{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "Rnnlc -Pi/fS\\nfa[yrightN\u00c2\u00bb l^y\\nCOPYRIGHT DEPOSm", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "iitr. mtivWs Prose \u00c2\u00a9SEritinffS.\\nTHE STORY OF A BAD BOY.\\nPRUDENCE PALFREY.\\nTHE QUEEN OF SHEBA.\\nTHE STILLWATER TRAGEDY.\\nMARJORIE DAW AND OTHER STORIES.\\nFROM PONKAPOG TO PESTH.\\nTWO BITES AT A CHERRY, WITH OTHER TALES.\\nAN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nBY\\nTHOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH\\n^y\\nOF WASH\\n..H^\\nBOSTON AND NEW YORK\\nHOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY\\n1893\\n^^^oZ^y\\nQjC\\\\ Z-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "Copyright, 1883 aud 1893,\\nBy T. B, ALDRICH.\\nAll rights reserved.\\nThe Riverside Press, Cambridffe, 3Iass., U. S. A.\\nElectrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton Co.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "PISCATAQUA RIVER\\nThou singest hy the gleaming isles.\\nBy woods, and fields of corn,\\nThou singest, and the sicnlight smiles\\nUpo7i my birthday morn.\\nBut I luithin a city, I,\\nSo full of vague unrest.\\nWould almost give my life to lie\\nAn hour upon thy breast I\\nTo let the wherry listless go,\\nAnd, ivrapt in dreamy joy,\\nDip, and surge idly to and fro,\\nLike the red harbor-buoy\\nTo sit in happy indolence.\\nTo rest upon the oars,\\nAnd catch the heavy earthy scents\\nThat blow from summer shores", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "To see the rounded sun go down,\\nAnd with its parting fires\\nLight up the ivindows of the town\\nAnd hum the tapering spires\\nAnd then to hear the muffled tolls\\nFrom steeples slhn a7id white,\\nAnd watch, among the Isles of Shoals,\\nThe Beacon s orange light.\\nO River fiotuing to the main\\nThrough ivoods, and fields of corn.\\nHear thou my longing and my pain\\nThis sunny birthday inorji\\nAnd take this song which fancy shapes\\nTo music like thine own,\\nAnd sing it to the cliffs and capes\\nAnd crags where I am known 1", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nPAGE\\nI. Captain John Smith 1\\nII. Along the Water Side 7\\nIII. A Stroll .about Town 22\\nIV. A Stroll about Town {continued) 34\\nV. Old Strawberry Bank 61\\nVI. Some Old Portsmouth Profiles 82\\nVII. Personal Reminiscences 105\\nIndex of Names 125", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nCAPTAIN JOHN SMITH\\nI CALL it an old town, but it is only relar\\ntively old. When one reflects on the count-\\nless centuries that have gone to the for-\\nmation of this crust of earth on which we\\ntemporarily move, the most ancient cities on\\nits surface seem merely things of the week\\nbefore last. It was only the other day, then\\nthat is to say, in the month of June, 1603\\nthat one Martin Pring, in the ship Speed-\\nwell, an enormous ship of nearly fifty tons\\nburden, from Bristol, England, sailed up the\\nPiscataqua Kiver. The Speedwell, number-\\ning thirty men, officers and crew, had for\\nconsort the Discoverer, of twenty-six tons", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "2 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nand thirteen men. After following the\\nwindings of the brave river for twelve\\nmiles or more, the two vessels turned back\\nand put to sea again, having failed in the\\nchief object of the expedition, which was to\\nobtain a cargo of the medicinal sassafras-\\ntree, from the bark of which, as was well\\nknown to our ancestors, could be distilled\\nthe Elixir of Life.\\nIt was at some point on the left bank\\nof the Piscataqua, three or four miles from\\nthe mouth of the river, that worthy Master\\nPring probably effected one of his several\\nlandings. The beautiful stream widens sud-\\ndenly at this place, and the green banks,\\nthen covered with a network of strawberry\\nvines, and sloping invitingly to the lip of\\nthe crystal water, must have won the tired\\nmariners.\\nThe explorers found themselves on the\\nedge of a vast forest of oak, hemlock, maple,\\nand pine but they saw no sassafras-trees\\nto speak of, nor did they encounter what\\nwould have been infinitely less to their taste", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 3\\nany red-men. Here and there were dis-\\ncoverable tlie scattered aslies of fires where\\nthe Indians had encamped earlier in the\\nspring they were absent now, at the silvery\\nfalls, higher up the stream, where fish\\nabounded at that season. The soft June\\nbreeze, laden with the delicate breath of\\nwild-flowers and the pungent odors of spruce\\nand pine, ruffled the duplicate sky in the\\nwater; the new leaves lisped pleasantly in the\\ntree tops, and the birds were singing as if\\nthey had gone mad. No ruder sound or\\nmovement of life disturbed the primeval soli-\\ntude. Master Pring would scarcely recog-\\nnize the spot were he to land there to-day.\\nEleven years afterwards a much cleverer\\nman than the commander of the Speedwell\\ndropped anchor in the Piscataqua Captain\\nJohn Smith of famous memory. After slay-\\ning Turks in hand-to-hand combats, and\\ndoing all sorts of doughty deeds wherever\\nhe chanced to decorate the globe with his\\npresence, he had come with two vessels to\\nthe fisheries on the rocky selvage of Maine,", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "4 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nwhen curiosity, or perhaps a deeper motive,\\nled him to examine the neighboring shore\\nlines. With eight of his men in a small boat,\\na ship s yawl, he skirted the coast from Pe-\\nnobscot Bay to Cape Cod, keeping his eye\\nopen. This keeping his eye open was a pe-\\nculiarity of the little captain possibly a fam-\\nily trait. It was Smith who really discovered\\nthe Isles of Shoals, exploring in person those\\nmasses of bleached rock those isles assez\\nJiautes^^ of which the French navigator\\nPierre de Guast, Sieur de Monts, had caught\\na bird s-eye glimpse through the twilight in\\n1605. Captain Smith christened the group\\nSmith s Isles, a title which posterity, with\\nsingular persistence of ingratitude, has ig-\\nnored. It was a tardy sense of justice that\\nexpressed itself a few years ago in erecting\\non Star Island a simple -marble shaft to the\\nmemory of John Smith the multitudi-\\nnous Perhaps this long delay is explained\\nby a natural hesitation to label a monument\\nso ambiguously.\\nThe modern Jason, meanwhile, was not", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 5\\nwithout honor in his own country, whatever\\nmay have haj)pened to him in his own house,\\nfor the poet George Wither addressed a copy\\nof pompous verses To his Friend Captain\\nSmith, upon his Description of New Eng-\\nland. Sir, he says\\nSir your Relations I haue read which shew\\nTher s reason I should honor them and you\\nAnd if their meaning I haue vnderstood,\\nI dare to censure thus Your Project s good\\nAnd may (if foUow d) doubtlesse quit the paine\\nWith honour, pleasure and a trebhle gaine\\nBeside the benefit that shall arise\\nTo make more happy our Posterities.\\nThe earliest map of this portion of our\\nseaboard was j)repared by Smith and laid\\nbefore Prince Charles, who was asked to give\\nthe country a name. He christened it New\\nEngland. In that rather remarkable map the\\nsite of Portsmouth is called Hull, and Kittery\\nand York are known as Boston.\\nIt was doubtless owing to Captain John\\nSmith s representation on his return to Eng-\\nland that the Laconia Company selected the\\nbanks of the Piscataqua for their plantation.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "6 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nSmith was on an intimate footing witli Sir\\nFerdinand Gorges, who, five years subse-\\nquently, made a tour of inspection along the\\nNew England coast, in company with John\\nMason, then Governor of Newfoundland.\\nOne of the results of this summer cruise is\\nthe town of Portsmouth, among whose leafy\\nways, and into some of whose old-fashioned\\nhouses, I purpose to take the reader, if he\\nhave an idle hour on his hands. Should\\nwe meet the flitting ghost of some old-\\ntime worthy, on a staircase or at a lonely\\nstreet corner, the reader must be prepared\\nfor it.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "II\\nALONG THE WATER SIDE\\nIt is not siippo sable tliat the early set-\\ntlers selected the site of their plantation on\\naccount of its picturesqueness. They were\\ninfluenced entirely by the lay of the land,\\nits nearness and easy access to the sea, and\\nthe secure harbor it offered to their fishing-\\nvessels yet they could not have chosen a\\nmore beautiful spot had beauty been the\\nsole consideration. The first settlement was\\nmade at Odiorne s Point the Pilgrims\\nRock of New Hampshire there the Manor,\\nor Mason s Hall, was built by the Laconia\\nCompany in 1623. It was not until 1631\\nthat the Great House was erected by Hum-\\nphrey Chadborn on Strawberry Bank. Mr.\\nChadborn, consciously or unconsciously,\\nsowed a seed from which a city has sjirung.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "8 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nThe town of Portsmoutli stretches along\\nthe south bank of the Piscataqua, about two\\nmiles from the sea as the crow flies three\\nmiles following the serpentine course of the\\nriver. The stream broadens suddenly at\\nthis point, and at flood tide, lying without a\\nripple in a basin formed by the interlocked\\nislands and the mainland, it looks more like\\nan inland lake than a river. To the unac-\\ncustomed eye there is no visible outlet.\\nStanding on one of the wharves at the foot\\nof State Street or Court Street, a stranger\\nwould at first scarcely suspect the conti-\\nguity of the ocean. A little observation,\\nhowever, would show him that he was in a\\nseaport. The rich red rust on the gables\\nand roofs of ancient buildings looking sea-\\nward would tell him that. There is a fitful\\nsaline flavor in the air, and if while he\\ngazed a dense white fog should come rolling\\nin, like a line of phantom breakers, he\\nwould no longer have any doubts.\\nIt is of course the oldest part of the town\\nthat skirts the river, though few of the no-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 9\\ntable houses that remain are to be found\\nthere. Like all New England settlements,\\nPortsmouth was built of wood, and has been\\nsubjected to extensive conflagrations. You\\nrarely come across a brick building that is\\nnot shockingly modern. The first house of\\nthe kind was erected by Kichard Wibird to-\\nwards the close of the seventeenth century.\\nThough many of the old landmarks have\\nbeen swept away by the fateful hand of\\ntime and fire, the town impresses you as a\\nvery old town, especially as you saunter\\nalong the streets down by the river. The\\nworm-eaten wharves, some of them covered\\nby a sparse, unhealthy beard of grass, and\\nthe weather-stained, unoccupied warehouses\\nare sufficient to satisfy a moderate appetite\\nfor antiquity. These deserted piers and\\nthese long rows of empty barracks, with\\ntheir sarcastic cranes projecting from the\\neaves, rather puzzle the stranger. Why this\\ngreat preparation for a commercial activity\\nthat does not exist, and evidently has not\\nfor years existed? There are no ships", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "10 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nlying at the pier-heads there are no gangs\\nof stevedores staggering under heavy cases\\nof merchandise here and there is a barge\\nladen down to the bulwarks with coal, and\\nhere and there a square-rigged schooner\\nfrom Maine smothered with fragrant planks\\nand clapboards an imported citizen is fish-\\ning at the end of the wharf, a ruminative\\nfreckled son of Drogheda, in perfect sym-\\npathy with the indolent sunshine that seems\\nto be sole proprietor of these crumbling\\npiles and ridiculous warehouses, from which\\neven the ghost of prosperity has flown.\\nOnce upon a time, however, Portsmouth\\ncarried on an extensive trade with the West\\nIndies, threatening as a maritime port to\\neclipse both Boston and New York. At the\\nwindows of these musty comiting-rooms\\nwhich overlook the river near Spring Mar-\\nket used to stand portly merchants, in knee\\nbreeches and silver shoe-buckles and pliun-\\ncolored coats with ruffles at the wrist, waiting\\nfor their ships to come up the Narrows the\\ncries of stevedores and the chants of sailors", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 11\\nat the windlass used to echo along the shore\\nwhere all is silence now. For reasons not\\nworth setting forth, the trade with the Indies\\nabruptly closed, having ruined as well as\\nenriched many a Portsmouth adventurer.\\nThis explains the empty warehouses and the\\nunused wharves. Portsmouth remains the\\ninteresting widow of a once very lively com-\\nmerce. I fancy that few fortunes are either\\nmade or lost in Portsmouth nowadays.\\nFormerly it turned out the best ships, as it\\ndid the ablest ship captains, in the world.\\nThere were families in which the love for\\nblue water was an immemorial trait. The\\nboys were always sailors a gray-headed\\nshipmaster, in each generation, retiring\\nfrom the quarter-deck to the homestead,\\nwhile a boy of fourteen took the hereditary\\nplace before the mast, confronting the salt\\nspray and the gale, which had blasted\\nagainst his sire and grandsire. With\\nthousands of miles of sea-line and a score\\nor two of the finest harbors on the globe,\\n1 Hawthorne in his introduction to The Scarlet Letter.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "12 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nwe have adroitly turned over our carrying\\ntrade to foreign nations.\\nIn other days, as I have said, a high mar-\\nitime spirit was a characteristic of Ports-\\nmouth. The town did a profitable business\\nin the war of 1812, sending out a large fleet\\nof the sauciest small craft on record. A\\npleasant story is told of one of these little\\nprivateers the Harlequin, owned and com-\\nmanded by Captain Elihu Brown. The\\nHarlequin one day gave chase to a large\\nship, which did not seem to have much fight\\naboard, and had got it into close quarters,\\nwhen suddenly the shy stranger threw open\\nher ports, and proved to be His Majesty s\\nShip-of-War Bulwark, seventy-four guns.\\nPoor Captain Brown\\nPortsmouth has several large cotton fac-\\ntories and one or two corpulent breweries\\nit is a wealthy old town, with a liking for\\nfirst mortgage bonds but its warmest lover\\nwill not claim for it the distinction of being\\na great mercantile centre. The majority of\\nher young men are forced to seek other fields", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 13\\nto reap, and almost every city in the Union,\\nand many a city across the sea, can point to\\nsome eminent merchant, lawyer, or what not,\\nas a Portsmouth boy. Portsmouth even\\nfurnished the late king of the Sandwich\\nIslands, Kekuanaoa, with a prime minister,\\nand his nankeen Majesty never had a better.\\nThe affection which all these exiles cherish\\nfor their birthplace is worthy of remark. On\\ntwo occasions in 1852 and 1873, the two\\nhundred and fiftieth anniversary of the set-\\ntlement of Strawberry Bank the trans-\\nplanted sons of Portsmouth were seized with\\nan impulse to return home. Simultaneously\\nand almost without concerted action, the lines\\nof pilgrims took up their march from every\\nquarter of the globe, and swept down with\\nmusic and banners on the motherly old town.\\nTo come back to the wharves. I do not\\nknow of any spot with such a fascinating\\nair of dreams and idleness about it as the\\nold wharf at the end of Court Street. The\\nvery fact that it was once a noisy, busy\\nplace, crowded with sailors and soldiers", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "14 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nin the war of 1812 gives an emphasis to\\nthe quiet that broods over it to-day. The\\nlounger who sits of a summer afternoon on\\na rusty anchor fluke in the shadow of one\\nof the silent warehouses, and looks on the\\nlonely river as it goes murmuring past the\\ntown, cannot be too grateful to the India\\ntrade for having taken itself off elsewhere.\\nWhat a slumberous, delightful, lazy place\\nit is The sunshine seems to lie a foot\\ndeep on the planks of the dusty wharf,\\nwhich yields up to the warmth a vague\\nperfume of the cargoes of rum, molasses,\\nand spice that used to be piled upon it.\\nThe river is as blue as the inside of a hare-\\nbell. The opposite shore, in the strangely\\nshifting magic lights of sky and water,\\nstretches along like the silvery coast of\\nfairyland. Directly opposite you is the navy\\nyard, with its neat officers quarters and\\nworkshops and arsenals, and its vast ship-\\nhouses, in which the keel of many a fa-\\nmous frigate has been laid. Those monster\\nbuildings on the water s edge, with their", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 15\\nroofs pierced with innumerable little win-\\ndows, which blink like eyes in the sunlight,\\nare the shiphouses. On your right lies a\\ncluster of small islands, there are a dozen\\nor more in the harbor on the most ex-\\ntensiA^e of which you see the fading-away\\nremains of some earthworks thrown up in\\n1812. Between this Trefethren s Island\\nand Peirce s Island lie the Narrows. Per-\\nhaps a bark or a sloop-of-war is making up\\nto town the hulk is hidden among the is-\\nlands, and the topmasts have the effect of\\nsweeping across the dry land. On your left\\nis a long bridge, more than a quarter of a\\nmile in length, set upon piles where the\\nwater is twenty or thirty feet deep, leading\\nto the navy yard and Kittery the Kittery\\nso often the theme of Whittier s verse.\\nThis is a mere outline of the landscape\\nthat spreads before you. Its changefid\\nbeauty of form and color, with the summer\\nclouds floating over it, is not to be painted\\nin words. I know of many a place where\\nthe scenery is more varied and striking but", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "16 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nthere is a mandragora quality in the atmos-\\nphere here that holds you to the spot, and\\nmakes the half-hours seem like minutes. I\\ncould fancy a man sitting on the end of that\\nold wharf very contentedly for two or three\\nyears, provided it could be always June.\\nPerhaps, too, one would desire it to be\\nalways high water. The tide falls from\\neight to twelve feet, and when the water\\nmakes out between the wharves some of the\\npicturesqueness makes out also. A corroded\\nsection of stovepipe mailed in barnacles, or\\nthe skeleton of a hoopskirt protruding from\\nthe tide mud like the remains of some old-\\ntime wreck, is apt to break the enchantment.\\nI fear I have given the reader an exagger-\\nated idea of the solitude that reigns along\\nthe river-side. Sometimes there is society\\nhere of an unconventional kind, if you care\\nto seek it. Aside from the foreign gentle-\\nman before mentioned, you are likely to\\nencounter, farther down the shore toward\\nthe Point of Graves (a burial-place of the\\ncolonial period), a battered and aged native", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 17\\nfisherman boiling lobsters on a little grav-\\nelly beach, where the river whispers and\\nlisps among the pebbles as the tide creeps in.\\nIt is a weather-beaten ex-skipper or ex-pilot,\\nwith strands of coarse hair, like seaweed,\\nfalling about a face that has the expression\\nof a half-open clam. He is always ready to\\ntalk with you, this amphibious person and\\nif he is not the most entertaining of gossips\\nmore weather-wise than Old Probabili-\\nties, and as full of moving incident as\\nOthello himseK then he is not the wintry-\\nhaired shipman I used to see a few years\\nago on the strip of beach just beyond Lib-\\nerty Bridge, building his drift-wood fire\\nunder a great tin boiler, and making it\\nlively for a lot of reluctant lobsters.\\nI imagine that very little change has\\ntaken place in this immediate locality, known\\nprosaically as Puddle Dock, during the past\\nfifty or sixty years. The view you get look-\\ning across Liberty Bridge, Water Street, is\\nprobably the same in every respect that\\npresented itself to the eyes of the town folk", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "18 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\na century ago. The flagstaff, on the right,\\nis the representative of the old standard\\nof liberty which the Sons planted on this\\nspot in January, 1766, signalizing their op-\\nposition to the enforcement of the Stamp\\nAct. On the same occasion the patriots\\ncalled at the house of Mr. George Meserve,\\nthe agent for distributing the stamps in\\nNew Hampshire, and relieved him of his\\nstamp-master s commission, which document\\nthey carried on the point of a sword through\\nthe town to Liberty Bridge (then Swing-\\nBridge), where they erected the staff, with\\nthe motto, Liberty, Property, and no\\nStamp\\nThe Stamp Act was to go into operation\\non the first day of November. On the pre-\\nvious morning the New Hampshire Ga-\\nzette appeared with a deep black border\\nand all the typographical emblems of afflic-\\ntion, for was not Liberty dead? At all\\nevents, the Gazette itself was as good as\\ndead, since the printer could no longer\\npublish it if he were to be handicapped", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 19\\nby a heavy tax. Tlie day was ushered\\nin by the tolling of all the bells in town,\\nthe vessels in the harbor had their col-\\nors hoisted half mast high about three\\no clock a funeral procession was formed,\\nhaving a coffin with this inscription, Lib-\\nerty, AGED 145, STAMPT. It moved from\\nthe state house, with two unbraced drums,\\nthrough the principal streets. As it passed\\nthe Parade, minute-guns were fired at the\\nplace of interment a speech was delivered\\non the occasion, stating the many advantages\\nwe had received and the melancholy prospect\\nbefore us, at the seeming departure of our\\ninvaluable liberties. But some signs of life\\nappearing. Liberty was not deposited in the\\ngrave it was rescued by a number of her\\nsons, the motto changed to Liberty revived,\\nand carried off in triumph. The detestable\\nAct was buried in its stead, and the clods\\nof the valley were laid upon it the bells\\nchanged their melancholy sound to a more\\njoyful tone.\\n1 Annals of Portsmouth, by Nathaniel Adams, 1825.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "20 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nWith this side glance at one of the curious\\nhumors of the time, we resume our j^eregri-\\nnations.\\nTurning down a lane on your left, a few\\nrods beyond Liberty Bridge, you reach a\\nspot known as the Point of Graves, chiefly\\ninteresting as showing what a graveyard\\nmay come to if it last long enough. In\\n1671 one Captain John Pickering, of whom\\nwe shall have more to say, ceded to the\\ntown a piece of ground on this neck for\\nburial purposes. It is an odd-shaped lot,\\ncomj^rising about half an acre, inclosed\\nby a crumbling red brick wall two or\\nthree feet high, with wood capping. The\\nplace is overgrown with thistles, rank grass,\\nand fungi the black slate headstones have\\nmostly fallen over; those that still make a\\npretense of standing slant to every point of\\nthe compass, and look as if they were being\\nblown this way and that by a mysterious\\ngale which leaves everything else untouched\\nthe mounds have sunk to the common level,\\nand the old underoround tombs have col-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "^iV^ OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 21\\nlapsed. Here and there among the moss and\\nweeds you can pick out some name that\\nshines in the liistory of the early settlement\\nhundreds of the flower of the colony lie here,\\nbut the known and the unknown, gentle and\\nsimple, mingle their dust on a perfect equal-\\nity now. The marble that once bore a\\nhaughty coat of arms is as smooth as the\\nhumblest slate stone gTiiltless of heraldry.\\nThe lion and the unicorn, wherever they\\nappear on some cracked slab, are very much\\ntamed by time. The once fat-faced cherubs,\\nwith wing at either cheek, are the merest\\nskeletons now. Pride, pomp, gTief, and\\nremembrance are all at end. No reverent\\nfeet come here, no tears fall here; the old\\ngraveyard itself is dead! A more dismal,\\nuncanny spot than this at twilight woidd be\\nhard to find. It is noticed that when the\\nboys pass it after nightfall, they always go\\nby whistling with a gayety that is perfectly\\nhollow.\\nLet us get into some cheerfuler neighbor-\\nhood!", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "Ill\\nA STROLL ABOUT TOWN\\nAs you leave the river front behind you,\\nand pass up town, the streets grow wider,\\nand the architecture becomes more ambitious\\nstreets fringed with beautiful old trees\\nand lined with commodious private dwellings,\\nmostly square white houses, with spacious\\nhalls running through the centre. Previous\\nto the Eevolution, white paint was seldom\\nused on houses, and the diamond-shaped\\nwindow pane was almost universal. Many\\nof the residences stand back from the brick\\nor flagstone sidewalk, and have pretty gar-\\ndens at the side or in the rear, made bright\\nwith dahlias and sweet with cinnamon roses.\\nIf you chance to live in a town where the\\nauthorities cannot rest until they have de-\\nstroyed every precious tree within their", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 23\\nblighting reach, you will be especially\\ncharmed by the beauty of the streets of\\nPortsmouth. In some parts of the town,\\nwhen the chestnuts are in blossom, you\\nwould fancy yourself in a garden in fairy-\\nland. In spring, summer, and autumn the\\nfoliage is the glory of the fair town her\\nluxuriant green and golden tresses! No-\\nthing could seem more like the work of en-\\nchantment than the spectacle which certain\\nstreets in Portsmouth present in midwinter\\nafter a heavy snowstorm. You may walk\\nfor miles imder wonderful silvery arches\\nformed by the overhanging and interlaced\\nboughs of the trees, festooned with a drapery\\neven more graceful and dazzling than spring-\\ntime gives them. The numerous elms and\\nmaples which shade the principal thorough-\\nfares are not the result of chance, but the\\nample reward of the loving care that is\\ntaken to preserve the trees. There is a so-\\nciety in Portsmouth devoted to arboriculture.\\nIt is not unusual there for persons to leave\\nlegacies to be expended in setting out shade", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "24 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nand ornamental trees along some favorite\\nwalk. Ricliarcls Avenue, a long, unbuilt\\nthoroughfare leading from Middle Street to\\nthe South Burying-Ground, perpetuates the\\nname of a citizen who gave the labor of his\\nown hands to the beautifying of that wind-\\nswept and barren road to the cemetery.\\nThis fondness and care for trees seems to be\\na matter of heredity. So far back as 1660\\nthe selectmen instituted a fine of five shil-\\nlings for the cutting of timber or any other\\nwood from off the town common, excepting\\nunder special conditions.\\nIn the business section of the town trees\\nare few. The chief business streets are\\nCongress and Market. Market Street is\\nthe stronghold of the dry goods shops.\\nThere are seasons, I suppose, when these\\nshops are crowded, but I have never hap-\\npened to be in Portsmouth at the time. I\\nseldom pass through the narrow cobble-\\npaved street without wondering where the\\ncustomers are that must keep all these flour-\\nishing little establishments going. Congress", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 25\\nStreet a more elegant thoroughfare than\\nMarket is the Nevski Prospekt of Ports-\\nmouth. Among the j^rominent buildings is\\nthe Athenaeum, containing a reading-room\\nand library. From the high roof of this\\nbuilding the stroller will do well to take a\\nglance at the surromiding country. He will\\nnaturally turn seaward for the more pic-\\nturesque aspects. If the day is clear, he\\nwill see the famous Isles of Shoals, lying\\nnine miles away Appledore, Smutty-Nose,\\nStar Island, White Island, etc. there are\\nnine of them in all. On Appledore is\\nLaighton s Hotel, and near it the smnmer\\ncottage of Celia Thaxter, the poet of the\\nIsles. On the northern end of Star Island\\nis the quaint town of Gosport, with a tiny\\nstone church perched like a sea-gmll on its\\nhighest rock. A mile southwest from Star\\nIsland lies White Island, on which is a\\nlighthouse. Mrs. Thaxter calls this the\\nmost picturesque of the group. Perilous\\nneighbors, O mariner in any but the\\nserenest weather, these wrinkled, scarred.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "26 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nand storm-smitten rocks, flanked by wicked\\nsunken ledges that grow white at the lip\\nwith rage when the great winds blow\\nHow peaceful it all looks off there, on the\\nsmooth emerald sea and how softly the\\nwaves seem to break on yonder point where\\nthe unfinished fort is That is the ancient\\ntown of Newcastle, to reach which from\\nPortsmouth you have to cross three bridges\\nwith the most enchanting scenery in New\\nHampshire lying on either hand. At New-\\ncastle the poet Stedman has built for his\\nsummerings an enviable little stone chateau\\na seashell into which I fancy the sirens\\ncreep to warm themselves during the winter\\nmonths. So it is never without its singer.\\nOpposite Newcastle is Kittery Point, a\\nromantic spot, where Sir William Pepperell,\\nthe first American baronet, once lived, and\\nwhere his tomb now is, in his orchard across\\nthe road, a few hundred yards from the\\ngoodly mansion he built. The knight s\\ntomb and the old Pepperell House, which\\nhas been somewhat curtailed of its fair pro-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 27\\nportions, are the objects of frequent pilgrim-\\nages to Kittery Point.\\nFrom this elevation (the roof of the Athe-\\nnaeum) the navy yard, the river with its\\nbridges and islands, the clustered gables of\\nKittery and Newcastle, and the illimitable\\nocean beyond make a picture worth climb-\\ning four or five flights of stairs to gaze upon.\\nGlancing down on the town nestled in the\\nfoliage, it seems like a town dropped by\\nchance in the midst of a forest. Among\\nthe prominent objects which lift themselves\\nabove the tree tops are the belfries of the\\nvarious churches, the white facade of the\\ncustom house, and the mansard and chim-\\nneys of the Kockingham, the principal\\nhotel. The pilgrim will be surprised to\\nfind in Portsmouth one of the most com-\\npletely appointed hotels in the United\\nStates. The antiquarian may lament the\\ndemolition of the old Bell Tavern, and\\nthink regretfully of the good cheer once\\nfurnished the wayfarer by Master Stavers\\nat the sign of the Earl of Halifax, and by", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "28 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nMaster Stoodley at his inn on Daniel Street\\nbut the ordinary traveler will thank his\\nstars, and confess that his lines have fallen\\nin pleasant places, when he finds himself\\namong the frescoes of the Kockingham.\\nObliquely opposite the doorstep of the\\nAthenaeum we are supposed to be on terra\\nfirma again stands the Old North Church,\\na substantial wooden building, handsomely\\nset on what is called The Parade, a large\\noj^en space formed by the junction of Con-\\ngress, Market, Daniel, and Pleasant streets.\\nHere in days innocent of water-works stood\\nthe town pump, which on more than one oc-\\ncasion served as whipping-post.\\nThe churches of Portsmouth are more re-\\nmarkable for their number than their archi-\\ntecture. With the exception of the Stone\\nChurch they are constructed of wood or\\nplain brick in the simplest style. St. John s\\nChurch is the only one likely to attract the\\neye of a stranger. It is finely situated on\\nthe crest of Church Hill, overlooking the\\never-beautiful river. The present edifice was", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 29\\nbuilt in 1808 on the site of what was known\\nas Queen s Chapel, erected in 1732, and\\ndestroyed by fire December 24, 1806. The\\nchapel was named in honor of Queen Caro-\\nline, who furnished the books for the altar\\nand pulpit, the plate, and two solid mahog-\\nany chairs, which are still in use in St.\\nJohn s. Within the chancel rail is a curi-\\nous font of porphyry, taken by Colonel\\nJohn Tufton Mason at the capture of Sene-\\ngal from the French in 1758, and presented\\nto the Episcopal Society in 1761. The\\npeculiarly sweet-toned bell which calls the\\nparishioners of St. John s together every\\nSabbath is, I believe, the same that formerly\\nhung in the belfry of the old Queen s\\nChapel. If so, the bell has a history of its\\nown. It was brought from Louisburg at the\\ntime of the reduction of that place in 1745,\\nand given to the church by the officers of\\nthe New Hampshire troops.\\nThe Old South Meeting-House is not to be\\npassed without mention. It is among the\\nmost aged survivals of pre-revolutionary days.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "30 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nNeither its architecture nor its age, however,\\nis its chief warrant for our notice. The\\nabsurd number of windows in this battered\\nold structure is what strikes the passer-by.\\nThe church was erected by subscription,\\nand these closely set large windows are due\\nto Henry Sherburne, one of the wealthiest\\ncitizens of the period, who agreed to pay\\nfor whatever glass was used. If the build-\\ning could have been composed entirely of\\nglass it would have been done by the thrifty\\nparishioners.\\nPortsmouth is rich in graveyards they\\nseem to be a New England specialty an-\\ncient and modern. Among the old burial-\\nplaces the one attached to St. John s Church\\nis perhaps the most interesting. It has not\\nbeen permitted to fall into ruin, like the old\\ncemetery at the Point of Graves. When\\na headstone here topples over it is kindly\\nlifted up and set on its pins again, and en-\\ncouraged to do its duty. If it utterly re-\\nfuses, and is not shamming decrepitude, it\\nhas its face sponged, and is allowed to rest", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 31\\nand sun itself against the wall of the church\\nwith a row of other exempts. The trees are\\nkept pruned, the grass trimmed, and here and\\nthere is a rosebush drooping with a weight\\nof pensive pale roses, as becomes a rosebush\\nin a churchyard.\\nThe place has about it an indescribable\\nsoothing atmosphere of respectability and\\ncomfort. Here rest the remains of the prin-\\ncipal and loftiest in rank in their generation\\nof the citizens of Portsmouth prior to the\\nRevolution stanch, royalty-loving govern-\\nors, counselors, and secretaries of the Prov-\\nince of New Hampshire, all snugly gathered\\nunder the motherly wing of the Church of\\nEngland. It is almost impossible to walk\\nanywhere without stepping on a governor.\\nYou grow haughty in spirit after a while,\\nand scorn to tread on anything less than\\none of His Majesty s colonels or a secretary\\nunder the Crown. Here are the tombs of\\nthe Atkinsons, the Jaffreys, the Sherburnes,\\nthe Sheafes, the Marshes, the Mannings,\\nthe Gardners, and others of the quality.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "32 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nAll around you underfoot are tumbled-in\\ncoffins, with here and there a rusty sword\\nato]3, and faded escutcheons, and crumbling\\narmorial devices. You are moving in the\\nvery best society.\\nThis, however, is not the earliest cemetery\\nin Portsmouth. An hour s walk from the\\nEpiscopal yard will bring you to the spot,\\nalready mentioned, where the first house\\nwas built and the first grave made, at Odi-\\norne s Point. The exact site of the Manor is\\nnot known, but it is sup23osed to be a few\\nrods north of an old well of still-flowing\\nwater, at which the Tomsons and the Hil-\\ntons and their comrades slaked their thirst\\nmore than two hundred and sixty years ago.\\nOdiorne s Point is owned by Mr. Eben L.\\nOdiorne, a lineal descendant of the worthy\\nwho held the property in 1657. Not far\\nfrom the old spring is the resting-place of\\nthe earliest pioneers.\\nThis first cemetery of the white man in\\nNew Hampshire, writes Mr. Brewster,\\nMr. Charles W. Brewster, for nearly fifty years the", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "^iV OLD TO]VN BY THE SEA 33\\noccupies a space of perliaps one hundred\\nfeet by ninety, and is well walled in. Tlie\\nwestern side is now used as a burial-place\\nfor tlie family, but two thirds of it is filled\\nwith perhaps forty graves, indicated by\\nrough head and foot stones. Who there\\nrest no one now living knows. But the same\\ncare is taken of their quiet beds as if they\\nwere of the proprietor s own family. In 1631\\nMason sent over about eighty emigrants\\nmany of whom died in a few years, and here\\nthey were probably buried. Here too,\\ndoubtless, rest the remains of several of\\nthose whose names stand conspicuous in our\\nearly state records.\\neditor of tlie Portsmouth Journal, and the author of two\\nvohimes of local sketches to which the writer of these\\npages here ackuowledges his indehteduess.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "IV\\nA STROLL ABOUT TOWN (continued)\\nWhen Washington visited Portsmouth in\\n1789 he was not much impressed by the\\narchitecture of the little town that had stood\\nby him so stoutly in the struggle for inde-\\npendence. There are some good houses,\\nhe writes, in a diary kept that year during\\na tour through Connecticut, Massachusetts,\\nand New Hampshire, among which Colonel\\nLangdon s may be esteemed the first; but\\nin general they are indifferent, and almost\\nentirely of wood. On wondering at this, as\\nthe country is full of stone and good clay\\nfor bricks, I was told that on account of\\nthe fogs and damp they deemed them whole-\\nsomer, and for that reason preferred wood\\nbuildings.\\nThe house of Colonel Langdon, on Pleas-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 35\\nant Street, is an excellent sample of the solid\\nand dignified abodes which our great-grand-\\nsires had the sense to build. The art of\\ntheir construction seems to have been a lost\\nart these fifty years. Here Governor John\\nLangdon resided from 1782 until the time of\\nhis death in 1819 a period during which\\nmany an illustrious man passed between\\nthose two white pillars that support the little\\nbalcony over the front door among the rest\\nLouis Philippe and his brothers, the Dues de\\nMontpensier and Beaujolais, and the Marquis\\nde Chastellux, a major-general in the French\\narmy, serving under the Count de Rocham-\\nbeau, whom he accompanied from France\\nto the States in 1780. The journal of the\\nmarquis contains this reference to his host\\nAfter dinner we went to drink tea with\\nMr. Langdon. He is a handsome man, and\\nof noble carriage he has been a member of\\nCongress, and is now one of the first people\\nof the country; his house is elegant and\\nwell furnished, and the apartments admirably\\nwell wainscoted (this reads like Mr. Sam-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "36 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nuel Pepys) and lie lias a good manuscript\\nchart of the harbor of Portsmouth. Mrs.\\nLangdoii, his wife, is young, fair, and tol-\\nerably handsome, but I conversed less with\\nher than with her husband, in whose favor I\\nwas prejudiced from knowing that he had\\ndisplayed great courage and patriotism at the\\ntime of Burgoyne s expedition.\\nIt was at the height of the French Kev-\\nolution that the three sons of the Due\\nd Orleans were entertained at the Langdon\\nmansion. Years afterward, when Louis\\nPhilippe was on the throne of France, he\\ninquired of a Portsmouth lady presented at\\nhis court if the mansion of ce brave Gouver-\\nneur Langdoii was still in existence.\\nThe house stands back a decorous distance\\nfrom the street, under the shadows of some\\ngigantic oaks or elms, and presents an im-\\nposing appearance as you aj)proacli it over\\nthe tessellated marble walk. A hundred or\\ntwo feet on either side of the gate, and abut-\\nting on the street, is a small square building\\nof brick, one story in height probably the", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 37\\nporter s lodge and tool-liouse o\u00c2\u00a3 former days.\\nThere is a large fruit garden attached to the\\nhouse, which is in excellent condition, taking-\\nlife comfortably, and having the complacent\\nair of a well-preserved beau of the ancien\\nregime. The Langdon mansion was owned\\nand long occupied by the late Eev. Dr. Bur-\\nroughs, for a period of forty-seven years the\\nesteemed rector of St. Jolm s Church.\\nAt the other end of Pleasant Street is an-\\nother notable house, to which we shall come\\nby and by. Though President Washington\\nfound Portsmouth but moderately attractive\\nfrom an architectural point of view, the vis-\\nitor of to-day, if he have an antiquarian\\ntaste, will find himself embarrassed by the\\nnumber of localities and buildings that ap-\\npeal to his interest. Many of these build-\\nings were new and undoubtedly common-\\nplace enough at the date of Washington s\\nvisit time and association have given them\\na quaintness and a significance which now\\nmake their architecture a question of sec-\\nondary importance.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "38 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nOne miglit spend a fortnight in Ports-\\nmoutli exploring tlie nooks and corners\\nover which history has thrown a charm,\\nand by no means exhaust the list. I can-\\nnot do more than attempt to describe and\\nthat very briefly a few of the typical old\\nhouses. On this same Pleasant Street there\\nare several which we must leave unnoted,\\nwith their spacious halls and carven stair-\\ncases, their antiquated furniture and old sil-\\nver tankards and choice Copleys. Nmnerous\\nexamples of this artist s best manner are to\\nbe found here. To live in Portsmouth with-\\nout possessing a family portrait done by\\nCopley is like living in Boston without\\nhaving an ancestor in the old Granary\\nBurying-Ground. You can exist, but you\\ncannot be said to flourish. To make this\\nstatement smooth, I will remark that every\\none in Portsmouth has a Copley or would\\nhave if a fair division were made.\\nIn the better sections of the town the\\nhouses are kept in such excellent repair, and\\nhave so smart an appearance with their", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 39\\nbright green blinds and freshly painted\\nwoodwork, that you are likely to pass many\\nan old landmark without suspecting it.\\nWhenever you see a house with a gambrel\\nroof, you may be almost positive that the\\nhouse is at least a hundred years old, for\\nthe gambrel roof went out of fashion after\\nthe Revolution.\\nOn the corner of Daniel and Chapel\\nstreets stands the oldest brick building in\\nPortsmouth the Warner House. It was\\nbuilt in 1718 by Captain Archibald Mac-\\npheadris, a Scotchman, as his name indicates,\\na wealthy merchant, and a member of the\\nKing s Council. He was the chief projector\\nof one of the earliest iron-works established\\nin America. Captain Macpheadris married\\nSarah Wentworth, one of the sixteen chil-\\ndren of Governor John Wentworth, and\\ndied in 1729, leaving a daughter, Mary,\\nwhose portrait, with that of her mother,\\npainted by the ubiquitous Copley, still\\nhangs in the parlor of this house, which is\\nnot known by the name of Captain Mac-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "40 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\npheadris, but by that of his son-in-law, Hon.\\nJonathan Warner, a member of the King s\\nCouncil until the revolt of the colonies.\\nWe well recollect Mr. Warner, says Mr.\\nBrewster, writing in 1858, as one of the\\nlast of the cocked hats. As in a vision of\\nearly childhood he is still before us, in all\\nthe dignity of the aristocratic crown officers.\\nTliat broad-backed, long-skirted brown coat,\\nthose small-clothes and silk stockings, those\\nsilver buckles, and that cane we see them\\nstill, although the life that filled and moved\\nthem ceased half a century ago.\\nThe Warner House, a three-story build-\\ning with gambrel roof and luthern windows,\\nis as fine and substantial an exponent of the\\narchitecture of the period as you are likely\\nto meet with anywhere in New England.\\nThe eighteen-inch walls are of brick brought\\nfrom Holland, as were also many of the\\nmaterials used in the building the hearth-\\nstones, tiles, etc. Hewn stone underpin-\\nnings were seldom adopted in those days\\nthe brick-work rests directly upon the solid", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 41\\nwalls of the cellar. The interior is rich in\\npaneling and wood carvings about the\\nmantel-shelves, the deep-set windows, and\\nalong the cornices. The halls are wide and\\nlong, after a by-gone fashion, with handsome\\nstaircases, set at an easy angle, and not\\nstanding nearly upright, like those ladders\\nby which one reaches the upper chambers\\nof a modern house. The j^rincijjal rooms\\nare paneled to the ceiling, and have large\\nopen chimney places, adorned with the\\nquaintest of Dutch tiles. In one of the par-\\nlors of the Warner House there is a choice\\nstore of family relics china, silver-plate,\\ncostumes, old clocks, and the like. There\\nare some interesting paintings, too not by\\nCopley this time. On a broad space each\\nside of the hall windows, at the head of the\\nstaircase, are pictures of two Indians, life\\nsize. They are probably portraits of some\\nof the numerous chiefs with whom Captain\\nMacpheadris had dealings, for the caj)tain\\nwas engaged in the fur as well as in the\\niron business. Some enormous elk antlers,", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "42 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\npresented to Macpheadris by his red friends,\\nare hanging in the lower hall.\\nBy mere chance, thirty or forty years ago,\\nsome long-hidden paintings on the walls of\\nthis lower hall were brought to light. In\\nrepairing the front entry it became neces-\\nsary to remove the paper, of which four or\\nfive layers had accumulated. At one place,\\nwhere the several coats had peeled off cleanly,\\na horse s hoof was observed by a little girl\\nof the family. The workman then began re-\\nmoving the paper carefully first the legs,\\nthen the body of a horse with a rider were\\nrevealed, and the astonished paper-hanger\\npresently stood before a life-size represen-\\ntation of Governor Phipps on his charger.\\nThe workman called other persons to his as-\\nsistance, and the remaining portions of the\\nwall were speedily stripped, laying bare four\\nor five hundred square feet covered with\\nsketches in color, landscapes, views of un-\\nknown cities. Biblical scenes, and modern\\nfigure-pieces, among which was a lady at a\\nspinning-wheel. Until then no person in", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 43\\nthe land of the living had had any know-\\nledge of those hidden pictures. An old dame\\nof eighty, who had visited at the house\\nintimately ever since her childhood, all but\\nrefused to believe her spectacles (though\\nSupply Ham made them when brought\\nface to face with the frescoes.\\nThe place is rich in bricabrac, but there\\nis nothing more curious than these incon-\\ngruous paintings, clearly the work of a prac-\\nticed hand. Even the outside of the old\\nedifice is not without its interest for an\\nantiquarian. The lightning-rod which pro-\\ntects the Warner House to-day was put up\\nunder Benjamin Franklin s own supervision\\nin 1762 such at all events is the credited\\ntradition and is supposed to be the first\\nrod put up in New Hampshire. A light-\\nning-rod personally conducted by Benja-\\nmin Franklin ought to be an attractive ob-\\nject to even the least susceptible electricity.\\nThe Warner House has another imperative\\n1 In the early part of this century, Supply Ham was\\nthe leading optician and watchmaker of Portsmouth.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "44 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nclaim on the good-will of tlie visitor it is\\nnot positively known that George Washing-\\nton ever slept there.\\nThe same assertion cannot safely be made\\nin connection with the old yellow barracks\\nsituated on the southwest corner of Court\\nand Atkinson streets. Famous old houses\\nseem to have an intuitive perception of the\\nvalue of corner lots. If it is a possible\\nthing, they always set themselves down on\\nthe most desirable spots. It is beyond a\\ndoubt that Washington slept not only one\\nnight, but several nights, under this roof\\nfor this was a celebrated tavern previous\\nand subsequent to the War of Independence,\\nand Washington made it his headquarters\\nduring his visit to Portsmouth in 1797.\\nWhen I was a boy I knew an old lady\\nnot one of the preposterous old ladies in the\\nnewspapers, who have all their faculties un-\\nimpaired, but a real old lady, whose ninety-\\nnine years were beginning to tell on her\\nwho had known Washington very Avell.\\nShe was a girl in her teens when he came to", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 45\\nPortsmouth. The President was the staple\\nof her conversation during the last ten years\\nof her life, which she passed in the Stavers\\nHduse, bedridden and I think those ten\\nyears were in a manner rendered short and\\npleasant to the old gentlewoman by the\\nmemory of a compliment to her complexion\\nwhich Washington probably never paid to it.\\nThe old hotel now a very unsavory tene-\\nment-house was built by John Stavers,\\ninnkeeper, in 1770, who planted in front of\\nthe door a tall post, from which swung the\\nsign of the Earl of Halifax. Stavers had\\npreviously kept an inn of the same name\\non Queen, now State Street.\\nIt is a square three-story building, shabby\\nand dejected, giving no hint of the really\\nimportant historical associations that cluster\\nabout it. At the time of its erection it was\\nno doubt considered a rather grand structure,\\nfor buildings of three stories were rare in\\nPortsmouth. Even in 1798, of the six hun-\\ndred and twenty-six dwelling houses of which\\nthe town boasted, eighty-six were of one", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "46 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nstory, five hundred and twenty-four were of\\ntwo stories, and only sixteen of three stories.\\nThe Stavers inn has the regulation gambrel\\nroof, but is lacking in those wood ornaments\\nwhich are usually seen over the doors and\\nwindows of the more prominent houses of\\nthat epoch. It was, however, the hotel of\\nthe period.\\nThat same worn doorstep upon which\\nMr. O Shaughnessy now stretches himself\\nof a summer afternoon, with a short clay\\npipe stuck between his lips, and his hat\\ncrushed down on his brows, revolving the\\nsad vicissitude of things that same door-\\nstep has been pressed by the feet of gen-\\nerals and marquises and grave dignitaries\\nupon whom depended the destiny of the\\nStates officers in gold lace and scarlet\\ncloth, and high-heeled belles in patch, pow-\\nder, and paduasoy. At this door the Fly-\\ning Stage Coach, which crept from Boston,\\nonce a week set down its load of passengers\\nand distinguished passengers they often\\nwere. Most of the chief celebrities of the", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 47\\nland, before and after the secession of tlie\\ncolonies, were the guests of Master Stavers,\\nat the sign of the Earl of Halifax.\\nWhile the storm was brewing between\\nthe colonies and the mother country, it was\\nin a back room of the tavern that the adher-\\nents of the crown met to discuss matters.\\nThe landlord himself was an amateur loy-\\nalist, and when the full cloud was on the\\neve of breaking he had an early intimation\\nof the coming tornado. The Sons of Lib-\\nerty had long watched with sidlen eyes the\\nsecret sessions of the Tories in Master Sta-\\nvers s tavern, and one morning the patriots\\nquietly began cutting down the post which\\nsupported the obnoxious emblem. Mr.\\nStavers, who seems not to have been belli-\\ngerent himself, but the cause of belligerence\\nin others, sent out his black slave with or-\\nders to stop proceedings. The negro, who was\\narmed with an axe, struck but a single blow\\nand disappeared. This blow fell upon the\\nhead of Mark Noble it did not kill him,\\nbut left him an insane man till the day of", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "48 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nhis death, forty years afterward. A furious\\nmob at once collected, and made an attack\\non the tavern, bursting in the doors and\\nshattering every pane of glass in the win-\\ndows. It was only through the intervention\\nof Captain John Langdon, a warm and pop-\\nular patriot, that the hotel was saved from\\ndestruction.\\nIn the mean while Master Stavers had es-\\ncaped through the stables in the rear. He\\nfled to Stratham, where he was given refuge\\nby his friend William Pottle, a most appro-\\npriately named gentleman, who had supplied\\nthe hotel with ale. The excitement blew\\nover after a time, and Stavers was induced\\nto return to Portsmouth. He was seized\\nby the Committee of Safety, and lodged in\\nExeter jail, when his loyalty, which had\\nreally never been very high, went down be-\\nlow zero he took the oath of allegiance, and\\nshortly after his release reopened the hotel.\\nThe honest face of William Pitt appeared\\non the repentant sign, vice Earl of Halifax,\\nignominiously removed, and Stavers was", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 49\\nhimseK again. In the state records is tlie\\nfollowing letter from poor Noble begging for\\nthe enlargement of John Stavers\\nPortsmouth, February 3, 1777.\\nTo the Committee of Safety of the Town of Exeter\\nGentlemen, As I am informed that Mr.\\nStivers is in confinement in gaol upon my account\\ncontrary to my desire, for when I was at Mr. Stivers\\na fast day I had no ill nor ment none against the\\nGentleman but by bad luck or misfortune I have\\nreceived a bad Blow but it is so well that I hope to\\ngo out in a day or two. So by this gentlemen of the\\nCommittee I hope you will release the gentleman\\nupon my account. I am yours to serve.\\nMark Noble,\\nA friend to my country.\\nFrom that period until I know not what\\nyear the Stavers House prospered. It was\\nat the sign of the William Pitt that the offi-\\ncers of the French fleet boarded in 1782, and\\nhither came the Marquis Lafayette, all the\\nway from Providence, to visit them. John\\nHancock, Elbridge Gerry, Rutledge, and\\nother signers of the Declaration sojourned\\nhere at various times. It was here General", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "50 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nKnox that stalwart man, two officers in\\nsize and three in lungs was wont to\\norder his dinner, and in a stentorian voice\\ncompliment Master Stavers on the excellence\\nof his larder. One day it was at the time\\nof the French Revolution Louis Philippe\\nand his two brothers ap]3lied at the door\\nof the William Pitt for lodgings but the\\ntavern was full, and the future king, with\\nhis companions, found comfortable quarters\\nunder the hospitable roof of Governor Lang-\\ndon in Pleasant Street.\\nA record of the scenes, tragic and humor-\\nous, that have been enacted within this old\\nyellow house on the corner would fill a vol-\\nume. A vivid picture of the social and pub-\\nlic life of the old time might be painted by a\\nskillful hand, using the two Earl of Halifax\\ninns for a background. The painter would\\nfind gay and sombre pigments ready mixed\\nfor his palette, and a hundred romantic in-\\ncidents waiting for his canvas. One of these\\nromantic episodes has been turned to very\\npretty account by Longfellow in the last", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 51\\nseries of The Tales of a Wayside Inn the\\nmarriage of Governor Benning Wentworth\\nwith Martha Hilton, a sort of second edition\\nof King Cophetua and the Beggar Maid.\\nMartha Hilton was a jDOor girl, whose bare\\nfeet and ankles and scant draj)ery when she\\nwas a child, and even after she was well in\\nthe bloom of her teens, used to scandalize\\ngood Dame Stavers, the innkeeper s wife.\\nStanding one afternoon in the doorway of\\nthe Earl of Halifax,^ Dame Stavers took oc-\\ncasion to remonstrate with the sleek-limbed\\nand lightly draped Martha, who chanced\\nto be passing the tavern, carrying a pail\\nof water, in which, as the poet neatly says,\\nthe shifting sunbeam danced.\\nThe first of the two hotels bearing that title. Mr.\\nBrewster commits a slight anachronism, in locating the\\nscene of this incident in Jaffrey Street, now Court. The\\nStavers House was not built until the year of Governor\\nBenning Wentworth s death. Mr. Longfellow, in the\\npoem, does not fall into the same error.\\nOne hundred years ago, and something more,\\nIn Queen Street, Portsmouth, at her tavern door,\\nNeat as a pin, and blooming as a rose,\\nStood Mistress Stavers in her furbelows.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "52 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nYou Pat you Pat cried Mrs. Stavers\\nseverely why do you go looking so You\\nshould be ashamed to be seen in the street.\\nNever mind how I look, says Miss\\nMartha, with a merry laugh, letting slip a\\nsaucy brown shoulder out of her dress I\\nshall ride in my chariot yet, ma am.\\nFortunate prophecy Martha went to live\\nas servant with Governor Wentworth at his\\nmansion at Little Harbor, looking out to\\nsea. Seven years passed, and the thin slip\\nof a girl, who promised to be no great\\nbeauty, had flowered into the loveliest of\\nwomen, w^ith a lip like a cherry and a cheek\\nlike a tea-rose a lady by instinct, one of\\nNature s own ladies. The governor, a lonely\\nwidower, and not too young, fell in love with\\nhis fair handmaid. Without stating his pur-\\npose to any one. Governor Wentworth in-\\nvited a number of friends (among others the\\nRev. Arthur Brown) to dine with him at\\nLittle Harbor on his birthday. After the\\ndinner, which was a very elaborate one, was\\nat an end, and the guests were discussing", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 53\\ntheir tobacco-pipes, Martha Hilton glided\\ninto the room, and stood blushing in front\\nof the chimney-place. She was exquisitely\\ndressed, as you may conceive, and wore her\\nhair three stories high. The guests stared\\nat each other, and particularly at her, and\\nwondered. Then the governor, rising from\\nhis seat,\\nPlayed slightly with his ruffles, then looked down,\\nAnd said unto the Reverend Arthur Brown\\nThis is my birthday it shall likewise he\\nMy wedding-day and you shall marry me\\nThe rector was dumfounded, knowing the\\nhumble footing Martha had held in the\\nhouse, and could think of nothing cleverer\\nto say than, To whom, your excellency\\nwhich was not clever at all.\\nTo this lady, replied the governor, tak-\\ning Martha Hilton by the hand. The Eev.\\nArthur Brown hesitated. As the Chief\\nMagistrate of New Hampshire I command\\nyou to marry me cried the choleric old\\ngovernor.\\nAnd so it was done; and the pretty", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "54 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nkitclien-maid became Lady Wentworth, and\\ndid ride in lier own chariot. She would not\\nhave been a woman if she had not taken\\nan early opportunity to drive by Stavers s\\nhotel\\nLady Wentworth had a keen appreciation\\nof the dignity of her new station, and be-\\ncame a grand lady at once. A few days\\nafter her marriage, dropping her ring on the\\nfloor, she languidly ordered her servant to\\npick it up. The servant, who appears to\\nhave had a fair sense of humor, grew sud-\\ndenly near-sighted, and was unable to find\\nthe ring until Lady Wentworth stooped and\\nplaced her ladyship s finger upon it. She\\nturned out a faultless wife, however; and\\nGovernor Wentworth at his death, which\\noccurred in 1770, signified his approval of\\nher by leaving her his entire estate. She\\nmarried again without changing name, ac-\\ncepting the hand, and what there was of the\\nheart, of Michael Wentworth, a retired colo-\\nnel of the British army, who came to this\\ncountry in 1767. Colonel Wentworth (not", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 55\\nconnected, I think, witli the Portsmouth\\nbranch of Wentworths) seems to have been\\nof a convivial turn of mind. He shortly\\ndissipated his wife s fortune in high living,\\nand died abruptly in New York it was sup-\\nposed by his own hand. His last words\\na quite unique contribution to the literature\\nof last words were, I have had my cake,\\nand ate it, which show that the colonel\\nwithin his own modest limitations was a\\nphilosopher.\\nThe seat of Governor Wentworth at Lit-\\ntle Harbor a pleasant walk from Market\\nSquare is well worth a visit. Time and\\nchange have laid their hands more lightly\\non this rambling old i)ile than on any other\\nof the old homes in Portsmouth. When\\nyou cross the threshold of the door you step\\ninto the colonial period. Here the Past\\nseems to have halted courteously, waiting\\nfor you to catch up with it. Inside and out-\\nside the Wentworth mansion remains nearly\\nas the old governor left it and though it is\\nno longer in the possession of the family,", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "66 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nthe present owners, in their willingness to\\ngratify the decent curiosity of strangers,\\nshow a hospitality which has always charac-\\nterized the place.\\nThe house is an architectural freak. The\\nmain building if it is the main building\\nis generally two stories in height, with irreg-\\nular wings forming three sides of a square\\nwhich opens on the water. It is, in brief, a\\ncluster of whimsical extensions that look as\\nif they had been built at different periods,\\nwhich I believe was not the case. The\\nmansion was completed in 1750. It ori-\\nginally contained fifty-two rooms a portion\\nof the structure was removed about half a\\ncentury ago, leaving forty-five apartments.\\nThe chambers were connected in the odd-\\nest manner, by unexpected steps leading\\nup or down, and capricious little passages\\nthat seem to have been the unhappy after-\\nthoughts of the architect. But it is a man-\\nsion on a grand scale, and with a grand air.\\nThe cellar was arranged for the stabling of\\na troop of thirty horse in times of danger.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 67\\nThe council-chamber, where for many years\\nall questions of vital importance to the State\\nwere discussed, is a spacious, high-studded\\nroom, finished in the richest style of the last\\ncentury. It is said that the ornamentation\\nof the huge mantel, carved with knife and\\nchisel, cost the workman a year s constant\\nlabor. At the entrance to the council-\\nchamber are still the racks for the twelve\\nmuskets of the governor s guard so long\\nago dismissed\\nSome valuable family portraits adorn the\\nwalls here, among which is a fine painting\\nyes, by our friend Copley of the lovely\\nDorothy Quincy, who married John Han-\\ncock, and afterward became Madam Scott.\\nThis lady was a niece of Dr. Hohnes s Dor-\\nothy Q. Opening on the comicil-chamber\\nis a large billiard-room the billiard-table is\\ngone, but an ancient spinnet, with the prim air\\nof an ancient maiden lady, and of a wheezy\\nvoice, is there and in one corner stands\\na claw-footed hitffet, near which the imagi-\\nnative nostril may still detect a faint and", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "58 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\ntantalizing odor of colonial punch. Open-\\ning also on the council-chamber are several\\ntiny apartments, empty and silent now, in\\nwhich many a close rubber has been played\\nby illustrious hands. The stillness and lone-\\nliness of the old house seem saddest here.\\nThe jeweled fingers are dust, the merry\\nlaughs have turned themselves into silent,\\nsorrowfid phantoms, stealing from chamber\\nto chamber. It is easy to believe in the\\ntraditional ghost that haunts the place\\nA jolly place in times of old,\\nBut something ails it now\\nThe mansion at Little Harbor is not the\\nonly historic house that bears the name of\\nWentworth. On Pleasant Street, at the\\nhead of Washington Street, stands the abode\\nof another colonial worthy, Governor John\\nWentworth, who held office from 1767 down\\nto the moment when the colonies dropped\\nthe British yoke as if it had been the letter\\nH. For the moment the good gentleman s\\noccupation was gone. He was a royalist of\\nthe most florid complexion. In 1775, a man", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 59\\nnamed John Fenton, an ex-captain in the\\nBritish army, who had managed to offend\\nthe Sons of Liberty, was given sanctuary in\\nthis house by the governor, who refused to\\ndeliver the fugitive to the peoi^le. The mob\\nplanted a small cannon (unloaded) in front\\nof the doorstep and threatened to open fire\\nif Fenton were not forthcoming. He forth-\\nwith came. The family vacated the prem-\\nises via the back-yard, and the mob entered,\\ndoing considerable damage. The broken\\nmarble chimney-piece still remains, mutely\\nprotesting against the uncalled-for violence.\\nShortly after this event the governor made\\nhis way to England, where his loyalty was\\nrewarded first with a governorship and then\\nwith a pension of \u00c2\u00a3500. He was governor\\nof Nova Scotia from 1792 to 1800, and died\\nin Halifax in 1820. This house is one of\\nthe handsomest old dwellings in the town,\\nand promises to outlive many of its newest\\nneighbors. The parlor has undergone no\\nchange whatever since the populace rushed\\ninto it over a century ago. The furniture", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "60 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nand adornments occupy their original posi-\\ntions, and the plush on the walls has not\\nbeen replaced by other hangings. In the\\nhall deep enough for the traditional duel\\nof baronial romance are full-length por-\\ntraits of the several governors and sundry\\nof their kinsfolk.\\nThere is yet a third Wentworth house,\\nalso decorated with the shade of a colonial\\ngovernor there were three Governors\\nWentworth but we shall pass it by,\\nthough out of no lack of respect for that\\nhigh official personage whose commission\\nwas signed by Joseph Addison, Esq., Sec-\\nretary of State under George I.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "OLD STRAWBERKY BANK\\nThese old houses have perhaps detained\\nus too long. They are merely the criunbling\\nshells of things dead and gone, of persons\\nand manners and customs that have left no\\nvery distinct record of themselves, excepting\\nhere and there in some sallow manuscript\\nwhich has luckily escaped the withering\\nbreath of fire, for the old town, as I have\\nremarked, has managed, from the earliest\\nmoment of its existence, to burn itseK up\\nperiodically. It is only through the scat-\\ntered memoranda of ancient town clerks, and\\nin the files of worm-eaten and forgotten\\nnewspapers, that we are enabled to get\\nglimpses of that life which was once so real\\nand positive and has now become a shadow.\\nI am of course speaking of the early days of", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "62 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\ntlie settlement on Strawberry Bank. They\\nwere stormy and eventful days. The dense\\nforest which surrounded the clearing was\\nalive with hostile red-men. The sturdy pil-\\ngrim went to sleep with his firelock at his bed-\\nside, not knowing at what moment he might\\nbe awakened by the glare of his burning hay-\\nricks and the piercing war-whoop of the\\nWomi^onoags. Year after year he saw his\\nharvest reaj)ed by a sickle of flame, as he\\npeered through the loop-holes of the block-\\nhouse, whither he had flown in hot haste with\\ngoodwife and little ones. The blockhouse\\nat Strawberry Bank appears to have been\\non an extensive scale, with stockades for the\\nshelter of cattle. It held large supplies of\\nstores, and was anq^ly furnished with arque-\\nbuses, sakers, and murtherers, a species of\\nnaval ordnance which probably did not belie\\nits name. It also boasted, we are told, of\\ntwo drimis for training-days, and no fewer\\nthan fifteen hautboys and soft-voiced, re-\\ncorders all which suggests a mediaeval\\ncastle, or a grim fortress in the time of", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 63\\nQueen Elizabeth. To the younger members\\nof the community giass or crockery ware\\nwas an unknown substance to the eklers it\\nwas a memory. An iron pot was the pot-\\nof-all-work, and their table utensils were\\nof beaten pewter. The diet was also of the\\nsimplest pea-porridge and corn-cake, with\\na mug of ale or a flagon of Spanish wine,\\nwhen they could get it.\\nJohn Mason, who never resided in this\\ncoimtry, but delegated the management of\\nhis plantation at Ricataqua and Newiche-\\nwannock to stewards, died before realizing\\nany appreciable return from his enterprise.\\nHe spared no endeavor meanwhile to fur-\\nther its prosperity. In 1632, three years\\nbefore his death, Mason sent over from\\nDenmark a number of neat cattle, of a\\nlarge breed and yellow colour. The herd\\nthrived, and it is said that some of the stock\\nis still extant on farms in the vicinity of\\nPortsmouth. Those old first families had\\na kind of staying quality\\nIn May, 1653, the inhabitants of the", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "64 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nsettlement petitioned the General Court at\\nBoston to grant them a definite township\\nfor the boundaries were doubtful and the\\nright to give it a proper name. Whereas\\nthe name of tliis plantation att present be-\\ning Strabery Banke, accidentally soe called,\\nby reason of a banke where straberries was\\nfound in this place, now we humbly desire\\nto have it called PortsmoiitJi^ being a name\\nmost suitable for this place, it being the\\nriver s mouth, and good as any in this land,\\nand your petit rs shall hmnbly pray, etc.\\nThroughout that formative period, and\\nduring the intermittent French wars, Ports-\\nmouth and the outlying districts were the\\nscenes of many bloody Indian massacres.\\nNo portion of the New England colony suf-\\nfered more. Famine, fire, pestilence, and\\nwar, each in its turn, and sometimes in con-\\njunction, beleaguered the little stronghold,\\nand threatened to wipe it out. But that\\nwas not to be.\\nThe settlement flourished and increased\\nin spite of all, and as soon as it had leisure", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 65\\nto draw breath, it betliouglit itself of the\\nschool-house and the jail two incontestable\\nsigns of budding civilization. At a town\\nmeeting in 1662, it was ordered that a cage\\nbe made or some other meanes invented by\\nthe selectmen to punish such as sleepe or\\ntake tobacco on the Lord s day out of the\\nmeetinge in the time of publique service.\\nThis salutary measure was not, for some\\nreason, carried into effect until nine years\\nlater, when Captain John Pickering, who\\nseems to have had as many professions as\\nMichelangelo, undertook to construct a cage\\ntwelve feet square and seven feet high, with\\na pillory on top the said Pickering to\\nmake a good strong dore and make a sub-\\nstantial payre of stocks and place the same\\nin said cage. A spot conveniently near\\nthe west end of the meeting-house was se-\\nlected as the site for this ingenious device.\\nIt is more than probable that the said\\nPickering indirectly furnished an occa-\\nsional bird for his cage, for in 1672 we find\\nhim and one Edward Westwere authorized", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "6Q AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nby the selectmen to keepe houses of pub-\\nlique entertainmeDt. He was a versatile\\nindividual, this John Pickering soldier,\\nmiller, moderator, carj^enter, lawyer, and\\ninnkeeper. Michelangelo need not blush\\nto be bracketed with him. In the course of\\na long and variegated career he never failed\\nto act according to his lights, which he\\nalways kept well trimmed. That Captain\\nPickering subsequently became the grand-\\nfather, at several removes, of the present\\nwriter was no fault of the Captain s, and\\nshould not be laid up against him.\\nDown to 1696, the education of the young\\nappears to have been a rather desultory and\\ntentative matter the young idea seems\\nto have been allowed to shoot at what-\\never it wanted to but in that year it was\\nvoted that care be taken that an abell\\nscollmaster [skuUmaster be provided for\\nthe towen as the law directs, 7iot visions in\\nconversation. That was perhaps demand-\\ning too much for it was not until May ye\\n7 of the following year that the selectmen", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 67\\nwere fortunate enough to put tlieir finger on\\nthis rara avis in the person of Mr. Tho.\\nPhippes, who agreed to be scoUmaster for\\nthe towen this yr insewing for teaching the\\ninhabitants chiklren in such manner as other\\nschoUmasters yously doe throughout the\\ncountrie for his soe doinge we the sellectt\\nmen in behalfe of ower towen doe ingage to\\npay him by way of rate twenty pounds and\\nyt he shall and may reserve from every\\nfather or master that sends theyer children\\nto school this yeare after ye rate of 16 s. for\\nreaders, writers and cypherers 20 s., Lattin-\\ners 24 s.\\nModern advocates of phonetic spelling\\nneed not plume themselves on their origi-\\nnality. The town clerk who wrote that de-\\nlicious yously doe settles the question.\\nIt is to be hoped that Mr. Tho. Phippes\\nwas not only not visions in conversation,\\nbut was more conventional in his orthog-\\nraphy. He evidently gave satisfaction, and\\nclearly exerted an influence on the town\\nclerk, Mr. Samuel Keais, who ever after", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "68 ^liV^ OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nshows a marked improvement in liis own\\nmethods. In 1704 the town empowered the\\nselectmen to call and settell a gramer scoll\\naccording to ye best of yower judgment and\\nfor ye advantag [Keais is obviously dead\\nnow] of ye youth of ower town to learn\\nthem to read from ye j^rimer, to wright and\\nsypher and to learne ym the tongues and\\ngood-manners. On this occasion it was\\nMr. William Allen, of Salisbury, who en-\\ngaged dilligently to attend ye school for\\nye present yeare, and tech all children yt\\ncan read in thaire psallters and upward.\\nFrom such humble beginnings were evolved\\nsome of the best public high schools at pres-\\nent in New England.\\nPortsmouth did not escape the witchcraft\\ndelusion, though I believe that no hangings\\ntook place within the boundaries of the\\ntownship. Dwellers by the sea are generally\\nsuperstitious sailors always are. There is\\nsomething in the illimitable expanse of sky\\nand water that dilates the imagination.\\nThe folk who live along the coast live on", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 69\\ntlie edge of a perpetual mystery; only a\\nstrip of yellow sand or gray rock separates\\ntliem from the unknown; tliey hear strange\\nvoices in the winds at midnight, they are\\nhaunted by the spectres of the mirage.\\nTheir minds quickly take the impress of un-\\ncanny things. The witches therefore found\\na sympathetic atmosphere in Newcastle, at\\nthe mouth of the Piscataqua that slender\\npaw of land which reaches out into the ocean\\nand terminates in a spread of sharp, flat\\nrocks, like the claws of an amorous cat.\\nWhat happened to the good folk of that\\npicturesque little fishiag-hamlet is worth re-\\ntelling in brief. In order properly to retell\\nit, a contemporary witness shall be called\\nupon to testify in the case of the Stone-\\nThrowing Devils of Newcastle. It is the\\nRev. Cotton Mather who addresses you\\nOn June 11, 1682, showers of stones\\nwere thrown by an invisible hand upon the\\nhouse of George Walton at Portsmouth\\n[Newcastle was then a part of the town].\\nWhereupon the people going out found the", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "70 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\ngate wrung off the hinges, and stones flying\\nand falling thick about them, and striking\\nof them seemingly with a great force^ but\\nreally affecting em no more than if a soft\\ntouch were given them. The glass windows\\nwere broken by stones that came not from\\nwithout, but from within and other instru-\\nments were in a like manner hurled about.\\nNine of the stones they took up, whereof\\nsome were as hot as if they came out of the\\nfire; and marking them they laid them on\\nthe table but in a little while they found\\nsome of them again flying about. The spit\\nwas carried up the chimney, and coming\\ndown with the point forward, stuck in the\\nback log, from whence one of the comj)any\\nremoving it, it was by an invisible hand\\nthrown out at the window. This disturb-\\nance continued from day to day and some-\\ntimes a dismal hollow whistling would be\\nheard, and sometimes the trotting and\\nsnorting of a horse, but nothing to be seen.\\nThe man went up the Great Bay in a boat\\non to a farm which he had there but there", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 71\\nthe stones found him out, and carrying\\nfrom the house to the boat a stirruj) ij^on\\nthe iro?i came jingling after him through\\nthe woods as far as his house and at last\\nwent away and was heard no more. The\\nanchor leaped overboard several times and\\nstopt the boat. A cheese was taken out of\\nthe press, and crumbled all over the floor;\\na piece of iron stuck into the wall, and a\\nkettle hung thereon. Several cocks of hay,\\nmow d near the house, were taken up and\\nhung upon the trees, and others made into\\nsmall whisps, and scattered about the house.\\nA man was much hurt by some of the stones.\\nHe was a Quaker, and suspected that a\\nwoman, who charged him with injustice in\\ndetaining some land from her, did, by witch-\\ncraft, occasion these preternatural occur-\\nrences. However, at last they came to an\\nend.\\nNow I have done with thee, O credulous\\nand sour Cotton Mather so get thee back\\nagain to thy tomb in the old burying-ground\\non Copp s Hill, where, unless thy nature is", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "72 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nradically clianged, thou makest it uncom-\\nfortable for those about tliee.\\nNearly a hundred years afterward, Ports-\\nmouth had another witch a tangible witch\\nin this instance one Molly Bridget, who\\ncast her malign spell on the eleemosynary\\npigs at the Almshouse, where she chanced\\nto reside at the moment. The pigs were\\nmanifestly bewitched, and Mr. Clement\\nMarch, the superintendent of the institution,\\nsaw only one remedy at hand, and that was\\nto cut off and burn the tips of their tails.\\nBut when the tips were cut off they disap-\\npeared, and it was in consequence quite im-\\npracticable to burn them. Mr. March, who\\nwas a gentleman of expedients, ordered that\\nall the chips and underbrush in the yard\\nshould be made into heaps and consumed,\\nhoping thus to catch and do away with the\\nmysterious and provoking extremities. The\\nfires were no sooner lighted than Molly\\nBridget rushed from room to room in a state\\nof frenzy. With the dying flames her own\\nvitality subsided, and she was dead before", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 73\\nthe ash-piles were cool. I say it seriously\\nwhen I say that these are facts of which\\nthere is authentic proof.\\nIf the woman had recovered, she would\\nhave fared badly, even at that late period,\\nhad she been in Salem but the death-pen-\\nalty has never been hastily inflicted in\\nPortsmouth. The first execution that ever\\ntook place there was that of Sarah Simpson\\nand Peneloj)e Kenny, for the murder of an\\ninfant in 1739. The sheriff was Thomas\\nPacker, the same official who, twenty-nine\\nyears later, won unenviable notoriety at the\\nhanging of Ruth Blay. The circumstances\\nare set forth by the late Albert Laighton in\\na spirited ballad, which is too long to quote\\nin full. The following stanzas, however,\\ngive the pith of the story\\nAnd a voice among them shouted,\\nPause before the deed is done\\nWe have asked reprieve and pardon\\nFor the poor misguided one.\\nBut these words of Sheriff Packer\\nRang above the swelling noise", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "74 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nMust I wait and lose my dinner\\nDraw away the cart, my boys\\nNearer came tlie sound and louder,\\nTill a steed with panting breath,\\nFrom its sides the white foam dripping.\\nHalted at the scene of death\\nAnd a messenger alighted.\\nCrying to the crowd, Make way\\nThis I bear to Sheriif Packer\\nT is a pardon for Ruth Blay\\nBut of course he arrived too late the\\nLaw led Mercy about twenty minutes. The\\ncrowd dispersed, horror-stricken hut it as-\\nsembled again that night before the sheriff s\\ndomicile and expressed its indignation in\\ngroans. His effigy, hanged on a miniature\\ngallows, was afterward paraded through the\\nstreets.\\nBe the name of Thomas Packer\\nA reproach fore verm ore\\nLaiffhton s ballad reminds me that Ports-\\nmouth has been prolific in poets, one of\\nwhom, at least, has left a mouthful of peren-\\nnial rhyme for orators Jonathan Sewell\\nwith his", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 75\\nNo pent-up Utica contracts your powers,\\nBut the whole boundless continent is yours.\\nI have somewhere seen a volume with the\\nalliterative title of Poets of Portsmouth,\\nin which are embalmed no fewer than sixty\\nimmortals\\nBut to drop into prose again, and have\\ndone with this iliad of odds and ends.\\nPortsmouth has the honor, I believe, of\\nestablishing the first recorded pauper work-\\nhouse thouo^h not in connection with her\\npoets, as might naturally be supposed. The\\nbuilding was completed and tenanted in\\n1716. Seven years later, an act was passed\\nin England authorizing the establishment of\\nparish workhouses there. The first and only\\nkeeper of the Portsmouth almshouse up to\\n1750 was a woman Rebecca Austin.\\nSpeaking of first things, we are told by\\nMr. Nathaniel Adams, in his Annals of\\nPortsmouth, that on the 20th of April,\\n1761, Mr. John Stavers began running a\\nstage from that town to Boston. The car-\\nriage was a two-horse curricle, wide enough", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "76 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nto accommodate three passengers. The fare\\nwas thirteen shillings and sixpence sterling\\nper head. The curricle was presently super-\\nseded by a series of fat yellow coaches, one\\nof which nearly a century later, and long\\nafter that pleasant mode of travel had fallen\\nobsolete was the cause of much mental\\ntribulation to the writer of this chronicle.\\nThe mail and the newspaper are closely\\nassociated factors in civilization, so I men-\\ntion them together, though in this case the\\nnewspaper antedated the mail-coach about\\nfive years. On October 7, 1756, the first\\nnumber of The New Hampshire Gazette\\nand Historical Chronicle was issued in\\nPortsmouth from the press of Daniel Fowle,\\nwho in the previous July had removed from\\nBoston, where he had undergone a brief but\\nuncongenial imprisonment on suspicion of\\nhaving printed a pamplilet entitled The\\nMonster of Monsters, by Tom Thumb,\\nSome idle reader here and there may possibly recall\\nthe hxirning of the old stag-e-coach in The Story of a Bad\\nBoy.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BV THE SEA 77\\nEsq., an essay that contained some uncom-\\nplimentary reflections on several official per-\\nsonages. The Gazette was the pioneer\\njournal of the province. It was followed at\\nthe close of the same year by The Mer-\\ncury and Weekly Advertiser, published by\\na former apprentice of Fowle, a certain\\nThomas Furber, backed by a number of\\nrestless Whigs, who considered the Ga-\\nzette not sufficiently outspoken in the\\ncause of liberty. Mr.- Fowle, however, con-\\ntrived to hold his own until the day of his\\ndeath. Fowle had for pressman a faithful\\nnegro named Primus, a full-blooded African.\\nWhether Primus was a freeman or a slave\\nI am unable to state. He lived to a great\\nage, and was a prominent figure among the\\npeople of his own color.\\nNegro slavery was common in New Eng-\\nland at that period. In 1767, Portsmouth\\nnumbered in its population a hundred and\\neighty-eight slaves, male and female. Their\\nbondage, happily, was nearly always of a\\nlight sort, if any bondage can be light.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "78 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nThey were allowed to have a kind of gov-\\nernment of their own; indeed, were en-\\ncouraged to do so, and no unreasonable\\nrestrictions were placed on their social enjoy-\\nment. They annually elected a king and\\ncounselors, and celebrated the event with a\\nprocession. The aristocratic feeling was\\nhighly developed in them. The rank of the\\nmaster was the slave s rank. There was a\\ngreat deal of ebony standing around on its\\ndignity in those days. For example, Gov-\\nernor Langdon s manservant, Cyrus Bruce,\\nwas a person who insisted on his distinction,\\nand it was recognized. His massive gold\\nchain and seals, his cherry-colored small-\\nclothes and silk stockings, his ruffles and\\nsilver shoe-buckles, were a tradition long\\nafter Cyrus himself was pulverized.\\nIn cases of minor misdemeanor among\\nthem, the negroes themselves were permitted\\nto be judge and jury. Their administration\\nof justice was often characteristically naive.\\nMr. Brewster gives an amusing sketch of one\\nof their sessions. King Nero is on the bench.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 79\\nand one Cato we are nothing if not clas-\\nsical is tlie prosecuting attorney. The\\nname of the prisoner and the nature of his\\noffense are not disclosed to posterity. In\\nthe midst of the proceedings the hour of noon\\nis clanged from the neighboring belfry of the\\nOld North Church. The evidence was not\\ngone through with, but the servants could\\nstay no longer from their home duties.\\nThey all wanted to see the whipping, but\\ncould not conveniently be present again\\nafter dinner. Cato ventured to address the\\nKing: Please your IIono7\\\\ test let the fel-\\nlow have his whipping now^ and finish the\\ntrial after dinner. The request seemed to\\nbe the general wish of the company so\\nNero ordered ten lashes, for justice so far\\nas the trial went, and ten more at the close\\nof the trial, should he be found guilty\\nSlavery in New Hampshire was never\\nlegally abolished, unless Abraham Lincoln\\ndid it. The State itself has not ever pro-\\nnounced any emancipation edict. During\\nthe Revolutionary War the slaves were", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "80 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\ngradually emancipated by their masters.\\nThat many of the negroes, who had grown\\ngray in service, refused their freedom, and\\nelected to spend the rest of their lives as\\npensioners in the families of their late own-\\ners, is a circumstance that illustrates the\\nkindly ties which held between slave and\\nmaster in the old colonial days in New\\nEngland.\\nThe institution was accidental and super-\\nficial, and never had any real root in the\\nGranite State. If the Puritans could have\\nfound in the Scri]3tures any direct sanction\\nof slavery, perhaps it would have continued\\nawhile longer, for the Puritan carried his\\nreligion into the business affairs of life\\nhe was not even able to keep it out of his\\nbills of lading. I cannot close this ram-\\nbling chapter more appropriately and sol-\\nemnly than by quoting from one of those\\nsame pious bills of lading. It is dated June,\\n1726, and reads Shij^ped by the grace\\nof God in good order and well conditioned,\\nby Wm. Pepperills on there own acct. and", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 81\\nrisque, in and upon the good Briga called\\nthe William, whereof is master under God\\nfor this present voyage George King, now\\nriding at anchor in the river Piscataqua and\\nby God s grace bound to Barbadoes. Here\\nfollows a catalogue of the miscellaneous\\ncargo, rounded off with And so God send\\nthe good Briga to her desired port in safety.\\nAmen.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "VI\\nSOME OLD PORTSMOUTH PROFILES\\nI DOUBT if any New England town ever\\nturned out so many eccentric characters as\\nPortsmouth. From 1640 down to about\\n1848 there must have been something in the\\nair of the place that generated eccentricity.\\nIn another cha23ter I shall exj)lain why the\\nconditions have not been favorable to the\\ndevelopment of individual singularity during\\nthe latter half of the present century. It is\\neasier to do that than fully to account for\\nthe numerous queer human types which have\\nexisted from time to time previous to that\\nperiod.\\nIn recently turning over the pages of Mr.\\nBrewster s entertaining collection of Ports-\\nmouth sketches, I have been struck by the\\nnmnber and variety of the odd men and", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 83\\nwomen who appear incidentally on the scene.\\nThey are, in the author s intention, secondary\\nfigures in the background of his landscape,\\nbut they stand very much in the foreground\\nof one s memory after the book is laid aside.\\nOne finds one s seK thinking quite as often\\nof that squalid old hut-dweller up by Saga-\\nmore Creek as of General Washington, who\\nvisited the town in 1789. Conservatism and\\nrespectability have their values, certainly;\\nbut has not the unconventional its values\\nalso? If we render unto that old hut-\\ndweller the things which are that old hut-\\ndweller s, we must concede him his pictur-\\nesqueness. He was dirty, and he was not\\nrespectable but he is picturesque now\\nthat he is dead.\\nIf the reader has five or ten minutes to\\nwaste, I invite him to glance at a few old\\nprofiles of persons who, however substantial\\nthey once were, are now leading a life of\\nmere outlines. I would like to give them a\\nless faded expression, but the past is very\\nchary of yielding up anything more than its\\nshadows.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "84 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nThe first who presents hnnself is the rumi-\\nnative hermit already mentioned a species\\nof uninspired Thoreau. His name was\\nBenjamin Lear. So far as his craziness\\nwent, he might have been a lineal descendant\\nof that ancient king of Britain who figures\\non Shakespeare s page. Family dissensions\\nmade a recluse of King Lear; but in the\\ncase of Benjamin there were no mitigating\\ncircumstances. He had no family to trouble\\nhim, and his realm remained undivided.\\nHe owned an excellent farm on the south\\nside of Sagamore Creek, a little to the west\\nof the bridge, and might have lived at ease,\\nif personal comfort had not been distasteful\\nto him. Personal comfort entered into no\\nplan of Lear s. To be alone filled the little\\npint-measure of his desire. He ensconced\\nhimself in a wretched shanty, and barred\\nthe door, figuratively, against all the world.\\nWealth what would have been wealth to\\nhim lay within his reach, but he thrust\\nit aside he disdained luxury as he disdained\\nidleness, and made no compromise with con-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 85\\nvention. Wlien a man cuts liimseK abso-\\nlutely adrift from custom, what an astonish-\\ningly light spar floats him How few his\\nwants are, after all! Lear was of a cheer-\\nful disposition, and seems to have been\\nwholly inoffensive at a distance. He fab-\\nricated his own clothes, and subsisted chiefly\\non milk and potatoes, the product of his\\nrealm. He needed nothing but an island to\\nbe a Eobinson Crusoe. At rare intervals he\\nflitted like a frost-bitten apparition through\\nthe main street of Portsmouth, which he\\nalways designated as the Bank, a name\\nthat had become obsolete fifty or a hundred\\nyears before. Thus, for nearly a quarter of\\na century, Benjamin Lear stood aloof from\\nhuman intercourse. In his old age some\\nof the neighbors offered him shelter during\\nthe tempestuous winter months; but he\\nwould have none of it he defied wind and\\nweather. There he lay in his dilapidated\\nhovel in his last illness, refusing to allow\\nany one to remain with him overnight\\nand the mercury four degrees below zero.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "86 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nLear was born in 1720, and vegetated eighty-\\ntwo years.\\nI take it that Timothy Winn, of whom\\nwe have only a glimpse, and wonld like to\\nhave more, was a person better worth know-\\ning. His name reads like the title of some\\nold-fashioned novel Timothy Winn, or\\nthe Memoirs of a Bashful Gentleman. He\\ncame to Portsmouth from Woburn at the\\nclose of the last century, and set up in the\\nold musemn-building on Mulberry Street\\nwhat was called a piece goods store. He\\nwas the third Timothy in his monotonous\\nfamily, and in order to differentiate himself\\nhe inscribed on the sign over his shop door,\\nTimothy Winn, 3d, and was ever after\\ncalled Three-Penny Winn. That he en-\\njoyed the pleasantry, and clmig to his sign,\\ngoes to show that he was a person who\\nwould ripen on further acquaintance, were\\nfurther acquaintance now practicable. His\\nnext-door neighbor, Mr. Leonard Serat, who\\nkept a modest tailoring establishment, also\\ntantalizes us a little with a dim intimation", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 87\\nof originality. He plainly was without lit-\\nerary prejudices, for on one face of his\\nswinging sign was painted tlie word Taylor,\\nand on the other Tailor. This may have\\nbeen a delicate concession to that part of\\nthe community the greater part, probably\\nwhich would have spelled it with a y.\\nThe building in which Messrs. Winn and\\nSerat had their shops was the property of\\nNicholas Rousselet, a French gentleman of\\nDemerara, the story of whose unconven-\\ntional courtship of Miss Catherine Moff att\\nis pretty enough to bear retelling, and en-\\ntitles him to a place in our Imiited collection\\nof etchings. M. Rousselet had doubtless\\nalready made excursions into the pays de\\ntendre^ and given Miss Catherine previous\\nnotice of the state of his heart, but it was\\nnot until one day during the hour of service\\nat the Episcopal church that he brought\\nmatters to a crisis by handing to Miss\\nMoffatt a small Bible, on the fly-leaf of\\nwhich he had penciled the fifth verse of the\\nSecond Epistle of John", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "88 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nAiid now I beseech thee, lady, not as thongh I\\nwrote a new commandment unto thee, but that\\nwhich we had from the beginning, that we love one\\nanother.\\nThis was not to be resisted, at least not by\\nMiss Catherine, who demurely handed the\\nvolume back to him with a page turned\\ndown at the sixteenth verse in the first\\nchapter of Kuth\\nWhither thou goest, I will go and where thou\\nlodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my peo-\\nple, and thy God my God where thou diest, will\\nI die, and there will I be buried the Lord do so\\nto me, and more also, if aught but death part thee\\nand me.\\nAside from this quaint touch of romance,\\nwhat attaches me to the happy pair for\\nthe marriage was a fortunate one is the\\nfact that the Rousselets made their home in\\nthe old Atkinson mansion, which stood di-\\nrectly opposite my grandfather s house on\\nCourt Street and was torn down in my child-\\nhood, to my great consternation. The build-\\ning had been unoccupied for a quarter of a", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 89\\ncentury, and was fast falling into decay with\\nall its rich wood-carvings at cornice and\\nlintel but was it not full of ghosts, and if\\nthe old barracks were demolished, would\\nnot these ghosts, or some of them at least,\\ntake refuge in my grandfather s house just\\nacross the way Where else could they be-\\nstow themselves so conveniently? While\\nthe ancient mansion was in process of de-\\nstruction, I used to peep round the corner\\nof our barn at the workmen, and watch the\\nindignant phantoms go soaring upward in\\nspiral clouds of colonial dust.\\nA lady differing in many ways from\\nCatherine Moffatt was the Mary Atkinson\\n(once an inmate of this same manor house)\\nwho fell to the lot of the Rev. William\\nShurtleff, pastor of the South Church be-\\ntween 1733 and 1747. From the worldly\\nstandpoint, it was a fine match for the New-\\ncastle clergyman beauty, of the eagle-\\nbeaked kind wealth, her share of the family\\nplate high birth, a sister to the Hon. Theo-\\ndore Atkinson. But if the exemplary man", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "90 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nhad cast his eyes lower, peraclventure he had\\nfound more happiness, though ill-bred per-\\nsons without family plate are not necessarily\\namiable. Like Socrates, this long-suffering\\ndivine had always with him an object on\\nwhich to cultivate heavenly patience, and\\npatience, says the Eastern proverb, is the\\nkey of content. The spirit of Xantippe\\nseems to have taken possession of Mrs.\\nShurtleff inmiediately after her marriage.\\nThe freakish disrespect with which she used\\nher meek consort was a heavy cross to bear\\nat a period in New England when clerical\\ndignity was at its highest sensitive point.\\nHer devices for torturing the poor gentleman\\nwere inexhaustible. Now she lets his Sab-\\nbath ruifs go unstarched; now she scan-\\ndalizes him by some unseemly and frivolous\\ncolor in her attire now she leaves him to\\ncook his own dinner at the kitchen coals\\nand now she locks him in his study, whither\\nhe has retired for a moment or two of prayer,\\nprevious to setting forth to perform the\\nmorning service. The congregation has as-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 91\\nsembled tlie sexton has tolled the bell\\ntwice as long as is the custom, and is be-\\nginning a third carillon, full of wonder that\\nhis reverence does not appear and there sits\\nMistress ShurtlefP in the family pew with a\\nface as complacent as that of the cat that\\nhas eaten the canary. Presently the deacons\\nappeal to her for information touching the\\ngood doctor. Mistress Shurtleff sweetly\\ntells them that the good doctor was in his\\nstudy when she left home. There he is\\nfound, indeed, and released from durance,\\nbegging the deacons to keep his mortification\\nsecret, to give it an understanding, but no\\ntongue. Such was the discipline undergone\\nby the worthy Dr. Shurtleff on his eartlily\\npilgrimage. A portrait of this patient man\\nnow a saint somewhere hangs in the\\nrooms of the New England Historic and\\nGenealogical Society in Boston. There he\\ncan be seen in surplice and bands, with his\\nlamblike, apostolic face looking down upon\\nthe heavy antiquarian labors of his busy\\ndescendants.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "92 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nWhether or not a man is to be classed as\\neccentric who vanishes without rhyme or\\nreason on his wedding-night is a query left\\nto the reader s decision. We seem to have\\nstruck a matrimonial vein, and must work it\\nout. In 1768, Mr. James McDonough was\\none of the wealthiest men in Portsmouth,\\nand the fortunate suitor for the hand of a\\ndaughter of Jacob Sheafe, a town magnate.\\nThe home of the bride was decked and\\nlighted ,for the nuptials, the banquet-table\\nwas spread, and the guests were gathered.\\nThe minister in his robe stood by the carven\\nmantelpiece, book in hand, and waited.\\nThen followed an awkward interval there\\nwas a hitch somewhere, A strange silence\\nfell upon the laughing groups the air grew\\ntense with expectation in the pantry, Amos\\nBoggs, the butler, in his agitation sjiilt a\\nbottle of port over his new cinnamon-colored\\nsmall-clothes. Then a whisper a whis-\\nper suppressed these twenty minutes ran\\nthrough the apartments, The bridegroom\\nhas not come He never came. The mys-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 93\\ntery of tliat niglit remains a mystery after\\nthe lapse of a century and a quarter.\\nWhat had become of James McDonough\\nThe assassination of so notable a person in\\na community where every strange face was\\nchallenged, where every man s antecedents\\nwere known, could not have been accom-\\nplished without leaving some slight traces.\\nNot a shadow of foul play was discovered.\\nThat McDonough had been murdered or\\nhad committed suicide were theories accepted\\nat first by a few, and then by no one. On\\nthe other hand, he was in love with hk fian-\\ncee, he had wealth, power, position why\\nhad he fled He was seen a moment on the\\npublic street, and then never seen again.\\nIt was as if he had turned into air. Mean-\\nwhile the bewilderment of the bride was\\ndramatically painful. If McDonough had\\nbeen waylaid and killed, she could mourn\\nfor him. If he had deserted her, she could\\nwrap herself in her pride. But neither\\ncourse lay open to her, then or afterward.\\nIn one of the Twice Told Tales Hawthorne", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "94 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\ndeals with a man named Wakefield, who\\ndisappears with like suddenness, and lives\\nunrecognized for twenty years in a street\\nnot far from his abandoned hearthside.\\nSuch expunging of one s self was not possi-\\nble in Portsmouth but I never think of\\nMcDonough without recalling Wakefield.\\nI have an inexplicable conviction that for\\nmany a year James McDonough, in some\\nsnug ambush, studied and analyzed the ef-\\nfect of his own startling disappearance.\\nSome time in the year 1758, there dawned\\nupon Portsmouth a personage bearing the\\nponderous title of King s Attorney, and car-\\nrying much gold lace about him. This\\ngilded gentleman was Mr. Wyseman Clagett,\\nof Bristol, England, where his father dwelt\\non the manor of Broad Oaks, in a mansion\\nwith twelve chimneys, and kept a coach and\\neight or ten servants. Up to the moment\\nof his advent in the colonies, Mr. Wyseman\\nClagett had evidently not been able to keep\\nanything but himself. His wealth consisted\\nof his personal decorations, the golden frogs", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 95\\non his lapels, and the tinsel at his throat\\nother charms he had none. Yet with these\\nhe contrived to dazzle the eyes of Lettice\\nMitchel, one of the young beauties of the\\nprovince, and to cause her to forget that she\\nhad plighted troth with a Mr. Warner, then\\nin Europe, and destined to return home with\\na disturbed heart. Mr. Clagett was a man\\nof violent temper and ingenious vindictive-\\nness, and proved more than a sufficient\\npunishment for Lettice s infidelity. The\\ntrifling fact that Warner was dead he died\\nshortly after his return did not interfere\\nwith the course of Mr. Clagett s jealousy he\\nwas haunted by the suspicion that Lettice\\nregretted her first love, having left nothing\\nundone to make her do so. This is to pay\\nWarner s debts, remarked Mr. Clagett, as\\nhe twitched off the table-cloth and wrecked\\nthe tea-things.\\nIn his official capacity he was a relent-\\nless prosecutor. The noun Clagett speedily\\nturned itself into a verb to Clagett\\nmeant to prosecute they were convert-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "96 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nible terms. In spite of his industrious\\nseverity, and his royal emokmients, if such\\nexisted, the exchequer of the King s Attor-\\nney showed a perpetual deficit. The strat-\\nagems to which he resorted from time to\\ntime in order to raise unimportant sums\\nremind one of certain scenes in Moliere s\\ncomedies.\\nMr. Clagett had for his clme damnee a\\nconstable of the town. They were made for\\neach other they were two flowers with but\\na single stem, and this was their method\\nof procedure Mr. Clagett dispatched one\\nof his servants to pick a quarrel with some\\ncountryman on the street, or some sailor\\ndrinking at an inn the constable arrested\\nthe sailor or the countryman, as the case\\nmight be, and hauled the culprit before\\nMr. Clagett; Mr. Clagett read the cidprit\\na moral lesson, and fined him five dollars\\nand costs. The plmider was then divided\\nbetween the conspirators two hearts that\\nbeat as one Clagett, of course, getting the\\nlion s share. Justice was never adminis-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 97\\ntered in a simpler manner in any country.\\nTliis eminent legal light was extinguished in\\n1784, and the wick laid away in the little\\nchurchyard at Litchfield, New Hampshire.\\nIt is a satisfaction, even after such a lapse\\nof time, to know that Lettice survived the\\nKing s Attorney sufficiently long to be\\nvery happy with somebody else. Lettice\\nMitchel was scarcely eighteen when she\\nmarried Wyseman Clagett.\\nAbout eighty years ago, a witless fellow\\nnamed Tilton seems to have been a familiar\\nfigure on the streets of the old town. Mr.\\nBrewster speaks of him as the well-known\\nidiot, Johnny Tilton, as if one shoidd say,\\nthe well-known statesman, Daniel Web-\\nster. It is curious to observe how any sort\\nof individuality gets magnified in this paro-\\nchial atmosphere, where everything lacks\\nperspective, and nothing is trivial. Johnny\\nTilton does not appear to have had much\\nindividuality to start with it was only after\\nhis head was cracked that he showed any\\nshrewdness whatever. That happened early", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "98 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nin his unobtrusive boyhood. He had fre-\\nquently watched the hens flying out of the\\nloft window in his father s stable, which\\nstood in the rear of the Old Bell Tavern.\\nIt occurred to Johnny, one day, that though\\nhe might not be as bright as other lads, he\\ncertainly was in no resjiect inferior to a hen.\\nSo he placed himself on the sill of the win-\\ndow in the loft, flapped his arms, and took\\nflight. The New England Icarus alighted\\nhead downward, lay insensible for a while,\\nand was henceforth looked upon as a mortal\\nwho had lost his wits. Yet at odd moments\\nhis cloudiness was illmnined by a gleam of\\nintelligence such as had not been detected\\nin him previous to his mischance. As Po-\\nlonius said of Hamlet another unstrung\\nmortal Tilton s replies had a happiness\\nthat often madness hits on, which reason\\nand sanity could not so prosperously be de-\\nlivered of. One morning, he appeared at\\nthe flour-mill with a sack of corn to be\\nground for the almshouse, and was asked\\nwhat he knew. Some thino-s I know, re-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 99\\nplied poor Tilton, and some things I don t\\nknow. I know the miller s hogs grow fat,\\nbut I don t know whose corn they fat on.\\nTo borrow another word from Polonius,\\nthough this be madness, yet there was\\nmethod in it. Tilton finally brought up in\\nthe almshouse, where he was allowed the\\nliberty of roaming at will through the town.\\nHe loved the water-side as if he had had\\nall his senses. Often he was seen to stand\\nfor hours with a sunny, torpid smile on his\\nlips, gazing out upon the river where its\\nazure ruffles itself into silver against the\\nislands. He always wore stuck in his hat a\\nfew hen s feathers, perhaps with some vague\\nidea of still associating himself with the\\nbirds of the air, if hens can come into that\\ncategory.\\nGeorge Jaffrey, third of the name, was a\\ncharacter of another complexion, a gentle-\\nman born, a graduate of Harvard in 1730,\\nand one of His Majesty s Council in 1766\\na man with the blood of the lion and the\\nunicorn in every vein. He remained to the", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "100 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nbitter end, and beyond, a devout royalist,\\nprizing his sboe-buckles, not because tliey\\nwere of chased silver, but because they bore\\nthe tower mark and crown stamp. He\\nstoutly objected to oral prayer, on the\\nground that it gave rogues and hypocrites\\nan opportunity to impose on honest folk.\\nHe was punctilious in his attendance at\\nchurch, and unfailing in his responses,\\nthough not of a particularly devotional\\ntemperament. On one occasion, at least,\\nhis sincerity is not to be questioned. He\\nhad been deeply irritated by some en-\\ncroaclmients on the boundaries of certain\\nestates, and had gone to church that fore-\\nnoon with his mind full of the matter.\\nWhen the minister in the course of reading\\nthe service came to the apostrophe, Cursed\\nbe he who remove th his neighbor s land-\\nmark, Mr. Jaffrey s feelings were too many\\nfor him, and he cried out Amen in a\\ntone of voice that brought smiles to the\\nadjoining pews.\\nMr. Jaffrey s last will and testament was", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 101\\na whimsical document, in spite of the Hon.\\nJeremiah Mason, who drew up the paper.\\nIt had originally been Mr. Jaffrey s plan to\\nleave his possessions to his beloved friend,\\nColonel Joshua Wentworth but the colonel\\nby some maladroitness managed to turn the\\ncurrent of Pactolus in another direction.\\nThe vast property was bequeathed to George\\nJaffrey Jeffries, the testator s grandnephew,\\non condition that the heir, then a lad of\\nthirteen, should drop the name of Jeffries,\\nreside permanently in Portsmouth, and\\nadopt no profession excepting that of gen-\\ntleman. There is an immense amount of\\nPortsmouth as well as George Jaffrey in\\nthat final clause. George the fourth hand-\\nsomely complied with the requirements, and\\ndying at the age of sixty-six, without issue\\nor assets, was the last of that particular line\\nof Georges. I say that he handsomely com-\\nplied with the requirements of the will but\\nmy statement appears to be subject to quali-\\nfication, for on the day of his obsequies it\\nwas remarked of him by a caustic contempo-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "102 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nrary: Well, yes, Mr. Jaffrey was a gen-\\ntleman by profession, but not eminent in his\\nprofession.\\nThis modest exhibition of profiles, in\\nwhich I have attempted to preserve no\\nchronological sequence, ends with the sil-\\nhouette of Dr. Joseph Moses.\\nIf Boston in the colonial days had her\\nMather Byles, Portsmouth had her Dr.\\nJoseph Moses. In their quality as humor-\\nists, the outlines of both these gentlemen\\nhave become rather broken and indistinct.\\nA jest s prosperity lies in the ear that\\nhears it. Decanted wit inevitably loses its\\nbouquet. A clever repartee belongs to the\\nprecious moment in which it is broached,\\nand is of a vintage that does not usually bear\\ntransportation. Dr. Moses he received\\nhis diploma not from the College of Phy-\\nsicians, but from the circumstance of his\\nhaving once drugged his private demijohn\\nof rum, and so nailed an inquisitive negro\\nnamed Sambo Dr. Moses, as he was always\\ncalled, has been handed down to us by tra-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 103\\ndition as a fellow of infinite jest and of most\\nexcellent fancy; but I must confess that I\\nfind his high spirits very much evaporated.\\nHis humor expended itself, for the greater\\npart, in practical pleasantries like that\\npracticed on the minion Sambo but these\\ndiversions, however facetious to the parties\\nconcerned, lack magnetism for outsiders. I\\ndiscover nothing about him so amusing as\\nthe fact that he lived in a tan-colored little\\ntenement, which was neither clapboarded\\nnor shingled, and finally got an epidermis\\nfrom the discarded shingles of the Old\\nSouth Church when the roof of that edifice\\nwas repaired.\\nDr. Moses, like many persons of his time\\nand class, was a man of protean employment\\njoiner, barber, and what not. No doubt\\nhe had much pithy and fluent conversation,\\nall of which escapes us. He certainly im-\\npressed the Hon. Theodore Atkinson as a\\nperson of uncommon parts, for the Honor-\\nable Secretary of the Province, like a second\\nHaroun Al Raschid, often summoned the", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "104 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nbarber to entertain him witli his company.\\nOne evening and this is the only repro-\\nducible instance of the doctor s readiness\\nMr. Atkinson regaled his guest with a di-\\nminutive glass of choice Madeira. The doc-\\ntor regarded it against the light with the\\nhalf-closed eye of the connoisseur, and after\\nsipping the molten toj)az with satisfaction,\\ninq^uired how old it was. Of the vintage\\nof about sixty years ago, was the answer.\\nWell, said the doctor reflectively, I\\nnever in my life saw so small a thing of\\nsuch an age. There are other 77iots of his\\non record, but their faces are suspiciously\\nfamiliar. In fact, all the witty things were\\nsaid aeons ago. If one nowadays perpetrates\\nan original joke, one immediately afterward\\nfinds it in the Sanskrit. I am afraid that\\nDr. Joseph Moses has no very solid claims\\non us. I have given him place here because\\nhe has long had the reputation of a wit,\\nwhich is almost as good as to be one.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "VII\\nPERSONAL REMINISCENCES\\nThe running of the first train over the\\nEastern Road from Boston to Portsmouth\\nit took place somewhat more than forty years\\nago was attended by a serious accident.\\nThe accident occurred in the crowded station\\nat the Portsmouth terminus, and was un-\\nobserved at the time. The catastrophe was\\nfollowed, though not immediately, by death,\\nand that also, curiously enough, was un-\\nobserved. Nevertheless, this initial train,\\nfreighted with so many hopes and the Di-\\nrectors of the Road, ran over and killed\\nLocal Character.\\nUp to that day Portsmouth had been a\\nvery secluded little community, and had had\\nthe courage of its seclusion. From time to\\ntime it had calmly produced an individual", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "106 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nbuilt on plans and specifications of its own,\\nwithout regard to the prejudices and con-\\nventionalities of outlying districts. This\\nindividual was purely indigenous. He was\\nborn in the town, he lived to a good old age\\nin the town, and never went out of the place,\\nuntil he was finally laid under it. To him,\\nBoston, though only fifty-six miles away,\\nwas virtually an unknown quantity oidy\\nfifty-six miles by brutal geographical mea-\\nsurement, but thousands of miles distant in\\neffect. In those days, in order to reach Bos-\\nton you were obliged to take a great yellow,\\nclumsy stage-coach, resembling a three-story\\nmud-turtle if the zoologist will, for the\\nsake of the simile, tolerate so daring an in-\\nvention you were obliged to take it very\\nearly in the morning, you dined at noon at\\nIpswich, and clattered into the great city\\nwith the golden dome just as the twilight\\nwas falling, provided always the coach had\\nnot shed a wheel by the roadside or one of\\nthe leaders had not gone lame. To many\\nworthy and well-to-do persons in Portsmouth,", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 107\\nthis journey was an event wliicli occurred\\nonly twice or thrice during life. To the\\ntypical individual with whom I am for the\\nmoment dealing, it never occurred at all.\\nThe town was his entire world he was as\\nparochial as a Parisian Market Street was\\nhis Boulevard des Italiens, and the North\\nEnd his Bois de Boulogne.\\nOf course there were varieties of local\\ncharacters without his limitations venerable\\nmerchants retired from the East India\\ntrade elderly gentlewomen, with family\\njewels and personal peculiarities one or\\ntwo scholarly recluses in by-gone cut of coat,\\nhaunting the Athenseum reading-room ex-\\nsea captains, with rings on their fingers, like\\nSimon Danz s visitors in Longfellow s poem\\nmen who had played busy parts in the\\nbustling world, and had drifted back to Old\\nStrawberry Bank in the tranquil sunset of\\ntheir careers. I may say, in passing, that\\nthese ancient mariners, after battling with\\nterrific hurricanes and typhoons on every\\nknown sea, not infrequently drowned them-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "108 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nselves in pleasant weather in small sail-boats\\non tlie Piscataqua River. Old sea-dogs who\\nhad commanded ships of four or five hun-\\ndred tons had naturally slight respect for\\nthe potentialities of sail-boats twelve feet\\nlong. But there was to be no further in-\\ncrease of these odd sticks if I may call\\nthem so, in no irreverent mood after those\\ninnocent-looking parallel bars indissolubly\\nlinked Portsmouth with the capital of the\\nCommonwealth of Massachusetts. All the\\nconditions were to be changed, the old angles\\nto be pared off, new horizons to be regarded.\\nThe individual, as an eccentric individual,\\nwas to undergo great modifications. If he\\nwere not to become extinct a thing little\\nlikely he was at least to lose his promi-\\nnence.\\nHowever, as I have said, local character,\\nin the sense in which the term is here used,\\nwas not instantly killed it died a lingering\\ndeath, and passed away so peacefully and\\nsilently as not to attract general, or perhaps\\nany, notice. This period of gradual dissolu-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 109\\ntion fell during my boyhood. The last of\\nthe cocked hats had gone out, and the rail-\\nway had come in, long before my time but\\ncertain bits of color, certain half obsolete\\ncustoms and scraps of the past, were still left\\nover. I was not too late, for example, to\\ncatch the last town crier one Nicholas\\nNewman, whom I used to contemplate with\\nawe, and now recall with a sort of affection.\\nNicholas Newman Nicholas was a so-\\nbriquet, his real name being Edward was\\na most estimable person, very short, cross-\\neyed, somewhat bow-legged, and with a bell\\nout of all proportion to his stature. I have\\nnever since seen a bell of that size discon-\\nnected with a church steeple. The only\\nthing about him that matched the instru-\\nment of his office was his voice. His Hear\\nAll still deafens memory s ear. I re-\\nmember that he had a queer way of sidling\\nup to one, as if nature in shaping him had\\noriginally intended a crab, but thought better\\nof it, and made a town-crier. Of the crus-\\ntacean intention only a moist thumb re-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "110 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nmained, which served Mr. Newman m good\\nstead m the delivery of the Boston evening\\npapers, for he was incidentally newsdealer.\\nHis authentic duties were to cry auctions,\\nfunerals, mislaid children, traveling theatri-\\ncals, public meetings, and articles lost or\\nfound. He was especially strong in announ-\\ncing the loss of reticules, usually the property\\nof elderly maiden ladies. The unction with\\nwhich he detailed the several contents, when\\nfully confided to him, would have seemed\\nsatirical in another person, but on his part\\nwas pure conscientiousness. He would not\\nlet so much as a thimble, or a piece of wax,\\nor a portable tooth, or any amiable vanity in\\nthe way of tonsorial device, escape him. I\\nhave heard Mr. Newman spoken of as that\\nhorrid man. He was a picturesque figure.\\nPossibly it is because of his bell that I\\nconnect the town crier with those dolorous\\nsounds which I used to hear rolling out of\\nthe steeple of the Old North every night at\\nnine o clock the vocal remains of the co-\\nlonial curfew. Nicholas Newman has passed", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 111\\non, perhaps crying his losses elsewhere, but\\nthis nightly tolling is still a custom. I can\\nmore satisfactorily explain why I associate\\nwith it a vastly different personality, that\\nof Sol Holmes, the barber, for every night\\nat nine o clock his little shop on Congress\\nStreet was in full blast. Many a time at\\nthat hour I have flattened my nose on his\\nwindow-glass. It was a gay little shop (he\\ncalled it an Emporiiun as barber shops\\ngenerally are, decorated with circus bills,\\ntinted prints, and gaudy fly-catchers of tissue\\nand gold paper. Sol Holmes whose ante-\\ncedents to us boys were wrapped in thrilling\\nmystery, we imagined him to have been a\\nprince in his native land was a colored\\nman, not too dark for human nature s daily\\nfood, and enjoyed marked distinction as\\none of the few exotics in town. At this\\njuncture the foreign element was at its min-\\nimum; every official, from selectman down\\nto the Dogberry of the watch, bore a name\\nthat had been familiar to the town for a\\nhundred years or so. The situation is", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "112 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\ngreatly changed. I expect to live to see a\\nChinese policeman, with a sandal-wood club\\nand a rice-paper pocket handkerchief, patrol-\\nling Congress Street.\\nHolmes was a handsome man, six feet or\\nmore in height, and as straight as a pine.\\nHe possessed his race s sweet temper, sim-\\nplicity, and vanity. His martial bearing\\nwas a positive factor in the effectiveness\\nof the Portsmouth Greys, whenever those\\nbloodless warriors paraded. As he brought\\nup the rear of the last platoon, with his in-\\nfantry cap stuck jauntily on the left side\\nof his head and a bright silver cup slung\\non a belt at his hip, he seemed to youthful\\neyes one of the most imposing things in the\\ndisplay. To himself he was pretty much\\nall the company. He used to say, with\\na droUness which did not strike me until\\nyears afterwards, Boys, I and Cap n Towle\\nis goin to trot out the Greys to-morroh.\\nThough strictly honest in all business deal-\\nings, his trojjical imagination, whenever he\\nstrayed into the fenceless fields of autobiog-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 113\\nraphy, left much to be desired in tlie way\\nof accuracy. Compared with Sol Holmes\\non such occasions, Ananias was a person of\\nmorbid integrity. Sol Holmes s tragic end\\nwas in singular contrast with his sunny\\ntemperament. One night, long ago, he\\nthrew himself from the deck of a Sound\\nsteamer, somewhere between Stonington and\\nNew York. What led or drove him to the\\nact never transpired.\\nThere are few men who were boys in Ports-\\nmouth at the period of which I write but\\nwill remember Wibird Penhallow and his\\nsky-blue wheelbarrow. I find it difficult to\\ndescribe him other than vaguely, possibly\\nbecause Wibird had no expression whatever\\nin his countenance. With his vacant white\\nface lifted to the clouds, seemingly oblivious\\nof everything, yet going with a sort of\\nheaven-given instinct straight to his destina-\\ntion, he trundled that rattling wheelbarrow\\nfor many a year over Portsmouth cobble-\\nstones. He was so unconscious of his envi-\\nronment that sometimes a small boy would", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "114 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\npop into the empty wheelbarrow and secure\\na ride without Wibird arriving at any very\\nclear knowledge of the fact. His employ-\\nment in life was to deliver groceries and\\nother merchandise to purchasers. This he\\ndid in a dreamy, impersonal kind of way.\\nIt was as if a spirit had somehow got hold\\nof an earthly wheelbarrow and was trun-\\ndling it quite unconsciously, with no sense\\nof responsibility. One day he appeared at\\na kitchen door with a two-gallon molasses\\njug, the top part of which was wanting. It\\nwas no longer a jug, but a tureen. When\\nthe recipient of the damaged article remon-\\nstrated with Goodness gracious, Wibird\\nyou have broken the jug, his features\\nlighted up, and he seemed immensely re-\\nlieved. I thought, he remarked, I heerd\\nsomethink crack\\nWibird Penhallow s heaviest patron was\\nthe keeper of a variety store, and the first\\nspecimen of a pessimist I ever encoun-\\ntered. He was an excellent specimen. He\\ntook exception to everything. He objected", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 115\\nto tlie telegraph, to the railway, to steam in\\nall its applications. Some of his argu-\\nments, I recollect, made a deep impression\\non my mind. Nowadays, he once ob-\\nserved to me, if your son or your grand-\\nfather drops dead at the other end of crea-\\ntion, you know of it in ten minutes. What s\\nthe use Unless you are anxious to know\\nhe s dead, you ve got just two or three\\nweeks more to be miserable in. He scorned\\nthe whole business, and was faithful to his\\nscorn. When he received a telegram, which\\nwas rarely, he made a point of keeping it\\nawhile unopened. Through the exercise of\\nthis whim he once missed an opportunity of\\nbuying certain goods to great advantage.\\nThere! he exclaimed, if the telegraph\\nhad n t been invented the idiot would have\\nwritten to me, and I d have sent a letter by\\nreturn coach, and got the goods before he\\nfound out prices had gone up in Chicago.\\nIf that boy brings me another of those tape-\\nworm telegraphs, I 11 throw an axe-handle at\\nhim. His pessimism extended up, or down,", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "116 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nto generally recognized canons of orthogra-\\nphy. They were all iniquitous. If k-n-i-f-e\\nspelled knife, then, he contended, k-n-i-f-e-s\\nwas the plural. Diverting tags, written\\nby his own hand in conformity with this\\ntheory, were always attached to articles in\\nhis shop window. He is long since cled,\\nas he himself would have put it, but his\\nphonetic theory appears to have survived\\nhim in crankish brains here and there. As\\nmy discouraging old friend was not exactly\\na public character, like the town crier or\\nWibird Penhallow, I have intentionally\\nthrown a veil over his identity. I have, so\\nto speak, dropped into his pouch a grain or\\ntwo of that magical fern-seed which was\\nsupposed by our English ancestors, in Eliza-\\nbeth s reign, to possess the quality of ren-\\ndering a man invisible.\\nAnother person who singularly interested\\nme at this epoch was a person with whom I\\nhad never exchanged a word, whose voice I\\nhad never heard, but whose face was as\\nfamiliar to me as every day could make it.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 117\\nFor each morning as I went to school, and\\neach afternoon as I returned, I saw this face\\npeering out of a window in the second story\\nof a shambling yellow house situated in\\nWashington Street, not far from the corner\\nof State. Whether some malign disease\\nhad fixed him to the chair he sat on, or\\nwhether he had lost the use of his legs, or,\\npossibly, had none (the upper part of him\\nwas that of a man in admirable health),\\npresented a problem which, with that curious\\ninsouciance of youth, I made no attempt to\\nsolve. It was an established fact, however,\\nthat he never went out of that house. I\\ncannot vouch so confidently for the cob-\\nwebby legend which wove itself about him.\\nIt was to this effect He had formerly been\\nthe master of a large merchantman running\\nbetween New York and Calcutta while\\nstill in his prime he had abruptly retired\\nfrom the quarter-deck, and seated himself at\\nthat window where the outlook must have\\nbeen the reverse of exhilarating, for not ten\\npersons passed in the course of the day, and", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "118 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nthe hurried jingle of the bells on Parry s\\nbakery-cart was the only sound that ever\\nshattered the silence. Whether it was an\\namatory or a financial disappointment that\\nturned him into a hermit was left to in-\\ngenious conjecture. But there he sat, year\\nin and year out, with his cheek so close to\\nthe window that the nearest pane became\\npermanently blurred with his breath; for\\nafter his demise the blurr remained.\\nIn this Arcadian era it was possible, in\\nprovincial places, for an undertaker to as-\\nsume the dimensions of a personage. There\\nwas a sexton in Portsmouth his name es-\\ncapes me, but his attributes do not whose\\nimpressiveness made him own brother to the\\nmassive architecture of the Stone Church.\\nOn every solemn occasion he was the strik-\\ning figure, even to the eclipsing of the in-\\nvoluntary object of the ceremony. His\\noccasions, happily, were not exclusively sol-\\nemn he added to his other public services\\nthat of furnishing ice-cream for evening\\nparties. I always thought perhaj)s it was", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 119\\nthe working of an unchastened imagination\\ntliat he managed to throw into his ice-\\ncreams a peculiar chill not attained by either\\nDunyon or Peduzzi arcades ambo the\\nrival confectioners.\\nPerhaps I should not say rival, for Mr.\\nDunyon kept a species of restaurant, while\\nMr, Peduzzi restricted himself to preparing\\nconfections to be discussed elsewhere than\\non his premises. Both gentlemen achieved\\ngreat popularity in their respective lines, but\\nneither offered to the juvenile population\\nquite the charm of those prim, white-capped\\nold ladies who presided over certain snuffy\\nlittle shops, occurring unexpectedly in silent\\nside-streets where the footfall of commerce\\nseemed an incongruous thing. These shops\\nwere never intended in nature. They had\\nan impromptu and abnormal air about them.\\nI do not recall one that was not located in a\\nprivate residence, and was not evidently the\\ndespairing expedient of some pathetic finan-\\ncial crisis, similar to that which overtook\\nMiss Hepzibah Pyncheon in The House of", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "120 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nthe Seven Gables. The horizontally divided\\nstreet door the upper section left open in\\nsummer ushered you, with a sudden jangle\\nof bell that turned your heart over, into a\\nstrictly private hall, haunted by the delayed\\naroma of thousands of family dinners.\\nThence, through another door, you passed\\ninto what had formerly been the front parlor,\\nbut was now a shop, with a narrow, brown,\\nwooden counter, and several rows of little\\ndrawers built up against the picture-papered\\nwall behind it. Through much use the paint\\non these drawers was worn off in circles\\nround the polished brass knobs. Here was\\nstored almost every small article required by\\nhumanity, from an inflamed emery cushion\\nto a peppermint Gibraltar the latter a kind\\nof adamantine confectionery which, when I\\nreflect upon it, raises in me the wonder that\\nany Portsmouth boy or girl ever reached the\\nage of fifteen with a single tooth left unbro-\\nken. The proprietors of these little knick-\\nknack establishments were the nicest crea-\\ntures, somehow suggesting venerable doves.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 121\\nThey were always aged ladies, sometimes\\nspinsters sometimes relicts of daring mari-\\nners, beached long before. They always\\nwore crisp muslin caps and steel-rimmed\\nspectacles they were not always amiable,\\nand no wonder, for even doves may have their\\nrheumatism but such as they were, they\\nwere cherished in young hearts, and are, I\\ntake it, impossible to-day.\\nWhen I look back to Portsmouth as I\\nknew it, it occurs to me that it must have\\nbeen in some respects unique among New\\nEngland towns. There were, for instance,\\nno really poor persons in the place; every\\none had some sufficient calling or an income\\nto render it unnecessary vagrants and pau-\\npers were instantly snapped up and provided\\nfor at the Farm. There was, however,\\nin a gambrel-roofed house here and there, a\\ndecayed old gentlewoman, occupying a scru-\\npulously neat room with just a suspicion of\\nmaccaboy snuff in the air, who had her\\nmeals sent in to her by the neighborhood\\nas a matter of course, and involving no sense", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "122 AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA\\nof dependency on her side. It is wonderful\\nwhat an extension of vitality is given to an\\nold gentlewoman in this condition\\nI would like to write about several of those\\nancient Dames, as they were affectionately\\ncalled, and to materialize others of the\\nshadows that stir in my recollection but\\nthis would be to go outside the lines of my\\npurpose, which is simply to indicate one of\\nthe various sorts of changes that have come\\nover the vie intime of formerly secluded\\nplaces like Portsmouth the obliteration\\nof odd personalities, or, if not the oblitera-\\ntion, the general disregard of them. Every-\\nwhere in New England the impress of the\\npast is fading out. The few old-fashioned\\nmen and women quaint, shrewd, and racy\\nof the soil who linger in little, silvery-gray\\nold homesteads strung along the New Eng-\\nland roads and by-ways will shortly cease to\\nexist as a class, save in the record of some\\nsuch charming chronicler as Sarah Jewett,\\nor Mary Wilkins, on whose sympathetic page\\nthey have already taken to themselves a re-", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "AN OLD TOWN BY THE SEA 123\\nmote air, an atmosphere of long-kept laven-\\nder and pennyroyal.\\nPeculiarity in any kind requires encourage-\\nment in order to reach flower. The increased\\nfacilities of communication between points\\nonce isolated, the interchange of customs\\nand modes of thought, make this encourage-\\nment more and more difficult each decade.\\nThe naturally inclined eccentric finds his\\nsharp outlines rubbed off by unavoidable\\nattrition with a larger world than owns him.\\nInsensibly he lends himself to the shaping\\nhand of new ideas. He gets his reversible\\ncuffs and paper collars from Cambridge,\\nMassachusetts, the scarabaeus in his scarf-\\npin from Mexico, and his ulster from every-\\nwhere. He has passed out of the chrysalis\\nstate of Odd Stick; he has ceased to be\\nparochial; he is no longer distinct; he is\\nsimply the Average Man.", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "INDEX OF NAMES\\nPAGE\\nAdams, Nathaniel 19, 75\\nAddison, Joseph 60\\nAllen, William 68\\nAnanias 113\\nAtkinson, Theodore 89, 103\\nAustin, Rebecca 75\\nBeaujolais, Due de 35\\nBlay, Ruth 73\\nBoGGS, Amos 92\\nBrewster, Charles Warren 32, 40, 51, 78, 82, 97\\nBridget, Molly 72\\nBrown, Bev. Arthur 52\\nBrown, Captain Elihu D 12\\nBruce, Cyrus 78\\nBurroughs, Bev. Dr. Charles 37\\nByles, Bev. Mather 102\\nCaroline, Queen 29\\nChadborn, Humphrey 7\\nCharles, Prince\\nChastellux, Marquis de 35\\nClagett, Wyseman 94\\nCopley, John Singleton 38\\nD Orleans, Due 36\\nDuNYON, William 119\\nElizabeth, Queen 63", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "126 INDEX OF NAMES\\nFenton, John 59\\nFowLB, Daniel 76\\nFowLE, Primus 77\\nFranklin, Benjamin 48\\nFuRBER, Thomas 77\\nGeorge 1 60\\nGerry, Elbridge 49\\nGorges, Sir Ferdinand 6\\nGuAST, Pierre de 4\\nHam, Supply 43\\nHancock, John 49\\nHawthorne, Nathaniel 11, 93\\nHilton, Martha 51\\nHolmes, Oliver Wendell 57\\nHolmes, Sol Ill\\nJaffrey, George 99\\nJaffries, George Jaffrey 101\\nJewett, Sarah Orne 122\\nKeais, Samuel 67\\nKekuanaoa 13\\nKenny, Penelope 73\\nKnox, General Henry 49\\nLafayette, Marquis de 49\\nLaighton, Albert 73\\nLaighton, Oscar 25\\nLangdon, Colonel John 34\\nLear, Benjamin 84\\nLongfellow, Henry Wadsworth .50, 107\\nMacpheadris, Archibald; 39\\nMcDoNOUGH, James 92\\nMason, Jeremiah 101\\nMason, John 6, 63", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "INDEX OF NAMES 127\\nMason, John Tufton 29\\nMarch, Clement ^2\\nMather, Rev. Cotton 69\\nMeserve, George 1^\\nMichelangelo\\nMitchel, Lettice 95\\nMoffatt, Catherine 87\\nMOLIBRE\\n96\\nMoNTPENSiER, Duc de ^5\\nMoses, Joseph 1^2\\nNewman, Edward 1^9\\nNoble, Mark\\nOdiorne, Eben L 32\\nPacker, ThoivIas 73\\nPeduzzi, Dominic 119\\nPenhallow, Wibird 113\\nPepperell, Sir William 26, 80\\nPepys, Samuel 35\\nPhilippe, Louis 50\\nPhippes, Thomas 67\\nPhipps, Governor 42\\nPickering, John 20, 65\\nPitt, William 48\\nPottle, William 48\\nPring, Martin 1\\nQuiNCY, Dorothy 57\\nROCHAMBEAU, Coutit de 35\\nRoussELET, Nicholas 87\\nRutledge, Edward 49\\nSerat, Leonard 86\\nSewell, Jonathan 74\\nShakespeare\\n84", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "128 INDEX OF NAMES\\nSheafe, Jacob 92\\nShekburne, Henry 30\\nShurtleff, Mary Atkinson 89\\nShurtleff, Bev. William 89\\nSimpson, Sarah 73\\nSmith, Captain John .3\\nSocrates 90\\nStayers, Dame 51\\nStayers, John 45, 75\\nStedman, Edmund Clarence 26\\nStoodley, James 28\\nThaxter, Celia 25\\nThoreau, Henry David 84\\nTiLTON, Johnny 97\\nTowLE, George William 112\\nWalton, George 69\\nWarner, Jonathan 40\\nWashington, George 34, 83\\nWebster, Daniel 97\\nWent WORTH, Benning 51\\nWentworth, John 39\\nWentworth, John 2d 58\\nWentworth, Co/oneZ Joshua 101\\nWentworth, Mary 39\\nWentworth, Michael 54\\nWentworth, Sarah 39\\nWestwere, Edward 65\\nWhitteer, John Greenleaf 15\\nWibird, Richard 9\\nWiLKiNS, Mary E 122\\nWinn, Timothy 86\\nWither, George 5\\nXantippe 90", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n014 065 127 8", "height": "3265", "width": "1990", "jp2-path": "oldtownbysea00aldr_0152.jp2"}}