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Theodore Lincoln jr.,
Bela Anthony, J. N. Anthony, Washington Benner,
6th Reg't Me. Vols. 3 yrs. Sergeant, Lieutenant, Captain. Had command of reg't when dis- banded. Died November 9, 1865. 31st Reg't Me. Vols. Wounded in head. Drafted and furnished substitute.
6th Reg't Me. Vols. Died in Washington, D. C., September 17, 1863.
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William H. Ball, James Wm. Bennett,
John Brawn,
2d Me. Cav. Died Aug. 26, 1864, at Barrancas. 31st Reg't Me. Vols. Died at home, July 14, 1864. 2d Maine Cavalry.
1st Me. Hy. Art. Discharged after close of war. 2d Maine Cavalry.
6th Reg't Maine Volunteers. Entered navy. 1st Me. Cav. Wounded in head. Died at home October 2, 1864.
Henry Dudley,
28th Reg't Me. Vols. 9 months. Died 1863 at Memphis, Tennessee.
Aaron Dudley,
31st Reg't Me. Vols. Died in Baltimore, August 9, 1864.
E. Payson Eastman,
6th Reg't Me. Vols. Discharged. Sick at Ports- mouth, Va., October 3, 1863.
1st Reg't Hy. Art. Wounded in head, lost eye. 6th Reg't Me. Vols. 3 yrs. Discharged. Served time out.
Nathaniel Gardner, Fred J. Gardner,
Caleb Gardner,
Martin N. Grant,
Samuel Grant,
James Hayward,
6th Reg't Me. Vols. Discharged August, 1864. Died at home August 22, 1864.
6th Reg't Me. Vols. Orderly Sergeant, 2d Lieu- tenant. Discharged for physical disability. Re-enlisted in 2d Maine Cavalry.
Stephen Jones, Edward B. Kilby,
2d Maine Cavalry.
1st Maine Heavy Artillery. Wounded in wrist May, 1864. Taken prisoner.
Ferdinand Kilby,
28th Reg't Me. Vols. 9 months. Discharged. Served time out.
William Lewis, Charles R. Lincoln,
1st Me. Cav. Killed, June, 1864. Had re-enlisted. 31st Reg't Me. Vols. Wounded in thigh, 1864. Killed near Petersburg, Va., April 2, 1865. 6tlı Regiment Maine Volunteers.
John A. Lawton, Edmund Lincoln, Peter Matheson, Jolın McLauchlan, Almon McCarty, Thomas Matheson,
Assistant Engineer in navy.
15th Regiment Maine Volunteers. Re-enlisted. 28th Reg't Me. Vols. 9 mos. Disc. Wounded. 2d Maine Cavalry. Died.
6th Me. Vols. 3 years. Was wounded. Dis- charged. Served time out.
Hiram Farley, Isaac Gardner,
6th Reg't Me. Vols. 3 yrs. Discharged. Sick. 1st Maine Heavy Artillery. Discharged. Sick. 1st Me. Heavy Artillery. Discharged June, 1865. 2d Maine Cavalry.
2d Maine Cavalry.
Benjamin R. Jones,
James Cook, Samuel Cambridge, Freeman Dudley, Wm. R. Dykes,
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Geo. H. McLauchlan, Walter Owen,
Navy. Served time out. Discharged.
1st Me. Heavy Artillery. Died March 19, 1882. 6th Reg't Maine Volunteers. Discharged. Sick.
Alfred Preston,
Josiah Page, David Page, Bela R. Reynolds,
15th “
Re-enlisted.
1st Me. Heavy Artillery. Died Aug. 1, 1875.
6th Reg't Me. Vols. Transferred to Signal Corps. Discharged. Served time out.
Geo. W. Reynolds,
Charles E. Reynolds, John F. Reynolds,
Emery O. Reynolds, John P. Sheahan,
1st Me. Hy. Art. Died July 17, 1864, in Brooklyn. 1st Me. Cav. Commissioned 1st Lieutenant 31st Reg't Me. Vols. Taken prisoner July 30, 1864, and escaped at Charlotte, N. C., Feb- ruary, 1865. 19th Reg't Maine Volunteers. Was drafted.
B. Frank Shaw, Edmund B. Sheahan, Henry Sheahan,
Pyam W. Smith,
David J. Tenney,
Geo. W. Thompson, 28th
9 months. Died, 1863.
William Wilder, M. P. Allna Wilder,
John G. Wilder,
31st
6th
Disch'd; sick; died.
at Baton Rouge. 1st Maine Heavy Artillery. Was wounded.
28th Reg't Maine Volunteers. 9 months. Taken prisoner and exchanged. 1st Maine Heavy Artillery. Wounded in thigh. Died February 10, 1869.
These complete the fifty-five men, but besides these are George W. Ward and John Gallagher in the navy, and Dr. A. R. Lincoln, Assistant Surgeon in 1st Regiment Heavy Artillery. Alonzo Mc- Lauchlan and Theophilus Kilby, townsmen, enlisted in 13th Massa- chusetts Volunteers, and William Page enlisted in 6th Regiment Maine Volunteers for quota of Machias.
More than one-third part of these men are sleeping the sleep that knows no waking, and hear the sound of war no more. In passing, let me say, that our neighbor town of Edmunds, smaller than our town in population, sent into the war about half a hundred men, about one-half of whom have already gone hence to return no more.
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Edwin Preston,
9th Reg't Me. Vols. Was wounded in arm and foot. 1st Maine Heavy Artillery. Died Aug. 12, 1870. 2d Me. Cav. Died July 3, 1864, near New Orleans. Had entered Navy.
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Did the experiences of war (so prolific of evil oftentimes) harm these men morally ? With only rare exceptions, those who survived returned home manlier men than when they left for the scenes of conflict and carnage, and have so continued unto this day.
The record of Dennysville, as a settlement, a plantation, a town, for one hundred years, is made up. We unavailingly wish it could have been a fuller one. We would have been glad to have known far more than is possible for us to know of the sayings, the deeds, the whole lives of the families of the earlier generations, but they were not careful to write history for the enlightenment and gratifica- tion of their unborn descendants. The veil that hides must remain unlifted forever.
Today, we begin anew. Now, we shall count the days, the weeks, the years of the second century of the municipal existence of our town, as one after another they shall come and go. One by one, we shall lay by our business, our cares, our joys, and enter upon the unreturning journey to the undiscovered country which lies beyond. But, while we here remain, let us make history, -history that shall be recorded and be worthy of record, so that the orator of the day, out of the abundance of "good things" recorded and within his reach, shall be able to select therefrom all that the most ardent and exacting antiquary can desire, among the multitudes assembled to listen, on the day of the second centennial.
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THE FOUNDERS OF DENNYSVILLE.
P. E. VOSE.
In the far away - far away - old-time days, The undisturbed forests -'tween rivers and bays - Had rarely been viewed by the white man's gaze, In the day the first Hinghamites came.
They had sailed in full sight of 1Manahnook's bold isle, And rounded the point of 2Kabaumkeag meanwhile; Then up the 3Cobbissicook, mile after mile, Ere they came to the 4Cathanisk stream.
Beyond, in the woods, to these strangers unknown, The waters of lake 5Possepscaugamook shone;
Thence, toward sun-rising, broad 6Nahsaick, lone, In the day when the stranger men came.
To the left gleamed the waves of "Subecwaugamook; North ward in beauty isle-studded &Meddybempsook; In neighborly waters, sweet pond 9Neconaugamook; With cove and with dell, and with tree-shaded brook, In the day when the stranger men came.
In the west lay 1ºNamdamasswagum's twin lakes, To the right 11Hemnocwaunargum's clear water takes
Its course through the path which the Penmaquan makes, On its way to the Cobsicook shore.
The forests were clothed in their foliage green, The beech and the maple abounded therein,
And pine, spruce, and fir-all trees near akin;
The whitewood, the birch, but no blackwood was seen, Till the day that a James Blackwood came.
They hewed down the forests, stately and wide, They raised their log cabins, wherein to abide,
1 Grand Manan. 2 Lubec. 3 Cobscook Bay. 4 Denny's River. 5 Cathance Lake.
6 Boyden's Lake. 7 Hadley's Lake.
8 Meddybemps Lake.
9 Round Pond.
10 Gardner's Lakes. 11 Pembroke Lake.
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They planted their fields, on the sunny hillside, In the day when the Gard(e)ners came.
They labored like beavers; when building their dams, Feasting daily on alewives, tomcods, and clams; Vainly longing sometimes for beefsteaks and hams, In the day these good Hinghamites came.
Along by the banks of the Cathanisk streams, The native, wild red man, wanders and dreams, He hunts and he angles from morn's early beams, Till daylight is done, in pursuit of his game, In the day when the Wilder men came.
In the smoky, dark wigwams the dusky maids sat, Midst baskets and barks, and papooses fat, Rehearsing their gossipy tales, and all that; Sometimes interesting, sometimes very flat,
In the day when the Hear-say (Hersey) man came.
They gathered the blossoms in merry springtime, From the trees and the shrubs of this far northern clime; From the fragrant May-flower, and the green ivy-vine, In the day when a John Blossom came.
By the margin of streams, and rivers and lakes, Among tangled bushes and wide spreading brakes, Regardless of wild cats, black bears and snakes, They gathered wild wood berries, both sanup and dame, In the day when E. Woodbury came.
The little spring birds in the spring days sang, " I see -see - three - three - Bridgeses - Bridgeses - Bridgeses !"
And the gay, green woods with their melody rang, But their burden of song was ever the same, In the day when the Bridgeses came.
From time out of mind, Bob o' Lincoln's bright race, With daintiest plumage, and movements of grace, Caroled forth their gay songs in the leafy grove's space, In the day when Theo. Lincoln came.
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The wind blew high and the wind blew cold, The rain poured down and the thunder rolled; The sun shone out with his rays of gold; In the south-the north - the west - we are told, The climate then, as now, was the same,
In the day when the Eastman came.
The wild bees droned 'mong the fragrant flowers, Gath'ring their sweets in the warm summer hours, In the sunniest vales and the pleasantest hours, In the day when the Kilby man came.
Their lot was peaceful - at times it was hard, And thistles sprang up in the back door-yard, So needful it was to keep watch and guard, Lest what they had should be lost or marred, When Cushing, and Burr, and Hardman came.
But changes have come - the river remains, The lakes and the ponds and the streams which it drains; But the forests are gone from the hills and the plains; This home of the red man, but a remnant retains, In this day when a century ends.
Their work is all done, and the founders are gone, And they who came after have all followed on To that bourn from whence there is never return, Ere this day when a century ends.
The third, fourth, and fifth generations are here, To talk of the lives and the deeds of the dear Ones departed - whose spirits immortal are near On this day when a century ends.
They live, they surround us, though veiled from our sight, We 'll list to their voices by day and by night; We 'll look where they point, to the paths that are right, And travel therein to the regions of light,
Where changes ne'er come and time never ends.
ADDRESS OF WILLIAM H. KILBY, ESQ., OF BOSTON.
I like these historic occasions, and am glad to be here, in my proper place, among the descendants of the old stock. Last year, your respected minister introduced me to his friend as a grandson of Den- nysville. In the same way I am a great-grandson of Hingham, and so, when last September that good old town celebrated the two hun- dred and fiftieth anniversary of its incorporation, I made it a point to be present, witnessed the display in the streets, sat in the old meeting-house where our ancestors worshiped two centuries ago, and listened to the oration, had my place at the long, festal tables, heard the after-dinner speeches, and enjoyed the various exercises of the occasion. An old and rather prominent citizen, who recog- nized me among the lookers-on, as he rode by occupying a seat in one of the leading carriages of the procession, afterward expressed his dissatisfaction with the oration and said it was the same old story he heard at the bi-centennial fifty years ago, and on numerous later occasions. To be sure, now-a-days, something is occasionally said about John A. Andrew and John D. Long, but when Hingham gets together the talk is pretty sure to be about Peter Hobart and Benja- min Lincoln. I told him I had no fault to find in the matter. John A. Andrew and John D. Long were worthy Maine boys, who had been sent up to make model governors for the old Commonwealth. Peter Hobart was a great-great-great-uncle of mine, brother of one of my grandfathers several generations back, and Benjamin Lin- coln was an old friend of our family and families, -the Kilbys, the Hobarts, the Wilders, and the Herseys. He got my grand-parents to move down here, and married them afterward rather late one night, a piece of personal service for which I am profoundly thankful. When I go into the Collector's room of the Boston Custom House, and see upon the wall his sturdy figure arrayed in continentals, I make my mental obeisance to him for what he did for me, as I do now to his lineal descendant and namesake who so fitly presides on this occasion.
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My interest in this younger birthday celebration is much more per- sonal, though my associations with this charming village are not exactly like those of most of you, to whom it has been the scene of all the varied experiences of life, the stress and strain as well as the satisfactions and enjoyments, but with me, excepting as advancing years bring a reflective mood, and I am reminded how much larger has been my acquaintance with those who did live in, than with those, who now occupy these pleasant hillside homes, my associations with Denny's River are of the holiday sort. In childhood, I was always looking forward with the most pleasant anticipations to my semi-annual visits, and in the rarer opportunities of mature life, I can see that childish imagination did not exaggerate its peculiar attractions.
I sometimes wonder why it is that the trick of childhood catches me so easily, and I find myself unwittingly talking about Denny's River, when I speak of this village. The town was incorporated before I was born, and here in this commission of William Kilby as postmaster, dated as far back as the year 1800, at Philadelphia, before the seat of government had been moved to Washington, the place is called Dennysville, in the District of Maine. Until Pembroke was incorporated, I suppose the name was needed to distinguish it from Pennamaquan, in the same town. Number Ten as well as Number Two was represented in our household, and the same included the homes of our kindred on both sides of the river.
Mr. President, my memory is so full of old Denny's River stories , and descriptions of the early life of the settlement, that it sometimes fairly seems to me as if I had lived here in the years before I knew Eastport. I can almost believe that before there was a bridge, I had crossed the river by the stepping-stones, and. had been to Little Falls to mill, by the road over which afterward there was much coming and going on a more attractive errand. With what expres- sions of satisfaction the coming of the alewives was welcomed in the spring, to give variety to the monotonous winter diet, and how abun - dant the salmon were when the young man got forty dollars at East- port for his catch the night before. I seem to know about the work in the blacksmith shop and the logging camp, and the hay cutting at the great meadow, where once a bear carried off the tea-kettle on his head, finally getting rid of his uncomfortable helmet two miles away .. When Independence Day approached, and there was no piece of
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ordnance at hand bigger than Judge Lincoln's Copenhagen, a mes- senger had to be sent to Eastport to borrow a swivel, and what a noise it made! I can almost see the little band of worshipers gath- ered in some humble room to listen to an itinerant preacher, and seem to have helped sort the fortnightly mail on the kitchen floor, and I have often slept in the post bedroom, where it was kept. I must have trotted alongside the girls as they came over from Little Falls to school, had my shoes mended at Mr. Blossom's, seen Mr. Lippincott resort to his snuff-box, and heard the veteran Bosworth describe his sensations when " Mad Anthony " commanded them to throw away their flints, at the storming of Stony Point.
In these modern times of rapid and startling changes, one some- times wonders in contrasting them with the days of our fathers, if the gain is all on our side. With swift steamers and express trains, telegraphs and telephones, our world is much smaller, at least we are a good deal nearer its extremities. We can know what was going on at St. Petersburg or Calcutta yesterday or this morning. Our children visit Europe in the brief weeks of a summer vacation, and range from England to Italy about as easily as the early settlers made the trip to their old Massachusetts homes; and the modern story of the docks of Liverpool and the boulevards of Paris, Westminster Abbey and the dome of St. Peter's, creates no greater interest than when they came back and told of the long wharves and busy streets of Boston, the big meeting-house at Hingham, and the wonderful new State House that had risen on Beacon Hill. In our surfeit of reading matter, with books, perio licals, and newspapers crowding our tables, we wonder how they got along when the annual arrival of Thomas's Almanac was hailed with delight, its riddles guessed at, its problems ciphered out, and its agricultural and moral advice con- sulted. When I remember my father's great familiarity with the texts of scripture, I am not only reminded of my own short-comings - though I think my outfit is better than that of the next generation - but I seem to see how large an influence the Book of books must have had in the education of the times. That rather secluded life, narrowed on some of its sides, still fostered noble elements of char- acter, and though, doubtless, these grandfathers and grandmothers of ours had their fair share of what the poet Whittier calls the " faults and follies of the race," yet what grand qualities were theirs. One characteristic story has come down to us. There would be no
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impropriety, I think, in claiming that the Theodore Lincoln, Eben- ezer C. Wilder, and William Kilby of those days were the real lead- ers of the village life. Once, on account of some misunderstanding, the two former were not on speaking terms, and the latter, greatly disturbed by this unseemly example by two such men, called them into his blacksmith shop, and after some serious expostulation on his part, they joined hands across the anvil in token of reconciliation. What a scene it would have made for one of the Dutch painters, if three Burgomasters of Amsterdam had been combined in such a group! The dingy interior, the blacksmith in leathern apron with sledge at hand, and the serious faces of these men of Puritan descent lighted up with the gleam of the forge, all combined to make a pic- ture which we would much like to see put on canvas. No group under cathedral arches, of mitred ecclesiastic surrounded by kneel- ing penitents, could compare with it in simple dignity. That anvil was worthily a shrine, and that village peace-maker a true priest of the Almighty.
In coming back to this home of our fathers, it is pleasant to see how the village grows and ripens with rural beauty, and those who have had it in keeping have not only cared for its landscape, but have preserved and improved its institutions, protected its reputa- tion, and kept up the standard of its morals. The sound qualities which characterized its beginnings have not been wanting in its later growth. Its educational and religious institutions have been fostered and strengthened, and on all questions of public policy and sound morals it gives no uncertain voice; and all about us are the evidences that the present descendants and successors of the fathers are worthy of their predecessors, and safe guardians of their legacy.
POEM.
BY REV. A. JUDSON RICH.
A CENTURY OF HONOR.
ONE HUNDRED YEARS ! one hundred annual rounds, Since where we stand were Indian hunting grounds, With howl of wolf and dog familiar sounds.
On these fair knolls the wigwam smoke arose, The redman in his free but wild repose, Unconscious of his coming paleface foes.
As now, the tide flowed up this bluffy bay, The sun arose to bless each new born day, And feathered songsters piped their wonted lay.
Alas! alack! the woodman's ax was heard, From camp and lair, Indian and wild beast stirred, Retreating at the white man's forward word.
The rude house soon arose, forests were felled, By slow degrees the intruders' foe was quelled, And fears for bread and scalping knife dispelled.
The paleface came to stay; the village grew; Rapid the tread from older ways to new, Till fair abodes and fields sprang up to view.
The civil arts, forsooth, were planted here, As vanished wildmen and the hunted deer, The plow supplanting arrow, bow, and spear.
These early settlers were stout-hearted, brave, Whose courage was not buried in their grave, Whose children scorned to be or own a slave:
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Meeting the Tyrant, flinging wide his thrall, Listening to Liberty's imperial call, Pledging their lives and consecrating all.
Freed from their foe, they meant no man should own Property in man; and the bondsman's moan Was hushed by bitter bondage overthrown.
And when fair Freedom wide her banner spread, And brightening skies hung joyful overhead, Their footsteps were to peace and quiet led.
One war they met themselves from wrong to free, And one to give their brethren liberty, - Both Freedom's pledge for ages yet to be.
One hundred years ago, war's terrors past, On these wild lands a hero's lot was cast, Purchase as fair and rich, as vast:
The name of LINCOLN fragrant e'er will be, O'er all our realm, embracing land and sea, Symbol of courage and of loyalty; -
Not he who by the assassin's bullet fell, In which rang out, in blood, dark slavery's knell, Of whom proud history's ample pages tell;
But he, who was the friend of Washington, And who, at Yorktown, when the war was done, Received the sword, as pledge of victory won, From England's proud, but humbled, conquered son :
His name we all revere, his sons all true To country's flag of red and white and blue, Their sire's loyal zeal have pledged anew ;
In times to come, as in the days gone by, Such as the bravest souls may amply try, The nation on their valor can rely.
Another name among us merits praise, To whom posterity will gladly raise Peans of honor, as in long past days.
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Of this heroic soul seek you his name, Whose courage other souls hath lit aflame ? ALLAN, rings out the answer to the same!
Loyal, courageous, hopeful as the day, His counsels o'er the redman held full sway, Helping to keep the British foe at bay.
As hostages, his noble sons he gave, Fearing their fate might be a speedy grave, His pledge, by bread, the dusky tribe to save.
His work well done, he closed accounts with time, His last days glorious as in early prime, His whole career an epic most sublime.
On Allan's Isle his honored dust now lies, His spirit tented in the peaceful skies, His name to kin and country a rich prize!
And grateful should we cherish names of all Who answered to their country's sacred call, Alike revered, their lot to stand or fall.
But in sweet peace we meet today; No war cloud hovers o'er the land; The earth is decked in blooms of May, And Beauty waves her fragrant wand.
On kindlier scenes we gladly look, Watch grove and field and throbbing tide, List to the music of the brook, Our hearts elate with joy and pride.
Here flows the stream whose waters turn the mill, Here stands the church upon the rock-built hill, The choicest blessing of fair Dennysville;
The school-house, too, instructor of the mind, With home and love and purity combined, The golden pledge of character refined.
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Here many sons and daughters have been reared, Of honored name, and memory revered, To kindred and to stranger-hearts endeared:
For one such gift, I bless the sacred spot, One treasure which these friendly years have brought, To crown my life and cheer my earthly lot!
For this glad day, for blessings one and all, On Heaven, in humble gratitude, we call, And pray his hand to lead us in the right, Our footsteps guiding by his kindly light!
GENEALOGIES
OF SOME OF
THE OLDER FAMILIES IN DENNYSVILLE
PREPARED BY PETER E. VOSE
" Those only deserve to be remembered who treasure up the history of their ancestry." - EDMUND BURKE.
GENEALOGY.
ALLAN.
WILLIAM ALLAN, born about 1720, and died about 1790; " was a Scottish gentleman of means, and an officer in the British army." On July 9th, 1744, he married Isabella, daughter of Sir Eustace Maxwell, of Scotland. On January 3d, 1746, his first born son, John, was born in Edinboro Castle, where his parents were at that time temporarily residing. In 1749, Mr. Allan came to Halifax, N. S., with his young son. His children born in Nova Scotia, were Elizabeth, William, George, James, Jean Winckworth, and Isabella.
JOHN (COL.), d. 1805 ; m. MARY PATTEN, b. 1746, d. 1819.
1 William, b. 1768, m. Alice Crane, 11 children.
2 Mark, b. Cumberland, N. S., 1770, died 1818, m. Susanna Wilder, b. 1774; Susan, b. 1793, m. Samuel Wheeler; Anna, b. 1794, d .; Mary Patten, b. 1795, m. Andrew Sprague; Lydia C., b. 1797, m. True Bradbury; Elizabeth, b. 1799, m. Eben Chickering; Jane C., b. 1800, m. Eben C. Wilder jr .; John, b. 1802, m. (1) Lydia Kilby, (2) Emma Wiswell; Theophilus W., b. 1804, m. Martlıa R. Sargent; Sally, b. 1806, d. unmarried; William, b. 1808, m. Jane Potter; Patten, b. 1810, d .; Abigail, b. 1813; Ebenezer U., b. 1818, d.
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