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Alanson Folsom,
1 Chas. A, Savory, M. D.,
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Cyrus M. Fiske, M. D.,
1 Joel Spaulding, M. D.,
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Isaac A. Fletcher, Esq.,
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Mrs. S. Spaulding,
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Stephen Fifield,
1 Mrs. C. Whitney,
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D. P. Gage, M. D.,
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David Wells,
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John W. Graves, Hon.,
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Albert Wheeler,
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Joseph R. Hayes, Dr.,
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Samuel Horn, Esq.,
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George Hedrick,
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Dr. James C. Ayer,
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Moses Howe, Esq.,
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Marden & Rowell, Pub.,
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Andrew F. Jewett, Esq.,
1 Samuel T. Manahan,
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PITTSFIELD, N. H.
Wm. C. Adams, Esq.,
2 J. L. Marsh,
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P. H. Adams,
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J. P. Nutter,
A. W. Adams,
1 F. C. Nutter,
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John Berry,
1 Daniel T. Neale,
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Lewis Bunker,
1 H. H. Pierce,
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Owen Brock,
1 A. C. Pierce,
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S. H. Clark,
G. S. Ring, 1
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Jeremiah Clark,
1 G. H. Sanborn,
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Charles F. Collins,
1 R. P. J. Tenney, Hon.,
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Charles French,
1 H. A. Tuttle,
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R. L. French,
1 Thomas H. Thorndike,
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Abraham French, 2d, C. S. French,
1 Andrew J. Young,
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. O. F. Ham,
1 Everett Jenkins,
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Joseph Jenkins,
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A. C. Smith,
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Melvin J. Jenkins,
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BOSTON, MASS.
John F. Banchor, Esq., Geo. S. Banchor,
3 Wm. E. Nutter,
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Boston Public Library,
1 Samuel P. Riddler, Esq.,
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Col. Thos. E. Barker,
4 Mrs. L. M. Standish,
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3 Mrs. B. T. Savage,
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1 Miss E. F. Wallace, 1
1 James L. Woodhouse,
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F. C. Plunkett, M. D.,
Ira Caverly,
1 Joseph A. Janvrin, Capt.,
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1 G. Kimball, M. D.,
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10 Wm. Parsons Lunt, Esq.,
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Samuel G. Drake, Hon., Fred. F. French, Esq., D. B. Gove, Esq.,
1 F. W. White,
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1 E. B. Patch, Hon.,
Rufus B. Hilliard,
H. Wright, 1
John O. Green, M. D.,
Mrs. H. E. Jewett,
4 Geo. W. Adams,
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CONCORD, N. H.
No. Vols.
Andrew Bunker, Esq.,
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I. L. Pickering,
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1 Mrs. N. P. Rines, 1
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Mrs. Mary H. Smart,
1 Mrs. L. A. Smith,
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1 L. D. Stevens, Esq.,
Howard F. Hill, Esq.,
E. S. Nutter, Esq.,
G. L. Nutter, Esq.,
2 Geo. E. Pendergast,
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MANCHESTER, N. H.
Lewis W. Clark, Att. Gen., 5 C. H. Marshall, for City Library, 1
M. V. B. Edgerly, Esq.,
John C. French, Esq.,
Seth T. Hill, Esq.,
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J. K. Stevens, Esq., 1
H. D. Lord,
OTHER PLACES.
J. W. Pickering, Charlestown, Ms. 1
John Connell, Gilmanton, N. H., 1
Jeremiah Blake, M. D. 66
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Charles A, Hatch, 1
Isaac G. Piper, 1
Thos. Coggswell, Esq., 1
Mrs. John Kent, Portsmouth, N.H. 1
John A. George, Esq., 66
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Lafayette Newall, 66
E. P. S. Sherburne, Esq., 1
F. C. Drew, Esq .. Lawrence, Ms., 1
G. W. Garland, M. D.,
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Ebenezer Nutter, Lynn, Mass., 1
A. F. L. Norris, Esq., 1
Jolın Huckins, Strafford, N. H.,
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John C. Peavey, Esq., 66
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Mrs. R. B. Peavey, 1
Wm. Hale, Esq., Barrington, N.H. 1 Daniel Caverly, Esq., 66 1 Mrs. Nancy Cox, Holderness, N.H. 1 J. E, Bunker, Karson, Minn., 1
H. C. Canney, Auburn, N. H., 1
N. B. Edwards, M. D., Chelms- ford, Mass., 1
Public Library, Exeter, N. H., 1 A.C.Newall, M.D., Farmington, Me., 1
Frank Emerson, Esq., 1
Charles H. Pitman, 66 1 Eben James, Esq.,Tyngsboro', Ms., 1 John P. Dennett, Gloucester, Ms., 1 Herbert E. Dennett, 1 66
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Natt Head, Esq., Hooksett, N. H., 1 Lyman Hodgdon, Dover, N. H., 1 1 George G. Lowell, 66
Jackson Newall, 1 1
Geo. P. Demerett,
John F. Hayes,
Dr. C. M. Murphy,
J. H. Pickering, Salem, Mass., John Pierce, Esq., Portland, Me., W. F. Horne, Rochester, N. H., Mrs. Ellen Lougee,
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1 David F. Kaime, St. Louis, Mo., James Kaime, Canterbury, N. H., George Montgomery, Newbury- port, Ms., 1
J. D. Nichols, M. D., Tewksbury, Mass ..
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A.H.Quint, Rev .. New Bedford, Ms., 1 Charles Ridler, Maplewood, Ms., 1 John G. Sinclair, Hon., Littleton, N. H. 6
Mary G. Sanborn, South New Mar- ket, N. H., 1
Albert G. Thompson, N. Y. City, 2 Dr. P. H. Wheeler, Alton, N. H., 1 Oliver Waldron, Madbury, N. H., 1 Joseph C. Russell, Laconia, N. H., 1 Geo. W. Woodhouse, 66 1 Mrs. Mary J. Clogston, 1
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2 C. D. Newell, 1
Mrs. Wm. A. Chesley, Charles Dennett, Geo. S. Dennett, Joseph French, Esq.,
Mrs. J. P. Hill,
1 Wm. Shackford,
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2 Mrs. R. S. Webster, 1
5 J. P. Newell, Esq., 5
1 C. W. Stanley, 1
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Daniel Marcy, Hon.,
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J. P. Rand, M. D., Hartford, Vt,, Spofford D. Jewett, Rev., Middle- field, Conn., 2 1
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OBLIVION.
[A SEARCH FOR THE RECORD.]
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O, thou unfettered, unforbidden foe To man's proud purpose, history or fame ! Thou art a bane to all who live below, Fearful for slumberings, that never wake again.
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In stealth for aye ye creep creation o'er With a midnight cloud to cover all below it, Where generations stood that lived of yore In story brave-man never more shall know it.
3 High in the hills I stand beneath the gloom, That bilges pendent o'er a bleaky brow, To cast a flower on many a crumbling tomb, For hearts heroic half forgotten now.
4 Give me thine aid, ye Gods of early date, Or native nymph, or spirit from above ! Snatch from the fangs of unrelenting Fate The fading memories of paternal love !
5 Half halting there, beseeching and besought, With harp unstrung in tuneless silence laid, A gallant lady to my vision brought The grave-yard gates of Barnstead's honored dead.
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6 "Sing now," said she, " the deeds of other days, Wake once again thy tired strings anew ; Our fathers old, their rude and rustic ways, Their frugal, faithful pilgrimage review."
7 Then straightaway, while dawn in lovely light, Doth come to gild the purple hills with gold ; While mild October from the forest bright Displays proud colorings beauteous to behold, 8 She turns, meanders, where departing night Hath spread the vales in pathless pearly dews ; And where old Time had cast his baleful blight In days of yore,-sweet garlands there she strews.
9 Down thence afar, in all the varied fields, In valley low, in upland fresh and fair. Wild, at her feet the nodding floweret yields Obeisance grateful to her presence there ;
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Where long ago, advancing sad and slowly, Processions came, dark, winding on the way, From plaintive prayer, and exhortations holy, They bore their kindred tenderly away.
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Deep there she dwells, where now the sainted dead, 'Neath mossy mound, or sod with briers set, In pent-up lanes, or careful corners laid, Long, tardy years in loneliness have slept.
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To trace rude records, latent, there beclouded, A line of love, a stanza quaint, sublime, Or some old text, which nature hath beclouded, Beneath the tears of overwhelming Time.
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13 Full forty days her faithful fingers gather From granite gray or sable slab of old, In uncouth rhymes, yet sentimental rather, The last sad tale which fond affection told;
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Told from the soul when fettered in affliction, Beneath a cloud high from the heavens hung ; Nor prayer, nor faith, nor bounteous benediction Assuaged the grief that clustered where it clung. 15
Here many a neighbor, curious at the call, Holding a helping hand, came, gathered near, And priest and people, draped in homespun, all Brought regal honors to a rugged bier.
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Here stood a father, deep in sorrow, mild, A mother bending o'er her manly boy, A lonely daughter led a little child, And left a tear to a true departed joy.
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Here stood the soldier, strong in revolution, Whose heart, it failed not, firm in battle, brave For freedom fair, for God and constitution, Valiant for aye,-it faltered at the grave.
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O, God, that gives us sympathetic tears, That fosters love in the kingdoms all around, Why should the page of patriotic years Be lost, forgotten, never to be found ?-
19 Why, like the works of distant boundless ages, While rambling red-men wandered through the wold, Whose only record lingers on the pages, Left brief from hearsay, of the English old,
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20 Should that be lost ! forgotten, shall they vanish, Primeval deeds of brave New England days ? O give me pride, a cultivation clanish, A filial faith, to pen heroic praise !
Shame on the cur, unworthy of a collar, Lured of a lie, holds never his master's place ! Yet not unlike him, he that hugs the dollar, Nor spares a dime for the annals of his race. 22 Then let the luckless day that bore him perish ! Let the night that bred him deep in darkness lie ! For him no charm shall Nature deign to cherish, No balm of earth, nor bliss from God on high!
23 Where shall he rest, who knows no thought paternal, Nor has a heed for anything but self ? With aspirations fruitless, frail, infernal ; Favored of heaven, yet pants for paltry pelf!
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Make him a grave in some old boggy meadow, In a desert drear, beyond the hooting owl, Where the summer cloud shall never show a shadow, Unseen of the bird, abhorred of beasts that prowl-
25 And bury him low; let solitude attend him- No star for the night, no genial dawn of day, Nor sight nor sound let Nature deign to lend him, Save from the jackal digging for his prey !
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Kindness "to him who shows it" is but just; Earth's charities are favored of the skies ; Her sinful self must sink to sordid dust ; Her rich rewards are waiting for the wise.
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27 Give me the man that has a soul within him, A heart for heaven, a hand for a noble deed ; That lives to learn, and learns to carry in him God's golden rule, the emblem of his creed ! 28
Return me hence, from unreserved digression, To the vale below, where, faithful to a vow, That lady wandering strives to give expression To unique phrase, time-worn, half hidden now.
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The grave-gate turns its hopeful hinges fair, As if to help a welcome heart within; The dead are heedful-angels have a care To such a mission, true they " work to win." 30*
For, now while twilight burns the western sky, Down from a cloud that hovers o'er the tomb, Sprite voices come-I seem to see them nigh- And one " Lone Star " to dissipate the gloom.
Am I asleep, and am I dreaming now ? Is there no God to move the spheres above ? No angel voice to breathe a tender vow, No sainted soul to tell us of his love ?
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Indeed, I see them in the sabled cloud, The manhood meek of earthy olden time, Of Mary, there, they whisper long and loud, From heaven all, and equally divine.
33+ Sure he is there, whose banner bright unfurled, Bore on its folds that beauteous beaming "Star; " Who preached salvation to a dying world, And left it better than he found it, far.
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34* I see the soul that followed many a day, The-miry beasts that dragged the plow along, The frugal heart in all its rustic way That cheered these vales with piety and song.
35 Note there, the youths so brief in earth's career, Who brought rich harvests to the help of age, Whose noble natures brave, fraternal, dear, Bequeathed to the world a pure historic page.
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Note there, the sprite of fated Indian life, Whose arrow clings to the farthest distant cloud, Whose vengeance flashes in the heavens rife, Beyond the mountains murmuring yet aloud.
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Note there, the pilgrim, first of all that came, Who led the white-man, trained him for the skies, In all this earthly round, who fanned the flame That fired a nation's faith, and made it wise.
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Note there, a daughter, sainted, favored, free, Held once beloved, angelic always found, Who sought the shades of yonder towering tree, There to recline the eternal years around.
39 High on these hills, she'd wandered in her childhood, Briefly to dance sweet summer days along, And oft in flowery vale, or waving wild-wood, Inspired the blue-bird with her little song.
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There, long ago, beneath green branches youthful, They thither laid her, true, more tender never, Still, still that old birch tree is heavenward, truthful, Bearing brave honors to that loved one, ever.
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THEY VISIT MAGGIE'S TREE.
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Kind spirits flit within its aged boughs ; Bright night hath come to lave its leaves with tears ; Soft zephyrs sigh their wonted tender vows To "Maggie," faithful, slumbering fifty years.
42 . Ten thousand days' bright dawn has lit upon it, Ten thousand nights' sweet stars soft glittering there, Ten thousand wild birds, lovely, warbling on it, Have brought oblations to my Maggie fair.
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Earth's tardy years are nothing in His sight, Who rolls the spheres in majesty above ; Whose sun, on high, is but a candle light To lead frail mortals to a throne of love.
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Yet have these years worked wonders in their way, Bright links they've formed in the eternity of time ; They've laid the Pilgrim old, earth-loved away, They've given to God the patriot pure, divine.
45 Brave heaven-taught hosts, our fathers, mothers, all ! I hail their presence in the purpled air ! Deep in the vale approvingly they call Kind commendation, true, to Mary there.
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Calmly they scan her late benighted wanderings, Her faith in God, her truth in every duty, Her care for kindred, her pencilings and ponderings, Earth's favored form, and life's transcendent beauty.
47 While turning now the finished field away, Ten times they thank her in that mission free ; Ten times they chant a soft angelic lay, Sweet, like the zephyrs in that ancient tree.
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48 Ah! What a change! Fair dawn hath lost her light ; The murky shades have mantled Earth and Main ! Yet soon afar the gentle Queen of Night, High on the mountains, lights them up again.
49 Oh, what a world of glory shines above us ! What boundless realms, what beauty beams below ! What constant faith, and care from Him who loves us ! And all for what ? Frail nature ne'er can know !
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Ye stately heights, that stand against the sky ; Ye ocean waves, that dash a boundless shore ; From Beauty-hill I scan ye now on high, Eternal there, majestic as of yore !
51 Thine were the tribes of vast uncounted years, The wigwam wild indeed was thine alone; Thine was the pride of pilgrim pioneers, The white-man's hamlet and the halcyon home !
52 Hail! happy hills, and valleys lovely green, Fair flocks in pastures which the fathers trod; Old Suncook rolls, sweet flowery fields between, Her mountain peaks are pointing up to God !
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Awake, ye sons and favored daughters true ! To faith and works there is a treasured crown- A glorious morn is breaking bright for you, While at your door I lay your annals down.
54 Farewell! my long-loved, native hills, for aye ! Your own bright waters never more I'll see ! I'll bear your beauty in my soul away, Where Jewett slumbers, waiting but for me ! *Page 122.
R. B. C. Barnstead, August 31, 1872.
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