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Annals and Reminiscences of Jamaica Plain

By Harriet Manning Whitcomb

Cambridge

1897



This sketch was prepared by request to be read before the Jamaica Plain
Ladies' Tuesday Club. Subsequently a desire was expressed to have it put
in a more permanent form and offered for sale at a Fair for the Jamaica
Plain Indian Association. Although personally reluctant to appear before
the public in this way, I have allowed my desire to aid a good cause and
give pleasure to my friends who have kindly received my paper to
influence me in its publication.

I am indebted to "The Memorial History of Boston" to Drake's "Town of
Roxbury," to Dr. Thomas Gray's "Half-Century Sermon," and to the memory
of a few of the older residents for some dates and incidents given.

If any of these should prove to be inaccurate, I must rely upon the
charity and courtesy of my readers for only indulgent criticism.H.M.W.

ANNALS AND REMINISCENCES OF JAMAICA PLAINTo collect and review the
circumstances and events which have made our homes and those of our
ancestors for many generations is more than a pleasant service. We find
an interest and fascination in every step of the way, leading us, as it
does, into one of the most delightful portions of our country, and
introducing us to not a few of the most refined and cultivated, as well
as distinguished people of New England.

There is ever a charm about old-fashioned people and places, as about old
books and pictures, antique furniture and china; they affect us by the
very contrast they afford with ourselves and our surroundings, even
though it is with a touch of pathos and sadness.

Long years ago a much-traveled man, who knew the country well, said,
"Jamaica Plain is the Eden of America." He was not a Bostonian, and our
village was still a part of Roxbury, so that the suggestion of conceit
and boasting over this small portion of "the Hub" could not be imputed to
him.

It has often seemed to us that the loving, favoring smile of heaven
rested peculiarly upon our plain, environed as it is by gently rising
hills, which, with their robes of verdure and noble trees, shelter it
from harsh winds, and hold it in the warmth and freedom of a pure
health-giving atmosphere. Our charming lake, covering more than
sixty-five acres, nestles like a gem in its western borders, mirroring
forms and colors, all of beauty, and holds upon its banks some of the
most delightful of our homes.

In early days it gave of its clear, soft waters for the needs of the
neighboring city;  while through the eastern portion of our village the
quiet Stony River made glad the farms and yielded power for mill and
factory.

We find that the name originally given to out village was Pond Plain, but
as early as 1667, it is referred to in an official paper as the "Jamaica
End of the Town of Roxbury."

There are differing opinions as to the origin of the present name; some
have so far reflected upon our colonial ancestors as to intimate that a
decided fondness for Jamaica rum suggested it, and it is doubtless true
that the punch bowl had other uses than to be simply ornamental on the
sideboards of our grandsires. Others, however, believe that it was given
to commemorate Cromwell's acquisition of the island of Jamaica, in 1670,
which secured to Boston numerous very valuable products. There seems, to
us, to be a peculiar appropriateness to the name, as it signified in
Indian "Isle of Springs," because if the brooks and springs which abound
here, making the land verdant and fertile. If we cannot to-day boast of
grand and stately castles, reared in the olden time, as in the mother
country, with guarding moats and bastions, loopholes for crossbows and
guns, -- silent testimonials of opulence and power, -- we yet can bring
to view pictures of many a dwelling, gray and brown with weather stains
and lichens and folds of ivy, which have held within their walls of oak
and cedar people and events whose records thrill our hearts with
patriotic pride or affectionate reverence.

In early times our village was chiefly an agricultural community, and the
cultivation of fruits and vegetables for the city supply was the
specialty; but here and there were elegant countryseats occupied by
government officials, professional and literary men, and city merchants.
Some of these homes and people we hope to see, by favoring records and
memory's aid, this afternoon.

Until within a short time, near the Boylston Station, stood a very
ancient building, with a pitched roof in the rear sloping nearly to the
ground, known as the "Curtis Homestead." It is claimed that this was one
of the oldest houses in our country, and that, in 1639,  William Curtis
made a clearing in the forest for it, using timbers in its construction
from his felled trees. The record is that William Curtis marries Sarah
Eliot, sister of Rev. John Eliot, in Nazing, England, in 1618, and that,
in 1632, they came with their four children to Boston, and it is believed
that most of those who bear the name of Curtis in our country are direct
descendants of this William and Sarah. For about two hundred and fifty
years this house was the home of the Curtises, the last occupants being
the widow and children of Isaac, seventh in descent from William.

During the siege of Boston, troops were quartered here and added their
record of strife and suffering to that of domestic peace and happiness,
in which the "Apostle Eliot" and his estimable wife often shared; and
possibly Winthrop, Pynchon, and the Dudleys, and others whose names stand
as pioneers of religious liberty in New England.

Emerson aptly said, "There has never been a clearing made in a forest,
that did not let in the light on heroes and heroines."

A few years since, the march of improvement, so called, obliterated this
genuine relic of colonial days, with the fine old elm, which for more
that a century had shaded it and wafted kindly breezes over it.

Although we have no knowledge that the Apostle Eliot ever lived in the
"Jamaica End of Roxbury," he is closely identified with our early history
and development, and deserves more than a passing notice. In 1689 he gave
some seventy-five acres of land, including the tract lying from Orchard
to Thomas, and from Centre to Pond streets, "the income from which was to
be used for the support of a school and a schoolmaster." The street,
hall, and schoolhouse, which bear his name, commemorate his generous
gift. This noble man stands out in those early days as a beacon of
godliness, for education, and for trust in philanthropy. Perhaps, in no
sphere of his remarkable life does he more command our admiration and
reverence that as the friend of the Indian and the Negro. His untiring
zeal and self-denying labors on their behalf entitle him to be called
"the Apostle."

In a letter to a friend in 1659, he writes: "Pity for the poor Indian,
and desire to make the name of Christ chief in these dark ends of the
earth, and not the rewards of men, were the very first and chief movers
in my heart." Nor can we question that these were the all controlling
motives, when we consider that after acquiring their language, by the aid
of a young Pequot, he translated the entire Bible into their tongue,
besides a Psalter, primers, grammars, a and other useful books; and all
this in addition to faithfully fulfilling the duties of minister of the
First Church in Roxbury for fifty-eight years, a record of devotion,
diligence, and scholarship almost unequaled.

One has beautifully summed up his life in these words:  "His missionary
zeal was not less that Saint Paul's, his charity was as sweet as that of
Saint Francis d'Assisi, and his whole life a testimony that the call to
saintliness has not ceased and the possibility of it has not died out."
Eliot lived to see the fruits of his devoted work in the changed
character and life of many Indians. More than two centuries have elapsed
since this leader on the Indian cause went to his reward, but his mantle
rests to-day on some here who deeply feel the need and love that work in
behalf of the poor Indian.

In 1663 our Centre Street was laid out and called the Dedham road or
highway, being a direct route from Boston, by way of "the Neck" and
Roxbury Street, to Dedham. At that time and for more than one hundred and
fifty years after traveling was by horseback, by private carriage, and by
the stagecoach. Those who were unable to own horses or pay stage fares
walked to and from Boston, often heavily laden.

The accommodation stages would stop for passengers along the route,
blowing a horn as they approached the dwelling, wherever a signal had
been placed for them. The express stages, used chiefly by business men,
running from Providence and the New York boat, took no heavy baggage,
required double pay, and made stops only as they needed relays of horses.
Four such changes were made from Providence to Boston, and the journey
was completed in about four hours. In 1826 the first Jamaica Plain
hourlies   began to run; the fare was twenty-five cents. They started
from Mr. Joshua Seaver's store, and would call for passengers in any part
of the village as requested in the order-box.

Mr. Seaver's store, established in 1796, stood on slightly elevated
ground farther back from the street than the one now occupied by his
grandsons, and connected with his dwelling.

Here, also, was the village post-office for many years, and the favorite
meeting-place of the townspeople to discuss local interests, indulge in
pleasantries, as well as exchange their coins for fine groceries, small
wares, and farming utensils. Our grandparents of that day folded their
quarto sheets, sealed, stamped, and addressed them, and paid twelve and
one-half cents for the privilege of sending then on their mission.  The
advent of the two-cent postage stand and the one-cent card was not then
dreamed of.

Entering Centre Street at the Railroad bridge, frequently confounded with
the historic Hog's Bridge, which formerly spanned Stony Brook near Heath
Street, we see on the right all that remains of the once extensive and
very beautiful estate of the Lowells, a family among the most honored in
our State for character, learning, and culture. The original house, built
of stone in the latter part of the last century, was modeled from an old
castle in Europe, and became the property of Judge John Lowell in 1785,
who resided here until his death in 1802. He was President of the
Massachusetts Society for Promoting Agriculture, and his extensive
grounds were largely devoted to the cultivation of a variety of the
finest fruits and plants. His son, Hon. John Lowell, inherited this
estate and the talent and fondness for horticulture and agriculture, and
added several fine glass houses, which he filled with rare and beautiful
plants, many of them imported from Europe and other foreign lands. He
erected the present commodious mansion. The aged lady who occupied the
house until recently was a sister of Dr. Charles Lowell, once minister of
the West Church, Boston, and father of Hon. James Russell Lowell. The
Lowell Institute for free lectures on scientific, literary, and religious
theses was founded by John Lowell, Jr.

In 1834, the Boston and Providence Railroad cut through this estate, and
from time to time other innovations have despoiled it of its grandeur and
beauty.

We pass several ancient houses, with associations doubtless dear to the
descendants of their first owners, but unknown to use, and come to Hyde's
Square, and the intersection of Centre, Perkins, and Day streets. The
triangle in the center, bordered with shade trees, had a valuable
landmark on it, not a dwelling, but an old pump, which, if it could voice
its memories, would tell is interesting tales of weary, dusty travelers,
in vehicles, on horseback, and on foot, of state-coach horses, and those
heavy-laden teams from far away, to which it had given its cooling,
refreshing waters, through nearly every day and hour of bygone years.

And now, after a few rods, we come to the well-preserved old farmhouse,
the Joseph Curtis homestead, built in 1722 by Samuel Curtis, grandson of
the first William, for his son Joseph. A descendant with the same name,
and fifth in line from William, now resides here, while the broad acres
adjoining, bordering the street with graceful elms, smile with the fruits
of careful husbandry, and afford ample space for the beautiful homes of
four generations of the same family. During the war of the Revolution
troops, from Rhode Island, under General Greene, used this house for
barracks, the family willingly giving up its space and comforts for their
accommodation.

On the corner of Centre and Boylston streets one is attracted by a quaint
and picturesque dwelling, in style and setting one is the most
interesting of the older houses in our town, which tells the story of its
age on one of its chimneys, 1738 being the date. It was erected by
Captain Benjamin Hallowell, who married a Miss Boylston, of Boston, whose
family was prominent in its early history. He was a hot-headed, active
loyalist, and commissioner of His Majesty's customs, as well as mandamus
councilor, which facts made him obnoxious to the public, and in 1775,
during the siege of Boston, he found it wise hastily to vacate his house
and seek refuge in the city. The house was then appropriated by the
patriotic troops doe a hospital, and some of the soldiers who died were
buried in the lot in the rear of the house. Later the property was
confiscated by the State, and, in 1791, bought by Dr. Leprilete, who
resided here until his death. He also was buried in the garden, and a
memorial tablet marked the grave until the remains were removed to a
cemetery. Upon the death of Captain Hallowell in England, his widow
reclaimed the estate. His son, Nicholas Ward, then took his mother's name
of Boylston and inherited the property. Mr. Boylston was a gentleman of
true culture, education, and philanthropy, making valuable donations to
Harvard College, and to several schools. He is justly honored by having
his name perpetuated not only by our street and district, but by a bank,
market, school and street in the city proper. Dr. Benjamin F. Wing
purchased this property in 1845, and it has remained in his family to the
present time.

In 1797, just one hundred years ago, was erected the stately brick
mansion which, with the ample grounds extending to the pond, was called
"Lakeville." Mr. Du Ballet first resided here; later it was the home of
Horatio Greenough, the sculptor, and it is said that he carved his
celebrated group, "The Chanting Cherubs," while living here. In 1840
Lakeville Place was opened, dividing this estate, and later made
beautiful by the several residences upon it. Since 1842, the Lakeville
Mansion has been the home of Mr. Thomas Seaverns and Family. The
inception of the Episcopal Church in our village was largely due to Mr.
Charles Beaumont, father of Mr. Frank Beaumont, who resided in the
Lakeville mansion in 1833. The first services were held here, and later
in the Village Hall on Thomas Street, Rev. Mr. Howe of St. James Church,
Roxbury, officiating. In 1840 a lot of land was purchased of Mr. Charles
Beaumont on the site of the present St. John Street, and a chapel built
which was consecrated on 1841 by Bishop Griswold. The rectory was
completed in 1849, and "was paid for, in large part, with money raised by
the exertion of the Ladies' League." Many of us remember the attractive
avenue, bordered with greensward and graceful elms, which led to the
little brown church and rectory, the retirement of its situation seeming
to be suited to its purpose of worship and quietness. The membership was
very small at first, but in a few years it became the church home of some
of the most influential people on our town. Rev. E.F. Slafter was the
first regularly settled rector, assuming his duties September 1846. The
beautiful stone edifice erected upon land bequeathed by General William
H. Sumner, son of Governor Increase Sumner, was ready for the enlarged
church congregation in 1882.

General Sumner's old residence on the hill near the present church is
beautiful in situation, and still very attractive.

Near the north corner of Pond Lane was built in 1732, a plain,
comfortable house by Benjamin May, great grandson of Captain John May,
one of the earliest settlers of our village. Captain John Parker married
the daughter of Benjamin May, and afterwards resided here for many years
which accounts for its still holding the name of the "Old Parker house."
Here were the high-decorated wooden mantels over large chimney-places,
the paneled wainscoting and ornamental cornices, which adorned many of
the better houses of that period. The grounds were ample, extending to
the pond and covered with a variety of fine fruit and shade trees. Now
crowded by modern buildings into the background, deprived of its garden
gray with weather stains, this old house shows few signs of its
birthright. About the middle of this century the small cottage still
standing on the lot adjoining the Parker house was the quiet home of two
much esteemed old ladies, Mrs. Shepard and her daughter Abby. Miss
Abigail P. Shepard died October 4, 1878 at 82 years of age. The mother
was then totally blind, but possessed the sweet contentment which not
even so great a deprivation and trial could affect. Miss Abby devoted the
little front room to a store for small wares, school children's utensils,
and candies and it was the delight of the girls and boys to leave their
coppers there in exchange for her good things.

Some of you may recall an episode connected with this home which might
have had a tragic ending. Because of the unprotected condition, and the
drawer in which the small receipts from the store were kept and unworthy
young man, belonging to our village, planned a midnight entrance. Miss
Abby heard the window raised, and, in her night robe and cap, faced the
intruder, just as he entered the room. She dragged the surprised and
struggling man into the front room, and held him fast, meanwhile calling
loudly for help. The aged mother secured a window stick and dealt
unerring blows upon the youth. After a desperate struggle, he escaped
carrying a window frame and many bruises with him, but no money. The
neighbors were aroused by Miss Shepard's cried and came to her relief.

We may safely say that not since the days of the Revolution had the
midnight silence and peace of the village been disturbed by so exciting
an experience. The friends of Miss Shepard presented her with a large,
illustrated Bible in appreciation of her courage and bravery.

On the west corner of Pond and Centre streets stands a large mansion
house of colonial style, with an air of quiet dignity, in the midst of
attractive grounds. In the early days it was called "Linden Hall,"
doubtless because of the magnificent linden-trees which lined the walk to
the entrance and shaded the grounds. John Gould erected it in 1755 for
his son-in-law Rev. John Troutbeck, assistant rector of King's Chapel,
where he officiated for twenty years.

He was an ardent loyalist and returned to England in 1776. As an example
of the change in public sentiment with the lapse of time, we learn that
this noted clergyman was a distiller as well, of whom a witty rhymster
wrote:--

"His Sunday aim is to reclaim
Those that in vice are sunk.
When Monday's come he selleth rum,
And gets them plaguey drunk."

This fine estate, extending then in the rear to the pond, was later owned
by Mr. Charles W. Greene a descendant of General Nathaniel Greene, of
revolutionary war fame. He enlarged the house and large wings, and
established a successful boarding and day school for lads fitting many of
them for college. Possibly some here may recall that in the school
building and the grounds the first Papanti taught some of the parents of
the rising generation to dance.

Among the men, since famous, who graduated from this school, are John
Lathrop Motley, the historian, and George William Curtis, the elegant
writer and able editor. The scenes and characters in Mr. Curtis's novel
"Trumps" were drawn from our village. Dr. Randall, of Roxbury, but
recently deceased, who bequeathed $70,000 to Harvard University, was
early a student at the school, and also the two brothers of Margaret
fuller, one of whom was afterwards a clergyman and a chaplain in the
Union Army. Mrs. Greene is referred to in an interesting article recently
written by a graduate of the school, as one "for whom no need of praise
could scarcely be excessive, as she was in sober truth a mother to every
lad committed to her care."

This property was next purchased by the brothers John and George
Williams, who resided there for several years.

On the opposite side of Centre Street, near Green Street, can to-day be
seen a two-story cottage, with pointed roofs and dormer windows which in
our day has been known as the Calvin Young house. This building with its
fresh paint and modern style can yet trace its history through a century
and a half of years. It was originally owned by Eleazer May who sold it
in 1740 to Benjamin Faneuil, nephew of Peter Faneuil, and in 1760 it
became the property of his brother-in-law Benjamin Pemberton.

We may readily believe that Peter Faneuil -- the Huguenot who in 1740
erected and gave to the town of Boston the noted hall which bears his
name -- often shared in the comforts and joys of this home of his niece,
Mrs. Susanna Pemberton. About the year 1802, this estate was purchased by
Dr. John C. Warren, son of Dr. John Warren, and nephew of General Joseph
Warren, hero of Bunker Hill, for a summer residence. He was one of the
most distinguished surgeons of our country, and for many years professor
of anatomy and surgery at the Harvard Medical School. His name was
honored in the recent ether celebration, he having performed the first
surgical operation under ether in 1846, and to his sanction it owed its
introduction throughout America and Europe.

The dwelling was at that time constructed after the West Indian style,
with one and a half front and two in the rear. An immense chimney
buttressed the north side; a hall extended that the center of the house,
with doors opening on to piazzas at both ends; the windows in the front
rooms extended to the floor, all conducing to make it an ideal summer
home. The elm, linden, and horse-chestnut trees near the house were
remarkable for size and symmetry.

Dr. Warren beautified the grounds with rare plants and shrubs imported
from Europe; the extended over many acres, including the present Hill,
Parley Vale, Burrage, and Harris estates, and to the line of the
Providence Railroad. Captain Charles Hill purchased a portion of this
estate about the year 1830, and Mr. Calvin Young the residence in 1837,
with the radical alterations in the house, which are apparent to-day,
were made.

About the year 1828, the Warren estate became the property of Samuel G.
Goodrich, author of many histories, books of travel, school and story
books, the kindly, well-loved Peter Parley of our childhood. What a
delight it would be to welcome one more the monthly visit of "Merry
Museum and Parley's Magazine," to read the charming letters to "Billy
Bump," and the adventures of Gilbert Go Ahead, and puzzle out the
charades and enigmas which tested out youthful wits! It was Mr. Goodrich
who cut the fine avenue through the ledges and woodland, and erected the
ample mansion in the grove, which later, because of financial
embarrassment, he transferred to Colonel Fessenden, and ultimately became
the property of Mr. Abram French. Then it was that Mr. Goodrich enlarged
and improved the building which had been his gardener's cottage, among
the quaint and unique house now owned by Mr. George Harris. here he
resided for several years, accomplishing a large amount of literary work,
which repaired his fortune, so that on his return form Paris, where he
was United States Ambassador, under President Fillmore, he purchased a
country-seat in Jube's Lane, now Forest Hills Street. Mr. Goodrich was in
Paris at the time of the abdication of Louis Philippe, was an intimate
friend of M. Lamartine, and was of great service through his wise
diplomacy. Many of his works were afterwards translated into French by M.
de Boisson. While a resident here he was interested in local affairs, and
was genial in his relations with every one. It is related that on an
occasion of a Fourth of July celebration, he gave an after dinner toast,
"To the ladies of Jamaica Plain, not so very plain either!" Here we are
tempted to linger for a little longer. We may not be permitted to enter
within the precincts of many of the old homes on our town, to view the
veritable memorials and relics of early days, but such has been the
privilege of some of us in connection with the Harris home. Through many
generations of education and culture, treasures in books and music and
pictures, in furniture, plate, and china, have been collected and
preserved, until the home has become verily a museum of rare and
beautiful works, whose possessor is eminently suited to these delightful
surroundings.

Nor can we fail to offer and appreciative and loving tribute to the two
sisters who have long been among our most learned and accomplished women,
and have exemplified through their long lives the quiet beauty and
loveliness of true charity. The beautiful hill with the adjacent vale on
occupied by the estates of Mrs. Hook, Mrs. Pratt, and Mr. and Mrs.
Charles F. Sprague, was in the early days the Harris homestead. Here Dr.
Luther M. Harris, the father, was born. Some of us remember his as the
valued family physician, who, when burdened with the infirmities of age,
gave up his practice to Dr. George Faulkner.

One of the most interesting and attractive of the ancestral homes still
standing, in this vicinity, is the Greenough mansion, finely situated on
the curve of Centre and South streets. It has an air of dignity and
spaciousness which many a more portentous modern countryseat fail to
match. Although it has been home to five generations of the Greenough
family, -- since about the year 1780, -- its history antedates their
ownership by many years. This estate was originally of royal dimensions,
covering about one hundred acres, and belonged to John Polley. In 1752,
it was purchased by Commodore Joshua Loring, one of the Tory gentry, who
a few years later built the present house (1758), the frame having been
brought from England. Commodore Loring was a native of Roxbury and did
gallant service in the British navy, in the campaigns against Canada. He
was severely wounded at the siege of Quebec while in command on Lake
Ontario, and was retired on half pay when he came to live here. Although
probably at heart in sympathy with those who resisted the injustice of
the English government, for personal reasons he adhered to the royal
cause, and, on the morning of the battle of Lexington, he left his home
and everything belonging to it, and mounting his horse, "with pistol in
hand, rode at full speed to Boston." He never returned, but sailing to
England soon after settled in Highgate. During the siege of Boston this
house was the headquarters of General Greene, and has the honor of having
been visited by General George Washington. Colonel David Henley, who had
charge of Burgoyne's captive army while at Cambridge, also occupied this
house at one time. For a while, it was converted into a hospital fore the
Roxbury Camp, and some fifty of the soldiers who died here were buried on
the grounds, near where the Hillside schoolhouse now stands. The remains
have since been removed to the old burial ground on Walter Street. This
property also was confiscated, by order of the General Court of April 30,
1779, and was then purchased by Colonel Isaac Sears, a successful Boston
merchant, who had been one of the most active and zealous of the Sons of
Liberty, and a member of the Provincial Congress. Soon after ( in 1784)
it became to property of the first David Stoddard Greenough, son of
Thomas Greenough, who had been a member of the Committee of
Correspondence in the Revolution.

It was in 1769 that the first church in our village was built, upon land
given by Eliot, -- on the site of the present stone edifice, -- and names
the Third Parish, from its relation to the First Parish on Dudley Street
and the Second or Upper Parish on Walter Street. And it was to Mrs.
Susanna, wife of Benjamin Pemberton, that it owed its origin. The
distance from the other churches, and consequent inconvenience of regular
attendance, led her to desire a nearer church home. She proposed to her
husband, who possessed large means and had no children or near relations,
that they should erect a house of worship, principally at their own
expense. He heartily engaged on the project, "and in the course of a year
the house was completed, with thirty-four square pews, and three long
seats for the poor on each side the broad aisle nest the pulpit on the
ground floor. There were five narrow long pews [for the colored people,
several of them slaves] in the front gallery against the wall, and long
seats for the singers below."

The Rev. William Gordon, a Scotchman by birth, entered upon his duties as
first pastor, July 6, 1772. A few months later Mr. Pemberton conveyed to
the parish the house which had been removed from Commodore Loring's
estate to the site now occupied by Mrs. Dr. weld's house, next to the
church for a parsonage. It was occupied by Mr. Gordon during the
remainder of his pastorate, and by Dr. Thomas Gray, the second pastor,
for sixty years.  In 1851 the old house was moved to South Street, and
later to Keyes Street, where it still stands. On account of a
disagreement with Dr. Gordon, Mr. Pemberton altered his will, in which he
had first bequeathed all of his property to this parish "for the support
of his future pastors," and left it "in trust for the benefit of the poor
of the town of Boston;" and the income of the fund is still used for this
specific purpose. Pemberton Square, once lined with many of the fine
residences in Boston, and now the site of our new court-house, honors his
name.

The first bell on the old church was presented by Governor John Hancock,
in 1783, then a resident here, and bore the inscription, "Thomas Lester,
of London, made me, 1742." We can readily appreciate the happiness of the
people when first called to their house of worship by the voice of this
bell, and can weave threads of joy and of sadness around its echoes, In
1852 this old church was dismantled of its spire and removed to the site
of the present Eliot Hall. It was subsequently destroyed by fire. While
the stone edifice was being erected the congregation occupied the Baptist
Church one half of the Sabbath.

We find Dr. William Gordon a very interesting character of the strict
Puritan type. In a word-picture drawn by a friend, we see him
commissioned by Congress to secure Governor Hutchinson's Letter-books,
"as he ambled on his gentle bay horse, in his short breeches and buckled
shoes, his reverend wig and three-cornered hat, worthy the spirit of a
native-born patriot." It may not be amiss to add that will all Dr.
Gordon's admirable characteristics, his faithful work as a minister, his
active interest in the cause of American liberty, his unwavering
adherence to his convictions as an opponent to the slave trade, and a
champion of the Negro, he frequently lacked prudence and good judgment in
speech and action. It was because of his severe and public criticism of
John Hancock that the governor gave up his summer residence here; it was
because of his attack upon the proposed Constitution of Massachusetts, in
1778, that he was summarily dismissed from his office if chaplain in both
houses of the Legislature. There is a tradition that the Doctor was
somewhat strict and severe in his requirements of the young catechists,
and on occasions he resorted to the birch to enforce his teachings.
"After punishing several of them one winter day, his feet slipped as he
stepped from the icy threshold of the school, and he fell at full length,
his hat and wig rolling off his head. There-upon the boys shouted in high
glee, and gave three cheers." The rod gave place to persuasion after that
experience.

The little cemetery in the rear of the church was consecrated in 1785. A
quiet walk through this "garden of the dead" is full of interest,
awakening memories as association of the past. There are twenty-four
tombs and many graves upon whose ancient, moss-covered headstones we
trace familiar names and some unusual epitaphs. The tombs of Dr. Thomas
Gray and the Greenough family, side by side, are particularly noticeable,
as, unlike the others, they have a large bull's-eye of ground glass
inserted in the doors, evidently to admit light into "the chamber of
death." Very few interments gave been made there since the consecration
of Forest Hills Cemetery in 1848. Upon the small triangular lot at the
junction of Centre and South streets the first schoolhouse in our village
was erected in 1676. The land was the gift of John Ruggles, and John
Eliot and Hugh Thomas were the principal benefactors of the school. In
the early days this spot was the municipal center of our town; and here,
in 1871, was dedicated our beautiful Soldiers' Monument, in affectionate,
grateful remembrance of our heroic dead, who gave their lives in the
service of their country during the Rebellion (1861-65). Eliot Street was
opened to Pond Street in 1800, and at the corner still stands an old
milestone, inscribed: "Five miles to Boston Town House, 1735. P. Dudley."

The Eliot School was incorporated in 1804, and later, January 17,1832,
the brick building was dedicated which now stands on Eliot Street in the
center of ample grounds.

Within a few months we have witnesses with feelings of regretful interest
the decay and removal of the old house known to us as the Nathaniel
Curtis homestead. This estate once belonged to Dr. Lemuel Hayward, a
physician of high repute, and one of the first to practice inoculation
for small-pox in this vicinity. He practiced medicine here for several
years. About the year 1780, John Hancock, after he resigned the
presidency of Congress, purchased this place of Dr. Hayward for his
summer residence. He paid for it seven or eight shares in Long Wharf
property, amounting them in all to about $400, but at the time of Dr.
Hayward's decease, in 1821, valued at $100,000, -- a striking evidence of
growth and financial prosperity in less then fifty years. We learn that
the house was, like many of that period, one story and a half in height,
covering much space on the ground, and shaded by fine linden-trees. We
love to tarry here and do grateful honor to this first governor of our
new State, who, during our country's struggles for freedom, was one of
the most fearless opposers of British tyranny, one of the most active
patriots, and the first signer of the declaration of Independence. He was
of fine, dignified presence, six feet in height, with a very handsome
face and gracious manners. In public speaking he was eloquent, graceful
and accomplished, and plainly formed by nature to act a brilliant part in
the affairs of his time. According to the customs of that period with men
of fortune, his apparel was very elaborate and costly, of velvet and
satin, embroidered with gold and silver lace. "His equipage was splendid,
and public occasions he rode with six beautiful bay horses and attended
by servants in livery." Mach of his large fortune was spent for
benevolent and useful purposes, Harvard College coming in for a share. In
the year 1800, Thomas Hancock, nephew of the Governor, built the house
which has recently been destroyed, and resided here until 1819, when the
estate was purchased by Mr. Nathaniel Curtis, fifth in descent from the
first William Curtis. He was a merchant of Boston, highly esteemed, and
filled various positions of trust on our town. He resided here during the
remainder if his life, a period of thirty-eight years, and died in 1857.
He married for his second wife the widow Leeds, who at the time was
living in the old Stephen Brewer house, still standing at the end of
Thomas Street, and which was afterwards for several years the home of Mr.
William D. Ticknor, of the publishing house of Ticknor & Fields. Mrs.
Curtis lived in the old house for many years after he husband's death,
until we missed the gentle, sweet face, and the kindly, cordial greetings
-- and the home was desolate.

More that two hundred and fifty years have passed since the first John
May, master of a vessel, came from Mayfield, in Sussex, England, and
became a resident of Jamaica Plain, and the ancestor of the many who bear
the name of May in this country. In 1650 the old house on May's Lane was
built by Mr. Bridge, and since 1771 it has been owned and occupied by the
direct descendents of John May. It has always been a typical New England
fruit farm, noted for the fine quality of its cherries, peaches, pears,
apples, and berries of various kinds. In the early days it covered many
acres, including the beautiful hill now occupied by the fine estates of
the Bowditch family and others, and the lowlands, extending north and
east to Pond and Eliot streets. During the siege of Boston, the house was
given up to soldiers for barracks. Captain Lemuel May was one of the
minute-men who responded to the reveille at the break of day on the 19th
of April, 1775, and fought valiantly for his country at Lexington and
concord. This house, of the seventeenth-century pattern, has maintained
its original features until very recently, carefully preserved from any
sign of neglect or decay. Possibly a hasty view of the interior of tee
old homestead will interest us. Entering by the front porch, we find the
small, square entry open through narrow doorways into low studded,
irregular shaped rooms, with overhead and corner beams and wainscoted
sides, triangular cupboards and dressers and convenient little shelves.
There are high wooden mantels adorned with specimens of antique china and
brasses over the large bricked fireplaces. In one room an iron crane with
kettles suspended on chains, swings over the fire-dogs piled with logs,
and on both sides hang quaint domestic utensils. The narrow stairway,
from he little entry, had a halfway landing to economize space, and leads
to cozy apartments above, all interesting for their antique furniture and
family relics.

[interior fireplace of May house]

And now a glance at the old square barn east of the house and more
pretentious in size than the dwelling, with wide doors opening at both
ends, and lofts stacked with fragrant hay. This is the comfortable home
of faithful horses and gentle kine, who looked from their stalls and
stanchions on the youths and maidens who often made the walls resound
with their merriment and they were borne quickly past in the old swing
hanging from the creaking rafters.

The well-curb, with its long sweep and old oaken bucket, brings memories,
to some of us, of refreshing droughts of pure water, and of delicious
cream and butter rolls, which the moss-covered stone shelves far down the
well held securely from possible taint. Back of the house ran the
babbling brook and emptied into "the ditch," which was often broad and
deep enough to merit a more comely name, and was the favorite resort of
the young in winter for skating and sledding. But this ancestral home,
with all its charms, had passed from view, like man others, leaving but
cherished memories.

Captain Charles Brewer, whose fine estate on Pond Street was originally a
part of the May form, was a lineal descendant of Captain John May, on his
mother's side. He was born in Boston in 1804, and received his education
there, but early developed baa fondness for the sea, and for several
years was a successful ship-master in the Pacific and East India trade.
In 1836 he established a shipping business in Honolulu, and in 1846
returned with his family to this country, and became a resident of
Jamaica Plain.  Soon after he erected the commodious mansion in the midst
of highly cultivated grounds, which was his home during the remainder of
his life.

Mr. Edward Bridge was one of the earliest settlers of the town, and it is
believed that he built the house, which has recently been taken down by
the Park Commission, near the corner of Centre and May Streets. The date
1710 was found cut into one of the old timbers, which is still preserved.

Mr. Abijah Seaverns, grandfather of our townsman, resided here with his
family for many years. The original Seaverns homestead, owned by Mr. Joel
Seaverns, the ancestor of the family, was upon a farm of some fifty-five
acres, now included in Forest Hills cemetery. In this old house, during
the later years of Mrs. Abijah Seaverns' life, a small band of the
Baptist faith met frequently for religious meetings, and in 1840 took
steps to form a church. Soon after they began to worship in the Village
Hall, and in 1842 the public services of their recognition were held in
the Unitarian Church, in which Rev. Mr. Gray then ministered. On October
4, 1843, the new house of worship was dedicated, and on the same day Dr.
John O. Choules, an Englishman, was installed as pastor. The little
church stood on elevated ground on the east side of Centre Street near
Star Lane. On September 26, 1856, the church was destroyed by fire, with
its furniture, library, and records. For two years the congregation used
the Unitarian house of worship one half of the Sabbath, and the Mather
(now Central) Church for evening meetings, accepting the very king
invitations which came from both societies while the fire was still
burning. In August 1859, the present house of worship on the corner of
Centre and Myrtle streets was dedicated.

Following May Street to Pond Street, we come to the beautiful estate now
owned by Mr. Edward Rice, and formerly by Mr. John J. Low, and here ready
fancy rears again the vanished walls of a stately mansion, three stories
in height, first occupied by another of the Tory gentry, Sir Francis
Barnard, the royal governor of Massachusetts from 1760 to 1769, -- the
period of our greatest historic interest. The beautiful sloping lawn,
shaded with lofty English elms, gave a charming setting to the house,
while broad acres highly cultivated, filled with choice fruit trees,
plants, and shrubs, including orange, lemon, fig, cork, and cinnamon
trees, and other rare exotics, added grandeur and beauty to the
landscape. One can easily call back the old-time scenes within this
mansion, of stately official pomp, of social gayety, of dinners and
balls, where the brocade and stain and lace, in towering head-gear, and
ample panniers; and where the cavaliers rivaled the ladies in their
powered wigs, gorgeous velvet coats and stain waistcoats, ruffled
shirt-fronts, small breeches and silken hose. We catch a glimpse of them
as they troop through the broad hall (fifty-four feet long and twenty
feet wide), and the wainscoted tapestried rooms, on the stately minuet or
the livelier contra-dances, and possibly recognize the forms and faces of
Adams, Hancock, Otis, Warren, and Quincy. Governor Barnard was an
Englishman, a graduate of Oxford, a man of erudition and large wealth. He
had remarkable conversational powers, and so tenacious a memory that he
boasted he could repeat all of Shakespeare's plays. He was a zealous
advocate of the claims of the Crown, and through professing to sympathize
with the men associated with him in their resistance to unjust taxation,
and other coercive measures to the royal government, he secretly worked
against them, and used his influence to have the British regiments sent
to Boston, and thus initiated the war. After holding his high office for
nearly ten years, he was recalled to England, in response to a petition
from the House of Representatives that "he might be forever removed from
the Government of the Province." As he departed from Boston the bells
were rung, cannon fired from the wharves, and the Liberty Tree hung gaily
with flags; so great was to joy of the people to be rid of him. Lady
Bernard did not leave Jamaica Plain until a year later -- in 1770. Sir
William Pepperell was the next resident of this house for about three
years. He was a graduate of Harvard, and, in 1776, became a member of the
Council, and was avowedly in sympathy with the royal cause. During the
siege this house was also occupied by the patriotic troops, and later
used as a hospital. The soldiers who died here were buried on the hill in
the rear of the house. This property was confiscated in 1779 by the
State, and purchased by Mr. Martin Brimmer, a Boston merchant, who died
here in 1804. Captain John Prince next owned it, and took down the old
house, a part of which had stood one hundred and forty years, and erected
a very attractive mansion which has recently given place to the one now
occupied by Mr. Rice. Mr. Prince opened the street, which bears his name
through his estate to Perkins Street, and it has since been the seat of
several beautiful residences.

The summer home of Francis Parkman, LL.D., on Prince Street, deserves
more than passing notice, no only because of his great prominence as an
historian and writer an scientific horticulture, but for the remarkable
beauty of the grounds lying along the chores of the lake and covered with
luxuriant and rare shrubs, trees, and plants, many of them models of
symmetry and loveliness. One cannot but regret that this homestead had
not been preserved in its completeness, as a memorial of this
distinguished man.

The old Jonas Chickering estate adjoining Mr. Parkman's, with its lovely
water-front, its unique Gothic buildings, its vine-covered lodge, and its
deer-park, was, in our early days, one of the most charming of our
country seats.

Pinebank, the home of the Perkins family for nearly a century, with its
broad, winding avenue, beneath noble pine and larches, its stately
mansion its many rich landscape features, claims admiration for its
grandeur and nobility.

Returning to South Street, we find that in early days different branches
of the Weld family owned and lived upon estates in this portion of our
village. The largest and most important of these was the estate which was
given to Captain Joseph Weld by the province, about the year 1660, in
consideration of services rendered. It was bequeathed by him to his son,
John, and was the home of seven generations of that family, until about
the beginning of this century (1806), when it became the property of Mr.
Benjamin Bussey. During the Revolutionary War, Weld's Hill was selected
by Washington as a rallying point for the patriot army to fall back upon
in case of disaster, as it protected the road to Dedham, the depot of
army supplies. Mr. Bussey, after a few years, erected the fine mansion,
still standing, and resided here until his death, in 1842. The late Mr.
Thomas Motley, brother of the historian, was the husband of one of Mr.
Bussey's granddaughters, and occupied the house with his family until his
decease. This magnificent estate of three hundred acres was bequeathed to
Harvard University for the establishment of a seminary "for instruction
in practical agriculture, useful and ornamental gardening, botany, and
such other branches of natural science as may tend to promote a knowledge
of practical agriculture and the various arts subservient thereto and
connected therewith." The Bussey Institute was built in 1871, and the
beautiful Arboretum, embracing one hundred and sixty acres, has been in
the process of development since that time. During Mr. Bussey's; life,
and for years after, the public enjoyed the freedom of these charming
grounds. There were lovely wood paths, carefully kept, in all directions.
Here was a rustic bridge spanning the jocund brook; there a
willow-bordered pond, the home of gold and silver fish. This path wound
back and forth to then summit of Hemlock Mountain, where was an arbor
with seats for resting surrounded by majestic trees, and where lovely
vistas of the distant hills and nearer valley could be enjoyed, On the
gray rocks yonder were nature's moss-clad seats, where one listened to
the endless whispering of the leaves, the prattle of the happy brook
below, and the ever-changing songs of birds.

"Up springs, at every step, to claim a tear,
Some little friendship formed in childhood here;
And not the lightest leaf but trembling teems,
With golden visions and romantic dreams."

Mr. Bussey's life is a remarkable illustration of the success, which
results from natural ability and persevering industry. With very small
pecuniary means in early life, he made the most of every condition and
advantage, and ultimately acquired large wealth and influence. Possibly
some here may remember the family coach, with its yellow body and
trimmings, drawn by four fine horses, in which Mr. Bussey and his family
rode to church each Sabbath. There is a pleasing tradition that the old
gentleman had the unusual but very gracious habit of bowing to people
near him on all sides in the church before taking his seat in the square
pew. On the occasion of President Andrew Jackson's visit to Boston,
accompanied by Vice-President Van Buren, in June 1833, Mr. Bussey joined
the grand procession in his yellow coach, drawn by six horses, richly
caparisoned, and attended by liveried servants.

On the opposite side of South Street one sees the very attractive house
known to us as the Peters homestead, which, in 1799, was built by Captain
William Gordon Weld. About three years after making this home, Captain
Weld was lost at sea, leaving his widow, who was a sister of Judge
William Minot, with a large family of sons and daughters, who have been
very prominent in the interests and development of our town. Mrs. Weld is
remembered with great respect and admiration for her character and life
work. She lived to a great age, happy in the prosperity and the loving
devotion of her children. We recall the beautiful the touching scene when
her form was carried on the bier by her noble sons, followed by the other
mourners, all walking from her house to the family tomb in the little
church cemetery, and lovingly laid at rest, without the touch of a
stranger hand.

Soon after Captain William Weld's death, the estate was purchased by a
Mr. Wilson, who resided here for a few years, Mr. Horatio Greenough, the
sculptor, also lived here when young, and it is believed that he took his
first lessons in art of Binon, the French sculptor, in this house, In
1829 Mr. Edward Peters purchased it for a summer residence, and it is
still occupied by his descendants, This house in the finest specimen of
the West Indian style in the vicinity. Stony Brook runs through the dell
back of the garden, with a line of fine old oaks and butternut-trees on
its banks. Years since, when trenching the land, the smooth bed of the
broad Stony River was reached, into which some of the large trees had
fallen and lain imbedded in the mud, well preserved. A perfect beaver dam
was also discovered there, and marks of beavers' teeth on some of the
trees. Various Indian relics have been unearthed in different parts of
the place.

About the year 1827, Mr. Stephen M. Weld, son of Captain William G. Weld,
established a boarding-school for young men on the site of the present
residence of his family, the corner of South and Centre streets, which
was very successful during thirty years, pupils coming from many of the
States and from Mexico, Cuba, and Yucatan. Weld Hall, connected with
Harvard College, was erected by William F. Weld, in memory of his brother
Stephen Minot Weld. Dr. Christopher Weld, another son of Captain Weld,
was the first homoeopathic physician here, and was much esteemed and
beloved during his long practice.

Upon the site of the present Seaverns mansion, on Morton Street, near
Washington Street, stood the old house of the gifted and scholarly
Margaret Fuller between the years 1839 and 1842. Her father had died a
short time before, and her mother, sister (the late Mrs. Walter
Channing), and two brothers made with her the household. In this quiet,
rural home, Margaret found time and inspiration for many of her charming
outdoors sketches. She often wandered through the lovely walks in Bussey
Woods, soft with fallen needles from pine and hemlock, and bright with
abundant wild flowers, and drew glowing pictures from nature's wealth,
which her pen has preserved for us. It was while living here she
inaugurated the literary conversations, which produced such a marked
effect upon the young and old of the women of the time. They were weekly
meetings for free conversation on literary and aesthetic topics at which
she was the principal talker. They began in the autumn of 1839 at the
home of Miss Elizabeth P. Peabody, on West Street, Boston, and continued
through five successive winters. It was also while here that she edited
"The Dial," a quarterly journal, in which she was aided by Ralph Waldo
Emerson, Theodore Parker, George Ripley, and others. In this old house
Ralph Waldo Emerson boarded for a time with a Mrs. Tilden, who afterward
had a young ladies' boarding school at the Cold Spring House on
Washington Street, opposite Green Street. In Franklin Park, on
Schoolmaster's Hill, may now be seen a bronze tablet, inserted in a
boulder, which records the fact that Mr. Emerson lived in a farmhouse in
that spot for two years, from 1823 to 1825. The home of Rev, James
Freeman Clarke, D. D., on Hillside Avenue, has a lasting interest,
because of the noble, beautiful souls who thought and worked there, and
gave by spoken and written words strength and counsel and comfort to
many.

Returning to Centre Street, we pass south from Eliot Street, and look
with interest upon the old Williams house, a commodious, square building
with central porch and balustrade along the roofline, built in 1805 by
Stephen Gorham, a Boston merchant. It was for many years the attractive
home of Mr. Moses Williams and family and is still in their possession.

The old Hallet, Seaverns, Balch, and Louder homes, all suggest
interesting and valuable memories, which we would gladly record did our
limits permit. But we are tempted to spare a few moments doe a stroll
through Louder's Lane. Many times have we proved the truth of Young's
words: "How blessing brighten as they take their flight!" and they ring
in our hearts to-day as we wander into this picturesque old way; and we
love even more dearly than of yore the quiet, the grassy sides, the wild
growths of roses and blackberry-bushes, the tangle of ivy and woodbine,
and the lovely vistas through leafy framings of sunny hillsides and
woods, of pastures dotted with grazing cattle, and of peaceful farm
homes. It is a country idyll, sweet and restful! We may slacken our
horses reins while he crops the wayside grass, or we may sit on a fallen
stone from the old wall, while we muse of early days when there was no
turnstile to block our path, but we should wander on around the loops of
Sargent's woods, and gather at will the blue and white violets, the
anemones and columbines and cowslips, without a fear of brass-buttoned
monitor or coasting wheelman.

We see again the dignified form of Manlius Sargent in his stately horse,
as he rode through his wood-roads, and many another familiar face of
those who sought these rural paths, and cared not yet for "rapid
transit," with its spectral accompaniments. And our hope is akin to a
prayer, that what is left of Louder's Lane may be spared to us yet many
years.

The old Winchester house, on the hillside of Centre Street, was built in
the year 1800 by Captain Artemas Winchester, grandfather of the third
Artemas, now residing here, for his young bride, Miss Anna Fuller, and it
was their home through their long lives.

In early days, whenever a new dwelling was begun, the neighborhood
volunteered their services, prepared and stoned the cellar and well,
often giving days of labor to help on the work. Then at the time of
raising the house, as in the case of the Winchester dwelling, -- an
unusually fine one for the times, -- the relatives and friends came from
near and far to show their kindly interest and enjoy the tempting and
bounteous collation.

This farm originally belonged to Mr. John Morey, who in 1771 presented
the clock, which for many years ornamented the front gallery of the First
Church, and is today faithfully meeting its duties in the Parish House.

Greenbank, a quiet old home overlooking the Arboretum, holds among its
treasures a record of a few years, when Rev. William Ware lived there,
after resigning his ministry in New York and wrote those remarkable
works, "Zenobia" and "Probus." Mr. Ware was a man of great learning of
classical culture, and elegant accomplishments. His mind was a gallery of
pictures which he portrayed in his writings for the profit and delight of
others. Dr. Bellows, in his memorial sermon of Dr. Ware, writes of these
books: "The evinced talents, resources, and tastes, which could not be
traced to any known writer, while they seemed wholly beyond the reach of
any unknown one."

On the corner of Allandale Street and Centre Street, Peacock Tavern stood
a century ago. It was kept by Captain Lemuel Child, distinguished for
having led the Minute Company of the Third Parish in the battle of
Lexington. This tavern was a somewhat noted resort at that time, being on
the direct highway from Boston to Dedham and Providence, a stopping-place
for travelers and stages and factory teams. We learn that when the
British officers were in Boston they frequently made up sleighing and
skating parties, and after exercising on the pond, came to "The Peacock"
for their late suppers. Doubtless Generals Gage and Burgoyne indulged in
bumpers there, to help their drooping spirits. The records state that
during the siege of Boston, Generals Washington and Knox and other
distinguished officers were frequent visitors, the former stopping on his
way to New York after the evacuation of Boston. In May 1794, Samuel
Adams, the grand old patriot, purchased "The Peacock" tavern and forty
acres of land, and resided here during his term as governor, and during
the remainder of his life made it his summer residence. We are proud to
add this name to our list of honorable and distinguished men. It stands
inseparably with Washington, Jefferson, Franklin, and Hancock, and they
form together the brightest constellation which illumes the Revolutionary
annals of our country!

Some of the most apparent and pleasant indications of growth and progress
in out town have been the establishment, from time to time, of the
churches, which represent the faith and worship of our people, the
erection of the commodious school buildings, and the various charitable
institutions. Strongly as we cling to much that makes the past dear to
us, we rejoice in all that is making this the golden age of our country.

Within the limits given, it is impossible to review all of the homes and
characters which have left their impress on our village and made it
worthy to be a part of the admitted "Athens of America." A long line of
names comes at memory's call in the various walks of life, -- clergymen,
authors, teachers, physicians, lawyers, and merchants, men and women whom
we delight to honor.

"They hurry from out the forgotten past,
Through the gathered mist of years,
From the halls of memory, dim and vast,
Where they have buried lain in the shadows cast
By recent joys or fears."

More than three hundred years ago the poet Drummond wrote: "It is a great
spur to virtue to look back on the worth of our line. In this is the
memory of the dead preserved with the living, being more firm and
honorable that an epitaph, and the living know that band that tieth them
to others."

Footnotes

  The Jamaica Plain Aqueduct Company was incorporated in 1795, and was
the first systematic water system that the city of Boston had. It
extended from the Pond to Fort Hill, and had about forty-five miles of
pipes, made of white pine logs, nearly a foot and one half in diameter,
with a bore of five and three quarters inches. The average daily supply
was about 400,000 gallons. In excavating for the Subway, several
specimens of the old wooden pipes have been unearthed in a good state of
preservation.--From a recent number of the Boston Transcript.  The
first dwelling, built in 1633, was a simple log house, and was burned
three or four years later.

An historical sketch of the First Church in Roxbury, by Dr. De Normandie.

One of the old omnibuses was very long, and named Osceola, for an Indian
chief, a representation of whom was painted on the side.

At the time to which we refer, postage was regulated by distance.
Thus, 6 1/4, 12 1/2, 16 3/4, and even 25 cents, were sometimes
necessary.

For the origin of this peculiar name, see the incident which gave rise
to it described in Drake's Town of Roxbury.

Dr. Thomas Gray's Half-Century Sermon.

Dr. Thomas Gray was born in Boston, March 16 1772, and graduated at
Harvard College in 1790. He married a daughter of Rev. Samuel Stillman,
D., pastor of the First Baptist Church in Boston, by whom he was prepared
for the ministry, and entered the pastorate at Jamaica Plain, April 22,
1792.  His mother, Mrs. Abigail May, widow of Moses Brewer, was then
living in the old homestead, and died April 24, 1849, aged 80 years.
Perkins Street, known in early days as Connecticut Lane, was named for
William Perkins, who came to Roxbury in 1632.  Within our recollection, a
very small, old house, on the opposite side of the street, almost hidden
from view by shrubbery and trees, was the humble home of old Simeon
Giles, a Negro, who made a precarious living by wood-chopping and like
service for the neighbors. He was the son of old Peter, who was a slave
of Governor Adams, valued and kindly treated, and who lived to number one
hundred years. Long, long ago their tired bodies were laid at rest in the
little graveyard on the hill.

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