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Frugality, industry, handmaids of wealth, Benevolence, rectitude, patterns for youth : Peace, modesty, harmony, prudence and truth ; Thy blessings, O Temp'rance, so vast an amount, That time 's insufficient their numbers to count. Thy character, Goddess, the better to show, Contrast it with that of thy barbarous foe.
His name is Intemperance, poison his breath ; His office prime-agent and servant of Death. A foe of tranquility, urging a storm, A foe of all those who thy retinue form, A foe of humanity, scourge and a rod, A foe of religion, a foe of our God. Intemperance ! disgusting his visage to see, That caution and prudence his presence will flee ; He's ugly, deformed, pestilential his walk As Java's dire valley, where criminals stalk. His retinue form a most hideous clan, Offensive to God and destructive to man ; Of this numerous train we will mention a few, And set them in order the better to view ; Profanity, blasphemy, infidel-pride, Contention and hatred and vile homicide, Infanticide, fratricide ; patricide too And matricide ! murder ! where rev'rence is due ; The murder of sisters, the murder of wives, Companions we ought to hold dear as our lives ; The flanks of his army extending so wide Including?all evil, with fell suicide ; Gross carelessness, idleness, gambling and strife, Perverseness to children, unkindness to wife ; With lost opportunity, murder of time, And all other items that constitute crime ; Dishonor and infamy, shame and disgrace, Stern poverty staring him full in the face ; Insanity, madness, infirmness we view, Diseases of all kinds augmenting the crew ; Immodest behavior, obsceneness in thought, Base actions committed, lewd company sought ; The slaves of Intemp'rance complete their own shame By crimes, which chaste modesty blushes to name. That monster of Demons his havoc extends, While foes may escape him, he murders his friends, And thousands of vot'ries devoured at a meal, Like Juggernaut's bigots crushed under his wheel.
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Like Satan, he walks up and down in the earth, And seeks to devour by profaneness for mirth, And into the temple, e'en pulpit will dodge- -But by his credentials he enters the Lodge. Erst Bacchus astride of a pipe of new wine His ancient replenished, who worshipped his shrine, His modern adorers now staggering come, Or kneeling or prostrate and pray -for some Rum. American Freemen, especially youth, Give aid to fair Temperance, virtue and truth ; Spurn horrid Intemperance far from your door, Rum, Brandy, Gin, Whiskey, then taste of no more. Columbia's daughters, the sex who are fair,
" Come over and help us " with influence rare ; Almost irresistable force female charms, And masculine rudeness submits to their arms. Then smile on the temp'rate industrious swain Whose habits are worthy your favor to gain ; But frown on the suitor to Bacchus a slave ; Your power we solicit our nation to save. Pray, be not deluded, as many have been, Expecting mere wedlock to wean one from Gin ; For juvenile habits confirm with their age, Sobriety, drunkenness, mildness or rage : The moderate drinker, when aged twenty-one, With moderate increase, at forty 's undone ; Then spurn his embraces, and fly from his arms, Whose breath exhales fumes, that suspicion alarms.
Ye Bards, of both sexes, come lend us a strain To celebrate Temp'rance and usher lier reign ; Nor let your dumb harps on the willows recline, But tune them to temp'rance whose cause is divine. Poetical talent has been much abused, Made off'rings to vices, to virtue refused ; Has cherished Intemperance, debauch'ry and strife, Blood shedding and carnage, destroying man's life ; The worship of Idols in heathenish lands,
The images moulded by impotent hands. Retrieve the ill uses that Poets have made, And offer to Temp'rance and virtue your aid. Ye females attend to the Muse in the dales, And render a tribute as well as the males ; Or from mount Parnassus, or mountain called Blue, *
* An eminence in the vicinity of Farmington, called Blue Mountain.
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Invoke the chaste Muse, and her dictates pursue. Ye Heralds of Jesus, of every sect, Take int'rest in common, your efforts connect ; In favor of Temp'rance unite and be one, Let subjects of minor importance alone. Inspire by your precepts the flocks of your charge, And by your example, the people at large, Abstain from excesses in drink and in food, Apparel and houses and all temp'ral good ; Let strict moderation to all men be known, That ye may reap sheaves in the fields ye have sown ; Lift, like the shrill trumpet, the warning loud voice ; Reform but one drunkard, and heav'n will rejoice ; Reprove dire Intemp'rance, that stalks all around, Though not in the limits of pastoral care, That blood of his victims may never be found Concealed in the skirts of the garments ye wear. Invoke the Almighty at the throne of his grace To grant to mild Temp'rance the smiles of his face ; And bless our endeavors to foster her cause By poems, addresses, and singing applause. Fulfil all your mission received from above In ev'ry condition in labors of love.
Ye learned Physicians with all due respect Your aid we solicit our cause to direct ; Admonish your patrons wherever ye go To shun the destruction of our common foe, By abstinence total, or partial, or not, Partaking with tipplers, or shunning the sot ; Prescribe the best treatment, prescribing 's your trade ; We would not the rights of your province invade ; Responsible office ; there may it remain, And clear your own skirts from the blood of the slain. Ye Pensioners, Vet'rans and heroes of old, Who scorned to screen Andre for sake of his gold, When offered profusely to sentry in arms A bribe to dissuade him from making alarms, To let him proceed on his route, and pass by, Whom Clinton had sent on our lines for a Spy ; When Arnold, like Judas, a traitor became, And stigma indelible fixt on his name. Ye valiantly fought in the battles most hot In old Revolution, or since ; and for what? To gain independence which freedom supports From British ascendance, and all foreign courts.
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We scorned to be conquered while favored with breath, Our motto was VICTORY - vict'ry or death. Come, come, fellow soldiers, our comrades of yore, Let us gird on the harness of battle once more, Repel foes without, and the foes running in, Disdain to be conquered by Brandy or Gin, Or any crowned head of the Alcohol blood, And each win a laurel in battles of God ; (Nor humor our guest and betray each ourself, As Judas, his master, for sake of the pelf.) With Washington crowned with a bright Diadem Till crowns are cast down at the feet of the Lamb ; Coequal with Father and Holiest Ghost, Salvation's Chief Captain and Marshal of host.
Artil'rists, defenders of Freedom's good laws, Enroll in the ranks of our Goddess' cause ; Then load your long nines and stand fast on the ground, Nor fear to touch match lest our foes you should wound. Don't spare for good powder for fear some should split ; Take aim with acuteness your object to hit ; Take grape, double-headed, and langrage for shot ; To blow magazines up use round, heated hot ; Then draw the bright blade and the cuticle prick ; Nor fear to make thrust that shall pierce to the quick. Let Cavalry * follow, when ranks ye have broke, With pistol and sabre repeat the dire stroke, And prove by experience when enemies reel One spur in the head exceeds two on the heel ; And makes all the horses and asses more fleet. When prancing with gambols along our front street ; Earth trembling with thunder, fierce lightnings in sky, As if the Omnipotent arm to defy.
Ye guardians and parents of children most dear, Who watch them with caution and scrupulous fear To save from calamities threatening them, As Noah, his sons did, Ham, Japheth and Shem ; Commanded by God to prepare a safe ark, Himself and his kindred therein to embark ; So, parents commanded by God in his word. Well train your dear offspring in fear of the Lord ;
* Alluding to an election of officers in a company of Cavalry ( in time that is past and gone ) at which many of the members experienced the Spur in the head to perfection, and rode riotously in confusion, during the most awful peals of thunder and most vivid streams of lightning.
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Nor mingle with Alcohol's poisonous cup The sugar, the treacle, nor honey, what not, Enticing the infant to drink it all up ; By your cultivation becoming a Sot.
Habitual drunkards, what say we to you? What can we say then, and give justice her due? With tender emotions we pity your state ; But fear that repentance will come when too late. Your state most degrading, to Bacchus mere slaves, He'll rapidly drag you quite down to your graves ; Your comrades areigone and fast going you know To premature death, and led on by your foe, Inveterate foe you will find in the end, Although you embrace him, and think him your friend : Should you still continue to follow his band, Ye'll likewise be crushed by his merciless hand ; Already he 's grabbed you between his two paws, And grins, and exhibits the fangs of his jaws ; Or smiling decoying, or growling with threat - We grin with a smile, but ye grin with regret. His breath is as poison as sting of the Asp; Exert yourselves, therefore, to break from his grasp ; Should ye be successful in such an attempt, From one leading evil ye 'll then be exempt ; Unless, like the dog, to your vomit return, And drop in the gulph of perdition to mourn.
Ye moderate drinkers, we'll look at your case, And ask, is your danger of ruin much less? Ye've entered the vortex of mis'ry and woe, When drawn to the centre, to bottom ye'll go : Perceived not, intemp'rance allures by degrees, Sips Brandy and Sugar the palate to please, To stimulate muscles, exhilirate brains, Or keep in good company that character stains. The Demon 's a warrior, in tactics well taught, Made slaughter and carnage in battles he's fought, Can show many trophies of vict'ries he's won, Has vanquished the father and wounded the son. In ambuscade often surprises his prey, More frequent in darkness, but oft in the day. Well man your redoubts, then, and be wide awake, Or by some manœuvre your castle he 'Il take. He'll batter your ramparts, to open a gap ; Defeated by sorties, attack you by sap. In paths you're patrolling, the monster ye'll meet ;
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To right about face ! then march, march ! in retreat.
Ye venders of spirits, we'll give you a Clew - To lead to repentance for what ye now do. Are ye still consenting Intemp'rance should reign For sake of the lucre and paltriest gain ? Will ye be partakers in murder and blood? Destroying your kindred, offending your God ! Or worship ye Juggernaut, Moloch or Bel? If so, human sacrifice pleases him well. Can ye hear the parents bemoaning a son Whom by your indulgence your Rum has undone? And cause the poor widow and orphans to weep? Oh! where are your consciences ? Are they asleep? Ye monsters, devoid of compunction and shame ! Though garbed like the human, unworthy the name ; Mere animals forming the shape of a man ; More worthy to rank with the furies in clan : Like vultures that follow huge Juggernaut's train,
Ye gorge with the carnage and blood of the slain : Like greediest crows upon carrion ye feed. And pluck the young corn for the sake of the seed. Can ye be so cruel for sake of the pelf ? Let each of you answer these queries yourself. We pause for your answers - no answer ye make. We leave you to ponder, repent and forsake ; Or like the deaf adder, will ye close the ear, Refusing appeals of the conscience to hear ? We ask, Are these truths, which have dropt from our pen ? If so, let the people respond their AMEN !
From pictures disgusting, we'll now turn the eye, And welcome the Goddess approaching quite nigh ; Her standard is leading the troops she commands, And trophies of victory displayed in both hands ; Her banners are waving with graceful eclat, Her troops are exulting - huzza ! and huzza !
Hail ! Temp'rance, advancing in this favored land ; Perfect thy blest purpose, and here make thy stand ; Nor let that infernal Intemp'rance destroy Communion with JESUS. the soul's greatest joy. Curtail not thy reign, thy dominion give scope From river Euphrates to Cape of Good Hope. From Lapland to Eden, abode of first man, Where Demon Intemp'rance his reign first began : From straits of Magellan to Hudson's great bay,
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From ocean Atlantic to Pacific give sway ; The islands in oceans, and isles of the seas Brood under thy pinions, thy kingdom increase ; The brave sons of Neptune, who stroll on the flood, Attract by thy magnet and guide them to God. Extend thy soft wings, and thy ensigns unfold, And sway o'er all nations thy scepter of gold ; And walk hand in hand with the Gospel of peace, Till rolling of planets, and comets shall cease. As thy true disciple the Baptist named John Became the precursor of Jesus' birth ; So Temp'rance be harbinger now or anon Of Jesus Messiah's blest reign on the earth. Thou Goddess, accept of our tribute of praise ; Sublime is the subject, but feeble our lays ; When strains of our bard with the theme we compare, They shrink less than nothing, and vanish in air. Now closing our poem, and ending our song, We 'll say - Not to us do the praises belong ; Thou Father, with Son and the Spirit Divine, We'll pay thee thy honor, the glory is thine.
The subjoined poem is inserted by permission of the author, who is a Franklin County lady and long a resident of Farmington, in the belief that it will be read with interest not only for its intrinsie merit, but for its excellent history of "Pierpole, last of the red men."
PIERPOLE, THE LAST INDIAN OF THE SANDY.
By the banks of Mussul Unsquit, By the little Sandy River, Looking at the shining water, In the pleasant August morning, Pierpole, last of all the red men "Twixt Mt. Abram and the ocean, Pierpole stood and looked and waited. All the air was full of fragrance, Odors of the fir and pine tree, All the wood was full of beauty - Full of wildness and of beauty, As he stood and looked and waited. By his side was Hannah Susup
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Faithful to her swarthy husband, By his side was Iganoose And the graceful Oppalunski.
By his side was Joseph Susup And his daughters, Kate and Hannah. " See !" he said, " My dark-eyed Hannah, Best of all the forest women, Here the maple trees are waving, Here the beech tree and the willow, And the birch for making baskets ; Here are trout and yellow salmon, Here are moose and bear and squirrel, Here is water and a fountain, Here the glorious mountain shadows ; Old Day Mountain and the others, Look upon the laughing valley Where our fathers killed the panther.
White man's axe has not been hither, Though I hear his distant footstep And the echo of his musket. Let us not desert the valley, Let us build another wigwam For our dark-faced sons and daughters."
" I can hear the white man's foot-fall Trailing up the winding valley, They are coming, they are coming, Let us go ; I do not love them," Answered Hannah, full of anger. " All the other braves have vanished, Left their hunting-grounds forever, Let us follow to the northward, Let us go to the Penobscot." But old Pierpole would not listen. "We will stay awhile," he answered, " White man's hand, is not bloody, If you clasp it like a brother. I have seen the pale-faced daughters, Seen the houses and the cattle, When I lived with my own people - With the noble Androscoggins." " Humph," then answered Hannah Susup, " All the whites are thieves and robbers ; All this country was the red man's From the sunrise to the sunset.
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They have come to steal our valleys, Steal our rivers and our mountains, Catch our fish, and eat our venison. Humph, I hate the pale-faced robbers, I can never with the white man, Smoke the pipe of peace and friendship." " Hush ! my woman," Pierpole answered, " Wisest squaw of all the Sandy, Hush ! you do not know the English. I have learned the white man's language When I lived among my people, Long before I was a captive To your own unfriendly warriors,
And you saved me from their vengeance, Gave me life and love and beauty.
White man offered corn of kindness, Red man struck me with his hatchet, See ! this scar upon my finger, Where the tomahawk has cut it, I will stay by Mussul Unsquit Till I see the white man's rifle Pointing at the Indian's wigwam,
Till he burns my corn and baskets,
Till the white man drives me hither." So, beside the Mussul Unsquit Pierpole built again his wigwam, Lived within its rustic shelter Till the white men settled round him And he saw their better dwellings ; Then he built a house of timber Down beside the running water, Where the millstream meets the river. There he caught the trout and salmon, There he killed the fox and rabbit ; There he planted corn and barley, · There drank water from a fountain Where an old pine tree was hollowed, And a notch above the bucket Let the crystal waters through it. There he made his leaden bullets With the ore from mountain caverns Never yet by white man melted.
Hannah loved her swarthy Pierpole, So she stayed and worked beside him, Hoed his corn and cooked his venison,
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Made the baskets from the birch tree - From the birch tree and the willow, Made the sugar from the maple ; Sold them to the Reads and Eastmans, To the Porters and the Hunters, To the Titcombs and the Belchers, To the Butlers and the Wendells, White men of the hills and valleys ; Sold the baskets and the sugar, But she never smiled upon them, Never spoke the white man's language, Never asked him to her fireside.
Soon the dwellings, thicker, thicker, Up and down the hills were planted, And the settlers, faster, faster, Burned the cut-down from the forest, Burned the hunting-grounds of Pierpole, Drove the salmon from the waters. "Come, my brave," said Hannah Susup, "Let us leave the Mussul Unsquit, Let us leave the Sandy River, Leave the brook and leave the mountain ; Let us find the dark Penobscots, Let us find my brave Norridgewocks Or your coward Androscoggins, Leave the white man and his village." But old Pierpole would not listen, And he smoked and smiled and waited.
Soon, the graceful Oppalunski, Best-beloved child of Pierpole, Best-beloved child of Hannah, Drooped and faded like a sapling When the woodman's axe has cut it, Died without the priestly blessing ; "Cursed of God," said Hannah Susup.
As the star-eyed Oppalunski, Looked her last upon the river, Breathed her last faint sigh of anguish, Pierpole took his faithful rifle, Aimed it toward the blue of Heaven, Saying, " Go, my Oppalunski, Go, unto the Great Good Spirit." Then he sadly took his hatchet,
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Cut the hand of Oppalunski From the wrist still warm and bleeding, Bore it through the wailing forest- Bore it weeping, wailing, praying, To the priest that he might bless it Ere they laid their best-beloved In her grave beside the river. " Cursed of God," said Hannah Susup, " Cursed of God! oh, will you hear me? Will you go to our own people ? Will you leave the pale-faced robbers? Pierpole! I will go without you If you will not take me with you." " We will go," said Pierpole, sadly, " If the curse of God be on us ; We will leave the fatal valley, Leave the millstream and the pine tree, Leave the blue ledge, and the mountain, Down the rocky Mussul Unsquit We will go ; I say not whither. Then the sad-faced, broken Pierpole, Strong and brave as he was gentle, Made canoes from birch and willow, Placed his Hannah and the children By his side, and down the river Floated, chanting as he floated.
Down the Sandy River we go. Ewayea. Ewayea. Down wherever it may flow. Ewayea. Ewayea.
Nushka. Nushka. Look not so, Ewayea. Ewayea. Look not backward, onward go. Ewayea. Ewayea.
Moon of the falling leaves shall rise. Ewayea. Ewayea. Moon of snow-shoes light the skies. Ewayea. Ewayea.
Star of the east shall twinkle still. Ewayea. Ewayea. Star of the west shall light the hill. Ewayea. Ewayea.
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The mountain shall wear its plume of snow. Ewayea. Ewayea. Onward the river still shall flow. Ewayea. Ewayea.
Thus the Indian and his children And his silent Hannah Susup Floated, chanting as he floated. Only once he stopped his rowing Stopped his chanting and his rowing Pitched his tent beside the river Where the Falls were swift and dangerous. " See," said one who looked upon them, " See, the last of all the red men, Pierpole, hunter of the Sandy, Leaves the valley of his fathers, Leaves it now, perchance, forever. See! He wears his Indian blanket, Wears his moccasins and bracelets - Wears his shining silver medal. By his side is Hannah Susup, And the little Kate and Joseph With his other dark-eyed children. He has brought dead Oppalunski, He has brought dead Iganoose, Brought their bodies in their blankets Carries them, he tells not whither.
By the Falls stayed brave old Pierpole And the sternly mournful Hannah, Until suns twice two had risen ; Then, without a word of farewell, While to Heaven still higher, higher Climbed the church the whites were building, While the ringing of the hammer, Mingled with the water's roaring, Down the current Pierpole floated, And beyond the settler's vision, Vanished his canoe forever. Where he went, no white man knoweth, Whether to Canadian waters, Whether to the rocking ocean, Whether to the banks of Menan No man knows, but down the rapids Went the Indian forever.
INDEX I.
This index refers to the historical division of the work.
ABBOT, Jacob, 173 Abbott, Abiel, 269
Alexander H., 100 102 103 239 287
Asa, 92 102 166 299
Austin, 247
Benjamin, 96 101
Edward, 290
Jacob, 102 103 182 247
Rev. John S. C., 162
Samuel P., 103 286 William T., 303
Abbott Family School, 103
Academy, built, 83; sketch of, 94 et seq .; opened, 99: conveyed to State, IOI
Adams, Asa M., 336
Benjamin, 1 50
Charles M., 212
Rev. E. T., 144
Rev. J. E., 164
John, 239 Joshua, 264 266
Moses, 49 54 63 Samuel, 68 340
Solomon, 28 31 33 41 43 44 49 55 58 59 69 71 72 78 80 81 93 128 329 332 Solomon, Jr., 122 125 T. 11., 255. 307
Adison, John, 30
Agricultural Society, ISI
Airs, Moses, 29 Alden, M. 1 .. , 268
Alexander, Dr. Charles, 212 284 Robert, 19 31 Allen, Benjamin, 92 172
Charles A., 212 247 307
Rev. Charles F., 142 143 144
Charles G., 306
Harrison, 159 286
llenry T., 212
James, 112
James, 201
John, 92 120 135 136 144
John H., 168 203 306 331
John W., 287
Joshua, 266
Newman T., 336
Rufus, 73 So 82 112
Rev. Stephen, 142 143 144
William, 63 93 98 109 262
William, Jr., 35 142
Dr. William H., 284 Winthrop, 121 124
Ames, Bailey, 167 Jacob, 179
Anderson, Hugh J., 342 John, 240 Maj. Robert, 207
Anti-Slavery Society, 178
Appleton, James, 342
Armesby, Nathan, 119
Arnold, Edgar W., 212 Thomas, 121. 124
Aroostook War, 175
Artillery, organized, 116
Associates, Reuben Colburn and his,
23 24 27 29 31 42 44 Atkins, Edmund, 120 Atkinson, Benjamin F., 339 Christopher, 122, 266 John, 30 Atwood, Leonard, 213 269
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Aud, John, 30 Aurora Borealis, 90 Austin, Benjamin, 341 Harry, 293 Jerusha, 42 John, 42 47 51 64 141
Averill, Allen, 123 Avery, Charles C., 213 John, 52 John F., 213
BACON, Josiah C., 239 Backus, John, 334
Nathan, S2 112 185 266
Nathan W., 333
Nathan W., Jr., 208 239 Zenas, 80 297
Badger, Joseph, 82
Bailey, Albert G. N., 213 Elias H., 213 Eliphalet, 45 49 64 71 73 80 SI 98 150
George W., 239
Isaac, 1 54
James, 154
John, 121 154 201 280
John F., 213
Mary, 1 59
Oliver, 45 49 51 69 80 81 98 IOI 114 138 329 332 William, 121
Baker, Barnabas, 30
J. W. H., 270
Joseph, 144
Josiah C., 213
Prince, 126
Samuel, 172 173 180 339 William, 123
Baldwin, Dexter, ISS Rev. W. W., 144
Ballard, Frederick, 123
Jonathan, 98
Bancroft, Ebenezer, 30
Bangs, Allen, 87 136 334 Augustus A., 213 Edmund T., 213 Joseph, 106 Luman J., 213
Bank, Sandy River, organized, 198; attempted robbery of 249; Franklin County Savings, 248. Baptist Church, 1 50 et seq.
Barker, Charles A., 214 Robert, 112 113
Barnard, H. C., 268 John A., 336 Barnes, Asa, 30 Phineas, 187
Bartlett, Edward, 113 122 125 Flavcl, 122 125 Thomas, 176
Bass, Jeriah M., 239 Batchelder, Peter, 30
Bates, Rev. George, 168 Ilamlet, 270 James, 182 Battle, Joseph, 44 47 64 William, 120 123
Baxter, John E., 191
Beal, Nathaniel B., 194
Beale, Daniel, 121 124 129 155 198 295 330 Daniel, Jr., 197
Hannah C., 159
Oliver, 144
Bean, George W., 148
Bear, killed, 201
Bedell, Rev. J. M., 149
Beede, Abigail, 167 Hannah R., 167
Nancy, 167
Rev. Thomas, 167 Thomas, IS5. Belcher, Abbott, 198 255 A. W. F., 168 198 256 257
Arthur F., 2So 293
Benjamin M., 112 113 114 332
Caroline W., 167
Clifford, 112 113 297
Clifford, Jr., 286
Deborah A., 167
Enoch C., 173
F. C., 307
Hannibal, 102 105 168 189 192 248 280
Hiram, 113 139 170 173 277 33º 335 Hiram, 2d, 202
Lucy G., 105 Samuel, 92 129 266 297
Samuel, 2d, 102 169 191 192 198 199 200 242 243 244 248 255 256 280 330 336 338 339 Sarah S., 256 257 S. Clifford, 214 249 256 280 289 Supply, 37 41 58 59 62 63 69 70 71 73 78 79 80 92 93 159 329 331 335 340 T. F., 32 104 200 239 William F., 256 307
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