tion in the town.
Bridge Between Franklin and Medway
Franklin, separated from Medway
by the Charles, became an independent
township in 1778. The territory be-
longed to the Proprietors as a Com-
pany, in which each held shares in pro-
portion to his property valuation. The
Medway Village
ratio was one Common right per each
£8 of estate. Five sheep counted as
one cow. Each owned such a share of
this land, or so many common cow
rights, as one eighth of his property
valuation might express in units.
Benjamin Franklin, in whose honor
the town received its name, sent in ac-
knowledgement one hundred and six-
teen volumes, instead of a bell, hoping,
as he explained, "that they would pre-
fer sense to sound." There is a beau-
tiful group of lakes and rivers between
Franklin and Norfolk, viz., Lake Wol-
lomonopoag, King Philip's Pond,
Populatic Pond, Uncas, Beaver, and
Mill rivers. The region was a favor-
ite resort of Massasoit, and later, of
his son King Philip of unfortunate
memory.
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The Rev. Nathaniel Emmons was
pastor from the dedication to the de-
molition of the meeting-house. In the
pulpit he was grave and dignified, but
out of it, his witty repartee and fund
of anecdote have left an abiding mem-
ory. When the building was torn
down, the old sounding-board settled
on a well-house in Ashland, and the
breast-work of the pulpit found its
way to the Chicago Theological Semi-
nary. The bell had received a coat of
paint whereby the ring was virtually
destroyed. It was disposed of in
Paxton, before the expedient of re-
moving the paint was suggested in the
town.
Horace Mann was born in 1796 in a
house on an adjoining Plain, bearing
his family name. When the Franklin
land was allotted, an old squaw begged
to exchange her portion for Wollo-
monopoag Farm. This became in
1673 the town of Wrentham, but in
1870 received the name of Norfolk.
Its subdivisions are Pondville, Stony
Brook, City Mills, and Highland Lake.
In King Philip's War every house but
two was burned, and those two were
spared because persons ill of the small-
pox— of which the savages were mor-
tally afraid — were in them. Norfolk
is a farming as well as a manufactur-
ing place. The Populatic Pond cov-
ers seventy-four acres, and is another
of those shining river breadths, spread-
ing over the low lands.
Chief Chickatawbet was said to have
sold, in 1651, certain lands between
the Charles and the Neponset rivers
to William Pynchon. If any deed of
transfer passed, no record has ever
been found of it, but the Chief's
grandson entered a claim, which was
recognized by the payment of a small
sum of money. On these meadows
and uplands north of the Charles and
west of Boggastow Brook a pretty
hamlet of small houses with high, nar-
row gables was built, and called Med-
field. King Philip himself inhabited
adjoining land. In an early morning
in February, 1675, with a party of two
or three hundred painted Narragan-
sett warriors, he swooped down upon
his neighbors, burning fifty houses
and killing eighteen men.
A bridge called King Philip's and
another named Dwight's here span the
river. The rock foundation is largely
gneiss and granite, the soil a clayey
loam. This town was the birthplace
of Mr. Lowell Mason, and also of the
Mr. Dowse whose name is associated
with the foundation of the Cambridge-
port Public Library and the Franklin
Memorial at Mt. Auburn, as well as
with the nucleus of a library left to
the town of Sherborn.
From Medfield the new and pleasant
town of Millis receives the fine chiro-
graphical Charles as it winds and
turns in curious convolutions bound-
ing the entire eastern and part of the
southern front. Boggastow Brook
enters Millis at the northeast, and
forms two ponds and three oxbows,
uniting with the Charles at the north-
west. At South End Pond are re-
mains of the fortifications thrown up
in King Philip's time. Millis was a
part of Medfield until 1885. It has
thriving industries, brush and broom,
carriage and wagon factories being
prominent among them.
The peculiar institution of Sher-
born is the Woman's Prison, opened to
criminals in 1877. For some years
and until her death Ellen Cheney
fohnson was matron. Her life and
Old Farm Bridge Between Sherborn and Dover
qualities are worthy a public memor-
ial.
As the bird flies, Sherborn is four-
teen miles from Dover, but thirty-
eight and a half by the river which
bounds it on both the north and the
west. Trout, Clay, and Noanett
brooks join it here, affording delight-
ful riparian variety. The Dingle Hole
Narrows and Nimrod's Rocks, with
five hills from three to five hundred
feet high, present very delightful scen-
ery. Dover was set off from Dedham
— that mother of much progeny — in
1729, and is one of the very few agri-
cultural towns of the valley.
The next town on the Charles is
Natick, with division of South Natick,
which, in the Indian vernacular means
Place of Hills. Nobscott's Height,
Hopkinton, Wachuset, with Monad-
nock in New Hampshire are clearly
visible. Its first settlement was made
in 1 65 1 by John Eliot's "Praying In-
dians," for, said that good man, "The
Lord did discover that there it was his
pleasure we should begin this work.
When grasse was fit to cut, I sent In-
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dians to mow and others to make hay,
because we must oft ride hither in the
autumn and in the spring before any
grasse is come." A round fort was
built against Pegan Hill, an outpost
palisaded with trees was established,
and a footbridge in the form of an
arch, the foundations of which were
seamed in stone, was thrown across
the rapids. To each family was ac-
corded a house lot, and one was also
set apart for the missionary. This was
surrounded by "trees of friendship"
whose girth well above the ground is
today twenty-one feet. A strenuous
attempt was made to instill methodi-
cal habits of life and work. The Indi-
ans felled trees, and made clapboards
and shingles, evincing genuine inter-
est in the project. The troubles en-
countered did not come from the red
men, but from the white man in the
neighboring town of Dedham. Eliot
was obliged to protest that these pro-
fessing pious Dedhamites "do take
away the railles prepared to fence our
corne fields, and on another side they
have taken awav our lands and sold
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657
them to others, to the trouble and
wonderment of the Indians." The
missionary efforts for the aborigines
continued till the breaking out of King
Philip's War, when it wTas deemed pru-
dent to confine their residence to five
out of the seven settlements they had
made, and to forbid them to roam
more than a mile away. This arrange-
ment put an effectual veto on their
fishing and hunting habits, and they
were soon taken under guard to The
Pines, now the Arsenal, at Water-
town, and finally deported to Deer
Island. Some escaped to the woods
en route, returned to their people, and
sometimes served as spies. They never
returned except as occasional strag-
glers. In twenty years all had passed
away, and in 1745 the Natick planta-
tion had become a parish.
The Charles covers a hundred acres
in Natick, and its picturesque rapids,
with Sawin's and Bacon's brooks, and
Lake Cochichuate, combine to furnish
lovely views. Just here too the vaga-
ries of the Charles are as fanciful as
anywhere in its course. It enters
Wellesley, where the land falls to the
southwest and to the northeast to-
wards different parts of the river.
The beautiful country-seat of Mr. H.
Hunnewell occupies over four hun-
dred acres, and the river flows along
its entire eastern front and a short dis-
tance on the southwestern curve.
Wellesley was a part of Dedham at
first, and later of Needham. When in-
corporated as an independent town-
ship it was named for the Welles fam-
ily. It is already subdivided into
Wellesley Hills (originally Grant-
ville), Wellesley Farms, Rice's Cross-
ing, and Riverside. Wellesley Col-
lege site was the Cunningham Pas-
ture bordering the lake named for
Chief Waban. Henry Fowle Durant
was the donor of the four hundred and
fifty acres designed as a memorial to
his only child. The college was opened
in 1875 with three hundred students
and thirty professors and instructors.
Wellesley College and Lake Waban
Powder House Rock, Dedham
Great stress is laid upon the recogni-
tion of the Bible as the basis of all
learning and of all true philosophy,
and it is a required study throughout
the course.
Wellesley has hosiery, shoddy, and
paper mills, shoe, paint, and chemical
factories within its limits. The discov-
erer of ether as an anaesthetic, Dr.
W. G. T. Morton, was a native of the
town.
The whole southern line of Need-
ham is washed by the Charles, which
here has quirks and capers innumer-
able. It almost cuts an island out of
Dedham3 an attempt encouraged by
man in the ditch across the narrow
connecting link of land. This ditch
affords a saving of labor to many a
canoeist whose aim is to "get there"
rather than to loaf around the bends at
.'ill pi lints of (lie compass. Nccdham
was named from Nehoiden. a chief
who had adopted William for a given
name. This was a friendly custom
with the Indian tribes living at peace
with the settlers, as witness Alexander
and Philip, Massasoit's sons. Its an-
nals are complicated with those of
Charles River Village, which separates
the town proper from Dover. The
town of Dedham originally contained
Norwood, Walpole, Norfolk, Wren-
tham, Franklin, Bellingham, Medfield,
Dover, Needham, parts of Natick and
Hyde Park. The word Dedham is
said to be synonymous with Content-
ment It was settled as a plantation by
a population of about nine thousand in
The digging of Mother Brook
Channel was a great design and per-
manently beneficial in its consequences.
About a third of the water of the
Charles continues its natural course,
while the other two-thirds runs in a
Cart Bridge, Dedham
direct line through the meadows and
around the highlands by the town to
Neponset River.
Newton has a water front of seven-
teen miles, being surrounded on three
sides — south, west, and north — by the
winding Charles whose course is a
continuous curving line for fifteen
miles. A boulder in the river, called
County Rock, marks the abutting cor-
ners of Norfolk and Middlesex Coun-
ties, and also the towns of Newton,
Wellesley, and Weston. Baptist Pond
covers thirty-two acres and sends its
outletting stream southward to the
Charles. Hammond's Pond is con-
nected with Ballon Ponds, which join
the Charles at Watertown. It has sev-
eral hills : Waban, Oak, Sylvan
Heights, Nonatum, and Institution,
where is situated the Baptist Theo-
logical Seminary. Newton was cut
off from Cambridge when the com-
mon lands were divided in 1662 ; an-
other division took place two years
later, when one Edward Jackson re-
ceived four hundred acres, which, at
his death, were bequeathed to Harvard
College. Among his assets were two
male slaves valued at five pounds each.
As Cambridge was unwilling to fore-
go the educational and bridge taxes
derived from Newtowne, the final sep-
aration of the towns was not effected
till 1776, after thirty-two years of con-
stant petitioning. Where the ground
descends from Nonantum Hill in New-
ton near to the limits of Brighton the
Indians had a settlement with Waban
their chief. He listened to Eliot's first
sermon in the Indian language. It
was three hours long and the text was
from Ezekiel 37 :g. "Come from the
four winds, O breath, and breathe
upon these slain that they may live."
Curiously enough the Indian word for
breath, or wind, was Waban, and all
unconsciously the preacher had tickled
the vanity of his Chieftainship, who,
as may be guessed, lent a willing ear to
a doctrine drawn from a book in which
he was mentioned by name. Roger
6;q
Echo Bridge, Newton Upper Falls
Sherman, a signer of the Declaration
of Independence was born in Newton,
as was also Ephraim Williams, found-
er of Williams College.
Smelt Brook joins the Charles on the
south, while the Sudbury River con-
duit pipe crosses it at Newton Upper
Falls, upon Echo Bridge. The total
length of this bridge is five hundred
feet, and its main span one hundred
and thirty feet long and seventy feet
high was, at the time it was built —
1876-7 — the second largest on the
continent. Here is that most lovely
bit of scenery, Hemlock Gorge, the
steep rocky sides of which are clothed
with fine evergreen. The conglomer-
ate bedrock makes a natural dam with
a perpendicular fall of twenty feet,
and, in the next half mile a drop of
thirty-five. Unfortunately, but inevi-
tably, such material advantages could
not be ignored, and the whirr of ma-
660
chinery from snuff, grist, saw, cotton,
iron, and cut-nails mills and factories
has long been heard. A fine silk in-
dustry has also been established, the
yarn for which comes from every silk-
producing country in the world :
China, Japan, Italy, and France. As
early as 1704, two dams utilizing six-
teen and six feet falls of water respec-
tively, were placed at Newton Lower
Falls, two miles beyond the Upper
Falls. Iron works, paper, silk, hos-
iery, and cloth mills have thus deso-
lated the scene. The Middlesex Canal
was chartered in 1793 and was naviga-
ble from the Charles to the Merrimac
in 1803. The subdivisions of Newton
are Newton Centre, Upper and Lower
Falls, Chestnut Hill, Highlands, West
Newton, Thompsonville, Newtonville,
and Auburndale.
At Riverside, where a branch of the
Boston and Albany Railroad crosses
The Willows, Newton Lower Falls
the river, is one of the noblest of pleas-
ure grounds open to the public, with
proper restrictions. Mr. Charles W.
Hubbard began to lay out a scheme for
it in 1896, and his ideas enlarged and
now 54,000 square feet of floor space
in the various buildings, and his floats
cover 13,500 square feet. There are
forty acres of land, a quarter mile cin-
der track, seven tennis courts, and
improved by experiment till there are fully equipped base and foot ball fields.
661
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Weston Bridge
Thousands of canoes are stored here,
with lockers for cushions and paddles.
The proximity of the Newton Boat
Club, the Boston Athletic Association,
and several smaller organizations, turn
out numberless canoes on summer
evenings. The Saturday night band
concerts are delightful. Then the
basin is often a solid mass
of canoes, long strings of gay
lanterns rise to the apex of the
boat house flagstaff, and as one
lolls back in the cushioned canoe both
sight and hearing are entertained. The
shores are under the control of the
Metropolitan Park Commission, and
policemen have patrol boats to ensure
safety.
Waltham, Watertown, and Weston
were three military districts. At Wal-
tham the river is twenty feet above
sea level, and from Prospect hill-top,
four hundred and sixty feet in height,
five miles from Boston, a view of the
State House and sea can be obtained.
Half way between Waltham and Wa-
tertown Cheesecake Brook joins the
Charles. Beaver Brook runs across
the lower end of Waltham Plain,
where it receives Chester Brook
and takes it with itself into the
Charles.
Waltham is a centre of canoe build-
ing. Here, too, are many mills :
Chocolate, snuff, grist, saw, cotton,
woolen, hosiery, and coarse wrapping
paper ; also crayon, watch and clock
factories ; and watch machine works.
Waltham watches are a triumph of
automatic accuracy. At Water-
town was the first inland settlement.
Roger Clapp from Winthrop's party
was there in 1 636. It was itself cut
off from Newton, only in its turn to
be sliced up so effectually as to be at
present one of the smallest townships
in the State. It is separated from Bos-
ton and Newton by the Charles, which
here is about eight rods wide. Stony
Brook, originating in Sandy Pond,
and increased by the Stower, or
llobb's Brook, is one of the largest
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663
tributaries. Cherry Brook also con-
tributes a mite, but far the largest
change in the river is caused by the
tides, which affect it at this distance of
twelve miles from the sea. It is navi-
gable for small vessels, and unobserv-
ant persons have been known to think
it "only an arm of the sea." Bishop
Brooks was of the opinion that John
Eliot preached here five years earlier
than at Natick.
Weston is a farming town, being
one of the several cut out of Water-
town. The settlers "built their homes
on the gentle slopes rising from the
two brooks that flow each side of the
village street," and the historian says
that "the pleasant springs, like rivers
through its body," drew them to Wes-
ton. A drum called the worshippers to
meeting, instead of the "bells which
now knoll to church" ; and tithing
men or constables kept the congrega-
tion in order with wand, a hare's foot
on one end and hare's tail on the other.
Children were not allowed to sit with
their parents. It was voted "unseemly
to turn ye back towards the minister,
to gaze abroad, or to lay down ye head
upon ve arms — in a sleepy posture, in
time of public worship." The men-
tion of Weston introduces the the-
ory, advanced and well-defended by
Professor Eben C. Horsford of Har-
vard College, of the early settlement of
the Northmen in New England. It
was his opinion that at the junction of
Stony Brook with the Charles (or
Norumbega) River, there stood, in
1543, a fine city called Norvega.
David Ingram described it as "having
buildings with crystal and silver pil-
lars, golden chairs and pecks of
pearls." The word Norumbega may
apply to any bay from the bottom of
which rises a narrow tongue (Xor-
um), and this involves a sheet of wa-
ter with a peculiarly escalloped shore.
The only one on the Charles is between
Riverside, the Boston and Albany
Railway, and W'altham, two miles
north. Professor Horsford said: "If
1 am correct every tributary of the
river will be found to have, or to have
had, a dam and a pond, or their equiv-
alent at or near its mouth or along its
course." There are rare groupings of
moraines for some distance above and
below Stony Brook. Even as far as
Millis, and beyond in Holliston the
Professor found verification of his
theory. A stone dam was discovered,
made of such boulders as were used in
the construction of churches in Wes-
ton, Watertown, and Wellesley ; these
were not squared, nor split, nor hewn.
It is at head of tide water, and only
once, in 1858, when Minot's Ledge
Light was swept away, has the water
risen higher than this dam. It was
certainly there before 1631, five years
before the Winthrop party's settlement
of the region. There are remains of
wharves, docks, dams, walls, canals,
forts, terraces, and pavements, all be-
lieved by the enthusiastic scholar to be
the work of Northmen seven to nine
centuries ago.
To commemorate the event Prof.
Horsford had built the stone Tower
shown on the following page. A
part of the tablet reads thus:
River
The Charles
Discovered by Lief Erikson 1000 A. D.
Explored by Thorwald, Lief s brother. 1003.
Colonized by Thorfinn Karlsfinn 1007.
First Bishop Erik Gunpson 1121.
Industries for 350 years,
Masnrwood (burrs). Fish, Furs.
Latest Norse ship returned to Iceland 1347.
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THE CHARLES RIVER VALLEY
The neighborhood around the
Tower is said to have been occupied in
the 15th, 1 6th, and 17th centuries by
Breton French, although nothing very
accurate is known about the tradition.
The next town is Brighton, which
has developed from a Cattle Fair Ho-
tel Corporation. The establishment of
a market for the sale of cattle is coeval
with the Revolution, originating in the
demand for ampler supplies for the
Army. In 1870 the General Court of
Massachusetts endorsed the incorpora-
tion of an association, with a capital of
$200,000 for bringing under one gen-
eral management the business of
slaughtering cattle, sheep, and other
animals, and that of rendering fat, of-
fal, etc. Sixty acres of dry and sandy
soil were chosen, with a frontage of a
thousand feet on the River, and an
Abattoir established, which in some re-
spects is an improvement on the best
in England and France. Some one has
said: "The skill and industry shown in
the manner of conducting the business
here, if it do not make slaughtering a
fine art, will at least place it high above
its earlier position." The great
slaughter-houses of the West are, of
course, on a far larger and more mod-
ern scale. The raising of fruit and
flowers are thriving industries.
The Brighton Bridge, leading to
Cambridge, was built in 1660, and is
interesting from the fact that it is the
one over which Lord Percy marched
his nine hundred troops on April 19,
1775, en route to Lexington.
The beautiful cemetery of Mt. Au-
burn is folded in the embrace of the
"River that stealeth with such silent pace
Around the city of the dead."
The natural beauties of the ground
were so many that it was long the re-
sort of pleasure parties, but eventually
was sold to the Massachusetts Horti-
cultural Society for six thousand dol-
lars, and in 183 1 was formally dedi-
cated to its present use.
History records that "wherever a
navigable river or creek swept past a
gentle slope of the glacial drift, a set-
tlement of the colonists was made.
The creeks were the first roads, the
marshes the first hayfields. Cambridge
and Watertown were thus settled."
The former has two tidal rivers with
broad estuaries, the Charles and the
Mystic. Within a radius of four miles
there are the municipalities of Old,
North, East Cambridges and Cam-
bridgeport, so that after New York, it
has a larger aggregation of popula-
tion about her ocean port than any on
this continent. Cambridge was pro-
jected as a city of refuge from the In-
dians, and pieced out from bits of
Brighton, Brookline, Roxbury, and
VValtham. Its early annals are like
those of other towns, first a meeting-
house, a parish, a school, a town — dif-
fering only that this received the
crown of a university. John Har-
vard's bequest, the acorn for this shel-
tering oak, amounted to only £/"/g.-
17.2.
Rowing on the river became an ear-
nest sport at Harvard about 1844,
when the class of '46 bought a six-
oared boat and christened it Oneida.
It was "thirty-seven feet long, lapstreak
built, heavy, quite low in water, with
no shear and with straight stem. The
Heron, Halcyon, Ariel, and Iris fol-
lowed directly and a Boathouse was
put up in '46. The first intercollegiate
race took place on Lake Winnepissau-
kee at Cedar Harbor, the Oneida z's.
the Yale Shawmut. Harvard won.
Since those days the athletic course
may be said to be included in the col-
lege curriculum. The noble gift of
Major Henry L. Higginson to Har-
vard students of the "Soldiers' Field"
goes far to make athletics not the least
atractive feature of a liberal educa-
tion. Cambridge has a life distinct
from that of the University, as her
many industries witness : namely,
glass, lumber, boxes, bricks, rubber,
biscuits, furniture, scientific instru-
ments, pianos, pork, tanneries, prin-
teries, and distilleries.
In the line of Cambridge and
just beyond, lies Charlestown. Web-
cowit deeded a part of the land in
1632, but the portion known as Somer-
ville since 1637, was purchased from
the Squaw Sachem, widow of King
Nanapashamet, or, translated, the
New Moon. Thirty-six shillings,
twenty-one coats, nineteen fathoms
wampum, and three bushels of corn
was the price paid. The market is
higher now. It was here that General
Putnam unfurled the new Union flag
of the Colonies in 1776.
The history of Charlestown is so
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linked with Bunker Hill, that it needs
no repetition here. But it is at this
point that the Charles sweeps its gath-
ered stream by its namesake city,
unites with the Mystic and mingles
with the sea in Boston Harbor. We
have followed "its vagrancy of motion"
from source to mouth, and as far as
space permits, from the time (to quote
Mrs. Stowe) ''when the hard, rocky,
sterile New England was a sort of
half-Hebrew theocracy, half-ultra
democratic republic of little vil-
lages."
Our river has had its poets, Lowell,
Longfellow, and Holmes, all of whom
lived upon its banks. Its lovers and
friends are the great body of youth
who fill our halls and schools from
every quarter of America.
fhe Story of Jess Dawson
By Imogen Clark
I
T was the popular verdict in
Straitsmouth that Dick Hawley
and jess Dawson would be
man and wife one day, but to
my thinking the two were born
comrades — nothing more. They were
about the same age and kept pace
in everything, even to growing, Dick
only at the last shooting up a bit
above the girl, who was unusually
tall for her sex, so's he could
tease her by making her look up to
him. I never could abide your great
giants of women, being smallish my-
self, thank God, and grudging even
the amount of material it takes to
make a gown for one of my inches;
still, there was something about the
way Jess carried her height that made
you almost forgive it (especially when
you didn't have to consider her
clothes) and you got a feeling of
strength from her yon wouldn't have
had from one of lesser stature. Why,
her hands were as strong as a man's —
what a heft they could lift ! — -yet they
were gentle too, when it was needful.
That was the woman in her ! She
was awkward and unlike other girls,
but put her in a boat, or set her at some
task she'd learned along with Dick,
and she was as easy as a fish in water.
They were well-favored too, though
there again Dick had the advantage.
Brown-haired, brown-skinned, brown-
eyed, both of them ; but the lad's eyes
were warm with laughter, while the
girl's were full of an unsatisfied
yearning that made your heart ache.
When Steven Dawson died his
daughter Jess, who'd just turned four-
teen, was left without kith or kin sav-
ing only me her cousin three times re-
moved. I'd had little cause to care
for Steve — he'd stepped between me
and his brother (a man long since
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667
dead, God rest his soul!) but I'd al-
ways been drawn to the child because
of the resemblance she bore her uncle,
so I took her to live with me and glad
enough was the poor thing of a home.
She'd never known the meaning of
one before. Having her in my house
I'd plenty of chances to see, as time
went on, how matters really stood be-
tween her and Dick, and that's why I
always maintained they were just
friends like David and Jonathan.
There are tricks and signs to point the
way of love to an outsider — blushes
and giggles and all the other little
foolishnesses — and I never surprised
any of them between the boy and girl.
Dick went on a longish cruise when
Jess was nineteen and it seemed to me
then that, if she really loved him, her
true feelings would crop out somehow,
separation showing up what's in a per-
son's heart as a light shows hidden
places. But she went about her work
as if nothing had happened. It wore
on my nerves to see her so uncon-
cerned, and once, being driven to the
end of my patience, for I like to see a
woman a woman (though not too par-
tial to tears except on their rightful
occasions), I let fall something about
the dangers of the sea. Jess only
laughed ; she hadn't the trick of much
laughter, but when it came to her 't was
a mellow, twinkling sound that was
good to hear.
"Oh ! the sea doesn't keep all that
go out faring on it," she said, "it only
keeps its fee. What if some do lie
down in its bed deep in the dark !
There are lots that come back to love
and life, and Dick's one of them.
They'll put him away at the last be-
neath the grass where the sun will
shine all dav and the birds and flowers
will come in their season, and he'll
rest easy. He's safe enough, so I
don't fret. Where's the use?" She
stopped and laughed again, then she
went on after a moment, peering out
beyond her with great hungry eyes as
if seeing something.
"Yes he'll lie in the sun, but I — I
shall be out there. That's what the
waves say. Why, I know it, as true as
my name's Jess Dawson, and I ain't
afraid — Heaven isn't any farther from
the sea than it is from the land. It
may be many a year before the call of
the waters comes to pass — many and
many a year — but I'm marked for the
sea one day and every little laugh-
ing wave chatters of it to its fellow.
The sea don't take more than its toll —
be sure of that — but what belongs to
it, it will take and keep."
"You wouldn't? — " I gasped.
"No, I wouldn't," she answered,
quick to understand my meaning.
Sometimes her womanishness sur-
prised me, cropping out when 'twas
least expected. "No, I wouldn't.
When the sea claims its dues I've got
to go, but please God that won't be
yet. The sun is warm and life is
good even if you have to toil and moil.
Oh! it mustn't be yet — I'm only nine-
teen, cousin Lyddy."
And that wras the girl I'd taken to
companion me in my solitude, the girl
all Straitsmouth was talking about as
a possible bride ! It was the first time
I'd had so much as a peep into her
heart, and the next moment she'd
drawn the curtain again, but I'd
caught no sio-ht of Dick there ; I'd only
seen that she loved life, as w^e all
start out by doing, so I said "amen" to
her "please God" and make a prayer of
mv own — I couldn't bear the thousrht
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of the hungry sea, that had been no
friend to me and mine, seizing its toll
of her.
Dick came back unharmed, and the
old comradeship was resumed with
never a trace of love on either side.
The following March he went away
again, but this time back in the coun-
try; he'd bought a lottery ticket and
the drawing falling due, his was the
lucky number. He took the notion to
go for the prize himself; he simply
had to go, he was as powerless to re-
sist fate as a straw, caught in the
swirl of the waters, is to resist the cur-
rent and guide itself. He meant to
return in a week, but I was full of
misgivings. I said no word, however,
to Jess, and she kept her own counsel ;
she was never much of a talker. It
was clear though that she was under
a strain, as if she, who could trust
him to the wind and waves and feel
secure, seemed fearful of the land and
its unknown ways.
The week passed, bringing no sign
of the boy ; then the days went on and
still he didn't come. Folks began to
think it queer — we were like one big
family in Straitsmouth — and I, watch-
ing, could see Jess's face sharpen with
anxiety, though she said nothing.
Presently she received a letter written
in an unfamiliar hand that gave the
clue to Dick's absence. He'd fallen ill
and the folks who were caring for him
sent us word ; there'd never been any
danger and he was mending rapidly
and in a little while would be home
again. We felt our heart go out to the
woman who signed herself Ida Bennet,
and curiosity for a time ran pretty high
in the village concerning her, but other
tilings coming up, Dick and his bene-
factors were crowded out of mind.
Jess was the only one to remember,
and then I discovered she'd cared for
him all along, unknown to herself.
She was hungering for the sight of
his face, the sound of his voice, the
touch of his hand — and only a woman
knows the misery of such longing.
April slipped into May and the
country about our 'doors showed the
beauty of new life in bursting blade
and blossom ; even the sea seemed to
feel the change, for it took on a young
look, and for days its murmurs were
like the voices of happy children at
play. News came about this time that
Dick was coming back — and not alone.
He was bringing home his bride. We
didn't need to be told that she was Ida
Bennet, we'd suspected something all
along, yet our first feeling was one of
resentment that he should marry out
of the village. We were a clannish
people, and besides there were too
many girls of marriageable age among
us for our young men to go far a-
field in selecting their mates. But the
feeling passed quickly, so curious
were we to meet the stranger, and
making the best of matters, Straits-
mouth prepared to welcome the bride.
Jess and I put the simple home in
order, Dick had no wTomen-folks to do
for him, and the house was just a step
beyond mine — a little, low buff cottage
clinging like a limpet to the rocks with
a tangle of bayberry bushes about its
doors. It was a pleasant place where
the sun loved to linger. When all
was in readiness and we'd closed the
door for the night, knowing that on
the morrow it would be opened by
its owner's hand, we passed down to
our home in silence. At the threshold
Jess paused and glanced back.
"What will it be like to see the two
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669
together?" she demanded with a fierce
sort of suddenness. She'd never said
much of Ida Bennet, but with the news
of Dick's marriage she'd grown
strangely quiet, and I'd respected her
mood. She repeated the question.
"Why," I answered, " 'twill be a fair
sight for my old eyes and most folks
will agree with me. You've been
closest to Dick, and 'twill seem
strange at first to have him prefer
another to you ; like as not you'll re-
sent it — that's human nature — but
you'll get over it — "
She uttered a sound that was half
cry, half sob, and caught my arm with
her hands.
"But if a girl has had other
thoughts — " her voice shook and her
face flamed with her shame. "Tell
me what then?" she finished huskily.
"I don't know as I can," I said all in
a flutter, "nobody can. 'Twill be like
looking on at a feast that's spread be-
yond your reach and you starving,
'twill be like seeing water in a dry land
where you can never touch a drop and
you dying of thirst, 'twill be as if
Heaven's door was open and you'd a
glimpse of its beauty and yet must
stand forever without. By and by
you'll get used to it, but even then
life'll seem a long twilight and you'll
go shivering to the end."
She stood still for a long minute,
holding my arm with a grasp that eat
into the bone; beyond and around us
came the sound of the sea with its per-
sistent calling. She lifted her head
suddenly and glanced out at it stretch-
ing away to the horizon line where the
purple shadows were creeping up;
there were flecks of red on the near-by
surface beneath some rosy clouds. She
seemed to be listening to its voice, and
I, choked with fear, found myself
listening too, trying to fit words to its
unceasing murmur. Presently she
dropped her hands, and setting back
her shoulders as if to readjust some
unseen weight thai galled her, she
entered the house. I waited a mo-
ment. I had no fear of the sea at that
time, but there was no word of com-
fort that I could give. Do you know
what it is to see past all barriers into
another's soul — to see it in its utter
nakedness ? It leaves you dumb.
The summer wore away and Straits-
mouth, that had been so sure of the
marriage of Dick and Jess, now pro-
claimed the new match Heaven-or-
dained. From the first the stranger
won all hearts. She was a little, young
thing with hair like crinkled gold and
eyes as blue as the speedwell at out-
doors. Dick had the air of a man liv-
ing in a dream — mystified, so to speak,
with his happiness ; and there was no
doubting her love for him — it was
clear even to the blindest — and which
feeling was the prettiest to watch was
a question. Straitsmouth found the
sight a fair one, as I'd prophesied,
and, satisfied, it turned away from the
little buff cottage, leaving it with a
sense of security.
But something else turned too. I'd
come to know that happiness paints
itself with soberer colors as the clays
pass — life teaches us that ! — yet some-
how, perhaps because I was getting
old, I'd hoped the first brightness
would last a long while with Dick and
Ida — they were so young. But some-
thing happened to mar it. Why was
it? Had the woman's love, worth
all of earth and heaven to the
man in the beginning, palled so
soon? For Dick was the first to
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change, he took up his old pursuits,
and Ida was left alone. Long
days she'd sit in my low room — she
couldn't bear to be by herself — and
I, knowing that those two lives might
drift so far apart they'd never realty
join again if this first estrangement
continued, encouraged her to talk ot
Dick and made her promise to take
interest in what pleased him. I sus-
pected that was the real trouble. She
took what I said kindly enough and
things mended for a time, then they
slipped back again and I grew accus-
tomed to have her with me constantly ;
we were near neighbors, the village
lying at some distance, and the rough
weather had set in.
One day I woke to the fact that Jess
had never been with us in all the time
we'd sat and sewed and gossiped to-
gether ; to tell the truth I hadn't missed
her, so engrossed was I in Ida and her
affairs. From the first Jess had held
aloof from the newcomer, refusing all
her pretty offers of friendship, and I
ought to have remembered my poor
girl's sufferings. On a sudden her
absence filled me with a thousand
vague fears ; the night set in and Ida
left me, going back to her own home ;
1 tried to busy myself, but the fears
began to take on form, to move before
me, upbraiding me with my negli-
gence, and just then Jess entered the
house bringing in the savor of the sea
in her clothes. Her hair, roughened
by the wind, lay in a dark mass far
down her shoulders and drops of
moisture caught in its meshes glittered
like jewels, her cheeks were crimson
and her eyes brilliant as stars. It was
as if a light had been kindled within
her, its shining lending her a strange,
unearthly beauty. Her presence filled
the room, dwarfing everything, yet
there was somthing tremulous and un-
certain about her, as if she were look-
ing on at some beautiful, hidden thing
that, with the least jar, would vanish
into air. Suddenly I seemed to see
with her eyes. She was looking at
happiness, but radiant as it was to her
sight, in mine it was the abomination
of abominations.
"Where've you been?" I demanded.
"Out there — miles and miles at sea."
"Were you alone?"
She glanced down at me and
laughed that pretty, unusual laugh of
hers.
"Dick was with you," I cried, "I
don't need your words. Have you for-
gotten Ida? Why have you gone off
day after day, ignoring her? Why
haven't you taken her with you?"
She laughed again, and this time
it was an ugly sound to hear. "That —
woman — " her voice broke. "What
do we want of her ? We took her once ;
she came whimpering like a child,
begging to go, and Dick was willing —
I'd no say in the matter. But she
never wanted to go again. 'Twasn't
over and above rough that day either,
though we shipped water some — I
managed we should to scare her — the
baby — and she crying all the while.
My ! — how Dick swore. She kept on
whining about drowning till finally 1
told her pretty sharp to keep still, if
the boat upset she could cling to the
keel. And what do you think? That
precious landlubber came lurching over
to me.screaming out,' Where's the keel,
Jess — for love of heaven, where's the
keel?' I'd no words for the poor fool,
and no more had Dick. He just
turned the boat and headed her home —
we came back in silence save for Ida's
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671
crying. \o, we haven't taken her with
us since."
"You sinful girl," I sobbed, "you
must give Dick up — "
"Why must I? Haven't I loved him
my whole life long? He didn't know
how much he needed me. Cousin Lyd-
dy, for I was always here and — and —
he'd never thought of me in that way,
till it was too late. Am I to blame for
his waking?"
"But her happiness — "
"But my happiness — Isn't it as
much to me, as hers is to her?"
"Listen — she's his wife — you've no
call to come between now because
there's been some little falling-out.
Shame on you, Jess ! You can't help
your love. for him — that's part of your
very being — but you can make it a
thing to be respected. Many a woman
has lived her life by the light of a
hopeless passion, and no one has suf-
fered because of her, and many an-
other has thought only of self and
the love that was so holy in the be-
ginning has been trailed in the mire.
Tis for you to choose. But I tell
you he belongs to her, and besides" — T
pushed my work across the table —
"Take it up," I said softly.
She obeyed in silence, utterly be-
wildered ; her large brown hands
looked larger and browner in contrast
with the white material, and trembled
for all their strength over the little
garment I'd been making. Suddenly
her face blanched and her eyes, half
frightened, sought mine in a mute
question.
"Yes, it's for their child — the baby
that's coming with the new year,
please God."
She stood still, white, haggard, and
old, all in a moment, and the silence
went on till it became intolerable.
Then I, looking at her dumb grief,
saw the color leap up in her face like
a flame, devouring the ghastly pallor
with a rush ; her hands tightened their
hold, there was the singing sound of
rent muslin in the room, and, before
I could interfere, she had torn the
little garment from neck to hem with
her powerful finp-ers. The next mo-
ment she gathered the sundered pieces
to her lips kissing them again and
again as if demanding pardon.
"My poor Jess," I cried, "my poor
Jess."
She didn't heed me, but fell on her
knees by the table, her face hidden in
the baby's dress, sobbing piteously,
I moved nearer and as I did so I
caught the words, "Thank God — " and
then I knew she'd made her choice.
There was no sign during the years
that followed that Jess ever regretted
the choice she made that night. In
some ways, as if realizing I understood
her sorrow though 'twas never men-
tioned between us, she clung to me.
if one can use such a word about so
strong a nature. Silent she always
was, but she grew more companion-
able— her silence being that large, tol-
erant kind that is often as satisfying
as speech — and she was with me more
than formerly, helping about the house.
Nor wras that helpfulness confined to
me alone ; she served Ida with untiring
devotion. It was as if she laid herself
and her time at the other's feet in
atonement for a sin that, mercifully,
had been averted. Ida took all service
without question. If she read the
girl's secret, if she had any idea how
near shipwrecked her own happiness
had trembled in the grasp of a guilty
love, she was mute on her part.
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Dick's sudden infatuation for his old
friend had had a speedy termination,
but I never knew how matters righted
themselves between them ; it was
enough for me that the clouds had
lifted and, with the coming- of the
child, husband and wife were one
again. Nor was that all. Strange
how much power lies in a baby's
hands ! It was little Dick who crowded
that other image from Jess's heart ;
every thought of hers was consecra-
ted to him. He was a big, heavy in-
fant, and Ida gladly relinquished most
of the care to Jess. Many a time have
my eyes filled with tears to see the
way she'd clasp the little fellow in her
strong arms — those arms that I knew
would never fold a child of her own to
her breast. She had her reward for
her tireless, loving service ; as the
boy grew she was the one he singled
out from all the others, happiest with
her, and when he could toddle about it
would seem as if his feet were only
made to follow her.
The spring little Dick was three
years old an uncle of Ida's died, leav-
ing her the bulk of his property on
condition that she should make her
home on the old farm. She welcomed
the idea of the change gladly, she had
never cared for Straitsmouth — the air
was too strong for her — and her dread
of the sea had obliged Dick to find
what employment he could on land.
Their circumstances were in a bad way
when this good fortune befell them,
and they were both like children in
their eagerness to begin a new life
elsewhere. When Jess heard the news
she went white as snow and gathered
the child in her arms, looking over his
head with wide, defiant eyes. Poor
arms ! how powerless they were to hold
him ! I think she must have realized
that all of a sudden, for she put him
down on the floor and ran from the
room and he, not understanding, clut-
tered after. We could hear his little
feet going up the stairs and his cries
at her door till she opened it to him —
she could refuse him nothing.
The preparations went forward
briskly — a woman's heartache won't
stay the inevitable — and time, wTith its
tale of weeks and days, fulfilled itself.
Jess offered no protest. What right
had she? She grew white and gaunt
and crept listlessly about her work;
mornings she was up with the dawn
and over at the buff cottage — the first
to greet the waking child — staying
there far into the night, fashioning
little clothes for him and going a hun-
dred times to the room where he lay
asleep. Even in the midst of the ap-
proaching desolation there were
blessed intervals of joy — those even-
ings when Ida and Dick were in the
village at some frolic made in their
honor — and she remained alone with
the child, crooning over him, watch-
ing him, fancying him her own for
those few hours' space. Dick laughed
at her devotion, but there was no sting
in his ridicule; with Ida it was dif-
ferent. Sometimes the remarks she
let fall had a hidden twist that cut
Jess to the quick. Perhaps in that
way Ida paid her back for winning
the full wealth of the baby's love —
she was only human after all, and be-
sides she'd the littleness of a little na-
ture in many things. To her had
come great blessings and she flaunted
the purple of her possessions continu-
ally in the face of the other's rags ;
still Jess, I think, would have felt no
envv had it not been for the child.
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673
The last night of the Hawleys' stay
in Straitsmouth we three — Ida, Dick,
and I — came home together from a
merry-making in the village ; the young
people were staying with me, as the
little cottage had been utterly disman-
tled. I opened the door and we en-
tered the house, which seemed strange-
ly dark and silent after the glare and
noise we'd recently quitted ; there was
a low light in the living-room, but Jess
was nowhere to be seen. I think we
had all expected to find her waiting up
for us.
"I s'pose she's got Baby," Ida said
fretfully — she was very tired —
" please see if he's all right, Cousin
Lyddy."
"Cousin Lyddy's worn out," Dick
interposed, "Don't bother her, the kid's
safe enough."
But Ida persisted. She was not a
fanciful woman, nor one given to wor-
rying about her child, yet several times
on the homeward walk she had burst
forth with some unusual question con-
cerning his welfare. I had set her
anxiety down to fatigue, but it had
filled me with unaccountable forebod-
ings. Without a word I lighted a
candle and went up to the girl's room ;
her door was closed, and as I set it
wide a rush of damp air from the open
window — it was a raw murky night —
caused the flame to flicker and almost
go out. I shielded it with my
hand and passed quickly to the
bed, throwing the gleam down
to rest on the two sleepers lying
there. But the light, cast it as I
would, did not reveal that sight to me.
The bed was empty — undisturbed !
I seemed to turn to stone as I stood
there — I couldn't move — I couldn't
speak — I couldn't breathe. From the
lower room came the mother's cry : "Is
he all right, Cousin Lyddy, is he all
right?" It was like a far-away echo,
almost drowned by the moaning of the
sullen, desperate sea without, that grew
and grew until it deafened me with its
thunders. Then suddenly from the
vanished years some words sounded in
my hearing: "When the sea claims
its due I've got to go." The candle
dropped from my hand to the floor,
but the darkness around me was not
so dark as my life was at that moment ;
in terror of it I fled from the room, my
ears whirling with the bedlam voices of
the mighty waters, and so running,
stumbling down the stairs, I joined the
father and mother where they stood
waiting for me.
It seemed as if we were searching
for eternities after that in every little
nook and corner of both houses, and
the sea mocked our cries, the rising
wind gave them back, the rocks
laughed with them. I kept my
thoughts hidden from my companions,
I wouldn't let them see the hideous
fear I carried in my breast, but every
moment it grew into a deeper cer-
tainty. Jess had received her sum-
mons— and she had not gone alone.
Finally we came back to my cheerless
house to wait for the little time that
must pass before the dawn. I made
Ida lie down on the settle, and very
soon, spent with grief and fa-
tigue, she sank into a deep sleep,
I sitting close, holding her little
hands. In my care of her I
hadn't noticed Dick's absence, but
presently he joined us again, and the
moment I saw his face I knew he knew
the truth. "Her boat is gone," he
whispered. That was all, but I needed
no words to convince me that he was
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familiar with the strange fancies Jess
had about the sea.
We sat in silence ; all search seemed
so impossible — so unavailing. Where
could we go on the trackless waste —
north, south, or out to meet the morn-
ing ? How could we tell ? And what
reason had we to think that a girl's
hand had guided the boat with its pre-
cious freight safe through the darkness
of mist and murk? I could speak no
comfort to the strong man in his agony,
and mercifully his wife slept, uncon-
scious of everything, while the clock
ticked off the age-long minutes — and
the voice of the sea went on calling —
calling — calling.
Dawn came at last chill and grey.
I got up and turned out the lamp and
Dick started to his feet; the hopeless-
ness of his quest made him seem like
an old man. The furniture grew
from dim shapes into familiar lines ;
ringers of light touched the curtains at
the windows as if to draw them aside.
I moved and let in the day, and Ida
awoke, crying with her sense of loss.
Then along the path outside we heard
stumbling, uncertain steps coming
nearer and nearer. We waited with
held breath. Some one tried the
d< m >r, it yielded to the touch and swung
slowly in disclosing a glimpse of the
waking world, then that was blotted
from our sight by a tall, dark figure.
It was Jess who stood there on the
threshold, and in her arms, his face
lifted high against her own, was little
Dick. For a moment she stared back
at us without a sound, while only the
laughing, gleeful child broke the still-
ness; l Inn she came unfalteringly into
the room. We were dumb in our
turn. What could we sav? Slowlv,
tenderly she unloosened the little fists
from her hair, took down the clinging
arms that threw themselves rapturous-
ly about her neck again and again,
silenced the noisy mouth with a kiss of
renunciation, then, stooping, she
placed the child on his mother's breast.
"I couldn't do it," she said broken-
ly, "I — I — wanted to keep him with
me always — you won't understand — ■
but I — couldn't do it."
Ida covered the baby's face with
passionate kisses and Dick stood close,
the great tears raining down his
cheeks. I, too, was speechless, glad in
their gladness and glad also for what
they didn't see — the triumph of a
woman's soul. Once I had watched
the home-coming of a ship after a
heavy gale ; everywhere there were
marks of her struggle with wind and
wave in broken spar and trailing can-
vas, but she made port proudly. The
little picture came swiftly between me
and Jess, and I recognized the likeness
between them — she, too, had weath-
ered the storm ! She turned and stum-
bled toward the stairs. Half-way
there Dick caught her by the arm.
"God bless you, Jess Dawson," he
cried hoarsely.
Her face softened at his comprehen-
sion, she hesitated, fighting with her-
self, then she looked bravely at the
mother and the little one. Ida met the
gaze unwaveringly, her own face set
like stone. It was an anxious moment.
The day grew clearer, the child
laughed, from somewhere outside
there came the thrill of a bird's song.
Then Tda said very softly: "God bless
Jess, say it, baby."
"Dod bless Jessy," crowed little
Dick.
The School Garden as an Educational
Factor
By Lydia Southard
W
E are living- today in an
age of object lessons.
Close observation of the
manifold delights of a
beautiful world is coming more and
more to precede the study of books.
The child is attracted by the brilliant
flowers on the teacher's desk, or by
some bright-eyed squirrel waving a
bushy tail outside the school-room
window. So much the better if the
flowers are of the child's own gather-
ing, and the animal his own discov-
ery. Then the teacher leads him to
talk about these fascinating objects,
giving no information till the pupil
feels the need of it. He comes to that
need unurged.
For the last few years educators
have discussed at length the pros and
cons of industrial training in the pub-
lic schools. That it has been tried with
excellent results is certainly true. That
it may sometimes fail to do quite all
the good intended by its advocates is
undeniable. It is chiefly to those who
feel that industrial training makes for
a broader life, a better citizenship,
that the suggestion of a school garden
usually appeals. Such persons are
most apt to see in it an admirable op-
portunity to teach the child by object
lessons ; while at the same time giving
it at least two branches of industrial
training — gardening and working.
The school garden is no new
idea, but it has been tried surprisingly
little in America. Our German cous-
ins across the sea have led the way.
Those who have visited the German
district schools will remember the
small lot of cultivated land usually at-
tached to each. In general, this is
used by the teacher solely for his own
benefit. Exceptions exist, however.
In the Rhine province, especially, the
educational value of such a plot is
realized, and is made the basis of a
wide range of instruction.
In our own land the highly congest-
ed state of the cities is bringing its
natural reaction. Philanthropists and
economists alike hope for a day when
the trend will be away from the over-
populated centers, back to the region of
pure air and lower rents. The wealthy
appreciate suburban life, and are
adopting it more and more. The poor
and struggling who most need the
changed conditions, will not seek the
country to any great extent until they
are trained to cultivate successfully
that most natural source of livelihood,
the soil. It is to the public school that
we must look, very largely, for the
stimulation of a taste for country life
and its employments. We need profes-
sional men, we need artisans, and we
need intelligent and successful tillers of
the ground. There are many boys in
city and country s-chools today who
might, if they realized it, find better
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openings a few years hence in subur-
ban truck- farming than in the over-
crowded occupations of the city. Our
argument for the school garden is
that it will show wide-awake boys and
girls how they may become producers,
on a large or on a small scale, and will
create or foster a taste for country
life.
What should be the size and what
the location of the school garden is in
many cases a grave question. In the
country, the matter is comparatively
simple, but in the city, serious difficul-
ties sometimes arise. Several public
schools in Boston have solved the
problem by means of joint owner-
ship. Possibly this might be done with
success in other places ; that school
which has the largest play-ground giv-
ing up a certain number of square feet
to the cultivation of vegetables and
flowers for the profit and enjoyment of
children in more than one district.
Naturally the ideal place for a school
garden is in country or suburb where
there is plenty of room for each child
to have plants of his own.
The choice of soil for the garden is
something which the wise teacher will
have the pupils understand. Why
loam is preferred to gravel or sand,
for example, is an interesting question
for the beginning of the work. With-
out knowing it the child will master
a simple lesson in geology and plant
biology.
As regards the seeds or slips to be
planted, two things must be borne in
mind, beauty and utility. While al-
most everything that grows can be
made attractive to the normal child,
there are certain forms and colors
which fill him with special delight.
The bright-faced pansies, the gay nas-
turtiums, for instance, are always fav-
orites ; and if room can be made they
should have a place. They teach, in
their way, lessons as useful as the
more sombre vegetables. In general,
it is of course most satisfactory to
raise such plants as shall fulfil their
particular mission, that of bearing
blossoms or fruit, before the end of the
summer term.
Around the care of the garden cen-
ters much that is of keenest interest to
the child. It is well to let him do with
his own hands just as much of the
preparation of the soil, the planting
and the subsequent tending of beds,
as possible. It will add to his education
and enjoyment if he is allowed to keep
the same set of tools throughout the
season. Whether owned by the pupil
himself or by the school, responsibility
for their proper use is beneficial. It
may perhaps be found feasible to teach
the evolution of the farming 'imple-
ment. In such cases let the pupil be-
gin work with the rudest tools imag-
inable. He will soon feel his limita-
tions and be encouraged to devise im-
provements. Thus, step by step, he
will be led, under the general super-
vision of the teacher, to reinvent in a
crude way, the later developments in
farming implements. General princi-
ples are thus impressed upon the mind,
and training is given in thinking
something out connectedly. It will
be found possible, by enthusiastic
teachers, to correlate garden work
with lessons in history, literature, and
drawing.
The study of elementary botany im-
mediately suggests itself on the men-
tion of a school garden. The child
has -close at hand, not any plant from
any field or wood, but a specimen of
THE SCHOOL GARDEN AS AN EDUCATIONAL FACTOR 677
his own raising, and doubly wonder-
ful on that account. He can follow
its entire life history. A general study
of the seed will probably be made.
The teacher will doubtless open some
of these and show the embryo, if the
latter is large enough, as in the bean,
to be seen by the naked eye. Enough
seeds of one kind will be planted so
that a few young plants may be taken
out of the ground before maturity.
These should illustrate different stages
in development. The cotyledons and
plumule will be observed, as well as
the stem, leaves, and root of older
growth. In the mature plant the child
will enjoy a study of the textures of
the different parts. Some of the pu-
pils will be old enough to take an in-
telligent interest in the veining of
leaves, and in the hair-like tubes which
compose the stem. The capillary at-
traction by which water from the soil
is conveyed to different parts of the
plant, gives opportunity for correla-
tion with physics.
It is to be hoped that at least one
flourishing tree will exist on the school
ground. If so, the spring-dressmak-
ing done in that establishment will fur-
nish fascinating lessons which may be
combined or associated with those in
the garden. The teacher will find
great help in drawing comparisons
between these two sources of interest.
The tree has the advantage of re-
maining in position all winter ; so that
studies in buds, closely packed and
varnished to protect young leaves from
cold, and the swelling buds of early
spring, will make a good foundation
for lessons on the school garden.
The relation of perfume to color in
flowers will prove suggestive to some
teachers. The striking sunflowers,
the brilliant nasturtiums, have their
peculiar odors, but lack the attractive
sweetness of the modest white violet
and heliotrope. The biological reason
for this may well occupy the chil-
dren's thought. The law of compen-
sation, recognizable in ever}' form of
life, is rarely impressed too earl v.
It cannot be out of place to call the
attention of children to the color
schemes of nature. It does not re-
quire an accomplished artist to show
the young the softening effect of a
background of green for example, and
the perfect harmony found in the in-
dividual flowers.
There are children in every school
who inherit no artistic instinct, and
who will be more acceptable members
of society all their lives for a few early
lessons in aesthetics. The school
building will be at certain times dec-
orated with flowers. Blossoms may
be arranged daily for the instructor's
desk. If the children be allowed to do
this themselves, under the teacher's
guidance, it may prove a valuable part
of their education. One useful lesson
to be learned in this way is the best
method of preserving cut flowers. For
instance, the proper temperature at
which to keep them fresh, and the
principle of recutting stems under
water to prevent the passage of air
up the tiny open tubes, are points
easily grasped.
The day for the old-fashioned "bou-
quet," often a compact bundle of all
the different kinds of flowers within a
certain radius, is past. Children can
learn that blossoms are selected and
combined with special reference to
their form and color, and that they
must be held in receptacles appropriate
in shape and harmonious in tone.
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The garnishing of food with leaves
or Mowers often interests children, and
is a pleasing adjunct to a cooking les-
son. Even young pupils can some-
times be taught to do this tastefully.
The school garden will of course
attract to itself various insects and
possibly some birds. A study of the
appearance and habits of these will
come most naturally into the work in
nature-study. Children will quickly
learn the names of some of the more
common living things, and a few strik-
ing facts concerning them. It will
increase the pupil's powers of obser-
vation. Someone has said that "The
child should learn to listen with his
eyes."
To return to the industrial side of
the question, the materials furnished
by the garden for cooking classes are
important. Lessons on the proper
preparation of roots, tubers, and leg-
umes should have great value for the
child as he grows older. Probably in
most schools the instruction in cook-
ing is confined to girls. This is per-
fectly natural, but the experience of at
least one prominent educator goes to
prove that cooking lessons are of equal
interest and value to some boys.
In these days, when cooking is stud-
ied by sanitarians, and the proper
feeding of the human body is consid-
ered worthy the attention of all intelli-
gent people, it would be well for
school children to know something of
the relative value of foods. Most of
them come from homes supported on
limited incomes. They, in turn, will
have to nourish their children on mod-
erate sums of money. Most of these
pupils will have no "higher educa-
tion." It is clearly for the good of
the race, however, that thev should be
taught which foods yield the best re-
turn of body tissue or of energy, at the
least cost. If such lessons can be
brought home to classes in cooking
and in gardening, it will be possible to
correlate the work of the school gar-
den with physiology, hygiene, and
economics.
In the minds of those who have giv-
en industrial lessons to children, the
moral education of the pupil stands
out as an important factor of the work.
There are few better opportunities to
encourage fair play and generosity.
In the case of the school garden a
number of children will work in the
same enclosure. They will see how
necessary it is to respect the rights
and material possessions of others.
The practical application of the Gold-
en Rule alone will settle their childish
disputes. The boy who is generous,
the girl who is. kind, will find that
thought for others yields a good re-
turn in pleasant feeling. The laying
out of the ground and the distribution
of seeds and slips will, if rightly man-
aged, cultivate a sense of justice.
The child learns other lessons.
Without tools he can do nothing, so
they must not be broken through
carelessness nor neglected at night.
He will see the fitness of laying out His
plot of ground with due regard to
order. Rivalry will spur him on to
make his lines straight and his group-
ings intelligent. He will see that if he
is ever to gather his tiny harvest or
have it good to look at as it stands,
he must be faithful in his work. He
must fight the bad and cultivate the
good with a hand that is strong
against the one and gentle with the
other. He must show in miniature
the promise of the coming" man.
Old York, a Forgotten Seaport
By Pauline Carringten Eouve
Illustrated from Photographs by W. N. Gougli, and others
THEPvE is a
picturesque
and roman-
tic element
surrounding the
earlier settlements
along the
Maine coast
that is quite
distinct from
that which
invests other places in New England
with historic interest. Here religious
zeal was not so primarily the keynote,
as in the rising scale of progress in
the Massachusetts Bay Colony, nor
did social prestige continue so long a
dominant factor as among the Cava-
liers of Virginia. Nevertheless, re-
ligious predilection and social ambi-
tion were the motive springs that
brought into existence that aristo-
cratic little Episcopal settlement of
Gorgeana, now York, in the Province
of Maine, on the Atlantic seaboard,
latitude 43 ° 10' north, longitude 70 °
40' west.
Although the first settlement in
Maine was at Kittery in 1623, the an-
cient town of Gorgeana has a more
important claim upon the interest of
the student of American history, a
claim, indeed, which envelopes old-
fashioned York with a dignity that
cannot be shared by any other town,
for an English city charter — the first
grant of incorporation for city ever
given in America — was made over
to York by his Majesty King Charles
I. in 1640. This fact establishes for
York a priority right to some measure
of national as well as local fame.
But there are hints of fair-faced
foreigners along this rugged coast be-
fore the Spanish, French, Dutch, Eng-
lish came. Five hundred years be-
fore Columbus set sail to find a new
world, the prows of Scandinavian
vessels had breasted these tides, if one
may believe the records of Thorlack
of Iceland, in which are chronicles of
Norse voyagers gale-driven to the
coast of Labrador, who cruised south-
ward, reaching the New England
coast. In these records one reads
the story of Gudrida, wife of a bold
Northman navigator, who bore a fair-
haired child on the new world's shores.
How much of the romance of the Saga
has crept into these ancient Icelandic
chronicles, it is not easy to say, but
certainly Sir Humphrey Gilbert and
Captain Gosnold and Martin Pring
and doughty Captain John Smith
sailed along the coast in the vicinity
of York, a long time before the town
was in existence.
In the year 1622 the Plymouth
Council granted a tract of land lying
within the Province of Maine to two
gentlemen, Sir Ferdinando Gorges and
Captain John Mason. Some years
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later, in 1629, the two divided their
interests, Captain Mason taking the
part that lay north of the Piscataqna
River and Sir Ferdinando, that which
lay south of it. In 1635 the Ply-
mouth Council gave up the old patent
and took out a new one, under which
the land comprised was divided into
twelve portions. The third and
fourth divisions which lay between the
Kennebec and Piscataqua rivers and
extended one hundred and twenty
miles from the sea, were granted to
Gorges. The charter to the Council
was afterwards revoked, but Charles I.
gave on the third of April, 1639, the
same territory to Sir Ferdinando
Gorges, whom he invested with almost
royal authority and to whom he en-
trusted the establishment of Episcopal
worship in a region where the power
of Puritan dissent was already becom-
ing more than ever obnoxious to the
haughty Stuarts. Sir Ferdinando,
who had been a British naval officer
and had held the important office of
Governor of Plymouth, England, be-
longed to an ancient family whose
-fortunes had fallen from them, so he
eagerly embraced the opportunity that
now seemed to be within his grasp, to
better his worldly condition and restore
the prestige of wealth to his name.
The colonies in America seemed to
be an asylum for religious belief, a
stage for the play of political ambi-
tion, and an Eldorado where destitute
scions of noble houses might retrieve
their fortunes, as the needs in each
case might be. Such diverse elements
made up one of the strangest social
and political eras that the world has
ever seen — an era in which sombre
fanaticism, daring adventure, rapac-
ious greed, and sinister intrigue min-
gled in a wild pageant.
Sir Ferdinando, who was past mid-
dle life, dreamed of founding on this
strip of Maine coast a great seaport
city from whose wharves armed ves-
sels and ships of commerce should sail
to all parts of the world, bearing the
victorious arms of the King and
bringing back merchandise of every
description. So it came about that
the King gave his ambitious emissary,
in 1640, the first English charter for
a citv that was ever issued in Amer-
ica, and so, with the dream of a Cathe-
dral City in his brain, where the power
York Harbor
York Village
of stole and mitre should be second
only to that of crown and sceptre,
Sir Ferdinando ordered a "Church
Chapel" or "oratory," and "Govern-
or's palace" to be built, and sent his
young kinsman, William Gorges, as
his deputy until he should come.
In 1639 he had sent to the "planta-
tions" a band of skilled workmen with
all of the necessary implements of toil,
and the tools and machinery in use at
that time for the building of houses
and ships, together with oxen and the
requisites for agriculture.
A year later, when his "cosen,"
nephew, or grandson (severally de-
scribed by different histories), Thomas
arrived from England with the deputy
Lord Proprietor, William Gorges, he
found the "Governor's palace" in di-
lapidation and everything in a state of
demoralization. Yet despite this
condition of affairs. Sir Ferdinando
persevered in the project and secured
the city charter, dated March 1, 1640,
The territory incorporated comprised
twenty-one square miles, and the first
city in America was named Gorgeana.
The citizens had authority to elect
a mayor and eight aldermen each year,
and could hold estate to any amount.
Thomas Gorges was the first mayor,
and the aldermen were, Bartholomew
Barnett, Roger Garde, George Pud-
dington, Edward Godfrey, Arthur
Bragdon, Henry Simpson, Edward
Johnson, and John Rogers. Roger
Garde was also the recorder. The
mayor and eight aldermen were ex-
ofUcio justices, and annually appointed
four sergeants, whose badges of office
were white rods.
In 1643, Thomas Gorges returned
to England, leaving Roger Garde as
mayor, and in 1647 the ambitious Sir
Ferdinando, without ever having
seen the embryo city of his dreams
— for the great warship which was to
convey him to the colonies was
wrecked when she was launched — ■
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Old York Gaol
died in prison at the age of seventy-
five, discouraged but not yet quite
hopeless of the ultimate future of
Gorgeana. Two years later, 1649,
unhappy Charles I. laid his head upon
the block. Meantime, after the pro-
prietor's death, the people of Gorg-
eana, Kittery, Wells, and the Isles
of Shoals (which latter were in-
cluded in Sir Ferdinando's grant)
met together and after much squab-
bling and turmoil formed themselves
into a Confederacy for administration
and protection.
After the King's execution, the riv-
alry that had always existed between
the two colonics, Massachusetts and
the Province of Maine, was no longer
held in abeyance, and in 1652 the
stronger colony of Massachusetts
682
made good her claim to the ownership
of her weaker sister and assumed con-
trol of her. The city charter was
revoked, a town charter was granted,
and the name of Gorgeana was
changed to that of York. At the
same time, Roundhead influences were
immediately set in motion to suppress
the Royalist feeling that was very
strong in the Episcopal settlement.
One of the first acts of the new rul-
ers was the erection of the Gaol, which
was in accordance with the act passed
in 1647 that "Each County shall have
a house of correction," and these per-
sons committed to such houses of cor-
rection or prisons "'shall first be
whipped not exceeding ten stripes."
There is a bit of genuine Puritanical
spirit in this enactment, and in 1653
1
McIntyre Garrison House
the famous old York Gaol was built,
to stand, perhaps, as a silent menace
to those who might be secretly in sym-
pathy with the cause of young Charles
Stuart, the exiled and fugitive heir
to the throne of Great Britain.
The Civil War in England that
raged between Charles I. and the Brit-
ish Parliament from 1641 to 1649 was
a period of great inquietude to the in-
habitants of York, who were at heart
loyal to the Stuarts, and who detested
Cromwell and their Roundhead neigh-
bors, the "Bostonians," as the Massa-
chusetts Colonists were now called by
the French settlers in Canada. It
was during the first year of this war
that Cromwell gained a victory over a
body of Scotch troops fighting under
the Royal Standard in the north of
England. In this engagement a num-
ber of Scotch royalists were taken
prisoners, and among them were the
Donalds or Donnells, the Maxwells
and the Mclntyres, all of whom were
destined to plav no inconsiderable part
in the history of loyal little York
across the wide Atlantic.
Cromwell's officer ordered that the
Scotch prisoners should be ranged in
a row and that every tenth man
should be shot and that the rest should
be deported to the American Colonies.
Micum McIntyre, one of the prison-
ers, counted and discovering that he
was a tenth man, with one super-
human effort broke his bonds and at-
tempted an escape. The daring of
the venture pleased his captors, and
though he was recaptured they com-
muted his sentence to exile. Packing
all that was left of his individual be-
longings in a small oaken box, McIn-
tyre with his fellow prisoners, the
Maxwells and Donalds, set forth upon
the voyage to New England. It was
natural that upon hearing of Sir Fer-
dinando Gorges' Settlement at York,
these young soldiers should make
their way thither, and they took up
their abode in what is now known as
the second parish, a little settlement
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OLD YORK, A FORGOTTEN SEAPORT
which still bears the name of Scotland.
But Micum Mclntyre, "Gentleman,"
the most destitute one of the penniless
Scotch troopers, met good luck in the
Micum McIntyre's Box
New World. His story was told the
writer by his lineal descendant, Mr.
John Mclntyre, the richest man in
York County today. "Micum had a
neighbor, a sort of Scotch cousin, who
was in failing health and who had
taken a great liking to the young fel-
low. One day this man sent for him
and said, 'Kinsman, I am dying, and
I am grieved to have my wife alone
without protection in this wild coun-
try. Tis no fit place for a woman
without husband, father, or brother,
so I will bequeath her and all my land
and property to you, Kinsman, if you
will take them both and do fairly by
each. What say you ?' And Micum
agreed to the arrangement, so before
many months passed he was the in-
heritor of an estate and a wife!"
It was this same Micum who built
the old Mclntyre Garrison House on
York River, which is within a few
rods of Mr. John McIntyre's dwell-
ing. This landmark of a fearsome
and tempestuous period is the only one
left of the many block houses that
were built by the early settlers of the
region, and it is still in a state of com-
paratively good preservation. Like
all such of that section, it faces
south, for that way runs York River,
down whose waters came the canoes of
the hostile Indians. As frequent
and sudden incursions of their savage
neighbors might always be expected,
it was of the greatest importance to
have a clear river view. The old
house with its rough-hewn timbers
dove-tailed and trunnelled together, its
caulked seams, and its loopholes for
musketry, is one of the most interest-
ing relics of the colonial period in New
England. Up in the loft where the
flooring is still intact there are
"draws" from which watch could be
The Best Room
kept on an approaching enemy, while
in the juttings of the second story that
projects over the first all around, there
are openings from which missiles
OLD YORK, A FORGOTTEN SEAPORT
685
could be thrown upon the heads of the
invaders, or from which water might
be poured if the enemy should set fire
to the house. The stout wooden bar
that was held in place across the heavy
oaken door by another of like dimen-
sions, the latter one being propped
against it and made fast by the first
step of the stairway, did good service
two hundred and sixty years ago, be-
fore the day of locks in York.
Up at the new Mclntyre mansion,
the daughter of the house shows vis-
itors a smooth, round stone that is
known in the neighborhood as the
"pound stone." When Micum's "in-
herited wife," Hannah Pierce, was
preparing to emigrate to the Colonies,
she was walking along the shore one
day, and picked it up. "This, per-
chance, weighs about a pound," she
said as she balanced it in her palm.
"Fll see if it does," and finding that it
really did, and exactly to a dot, the
thrifty housewife put it in her pocket
and brought it all the way across the
broad ocean. "For," said she, "it
may chance there be no such thing as
The Pound Stone
scales and weights for the fair meas-
ure of cheese and butter in those sav-
age lands."
Here, too, young Malcolm Mcln-
Table Chair in the Garrison House
tyre, after a good deal of persuasion,
arrayed himself in an ancestor's suit
of clothes, and, holding an old sword
taken from the Junkin Garrison in his
hand, posed for an illustration of "Ye
olden time." There was a bit of in-
spiration in the boyish freak, for his
family's arms show a hand holding a
drawn sword, with the prophetic
motto, "Through Difficulties."
From the time of its earliest settle-
ment, the location of Maine made it
an easy prey to the incursions of the
savage tribes that roamed from its
boundaries northward to the French
settlements of Acadia and Canada.
Acadia, as the French understood it,
consisted of Nova Scotia, New Bruns-
wick, and a very large part of Maine.
In these wilds, the Abenakis, who
were converts to Romanism and
strong allies of France, hunted, fished,
and harassed the English trading set-
tlements of Maine. In 1689 they en-
tirely destroyed the outpost of Pema-
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quid. In 1690 they and their French
friends had made so many attacks upon
the New England ports and villages
that nothing was left on the eastern
side of the Piscataqua River except
the towns of Wells, York, and Kittery.
Sir William Phips's easy conquest of
Port Royal had, however, somewhat
changed the attitude of the Abenakis
toward the English settlers, whom
they began to fear and whose trade
was attractive. Five chiefs of the na-
tion signed a truce with the Massachu-
setts commissioners which filled the
French with alarm. If these Abena-
kis made terms with the "Bostonians,"
the settlements on the St. Lawrence
would be in danger of attack, a thing
not to be feared so long as the sav-
ages remained loyal to France. It
was French policy, therefore, to arouse
the antagonism of the Abenakis
against the English. Some of the
tribes had no part in the truce and
were still thirsty for English blood.
To them the French addressed them-
selves to such effect that the village of
York was attacked and almost de-
stroyed by a band of savages led by
French, on the night of February 5,
1692. The enemy had made their
way along the frozen streams and
trackless forests on snow-shoes, jour-
neying for nearly a month toward
hapless little York. Arriving at Mount
Agamenticus on the afternoon of the
fourth, they could see plainly from its
summit the group of scattered houses
of the settlement along the banks of
the Agamenticus or York River. The
attack was successful and before dawn
one hundred and fifty of the inhabi-
tants had been killed or taken captive,
and every house on the northeast side
of the river burned, with the exception
of the garrison house, the meeting-
house, and the old gaol. Among the
captives was a child of four, whose
sturdy efforts to get away so amused
his captors that he was allowed to es-
cape. This was the first Indian ad-
venture of Jeremiah Moulton, whose
name afterwards became a terror to
the red man, who was a distinguished
officer in the French War, holding the
rank of Colonel at the capture of
Louisburg and marching all the way
from York to Quebec with a company
of soldiers. He was also an official
resident of the Gaol years after-
wards, while serving as sheriff of the
Province of Maine. His son, Jere-
miah junior, was an officer in the
Revolutionary War and died of "army
fever" in 1777, while his grandson,
Jotham, was commissioned Brigadier-
General February 8, 1776. The
three daughters of the second Colonel
Jeremiah, Abegail, Hannah, and Lucy,
were married to Dr. Job Lyman, Cap-
tain Samuel Sewall, and Mr. Storer
Sewall, respectively, and the ancestral
home of the Moultons and of the origi-
nal Colonel Jeremiah is now the resi-
dence of Judge Putnam, who inherited
it from his mother, a daughter of
Captain Samuel Sewall and Hannah
(Moulton) Sewall.
Although Sir Ferdinando Gorges
had dreamed of establishing an Epis-
copal form of worship in York, there
was no clergyman there during his
government. In 1660, one Burdet
had, indeed, gathered a congregation
about him, but he was found guilty of
improper conduct by the civil author-
ity and soon after gave up the role of
teacher and preacher. Due, perhaps,
to this lack of spiritual instruction,
one may read an extraordinary record
OLD YORK, A FORGOTTEN SEAPORT
68'
Putnam Coat of Arms
of "an humble petition to the Court"
presented by Richard Cutts and John
Cutting, stating "that contrary to the
act or order of the court which says
'no woman shall live on the Isle of
Shoals' John Reynolds has brought
his wife thither, also a stock of goats
and swine. . . . Your Petition-
ers therefore pray that the act of court
may be put in execution of the removal
of all women, also the goats and
swine." The Court had the obnox-
ious swine removed, but Goodie Rey-
nolds was allowed to enjoy the com-
pany of her husband "if no further
complaint come against her." Two
decades later, however, the order of
things was changed, for at a court
held Dec. 24, 1665, "Joane Ford of
the Isles of Shoals was sentenced to
receive" nine stripes at the post for
"calling the Constable a horn-headed
and cow-headed rogue."
After the death of Charles I. the
Episcopal element seems to have been
eliminated almost utterly from the
town of York, and the stricter re-
ligious principles of the Puritans be-
gan to thrive on that soil that was in-
tended to nurture Episcopacy.
The restoration of royal government
in England brought unpleasant
changes to the people in the Province
of Maine, who had found under the
administration of Cromwell's Protec-
torate more freedom of thought and
action than they had before enjoyed,
for dissolute Charles II. was growing
jealous of the Colonies. In 1676 he
confirmed the rights of the heirs of
Sir Ferdinando Gorges "both as to
soil and government." All of these
rights and titles to the Province of
Maine the people relinquished to Mas-
sachusetts in 1676 for the sum of one
thousand two hundred and fifty
pounds. This proceeding the king
bitterly resented. Massachusetts de-
clined to give up what she had bought
and at once assumed absolute juris-
diction.
Sir William Phips, the hero of Port
Sevvall Coat of Arms
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OLD YORK, A FORGOTTEN SEAPORT
Royal, and the new Royal Governor,
brought the William and Mary charter
from England. This was dated Oc-
tober 7, 1 69 1, and went into effect
May 14, 1692. As Parkman remarks,
two giant intellects within two in-
valid bodies were now struggling for
supremacy in Acadia — the genius of
Richelieu and the genius of William of
Orange — and the Province of Maine
was the scene of many conflicts.
It was the June following the ter-
rible massacre at York that the French
and Abenakis crossed Penobscot Bay
and marched upon Wells, one of the
villages of the early York Confederacy.
This village had been, during the win-
ter, crowded with refugees from pil-
laged farmhouses, but famine and mis-
ery had driven most of them beyond
the Piscataqua, and the few left had
taken refuge in the five fortified
houses. Of these that belonging to
Joseph Storer was the largest and
safest, as it was surrounded by a pali-
sade. It was occupied by fifteen
armed men under a militia officer,
Captain Convers. Two sloops and a
sail boat ran up the neighboring
creek, bringing fourteen more men
and food for the half starved garri-
son. This was fortunate, for the next
morning one of Storer's men, John
Diamond, while on his way from the
garrison house to the sloops was
seized by the Indians "and dragged
off by the hair." With veils and
warwhoops some of the Indians
rushed upon the garrison, demanding
their surrender, while others attacked
the sloops, but were repulsed by the
handful of men on board. The ebb-
ing tide had stranded the vessels and
the Canadians constructed a shield of
planks which they fastened to a cart
and attempted to shove toward the
sloops in the mud ; then the tide be-
gan to rise, and, the chief of the at-
tacking party being killed, the rest
broke and ran, many falling under
the fire of the sailors. Then the whole
body, nearly four hundred in all, fell
upon the garrison house. The dis-
parity in numbers was appalling. An
Englishman suggested surrender. "If
you say that again," answered Con-
vers, "you are a dead man." "Had
the allies made a bold assault," re-
marks Parkman, "he and his follow-
ers must have been overpowered ; but
this mode of attack was contrary to
Indian maxims." When the assail-
ants offered terms brave Convers re-
plied, "I want nothing but men to
fight with!" The women in the gar-
rison passed ammunition to the men,
and sometimes they fired themselves
upon the enemy. Thirty resolute men
had withstood four hundred and foiled
one of the fiercest and most formid-
able bands that ever attacked the set-
tlers in Acadia. Poor John Dia-
mond, the prisoner, was tortured to
death. There is an archaic simplicity,
an antique heroism, an imperishable
glory in this story of Captain Con-
vers and his dauntless band of thirty !
The William and Mary Charter em-
braced the whole territory of the State
of Maine, in two divisions : that ex-
tending from the Piscataqua to the
Kennebec was called the Province of
Maine ; that between the Kennebec
and St. Croix River was called Saga-
dahoc. Legislative power was vested
in two branches. The Council, or
Board of Assistants, consisted of
twenty-eight members, and formed the
upper house, while the other was
called the House of Representatives.
OLD YORK, A FORGOTTEN SEAPORT
689
Col. Jeremiah Moulton's Waistcoat and
Tankard
The ecclesiastical history of York
dates from the organization of the first
Congregational Church by the Rever-
end Shubael Dummer, about 1662.
This man of God, who was a native
of Newbury, Massachusetts, a grad-
uate of Harvard, and greatly re-
spected, was killed by the Indians in
the York massacre. He married a
daughter of the celebrated Edward
R. Rishworth, the first chosen "record-
er of writts." Six years later a remark-
able man, also from Newbury, came to
York, where he preached until his or-
dination in 1700. This was the ec-
centric Samuel, familiarly known as
"Father" Moody, who declined a stip-
ulated salary and chose to live upon
the voluntary contributions of the peo-
ple. This does not appear to have
been an altogether successful arrange-
ment, for more than once his family
came very near to starvation. In fact.
Mr. Moody had to appeal to the Gen-
eral Court of Massachusetts for "such
allowance as your wisdom and justice
shall see fit." The Court "saw fit" to
allow twelve pounds sterling. Father
Moody appears to have exercised the
privilege of making personal remarks
from the vantage ground of his pulpit
with appalling frankness. It was the
Sunday after Judge Sewall's mar-
riage, that that stately gentleman in
small-clothes, silver shoe buckles, pow-
der and ruffles, repaired to the house
of worship accompanied by his bride
in her wedding slippers and arrayed in
one of her bridal gowns. Father
Moody paused in his discourse, and
pointing to the pair said rebukingly,
"Here comes Judge S civall with his
lady and his ungodly strut." How
the poor bride must have felt ! The
memory of her gracious and dignified
bearing is still cherished in York
where they point out the old Sewall
Mansion to strangers with pride, and
those historic wedding slippers are
kept under a glass case in the loan
collection of local curios.
For half a century York's leading
man was David Sewall. He was grad-
uated from Harvard in 1755, and was
classmate and life-long friend of John
Adams. Admitted an attorney in 1760
he was for sixty-four years identified
with the town's history- It was dur-
ing Washington's administration that
the beautiful and stately residence now
known as Coventry Hall, the summer
home of Rev. Frank Sewall of Wash-
ington, was built. Here Judge Sew-
all entertained President Monroe on
Coventry Hall
his "progress" eastward, horses for
the President's private coach being
furnished along- the road, and the offi-
cers of the York County Regiment of
Militia acting as mounted escort from
the Maine line.
David Sewall's stone in the Old
Burying Ground bears the following
well deserved inscription :
"Concecrated to the memory of the Hon.
David Sewall, L. L. D. An elevated benev-
olence was happily directed by an enlight-
ened intellect. Conscientious in duty he
was ever faithful in its discharge. Piety
with patriarchal simplicity of manners con-
spired to secure him universal esteem.
"Having occupied the Bench of the Su-
preme Court of the State and District Court
of the U. States with dignified uprightness
for forty years without one failure of at-
tendance, he retired from public life in
[8l8 and died Oct. 22, 1825, aged XC
years.
1 )eath but entombs the b idy,
Life the Soul."
It was during the ministry of Father
690
Moody that the "Parish Society" of
York was organized under a warrant
issued by William Pepperell, dated
March 5, 1731. It was also during his
pastorate, in 1747, that the old meet-
ing-house was burned and the pres-
ent one was erected, such of the
timbers as were sound of the old build-
ing being incorporated in the new.
Father Moody married Hannah Sew-
all, and left a son and daughter. The
Reverend Joseph Moody and Mrs.
Emerson of Maiden, great aunt of
Ralph Waldo Emerson.
The son's life story makes one of
the strangest, saddest pages of York
history. Born in 1700, he graduated
from Harvard at eighteen and soon
afterwards was made Register of
Deeds of York County. In 1730 he
was Judge of the County Cotirt.
Father Moody, however, was anxious
to have his son enter the ministry, an 1
with filial obedience but poor judg-
ment, Joseph resigned his civil office
OLD YORK, A FORGOTTEN SEAPORT
691
Hannah Sewall Moody
and was ordained pastor of the Con-
gregational Church of the Second
Parish of York in 1732, his father as-
sisting in the ceremony. The eccen-
tric disposition of the father was ac-
centuated in the sensitive, dreamy,
morbid temperament of the son. Per-
haps the young minister regretted hav-
ing given up a profession which prom-
ised a brilliant career. Perhaps over-
work destroyed the equilibrium of a
peculiarly delicately balanced brain,
or it may have been that the morbid
New England conscience made him
brood overmuch upon the unfortunate
accident of his boyhood when he had
accidentally shot his hunting compan-
ion, young Preble, when they were out
together one day. At all events, the
brilliant young minister's mind became
impaired. He resigned his pastorate,
declaring that the weight of an unpar-
donable sin was upon his guilty soul
and that he was unfit to enjoy the fel-
lowship of men. Retiring from the
societv of friend and neighbor, he cov-
ered his face with a black handker-
chief. This he never removed, and
he became known far and near as
"Handke, chief Moody." One can
imagine the awe of the villagers, the
fear of the children as they scudded
down lanes and around corners, the
hush of feminine chatter when that
ghost-like figure with the veiled face
was seen about the streets of the
quaint old town — a figure of mystery
and tragedy. The old moth-eaten
table upon which he took his solitary
meals is one of the most interesting
relics preserved in the Gaol, now used
as a museum.
One day the black-veiled minister,
who had not for many years lifted his
beautiful voice in song, suddenly be-
gan to sing. Through the closed door
of his room came in clear melodious
notes, the hymn,
"Oh for an overcoming faith
To cheer my dying hours !"
The next morning they found him
dead in his bed. Let us hope that the
"overwhelming faith" was given to
cheer the lonely end of a lonelier life.
There were other strange personages
who used to wander about old York.
The mysterious St. Aspinquid, the In-
> Handkerchief Moody's Table
692
OLD YORK, A FORGOTTEN SEAPORT
dian missionary whose grave lies on the
heights of Mount Agamenticus, was
once a familiar figure in the vicinity.
Tradition says he was a native of York,
England, who came ' to Maine, and
dwelt among the Indians, who grew to
know and love him, and to whom he
was somewhat a father as well as a
teacher. None knew his name. From
the date of his advent in York it might
very reasonably be assumed that he
was one of the English Jesuit priests,
exiled by the destruction of the monas-
teries by Cromwell's Puritans, and that
as was the fashion of that Order, he
adopted the dress and manner of life
of the savages he came to Christianize.
How else could the title St. Aspinquicl
have originated ? It would have been
natural for the children of the forest
to have learned stories of angel, mar-
tyr and saint from his life and to have
called their benefactor by that name he
had taught them to revere. At his
death his faithful followers brought a
sacrifice of six thousand five hundred
and eleven votive animals.
"Old Tricky," a piratical fisherman
who lived at Bra'boat Harbor, was very
much feared along the coast as a ma-
levolent creature who "laid curses" on
those he disliked. These curses, how-
ever, could not take effect until he had
bound a certain amount of sand with a
rope. According to tradition, before
a storm he used to be heard muttering,
"More rope, more rope," and even now
superstitious folk say the figure of an
old man with shaggy locks flying in the
wind and bearing a bag of sand on his
back may be seen hurrying along the
gray sands, and between the sobbing of
the wind and sea, the cry "more rope,
more rope," may be heard now and
Handkerchief Moody's Cradle
then. His bible, wdiich is supposed to
be haunted, is one of York's most cher-
ished treasures.
Still later, before 1832, Mistress
Betty Potter and her familiar friend,
Mistress Esther Brooks, were awe-in-
spiring citizens of York. These spin-
sters lived on the dividing line between
York and Kittery, by which device they
escaped paying taxes in either town.
When, however, President Jackson had
the nation's "surplus revenue" divided
among the inhabitants of the United
States, Betty and Esther, not living in
either place, were the only people in
America who failed to receive their re-
spective shares, the just reward of in-
iquity !
Mrs. Emma L. Paul, the great-
granddaughter of Elder John Brad-
Old Bradbury House
bury, who was a staunch adherent of
the King, owns and resides in the old
Bradbury house in York. Elder John
was a grandson of Thomas Bradbury
who came to York in 1639 as the agent
of Sir Ferdinando Gorges, and who
afterwards settled in Salisbury, Massa-
chusetts. It was Mary Perkins, the
wife of this Thomas Bradbury, who at
the age of ninety years was tried and
condemned for "witchcraft." The good
lady's escape is a strange story, be-
longing to Salisbury rather than to
York history.
The loan collection of curios in the
Gaol Museum owes its existence to the
energy and good judgment of the
ladies of York village, who three years
ago saved the historic old building
from the ravages of time, rats, and
tramps. The suggestion came from
William Dean Howells, the novelist,
who, passing the dilapidated house one
day and observing the door swinging
open over the rotting sills, remarked:
"Why can't you save the old house?
It is worth saving." This was the
seed of the idea. Not only the old
Gaol was preserved, but colonial relics,
some of much more than local interest
and value, were collected by the ladies
of the town, who established a mu-
seum of York antiquities within the
walls that once grimly guarded evil
doers. Mrs. Newton Perkins, who owns
the ancient Pell House, just above
Sewall's Bridge, gave a lawn party to
inaugurate "doing something to get
funds for the project." Thomas Nel-
son Page, John Fox, and Mr. Howells
read on the occasion. The idea was
popular and the "Village Historical and
Improvement Society" began its work
of preservation and rejuvenation.
693
694
OLD YORK, A FORGOTTEN SEAPORT
The Pell house stands not far from
the famous old "Sewall's Bridge," said
to be the first pile bridge in the United
States, built in 1761 by Major Samuel
Sewall, a great architect in his day.
He was engaged soon after to build a
similar bridge between Boston and
The Pell House
of old laces and brocade still hanging
about it — aristocratic York with its
legends, its traditions, its historic as-
sociations— is no longer isolated and
remote ; although it is in truth a forgot-
ten seaport, for its wharves are almost
deserted and sea-traffic has passed it
by, it has become a
Mecca for artists, lit-
erary folk, and sum-
mer visitors.
The first summer
hotel was built early
in the seventies and
when the steam rail-
road came in 1887, to
take the place of the
dusty stage coach
Charlestown. The
Pell house, which is
supposed from its
architecture to have
been contemporary
with the Gaol, pos-
sesses the dignity of
antiquity and the
charm of modern
comfort, and makes
an ideal country
home. Almost all
of the distinguished old Colonial fam-
ilies that helped to make York hon-
ored of old are represented in name
and in blood today, — Moulton, Brad-
bury, Sewall, Mclntyre, Dennett,
Moody, Barrell, Varrell, Donnell,
Bragdon, Dummer, Stacey, Jenkins,
and many others of note.
But this old town with the fragrance
The Barrell Mansion
from Portsmouth, hotels and boarding
houses grew in number and improved
in quality and handsome cottages for
summer residents began to dot the
shores. The growth of the town as a
summer resort has been very fast dur-
ing the last few years and has de-
veloped within its limits four
quite distinct summer villages, — York
OLD YORK, A FORGOTTEN SEAPORT
Harbor, York Beach, York Cliffs,
and Long" Beach. Even York Village,
always the town's centre for business
and public and church affairs, gains by
the summer invasion so that frequently
the resident population of about three
thousand becomes between the months
of June and September a community of
ten thousand, and much has been done
to make life pleasant for the strangers
and those who come back to their birth-
Sfwall's Bridge
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place. The handsome new Golf Club
House is a good example.
The historic houses of this quaint
town draw visitors from the surround-
Thoaaas Nelson Page's Cottage
ing neighborhoods, and the witch's
grave in the old burying- ground,
where the dead of many generations
sleep, arouses a great deal of specula-
tion. As witches, by an unwritten
law, were almost never married, and
as they were usually buried either at
low-water mark or at the junction of
three roads, this grave of "Mary Na-
son, wife of Samuel Nason, died Au-
gust 28, 1772, aged 29 years," does not
seem to fit the requirements of a bona
696
OLD YORK, A FORGOTTEN SEAPORT
fide witch. In spite, however, of these
discrepancies, this wide tablet slab
lying between two upright head and
foot-stones possesses a weird interest
to those who are inclined to supersti-
tion.
Stage Neck, where the Marshall
House stands, is the historic ground
where the people from the Isles of
Shoals were ordered to remove during
the Revolution. The view from here
is one of the finest in the neighborhood,
surpassed only perhaps by that from
Mount Agamenticus, the highest point
along this part of the Maine coast.
Northward stretches the rocky coast
with a background of woodland, while
to the east lies the blue ocean with
Boon Island Lighthouse clearly visible
nine miles away. One of the early
lighthouse keepers, Captain Eliphalet
•Grover, spent his time in making bass
viols, one of which he presented to the
first Conpresrational Church in York,
June 4, 1834. His successor was also
a musician and played upon it for many
years.
The old town celebrates, this sum-
mer, its two-hundred-and-fiftieth birth-
day since Massachusetts bought out the
right of the Province of Maine in 1652,
and it will wear holiday garb during
the pageant: but to enjoy the unique
charm of the place, one must visit it
when the hush of a drowsy summer
afternoon lies over the town ; when the
shady streets are quiet and the grim old
Gaol, the haunted witch's house, and
the ancient head-stones in the cemetery
are bathed in the sunshine and,
like the land of the Lotos Eaters, it
seems a place where it is "always after-
noon."'
Then indeed the magic thrall of his-
tory, poetry, and tradition falls upon
the visitor, and invests with a halo of
romance this quaint old York — a for-
gotten seaport.
-
The Witch's Grave
The Hill Stream
By Alice D'Alcho
HIGH on the hillside, here I sit and dream —
And, far below me, see bright waters gleam ;
Now dancing onward, wreathed with rainbow spray,
Now winding gently among the boulders gray ;
Hid for a moment neath the o'erhanging shade,
Then to the glory of the moon displayed.
Yet ever lovely — ever giving grace —
Some light reflecting, e'en in darkest place.
Say, O my soul, shall this be said of thee —
Thy light withdrawn, and dark adversity
O'ershading all ; thy chiefest friend grown cold ;
Yet thou wert fair, as in the days of old?
Those days of old — when all Earth's joys were thine,
When thou didst quaff life's richest, rarest wine ;
When it was sweet to live — thy way to trace;
Say, canst thou shine, e'en in the shadowed place?
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Philadelphia, 19th December, 1781.
My dear Sir,
The president informs me that you have been furnished with the Resolves of the 10th
instant, requiring the several States to compleat the deficiencies of their respective quotas by the 1st of
March next — He also informs me it is expected that I should myself call for and transmit the necessary
returns. But as this would occasion an immense delay and loss of time, I must request you in the first
instance to furnish the Executives of Delaware — Maryland— Virginia — North Carolina — South Carolina
and Georgia with the state of their several lines, and give them Credit for any men they may have serving
in those Legionary Corps or Artillery under your command. You will be kind enough to transmit dupli-
cates to me. The returns of the Pennsylvania Line may be sent to me and I will present them myself.
That the Adjutant General may more easily digest the whole into one general Return, he has made out
a form and forwarded it to the several posts. One set of them you have inclosed, by which you will be
pleased to direct your Deputy Adjutant General to guide himself.
Inclosed you have the Copy of a letter which I have written to the States from whence your Troops
are drawn, apologizing for not transmitting the Returns myself — pressing a compliance with the requisition,
and pointing out the only mode of preventing the imposition of improper men upon the Army.
The European Fleet consisting of upwards of one hundred vessels sailed from New York the 15th. I
can yet hear of no preparations for the embarkation of any troops from thence, which makes me conclude
that they do not think at present of giving any reinforcement to the Southward.
I am with the greatest esteem,
my dear Sir,
Your most ob't and h'ble Ser't,
G. Washington.
Maj'r. Gen'l. Greene.
•
Gen. Greene to Gen. Washington
Head Quarters, St. Paul's Parish,
January 24th, 1782.
Sir,
Since I wrote, your Excellency on the 9th of December I have been favor'd with^your despatches
of the 15th and 19th of December. My letter to Congress of this date, a copy of which I enclose, will in-
form your Excellency of the arrival of General St. Clair with the Pennsylvania and Maryland troops. The
Virginian officers protested against marching until they got their pay, and are still in Virginia. Your
Excellency's aprehensions were very right respecting the diminution of Gen. St. Clair's command. The
Virginia line left us at the same time the other came up which leaves us little stronger than we were before.
Some reinforcements have arrived lately from York. It is said near 400 men. Through a good channel
of intelligence I got information of troops expected both from Cork and New York. I was so alarmed at it
that I sent off Capt. Rosedale to Virginia and Lt. Col. Stewart to North Carolina to try to hasten on sup-
port and wrote to Count Rochambeau for a 1000 men of his command, but if more convenient and con-
sistent with the plan you & he had concerted it would still be more agreeable for him to move with his
whole force this way. Since I sent off those despatches the Cork fleet arriv'd without troops except about
60 artillery men. I am still under great apprehensions of troops coming from York notwithstanding the
nattering accounts your Excellency gives me. We are in a poor situation to contend with a very superior
force. Our men are almost naked for want of overalls and shirts, and the greater part of the army bare-
foot. We have no rum or prospect of any. None within four hundred miles of us and little or none pro-
viding in Virginia; and if there was ever so much there, the difficulty of transportation would prevent our
getting it as we were four weeks without ammunition since we have been in the lower country and a
plenty of this article at Charlotte waiting for the means of transportation. Had the enemy got knowledge
and availed themselves of our situation they might have ruined us.
I shall agreeable to your Excellency's direction transmit to the respective States an exact return of
their troops; and I wish your representation may have the desired effect. But the States have. become so
tardy as to regard representations little more than an idle dream or Eastern tale. Nor Iiave I the least
hopes of our difficulties lessening on this head until the powers of Congress are more extensive and the
subordination of the States better acknowledged. When any State can be made to feel an inconvenience
from disobeying a requisition of Congress then and not till then can we hope our measures will have vigor
and a combination of our force take place. We may write until we are blind & the local policy of the
States in perfect security will counteract our wishes. From the very same source I apprehend it almost
impossible to establish matters of finance upon such a footing as to answer the public demands. If such of
the States as refused or neglected to comply with the Congressional requisitions were deprived of the lib-
erty of trade either foreign or domestic out of their own State it might serve to fix a little obligation to
effect a compliance.
I perfectly agree with your Excellency that we should improve every moment this winter, to be in
readiness to open the campaign to advantage. To be well prepar'd for war is certainly the most likely way
of procuring peace. I have recommended to this State to raise some black Regiments. To fill up their
Regiments with whites is impracticable and to get reinforcements from the Northward precarious and at
best difficult from the prejudices respecting the climate. Some are for it but the greater part of the people
are opposed to it. The Assembly are now sitting at Jacksonborough four miles from our camp on the other
side of the Edisto.
I am with great respect.
Your Excellency's most
obedt humble Ser,
N. Greene.
His Excellency
General Washington.
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707
A Fair Exchange- An Old-Home-
Week Romance
By Emma Gary Wallace
MRS. CROMPTON was in a
flutter of excitement. Be-
sides being one of the Re-
ception Delegation, a Pat-
roness of the Grand Ball, and Convener
of the Old-Home-Week Committee
of Hospitality, she was to entertain
the Honorable Josiah Hilton, who
was to come all the way from Texas to
be the orator of the week's festivities.
She sighed as she wondered if he
had changed, and she could not refrain
from a glance at her mirror to satisfy
herself of the permanency of her own
charms. It was a handsome face that
looked back at her : the face of a wom-
an in the prime of a perfectly matured
womanhood.
She had placed two rooms of her
finely appointed home at the service of
loyal Vermonters, and it was with no
small degree of satisfaction to her that
the honorable gentleman and his
nephew had fallen to her lot. She was
pleased to renew the acquaintance with
the uncle, and secretly hopeful that the
nephew might interest Sadie. It would
take her mind off that unfortunate
school-girl love affair which had so
disturbed their summer's peace. Mrs.
Crompton smiled complacently as she
thought how cleverly she had nipped
that affaire d 'amour in the bud ; for
she well knew her niece to be as will-
ful as she was pretty. As that young
lady's guardian she had pointed out to
708
her the undesirability of such an en-
tanglement. Sadie argued with the
fluency of a second Portia. Then, los-
ing her temper, Mrs. Crompton scold-
ed. Sadie wept, but was still obdur-
ate. Finally a prompt discontinuance
of all communication was ordered. The
letters ceased to come, and it was pre-
sumable that they ceased to go also.
In place of spending her mornings
scribbling, Sadie took long horse-back
rides on "Kentucky Belle."
The rides were doing her good, Mrs.
Crompton reflected. Only that morn-
ing her niece had gone out pale and
heavy eyed, and returned from her gal-
lop across the hills with sparkling eyes
and rosy cheeks. Clearly she was
learning to forget the University stu-
dent, who had no fortune but his own
indomitable courage (Mrs. Cromp-
ton mentally designated it "cheek").
Some day Sadie would rise up and call
her blessed for preventing such a
■mesalliance. It was a relief to have
the affair over, and she paused to lis-
ten to her niece's clear sweet voice
singing blithely as she busied herself
among the decorations. Her deft fin-
gers banked flowers and trailed vines
until the house was a bower of fra-
grant beauty.
"Do you suppose the Honorable
Mr. Hilton will appreciate all this,
Aunt Sarah?" Sadie inquired, with
a wave of her hand as she sank weari-
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709
ly into a chair to watch her aunt draw
on her gloves preparatory to departing
to meet her guests.
"Of course he will, child, and if he
should not, I do/' and she leaned over
and fondly kissed the fair young girl,
"go and rest, dear, until we return."
******
It was with mingled emotions that
Mrs. Crompton welcomed the Honor-
able Josiah Hilton.
"Why — why, Sarah, how handsome
you are still, and as young as ever,"
and he shook her hand as only a man
can shake it who has not seen home
and home people for nearly twenty
years. "Allow me to present my
nephew, Mr. Charles Hamilton. He
is an out and out Texan, but when he
heard that I was coming, nothing
would do but he must come too, to see
his father's old home. Well — well,
how good it is to be back again among
the old familiar scenes."
"And such a pleasure for us to have
our friends come back to see us. Is
it not a delightful idea — this yearly
'At Home,' to renew old acquaintances
and form new ones?" and Mrs. Cromp-
ton turned to Mr. Hamilton with a
charming smile. She saw a tall ath-
letic fellow, with a wholesome com-
plexion, frank blue . eyes, and wavy
chestnut hair. "Just as Joe looked
before we quarrelled," she thought,
"why could not Sadie fall in love with
some well-connected fellow like that?"
"Any children, Sarah?" asked the
Honorable Josiah as he seated himself
in the carriage.
"None of my own, but my niece lives
with me. Otherwise, since Mr.
Crompton died I should have been
quite alone."
Both sighed, and involuntarily
looked over at the old elm-tree on the
hill-side where their own lover's quar-
rel had taken place — the quarrel which
sent him headlong into a new country
and her to a marriage of pique.
"And you, Josiah?" she said timid-
"I never married," he answered
slowly, "I was true to my love's young
dream," and he looked at her search-
ingly.
Mrs. Crompton crimsoned and then
grew deadly pale. Young Hamilton
saw nothing. He was drinking in the
pure mountain air, and feasting his
eyes on misty highlands and verdant
intervales. He did not notice the long
pause and the renewal of common-
places, until he was brought back to
his immediate surroundings by the
voice of his hostess.
"Here we are at 'The Crest.' Wel-
come, in this your first home-coming
to the dear old Mother State, and may
this be the precursor of many happy
reunions."
Mr. Hilton hastily drew his hand
across his eyes. They were suspi-
ciously moist, and he coughed with un-
necessary violence to clear his throat.
On the broad piazza before him he
saw a vision of girlish loveliness. "Just
as Sarah looked before I went to Tex-
as," he thought, "why couldn't Char-
ley fall in love with some sweet coun-
try-girl like that?"
In another moment the introductions;
were over, and Sadie had cordially
greeted the Honorable Josiah, and
rather coldly shaken hands with the
nephew. She quite ignored him at
luncheon, and studiously avoided him
all the afternoon. Mrs. Crompton was
disappointed and annoyed. She felt it
her duty to expostulate with her niece,
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but the opportunity did not occur until
the ladies retired to make their even-
ing toilets.
"He is such a perfect gentleman,
Sadie," she remonstrated, "that I
can seeuo occasion for this Arctic frig-
idity."
"Why, Auntie dear, I thought I
had been perfectly lovely to him. He
is such a dear old soul that I fell in
love with him at first sight."
"I do not mean Mr. Hilton, child,
but the nephew."
"Mr. Hamilton? Oh, he is too
young, altogether too young; besides
young men nowadays do not amount to
much anyway."
The words sounded suspiciously
familiar to Mrs. Crompton, and she
turned sharply to Sadie, but that young
lady was gazing out of the window
with child-like innocence.
"Now, girlie, don't be naughty, be
nice to them both ; they are my guests,
and, as an especial favor to me, I ask
you to try to like Mr. Hamilton. Re-
member it is to be only for a few days,
dear."
Sadie's face was a study. There
was a flicker of a smile in the big
Drown eyes and an expression of pos-
itive pain about the rosebud mouth.
Mrs Crompton thought her on the
verge of relenting, but a moving
shadow in the rose-garden below,
hardened her heart.
"Very well, Auntie, for your sake
I'll try to be nice to Mr. Hamilton,
but I cannot help thinking his uncle
perfectly sweet, can I ?"
Mrs. Crompton bit her lip with vex-
ation. What if josiah should take a
fancy to this slip of a girl?
The shadowy figure below moved
impatiently.
"I will be good, Auntie, indeed I
will, and the very next time I see this
much abused swain I promise to make
peace with him. It is growing late ;
bye-bye ! I must run down and get ■ a
rose for my hair." And with a snatch
of song upon her lips, she ran lightly
down the broad stairway, across the
garden, under the vine-covered arbor,
and straight into the arms of the de-
tested Mr. Hamilton.
"I thought you would never come,
Sweetheart."
"And I thought I should never get
the chance. Oh, Charley, I feel that I
am such an arch-deceiver. Aunt
Sarah has just been lecturing me on
my treatment of you."
"And Uncle Josiah threatens to send
me home at once if I do not proceed
to bow down and worship at your
shrine."
They both laughed in the joyous-
ness of youth and love.
"I have discovered another secret
besides our own, Charley. This morn-
ing I went over to take some flowers
to old Mrs. Rettis who has been bed-
ridden for years. The Old-Home-
Week celebrations made her reminis-
cent, and she told me that long ago,
Aunt Sarah and Mr. Hilton were lov-
ers, and only through a foolish quarrel
were separated."
Charley gave a long low whistle.
"So that is why Uncle Joe was so
eager to join the Old-Home pilgrim-
age. You ought to have seen how ex-
cited he was. Then I found out where
he was coming and suggested that I
join him."
"And Aunt Sarah never once sus-
pected our medium of communication
in the little post-office among the hills
at Greenville."
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"None but the brave deserve the fair,
It takes them both to do and dare."
laughed Sadie, as she plucked a rose
and gave it to her lover.
"I must go now, or Aunt Sarah will
think I am lost, so good-bye, and I
intend to be a little more civil, for her
sake, you know."
* * * * *' *
The ball was a grand success from
the opening strains of "Home Sweet
Home," to the moment when they all
joined hands in one big old-time circle
and, to the rhythmic motion of clasped
hands, sang Auld Lang Syne.
Someway it brought back to Sarah
Crompton another ball of many years
ago, when Joe Hilton had asked her to
be his bride. She remembered that
she had worn a simple muslin gown
with blue ribbons, and to-night she
was radiant in heliotrope satin and
diamonds.
And once more the Honorable Jos-
iah Hilton's eyes grew moist as he too
thought of that other ball, and all that
life had promised and all that he had
lost.
Together they walked out of the ball
room.
"Sarah," he began with manly di-
rectness, "years have come and gone
since that other ball when we two
plighted our troth. Then you were
a simple country maid, but a sweeter
never lived, and I was plain Joe Hil-
ton. Now you are a stately matron
with wealth and position, and the
world accredits me with having right-
fully won a place on its ladder of
fame. Sarah, I love you still. Can
you find it in your heart to plight our
troth anew? To me, Sarah, you were
Vermont, the old home, everything.
I have travelled far to hear your an-
swer from your own lips. What is it
to be, Sarah?"
"The same as on that night so
many years ago, Josiah, for you have
not travelled in vain," his companion
responded softly. "I will try to make
the sun-set years of your life richer
for what the noonday has lost."
He bowed reverently and kissed
her hand.
"You have made me a happy man
to-night, Sarah — and a proud one —
the proudest man in all the old Green
Mountain State. How surprised the
youngsters will be !"
"I am so sorry they do not seem to
like each other," Mrs. Crompton re-
marked in a troubled tone.
"Well — Charley is still bothering
his head about a chit of a college girl,
but I put my foot on that."
"And I have had a similar experi-
ence with Sadie, but the dear child
submitted to my judgment most grace-
fully. It will be less embarrassing to
tell them our relationship at once,
Josiah. Why, here they come now."
The pair started guiltily as they met
their seniors face to face.
"Charlie — Sadie — " began Mr. Hil-
ton, "we may as well tell you that a
wedding is to be one of the results of
this Home- Week reunion, I "
"Why, how did you find out, Mr,
Hilton," interrupted Sadie, "we have
not told a soul, have we, Charley?"
Mrs. Crompton and Mr. Hilton
looked at each other in amazement.
"We thought," said Charley, "that
if you, sir, could become acquainted
with Sadie, and Mrs. Crompton could
know me things might possibly be dif-
ferent."
"I do not think you understand,
children," Mr. Hilton said with die-
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nity," Mrs. Crompton and I have re-
newed an old engagement, and hope
soon to be married."
"And Miss Crompton and I enter-
tain the same hope, sir," added Char-
ley.
"Sadie," expostulated her Aunt,
"and you have known Mr. Hamilton
less than a day."
"No, Auntie dear, Charley is that
dreadful University student. I'll for-
give Mr. Hilton for taking you away
from me, if you both consent to my
marrying Charley."
"A fair exchange, Sarah, a fair
exchange," laughed the Honorable
Josiah.
"A fair exchange in more ways
than one," echoed Charley looking
fondly at the sweet girl by his side.
And so it was amicably decided that
the Honorable Mr. Hilton should re-
main at "The Crest," while Sadie
should go to Texas as Mrs. Charles
Hamilton, and thus both the Lone
Star and the Green Mountain States,
were richer in happy hearts for the
good Old-Home- Week.
The Pond
By Mary Clarke Huntington
SHUT in by length of verdant bank
And tree growth, rising rank on rank
Its surface, 'neath the slanting shine
Of summer sun in its decline,
Invites the wand'ring dragon-fly
To hover o'er the water grass ;
Down lures the swallows as they fly
To dip their plumage ere they pass ;
And tempts the ever loit'ring feet
Of one who loves a fair retreat
In Nature's labyrinth, to while
Yet longer at the roadside stile —
Where this o'er-bending sycamore
Shuts in a gnarled and leafy frame,
Such vista as must put to shame
All canvas ever artist set
On world famed easel. So forget
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That life is of a world of chance,
With power to try us as before;
Just watch those midges as they dance
Above that clinging water sedge
But yonder at the bank's green edge ;
See how the dropping sun ball burns
Its track across the pond, and turns
To limpid gold the whole expanse !
Life's sad defeats, its pains, its care
Lie now behind us. Everywhere
The balm of Nature's grand repose
Smiles like the substance of a prayer, —
Fills mellow sky and mellow air
With grand yet subtle harmonies
Which reach the soul through gazing eyes,
And soothes as mothers soothe to rest
The babe close held to loving breast.
The day's soft benediction flows
Through all our senses as we lean
A dream — and dwell upon the scene.
But hark ! a tinkle faint and far
Tells how o'er yonder pasture land
The cows file to the farmyard bar
And there await the milker's hand.
Faint, fainter yet the cow bell rings,
And o'er our head a robin sings
For vespers. Yet the swallows dip
To preen their plumage dry again ;
A dragon fly o'er hovers still
The water grasses, and our glance
Shows all the midges at their dance
'Mong sedge where lengthening shadows slip.
But we, oh, loit'ring heart ! must go —
(Sweet, sweet the robin sings, and low!)
Go back to busy haunts of men
And join once more the world of chance.
Wee Jamie's Cab
By Margaret W. Beardsley
-w- "T^E mustna touch him,
" \/ Ritchie, but see, if yill arl
\ wi' that smutty cap I'll hold
him sae ye can get a kiss
onyway."
Ritchie Mackentyre had donned his
miner's suit with some reluctance that
morning. Any other miner at Glen
Jean would have considered the put-
ting on of clean clothes at rising and
the changing again before going to
the mine, a rare waste of time ; but
the satisfaction of feeling wee Jamie's
weight in his arms for the smallest
fragment of time, with the liberty to
cuddle and caress at will, easily recom-
pensed Ritchie for the trouble.
It was quite wonderful how the
bairn adapted himself to circum-
stances. He had such an instinct for
early rising that he was generally
ready to be taken up by the time Ritch-
ie had the fire well going, and there
was the comfort of holding him all
the while Janet prepared the meal.
It was a disappointment then, that
the laddie should so long over
sleep on this particular morning that
his father was starting for the mine
when his first peep was heard. Janet
had run in, bringing him out all pink
and blinking with sleep, to hold him
up with the exclamation quoted above;
and Ritchie had held his hands stiffly at
Ins sides and craned his neck well out
that no part of his attire might so
much as brush the small white
"goony."
Janet's admonition was not wholly
responsible for this extreme care.
Ritchie would as soon have thought
of going to the meeting in his
bank clothes on a "Sawbath," as to
touch wee Jamie with soiled hands ;
for it must be understood that this
small monarch of the Mackentyre was
no ordinary bairn. Sent, as he had
been, full ten years after the firstborn
had opened his eyes only to close them
in far-away Scotland, to Ritchie's
mind he was as much God-given as
the infant Samuel, and he mingled with
the father-love a tender reverence
beautiful to see.
"Ah, I doot feyther's wee mannie is
getting a bit of a sluggard ;" reproach-
ed Ritchie fondly, and Jamie put out
his pink fists and caught at his fath-
er's face as it went from him.
''He is wanting tae gang tae thee,
Ritchie ! Na, na, laddie, feyther's
ower dirty. Mither'll hold ye for
anither kiss. Eh, the great lad ! Din-
na ye think, Ritchie, we may hae Gib-
son send for his cab come pay-day?"
For all the question appeared
thrown in quite carelessly, the note of
anxiety in Janet's tone betrayed the ir-
relevancy to be more of speech than
thought ; and Ritchie's face became
grave.
"I doot, Janet, we canna manage it
this month ;" he said, hesitatingly. "I
hae been thinking on it considerable,
an' I dinna see oor way clear. By the
time we hae oor rent paid, an' sent
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the mither her bit money, there'll hard-
ly be enuch beyond what wull carry
us over anither month.''
"An' if we did run short, is it sic a
matter for us tae get a scrip-book aince
as the ithers do?"
"Na, na, Janet," said Ritchie, al-
most sternly; "You and I hae never
held wi' the notion o' spending money
afore it were earned. Now we
hae oor lad, we mustna be getting in-
tae habits we wadna like him tae fol-
low. By anither month we may man-
age."
' 'By anither month,' " echoed Janet,
in dismay. "There's your very words
o' last ! Make it anither year, when
he'll get no good o' it. An' him get-
tin' sic a weight tae carry aboot, as far
as the meeting particular."
"I did think mysel we would make
it afore this, but there was things
came unexpectit. The insurance for
accidents now, I didna think o' that.
But as for carrying him — Why Janet,
I just love to feel o' him in my arms.
It seems I could carry him always, an'
gladly."
"Ay ! and you dinna care hoo his
claes gets wi' the doing o' it. I declare
I hae been pit aboot afore now, he
was that crumpled; and ithers taking
their bairns oot o' their cabs at the
kirk door wi' never a wrinkle in their
frocks !"
"But wi' all the crumpling there's
nane whase claes look hafe sae white
an' beautiful as Jamie's ain," de-
clared Ritchie. "Your a master hand
at making an' doing up, Janet."
It was not in nature to be displeas-
ed with such appreciative words.
Janet smiled while she still insisted :
"But Ritchie, wi' ten days lefit o'
the month ye might vet hae money
enuch coming. There's some they say
get oot their eight car a day, and in
Scotland they ca'ed you the best miner
in the pits."
"WTeel, I canna be as fast here as
some then. If 1 get oot six loads its
a good day, an' wi a' the props tae be
pit in I canna count on more than five
for an average."
"Props!" cried Janet sharply; "it
dis seem, Ritchie, ye spend good hafe
yir time wi' props an' sic like thing
that disna count !"
Ritchie looked at her with opening
eyes. "Why, Janet, I didna think ye
wad count blame o' me for taking or-
dinair precaution. The mine is nane
sae safe at best, an' I wadna like the
little lad tae gang orphanted."
It was the knowledge of wrong in
Janet's heart that gave an added bit-
terness to her next words :
"There's little danger o' that wi'
all the fine care ye gie yirsel. Weel if
ye dinna want puir Jamie tae hae the
cab, then he must juist do wi'oot, an'
there's nae use tae waste words wi'
it," and Janet whirled about into the
house.
Ritchie stopped a full minute on the
step before it was clear to his mind
that Janet had made use of such a
taunt, and then all the way to the mine
presented arguments to convince him-
self that he was mistaken. Harsh
words were not so common between
the pair as to cause no thought or hurt.
Ritchie and Janet, with none to divide
their affections, had grown more out-
spoken in their regard for each other
than was usual or indeed was thought
proper in their native village, some de-
claring: "The Lord kens that folks sae
daft wi' each ither, cud no' be trusted
wi' the raisin' o' bairns." That this
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child of their prayers should be the
cause of ill-words made the sting none
the less keen.
Unthinkingly Ritchie tapped the
ceiling of his room as he entered, in
accordance with his usual custom ; but
when a place gave back a hollow ring,
he hesitated, recalling Janet's words
before fetching a prop and placing it
with his usual care.
At the home Janet was still sore
with the disappointment over the en-
joined waiting for the cab. It was sur-
prising what a matter its possession
had come to be to her. She would
have been content with a rude cart for
her firstborn had he lived to require it,
but upholstered baby-cabs were un-
known in the little Scotch mining
town. Here, even the babes of the
poorest rode, as Janet said, ''like kings
in their chariots," and surely Jamie
was as deserving as any.
One knowing Janet, however, would
feel no surprise that her anger had
long spent itself before the noon hour,
and that a dish especially to her good
man's liking awaited his coming. And
Ritchie ate, and praised to her satis-
faction, but he went back to the mine
full ten minutes earlier than his wont.
He had calculated that much time had
been consumed in the placing of the
prop.
In the days following Ritchie took
to earlier rising, and it was seldom
Jamie got his kiss even at the door.
I 'ay-day at the Glen Jean mine came
on the Saturday that ended or immedi-
ately followed the close of the month.
The office was not open for payments
until four in the afternoon. This gave
the men an opportunity to put in near-
ly a full day at the mine, thougfh it was
known that only a handful of men ever
went to work after the noon hour.
The Mackentyre house was one of
the nearest to the company's store and
office buildings. On the pay-day fol-
lowing Janet's plea for the baby-cab
she watched the men from her window
as they went in to have their car-checks
verified and to receive the balance due
after the deduction of their scrip-book
account.
Outside the entrance, leaning on the
railing of the small porch, were sev-
eral men whose store clothes and white
shirts distinguished them from the
miners. They kept an eye on the door-
way, and first one and then another of
them stepped forward and spoke to the
miner as he passed out from the cash-
ier's office. This was kept up scarcely
without exception during the after-
noon. The miner got some sort of a
coin out of his pocket, and handed it
over to the person who addressed him,
who thereupon fell back to the railing
and went on watching the door. Oc-
casionally the coin appeared unsatis-
factory, and an animated though sub-
dued conversation went on ; resulting
sometimes in the production of another
coin, and sometimes in an evident
warning delivered by the store-clothes-
man. One out of the secret would
have found this a puzzling feature of
the day, but the familiar knew these
men to be agents for organs, sewing-
machines, plush-rockers, enlarged pict-
ures— and, possibly, baby-cabs — who
had sold their wares on time, but who
were shrewd enough to be on hand for
the monthly installment.
There was another thing that ap-
pealed to the curious. The village lay
entirely to the west of the office build-
ings, the Mackentvre house being on
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its east side. There was little linger-
ing at the door after coming from the
office, but not one man in ten crossed
the filled-in ravine to his home. In
groups and pairs and singly they
struck into the road leading down the
valley. A cluster of women hung
about the door of the store; and just
as the store-clothes-men had come for-
ward singly, so one and another of the
women timidly approached the side of
the road as the miners passed. A few
were rewarded as had been the men on
the steps, but others went back discon-
solate and empty-handed, while their
husbands continued their way down the
road. Everyone knew where that way
led. There was no saloon at Glen
Jean, but Starr, a few miles below,
boasted of both a saloon and a jail !
Janet caught Jamie to her with sud-
den feeling when this had been many
times repeated.
"Eh mannie," she exclaimed, "if ye
never get a cab in all yir days, ye ony-
way hae a feyther that always hes heid
enuch tae carry ye. Some o' the bairn's
feythers willna be able tae carry their-
sels come evenin'."
Ritchie would not be coming until
shortly before his usual time. He had
never seen the necessity of laying off
half a day, because his month's wage
was to be paid. It would be just be-
fore the sounding of the whistle that
Ritchie would appear at the office to
be welcomed by the cashier with :
"Here comes Mackentyre, last as
usual, but he'll carry away the weighti-
est envelope."
Something a little out of the ordi-
nary in the culinary line, by way of
celebration of the day, so occupied
Janet, that the whistle caught her un-
awares.
"Hoots, Jamie lad," she exclaimed,
"that's the whistle, an' here's mither
with the supper no' din. It's a wonder
feyther's no' here a'ready."
She lifted the babe from the cradle
as she spoke and went to the window.
As she looked, a boy, evidently from
the tipple, ran up the office steps and
went in. Gibson, the book-keeper, and
Bristol, the cashier, came out at once,
looked anxiously toward the mine, and
then straight across to the Macken-
tyre house.
Janet went to the door.
"Has Richard come in tonight, Mrs.
Mackentyre?" called Bristol.
"Is he no' at the affice?" called back
Janet.
Bristol turned without reply and
spoke a few words with the book-
keeper. The boy who stood on the
steps with them was evidently given
some direction, and he started on a run
down the road toward Starr. Gibson
left the porch and went at a rapid pace
up the hill to the tipple ; while Bristol,
after locking the office door, came
across the causeway to the village. He
turned the corner without coming as
far as the house ; and Janet, who had
waited, went back into the house, shut
the door, and sat down. She held
Jamie close to her. He was a hardy
little fellow, and did not cry, though
the pressing kept the color back from
his soft little cheek.
Presently one of the neighbor wo-
men came in through the back door.
Bristol had been a shrewd man when
he sent Mrs. Lukin. She came over to
Janet's chair.
"Why, yer a-holdin' that baby too
tight. Yere, let me hev him. Come ter
aunty, little man. La, I b'lieve some-
thin's burnin'. You'll spoil yer man's
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supper, Mis' Mackentyre, if you don't
look to it."
And then Janet relaxed her hold on
Jamie, with a great sob. Mrs. Lukin
took Jamie in one arm, and patted
Janet's shoulder with her free hand.
"There," she said gently, "you'd bet-
ter cry some. There hev been a cave-
in to the mine, but taint mebbe nothin'
serious. It hev blocked the way to
your man's room but it mightn't hev
caught him. I would try to feel he was
safe, leastwise till ye knowed better."
Bristol came in some time later. All
the miners at the camp had been set to
digging, and it was hoped a large force
would be got in from the other mines.
Unfortunately, pay-day was uniform
throughout the valley, and theie were
few miners of the Ritchie Mackentyre
stamp. Almost no responses of help
came in from the other mines, while the
Glen Jean's own men at Starr were
found incapable of service. It was,
moreover, unfortunate that the man-
ager and his bank-boss had been or-
dered before a meeting of the com-
pany's directors for a report on the
condition of the mine.
It was impossible to keep the state
of affairs from Janet, who watched
from the window all coming and go-
ing at the mine, even after the shadow
of the opposite mountain had long
turned everything to blackness. Some-
thing after nine the twinkling bobbing
lights of the miner's caps were seen
descending the hill.
"They're coomin' awa'," cried Janet.
"Dae ye think "
"Set still," commanded Mrs. Lukin,
"whilst f bring ye word."
It appeared that the digging, entirely
in slate, was so heavy that the men had
been compelled to abandon it for the
time 'through utter weariness. They
would return after a few hours' rest,
and it was hoped by that time other
help might be got in. The knowledge
that rescue work had been stopped,
even for the time, threw Janet into
despair.
"They dinna care," she moaned. "If
only Meester Murray or the bank-boss
were at home it wadna be sae."
"It aint Mr. Murray as could make
men work when they're dead tired,"
said Mrs. Lukin somewhat sharply,
for her own man was of the party;
"but as for the bank-boss it mightn't
hev happened if he'd been yere ter see
'at the props was right — Land, Mis'
Mackentyre, hev you turned faint?"
"I think I wull lie doon," said Janet
feebly.
"Shall I put the babe down beside
ye," asked Mrs. Lukin when Janet was
on the lounge. "There's an amazin'
heap o' comfort in his small body?"
"Na, na," cried Janet, "I dinna want
him. I dinna want tae see him at a' !"
she continued passionately. "I wad
like" — a moment later — "if ye wad
gang tae bed wi' him in the room yon-
ner."
"Well now," thought the good
neighbor, as she complied with the re-
quest; "folks is surely curious whenst
they hev trouble."
Alone, Janet turned to the wall in a
desolation that shut out from her heart
even the bairn of her own flesh. The
hardness of the words over the cab
had haunted her through the long
evening; but its peculiar significance
in relation to the accident had not be-
fore confronted her. It seemed prob-
able, nay certain, that Ritchie had
taken her at her word, and had risked
a long life for the saving ot minutes.
WEE JAMIE'S CAB
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Always with the hope that tiie crush ot
slate had not reached him, the awful
dreariness to Ritchie, shut away from
help and light, came to her, rilling her
heart with a pity that made her own
misery less evident. Many times had
Ritchie spoken of the depressing lone-
liness of those dark holes in the earth
to one in solitude.
Janet sat up suddenly, thanking God
who had directed her thoughts in these
channels. It had been only a short
time since Ritchie had spoken of being
startled, almost alarmed at first, by
hearing some one singing when he was
at work. Investigation showed that a
room had been worked in from another
passage until the two had come near
meeting. For the sake of strength,
the bank-boss had directed a change of
direction; "But I can hear him yet
when he gets tae loading," Ritchie had
said. "He a'ways sings, an' it's quite
heartening. Baily wad be a real good
fellow if it werena for the drink."
She was familiar with the workings
of the mine, and Ritchie had made a
sketch on the back of the almanac to
show her how the unusual occurrence
had come about. She brought the al-
manac to the light, and examined it
carefully, and then put it away in her
dress.
The loud breathing of Mrs. Lukin in
the adjoining room had long told her
that she watched alone. She took the
light and went cautiously into the shed.
Ritchie had always an extra cap and
oil about. When she had found what
she wanted she extinguished the light
and went out from the back.
Janet always insisted that the Lord
had led her, quite as surely as He had
the Israelites with the pillar of fire by
night, through the labyrinth of wind-
ings to drunken Hank Baily 's room-
It was at the end of the passage, as was
Ritchie's ; and the change of direction
spoken of by Ritchie was easily dis-
cerned.
She had gone bravely on but now
when she attempted to raise her voice
to find if she could get an answer, the
beating of her heart drowned the sound
of her voice, and she rested gaspingly
against the black wall until she could
still it a bit.
There was a murmur of sounds in
her ear. In an instant every sense was
alert. It was Ritchie, and he was re-
peating the twenty-third psalm —
'Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death, I will
fear no evil : for thou art with me ; — ' "
"Ay, Ritchie," she called, and her
voice rang clear as a bell, "hand tae the
Lord, an' we'll sune coom."
It was scarcely more than an hour
before Ritchie was in his own house,
and the doctor was there dressing the
foot that alone had suffered in the
cruel fall of slate. There was great re-
joicing at Janet's fortunate remem-
brance, and regretting that poor Baily
had been too drunk to give the infor-
mation before.
"I canna understand what caused
it." Ritchie was saying- the next day.
"I tapped the passage the whole way
as I went in, an' there wasna a fa'se
ring."
Janet knelt down by the couch and
caught her husband's hand. "Ritchie,
dae ye mean tae say ye didna grow
heedless o' the props aifter thae awfu
words o' mine?"
"Hoots, lass, did ye think I didna
ken ye better than that — it was some-
720 THEN!
thing ootside o' any power o' mine tae Janet raised her head. "Ritchie, if
stay, caused it. But I doot," and he ye hae forgiven those words o' mine,
stroked Janet's hair gently; "wi5 this dinna ever speak o' the cab again,
foot tae hinder, the cab mayna be When the lad has sic a feyther spaired
coomin' even next month." him — what dis he need o' a cab?"
Then!
By Christene W. Bullvvinkle.
CONTENT I'll be, if when asleep
And in that last repose,
Some little child will softly creep
And lay a pale wild rose
On me, in mem'ry of the time
When, sitting at my knee,
I sang for her a fairy's rhyme ;
Or, 'neath some lacy tree,
I charmed her ear with shepherd's tale
And legends of the sea.
Content I'll be, dear heart, if thou
Wilt say, when all alone
You sit beneath the apple-bough
And see the blossoms blown
Across your path in perfumed flight,
"Her songs were songs of cheer;
Where e'er she walked the way was bright,
Where she walked naught was drear."
And so, a-dream, I'll smile, I know,
If your dear voice I hear.
Westborough and Northborough
By Martha E. D. White
Illustrated from photographs by Mrs. O. W . Judd and others
"<0
NE generation shall
praise thy works to an-
other, and shall declare
thy mighty acts' — the
obvious import of which words is
this, that the people who live in
one age shall relate the works and
mighty acts of the Lord to their
posterity ; and so shall each succes-
sive generation do, throughout all
ages to the end of time." Thus did
the Rev. Peter Whitney expound the
text of his famous half-century ser-
mon, delivered to his people in North-
borough in 1796. "The works and
mighty acts of the Lord" included the
secular as well as the sacred relations
of the people, and to relate them was
to tell their history. Now at the end
of another century the old minister's
injunction is heard again ; and the
purpose of this article is to recall to
this generation the works of their
forefathers.
Sudbury had been settled eighteen
years when thirteen of her young
men, wearied of that "man-stifled
town," coveted the land beyond the
hills toward the sunset. These men
had "lived long in Sudbury," their
children were growing up, their cat-
tle were increased, and, in short, they
said, "Wee are so straightened that
wee cannot so comfortably subsist as
could be desired." The General
Court was evidentlv moved bv the
pent-up conditions and wide aspira-
tions of their petitioners, for it
granted them a territory "six miles
square, or its equivalent, under the
name of the Whipsufferadge Planta-
tion." Situated about thirty miles
west of Boston at the head waters of
the Sudbury and Assabet Rivers, this
plantation was then the extreme out-
post of civilization in the Massachu-
setts Bay territory. In 1660 the
original thirteen families had in-
creased to thirty-nine, and, having
demonstrated their ability to main-
tain a "preached gospel" in their
midst, the Plantation was incorpo-
rated as a town and named "Marl-
borow." Out of this wide domain
were to grow the "borough towns ;"
and although the mother town gave
to her offspring generously of her
abundance, yet it is she who has
"waxed exceeding," and to-day is an
active manufacturing city, while her
children are modest villages in the
midst of rich farming lands.
In the western part of the Whip-
sufferadge Grant the settlers found a
beautiful pond, surrounded by a broad,
fertile plain, with wooded foothills, on
its southern extremities. This pond was
Naggawoomcom, so called by the In-
dians, meaning "great pond." But
even before the "Marlborow" man
had been the General Court, and the
land around the pond had been set
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apart for President Chauncy of Har-
vard College. This was one of sev-
eral similar farms given to Mr.
Chauncy by the Court, which was
richer in lands than in money.
The surveyor's description of this
land is an interesting geographical
document. Dated August 18, 1659,
it reads: "Whereas John Stone and
Andrew Belcher were appointed to
lay out a farm for Mr. Charles
Chauncy, President of Harvard Col-
lege, we have gone and looked on a
place and there is taken up a tract of
land bounded in this manner: On the
east a little swampe, neare an Indian
wigwam, a plaine riming to a great
pond, and from thence to Assebeth
River, and this line is circular on the
north side, the south line runing cir-
cular to the South side of a piece of
meadow and so to continue till it
reach the said Assebeth River."
A college president is perforce a
wise man, and doubtless President
Chauncy could have found his farm,
guided by this description ; but there
is no evidence that he even looked for
it. A year later, having been "by
them repaid all his charges ex-
pended,'' he relinquished his title to
Marlborough ; an obvious trace of
his ownership still exists in the
name of the pond, which was thence-
forth called Chauncy. On the south-
erly slope of this pond grew up event-
ually a little settlement called Chaun-
cy Village. In 1688 it was of suffi-
cient importance to gain permission
from Marlborough to build another
meeting-house and maintain a minis-
ter, "if they found themselves able so
to do." Chauncy seems to have
doubted her ability, for she continued
"at a considerable distance from the
Place of publick Worship," and ill ac-
commodated, to attend it in Marl-
borow until 171 8, when "a plat of the
westerly part of Marlborough called
Chauncy" was "erected into a town-
ship" called Westborough. This was
Massachusetts's one hundredth town.
In the days of Indian occupation
Chauncy had been a border land be-
tween the Wramesitis and Nipmucks.
Hobomoc, then, as now, an uncanny
pond, was the home of their "Evil
Spirit." By another water course
they held their corn dance. Their
"great pond" smiled for them, and the
many rounded hills offered sightly
places for their wigwams. But pes-
tilence, wars, and civilization had re-
duced their numbers so that the first
settlers of Chauncy found only the
residuum of the tribes once so power-
ful. The tribal relations were prac-
tically destroyed, and the individuals
either joined one of the colonies of
praying Indians fostered by John
Eliot or lived in patriarchal sim-
plicity, a solitary Indian in an iso-
lated wigwam. In this manner old
David Monanaow was living as late
as 1737. Mr. Parkman then visited
him, and writes in his diary that
David "tells me he was 104 last In-
dian Harvest. Says the name of Bos-
ton was not Shawmut, but Shanwaw-
muck." What experiences had fallen
to the lot of this centenarian! He
had been with King Philip in his des-
perate attempt to win back the rights
of the red: men, and was one of the
marauding party that sacked Med-
field. After a term of imprisonment
he came back to live out his life, an
alien in the midst of his conquerors.
It is not necessary to be an Indian
apologist to see, in the swift, noise-
Lake Chauncy
less raids that brought desolation and
sorrow to the homes of the settlers,
a grim kind of justice. What he
could not effect by superiority and
strength he would undertake through
terrorism and treachery. From such
warfare the Chauncy settlers were
heavy sufferers. The episode that
had the most far-reaching results is
graphically told by the Rev. Peter
Whitney.
"On August 8, 1704, as several per-
sons were busy in spreading flax on a
plain about eighty rods from the
house of Mr. Thomas Rice, and a
number of boys with them, seven and
some say ten Indians suddenly
rushed down a wooded hill near by,
and knocking the least of the boys on
the head (Nahor, about five years old,
son of Mr. Edmund Rice, and the
first person ever buried in Westbor-
ough), they seized two, Asher and
Adonizah, sons of Mr. Thomas Rice
— the oldest about ten and the other
about eight years of age — and two
others, Silas and Timothy, sons of
Mr. Edmund Rice, above-named, of
about nine and seven years of age
and carried them away to Canada."
Asher, four years after, was re-
deemed ; Adonizah married and set-
tled in Canada ; but the two others
lived Indian lives. One of them,
years after, came back to Westbor-
ough under the imposing name of
Oughtsorongoughton ; and it appears
from the record of his visit that he
had become all that his name implies.
He was taken to see the place
"whence he was captivated," but he
had forgot his English tongue and
his memory of early days was very in-
distinct. This place "whence he was
captivated" has been the centre of
romance, as well as of history. The
site of Mr. Thomas Rice's old garri-
son house was later occupied by the
most imposing dwelling in Westbor-
ough, known for some years as the
Whitney Place. The grounds are de-
scribed by Mr. Howells in his novel,
"Annie Kilburn" : "The wall was
overhung there by a company of
magnificent elms which turned and
formed one side of the avenue lead-
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"Annie Kilburn" House
ing to the house. Their tops met and
mixed somewhat incongruously with
those of the stiff dark maples, which
Tiore densely shaded the other side
of the lane." Here Annie Kilburn
tried the problem of life, and her
ghost of fiction wrestles for suprem-
acy in the imagination with the
actors in the real tragedy enacted un-
der the summer sky two centuries
ago.
Westborough's first independent
town action was "to resolve to build a
meeting house forthwith the meeting
house to Be fourty foot long, and
thirty foot wide, and eighteen foot
Between Joints." From this act
stretches out during six years the
devious way of meeting-house build-
ing. In 1 718 the town meeting "re-
solves to put a place to vote to set ye
meeting House upon ;" and a site was
agreed upon about midway of the
town's area, near the present farm-
house of the Lyman School. The
next step in progress is marked
by the vote "to procuer Six Gallons
Rhum and a Barrell and half of Syder
for the raising the meeting house in
sd town." Even the good spirit en-
gendered by the raising did not ac-
celerate the haste of the builders.
Cautiously they proceeded to the
next decision, "to have an Alley Be-
tween ye men and women through ye
midel of the Mett house," and "to
sell the space to be improved for
Town Hall, Baptist Church and Soldiers' Monument, Westborough
Main Street, Westborough
pews." In 1723 the vote "to com-
pleate finishing the Meeting house"
is recorded ; and Westborough is
henceforth provided with her civil
and spiritual forum. During this
troublesome time of building the set-
tlers had not neglected to provide
themselves opportunities to enjoy a
"preached gospel." The Rev. David
Elmer had ministered to them to their
great dissatisfaction. He was never
ecclesiastically settled, but through
Catholic and Unitarian Churches, Westborough
High School, Westborough
his possession of the ministerial farm
he was enabled to stir the pool of
church harmony for several years.
He was finally deposed, and soon
after the completion of the meeting-
house the town settled their first
minister, the Rev. Ebenezer Park-
man.
Parkman is a significant name in
New England history. Ebeneezer
was in the fourth generation of colo-
nial Parkmans. Plis father, William,
was a deacon of the New North
Church in Boston. In Copp's Hill
"lyes buried the body of Mrs. Eliza-
beth Parkman, the virtuous and pious
consort of Mr. William Parkman."
Samuel Parkman was the minister's
twelfth son. He became a merchant
in Boston, famous alike for his
shrewdness in business and the gen-
erosity he showed toward the city.
In Faneuil Mall are preserved two of
his gilts to Boston, the portrait of
Peter Faneuil and the Stuart portrait
of Washington.* Francis Parkman,
the historian, was his grandson.
Breck Parkman, the eleventh child of
Ebeneezer, remained in Westbor-
ough, and from him have descended
all the local representatives of the
family. Breck had the first and for
many years the only store in West-
borough.
Ebeneezer Parkman was a youth of
twenty-three years, a recent g-raduatc
of Harvard College, and a bride-
groom, when he accepted his call to
Westborough, in 1724. His settle-
ment was to be 150 pounds and his
annual salary 80 pounds. Westbor-
ough had then twenty-seven families,
scattered over twice its present area.
Jt was a long day's journey from Bos-
ton, and the way difficult for any con-
veyance. Wild beasts and Indian
hostilities filled the settlers with ner-
vous alarms. Mr. Parkman reached
*See New England Magazine, August,
1899.
Along the Assabet
his parish the first time on horse-
back, and walked to the meeting-
house pistol in hand. These ap-
parently discouraging surroundings
might have been regarded as tem-
poral drawbacks at least ; but Mr.
Parkman had no eye for that side of
the question. His- own spiritual un-
worthiness seems to have been his
only consideration. Filled with the
sense of "my multiplied and heinous
Iniquities and particularly unprofit-
ableness under Ye means of Grace,
and Negligence and Sloth in ye Great
Business God has been pleased to
Employ me in," he prepared for "ye
awful time approaching."
During Mr. Parkman's long pas-
torate of fifty-eight years, he re-
mained the central imposing and im-
pelling figure of the town. He was
a stanch representative of the aristo-
cratic type of Puritan minister, and
Westborough under his guidance
placed her ecclesiastical before her
civil life, thus earning the title of
"Westborough, pious." Mr. Park-
man built his parsonage on the wind-
swept top of the present Lyman
School Hill, and in it centred the so-
cial, the spiritual, the intellectual life
of Westborough. The church rec-
ords, kept with much attention to
minute detail, show that Mr. Park-
man also kept the consciences of his
people, and over their personal sins
he sat in austere and absolute judg-
ment. Sixteen times he records in
red ink and large type the christening
of a tiny lad or lassie born to the
Parkman family. The hand drawn
in the margin, with its index finger
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WESTBOROUGH AND NORTHBOROUGH
singling out these particular and per-
gonal events, witnesses to the respect
which he felt for his holy office, and
also to a pardonable sense of his in-
dividual importance.
Early in life Mr. Parkman began to
keep his secular history in a record
called "Diurna, or the Remarkable
Transactions of Every Day," while
his soul history he confided to his
"Natalita." Many of these volumes
still exist. One volume of the "Diur-
na" has recently been published by
the Westborough Historical Society.
Its editor, Mrs. Harriette Forbes,
added copious foot-notes explana-
tory of persons and places, making of
the book a veritable gem of New Eng-
land history. The temptation to
quote from its pages is well-nigh irre-
sistible; but once entered upon that
narrative of "petty cares and econo-
mies, small jealousies and quarrels,"
there could be no turning away.
The serenity of ecclesiastical affairs
in Westborough remained unclouded
until about 1740. Then the settlers
of the north part of the township be-
gan a movement looking to the di-
vision of the parish. In 1744 Mr.
Parkman records: "A number of
North Side people met those of ye
South Side last night at Capt. Fay's
to gather subscriptions to a petition
to ye General Court that ye Town
may be divided. At ye same meeting
Eliezer Rice broke his legg by wrest-
ling with Silas Pratt." This irrele-
vantly recorded "break" typified the
disruption of the town. Northbor-
ough became a separate parish in
1744, and was incorporated two years
later.
As a result of this division, West-
borough's centre of population being
changed, a new church became neces-
sary and the village fathers decided
to build it "on the North Side of the
Country road where there is now a
Pine Bush grows, about twenty-five or
thirty rods easterly from the Burrying
Place in Said Precinct." The "Coun-
try road" is now Main Street ; and
the meeting-house remained standing
until a few years ago, under the name
of "The Old Arcade." Like its pred-
ecessor the new meeting-house was
guiltless of steeple and "culler." It
continued thus unadorned until 1801.
Mr. Samuel Parkman then gave the
town a bell, cast in the foundry of
Paul Revere ; a concession was made
to the pomps of life, the gift was ac-
cepted and the steeple built. This
bell now hangs in the belfry of the
Baptist Church, testifying weekly to
Paul Revere's honest workmanship.
Mr. Parkman soon followed the meet-
ing-house, building himself an impos-
ing house on the "Cuntry Road,"
whose timbers have thus far stanchly
withstood the onslaughts of time.
This house was thought to be some-
what vainglorious for a minister;
and Mr. Parkman concedes that there
is cause for criticism in the size of the
window frames, and he "would they
had been smaller." Happily they
were not, for the old minister needed
in the discouragement of the final
years of his pastorate all the cheer
that could be gained from wide win-
dows. With a divided people, a mul-
tiplied family and a depreciated cur-
rency, the temporal trials of his last
years were equalled only by the se-
renity of his spirit. He was a man
of God ; and the thought comes that
perhaps he was a little too much a
man of God to be in the highest de-
NORTHBOROUGH MEETING HOUSE
gree the benefactor of his community.
He died in 1782. His tomb in Me-
morial Cemetery is covered with a
horizontal slab bearing on its face an
epitaph so deeply engraved that gen-
erations of Westborough boys have
been unable to efface it. "He was a
learned, pious, good man full of the
Holy Ghost and faith unfeigned."
Mr. Parkman's death was followed
by troublous ecclesiastical times. His
successor, John Robinson, like "Jonn
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G. Robinson, he," in the "Biglow
Papers," meddled in politics, and de-
nounced the Democrats as "Knights
of the halter." This outrage on a
congregation largely made up of
Democrats settled his fate, and he
was soon succeeded by the Rev.
Elisha Rockwood. During Mr. Rock-
wood's ministry, in 1825, the town
ceased to act as an ecclesiastical
parish and entered upon its modern
era.
The Rev. Peter Whitney gives a
graphic description of Northbor-
ough's early parish experiences.
"The number of inhabitants was few
(but 38 families) and their abilities
small. They met with great diffi-
culties from without (the particulars
whereof we do not wish to perpet-
uate) and many difficulties from
within. Nevertheless, such was their
zeal in the cause in which they were
engaged, and such their ardent desire
to enjoy a preached gospel and divine
ordinances among themselves, that
they surmounted every obstacle
thrown in their way ; and the next
spring, on April 30, 1745, they
erected to the glory and for the wor-
ship of God this house in which we
are now assembled."
From 1746 to 1766, the Rev. James
Martin was satisfactorily their first
minister. Closely associated with him
in Northborough was a character
unique in New England's early life.
This was Mr. Judah Monis, known as
Rabbi Israel Monis in his youth, and
for many years instructor in Hebrew
at Harvard College. Mr. Monis was
some time converted from Judaism
to Christianity, as its epitaph in
the old Northborough cemetery has
it :
"A native branch of Jacob see,
Which once from off its olive broke,
Regrafted on the living tree,
Of the reviving sap partook."
A curious legacy keeps the mem-
ory of this man alive. He left in care
of the ministers of the First Church
in Salem, in Hingham, in Cambridge
and in Northborough a sum now
equivalent to $400, the income of
which was to be used to aid widows
of indigent clergymen. This fund
has survived the stress of financial
storms, and at present four people
are benefited by it. Northborough
showed Mr. Monis great honor, vot-
ing him a "foor seat below in the
meeting house." He in turn "left
something very honourable and gen-
erous to the Church," — "something"
being two silver cups.
The Rev- Peter Whitney succeeded
Mr. Martin in the ministry ; and his
pastorate continued for forty-nine
years. He was a valiant, doughty
man of stubborn principles and rigid
practices. His ''half-century ser-
mon" is an example of the best in
colonial sermon writing, and his His-
tory of Worcester County is a vol-
ume of unique value. He was also an
aggressive patriot. It is recalled that
he preached a sermon in which he
convicted King George of twenty-six
crimes. Many years after Mr. Whit-
ney's death his successor wrote of
him: "His mortal remains, and his
monument, and the remembrance of
his many virtues, are still with us."
The house in which Mr. Whitney
lived still stands, one of the oldest left
in the town.
But it was left for Dr. Joseph Allen
to make the abiding impression upon
the life and character of the North-
Peter Whitney Place, Northborough
borough people. Following Mr.
Whitney, his pastorate extended from
1816 to 1873; and all good things
seem to have come from this wise
man's influence. A humanitarian, a
"lover of flowers and of little chil-
dren," a planter of trees and modern
ideas, his influence brought about the
"golden age" of Northborough. Nor
was Dr. Allen's influence confined to
local affairs. In connection with his
wife, Miss Lucy Ware of Cambridge,
he began an early crusade against in-
temperance, directing his efforts par-
ticularly toward a movement to enlist
the clergy on the side of abstinence.
An interesting incident of their tem-
perance work in Northborough was
the re-naming of "Licor Hill." With
pomp and ceremony Mrs. Allen, ac-
companied by a party of school chil-
dren, climbed to the summit of the
hill and in a baptism of water re-
christened it with "the gentler name
of Assabet." Discouraged in an ef-
fort to win the Worcester Association
of Ministers to pledge themselves to
forego intoxicants, they turned their
attention to the practical problem of
relief for the pecuniary affairs of the
drinking man. Out of the study of
this problem Mrs. Allen conceived
the idea of a provident institution for
savings. In 1827 her idea — it was
hardly a plan — was confided to the
Worcester Association, and Dr. Ban-
croft, father of the historian, at that
time a Worcester minister, struck
with the practical side of Mrs. Allen's
suggestion, undertook to work it out.
The result was the Worcester County
Institution for Savings, reputed to be
the first institution of that character
in this country.
Dr. Allen founded a lyceum which
was for manv years the intellectual
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forum of Northborough. He also be-
came town historian and a very prom-
inent participant in the town govern-
ment. Early in his pastorate he
evinced signs of a change in faith. As
one who remembers him says, "he
loved everything too much to remain
a rigid Puritan." His growing lib-
eralism resulted in the withdrawal of
a portion of his congregation to found
the Evangelical Congregational So-
ciety, in 1832. The town ceased then
to be identical with the parish, and the
old meeting-house became Unitarian,
a character which it thenceforth main-
tained. In Westborough, under Mr.
Rockwood, the same ecclesiastical
change took place in 1825. It is an
interesting coincidence that the parish
churches of both towns should undergo
the same change in theological belief
and that the First Church in each in-
stance should become the conserver of
a liberal faith.
After these breaks in the solidarity
of evangelical institutions, other
changes soon followed. Already the
Baptists had created a following, and
in Westborough and Northborough
churches were built, and societies
formed, that are still doing valiant
service. The Methodists established
a church in Westborough in 1844.
The Catholic Church came with the
advent of a manufacturing population
to both villages. An interesting Epis-
copal mission has recently been estab-
lished in Westborough under the pat-
ronage of St. Mark's at Southborough.
This mission has attracted much atten-
tion from having ingeniously trans-
formed a stable into a well appointed
chapel. The "mission of the converted
stable" is not at all the irreverent title
that it might at first sight appear to be.
After theology the New England
man has ever considered education.
In these "borough towns" the consider-
ation was accorded the correct order,
but there seems to have been no alac-
rity in proceeding to take the next
step. In 1726 Westborough ap-
pointed a committee "to procure a
suitable schoolmaster to teach chil-
dren to Read, write and Sipher."
Dominie Townsend was provided, and
for thirteen years he taught those
difficult branches, receiving in pay-
ment thirty-five dollars a year, part of
the time paying for his "own diet."
There was to be no schoolhouse for
forty years, the school being held in
the mean time in private houses. Pro-
visions for a grammar school were
made in 1753, but after "presentation"
by the General Court the matter
lapsed, and nearly a century passed
before the grammar school became a
part of the school system. Ten years
later the first high school followed.
Northborough was somewhat more
aggressive in educational matters.
As early as 1779 several men who
wished broader facilities for their chil-
dren formed the "Seminary Associa-
tion," a kind of cooperative arrange-
ment which permitted the employ-
ment of a higher grade of teachers.
The lyceum, established and con-
tinued for years, afforded the best
type of University Extension work.
Libraries, perhaps not less impor-
tant than schools, have been long es-
tablished. In Northborough the
"Social Library" was begun by the
Rev. James Martin, and in 1793
greatly increased by young ladies who
sewed straw to earn one hundred dol-
lars with which to buy books. The
present carefully selected library is
Gale Library, Northborough
beautifully housed in a building given
by Cyrus Gale. In 1807 the nucleus
of Westborough's present library was
formed.
The church, the school, the library
— those institutions so lovingly cher-
ished and maintained, ofttimes with
difficulty, have been in a great degree
the nurseries of New England town
life. To tell again of their influence is
to rehearse a story that has been
heard whenever a New England town
has become articulate — the same
story, but with many differences ;
everywhere the same end has been
striven for, but nowhere have the
steps been identical.
To treat of the honorable military
and civic record of these towns ade-
quately would take one into a long
story of strong, simple, duty-doing
persons, accomplishing in a homely,
persistent spirit the feat of being true
citizens of a noble republic. The first
head of one of Mr. Parkman's ser-
mons, delivered during the French and
Indian War, prophesies that "God is
not o' mind to destroy the land of his
peculiar covenant people ;" and it is
evident that his hearers were eager
to keep Providence in that state of
mind. From all the "borough" places
valiant young men went forth to do
service for the king and gain the mili-
tary spirit soon to be of such value in
the Revolution. There was no disloy-
alty to Massachusetts when the time
for independent action came ; instead,
every movement to protect the rights
of the colonists was faithfully upheld,
and the quiet preparation for conflict
carried steadily on. Northboroug-h
showed the most aggressive spirit — a
spirit doubtless due to the fiery, patri-
otic sermons of Rev. Peter Whitney,
who was ill inclined to be ruled by a
"Sinful Monster." Nine months be-
fore the Boston Tea Party, the voting
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men of Northborough set the example
Boston was to follow. The Massa-
chusetts Gazette for February 17, 1773,
relates that "one day last week a
peddler was observed to go into a
Shrewsbury tavern with a bag of tea.
Information of which being had in
Northborough, a company of (young
men disguised as) Indians went from
the Great Swamp or thereabouts and
seized upon it, and committed it to the
flames in the road in front of said
tavern until it was entirely consumed."
On the nineteenth of April, North-
borough's company of fifty minute-
men, under command of Captain
Samuel Woods, had assembled to
hear a patriotic discourse by Mr.
Whitney. "The hurry of hoofs in the
village street" transformed tire wait-
ing company into active patriots, and
with hasty words of farewell and a last
pastoral blessing they were away to
Lexington. From Westborough also
before nightfall the march of the
minutemen had begun. Their prompt
action that day was fully continued
in the subsequent events of the Revo-
lution. Men, money, blankets — no
call was ever unheeded. In six
years Westborough enlisted 381 men,
among them Henry Marble, who
"enlisted for war or for life,"
fought in nearly every great bat-
tle of the war, achieving the rank of
lieutenant. From Northborough men
were sent in the same ratio ; and to
fill their empty places on the farm the
women and boys were ever ready. These
"borough towns" suffered severely
from the evils of a depreciated cur-
rency ; doubtless their being so entirely
farming communities increased their
liability to suffer from that cause. In
Westborough attempts were made to
control prices by legal enactments, the
price of beef being fixed at 2l/^d. per
pound, and corn 3s. 2d. per bushel.
They were soon to learn that inevitable
tendencies cannot thus be stayed. Three
years later corn was worth fifty dollars
a bushel, and beef four dollars a
pound.
In the Civil War the part played by
these towns was if possible even more
loyal and energetic. Northborough
furnished 140 men who saw active
service ; and Westborough, 337. Many
of these were left on the battlefields,
and others died in Southern prisons.
It is idle to undertake to speak of the
innumerable activites and sacrifices of
these towns. Theirs was a heroic, si-
lent service, loyally and reverently
held in the hearts of those who have
eome after them.
The institution of slavery had not
Deen unknown in Westborough. In
1737 Mr. Parkman bought a slave boy
in Boston. A year later he records:
"The sun of Maro's life is almost set."
The rigors of a New England winter
had been too severe for Maro.
Stephen Maynard, the wealthiest
farmer of the town, clung tenaciously
to his slaves. A heavy stone wall in-
closing the avenue that led to the old
house was built by them, and is per-
haps the last piece of slave labor per-
formed in Massachusetts.
Two state institutions have been lo-
cated in Westborough, thus adding to
her own life this wider connection
with the state. In 1846 the legislature
appropriated $10,000 to build a Re-
form School* for boys, and the site for
it was chosen on the beautiful north-
ern slope of Lake Chauncy. The
novel idea of reforming youthful citi-
*See New England Magazine, June, 1902.
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13=>
zens appealed so strongly to that wise
humanitarian, General Theodore Ly-
man, that he gave to this cause at va-
rious times, and in great fear lest his
beneficence should be known, $72,000.
To trace the history of this school
would be to relate the evolution that
has taken place in the policy the state
maintains toward juvenile offenders.
The buildings were partly destroyed
by fire in 1859, the work of one of the
inmates. This fire was the immediate
cause of the first attempt to classify
the boys according to their age and of-
fences, which has finally resulted in
the admirable system in use to-day.
In 1885 tne legislature transferred the
buildings then in use and the site for
use as an insane hospital, and moved
the school across the lake, building on
the hill which was the site of the first
meeting-house and parsonage. Not
till then was the name changed to the
Lyman Schools for Boys.
The Westborough Insane Hospi-
tal, a homoeopathic institution, was
opened to patients in 1886. The ad-
mirable system of this institution and
its high order of excellence need no
comment.
To speak adequately of the "daily
bread" side of these towns would re-
quire much more space than can here
be commanded ; for their industrial
career has been sadly complicated
and at times uncertain. The coming of
the Boston and Albany Railroad, which
passes through Westborough vil-
lage, gave the first impetus to
manufactures in these communities
other than those purely domestic, and
impressed upon that place the
character of a manufacturing village,
although its earlier characteristics
were not effaced. This union of the
two types makes the somewhat unu-
sual appearance of the village de-
scribed by Mr. Howells in "Annie
Kilburn":
"The railroad tracks crossed its
main street ; but the shops were all on
one side of therm with the work-peo-
ple's cottages andboardinghouses, and
on the other were the simple, square,
roomy old mansions, with their white
paint and their green blinds, varied
by the modern color and carpentry of
French roofed villas. The old houses
stood quite close to the street, with a
strip of narrow door-yard before
them ; the new ones affected a certain
depth of lawn, over which theL owners
personally pushed a clucking hand-
mower in the summer evenings after
tea. The fences had been taken away
from the new houses ; they generally
remained before the old ones, whose
inmates resented the ragged appear-
ance their absence gave the street."
In Annie Kilburn's time "over the
track" was social perdition, but this
aristocratic division has now been re-
moved by the re-location of the rail-
road tracks a quarter of a mile further
north, and Westborough's social life is
reduced again to a harmonious democ-
racy.
As early as 1828 Westborough be-
gan the manufacture of boots and
shoes, which has since been a constant
industry in the town. Straw sewing
as a domestic industry appeared dur-
ing the first half of the century. In
1863 the factory system was intro-
duced, and soon after the "windowy
bulk" of the present "straw shops"
appeared just north of the Boston and
Albany tracks, on Main Street. The
manufacture of sleighs and bicycles
has long been successfully carried on ;
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Chapin Residence, Chapinville
but bicycles "have had their day and
ceased to be," giving away, as is socio-
logically if not practically logical, to
the making of "locomobiles."
The Rev. Peter Whitney wrote that
in 1796 the fulling mill in Northbor-
ough annually treated some 7,000
yards of cloth, "the work being most
acceptable performed to the honor
and advantage of the town." He
further states that "great numbers of
people are drawn to Northborough
because of mills, forges and stores."
In her later years this activity has
been greatly lessened, and the aban-
doned mills are all that remain of her
former industrial period. Large mills
manufacturing satinet, located in
Chapinville, still afford employment
to a portion of the population.
Notwithstanding the various indus-
tries that have appeared in these "bor-
ough towns," they are still farming
communities, as they were in their
beginnings. At least the land is still
the principal and the stable source of
their wealth. But it is from the char-
acter and personality of their citizens
that they have enjoyed the best degree
of wealth, a competency — not a com-
petency that merely enables one to
get along easily, but with a generous
margin ever ready to be used in the
service of state and nation. "Old
families" have persisted surprisingly,
particularly in Westborough, the
same names and faces constantly ap-
pearing in local affairs.
Northborough has furnished one
governor to Massachusetts, "Hon-
est" John Davis. He served the state
two terms in the fifties. The Davis
family was a pioneer family ; the men
it produced were strong, muscular,
clear headed, men of power and great
personal distinction.
The Gale family came into special
prominence in early abolition days.
Captain Cyrus Gale drew up the first
call for the convention that resulted
in the Free Soil party. Its signers
included several Northborough men.
This circumstance testifies again to
the powers of leadership possessed
by these people, and perhaps marks
The Wesson Place, Northborough
Dr. Ball's House, Northborough
the difference between Northborough
and the other "borough towns."
They followed suggestions ; North-
borough initiated methods.
The Allen family has been and is
famous in the educational annals of
New England. Dr. Joseph Allen for
many years tutored recalcitrant boys
in his home. If the bad boy truly
makes the brave man, Dr. Allen's
mark must be on many a man who is
making our present history.
Old Dr. Ball, Northborough's first
medical practitioner, was an inter-
esting character, who impressed his
personality in no slight degree upon
his contemporaries. When asked
why he put so many different things
into a prescription, he answered: "If
you are going to shoot a bird, you use
plenty of shot."
Of the Westborough men who
have made great names for them-
selves, Eli Whitney of cotton-gin
fame, is preeminent.* On his ma-
See New England Magazine, May, 1890.
ternal side he descended from a first
settler, John Fay. The farmhouse
where he was born in 1765 was on a
road toward Grafton, a mile or more
from the centre of the town, now
known as Eli Whitney Street. Noth-
ing remains of the old house. In
Memorial Cemetery the Whitney
monument marks the graves of his
parents. Eli passed his youth in
Westborough, going elsewhere for
his education ; and subsequently
Westborough knew him only as a
visitor.
The Brigham family has especial
claims to "honorable mention." Da-
vid Brigham signed the First Church
covenant. His grandson, Elijah, bet-
ter known as "Judge" Brigham, took
an active part in public affairs, serv-
ing as selectman, member of the legis-
lature, state senator, and later as
judge of the Court of Common Pleas
for sixteen years. No generation
since the "Judge's" day has been
without its representative Brigham.
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Westborough's first physician was
Dr. Hawes. The house he built for
himself still stands on East Main
Street. He was a faithful practi-
tioner, faithful to his one treatment,
"visit and venesection." He served
the town for many years as justice of
the peace and town clerk, and was
prominent in Revolutionary matters.
These few names might be aug-
mented by many more, thus making a
chronicle of faithful servitors and well
doers that would bring prideful mem-
ories to the hearts of all who love the
indigenous man of New England.
Civic, social, and industrial movements
come and go, but much of the primi-
tive man remains. In this fact rests
the hope of our institutions.
I like to entertain the idea that on
fine moonlight nights Parsons Park-
man and Whitney mount their steeds
for a gentle amble over the hills and
through the valleys they loved so well.
Mr Parkman would see in the chim-
neys and smoke of factories the bless-
ing of God upon his chosen people
whom He desired exceedingly to pros-
per. Mr. Whitney might grieve that
Northborough had been seemingly
left behind in the race toward riches,
and he would look longingly for the in-
dependent creative spirit he had known.
Perhaps in those shining steel rails
that stretch out to the "new town of
Worcester" and the "ancient town of
Marlborow" and around to Southbor-
ough and Westborough, he would
see the dawning of a new era — an era
in which electricity will bind again
together the "borough towns," as
formerly they were bound by ties of
love and common needs.
The Good Queen
By Charles Hanson Towne
PALE ruler of the heavens, with lavish hand,
The spendthrift moon arose,
And spilt her silver out across the land,
Alike on friends and foes.
A Cape: Cod Roadway
Cape Cod Folks
By Clifton Johnson
With Illustrations by the Author
IT was densely dark when I ar-
rived at Yarmouth one October
evening. Viewed from the plat-
form of the railway station the
world about was a void of inky gloom.
"If you're looking for the town,"
said a man at my elbow, "you'll find it
over in that direction ;" and he pointed
with his finger. "You follow the road,
and turn to the right when you've gone
half a mile or so, and that'll take you
straight into the village."
"But I don't see any road," said T.
"Well, it goes around the corner of
that little shed over thar that the light
from the deoot shines on."
"And how far is it to a hotel?"
"We ain't got no hotel in this place;
but Mr. Sutton, two houses beyond the
post office, he keeps people and I guess
he'll take you in all right."
I trudged off along the vague high-
way, and at length reached the town
street, a narrow thoroughfare solidly
overarched by trees. Dwellings were
numerous on either side, and lights
glowed through curtained windows.
How snug those silent houses looked ;
and how cheerless seemed the outer
darkness and the empty street to the
homeless stranger ! T lost no time in
hunting up Mr. Sutton's, and the shel-
Mowing on the Salt Meadows
ter he granted brought a very welcome
sense of relief.
When I explored Yarmouth the
next day, I found it the most atten-
uated town I had ever seen. The
houses nearly all elbowed each other
for a distance of two or three miles
close along a single slender roadway.
Very few dwellings ventured aside
from this double column. Apparently
no other situation was orthodox, and
I suppose the families which lived off
from this one street must have sacri-
ficed their social standing in so doing.
Yarmouth was settled in 1639 and
is the oldest town on the Cape. Its in-
habitants in the past have been famous
sea-faring folk, and fifty years ago al-
most every other house was the domi-
cile of a retired sea-captain, and in the
days of the sailing vessels the Yar-
mouth men voyaged the world over.
A certain class of them went before the
mast, but the majority were ship's offi-
cers. A goodly number of the latter
amassed wealth in the Tndia and China
trade. This wealth has descended in
many instances still intact to the gen-
eration of today, and accounts for the
town's air of easy-going comfort. But
fortunes are no more drawn from the
old source, and at present the ambitious
youth who aspires to riches turns his
eyes cityward. The sea has ceased to
promise a bonanza. Even the local fish-
ing industry is wholly dead, though it
is only a few decades since the town
had quite a mackerel fleet ; but the little
craft are all gone now, and nothing
remains of the old wharves save some
straggling lines of black and broken
piles reaching out across the broad
marshes that lie between the long
street and the salt water.
These marshes are of rather more
economic importance to modern Yar-
mouth than the sea itself ; for grass
and rank sedges cover them and fur-
nish a considerable proportion of the
hay that is harvested. I liked to loiter
on these wet levels and watch the
men swine their scythes. T noticed
CAPE COD FOLKS
741
that they left untouched the coarse
grass that grew on the strips of sand.
"That's beach grass," said one of the
mowers with whom I talked. "The
stock won't eat that, nor any other
creatures won't eat it that I know of
except skunks. Thar's plenty of them
chaps along the shore on these ma'shes
Me 'n' my dog kitch a lot of 'em here
every winter."
The route back to the town from the
marsh on which this skunk hunter was
at work led across a low ridge of stony
pasture-land where the blackberry
vines displayed their ruddy autumn
foliage and brightened the earth like
flashes of flame. A most beautiful lit-
tle lane threaded along the crest of the
ridge. It was only about a dozen feet
broad, and was hemmed in by stone
walls overgrown with bushes among
which rose an occasional tree. The
paths trodden by the cows' hoofs wan-
dered irregularly along, avoiding ob-
structions, and, as a rule, followed the
line of the least resistance. There
was, however, now and then, a deflec-
tion which the cattle had made pur-
posely toward the thickest of the bor-
dering brush, intent on crowding up
against the twigs to rid themselves of
flies. How shadowy and protected
and pastoral the lane was ! I envied
the boys who drove the cows and thus
had the chance to make a daily re-
newed acquaintance with its arboreal
seclusion.
Not far from where the lane
emerged on the village street stood a
dwelling that I looked at with interest
every time I passed. It was a low and
primitive structure, and behind it was
a little barn surmounted by a sword-
fish weather-vane. Sword-fish, or ships,
I observed, were the favorite vanes
everywhere for Cape Cod outbuildings.
The attraction of this home with its
serious air of repose under the shadow-
ing trees, grew, until one day I ven-
tured into the yard. Near the barn a
gray-bearded ancient had just hitched
a venerable horse into a wagon, and
was preparing to grease the vehicle's
wheels. I spoke with him, and after
some preliminaries said, "It appears
to me that you have about the oldest
house in town."
He gave me a sudden look of sur-
prise out of the corner of his eyes, the
purport of which I did not at the mo-
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ment understand, and then went on
with his work. "Ye-ye-yes," he re-
plied in his hasty, stammering way ;
for his thoughts seemed to start ahead
of his tongue, and the latter gained
control with difficulty. "Ye-ye-yes,
he is old, but he's a good hoss yet !"
"Oh, I didn't say horse," I remark-
ed quickly, 4T was speaking of your
house."
"My h-h-h-h-house, hm-m-m ! That
— that's one of the old settlers. Must
be two hundred year old ; and do you
see that pear tree thar with the piece
of zinc nailed over the bad place in the
trunk, and the iron bands around up
where the branches begin, so't they
wont split off? I s'pose that pear tree's
as old as the house."
"What kind is it?"
"It-it-it it's wha-what we call the
old-fashioned button pear. Uncle
Peter Thacher that had this place years
ago used to pick up the pears and sell
'em to the boys for a cent apiece. They
ain't much larger' n wa'nuts. They're
kind of a mealy kind of pear, you
know — very good when they first drop
off, but they rot pretty quick."
The man had finished applying the
wheel-grease now, and he clambered
into the wagon and drove off, while I
walked on. I passed entirely through
the village into a half-wild region be-
yond, where much of the land was
covered by a dense pine wood. There
were occasional farm clearings; but I
noticed thai the houses of this outly-
ing district were generally vacant. Op-
oosite one of the deserted homes was
n corn-field thai attracted my atten-
tion because the tons of the cornstalks
nan been cu1 <>f( and carted away, and
the ears left on the stubs to ripen. This
was a common wav of treating corn
years ago, but is seldom seen now.
Here and there in the field were scare-
crows,— sometimes an old coat and
hat hoisted on a stake ; sometimes a
pole with a fluttering rag at the top
and, suspended a little lower down on
the same pole, a couple of rusty tin
cans that rattled together dubiously in
the breeze. As I was leaning over the
roadside wall contemplating this corn-
field, a man came along and accosted
me, and I improved the opportunity to
ask him why so many of the houses of
the neigborhood were unoccupied.
"Wal," said he, "people don't like to
live outside o' the villages nowadays.
Sence the fishin' give out. the young
folks all go off to get work, and they
settle somewhar else, and the old folks
move into the towns. In this house
across the road, though, an old woman
lived, and she died thar two years
ago. She was kind o' queer, and some
£
The Cranberry Pickers
say she wa'n't a woman at all. She
wore women's clothes, but she had a
beard and shaved every mornin', and
her hair was cut short, and she carried
on the farm and did the work just like
a man."
My acquaintance spit meditatively
and then inquired, "Have you seen
Hog Island?"
"No," I responded.
"You'd ought to. . It ain't fur from
to'ther end of Yarmouth village. You
go down the lane along the creek thar
and ask the way of Jimmy Holton that
lives by the bridge. He'll tell you.
It aint really an island, but a bunch o'
trees in a little ma'sh, and they grow
so't if you see 'em from the right place
they look just like a hog — snout, tail,
and all."
The man had in his hand a large
scoop with a row of long wooden
teeth projecting from its base. This is
the kind of implement used in gather-
ing most of the Cape Cod cranberries,
and the man was on his way to a berry
patch he cultivated in a boggy hollow
not far distant. I accompanied him
and found his wife and children on
their knees each armed with a scoop
with which they were industriously
scratching through the low mat of
vines. Where they had not yet picked,
the little vines were twinkled all over
with ripe berries — genuine autumn
fruit, waxen-skinned, ruddy hued, and
acid to the tongue — as if the atmos-
pheric tartness and coolness had
helped the sun to dye and flavor them.
The bog was not at all wild. In
preparing it for cranberry culture it
had been thoroughly tamed. Brush
and stumps had been cleared off and
the turf removed. Then it had been
leveled and coated with a layer of
sand. It was encompassed and more
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On the Borders of a Cranberry Bog
or less cut across by ditches ; and, in
the process of clearing, steep banks
had been heaved up around the bor-
ders.
"Cranberries are a great thing for
the Cape," said my friend. "They're
the best crop we have, but it's only late
years we've gone into 'em. When I
was a boy, the only cranberries we
used to have was a little sort that
growed in the bogs wild ; and we never
thought nothin' o' dreanin' the marshes
and goin' into the business the way we
do now.
"My bog aint first class. A man's
got to put a lot o' work into raisin'
cranberries to do the thing just right;
and when you only got a small bog you
kind o' neglect it. There's one bog
about a mile from here that's got six-
teen acres in it, and they're always
tendin' to it in one way and another
the year around. They keep it clean
of weeds, and if there's any sign of
fire-bug they steep tobacco and spray
the vines. If there's a dry spell they
rise the water, though that don't do as
much good as it might. You c'n water
a plant all you want to, but waterin'
won't take the place o' rain.
"Pretty soon after we finish pickin'
we flood the bogs, and they stay flood-
ed all winter, if the mushrats don't dig
through the banks. The water keeps
the plants from freezin', and seems to
kind o' fertilize them at the same time.
The ponds make grand skatin'-places.
They freeze over solid — no weak spots
— and they aint deep enough to be dan-
gerous, even if you was to break
through."
This man's statement as to the im-
portance of cranberry culture to the
dwellers on the Cape was in no wise
exaggerated. When I continued my
journeyings later to the far end of the
peninsula I saw reclaimed berry bogs
innumerable. There was scarcely a
swampy depression anywhere but that
had been ditched and dyked and the
body of it layed off as smooth as a
floor and planted to cranberries. The
pickers were hard at work — only two
or three of them on some bogs, and on
others a motley score or more. It
seemed as if the task engaged the en-
tire population irrespective of age and
sex ; and the picking scenes were
greatly brightened by the presence of
the women in their calico gowns and
sunbonnets or broad-brimmed straw
hats. Often the bogs were far enough
from home so that the workers carried
their dinners and made the labor an all-
day picnic, though I thought the
crouching position must grow rather
wearisome after a time.
Aside from the fertile and productive
bogs the aspect of the Cape was apt to
be monotonous and sombre. The cul-
tivated fields appeared meagre and un-
thrifty, the pastures were thin-grassed
and growing up to brush, and, more
predominant than anything else in the
landscape, were the great tracts of
scrubby woodland covered with dwarf-
ed pines and oaks, often fire-ravaged,
and never a tree in them of respectable
size. Ponds and lakes were frequent.
So were the inlets from the sea with
their borderings of salt marsh ; indeed,
the raggedness of the shore line was
suggestive of a constant struggle be-
tween the ocean and the continent for
the possession of this slender ou' reach
of the New England coast. The buf-
feting of the fierce sea winds was evi-
dent in the upheave of the sand dunes
and the landward tilt of the exposed
trees, which had a very human look of
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Provincetown Wharf
trying to flee
fear and seemed to be
from the persecuting gales, but to be
retarded by laggard feet.
At the tip of the Cape is Province-
town snugged along the shore, with
steep protecting hills at its back. It
is a town that has an ancient, old-
world look due to its narrow streets
with houses and stores and little shops
crowded close along the walks. It is
a fishy place, odorous of the sea, and
the waterside is lined with gray fish-
shanties and store-houses. Many spin-
dle-legged wharves reach out across
the beach, and there are dories and
small sailing-craft in and about tne
harbor, and always a number of
schooners, and occasionally a larger
vessel.
The inhabitants love the sea, or else
are involuntarily fascinated by it. They
delight to loiter on the wharves and
beach, and to sit and look out on old
ocean's wrinkled surface and contem-
plate its hazy mystery. One would
fancy they thought it replete with ben-
eficent possibilities and that they were
willing lingerers dreamily expecting
something fortunate or fateful would
heave into view from beyond the dim
horizon. The children seek the beach
as assiduously as their elders. It is
their playground, their newspaper.
They poke about the wharves strewn
with barrels and boxes, spars, chains,
ropes, anchors, etc. ; they find treas-
ures in the litter that gathers on the
sands ; they dig clams on the mud flats ;
they race and tumble, and they learn
all that is going on in the shipping.
The most exciting event while I was
in town was an unexpected catch of
squids in the harbor. Squids are the
favorite bait of the cod fishermen, but
at Provincetown there is rarely a
chance to get this bait so late in the
year. The squids sought the deep-
est portion of the bay, and a
little fleet of small boats collected
above and captured them by the barrel.
( )ne mid-day I stood watching the
boats from a wharf. Two men who
had come on to the wharf soon after I
did were regarding the scene from near
by. "It's queer how them squids hang
in that hole thar," said one of the men.
"They bring a good price for cod
bait, I believe," said I.
"Yes. Willie Scott that lives next
door to me he made seven dollars this
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Overhauling the Fishing Tackle
mornin' and he has gone out again. I'll
bet his eyes are full of squid juice this
minute. The squids don't trouble
much that way, but they'll flip up a
smeller (that's what we call their
arms) and give you a dose once in a
while spite of all you can do. It makes
your eyes sting, but it don't last long."
"How large are the squids?" I asked.
"Oh, they're small — not much,
more'n a foot and a- half, smellers and
all."
The other man now spoke. He was
short and dark, had rings in his ears,
and his accent was decidedly foreign.
"Cap'n Benson," said he to his com-
panion, "I seen the butt end of a squid
smeller big as this barrel what I'm
settin' on."
Cap'n Benson puffed a few times
judiciously at his pipe. "Yes," he ac-
knowledged presently, "there's a good
many kinds of squids, and they do
kitch 'em large enough so one'll last a
cod schooner for bait a whole v'yage.
We only git a little kind here."
The wharf we were on was nearly
covered with racks on which a great
quantity of salted codfish had been
spread to dry, and "Cap'n" Benson in-
formed me there was plenty more fish
awaiting curing in the hold of a slen-
der-masted vessel that lay alongside
the wharf.
"She's a Grand-Banker," he con-
tinued, indicating the vessel. "We
aint got but six Grand-Bankers now,
and only fifteen fresh fishermen. The
fresh fishermen yon know don't go
farther 'n the Georges and the West
Banks. Forty years ago we had two
hundred fishing schooners in the town
and we had sixty-seven whale ships
where now we got only three. Prov-
incetown is played out. This mornin5
me and this man with me didn't have
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but one hour's work, and we won't
have over two hours this afternoon.
How you goin' to make a livin' at
twenty cents an hour with things goin'
on that way? Forty years ago you
couldn't get enough men at three dol-
lars and a half a day."
The man with the earrings had
picked up a piece of shell and was at-
tempting to drop it from the height of
his shoulder through a crack in the
wharf. He failed to accomplish his
purpose though he tried again and
again.
"Mr. Klunn, if you want to drop
that shell through thar, just men-
tion the minister," advised "Cap'n"
Benson.
He had hardly spoken when Mr.
Klunn let the shell fall, and it slipped
straight through the crack. "By God-
frey!" exclaimed the Cap'n, "I did it
for you. I never known that to fail.
When I been whaling, and we was
cuttin' up a whale, you couldn't
sometimes strike a j'int. You'd try
and try and you couldn't strike it, and
then you'd stop and say, 'Minister!'
and it was done already — you'd hit it
right off."
"I seen a whale heave up a shark
the half as big as a dory," remarked
Mr. Klunn after a pause.
"To be sure," the "Cap'n" comment-
ed. "Howsomever there's people say
a whale can't take nothin' bigger'n a
man's hand ; but I guess that's after
he's been eatin' and had all he wanted.
"By gosh ! a whale got a swallow so
big enough, if he hungry, he swallow
a man easy," Mr. Klunn declared.
"Some people ain't believe about Jo-
nah, but thev believe if they seen as
much whales that T have."
"I'm thinkin' about them squids,"
Provincetown Street
Cap'n Benson said as he shook his pipe
free from ashes and slipped it into the
pocket of his jacket. "I guess when
the tide comes in to-night I'll haul out
my boat and see if I can't get some of
'em."
"I aint had no boat sence the big
storm," observed the man with ear-
rings.
"What storm was that?" I in-
quired.
"It was when the Portland went
down in November, 1899," explained
"Cap'n Benson. We had a awful time,
— wharves smashed, boat houses car-
ried off, and vessels wrecked. It begun
to blow in the night. Fust thing I
knowed of it was my chimley comin'
down."
"I was sick that time," said the ear-
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"The doctor had to give
me murphine pills. I was in bed two
three days, and I lose 187 dollars by
the storm. You remember that schoon-
er, Cap'n Benson, what the two old
mens were drownded on ?"
"Oh, I remember — washed over-
board out here in the harbor, and the
wind took the schooner bang up agin a
wharf, and the Cap'n, he made a jump
and landed all right ; and he never
stopped to look behind to see what be-
come of the vessel nor nobody. He
run up into the town and he took the
next train for California."
"Yas, that's true," Mr. Klunn af-
firmed.
Later, while stopping over night at
a Truro farmhouse a few miles back on
the Cape, I heard more of the great
storm. "Thar was three days of it,"
said my landlady, "startin' on Satur-
day. It thundered and lightened on
Sunday and it snowed Monday. Ev-
erythin' that wa'n't good'n strong was
blowed down. It blowed the shed off
the end of our house, and it blowed a
window in upstairs, and it blowed the
saddle board off the roof and some o'
the shingles. We had the highest tide
we've ever had and there was places
where the sea-water come across the
roads. Monday the bodies begun to
be washed ashore from the Portland,
and they kept comin' in for two
weeks."
Truro is a scattered little country
place. Its homes dot every protect-
ed hollow. The only buildings that
seemed independent of the smiting of
the winter blasts were the town hall
and the Baptist, Methodist, and Cath-
olic churches. These stood in a group
on a bare, bleak hilltop. The church-
yards were thickly set with graves, and
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Village Watchmaker's Sign
among the stones grew little tangles
of sumachs and other bushes, but the
sandy height had not a single tree.
On this hill, years ago, stood still
another public institution — a windmill.
"It sot high up thar sot it was in sight
all over town," said my landlady.
"You could see the miller puttin' the
sails on the arms, and then when they
got to turnin' we'd know which way
the wind blowed. But some days there
wouldn't be no wind, and the sails
might hang there and not turn the
whole day long. We used to raise this
yaller Injun corn then a good deal
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more'n we do now on the Cape, and
we raised rye, and we'd take the grain
to the mill to grind. You can't buy no
such corn meal or rye meal now as we
used to get from that old mill. We e't
hasty pudding them days, and it used
to be so nice ! and we had Johnny-
cake and hasty-pudding bread."
"Hasty-pudding bread — what's
that?" I asked.
"It was made by putting some of the
hasty-pudding into flour and mixing
'em up into dough together. We didn't
have yeast then like we use now. In-
stead o' that we had what we called
'emptyinV that I s'pose come from
dregs of beer or other liquor got some-
time at a distillery ; but they kep' emp-
tying fermentin' to use makin' bread
at every farmhouse, and if yourn run
out you could always get some at the
neighbor's to start again. We'd stir
up the dough and set it behind the
stove to rise, and our emptyin's bread
would be light as could be."
Of the churches on the hill the Cath-
olic was the newest. It was a little
shed of a building with a gilt cross
surmounting the front gable. The at-
tendants were chiefly Portuguese, the
nationality which at present constitutes
the great majority of the coast fisher-
folk. Most of the fishing is done in
rowboats, and the fish are caught in
nets fastened to lines of stakes off
shore. These fish-traps, as they are
called, arc visited daily. The crew of
a row boat usually consists of a "Cap'n"
who is pretty sure to be a Yankee, and
seven men who are likely to be all
Portuguese. Truro had four rowboats
thus manned. They started out at
three in the morning and returned any-
where from noon to eight in the even-
ins:.
"It's hard work," explained my land-
lady, "and the Yankee men don't take
up fishin' late years the way they did.
I reckon they c'n make more money
farmin'."
I wondered at this. The sandy soil
did not look productive, and yet the
houses, as a rule, were painted and in
good repair and conveyed a pleasing
impression of prosperity. The people
with whom I talked seemed to be sat-
isfied. "We git good crops," said a
farmer I questioned about agricultural
affairs. "We c'n raise most all kinds
o' vegetables in the hollers, and good
grass, too, though our heaviest crops
o' grass we git off'n the marshes. The
cows like satt hay fully as well as they
do fresh hay, and they like sedge best
of all, because its sweet ; but you have
to be careful about feedin' 'em too
much of it, or the milk'll taste. Of
course we got plenty o' pasture on the
higher ground and plenty o' timber
sich as 'tis. The trees don't flourish,
though, and you won't find many that
are much bigger'n your leg. This is a
great country for wild berries, — blue-
berries, blackberries, and huckleberries.
Our Portuguese here — land ! they git
half their livin' in the woods. Besides
berries there's beach plums and wild
cherries. But the cherries we don't
use for common eatin'. We put 'em
up in molasses and they kind o' wrork
and are good to take for the stomach
and the like o' that."
I climbed over the hills round about
Truro and tramped the sandy, deeply-
rutted roads faithfully. It was w^eary
work to one used to solid earth. Such
lagging progress ! I could never get a
good grip with my feet and slipped a
little backward every time I took a
step forward. Except along the water-"
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courses nature's growths never at-
tained the least exuberance. The grass
on the slopes and uplands was very
thin, and with the waning of the sea-
son much of it had become wispy and
withered. It was mingled with gold-
enrod and asters that hugged the earth
on such short, stunted stems as to be
hardly recognizable.
The landscape, as viewed from a
height, had a curiously unstable look.
Its form had not been moulded by at-
trition, but the soil had been blown
into vast billows that had the appear-
ance of a troubled sea whose waves
were on the point of advancing and
overwhelming the habitations and all
the green growing things in the vales.
Some of the dunes really do advance,
and the state has been obliged to make
appropriations and devise means for
checking their depredations. The work
has chiefly been accomplished with the
aid of beach grass. This has an affil-
iation for sand, and you can stick one
of its coarse wiry tufts in anywhere
and it will grow. It only needs to be
methodically planted, and the shifting
dunes are fast bound and the winds
asail them in vain.
Some 01 the characteristics of this
beach grass seem also to be characteris-
tics of the people of the Cape. They
have the same hardinesss and endur-
ance, and, like the beach grass, have
adapted themselves to. their environ-
ment and thrive where most would
fail. With its omnipresent sand and
dwarf woods, the Cape, as I saw it at
the fag end of the year, appeared rather
A Lone Picker
dreaiw, but the prosperous look of the
homes was very cheering. These are
nearly all owned free from debt, and
that nightmare of the agriculturists
in so many parts of New England — a
mortgage — is, happily, almost un-
known among the Cape Cod folks.
Note Counterfeiter's Workshop
The Secret Service
By W. Herman Moran
IVILIZED governments
the
I world over maintain, as es-
V^_ y seritial adjuncts, corps of
trained investigators to cope
with violators of the National or
Federal laws. Under foreign govern-
ments this work is centralized — sur-
veillance over criminals of every class
being exacted of the one bureau —
while in this country independent or-
ganizations, employing experts in the
detection of specific offenses, are at-
tached to the several executive depart-
ments. The effectiveness of this plan
o\ pitting specialist against specialist
has been satisfactorily demonstrated.
Though the operation of all these bu-
reaus arc secret, but one such organi-
zation is entitled to the official desig-
nation "Secret Service" — a permanent
and valuable branch of the Treasury
Department, charged with the duty of
keeping Uncle Sam's money clean
from imitation.
Counterfeiting money is not original
with this generation. Man's cupidity
induced this crime in America as early
as 1752 ; yet it does not appear to have
become sufficiently prevalent to require
recognition by the Government until
i860, when Congress appropriated ten
thousand dollars for its suppression,
to be expended under the direction of
the Secretary of the Treasury. This
sum was doled out as rewards to pri-
vate detectives, municipal officers, and
Note Counterfeiter's Workshop— Engraver's Room
others instrumental in bringing to trial
and punishment persons engaged in
bogus money making. A similar course
was pursued for several years. Mean-
while the Government was forced to
issue paper money, or "Greenbacks,"
to meet the extraordinary expenses in-
cident to the Civil War, and tnese notes
were being counterfeited to such an
alarming extent, it was realized that
measures more effective must be em-
ployed. To that end, in Julv. 1864,
the regular appropriation was in-
creased to $100,000, and with this the
Solicitor of the Treasury, who had
been charged with the supervision and
direction of the work, gathered about
him a corps of men experienced in
criminal investigations to be entrusted
with the task of suppressing this out-
put of spurious currency. So success-
fully did this plan operate that it re-
sulted in the establishment of a per-
manent bureau to be thereafter known
as the "Secret Service." Information
as to the personnel and operations of
this service is carefully guarded
against publicity, a precaution to which
much of its effectiveness is attributa-
ble.
The United States is divided into
twenty-seven Secret Service districts,
each in charge of an operative who has
under his direction as many assistants
as the criminal activity of his section
demands. A written daily report, cov-
ering operations for twenty-four hours,
is exacted of every operative. Many
fascinating stories are contained in the
bound volumes of these reports filed in
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Coin Counterfeiter's Workshop
Heavy Press for Minting Quarters
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the Chief's office at Washington, and
the collection of photographs in the
service "Rogues Gallery" would afford
phrenologists and physiognomists am-
ple opportunity to test their power.
It is not expected that the crime of
counterfeiting will ever be wholly sup-
pressed, but the Government depends
upon the Secret Service to reduce it
to a minimum, and, in its thirty-six
years existence, this bureau has hand-
led more than twenty thousand spuri-
ous money makers and distributors.
The development of modern proc-
esses of photo-lithography, photo-
gravure, and etching has revolution-
ized the note counterfeiting industry.
In the old days all counterfeiting plates
were hand engraved, and it took from
eight to fifteen months to complete a
set. Now this part of the work con-
sumes but a few hours. The famous
Philadelphia-Lancaster conspiracy of
two years ago is one of the rare in-
stances in recent years of the employ-
ment of hand engraved plates, and,
even in this case, photography laid the
foundation for the work. This change
of method on the part of the counter-
feiter necessitated the abandonment of
the old lines on which the Secret Ser-
vice had conducted its investigations
and the mapping out of new ones ap-
plicable to changed conditions ; the
fact that the yearly average of arrests
has suffered no diminution would seem
to indicate that these new lines are as
effective as the old.
Counterfeiting is acknowledged to
be the meanest of crimes, because the
resultant loss most often falls on those
least able to bear it. It is not con-
fined to any particular locality, the
officer operating in country districts
being kept as busily employed as his
city brother. The ranks of those who
indulge in it are recruited from every
race and condition of man. One day
you may return home from your busi-
ness to find that the neighbor with
whom you had spent many pleasant
social hours and who was considered in
every way worthy your confidence and
esteem, has been conducting a private
mint, and is now under arrest with
every prospect of a long term in the
penitentiary before him.
Charles H. Smith, one of the most
expert and prolific engravers of false
money plates, was, until detected and
arrested, a highly respected citizen
of Brooklyn, New York. His resi-
dence adjoined that of a prominent
city official, and the two men had fre-
quently engaged in a friendly game of
croquet on the lawn.
In the neighborhood where he re-
sided in Detroit, Michigan, David
Johnson was looked upon as a model of
propriety in all that constitutes the
honest, upright, dependable citizen,
and as he was prominently identified
with church work and "musical affairs,
the community was the more shocked
and surprised when one morning, late
in the summer of 1898, he and his
brother Edmond, also highly respected,
were placed under arrest charged with
counterfeiting. The evidence found
secreted in their homes, established
beyond question their responsibility
for the existence of certain dangerous
counterfeit notes which the Govern-
ment officers had been endeavoring to
trace to their source for nearly eight
years. The history of this case is in-
teresting:— In September, 1890, one
of the Treasury money experts discov-
ered in a remittance from a Missouri
bank a counterfeit two dollar silver
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certificate so nearly like the genuine as
almost to defy detection.
The Secret Service went to work
immediately, but, try as they might,
could get no clue to the criminal.
Every counterfeiter known to possess
sufficient ability to do the work was lo-
cated and investigated without results ;
the spurious notes meanwhile contin-
ued coming in with aggravating regu-
larity. It was finally determined to
recall the genuine issue of these coun-
terfeits and replace them with notes of
different design. The unknown cul-
prit was not to be outdone, however,
and it was but a short while after the
first of these new bills was issued that
its counterfeit was discovered in cir-
culation. The counterfeiter had fol-
lowed the government's move and re-
fused to be checkmated.
On several occasions the officers felt
assured that they were near a solution
of the vexatious problem, only to dis-
cover in the suspect one of the numer-
ous victims of the real culprit innocent-
ly assisting in circulating the counter-
feits. One such incident occurred at
Toledo, Ohio: The Secret Service
agent on duty there was called to the
telephone one morning in the Spring
of 1898, and informed that a stranger
had just passed a counterfeit two dol-
lar note on a nearby tobacconist. On
arriving at the place a few moments
later, he was told of a tall, blonde,
heavy-set, well-dressed man, sporting
a large diamond stud in his shirt-front,
coming into the store and paying for
twenty-five cents worth of cigars with
a two dollar bill which he abstracted
from a large roll of notes taken from
his right-hand trousers pocket. When
shown the bill in question the agent im-
mediately recognized it as one of the
troublesome silver ceritficates, and lost
no time in going in search of the
passer.
Hurrying in the direction taken by
the man, he canvassed the various res-
taurants and business houses for sev-
eral blocks without success, and was
about to take a car for the depot to
look through a train due to depart in
ten minutes, when he espied the object
of his search coming out of a haber-
dashery on the next block.
Quickening his pace, stopping long
enough at the furnishing goods store
to ascertain that a two dollar bill had
been used in making some purchases,
and to request that it be laid aside until
his return, he was right behind his man
when the latter turned into a saloon at
the corner. While the suspect was
drinking his glass of beer the officer
stepped up to the bar and asked for
change for a twenty dollar bill. The
bartender could not accommodate him,
but as had been hoped the stranger vol-
unteered to make the change. Draw-
ing from his pocket quite a roll of
money he carefully counted out three
fives, two twos, and a one, and adding
the twenty to what remained, returned
it to his pocket. The agent stepped
outside to examine the change, and,
much to his disappointment found all
the bills genuine. He did not entirely
abandon hope however, and when his
man appeared in the doorway he was
requested to accompany the officer
back to the tobacco store and explain
the possession of a counterfeit note.
Disclaiming any knowledge of a coun-
terfeit, the man readily agreed to re-
turn. En route a stop was made at the
furnishing store. The bill here was
also genuine. At the tobacco store,
after the stranger had acknowledged
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paying the bill in question to the pro-
prietor and had made good by substi-
tuting genuine money, he handed the
officer his roll with the request that it
be examined for other counterfeits at
the same time, admitting his inability
!o discriminate between imitations so
good as that he had just redeemed
and the lawful currency. All his other
money was genuine, and the officer,
with visions of glory and promotion
dispelled, returned to the office.
In July, following the above inci-
dent, Charles Johnson, an old and ex-
pert counterfeiter, who had just com-
pleted a term of twelve years in a
Canadian prison for imitating the Do-
minion two and four dollar notes, ar-
rived at the home of his sister, Mrs.
Baylis, with whom Edmond was also
residing, on McGraw street, Detroit.
Then, for the first time, the friends
and neighbors of David and Edmond
learned of their relationship to this no-
torious individual.
As is customary in all such cases,
the Secret Service was advised of
Johnson's release and destination, and
a few weeks later, when it was reported
that a man whose description tallied
with his had passed a counterfeit half
dollar in a saloon on Woodward Av-
enue, the officers secured search war-
rants for the McGraw Street house,
expecting to find the coin mill. Much
to their astonishment, while looking
through a closet on the second floor, a
plank was discovered which bore un-
mistakable evidence of having been
used in the process of "aging" notes.
This find led to a more thorough in-
spection of the premises, and one of
the officers, noticing that the base-
board in the closet was loose, inserted
his knife in the space between the
board and the floor, accidental!} press-
ing against an ingeniously contrived
lever, which forced a section of the
board out from the wall, disclosing the
hiding place of over two thousand dol-
lars in spurious two dollar silver cer-
tificates.
Edmond and Charles Johnson and
Mrs. Baylis were immediately placed
under arrest, and enough information
was obtained to warrant a search of
David's residence. This was proceed-
ed with at once, resulting in the finding
of a panel like that in the other house,
concealing the plates from which the
first issue of counterfeits was printed
and more than three thousand dollars
of the notes. It was learned that David
and his wife were visiting relatives
near Blenheim, Canada, and an officer
was dispatched to arrest and bring
them back.
The mysterious source of these
notable counterfeits had at last been
discovered, and but one thing remained
to complete the officers' work — to se-
cure the plates from which the second
issue was printed. These could not be
found, though the two houses were
thoroughly searched from cellar to
garret. The hiding place of the plates
might have been a mystery until to-
day had it not been for a strange strain
of chivalry in the natures of the John-
son brothers.
Realizing, as they did, that the
women members of the family were
apt to suffer from their connection
with the case — remote though it might
be — they notified the Government offi-
cers, after a consultation, that if an ar-
rangement could be made looking to
the release of Mrs. Baylis and Mrs.
Johnson, they would surrender the
plates. The offer was not a surprise
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to the Government. There had been
previous exhibitions of this same sen-
timent. In 1864, when the entire fam-
ily, consisting of father, mother, four
sons and two daughters, were arrested
at Indianapolis for dealing in spurious
currency, the men persistently asserted
the innocence of the women and, to
obtain their release, one of the boys
acknowledged responsibility for the
existence of a counterfeit twenty dol-
lar note and agreed to turn over the
plates. A number of years later, when
the family again came under the ban,
the father, to insure freedom for wife
and daughters, imparted to the Gov-
ernment information of the wherea-
bouts of plates for several dangerous
counterfeits.
In the Detroit case, while the evi-
dence against the women was not con-
clusive, it was sufficiently suggestive to
warrant their temporary detention;
but when the Johnsons' proposition
was presented, the Government
promptly accepted it, and Edmond was
turned over to the officers to act as
guide.
Going first to the McGraw Street
house he led the way to a bed-room on
the second floor, and rolling the oak
washstand out from the wall, proceed-
ed to withdraw two of the screws
which held the ornamental back piece
in place. Raising the loose end of this
back piece, he cut away some oak-
stained putty and removed a small
piece of wood, disclosing a mortised
space in the top board of the wash-
stand. From this slot he drew out, by
a string attached, the back and seal
plates neatly wrapped in oiled linen.
For the face plate it was necessary
to go to David's home. Mrs. John-
son's scwincr machine was here used as
a hiding place. Lying on his back,
under the machine, Edmond unscrew-
ed a small cabinet of drawers and
placed it on the floor. In a space hol-
lowed out of the top board of the cab-
inet was the plate.
The history of this family of John-
sons might be advanced as an argu-
ment in support of the theory that the
criminal instinct is hereditary. Three
generations of counterfeiters is their
record, and, with the arrest of David
and Edmond, prison doors have closed
upon the entire membership of this
generation.
In a majority of cases arrests by the
Service are so planned as to make re-
sistance impossible, the element of sur-
prise being employed to secure this re-
sult. But at times a show of force be-
comes necessary, calling for quick and
determined action on the part of the
officers. On several such occasions
tragedies have been narrowly averted.
A case in point was the breaking up of
the notorious "Horse Market" gang of
New York City: The Secret Service
agents had succeeded in arresting in-
dividual members of this gang while
engaged in "shoving the queer,,, but
it yet remained to locate and shut off
the source of supply. Frank, alias
"Conkey" Carr, an ex-convict, was
suspected as the maker, and when it
was ascertained that he resided at
No. 95 Fourth Avenue a close watch
was placed upon the house. Albert
Brown, better known as "Bill the
Brute," a desperate character, and
Harry Kingden spent much of their
time at Carr's, and these two were, on
several occasions, shadowed to Staten
Island and other near-by places, where
they passed counterfeit dollars.
At the end of three weeks it was
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decided that ample evidence had been
secured to warrant making the ar-
rests. When the raiding party which
included Operatives Bagg, Callaghan,
and Flynn arrived in the vicinity of
Carr's home they were informed by
Assistant Stanley, who was on watch,
that Kingden had just gone down
Fourth Avenue, but that the others
were upstairs. Leaving Stanley out-
side to pick up Kingden, the other
three quickly ascended the stairs to the
second floor, forced open the door to
the rear room and surprised Carr,
Brown, and Carr's wife, Belle, putting
the finishing touches to a batch of
coins. Carr 'bolted through an open
window to the fire escape and Flynn
started in pursuit. Brown and Belle
Carr rushed at Callaghan and Bagg
and for a few minutes there was a
lively fight around the room, becoming
so fierce that the woman was soon
forced to retire. Brown, at last over-
come, fell on the bed with both officers
on top of him. During the lull which
followed, the apparently much ex-
hausted coiner called to the woman to
bring him a drink of water, but when
the officers relaxed their hold sufficient-
ly to enable him to raise on his el-
bow he suddenly drew from his hip-
pocket a revolver and placed the muz-
zle against Callaghan's stomach before
it was realized what he was about.
Striking the weapon aside just as the
trigger was pulled, Bagg, with Calla-
ghan's assistance, quickly disarmed
and handcuffed the infuriated crimin-
al. Meanwhile, what had happened to
"Conkey" Carr? Upon reaching the
fire escape, he crawled along to the
adjoining house and clambered into
the window, closely followed by Flynn ;
breaking into the rear flat he reached
a window opening on Third Avenue.
Below was a grocery store with a veg-
etable stand on the sidewalk and pro-
jecting meat hooks. Taking in these
difficulties and jumping far out to
avoid them, Carr landed heavily on the
pavement breaking both ankles. Thus
disabled, Flynn found him and had
him removed to the hospital.
After gathering up the counterfeit
coins and other portable evidence,
Bagg and Callaghan started with their
prisoners down the stairs. About half
way down they met Flynn returning
from his chase after Carr. ''Bill the
Brute," taking advantage of the
crowded condition of the stairway,
made an effort to escape. Breaking
away from Bagg he sprang at Flynn,
who was in front of him, and struck
the latter a heavy blow with his man-
acled wrists. But he reckoned withou
his host, for Flynn promptly returned
the blow, flooring Brown, and he wa,
landed in jail without further trouble.
Stanley found Kingden in a near-by
store, where he had been sent to pur-
chase plaster of Paris, and had no diffi-
culty in placing him behind the bars.
Aftermath
By Charlotte Becker
AH, faith that once I kept, belief
Is hard to kill, and sorrow long-
Yet I was mute till after grief —
I lost delight to gain a song!
Pygmalion
By Zitella Cocke
[WONDERED much that marble cold and stern
Its obduracy could forget, and turn
To warm and palpitating flesh, and move
With life, responsive to Pygmalion's love, —
A fancy strange, methought, that subtle Greek,
Grown mad with thirst for beauty, fain would seek !
Yet Greek, thou'rt wise, and fond Pygmalion's love,
Though born of fable, doth thy wisdom prove, —
Thy thought, far-reaching, hath discerned the truth.
Immortal and eternal, hid forsooth
From surface resting sight, but plain to him
Who would God's writing read, though it be dim!
For in the wide and goodly universe,
Love's rule is mightiest, and primal curse
Shall from its priestly hands in blessing fall,
Since Love hath ever been, and shall be all !
Earth shall dissolve like pageantry of dreams,
Love only shall remain of all that seems !
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Hartman
By Frank Baird
THE fact that Hartman taught
the class in color should not
be set down as a proof that
he knew nothing about art.
There were things Hartman knew, and
things he did not know. But the real-
ly outstanding thing about Hartman
was neither his knowledge nor his ig-
norance, but his ambition. That, to
all sensible people, covered the multi-
tude of his sins. And yet it was this
commendable side of his nature that
afterwards pushed him into strange
difficulties.
The only other thoroughly ambitious
man on the staff was Du Vernet. He
liked Hartman because he understood
him ; and then most people hated him.
Further, Hartman had pledged him-
self in a whole-souled, serious way to
art; he hated men; women were an
abomination to him. To Du Vernet
this speiled genius. He believed in
people who were strong enough to
hate what most men loved. He took
their part ; they were true artists. He
said they would do things before they
died. In this latter contention Du
Vernet was right — for Hartman did
many things before he died — long be-
fore.
The term had slipped around to
within a fortnight of its close. Du
Vernet had wandered into Hartman's
quarters where both comfortably
smoked. A tourist map of Europe
that lay on the table showed a long
zig-zagging line drawn with a pencil.
It began at London, touched Paris,
Rome, Naples, Florence, Milan, Mu-
nich, Dresden, and ended at The
Hague.
"Claye," Du Vernet said, "was tell-
ing me last night it was generally be-
lieved you were to marry when
abroad." Hartman swung his feet
from the table and faced his friend.
"Claye," he said; "Claye told you
that?"
Du Vernet laughed.
"Yes; was he right?"
"I had some regard for Claye once.
Before that woman came he was an
artist ; now he's only a man."
Hartman replaced his feet on the
table, drew himself a little lower into
his deep chair, then for some moment
he blew drifts of smoke at the ceiling
"Claye is of the class who think a
man may be a papa — and a painter.
Du Vernet laughed a low, pleasec
laugh.
Hartman's eyes found the range oiV
the single picture in the room — a small
Turner. When he had looked — and
smoked — for a time, he spoke again.
"If they knew about Claye's new
girl in heaven, she'd die wouldn't
she?"
Du Vernet again filled the pause
with a low, contented laugh. Hart-
man was at his best tonight. He
would let him talk.
" 'Goodness is beauty ! Beauty is a
matter of aesthetic individualism — the
thing for a time some men imagine to
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be beautiful!' And there are sane men
as well as fools like Claye who think
this. It's all drivel — Beauty is beauty."
He rose quickly as if to emphasise his
words. ' 'Goodness is beauty !' " — the
Devil ! Beauty is beauty ; and the man
who is in earnest about art doesn't
marry. Tell Claye that."
He threw his cigar-butt viciously to-
wards the grate. Then he bent over
the tourist map. He did not speak, but
after a time he fumbled for his pencil.
He drew a line from Interlaken to
Grindlewald.
"Should be some subtle color effects
there among those mountains," he said
half to himself; "especially up where
the air is thin. Something done up
there would be new — sure."
He turned his back on the table and
took a step or two towards the Turner
on the wall.
"When is Claye to marry that di-
vinity of his?" he said, still studying
the picture before him.
"In the autumn I believe. She goes
abroad some time during summer — to
Paris I understand for — " Hartman
waved his hand understandingly. A
little later he said :
"Claye! the poor devil!"
As Du Vernet went home that night
he settled on Hartman as one of the
friends he intended to keep.
Three months later Hartman had
come out of Italy into Switzerland.
He had been faithful to art from The
Louvre to Naples and from Naples to
Lucerne. The sight of some Alpine
peaks as the train emerged from the St.
Gothard had set him on fire. He would
go up and out-Turner Turner. He
chose theWetterhorn and went straight
to Grindlewald. Pilatus, Jungfrau,
even the Matterhorn, meant Railways,
crowds, no pleasure. But the chaste
virginity of the Wetterhorn — that ap-
pealed to him. No shrieking locomo-
tive panted up there to profane the
place; there was no funicalare. Cam-
eras did not go up thereon; no paper
bags would be found there — for which
reasons Hartman chose the aforesaid
peak — the Wetterhorn.
"There are two ladies and a gentle-
man up as far as the Club House," the
proprietor of "The Bear" said as the
coach carrying Hartman drove off.
"They went up yesterday."
When Hartman turned there was a
severe look in his face. What he said
did not really violate any of the canons
of language; but it was not good En-
glish he spoke. What if some of these
people wished to talk just when color
effects were finest? Hartman spent
two-thirds of the three hours it took
the coach to climb the foot hills in si-
lently swearing. The other third he
swore audibly to the guides.
It was still early when he was set
down near the small mountain hut that
had been charitably dignified at the
hotel below with the name of Club
House. In a few moments the door
opened and a woman came out. She
advanced at once toward Hartman.
"I — I — didn't we cross the Atlantic
together — in March? — on the Ocean-
ic?" She extended her hand. Hart-
man's face relaxed some. The artist
in him swore ; but the man smiled.
"Of course we did; but what in —
blazes brings you up here?" I came
here to be — to be — "
Wasn't there something subtle in
the way the ground had been laid for
her eyes? Wasn't there — ?
"I came with Uncle and Aunt," she
broke in vivaciously, while he hesi-
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t^ted. "I'm so glad of this. You'll
help me to persuade them to go on up
won't you?"
"I — " As he looked into her face
more thoughts about color effects came
to him. She was fresh from a long
mountain sleep. She had the strong,
pure look of wild things.
"I didn't — expect to find — " "But
uncle must get up," she said. "I'll go
and hurry him."
The next instant she was gone
through the low door of the hut, and
he was alone with his confusion. He
thought some; but not profane
thoughts.
The coach was sent back to the hotel,
and the party gave themselves entire-
ly into the hands of the guides. A sin-
gle rope was used to which each per
son was securely tied, one of the guides
leading and the other being in the
rear. For some time the ascent was
easy but it soon grew more difficult.
Ice appeared and this in places was
covered with mud. But in a short
time this treacherous covering disap-
peared and the "footing" improved.
If Hartman had thought that his
companions would soon tire and wish
to return, by noon he had changed his
mind. Mountain climbing has strange
ambition-stirring effects. Each new
point attained means new desires and
still braver resolves. To each member
of the party the wish to go on strength-
ened as the view widened. Then there
were the keen, pure buoyancy of the
delightful air, the newness of it all,
trie heroism, the danger!
Hartman grew momentarily more
content. The thinning air, he noted,
had strengthened and sharpened the
lines about the mountain peaks. The
light on the green and gray in the far-
down valley was becoming more sen-
sitive and elusive. The peep cf a dis-
tant lake just coming into the picture
between two horns of mountain away
to the south half maddened him. He
had seen many galleries — this effect
never. It was new. To get it meant
fame. That in the distance; — then
this frank, unconventional, piece of
breathing art beside him. He had not
seen this in galleries either. Were the
effects in this case due also to at-
mospheric conditions? Why had he
not noticed before the large liberal
way in which her face was cut? The
perilous brevity of her gray, moun-
tain-climbing skirt convinced him that
her entire figure was done in the same
spirit of splendid negligence that al-
ways meant perfection. Then there
were the bold proportionings of the
features, the sweeping Greek lines
about the cheek and chin, the firm sure
chisel with which the brow and neck
had been done, the nervous delicacy
in the cutting of the nose and lips, the
full magnificent daring of the breast —
these things were not due to altitude;
they could not be. Was it because he
had spent some days before master-
pieces down in Italy that he now saw
their counterparts in a woman — an
American woman of his own City?
Why was it that he was not alone with
that distant lake — and yet he was con-
tent?
In mountain climbing time does not
pass — it drops out in blocks. What
Hartman said within himself was noon,
his watch said was three o'clock. The
party had come to the bottom of a
long roof-like reach of ice. It was
agreed to ascend this diagonally. At
the top a stand would be made for rest
and refreshment.
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But not all plans made are carried
out. This one was not. When a little
more than half up the slope Hartman
felt a fierce twitch at the rope about
him. His companion — the American
girl next to him on the line — had fal-
len. The next instant Hartman was
off his feet. The guides drove their
picks fiercely into the ice. For a mo-
ment the cord held — for a moment only
— then snapped. The guides clung to
the precipice but the others of the par-
ty were swept madly down the great
glistening roof of ice.
Some five hundred feet below, a
projecting horn of rock caught the
rope about at its centre. It snapped
again owing to the weight of Hartman
and the American girl on one side and
the other two of the party on the other.
They were hurled on down the steep-
ing slope. A few moments after the
breaking of the rope and the final sep-
arating of the party into two, Hart-
man saw his companion plunge over a
precipice; the next instant he was on
its brink — then over. But it was less
high than he had feared. The slope at
its base was also less steep for a time
than that above ; but it dipped sudden-
ly, and a glimpse down it showed
jagged horns of rock protruding from
the ice. Down this the two persons
swept with terrific and accelerating
force. Surely death lurked at the bot-
tom. Might it not meet either — or
both — by the way?
Hartman saw the tumbling figure
in front of him pause for a moment
then again disappear behind the rim
of another precipice. She was still
alive. He shuddered at the thought —
of when he might see her — if he were
alive to see her again. Was she — were
they both — on the brink of doom? At
any rate, that instant another savage
twitch at the rope about him, brought
him to the brink of a precipice. Some
fifteen minutes later he was applying
ice to the woman's forehead at the bot-
tom of a gully over a thousand feet
deep. He drew off his coat and pil-
lowed her head upon it. Blood from a
scalp wound oozed through her heavy
hair. One hand was crushed and
bloody. Mud and mountain slime al-
most hid the beautiful face. The shock
Ind been tremendous; but tnere was
still life. The lips quivered apart, the
spirit of life that seemed to have gone
out and hovered in the air above her for
a time, not knowing whether to seek
earth again — or heaven — stole back
under the breast and sent it once more
faintly ebbing and flowing.
At the sight Hartman's own pulse
quickened. He felt his own blood throb
warmly up about his temples. When
the lids lifted showing the quiet blue
grays of the eyes, the cold sick feel-
ing left him. He felt to the full some
of the joys of being alive — and of
being there. But it was for her first
to speak.
"Are you hurt?" she ventured, "I
must get — ".
But he forced her head gently back.
He bent lower over her, and, with his
handkerchief removed some of the
mountain mud that threatened the red
of her parted lips.
"You must remain quiet for a little,"
he said; "you are injured. I must
bind this handkerchief about your
head."
With a murmured protest she sunk
back quietly abandoning herself to
him. The pressure of her weight, the
touch of her flesh, the warmth of her
breath, — these things, instead of being
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765
the signal for the uprising
of a host of wicked imag-
inings, now thrilled and elevated him
to a plane of chivalrous nobleness,
upon which it was not his habit to
move. Something stung him sud-
denly into greatness. Why had these
keen, delightful feelings not come to
him before? He was not a man
trained in ways of gentleness; but
something within taught his manly fin-
gers a soft nimbleness that made them
feminine. He lifted the heavy hair
from the high brow ; then he bound up
the wound.
"It is kind — good of you," she said
softly, as he finished. At her words
his heart throbbed up towards his
mouth. More new feelings woke
within him.
She made another attempt and
raised herself to a sitting posture.
With her unwounded hand she
smoothed the folds of her dress, push-
ing her skirt further down. Then she
drew her feet closer under it. But at
this movement Hartman noticed symp-
toms of keen pain furrow her face.
Were there bones broken? Must he
— She sank suddenly back, cutting
short what from a man would have
been a groan.
"My ankle — my foot — oh — " She
drew her right knee, slowly, painfully
upward. The sharp marks of suffer-
ing again showed on her face.
"Your — foot — is it broken, do you
think? May I? — I must take off your
— boot," he stammered.
She drew both her feet still closer
and again made to push her skirt
lower.
"No, no," she said ; "you must not —
oh, my foot hurts drea — dreadfully."
He drew his arm in a gentle rough
way from beneath her head. He was
frantic to do things.
"May I—"
"No, no, you must not do — anything.
It would not be — and I do not know
you."
"I must take off your boot," he said
half sternly. "I must see what your
injury is and help you."
The firmer note in his voice was not
unwelcome to her. Now she might
yield. A moment later her slender
stockinged foot was warm in his hands.
Was it pain — or what — that seemed to
pluck it away from him? The dread-
fulness of the situation made him sen-
sible. "Your ankle is sprained," he
said ; "I must splinter it."
He released the foot, and the next
instant the gray skirt hid it. He
gathered some bits of wood, then
ripped a sleeve from his shirt and
quickly tore it into shreds. He placed
the pieces of wood on either side of the
quick swelling ankle and bound them
strongly to it.
When Hartman tied the last knot,
drops of sweat stood on his forehead.
When she thanked him and repeated
that he was kind he felt like leaping the
precipice in front and dashing himself
to pieces to show her how much more
he was willing to do. But he didn't;
he only felt like doing it.
"Will you now bind my hand?" she
said; "the bleeding one — fit's cold."
He tied his other shirt sleeve awk-
wardly about her hand.
"Are you sure you are not hurt
yourself? Could I not now do some-
thing—"
She suddenly fell silent. At the end
of the pause he noticed her lip tremble.
Her eyes wandered up the mountain
slope.
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"Uncle," she said — "and aunt are
killed, I suppose." The tension of
pain was gone. For a long time in a
refined, subdued way, she wept.
Hartman was silent. It was his first
opportunity for thinking since that
savage twitch at the rope about his
waist far up the mountain.
They were almost at the bottom of
a great cup in the heart of the Alps.
The rocks rose on every side but the
one down which they had slid, steep as
the walls of a Cathedral. The water
from the melting ice above dripped
continually. Now and then stones, clay,
and immense ice boulders thundered
down. Just in front, and far below, a
few yards of a savage muddy stream
showed as it raced along the bottom of
the gorge. Conflicting cross-currents
of warm and cold air drew fitfully up
and down the great gully. Shattered
tree-trunks, huge boulders of rock,
blocks of ice, mountain herbs and
grass that had been hurled down from
the heights to the top of the glacier,
branches of trees, sand, gravel, mud —
the scarpings of the mountains for
years — piled in the wildest confusion
were the only things that met Hart-
man's eyes as he looked about. He
hit upon a nook in the rock where it
was both dry and safe from the falling
debris. He collected some grass and
branches of trees. Then he ap-
proached his companion.
"You are in danger here," he said;
"you must move."
She did not speak, but she rose. Her
breast still heaved ; tears had cut white
gruesome looking channels through
the mud and blood stains on her face.
She had come almost to an upright po-
sition, when, with a sudden shriek
she sank limp and heavy back upon
him. He bore her strongly to the
sheltered nook in the cliff; then laid
her gently upon the hurriedly made
bed of twigs and mountain grass.
"I had forgotten — I put my weight
on it suddenly. That was why I
fainted. It was very stupid of me to —
but how did I get here ? Did I walk ?
He wiped the last of the blood and
mud stains from her face.
"How did I get here?" and this time
it was a demand.
"I carried you."
Her eyes looked a severe rebuke
upon him. Then the sense of her help-
lessness came to her as not before.
"You will not leave me, will you,"
she said.
He wiped her high Greek brow in a
gentle way that would have done for a
caress.
"No," he said, softly; "No, I'll not
go away. I'll stay here."
A silence fell again, and again Hart-
man felt and thought some. He hung
above like a mother over the pillow of
her sick child. Something whispered,
"Pray;" but he would not be so wom-
anly. Then Hartman never prayed.
Night began to settle slowly. What
about food, rescue — everything? He
looked up. All about were rocks, mud,
ice. Down below the stream bellowed
louder than before ; away at the top, a
full mile above them, the sun still sil-
ver-plated the irregular brim of the
giant cup down the side of which they
had slid. On above that was the blue.
The woman fell into a tired sleep.
When the moon climbed over the rim
of the mountain and lit her face
Hartman's breath came short and un-
certainly. He had spent four of the
greatest hours of his life in dumb en-
joyment at Florence before Michael
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767
Angelo's sleeping figure "La Notte."
That was marble — this was flesh.
That was cold — this was warm. That
was art — this was art — and more. This
needed him, depended upon him, trust-
ed him. It was this latter sense that
gave the keen intensity to his pleasure
which he had not felt at Florence.
Where had this new force that was
overmastering him lain through the
years? Had he not been wrong in
thinking that art had stirred his na-
ture to its depths ? Was it her beauty,
her suffering, her confidence in him —
was it any one or all of these together
that gave him this new wild joy? The
delicate subtleness of his feelings
eluded analysis. Why had not fate be-
fore thrown some woman — some beau-
tiful breathing thing into his keeping
where he might work, fight, die, that
she might be protected or ministered
unto? Why had he not earlier in life
been permitted to come to his own —
to himself? Might he not anywhere,
and for a lifetime, enjoy what he was
enjoying now? It was not in the
mountain alone that beautiful women
suffered, needed ministering unto,
needed protecting. He had thought of
marriage as a cramping, crippling, and
restraining institution. But was it?
Might it not enlarge and ennoble as he
felt this woman's presence here beside
him had enlarged and ennobled his na-
ture in a way he had not looked for?
He thought of Claye, Du Vernet —
Art; of the cold narrow empty loneli-
ness of his life. What if he did go
home with something new in color?
What if he pushed on to the top in
art? What if—
The breathing figure beside him
twitched in uneasy sleep. He read-
justed the clothing he had taken from
himself closer about her. The warmth
of her breath blew once upon him. He
felt she was his, but he drew back
from her as something sacred. His
regard for her was that of a miser for
his gold — so great that he would not
profane it by touching it. She turned
her head and something from within
pushed her lips apart. The moon had
found better range now ; he saw more
than before. The lines about her face
were done by a master, the oval mould
of the cheek, the firm delicate chisel-
ling about the chin, the brow, the lips,
the peep of neck — any one of these
would have made a sculptor immortal.
And then when the colors came as he
had seen them come — and go! From
the deeps of Hartman's soul there
sprang a great resolve. He rose from
his leaning posture to the attitude rev-
erent men assume when they pray.
Then on his knees he vowed a vow.
It was July ; but the night was cool
up to the point of being cold. On
other occasions when Hartman had
been in danger he had thought of
death — and had been afraid. But he
was not afraid now. They had no food,
death might come in a slow, awful
form. He had seen one of the guides
clinging to the slope of ice ; but if he
had saved himself would he not put
those who had fallen down as dead?
Hope of deliverance was small ; and
yet Hartman was not afraid. This
woman had taught him things he had
not known before. Was it her presence
that now took away thoughts of death,
sin — judgment — hell? To die was
one thing ; but to die here quite anoth-
er.
All through the night the woman
slept intermittently. Hartman watch-
ed her as a lion might his prey. Dur-
ing her sleeping moments he thought
and planned. When she suffered
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pain he suffered also. Once when she
sobbed out words regarding her uncle
and aunt he comforted her. Oh the
happiness of not only suffering but
sorrowing with her ! One new ele-
ment of happiness followed another so
quickly that the night hurried away
like an hour. Once when he raised
his head from bending over her in one
of her quieter moods, and looked up,
he saw the sun was again silver plating
the peaks which had all night stabbed
the blue black of the sky, and cut great
triangular segments out of the star-
strewn dome above. Before noon a
party with appliances for removing
dead bodies appeared on the cliff
above. By sunset Hartman and his
companion were in The Bear hotel at
Grindlewald. And they had not been
brought on stretchers either.
Three weeks later— when half way
across the Atlantic — it came out that
Hartman and Miss Inez Keppell
both knew a man by the name of Claye.
"He wanted me to marry him," she
said. "I was to give him my answer
when I returned to New York."
"Claye ! Marry you !" In the moon-
light, on the Liner's deck she told him
a long, low story.
"There was one thing I could never
quite understand," she said in finish-
ing. "Mr. Claye told me two of his
friends had cast him off because he
had made up his mind to marry. They
were artists."
She had been looking off where the
moon played on the sea ; but she turned
and suddenly looked him firmly in the
face.
"Do you think they thought it a sin
to marry ?"
"I — I think — He didn't tell you
their names, did he ?"
"No; they were artists. That was
all he said."
A broad band of silver ran from the
ship away under the moon.
"I don't know anything about art —
and artists," she went on. "Do you?"
"No," he said, "nothing." There
was a tone in his voice that is always
present when a man lies bravely.
The thresh of the far-away screws
could be faintly felt.
"I like Mr. Claye. He was kind, but
I felt sorry that he should have to lose
his friends — for one — so I hesitated —
and then —
"But — but what are you going to
tell Claye when you get to New York ?"
he stammered.
Her eyes ran far out on the silver
plated path towards the moon.
"I think," she said — and her eyes
came slowly in from the moon, then
found their way to his face ; "I think,
well, I have thought over all you have
said — of how good you were on the
mountain — and — and I have made up
my mind to tell Mr. Claye, 'No.' '
Hartman and Claye are not on the
same staff now. Du Vernet is back in
France.
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