IN THE STORM.
Drip! drip! fell the rain that day, two weeks after Stephen Archdale's
return from Louisburg. It was an easterly drizzle that, looked at from
the window, seemed to be merely time wasted, for the rain appeared to be
amounting to nothing; but if one tried it, he found it chilling,
penetrating, and gloomy enough. To Archdale, as he plodded through the
muddy streets, Boston had never looked so dismal; yet within the last
ten days he had tasted enough of its hospitality to have had the memory
of its smiling faces lighten his gloom. But another memory overshadowed
these. He had not been to see Mistress Royal during his stay in town. He
wondered if this neglect seemed strange to her, or if she had not even
noticed it. Of course, feted and flattered as she was, the heroine of
the hour, though bearing her honors under protest, she had not wasted
her thoughts upon him. He was doing her injustice here, and he felt sure
of it; she had thought of his meetings with Katie. But her very sympathy
was what he wanted least of all; it was as strong a defence as the walls
of Louisburg.
What did he want? Why had he not been to see her? Why should he go? The
mist and dimness of the day were nothing to the obscurity in his own
mind. All that he was quite sure of was, that whenever he had received
an invitation, and the heroes of Louisburg had had lionizing enough, he
had thought, first of all that he should meet Elizabeth Royal; yet when
he had met her he had never talked much to her; but by stealth he had
watched her constantly.
That morning he was walking toward her home. Should he go in and ask for
her? He slackened his steps as he drew near. But what should he say to
her? Commonplaces? He went on.
Elizabeth happened to go to the window as Archdale was disappearing down
the street. Since his return an arrangement had been made to pay back
the money that she had put into the Archdale firm, and a part of this
had been already paid; the rest was to follow soon. It was no wonder
that Mr. Archdale wanted to be rid of all thought of her, since she had
made him lose what he valued most in the world. After a time she turned
back to the open fire again and took up her book; but she did not read
much. "Is it possible," she said to herself at last, "that it annoys me
because he does not treat me as the rest do, as if I had done something
wonderful? He knows better. And surely I have done him injury enough to
make him wish never to see me again." Again she sat with her book in her
lap and thinking. "There was a charm in that terrible life at Louisburg
that I cannot find here," she said to herself at last. "I suppose I am
not made for gayety. He was one of the figures in it, and he recalls it.
But all that life has gone, and he with it." Then she was shocked at a
disposition that could prefer bloodshed to peace. No; it certainly was
not this: it was because for once she had been a little useful. She felt
sure that Stephen Archdale had met Katie, and, as he went down the
street past the house that rainy morning, Elizabeth's thoughts followed
him with a pity all the more deep that it would be compelled to be
forever silent.
A week went by,--a week of weather that had all the sultriness of
August. Mrs. Eveleigh, more amazed at each added day of this, predicted
calamity, and urged Elizabeth to give up an excursion that she had
promised to take down the harbor with a party of friends. Sir Temple and
Lady Dacre, who had spent the summer in Canada, and had returned to
Boston, were among the guests; indeed, the party had been made for them,
and, as the dainty yacht sped out to sea, none were more pleased with
it, and with being in it, than Lady Dacre.
Archdale was nearer Mistress Royal than he had been since their walks
and talks together at Louisburg. But Sir Temple Dacre had seized upon
her almost at starting, and when the yacht ran ashore for the party to
stroll under the trees on the point and to lunch there, the conversation
was still going on. Sir Temple was asking Elizabeth about her late
experiences and observations; he found the first very interesting, and
the latter unusually keen.
As the company grouped themselves upon the beach, however, Elizabeth
found Archdale beside her.
"I want you to see the waves from that point," he said. "It puts me in
mind of one of the juttings of the shore up there."
She walked on with him, and two of her companions, who had heard the
remark, followed, desirous, as they said, to get a sight of anything
that could give them a hint of Louisburg. Elizabeth would not spoil
Archdale's satisfaction by saying that she saw no resemblance. She
listened while he answered the questions of the others, and by
suggestions and reminders she led him on to vivid descriptions of one of
the incidents of the siege. In talking he constantly referred to her.
"You remember," he said, sometimes; or at others, "You were not there;"
or, again, "It was on such a day," recalling some event with which she
was connected. It seemed to Archdale very soon when the summons came to
lunch.
"I haven't enjoyed myself so much for a long time. I hope we are not
going home yet," protested Lady Dacre, as the party went on board again.
"No, indeed!" cried Archdale. "Where should you like to go, Lady Dacre?"
Her ladyship pointed to a line of shore a few miles distant. "Is that
too far?"
"Not if the wind holds good," returned another of the party so promptly
that a sailor, who was about to speak, drew back again with a frown, and
contented himself with muttering something to his companions.
For a time the wind was fair; but when they had gone two-thirds of the
distance it failed them. The boat lay, rocking a little, but with no
onward progress, her sails hanging flabby and motionless. Gradually
laughter and jest ceased from the lips of the pleasure-seekers.
"A shower coming up," said Sir Temple Dacre, in a tone that he wished to
make unconcerned. But it was not a mere shower that threatened, but
something more awful in the brassy heavens, the stifling atmosphere, the
clouds that had gathered with a swiftness unprecedented in that region.
The air seemed to have receded behind the clouds to swell the fury of
the tempest that was coming. The stillness was full of horror; it seemed
like the uplifting of a weapon to strike. The reticence of the sailors
was ominous. This calm had fallen so suddenly that the boat had not been
able to reach land, or even water more sheltered. It must meet the full
fury of the tempest.
The lightning began to play incessantly. The thunder had a sound of
struggle, as if the giant of the skies were breaking his fetters.
At length the listeners heard a sullen roar more prolonged than the
tempest, and the wind was upon them. The little vessel shivered and flew
before it. It swept past the cove that the sailors had hoped to enter,
and bore down with terrible speed toward the rocky coast beyond. The
sails had been furled, but the wind and the water needed no aid. The
rain came, a blinding deluge; the forked bolts seemed to have set the
air on fire; the crash of the thunder and the roar of the wind and the
water all mingled together.
The company had scattered. Only a few had gone into the little cabin,
the rest preferring to take what small chance the freedom of the deck
might give them. With all conventionalities swept away, they were
themselves as their companions had never seen them before and never
would again. Some were crouched on the deck, with sobs and cries for
help; some knelt in silent prayer, and others sat with a stoicism of
bearing that their paleness and anxious eyes showed was superficial.
Elizabeth, with an unconquerable desire to meet death upon her feet,
stood clinging to the mast. She had thrust her arm through a rope about
it, and so could resist the wind which, as she stood, was somewhat
broken to her by the mast. Archdale, catching by one thing and another,
came toward her. Slipping one arm into the rope, he put the other about
her in a firm support.
She looked up at him. She remembered him as she had seen him during the
siege, imperturbable in a storm of shot. "You have faced death many
times before," she said.
"Never with you beside me. The dread of this is that I cannot save you."
And then, as he looked at her, all that he had come to understand, and
had meant to break to her so slowly, lest she should be startled away
from him, broke from him at once in impetuous speech. "But death with
you, Elizabeth," he cried, "is better to me than life without you. I
have known it for only a little time; I can't tell how long it has been
true. But, in face of death, you shall know it. Don't think me fickle.
You know better than any one else how I played out that game to the
bitter end,--no, the happy end,--for at this moment I would rather stand
here five minutes and speak out my heart to you, and feel that you love
me, and die in your love, Elizabeth, than spend a long life by Katie
Archdale's side. My darling, I am selfish. I would send you away to
safety if I could; but I must be glad to have you here beside me." For
she was clinging to him, and her head, that had from the first been bent
to avoid the wind, was almost upon his shoulder. A moment ago he had
thought that this would be enough to comfort him if she did not turn
from him; now it was not even the beginning, it was only a divine
possibility. He bent over her. "Before it is too late, my darling," he
said.
But she did not speak. Only, after a moment, she raised her head, and
their eyes met.
The wind shrieked in its fury, the water seethed and hissed, and the
boat rushed on toward the rocks. The two turned their eyes away to watch
the sea, and then back again upon each other.
"It is the water that unites us again," said Archdale, "and this time
forever. My wife, kiss me once here before eternity come."
"Have you no hope?" she asked him.
"It is cruel," he answered. "No, I have none. When we touch the rocks
the boat will go to pieces in an instant. And look at the sea." She
raised her lips to his as he bent over her; no color came into her face;
she was already at the gates of death. She spoke a few low words to
Archdale, and then they stood together in silence.
Through the blackness of the storm they saw the turrets of foam where
the water was raging over the hidden rocks. Elizabeth shivered. "My
father!" she said, brokenly. Stephen could speak no word of comfort. He
could only clasp her more closely as they waited for the fatal crash.
His eyes now rested upon hers, and now measured the distance between the
boat and the breakers.
"What does it mean?" he cried at last. "We are not going directly upon
them now! Can the wind have veered? O God! is there any chance? any of
life with you, Elizabeth? No, it cannot be." His voice had an
unsteadiness that his conviction of the destruction that they were
rushing upon had not given it.
The wind had veered, and in veering had fallen a very little. It no
longer rained in such torrents; but the rain had been a discomfort
unnoticed in the danger. The wind, still furious, and the rocks which
they were nearing, left no one in the boat, thought for the rain.
It grew a little lighter. The vessel gave herself a shake, not like the
straining of the moments before, and rushed on. Yet the wind had lost
something of its force, and it was not now driving directly against the
rocks, as Archdale had seen. It might veer and fall still more before
they should be reached. There was still terrible danger; but there was,
at least, one chance of escape.
So the minutes went by. The rocks grew plainer to the watchers until it
seemed to them probable that they were passing over the outermost ones.
But, if the boat could round the point before her without striking, it
would find a smoother shore beyond.
With the brightening of the prospect Elizabeth had drawn away from
Archdale, and they had joined the others who had revived a little in the
new hope. All were breathless with suspense, for the next few moments
were more full of instant peril than those that had gone before. At any
moment they might strike, and then--half a mile or more of foaming water
between them and the shore, while the two frail boats that they had to
make the passage in would not hold them all.
The storm on shore was remembered for years as something nearer a
tropical hurricane than had been known ever to have visited New England.
The boat swept on. Once there came a sound that made the listeners
shiver, but the keel grated and passed over, the point was rounded, and
they entered calmer water, wild enough, however, and found the wind
still falling and the place more sheltered.
But it was not for some time, and not without great danger in the
passage, that all the party stepped again upon land.
They were miles away from their homes, and must find present shelter,
and such conveyance as they could.
On the way to a farm-house that had opened its doors to them, Archdale,
who had been helping in getting the company on shore, joined Elizabeth.
He took the shawl that she was carrying and threw it over his arm,
making use of the opportunity to say a few words to her in an undertone.
He never forgot the expression with which she looked up at him.
Embarrassment and amusement threw a veil over her gratitude for their
safety, and over that new force in her that danger had revealed.
"You would not have had everything all your own way so readily," she
said, "if--if--I mean, I--I should not have"--She stopped.
A terrible fear seized upon Archdale.
"You regret what you said? You did not mean it, Elizabeth?" His lips
were dry. He spoke with difficulty. It had seemed to him too wonderful
for belief.
She gave him one swift glance that set his heart aglow. She slipped her
hand into his proffered arm, and went on demurely in the drenched
procession.
END.
FOOTNOTES:
[E] Copyright, 1884, by Frances C. Sparhawk.
THE ORIOLE.
BY CLINTON SCOLLARD.
Oriole, sitting asway
High on an emerald spray,
Why that melodious zest,
Bird of the beautiful breast,
Bright as the dawn of the day?
What are the words that you say?--
"Sing and be merry with May,
Since to be merry is best,"
Oriole?
Winter has wasted away;
Gone are the skies that were gray:
Hear the glad bird near its nest!
Come let us join in its jest,--
Join in the joy of the gay
Oriole!
A TRIP AROUND CAPE ANN.
BY ELIZABETH PORTER GOULD.
Mr. and Mrs. Gordon allowed no summer to pass without going with their
family to some place noted for its beautiful or historical attractions.
Their ten days' stay in Nantucket, in July, 1883, as well as their
intelligent sojourn in Concord the following summer, had been to them a
fruitful source of many an hour's conversation and pleasure.
And now the summer of 1885 was approaching, and where should they go? To
be sure they could not have the delightful company of Miss Ray, the
young lady who had been with them for several seasons, for she had
married, and gone to reside in Colorado. But their daughter Bessie was
still with them, and also their son Tom. He was now a student in the
Institute of Technology. This constituted the Gordon family.
After a little discussion, it was decided to yield to Mrs. Gordon's
desire to visit the home of her childhood, Manchester, Mass., and take
what she had not taken for twenty years, a ride round the Cape. Bessie
and Tom had never taken this trip, and Manchester was a good place to
start from. These were two important considerations which finally
decided the matter.
As they finished talking, Mrs. Gordon, in her zeal for historical truth,
begged that whenever they thought of or wrote the name of the Cape, they
would spell it with an _e_. She could not imagine Queen Anne spelling
her name Ann.
"Indeed," she added, "your Uncle Tenney in his 'Coronation' spells it
with an _e_, and so does Smith's 'Narrative,' the first document which
tells of it. That should be authority, surely."
When the middle of July came, the Gordons started, as they had planned
to do, to go to the home of Mrs. Gordon's mother in Manchester (now so
well known as Manchester-by-the-Sea), on old High Street. The town had
changed the name of this street to Washington, but the old lady could
not be tempted to call it so, for she had always lived on High Street,
indeed was born there, and she didn't see "why it wasn't the same street
that it always was." The good-sized brick house in which she lived was
particularly dear to Mrs. Gordon, since in it she first saw the light
of this world, and in it some of her pleasantest child-days had been
spent. So when upon their arrival she saw Tom boyishly stop to swing on
the linked iron chains which marked the front entrance to the house, she
herself was swinging on them, as in the olden days.
Upon entering the house, she found herself spontaneously going, just as
she used to do, through the hall to the piazza on the back of the house,
to catch a glimpse of the fresh green garden, with its summer
houses--one of which enclosed the well--which to her youthful eye had
been so grand. How prettily the nasturtiums, growing over the wall,
adorned the time-honored lane by the house! No wonder that they had
caught the artistic eye of Enneking. For these nasturtiums, with the
dear old lane which had known her childish feet, the large elm tree, and
even a portion of the house itself, as caught by his genius, had greeted
her eye when a short time before she had been in New York city. Then the
house had another and peculiar interest, since it had been dedicated,
like a church. A relative of hers, a well-to-do sea-captain, had built
it some fifty years ago, and although he was no professor of religion,
yet he conceived this idea concerning it. Perhaps the size of the house
had suggested this to him, since it was a large one for those days.
Everybody thought it was so strange to have the minister come and hold a
regular dedication service. The house was full of people to witness it.
But when, many years afterward, the first services of a church which was
formed from the old one were held in the parlors of this very house,
many thought Captain Allen's act prophetic.
The morning after the arrival of the Gordon family at this interesting
brick house, familiar to all old frequenters of Manchester, Mr. Gordon
made arrangements for a ride around the town. Every year, he said, had
something new to show. They went first in the direction of Gale's Point.
The sight of the comfortable Smith farm, where Mrs. Gordon used to visit
when a girl, brought to her mind the fact that the whole of this Gale's
Point, where now there were no less than sixteen fine houses was then a
part of this farm known as Major's Smith's pasture land. It could have
been bought for a mere song. But now some of the land had brought over
six thousand dollars an acre. How she did wish that her father had been
far-seeing enough to have bought up all this shore when he could have
done so for a mere pittance!
They stopped every little while to enjoy the fine ocean-views which the
Point afforded. Mr. Gordon's business eye was noticing every
improvement.
"They'll miss it," he said, as they passed in sight of the observatory
on Doctor Bartol's place across the stream, "if they do not build a
bridge over to Tuck's Landing. People then could drive directly there
from Point Rocks here, instead of going way round through the town. It
must come in time. It will come."
He seemed thus to have settled the matter, as far as himself was
concerned; and then wondered why that little wooden building was being
erected on the landing owned by the town. He found out its use, however,
when, a few weeks later, he was an invited guest to one of the annual
picnics held by the "Elder Brethren." These gatherings, he learned, had
become quite an institution for the mingling of fish chowders and bright
speeches.
Continuing their drive, they soon paused in front of the Howe place, for
its fine sea-view, and, later on, by the Black residence, for the added
inland view. The sight of Lobster Cove brought to mind the many good
picnics once enjoyed there. Soon Gale's Point was behind them, and they
were driving past the Masconomo, the hotel which gives such a pretty
background of human interest to Old Neck beach. This Indian name
suggested Indian history to Mrs. Gordon. She was so surprised that her
children were ignorant of Masconomo, the sagamore of Agawam.
"Why, this town ought to have been named Masconomo," she added, after
having told them of his kind treatment of Governor Endicott's men, when
in 1630 they landed on these, his shores. "I am glad that Mr. Booth
remembered him when he built this hotel. I thanked him once for it."
As she finished speaking, she called attention to the quaint,
sloping-roof house perched upon a large, high rock, which they were then
passing. This was the one which Mr. James T. Fields had built and
occupied a number of summers before his death. The sight of it brought
to mind some pleasant little experiences of her friendship with him,
which she related as they continued their drive down the Old Neck road.
On this they passed the house, perhaps a hundred years old, now owned
and occupied by John Gilbert, the actor. A little further on they came
to the Towne place, which, through the courtesy of its owner, gave them
a good look at Eagle Head and the pretty houses which dot the
surrounding shore. Returning, they drove for a while on the singing
sands of Old Neck beach, before going back through the town towards West
Manchester to Doctor Bartol's observatory. On reaching that, through the
kindness of the venerable doctor, they were privileged to view from the
top its fine outlook.
"What a short distance to Gale's Point," exclaimed Tom pointing in that
direction, "but what a long ride round!"
"That's what I said," responded his father. "The bridge must come."
After driving through one or two of the neighboring places, and also
through the Higginson woods, where as yet there was but one house, they
drove back to the centre of the town. Before returning home they spent
some little time in Allen's favorite corner-store, where they indulged
with its genial owner--who was an old friend of Mrs. Gordon's--in
pleasant reminiscences. He told them much of the present condition of
the town, and of its projected changes. He said that the taxes, which
had been as high as thirteen or fourteen dollars a thousand, and as low
as four dollars and eighty cents, were just now six dollars and ten
cents a thousand. He greatly interested Bessie and Tom by telling
amusing and even thrilling anecdotes of some old ancestors of theirs who
had been prominent in town affairs. He told of one in particular, an old
sea-captain, who was captured by the British in the revolutionary war
for being an American; how he suffered everything while incarcerated in
Dartmoor prison, rather than deny his birthright. The originality of
this old "grandsir," as he was called, also interested them. He always
called the gentry, or the "upper ten," the "Qual." This was his name for
the quality, as others called them. Tom was specially pleased to hear
that the farm which he owned and lived on was still owned and occupied
by his descendants, having been in the same family name since 1640. What
is called "Leach Mountain" belongs to the estate.
As the Gordons were leaving the friend who had so entertained them, he
invited them to go in the afternoon to the Essex woods to see the
Agassiz rock, and the immense boulder near it. This invitation they were
happy to accept. Bessie was the only one of the party who had visited
the place. She had taken a trip there the summer before with a party of
scientific people, and had not wearied in speaking of its peculiar
characteristics. No wonder that Agassiz himself had come to see it, and
expressed his admiration for it. Then such an immense boulder resting
upon another boulder and bearing upon its summit a thrifty pine tree,
was certainly a wonder. And they all thought so too, when in the
afternoon they were climbing the rough ladder (manufactured by two
Manchester gentlemen for the purpose) to obtain the views over all the
trees of the town, and islands, with the ocean winding in and out. They
found it hard to believe that such boulders found in thick woods could
have been borne hither in ages gone by, by the force of the waters of
the sea. But Tom declared, with a student's air which did not escape his
father's attention, that since they all showed the marks of glacial
action, it must have been so. After visiting this novel freak of nature,
they drove up through the Essex woods. These woods of nearly four miles
in length were especially dear to Mrs. Gordon, since they were so
associated with good times of her youth. She silently thanked the
far-seeing people who, to preserve them from the hand of the wood-cutter
had secured a portion on each side of the road.
These drives around Manchester led her to reflect how the town was
improving under the influence of its summer residents. New roads had
been made, and one long since closed had been reopened. Bessie had told
of this the summer before, when she had driven over its several miles of
woods to the Chebacco lakes. The streets were now lighted and watered,
and even some of the fences had been removed. This she considered a
great improvement. Indeed, since her visit to Williamstown, and other
towns in the Berkshire hills, she could not be wholly satisfied with any
place seeking beauty as long as the houses were shut in by fences. She
looked upon these as relics of barbarism, necessary only to primitive or
disorderly regions. To be sure she did not see but four or five of the
eleven or twelve cabinet manufactories which she used to see, but she
saw a public library well patronized by the nearly two thousand
inhabitants.
The large cobble-stones in front of some of the houses so attracted
Tom's attention that they all decided to go the next day to Cobble-stone
Beach to see these "hard-boiled eggs of the sea" which the ocean for
ages had been rounding into perfect shape. This they did before they
went to Norman's Woe to enjoy, with a party of friends, an old-fashioned
picnic. While sitting on the rocks at Norman's Woe, Tom, at Bessie's
request, recited The Wreck of the Hesperus. She could never think of the
one without the other, the poet had so immortalized it.
They had several yacht sails, one day going as far as Marblehead Neck,
where they landed, and enjoyed the hospitality of the Club House. Their
swift return to Manchester in less than an hour's time was a great
pleasure. But the days were going, and they were yet to go round the
Cape. The day that was finally set for this purpose proved to be one of
the loveliest of the season. By nine o'clock they were driving through
the Manchester woods, where every now and then the sweet wild roses
greeted them by the roadside. As Mrs. Gordon looked in among the stately
pines she felt as never before the steady friendship of nature. The
thought rested her. These old trees were as true to her to-day as they
were years ago. She soon saw in the distance on Graves' Beach the house
which the poet Dana, as one of the first summer residents, had built
some forty years ago. This was still in the Dana name, and the one near
it was the summer-house of the poet's grandson and his wife, the
daughter of Longfellow.
Later they passed the Manchester poorhouse, with its good ocean-view,
and caught a glimpse of Baker's island. When they came to a small pond
by the roadside, separated from the salt water by only a narrow strip of
land, Mrs. Gordon recalled how, when it was owned by the town (it now
belonged to the Jefferson Coolidge estate), she and her brother used to
gather its pond-lilies with the pink-tinted leaves. They were thought to
be extra fine. Just before they reached the Crescent beach in Magnolia,
they saw among the trees on the right the summer home of James Freeman
Clarke. After pausing for a good look at Magnolia with its Hesperus, its
Sea-View hotels, and its pretty cottages in the distance, and passing
the boundary stone between Manchester and Gloucester, they found
themselves in the Gloucester woods. They drove leisurely along to enjoy
their fragrance. They passed the swamp where the magnolia plant grows,
away from its Virginia home. Bessie, the day before, had seen for the
first time in her life, in a garden in the village, its white fragrant
blossoms on a plant which had successfully thrived, after having been
transplanted from this swamp. Others had thrived as well, much to the
delight of their owners.
Upon nearing Gloucester, the rocks became more apparent. The beautiful
Hovey place on the right gave particular satisfaction to Mr. Gordon for
its combination of woods, ocean-view, and look of solid comfort.
Soon Gloucester harbor, with Eastern Point lighthouse in the distance,
came before them. Then they crossed the little narrow bridge under which
the Massachusetts and Ipswich Bays meet. Tom had curiosity enough to
notice that the Ipswich was then running into the Massachusetts.
After passing the Pavilion Hotel, and driving through Gloucester's main
street with its busy outlook, they came to the Rockport road, with its
quaint houses, resembling those of Marblehead. While on this road they
saw, off on the right, Bass Rock, where was the summer home of Elizabeth
Stuart Phelps.
Just before entering Rockport the rocks were so many and connected that,
if they had chosen, they could have walked to the highway on Ipswich Bay
on them alone. No wonder that such a place was called Rockport.
While in the town they went to the Cove to see something of the
extensive fish business carried on there. They walked on to the Point,
to see the old fort which, in the time of the revolutionary war,
contained enough plucky men to seize a barge with men and a cannon,
which a passing British man of War sent to besiege them. The men were
taken to Gloucester, but the cannon was left there where it remained
until it found a better place in the town-hall yard. There, all
renovated, it now stands as a precious relic of American pluck.
Mr. Gordon was interested to see where the breakwater was to be, for
which government had been petitioned. This he considered a necessity
sure to come.
From Rockport they went on to Pigeon Cove, passing on the way
thrifty-looking houses, the Rockport Granite Company quarries, and also
those of the Pigeon Cove Company.
After having done justice to the good dinner which the Pigeon Cove House
afforded, they continued their ride around the Cape. Driving on to
Phillips Avenue, they passed the Ocean View House, and later the summer
home of Sara Jewett, the actress. Next to this was the house of the late
Doctor Chapin, who was a pioneer in Pigeon Cove as a summer resident.
After passing other cottages, and some boarding-houses, they came to
Halibut Point, the extreme point of Cape Ann. Here they alighted, and
went down on the rocks, and spent some time, on this perfect summer day,
in enjoying the grand old ocean. They then retraced their steps, and
were soon driving past more pretty cottages nestling among the pine
trees, surrounded by wild roses and well-directed care, until they come
out to the main road again. They then drove through Folly Cove, a
fishing-place facing Ipswich Bay, and also Lanesville, where they saw
work going on in the Lanesville Granite Company quarries. At Bay View
they visited the Cape Ann quarries. Here they saw the model of the
Flying Mercury, which, cut in granite, had just been sent on to the new
post-office in Baltimore. They also saw some granite balusters being
made for the same place. All this reminded Mrs. Gordon of her visit here
some fourteen years before, when she had seen the workmen cutting the
eagle for the Boston post-office. The polishing of the granite attracted
their attention. They learned that it took three days of constant
rubbing of sand and water over the granite by machine to obtain the
polish required. They next visited the place of General B. F. Butler,
near there, and also the one adjoining it of Colonel Jonas French.
Thence they returned to Gloucester, through the pretty winding road by
the Squam river, leaving the village of Annisquam, connected by a
bridge, at the right. They arrived in Manchester in the early evening,
delighted with their all-day trip. Mrs. Gordon had enjoyed the striking
and many changes which the twenty years had brought; while Mr. Gordon
was more than ever convinced of the value of this shore to those seeking
the beauty and healing strength of woods. They lingered a day or two
longer in Manchester, in which they enjoyed a moonlight stroll on the
beach, as well as a long, interesting drive all over Beverly Farms.
While driving through Franklin Haven's beautiful grounds, which he so
generously opens to the public, they, with others who had gone before
them, gratefully appreciated this privilege of seeing such beauty away
from the public thoroughfare. "In a peculiar sense," mused Mrs. Gordon,
"such men are benefactors. They rest the tired eye, and calm the
troubled nature."
The Gordons returned to their suburban Boston home wiser than they left
it. And they are fully determined to take another trip next summer. (If
they do, the readers of the _New England Magazine_ shall hear of it.)
EDITOR'S TABLE.
_Socialism in America and Europe._ It is a spectacle quite too sad for
laughter, and yet too comical for tears, which was offered a few weeks
ago by the unemployed and hungry thousands who disturbed the quiet and
alarmed the fears of the people of London. That strange and unlooked-for
outbreak was probably only the first act in a drama the end of which we
have not yet seen. If "coming events cast their shadows before," what
has happened in England, and is constantly happening in other European
countries and in America, bodes ill for the stability of governments and
the peace of the world. Socialistic theories fill the air, disturb the
minds, and inflame the passions of men. Socialism, in one or other of
its forms, counts its disciples by tens of thousands on both sides of
the Atlantic. With the majority it is a dim and indistinct craving after
an ideal condition of society, without any intelligent conception as to
how it is to be reached and realized. The acknowledged lights and
leaders of the movement, however, teach it as a philosophy, preach it as
a gospel, advocate and practise it as a new style of social refinement,
or labor for its adoption and establishment as a desirable scheme of
social reform. There are philosophical socialists, and Christian
socialists, and aesthetic socialists, and socialists whose dream can only
be fulfilled by a general overturning of the existing order of things
with a view to a more just and equitable distribution of wealth, labor,
liberty, and happiness. They disagree in many things very radically, but
they are all captured by one ideal and animated by one ambition, and it
is a sublime and beautiful conception too, being nothing less than the
consummation of human happiness--so far as such a thing is possible--and
the creation of a heaven upon earth. Socialism contemplates a condition
of society in which not only all shall share equally in work, profit,
property, and enjoyment, but in which there will be no "capitalists, no
middle-men, no rent-taking, and no interest-drawing, and if there is any
wage-paying, only such wage as is a due and full equivalent for the
portion of work done, which shall be measured by the exigencies of the
community, and shall be so assessed and paid for as to leave no margin
of profit to any but _actual_ workers;" a state of society, in a word,
on which all kinds of toil, the lowest as well as the highest, will be
so pleasant and agreeable as to be no toil at all. With so high and
admirable an aim, it seems a pity that socialism can find no better way
to fulfil itself than by a resort to lawlessness and violence.
Notwithstanding all that has been said, sung, and written in its favor,
especially in the two great English-speaking countries, it may still be
described as "a thing with its head in the clouds and its feet in the
intolerable mud." However, our business with our fellow-beings, as
Spinoza said, is not to censure them, nor to deplore them, but simply to
understand them.
* * * * *
_The Chinese Problem_ is one which is beset with so many
difficulties--moral, social, religious, industrial, economic,
international--that most thoughtful persons, probably, would prefer to
leave it alone if the indulgence of private feeling in the matter could
be made consistent with an adequate sense of public duty. As things have
been, and still continue to be, however, silence is impossible. The
question presses for solution, from many sides, with a painful
persistency, and the further shelving of it would scarcely be good
policy. Here in New England the problem may not confront us in that
sternly practical aspect which it every day wears to the citizens of the
Pacific Coast, and in other parts of the country, where considerable
Chinese populations affect the industrial interests of the local
communities. Nevertheless, its stable and satisfactory settlement is
quite as much our concern as theirs. Indeed, recent incidents in and
near Boston have made this perfectly plain. It is very true that the
perpetration of outrage and violence on harmless and unoffending
foreigners would not be tolerated for a moment by the public sentiment
and lawful authorities of the New England and other Eastern States; but,
in the judgment of other nations, not a section of the American people,
but the whole nation, however unjustly, will be made to bear the
responsibility of such lawless demonstrations of feeling as have
recently taken place in the West, and endure the discredit and reproach
of them.
Aside, therefore, altogether from the purely domestic bearing of this
painful subject, there are strong and sufficient reasons why some
immediate measures should be taken for the mitigation or removal of this
grave national trouble. It is certainly not easy to say what is best to
be done. Pride and prejudice of race is one of the most deep-seated and
ineradicable of human infirmities, and one of the most difficult to deal
with, especially when conjoined and complicated with other motives and
passions equally, if not more, powerful. But, while the recent message
of President Cleveland to Congress shows significantly enough how
difficult the problem appears to a high-souled, benevolent minded, and
practical statesman, it also contributes some valuable suggestions
towards its solution, in the carrying out of which it is to be earnestly
hoped he will be vigorously supported and assisted by congressional
action.
* * * * *
_A Short History of Napoleon the First._[F] Naturally gifted with a fine
faculty for historical criticism, and possessing an uncommon breadth and
completeness of information in that department of historical research
which his professional duties have called him specially to cultivate,
Professor Seeley's historical judgments have acquired a weight and
authority quite their own. We were, therefore, prepared, before opening
this book, to find in its pages a careful and discriminating estimate of
the military career and character of the Child of the Revolution,--and
we have not been disappointed. The task Professor Seeley set himself was
one requiring as much courage as intelligence and critical skill; and he
has displayed all these qualities in a most admirable manner, with the
result that a great historical problem has been appreciably advanced
towards its true solution. Mr. Seeley is quite aware of the difficult
and delicate nature of his undertaking. This feeling betrays itself
constantly. "He lends himself readily to unmeasured panegyric or
invective," says the Professor, "but scarcely any historical person is
so difficult to measure." Again: "No one can question that he leaves far
behind him the Turennes, Marlboroughs, and Fredericks, but when we bring
up for comparison an Alexander, a Hannibal, a Caesar, a Charles, we find
in the single point of marvellousness Napoleon surpassing them all.
Every one of those heroes was born to a position of exceptional
advantage. Two of them inherited thrones; Hannibal inherited a position
royal in all but the name; Caesar inherited an eminent position in a
great empire. But Napoleon, who rose as high as any of them, began life
as an obscure provincial, almost as a man without a country. It is the
marvellousness which paralyzes our judgment. We seem to see at once a
genius beyond all estimate, a unique character and a fortune utterly
unaccountable."
But, while admitting that the personality and the fortune of Napoleon
were both alike surprising, Mr. Seeley contends that it is only the
accidental combination of both which has impressed and captivated the
imagination of mankind; and he believes that the separation of these
factors by a calm exercise of the judgment will greatly simplify the
problem and reduce the marvel of the great soldier's achievements. There
will, of course, be some divergence of opinion as to this, but it seems
to us that, on the whole, it is a judgment which subsequent historians
will be likely to accept without serious modifications. It can hardly be
called an absolutely impartial judgment. At no more than a distance of
seventy years from Waterloo, that was not in the nature of things
possible, if indeed it will ever be. The historian that would tell the
story of the French Revolution, and estimate the character and result
of Napoleon's military and political action, without bias or betrayal of
personal sympathy or antipathy, would be a most extraordinary person; he
could not be an Englishman; he could not be a Frenchman; he could not be
a German; he could scarcely be an American, for obvious reasons. Bearing
this in mind we cannot but think that Mr. Seeley has achieved
considerable success in the difficult task he has undertaken in the
later and more valuable portion of his book. Fully admitting, as he
does, Napoleon's extraordinary military talents, his astonishing
versatility and fruitfulness of resource, the promptitude, rapidity, and
unerring precision of his movements, Mr. Seeley maintains that what is
really marvellous is the remarkable combination of favorable
circumstances which at the outset furnished his field, and the equally
remarkable flow of good fortune which made him so successful in it.
Commenting on the brilliant victory of Marengo, which the professor
designates "his crowning victory," he says, "Genius is prodigally
displayed, and yet an immense margin is left for fortune." He points out
Napoleon's superstitious belief in his own unfailing good luck, and
shows how, by expecting results entirely unwarranted by the
probabilities, as at Leipsic, for instance, his strange hallucination
finally proved ruinous to himself and to France.
* * * * *
The thanks of all lovers of literature are due to our enterprising
contemporary, the _Century_, for securing and presenting to the public
the opinions of leading American journalists, authors, and scholars on
the subject of international copyright. The truly laudable endeavor of
the _Century_ Company to obtain for the noble army of thinkers and
writers on both sides the Atlantic the protection they desire and
deserve will, it is hoped, not prove vain and futile. That any immediate
and satisfactory step will be taken in this direction is scarcely to be
expected. But the discussion of the question, in the form presented by
the _Century_, will, at least, do something to break up the supineness
and indifference of the reading public. That once done, some substantial
redress of an old-standing grievance will not be much longer delayed.
FOOTNOTES:
[F] Boston: Roberts Brothers.
EDUCATION.
In determining a nation's place and power in the great work of modern
civilization, it is not necessary to take into consideration the extent
of its territory, the number of its population, the richness of its
resources, the extent and prosperity of its commerce, the wealth of its
people, the sufficiency of its naval and military defences, or even the
form of its government and the character of its political institutions;
the decision must mainly turn on the thoroughness, completeness, and
comprehensiveness of its educational machinery and work. Judged by this
standard the United States may fairly claim to be assigned a foremost
place in the great community of enlightened and progressive modern
peoples. It is very true that the high schools, colleges, and
universities of the country cannot boast a great historic past; that
they can scarcely be said to be so completely equipped and munificently
endowed as many of the English and German seats of learning; but these
disadvantages of a young and growing nation will, in course of time,
diminish and disappear, while newer and happier educational methods,
employed in a freer and more favorable field, will be sure to produce
results not hitherto achieved in this most important department of human
enterprise and activity.
The attention of the American nation is being turned, as never before,
to the question of education; the wealth of the nation is being
literally poured forth upon a scale and with a munificence unprecedented
perhaps in the history of the world. "In the single decade, from 1870 to
1880," says Dr. Warren, President of the Boston University, in his
report for the year 1884-85, "private individuals in the United States
consecrated to educational purposes, by free gift and devise, more than
thirty millions of dollars." This fact, taken in conjunction with the
truly noble deed of "the Hon. Leland Stanford, who by one act set apart
for the founding and equipping of a new University in California the
magnificent endowment of twenty millions of dollars," speaks volumes.
The educational future of America was never so full of promise as
to-day.
HISTORICAL RECORD.
January 15.--Annual meeting of the American Statistical Society, at
Boston. Officers were elected as follows: President, Francis A. Walker;
vice-presidents, George C. Shattuck and Hamilton A. Hill; corresponding
secretary, Edward Atkinson; recording secretary, Carroll D. Wright;
treasurer, Lyman Mason; librarian, Julius L. Clarke; counsellors, J. R.
Chadwick, Benjamin F. Nourse, John Ward Dean; committee on publication,
R. W. Ward, Walter C. Wright, C. D. Bradlee; finance committee, Lyman
Mason, D. A. Gleason, Otis Clapp. Edward Atkinson read a paper in which
he discussed the question of the cost of living, and showed that the
tendency, recent and present, has been, and is, an ameliorating one.
* * * * *
January 16.--The Salem Athenaeum proprietors held a meeting to take
action on the proposed consolidation of its library with the several
other private collections, for the nucleus of a public library. The
proposition had already been accepted by the Essex Institute, and a
committee appointed to confer with other societies. There was some
discussion, and a committee, consisting of William Mack, the Rev. E. B.
Willson, John Robinson, T. Frank Hunt, and Charles Osgood, was chosen by
a vote of 41 to 10 to carry out the project of consolidation.
* * * * *
January 18.--Annual meeting of the Webster Historical Society, at the
Old South Meeting-house, in Boston. Officers were elected as follows:--
President, the Hon. Joshua L. Chamberlain, of Maine.
Vice-Presidents.--The Hon. Alexander H. Rice, Massachusetts; the Hon.
George F. Edmunds, Vermont; the Rev. Noah Porter, Connecticut; the Hon.
Henry Howard, Rhode Island; the Hon. Austin F. Pike, New Hampshire; the
Hon. James G. Blaine, Maine; the Hon. Thomas F. Bayard, Delaware; the
Hon. William M. Evarts, New York; the Hon. J. Henry Stickney, Maryland;
the Hon. D. W. Manchester, Ohio; the Hon. John Wentworth, Illinois; the
Hon. Lucius F. Hubbard, Minnesota; the Hon. J. C. Welling, District of
Columbia; the Hon. George C. Ludlow, New Jersey; General William T.
Sherman, Missouri; Dr. Edward W. Jenks, Michigan; Capt. Clinton B.
Sears, Tennessee; the Hon. Joseph B. Young, Iowa; the Hon. Horace Noyes,
West Virginia; the Hon. James H. Campbell, Pennsylvania; the Hon.
William H. Baker, New Mexico, and the Rev. Charles M. Blake, California.
Executive Committee.--The Hon. Stephen M. Allen, Edward F. Thayer,
Nathaniel W. Ladd, the Hon. Edmund H. Bennett, and the Hon. Albert
Palmer.
Finance Committee.--The Hon. Nathaniel F. Safford, William B. Wood,
Henry P. Kidder, Edward F. Thayer, and the Hon. Alexander H. Rice.
Historiographers.--The Rev. William C. Winslow, the Rev. Edward J.
Young, and the Rev. Thomas A. Hyde.
Committee on Future Work.--The Hon. Nathaniel F. Safford, the Hon. E. S.
Tobey, Stillman B. Allen, the Hon. Mellen Chamberlain, and Thomas H.
Cummings, Esq.
Treasurer.--Francis M. Boutwell.
Recording Clerk.--Nathaniel W. Ladd.
Corresponding Secretary.--Thomas H. Cummings.
Actuary.--William H. Colcord.
The annual address, entitled "Daniel Webster as an Orator," was then
delivered by the Rev. Thomas Alexander Hyde.
* * * * *
January 18.--At Lowell, Mass., the Joint Special Committee of the City
Council, appointed to consider the expediency of observing April 1, the
fiftieth anniversary of the city's incorporation, by a formal
celebration, decided that it was expedient. James Russel Lowell, who is
a nephew of Francis Cabot Lowell, the founder of the city, will probably
deliver the oration.
* * * * *
January 28, 29.--A serious ice-storm did great havoc among trees in many
of the cities and towns of New England.
* * * * *
February 11.--Meeting of the Mass. Historical Society, the Rev. Dr.
Ellis, the president, being in the chair. The death of Francis E.
Parker, who had been for twenty-three years a member of the society,
called forth earnest words from those who were intimately associated
with him.
Mr. Quincy presented to the cabinet of the society a piece of
Shakspere's mulberry-tree, which had been cut from a block that belonged
to David Garrick, and was sealed with his seal (a head of Shakspere), as
a witness of its authenticity. This block was presented to the
distinguished actor by the mayor, aldermen, and burgesses of Stratford,
at the famous jubilee of 1769. Mr. Quincy gave a short sketch of Robert
Balmanno, a Shaksperian scholar and collector, who possessed the
original block, with Garrick's seal upon it, and whose affidavit is
attached to the piece given to the society. The Hon. R. C. Winthrop
presented to the society a large framed photograph of Daniel Webster,
taken from an original crayon portrait which has been hanging on his own
walls for forty years. The latter was drawn by Eastman Johnson at Mr.
Winthrop's request, and at the very time that Healy was taking a
likeness in oil for the royal gallery at Versailles. The sittings, which
lasted about a week, were held in one of the old committee-rooms of
Congress, down in the crypts of the Capitol. The crayon, when finished,
elicited expressions of admiration from some of the most intimate
friends of Mr. Webster, and it was afterwards lithographed; but this
photograph is better, and is hardly less impressive than the original.
The president read a letter of sympathy prepared to be sent to Gov.
Hutchinson on his departure for England by some prominent citizens of
Milton. An indignant protest from other citizens compelled the
retraction of this letter before it was sent. These papers will appear
in a history of Milton now in preparation. Mr. Deane offered a
resolution from the Council that a committee be appointed to inquire
into the value and extent of the labors of Mr. B. F. Stevens in
publishing from the archives of the states of Europe the diplomatic
correspondence and other papers relating to the United States between
1772 and 1784, and to report whether or not it be desirable for this
society to take any action to encourage the work. Mr. Winsor and Dr.
Green were appointed members of this committee. Dr. Moore moved that a
letter once written by a committee of this society on the centennial
celebration of the settlement of Boston, which does not appear on its
records, be reproduced in the proceedings, since the action of this
society was the first step which led to that interesting celebration.
* * * * *
February 13.--Meeting of the New England Historical Genealogical
Society, President Wilder in the chair. The historiographer announced
the decease of members, of which information had been received, viz.:
Ashael Woodward, M.D., at Franklin, Conn., December 30, 1885; Ariel Low,
at Boston, January 5, 1886; Nahum Capen, LL.D., at Dorchester, January
8; Francis Walker Bacon, at Boston, January 17; Edmund Batchelder
Dearborn, at Boston, January 22; Henry Perkins Kidder, at New York,
January 28. The corresponding secretary made a statement as to some of
the more valuable gifts of books for the month, the donation of chief
value being a full set of Force's "American Archives," from the Hon. M.
P. Wilder. The secretary, the Rev. Mr. Slafter, also made a statement
concerning the proposition recently made by Mr. Benjamin F. Stevens, an
antiquarian of local celebrity, formerly resident in Vermont, but now in
England. He has made a collection of titles of manuscripts relating to
American affairs during the period from 1772 to 1784, which manuscripts
are in the government archives of England, France, Holland, and Spain,
and number 80,000 or more. Many of them are of the first historical
importance, and have never been published. The proposition is that
Congress shall be induced to take some measures for the printing of
these indexes and the more important of the manuscripts. The society, on
Mr. Slafter's motion, adopted a resolution in favor of the project, and
appointed a committee to cooeperate with other committees or societies in
urging the matter at Washington. Mr. Slafter declined being chairman of
the committee, and it was made up as follows: Abner C. Goodell, John
Ward Dean, Albert H. Hoyt, Edmund F. Slafter, and Charles L. Flint. The
historical essay of the session was read by Mr. S. Brainard Pratt, of
Boston, and its subject was "The Bible in New England." In referring to
the use of the Bible in the Sunday service, by reading of selections
therefrom, he said this was for a long time resisted. The first reading
of the kind was in the Brattle-street Church, in Boston, in 1699, and it
was regarded as an audacious innovation, as savoring of Presbyterianism,
and being but little better than Episcopalianism in disguise. The next
church to adopt the practice was that of South Reading, in 1645, and the
next was in 1669, when the Old South Church, in Boston, took up with it.
The progress of the movement was very slow, as is indicated by these
facts, and the fact that in the South Parish Church, of Ipswich, there
was no reading of Scripture, as a part of the service, until the year
1826. The essayist said there have been 326 versions, of varying
editions, of the New and Old Testaments, or both, published in New
England, namely: In Rhode Island, 1; Maine, 12; Vermont, 18; New
Hampshire, 25; Connecticut, 83; Massachusetts, 187. There yet remains
one in manuscript, of great interest, which the enterprise and wealth of
Boston have never yet given to the world in type. That is the version
prepared by Cotton Mather, and the manuscript of which is in the
possession of the Massachusetts Historical Society.
* * * * *
February 13-16.--Floods did great damage in Boston and other places in
Eastern Massachusetts, Rhode Island, and Connecticut.
NECROLOGY.
January 16.--Death of Henry W. Hudson, LL.D., at Cambridge, from
exhaustion following a slight surgical operation. He was one of the most
noted Shaksperian scholars in the world. He was born in Cornwall, Vt.,
January 28, 1814. His early life was, like that of so many other Green
Mountain boys, one of poverty, struggle for a livelihood and an
education, till finally he had gained his much-coveted collegiate
training, and began life as a teacher in the South. He became interested
in Shakspere, studying the plays with only the slight aids then within
his reach. Almost immediately he fell to work upon his critical analysis
of the dramatist, which he delivered in the form of lectures at
Huntsville, and afterwards at Mobile and Cincinnati. In the fall of 1844
he came to Boston, and was constantly engaged in delivering his
Shaksperian lectures, during the following winter, in Boston and the
chief neighboring cities. The succeeding year they were repeated in
Philadelphia, Baltimore, and Washington. George S. Hillard, Theodore
Parker, Dr. Chandler Robbins, and Mr. Emerson became deeply interested
in him. His lectures were first published in 1848, and were dedicated to
Richard H. Dana. Mr. Hudson was admitted to the diaconate in the
Episcopal Church by Bishop Whittingham, in Trinity Church, New York, in
1849. He was still more or less engaged in literary pursuits, and in
1852 became and continued for nearly three years the editor of the
_Churchman_, a weekly religious journal then published in New York.
Subsequently he originated the _Church Monthly_, which he edited a year
or two. His only parochial charge has been that of St. Michael's,
Litchfield, Conn., assumed in 1858 and retained until 1860. It was in
1851 that his first edition of "Shakspere's Plays" appeared, in eleven
volumes, after the form and style of the Chiswick edition of 1826. In
1852 he married Miss Emily S. Bright, daughter of Henry Bright, of
Northampton. In 1862 he became chaplain in the New York Volunteer
Engineers. From 1865 Mr. Hudson lived principally in Cambridge,
frequently officiating in parish churches on Sundays, but principally
devoting himself to the teaching of Shakspere and other English authors,
in Boston and the immediate neighborhood. He was for a long time a
lecturer on English literature at the Boston University. A few years ago
he received the degree of LL.D., from Middlebury College. For two years
he was the editor of the _Saturday Evening Gazette_. In 1870 Messrs.
Ginn & Heath became his publishers, and brought out his "School
Shakspere" in three volumes, containing seven plays each. In 1872 he put
into two volumes the substance of his earlier volumes on "Shakspere's
Characters," revising, condensing, rewriting his earlier work, parts of
which he had outgrown, and presenting his final opinions, under the
title of Shakspere's "Life, Art, and Characters," which he dedicated to
his friend, Mr. Joseph Burnett, of Southboro'. It is but a few years
since his "Harvard Shakspere" was brought out.
* * * * *
January 17.--Death of the Hon. Hosea Doton, of Woodstock, Vt., aged
seventy-four. He was a man of wide reputation as a mathematician and
civil engineer, and had long been in correspondence with leading
scientists in different parts of the country. His work in determining
altitudes of Vermont mountains is accepted as authority. For
thirty-eight years he made astronomical calculations for the _Vermont
Register_, also many years for the _New Hampshire Register_, and had
long kept a meteorological record for the Smithsonian Institute.
* * * * *
January 18.--Death of the Rev. Jacob Hood, at his residence in
Lynnfield. He passed his ninety-fourth birthday on Christmas-day last.
He was born in Lynnfield, December 25, 1791, and moved to Salem in 1820,
where he was master of the old East School in 1822, remaining until
1835, at a salary of $600 per year. He taught an old-fashioned
singing-school in Salem from 1835 to 1850, and hundreds of his old
pupils in Essex county delight to speak of him as "Master Hood." He
returned to Lynnfield in May, 1865, where he had quietly resided since,
respected and beloved by all around him.
* * * * *
Sudden death, in Boston, of Francis Edward Parker. He was the only son
of the Rev. Dr. Nathan Parker, minister of the Unitarian Church at
Portsmouth, N.H., and was born in that city, July 23, 1821. He was
educated at Phillips Exeter Academy, and from thence came to Harvard
College, where he graduated in 1841 with the highest honors of his
class. He studied his profession in the law-school at Cambridge, and in
the office of the late Mr. Richard H. Dana, and on his admission to the
bar, about 1846, he formed a professional connection with that gentleman
which continued until Mr. Dana's appointment to the office of United
States District Attorney, in 1861. He early gained a good position as a
lawyer, but his tastes led him more to chamber practice and to the
management of trust estates than to the conflicts of the court-room,
although he never entirely gave up the latter. As a trust lawyer he
stood in the front rank of the profession, and no one was intrusted
with greater and more momentous interests, and no one's judgment was
relied on with more implicit confidence on difficult and delicate
questions. In 1865 he was a member of the State Senate. For many years
he was a member of the School Committee and an Overseer of the Poor, and
rendered efficient services in those positions. He was long an active
officer of the Boston Provident Association, and at the time of his
death had been for many years one of the most influential members of the
Board of Overseers of Harvard University.
* * * * *
January 19.--Death, at Springfield, Mass., of Benjamin Weaver, one of
the founders of the _Springfield Union_. He was the most active and
influential Democrat in that city.
* * * * *
January 21.--The Hon. Samuel Metcalf Wheeler, a prominent citizen of
Dover, N.H., died after a protracted illness. He was born in Newport,
N.H., May 11, 1823; educated in the seminary at Claremont, N.H., the
military academy at Windsor, Vt., and the Newbury Seminary; studied law;
was admitted to the bar in 1847; soon after moved to Dover, and became a
partner with ex-Congressman Hall. In 1858 the partnership was dissolved.
He represented Dover in the Legislature for five years; was a member of
the Constitutional Convention, Speaker of the House; was a candidate for
Congress in the Republican Convention in the First District, twice being
defeated by only one vote, and he received the honorary degree of M.A.
from Dartmouth. He was at one time president of the Dover National Bank.
* * * * *
January 23.--Death at Chester, Vt., of Deacon A. B. Martin, well-known
and much respected through that region. He was aged sixty-three. He was
formerly a member of the State Legislature, and had held a number of
offices of trust.
* * * * *
January 28.--Death in New York of Henry P. Kidder, the Boston banker. He
was born in Boston, in 1821. During his youth he received the
common-school education of those days, displaying in his studies much of
the keen sagacity and clearness of intellect which characterized his
future business career. Although never a college student, he was always
what may justly be termed a well-read man, and, indeed, a learned one.
At fifteen years of age he went a mere boy into the wholesale grocery
house of Coolidge & Haskell, a firm well-known to many of Boston's
older residents. In his capacity as clerk he displayed a marked ability,
and won for himself the commendation of his employers. In 1842 Charles
Head obtained for him a position in the banking-house of John E. Thayer
& Brother. In twelve years he became a partner, and so continued until
1865, when a new firm was started, under the present name of Kidder,
Peabody, & Co. Twenty years of unexampled prosperity have placed it in
the foremost rank of America's banking establishments.
Mr. Kidder always shrank from publicity, and led a thoroughly domestic
life. He, however, was a Republican delegate to the National Republican
Convention in Chicago in 1884. He was president of the American
Unitarian Association, Treasurer of the Museum of Fine Arts, State
Trustee of the Massachusetts General Hospital, President of the
Children's Mission, Chairman of the Board of Trustees of the Young Men's
Christian Union, and was also connected with most of the charitable
institutions and organizations of the city. He had been for many years
one of the leading members of the South Congregational Church, and one
of its committee, taking a most active part in the work of the society.
* * * * *
January 31.--Death, at Marblehead, of Adoniram C. Orne, a well-known and
highly respected citizen of that town, at the age of 74. He was one of
the earliest shoe-manufacturers in Marblehead, and a public-spirited
citizen, many important local improvements having been suggested and
carried into effect by his persistent efforts. He was a consistent
advocate of temperance, and was the author of several statistical
pamphlets on the subject, some of which are recognized as authority, and
have a wide circulation.
* * * * *
February 7.--Death, at Worcester, of Hon. Peter C. Bacon, of the law
firm of Bacon, Hopkins, & Bacon. He was born in Dudley, in 1804. He was
the son of Jeptha Bacon. He graduated from Brown University in 1827, and
later read law at the New Haven Law School, and in the office of Davis &
Allen, in Worcester. He was admitted to the bar in 1830, and commenced
to practise in his native place, but soon removed to Oxford, where he
went into partnership with Ira M. Barton, who subsequently became Judge
Barton. In 1845 Mr. Bacon came to Worcester, and had ever since been the
leading member of the bar. Since his admission to the bar, fifty-six
years ago, Mr. Bacon's office has been a training-school for the youth
of the profession, and among his old students are reckoned some of the
leading lawyers of the State. Nearly one-half the lawyers in Worcester
were formerly students under him, and there is scarcely a State in the
Union that has not some representatives from this great law-office.
* * * * *
February 7.--Death, in Boston, of John G. Webster. He was born at
Portsmouth, N.H., on the 8th of April, 1811, and was, therefore, nearly
75 years of age. He was a distant kinsman of Daniel Webster. His
paternal grandmother was a kinsman of John Locke, the English
philosopher and metaphysician. His maternal ancestors, from whom he
received his middle name,--the Gerrisbes,--emigrated from England to
this country in 1640.
Mr. Webster's early education was in the schools of Portsmouth, N.H.,
and at a boarding-school of five hundred or six hundred boys, at South
Berwick, Me., which he was obliged to leave at the age of fourteen to
serve as clerk and book-keeper in a village store. In 1841 Mr. Webster
came to Boston and joined his brother, David Locke Webster, who had for
several years been engaged in the leather business, and they established
the firm of Webster & Co., with a joint capital of $12,000; the same
firm is still in existence, one of the oldest, if not the oldest in the
same line of business in the city of Boston. In 1845 the firm built a
tannery and leather manufactory in Malden, which covered about one acre
of ground. The same business now occupies an area of between twelve and
fifteen acres. Mr. Webster was in former years one of the most active
business men in this vicinity, engaged in many other enterprises outside
of his regular business. He was one of the incorporators of the Malden
Bank; was its president for several years; was one of the incorporators
of the Malden & Melrose Gas Company, and one of the Suffolk Horse
Railroad Company, since consolidated with the Metropolitan, of which he
was a director and the treasurer for some years. He was director and
treasurer of the Boston, Revere Beach, & Lynn Railroad from its
incorporation to the year 1880. He was a member of the City Council of
Boston in 1855 and 1856. He represented his ward in the Legislature of
Massachusetts in 1857, and again in 1880 and 1881.
Mr. Webster, when a young man, was in sympathy with the Whig party; but,
on the organization of the Free Soil party, became its earnest
supporter, and so continued until the formation of the Republican party,
of which he remained an ardent advocate until the day of his death.
His only son, Frederick G. Webster, in the year 1863, while yet a minor,
was tendered by Governor Andrew a commission as Lieutenant of the
Fifty-fourth Massachusetts,--Colonel Shaw's regiment,--one of the first
regiments of colored troops organized in the country. He accepted his
commission. Mr. Webster was too patriotic, too much devoted to the good
cause, to withhold his consent that his son should enter the army, and
the young man joined his regiment at Folly Island, South Carolina. In an
engagement which occurred soon after the captain of the company was
killed, and Lieutenant Webster took the place of his fallen superior,
and his comrades testify that he filled it with intrepid courage and
efficiency throughout the battle. Subsequently he fell sick with typhoid
fever, was taken to the hospital at Beaufort, S.C., and there died,
before his father could reach him. Mr. Webster leaves a widow and four
grown daughters, sorrow-stricken at his sudden and unexpected decease.
Any one who knew Mr. Webster in connection with charitable and
philanthropic work must testify to the gentle, loving kindness of his
nature and to his ready sympathy with the sorrows and misfortunes of his
fellow-creatures, and with every good work intended to ameliorate their
condition. He was one of the original members of the Citizens' Law and
Order League, was one of its first vice-presidents, and remained one of
its officers to the day of his death. He was the treasurer of the
National League, and the secretary bears testimony to his unfailing
interest in the good work, to his thorough sympathy and hearty
cooeperation in all efforts to mitigate the evils of intemperance. No
member of the League devoted more earnest zeal and self-sacrificing
labor to promote the reforms initiated by the League. He was a member of
the Public School Association, and a postal-card invitation to a meeting
of that Association, on Saturday last, bore his name in connection with
that of the Rev. Edward Everett Hale and several other gentlemen.
On Wednesday last Mr. Webster was out. On that evening he was feeling a
little ill, and postponed engagements which he had made for Thursday. He
supposed his illness only temporary, and expected to be out on Friday
and again on Saturday. When his family retired Saturday night they bade
him good-night, and he told them that he felt better. At three o'clock
in the morning they were awakened, and, hurrying to his room, found that
he apparently had difficulty about breathing, and in a few minutes he
passed quietly away without speaking. Mr. Webster was a member of the
New or Swedenborgian Church, and held to that faith very strongly. He
was a believer that departed spirits still hover about their friends and
assist them in the good which they are endeavoring to accomplish. If
such be the case, many a good cause in Boston to-day is being helped by
his presence, although he is gone from us forever.
IN OLDEN TIMES.
In Wickford, Rhode Island, is what is claimed to be the oldest Episcopal
church in America. It was built in 1707, and was once stolen and
transported a distance of seven miles. It was originally built on what
was then called McSparren Hill, but in the course of seventy-five years
the population had changed so that most of the worshippers came from
Wickford, seven miles away. The proposition to remove the church was
first made at a vestry meeting, but was so bitterly opposed by the few
members who yet remained on McSparren Hill that the Wickford faction
resolved on a _coup d'etat_. The road from where the church stood to
Wickford was all down hill. They mustered their forces one evening,
collected all the oxen in the vicinity, placed the house on wheels, and,
while the opposing faction were soundly sleeping in their beds, hauled
the holy edifice to the spot where it now stands, and where it has since
remained. As it was utterly impossible to move the house back up the
hill again, the surprised hill residents could only vent their rage in
unchurchly language. Although the old building is still standing, the
present society worship in a more modern edifice.
The house built by Elnathan Osborn, in 1696, still stands in Danbury,
Connecticut. One of the Osborns was six years old when General Tryon's
British troops visited the place. The lad came home from school to find
the house full of redcoats. They were making free with the contents of
the buttery. The boy attempted to back out, when one of the men called
to him, "Come in, lad, we won't hurt you." "Is there any cider in the
house?" asked the soldier. The boy took out a large wooden bowl, went
down cellar, and filled it several times with apple juice for the men.
When the British fired the village, a few hours later, there was no
torch applied to the home of Elnathan Osborn. The house still stands at
the foot of Main street. It is a low, hip-roofed house, studded with
enormous beams, and lighted with tiny diamond window-panes.
The oldest building in Boston is said to be the one which stands at the
corner of Moon and Sun Court streets. It was built in 1677, and conveyed
by Benjamin Rawlings to Ralph Barger, February 8, 1699, for L45, New
England currency, as per record in Registry of Deeds, lib. 19, fol. 270.
John Hollis, Braintree, who died in 1718, left, as is recorded in the
inventory of his estate, "one baptising suit."
Edwin D. Mead, of Boston, is to give a course of six lectures on "The
Pilgrim Fathers," before the students of Bates College at Lewiston, Me.
The lectures will begin March 1, and will be open to the public.
The New Haven Colony Historical Society has for its officers Simeon E.
Baldwin president, ex-Governor English vice president, Thomas R.
Trowbridge, Jr., secretary, Robert Peck treasurer, and a board of
twenty-five directors.
A lively discussion has been started as to which is the oldest church in
Connecticut. Stamford claims that its church that just celebrated its
two hundred and fiftieth anniversary was the first organized on
Connecticut soil. An old pastor of the First Church of Hartford writes
to claim that that church was organized in 1633, and that the two
hundred and fiftieth anniversary was celebrated in 1883. Stamford does
not deny that the Hartford Church may have been organized in 1633, but
says it was not in Connecticut at that time.
Hartford, Conn., has a public library of thirty-six thousand volumes,
but it costs anybody five dollars a year to get books out of it, and
there are only six hundred people in the whole city who care to pay that
price for its privileges.
* * * * *
OLD MARRIAGE RECORDS.
The following authentic list of marriages, by the Rev. Thomas Skinner,
second pastor of the Congregational Church in Westchester parish, in the
town of Colchester, Conn., is furnished for use in the NEW ENGLAND
MAGAZINE, by Mr. Martin L. Roberts, of New Haven, Conn.:--
1755.--Sept. 1, Caleb Loomis, Jr., and Ann Strong; Ezra Bigelow and
Hannah Strong.--Sept. 24, John Carrier and Hannah Knowlton.
1756.--Nov. 5, Rev. Ephraim Little and Mrs. Abigail Bulkley.
1758.--Jan. 4, Policarphus Smith and Dorothy Skinner; John Mitchell and
Hepzibah Shepardson.--Jan. 24, Jacob Smith and Jemima Fuller.--April,
Joshua Bailey and Ann Foot.--April 27, Samuel Brown of East Hampton and
Elizabeth Brainerd.--May 4, William Chamberlain, Jr., and Mary Day;
Bezaleel Brainerd and Hannah Brainerd.
1759.--Paul Gates and Mehitable Rogers; ----, Jehiel Fuller and Sarah
Day; ----, Daniel Shipman and Elizabeth Hartman.--July 10, John Bigelow
and Hannah Douglas.--Nov. 8, John Murray and Desire Sawyer.--Dec. 6,
Noah Day and Ann Loomis.
1760.--David Bigelow and Patience Foote.--April, Roswell Knowlton and
Ann Dutton.--May 7, Thomas Chipman and Bethiah Fuller.--May 29, Levi
Gates and Lydia Crocker.--Dec. 9, Lazarus Watrous and Lois Loomis.--Dec.
24, Hezekiah Waterman and Joanna Isham.
1764.--Jan. 8, David Bigelow and Mary Brainerd; Benjamin Morgan and
Elizabeth Isham.
* * * * *
AN EARLY BELL IN SALISBURY.--The town records of Salisbury, Mass.,
under date of 3, 1st mo. 1647: "it was ordered yt Richard North shall
have fivetie shillings for ringing the bell tow yeares & a half past &
twenty shillings to ring it one yeare more, beginning att Aprill next
ensueing." A year previous it was "voated to daube the meeting house."
A. T.
* * * * *
THE BOUNDARY LINE BETWEEN MASSACHUSETTS AND NEW HAMPSHIRE.--A committee
appointed by the freemen of Salisbury, Mass., in 1658, to determine the
boundary between Salisbury and Hampton (between Massachusetts and New
Hampshire), reported, "the sayed line is very darke & doubtful to us."
The same can be said in 1886, two hundred and thirty-three years later.
A. T.
* * * * *
The occasional revival of an old Indian name for an hotel, club, or
street should interest every American. Indeed, such names should be more
frequently revived than they are, to connect us in our history with the
Indian who preceded us. They also have an educational value. For it is a
fact that many, upon hearing, for the first time, of the _Mas'cono'mo_
and _Nan'nepash'emet_ hotels at Manchester-by-the-Sea and Marblehead
respectively, have been led to seek for the origin of the names, and in
this way have made their first acquaintance with the old Indian chiefs
who held full sway where the hotels now stand. It is possible that many
have been led to look up Indian history still farther since the new
_Algonquin_ Club was formed in Boston.
It is to be regretted that so many of the full-of-meaning, musical
Indian names ever should have been replaced by such commonplace English
ones as are now frequently met with. Who can say that _Chelsea_ is an
improvement on sweet _Win'nisim'met_? Or that the slight elevation which
joins that city to Everett, called _Mount Washington_ (how ludicrous
that must strike strangers who are familiar with _the_ Mount
Washington!), was not better as _Sagamore Hill_, the Indian name for it?
Some of its public-spirited inhabitants are going back to that; and they
dare to prophesy that, by the time Chelsea is a part of Boston as the
_Winnisimmet District_, it will have no other name.
LITERATURE AND ART.
The value of town histories is a subject which has been editorially
considered more than once in this magazine. Recognizing the importance
of these local histories in their relations to New England history in
general, it always gives us pleasure to note the additions which are
made from time to time to this department of historical literature. Such
an addition has recently been made in consequence of the centennial
anniversary of the town of Heath, Franklin county, Mass., which was
observed on the nineteenth of August last, the historical addresses with
other matter having been just published in a neat volume[G] of about one
hundred and sixty pages.
Heath, which was named from General William Heath, is a striking example
of the decadence of the New England hill towns, its population having
fallen from eleven hundred and ninety-nine in the year 1830, to five
hundred and sixty-eight at present. The site of old Fort Shirley is in
the township. Fifty years ago, the town afforded an unusual proportion
of its population to the professional ranks, and was noted for its
religious and educational influence and patronage. The two principal
addresses given in the book are by John H. Thompson, Esq., of Chicago,
and Rev. C. E. Dickinson, of Marietta, Ohio, and will be found valuable
to the general reader, as well as to the native of the town. Excepting
some typographical errors, the book is a model of such a work, and
reflects credit on the editor, Mr. E. P. Guild.
* * * * *
_Leaves from a Lawyer's Life, Afloat and Ashore_, contains some very
interesting personal reminiscences of the War of the Rebellion, and aims
to supplement and correct the too meagre and often inaccurate accounts
of "the naval and military forces whose services, sufferings, and
sacrifices" are there passed in review. The theme is popular and
inspiring, and the story is vigorously and eloquently told. The author
adopts a style of narrative admirably adapted to preserve the "many
honorable recollections" he records, and rescue from oblivion a number
of interesting facts which he complains "are fast vanishing into gloom."
The opening chapter, written from fulness of knowledge, and with a clear
perception of the relative value and importance of facts, will repay
careful perusal, notwithstanding all that has recently appeared in
popular American serials on the subject of the Civil War. In the
account it gives of the blockade of the Atlantic and Gulf ports, after
the notification of Flag Officer Pendergast, at Hampton Roads, April 30,
1861, we have a splendid illustration of the manner in which, in a great
national crisis, a lack of resources is made up for by energy, bravery,
and businesslike despatch. The account of the chase of the gold-laden
steamer R. E. Lee, under the command of the daring Captain Wilkinson, by
the Federal steamer Iroquois, is very exciting; and the charm thus felt
at the outset is evenly distributed and remarkably well sustained
throughout the book. Mr. Cowley's work is valuable, as supplying a place
not filled by any of the larger and more pretentious histories of the
late war. Full of vivid description, spicy detail, felicitous citation,
and sparkling anecdote, _Leaves from a Lawyer's Life_ is sure to prove a
genuine source of pleasure to a wide circle of readers.
* * * * *
_The Origin of Republican Form of Government._[H] This book discusses in
an historico-philosophical vein the genesis, growth, and development of
the constitution of the American Republic, and the exposition attempted
in its pages, if not exhaustive, is yet lucid, masterly, and suggestive.
While unable to admit the soundness of some of the author's premises, or
to acquiesce in all his conclusions, we are glad to recognize the high
value of his contribution to the literature of a profoundly interesting
subject, which hitherto can hardly be said to have monopolized the
attention and thought of American historians. The author is probably
wrong in thinking that in the pages of his interesting little book he is
pursuing an almost entirely untravelled path, but there can be no doubt
that considerable credit is due to him, for pointing out the exceeding
fruitfulness of a too much neglected field of historical inquiry. The
chapters on the political and religious causes of the Revolution are
worthy of a careful reading, and indeed we cordially commend the book as
a whole to all who wish to know the "record of their country's birth,"
and the constitutional guaranties of their personal "peace, liberty and
safety."
* * * * *
_Battle of the Bush_,[I] by Robert B. Caverly, is a series of historical
dramas published in pamphlet form, to be subsequently consolidated,
according to the advertisement of the publisher, "into a neat volume of
about three hundred and fifty pages." To those in love with the curious
legends and romantic incidents of early colonial history this work in
its present attractive form will be especially welcome. The simplicity
as well as savagery of Indian life is here placed in conjunction and
contrast with the sober domestic manners and customs, high-toned
morality and religion of the early Pilgrim people. The various
relations between the two, incident to neighborhood, trade, and
intercourse,--relations sometimes of friendship and sometimes of
conflict,--are often strikingly exhibited, and the author succeeds in
awakening a genuine interest in those old-time affairs. The beautiful
illustrations which enrich the work give it an additional attraction and
value.
* * * * *
_Railroad Transportation; its History and its Laws_,[J] by Arthur J.
Hadley, is worthy of careful study, and is likely to attract some
attention, discussing, as it does, questions of railroad history and
management which have become matters of public concern, and aiming to
present clearly the more important facts of American railroad business,
to explain the principles involved, and to compare the railroad
legislation of different countries and the results achieved. Mr.
Hadley's book admirably supplements the extant literature on the
subject, prominently presenting and ably discussing many hitherto
neglected features of importance. The book will prove valuable to
railroad stockholders, to statesmen desirous of a fuller understanding
of a question of great national interest, and to the American public
generally.
FOOTNOTES:
[G] Heath, Mass., Centennial, August 19th, 1885. Addresses, Speeches,
Letters, Statistics, etc. Edited by Edward P. Guild. Published for the
Committee.
[H] New York and London: G. P. Putnam & Sons.
[I] Boston: published by the author. For sale by B. P. Russell.
[J] G. P. Putnam & Sons: New York and London.
INDEX TO PERIODICAL LITERATURE.
(First numeral refers to foot-note and name of periodical.
Second number to page. Date of the periodical is that of month
preceding this issue of the NEW ENGLAND MAGAZINE, unless
otherwise stated.)
ACADEMIC AND EDUCATIONAL. Tufts College. _Rev. E. H. Capen. D.D._ 8,
99.--Abbot Academy. _Annie Sawyer Downs._ 8, 136.--Overwork in Schools.
_John D. Philbrick, LL.D._ 10, 330.--Education in Rome. _L. R. Klemm,
Ph.D._ 10, 335.--The Problem of Woman's Education. _Nicolo D'Alfonso._
_Translated by V. Chamberlin._ 10, 360.--The King's English at Home and
at School. _J. H. May_. 10, 369.--Our Insular Ignorance. _John Robert
Seeley._ 16, 199.--The Lady Teacher. _Margaret W. Sutherland._ 17,
55.--The Year's Work. _Elizabeth Taylor._ 17, 68.--How Shall we Teach
Writing in Primary Grades? 17, 77.
ANTHROPOLOGY. The Dance in Place Congo. _George W. Cable._ 7, 517.
ARCHAEOLOGY, PHILOLOGY, AND MYTHOLOGY. The Origin of the Alphabet. _A. H.
Sayce._ 16, 145.--Solar Myths. _F. M. Mueller_. 16, 219.--In the
Catacombs of Italy. 18, 202.
ARCHITECTURE. Recent Architecture in America. _Mrs. Sckuyler Van
Renssalaer._ 7, 548.--A New England Home. _Lyman H. Weeks._ 19,
142.--The Architectural Exhibition. _M. G. H._. 19, 146.
ART. Antoine Louis Barye. _Henry Eckford._ 7, 483.--On Drapery and its
Interpretation. _Thomas Gordon Hale._ 16, 255.--Fresco Decoration. 19,
144.--The Decoration of City Houses. _Ralph A. Cram._ 19, 150.--New
Lamps and Old. 19, 148.--Some Designs in Umbrella Stands, etc. _F. B.
Brock._ 19, 157.
BIOGRAPHY. W. H. Brown. J. H. Kennedy. 3, 410.--Thomas Burham. David W.
Cross. Henry J. Seymour. 3, 427.--Anecdotes of McClellan's Bravery. Z.
7, 515.--Anthony Wayne. _Gen. John Watts De Peyster._ 2, 127.--Toombs.
_Charles F. Woodbury._ 14, 125.--Two Old-fashioned Love Matches. _Helen
Campbell._ 14, 157.--Auber. 16, 207.--Who was John Harvard? _Frank J.
Symes._ 14, 181.--Sketch of Dr. W. E. Carpenter. 5, 538.--Sketch of
James Eads. 5, 544.--Women in Astronomy. _G. Langrange._ 5, 534.--Daniel
Webster as a School-master, _Elizabeth Porter Gould._ 10,
323.--Relations of Biography with History. _Hon. Marshall P. Wilder._
10, 341.--General Grant. _Gen. L. F. Jennings._ 10, 347.--Lives and
Homes of American Actors. _Lisle Lester._ 18, 104.--Sherman's Opinion of
Grant. 13, 200.
HISTORY.--Two Famous London Churches, 1, 144.--The City of Albany. Two
Hundred Years of Progress. _Frederic G. Mather._ 2, 105.--The Charleston
Convention, 1788. _A. W. Clason._ 2, 153.--Historic Aspects of Sable
Island. _J. McDonald Oxley, LL.B., B.A._ 2, 162.--The New Mexican
Campaign of 1862. _A. A. Hayes._ 2, 171.--Army of the Potomac under
Hooker. _Major William H. Mills._ 2, 185.--The City of the Straits.
_Henry A. Griffin._ 3, 348.--S. S. Cox's Three Decades of Federal
Legislation. _J. F. Rhodes._ 3, 356.--Siege of Fort Pitt. _T. J.
Chapman._ 3. 387.--Chicago. _Consul W. Butterfield._ 3, 393.--Geography
and Early American History. _B. A. Hinsdale._ 3, 433.--Preparing for the
Wilderness Campaign. _U. S. Grant._ 7, 573.--Our March Against Pope.
_Gen. James Longstreet._ 7, 601.--With Jackson's "Foot Cavalry" at the
Second Manassas. _Allen C. Redwood._ 7, 614.--On Detached Service, _C.
A. Patch._ 8, 121.--The Campaign of Shiloh. _Gen. G. T. Beauregard._ 13,
159.--A Family Romance of the Time of Elizabeth. _A. T. Story._ 12,
491.--Lost Journals of a Pioneer. _C. E. Montgomery._ 14, 173.--The Old
Regime of San Francisco. _Bernard Moses._ 14, 195.--Town Government in
Rhode Island. _W. G. Foster._ 21, 5.--The Narragansett Planters. _Edward
Channing._ 21, 5.
INDUSTRY.--Pittsburgh Glass and Glass-makers. _J. H. Seymour_. 3,
367.--Beginning of Some Public Enterprises in Western Pennsylvania. _W.
S._ 3, 414.
LITERATURE.--Original New England Magazine. _Rev. Edgar Buckingham._ 8,
153.--Macbeth with Kelly's Music. _A. A. Wheeler._ 14, 185.--Recent
Verse. 14, 205.--Recent Fiction. 14, 210.--Poetry, Politics, and
Conservatism. _George N. Curzon._ 16, 154.--Superfine English. 16,
177.--On Love's Labor Lost. _Walter Pater._ 16, 234.
MEDICINE, HYGIENE, PHYSIOLOGY.--Instinct as a Guide to Health. _Felix L.
Oswald, M.D._ 5, 517.--Medical Practice in Damaraland. _G. G. Buettner._
5, 526.--Cause of Acquired Immunity from Infectious Diseases. _James
Law, F.R.C.V.S._ 15, 97.--Health of United States Army. _B. F. Pope,
M.D._ 15, 112.--Yellow Fever Prevention. _Joseph Holt, M.D._ 15,
118.--The Plumbers. President Allison's Circular. _A. N. Bell._ 15,
121.--Impure Air and Unhealthy Occupations, etc. _C. W. Chancellor,
M.D._ 15, 125.--State Boards of Health of the United States. _G. P.
Conn._ 15, 133.--Crime and Insanity. 16, 249.--Sanitary House
Furnishing. _Glenn Brown, A.A.I.A._ 19, 154.
MISCELLANEOUS.--Lessons of the America's Cup Races. _J. Heslop._ 12,
498.
MILITARY.--The Increasing Curse of European Militancy. _Alfred Russell
Wallace._ 5, 521--The Musket as a Social Force. _John McElroy._ 5,
485.--The Grand Army of the Republic in Massachusetts. _Past
Commander-in-Chief George S. Merrill._ 8, 113.
MUSIC.--Chinese Music, etc. 20, 33.--Handel's "Messiah." 20,
34.--Technical Drill. 20, 36.--Opera Sung by Americans. 20, 37.
NATURAL HISTORY.--Will the Land become a Desert? _Joseph Edgar
Chamberlain._ 7, 532.--Pine Trees of Florida. 12, 581.--Acclimatization.
_Professor Rudolph Virchow._ 5, 507.
POLITICS. ECONOMICS.--Need and Nature of Civil Service Reform. _Dorman
B. Eaton_. 4, 171.--Recent Experiments in State Taxation _H. J. Ten
Eyck._ 5, 460.--Discrimination in Railway Rates. _Gerrit L. Lansing._ 5,
494.--Influence of Inventions on Civilization. _C. Smith._ 5,
474.--Irish Home Rule Agitation: Its History and Issues. _Rev. H. O.
Hewitt._ 8, 157.--The Congo and the President's Message. _John A.
Kasson._ 13, 119.--Race and the Solid South. _Cassius M. Clay._ 13,
134.--America's Land Question. _A. J. Desmond._ 13, 153.--England and
Ireland. _Henry George._ 13, 185.--Disintegration of Canada. _Dr.
Prosper Bender._ 2, 144.--The Chinese Immigration Discussion. _Frances
E. Sheldon._ 14, 113.--Benefits of Chinese Immigration. _John S.
Hittell._ 14, 120.--German Expatriation Treaty. _A. A. Sargent._ 14,
148.--The Coming Contests of the World. 16, 164.--An Anglo-Saxon
Alliance. _J. Redpath Dougall._ 16, 190.
RECREATION AND AMUSEMENT.--Around the World on a Bicycle. _Thomas
Stevens._ 12, 506.--Croquet in Elyria. _W. F. Hurlbert._ 12,
526.--Cruise of the "Philoon." _James F. Jerome._ 12,
548.--Recollections of Mardi Gras. _M. R. Dodge._ 12, 566.
SCIENCE AND INVENTIONS.--Bishop's Ring around the Sun. _W. M. Davis._ 5,
466.--Acclimatization. _Prof. Rudolph Virchow._ 5, 507.--The Problem of
Photography in Color. _Prof. O. N. Rood._ 5, 531.--Improvement of East
River and Hell Gate. _Gen. John Newton._ 5, 433.--The Modern Ice-Yacht.
_C. L. Norton._ 12, 536.--Some Fallacies of Science. "_Ouida._" 13,
137.--Hygiene in Dwellings. _G. N. Bell._ 15, 151.
TRAVEL AND DESCRIPTION.--Hints from Japanese Homes. _C. R. D._ 12,
575.--A Vacation in the Tropics. 12, 581.
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1 _The Quiver._
2 _Magazine of Am. History._
3 _Magazine of Western History_ (Cleveland, O.).
4 _Lippincott's Magazine._
5 _Popular Science Monthly._
6 _Queries_ (Buffalo, N.Y.).
7 _The Century._
8 _New England Magazine._
9 _St. Nicholas._
10 _Education._
11 _Johns Hopkins University Studies in Historical and Political
Science._
12 _Outing._
13 _North American Review._
14 _Overland Monthly._
15 _The Sanitarian._
16 _The Eclectic._
17 _The Ohio Educational Monthly._
18 _The Brooklyn Magazine._
19 _The Decorator and Furnisher._
20 _The Musical Herald._
21 _Johns Hopkins University Studies._
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Several months ago the publishers of the NEW ENGLAND MAGAZINE began a
series of illustrated papers on the principal colleges, seminaries, and
other educational institutions of New England. In pursuance of this
plan, ably written and amply illustrated articles on Brown University,
Tufts College, Abbott Academy, have already appeared; also the Boston
University School of Law, with fine steel portrait of its dean; others
are in hand, or in process of preparation, and will appear in due
course, among them being Trinity College, Williams College, Bowdoin
College, Andover Theological Seminary, Phillips Academy, Andover, and
Phillips Academy, Exeter, etc., etc.
[Illustration: James Otis]