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Col. James Morrill, formerly of Danville, which town he had represented in the legis- leture, died in this town, aged 81 years.
Alathear Church, of this town, reached the age of 89 years and 11 months.
HOLLAND.
THE VERMONT VOLUNTEER. BY HEMAN L. P. MOON .*
When Father Abra'm called for men To fill the "front and rear," Who answered him so nobly then ? Vermont's brave Volunteer.
And when our Leader called again " Three hundred thousand more," IIe proved a valiant soldier then, And kissed the flag lie bore.
When in our own Green Mountain homes, Who seems to us most dear? And who in midnight vision conies ? Ah! 'tis "our Volunteer."
To whom in fancy do we cling? From whom wish we to hear? Of whom do we delight to sing? "Tis our own Volunteer !
Who's won the name of "Patriot," Because he did not fear So be in every battle fought ? The Vermont Volunteer.
He left his home and friends behind, And " sweet-heart still more dear ;"
They called him by "the name most kind"- "My loving Volunteer !"',
"Go then," said she, "my dearest one," ( She paused a moment here),
" Whether you wield the sword or gun, Be brave, my Volunteer !"
He left his loved one's blest embrace, And, true to her advice, He met the foemen "face to face," And drove them in a trice !
Then let us twine a wreath of fame For him whom we revere; For 'tis to " us a precious name"- " The Vermont Volunteer !"
Eliphalet Littell, of this town, ate his breakfast, as usual, and went into the woods, where he was found in a short time lying on his face, dead. He was quite aged, and, it is supposed, died of disease of the heart.
In Holland, in the year 1866, a log-hut, occupied by a French family, named Gilmore, took fire and was burned. A little child, two years old, perished in the flames, while
one six years old barely escaped. The pa- rents were absent at the time.
IRASBURGH. MAJOR AMASA BARTLETT.
Amasa Bartlett, Major of Ninth Regiment of Vermont Volunteers, died near Newbern, N. C., on the 16 March.
He was a son of Seth and Asenath (Hug- gins) Bartlett, and was born in Bennington, Vt., 8 May 1835, but in early childhood re- moved with his parents to Coventry, where he was brought up. He was one of four brothers who became lawyers. After obtain- ing a suitable academical education, he com- menced the study of law with J. L. Edwards, Esq., of Derby, continued it with Hon. T. P. Redfield, of Montpelier, and ended with Jesse Cooper, Esq., of Irasburgh. He was admit- ted to the Orleans County Bar at the June Term 1857, and in the following September removed to Kansas, where he established himself in practice at St. George.
Though young in years and in the pro- fession, he was elected, early in 1858, State's Attorney for Pottawattomie Co., and, in the ensuing fall was elected to the Kansas legis- lature from the representative district consist- ing of that County and an adjoining one. In both these offices he acquitted himself credit- ably. In June, 1859, he returned to Ver- mont, and entered into partnership at Iras- burgh, with his former instructor, Jesse Cooper, Esq. This introduced him at once into a large and very miscellaneous business, in which he proved himself " honest, capable, and faithful." He continued in practice at Irasburgh about 3 years, in the mean time re- ceiving his brother, Leavitt Bartlett, Esq., into partnership in place of Mr. Cooper.
When the 9th Regiment was called for, he decided to abandon his practice and go into the service of the country. About the first of June, 1862, lie received recruiting papers, and in the remarkably short space of nine working days he had recruited a company .- Upon its organization he was elected Captain. He shared the various fortunes of the 9th Regiment, was with it at the siege of Suffolk and the surrender of Harper's Ferry, endured the vexations of the long inaction at Chicago as paroled prisoner, and went joyfully to ac- tive service at Newbern. When the late Major Jarvis was killed, he was deputed to accompany the remains to Vermont, and was soon after promoted to the vacant office
* Mr. Moon, we are informed by a letter, "has issued a staall volume of poems."-Ed.
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His last sickness was very short. He was unwell a few days prior to 14 March, but was on duty till that day. He was then taken with brain fever, accompanied by con- vulsions, and survived only two days. His remains were conveyed to Coventry, where they were buried 27 March, on which occasion a discourse. on " The Christian Patriot" was delivered by the writer of this notice.
Major Bartlett was eminently a Christian patriot. He did not leave his religion at home when he went into the army, as the manner of some is. It was a part of his daily life, as constant and conspicuous as the insig- nia of his rank. He looked after the moral and religious interests of his men as diligent- ly as he cared for their health and discipline. His tent was the place of a regular prayer meeting of which he was the conductor, and his faithful endeavors for the good of his men were not without valuable results. P. H. W. Coventry, 28 March, 1864.
THE FIRST NEWSPAPER IN IRASBURGH.
In the Summer of 1845, E. Rawson came into the County and solicited patronage for a newspaper to be published at Irasburgh ; and, after canvassing the larger portion of the County, issued the first number on the 13th of August. The particular encourage- ment, which led him to undertake the enter- prise, was the post-office regulation which allowed newspapers to be carried free in the mails to all places within 30 miles of the place where published. The political de- partment of this paper was conducted on a somewhat novel plan-one by which the readers were to be supplied with the ideas and arguments of each of the existing politi- cal parties, and which would seem calculated to give to each man a better opportunity to judge for himself what his political duties were, than by any other plan.
The purchase of printing materials for the office of publication, was made by a subscrip- tion, by a sort of joint stock operation, in which several of the leading citizens of Iras- burgh joined.
The next year Congress altered the postage law, in the particular above alluded to, and, in consequence, the hopes of the publisher were somewhat dampened; but, by the aid of the friends he had acquired in the County, he struggled on, and sustained the publication. under his discouragements. The paper was
first issued a small sized sheet-18 by 24 inches-but, at the commencement of the second year, it was enlarged to the size of 20 by 29 inches. In September, 1847, Mr. Raw- son sold out his interest in the establishment to Mr. A. G. Conant, who published the paper till near the April following, at which time he failed, and Mr. Rawson resumed its publication, which he continued, with gradually increasing encouragements, till May 20, 1850.
The reason of the discontinuance of the " Record" was because the prominent men of the Whig party had encouraged another man to propose the establishing of a party publi- cation ; when the publisher of the " Record," thinking it unwise to try to sustain it, under the circumstances, discontinued it.
E. RAWSON.
Hon. Geo. Nye, for the last forty or more years, a resident of Irasburgh, died in that town, on the 24th ult., of congestion of the lungs, aged about 65 years (186 -. )
Samuel Lathe-convicted of murder, at Irasburgh, Feb. 7th, 1852, sentenced to be executed after one year. Sentence commuted by the Legislature, in November, 1852, to 15 years imprisonment-pardoned by the Gov- ernor November 24th, 1856.
JUNIOR APPLIED TO FEMALE NAMES .- It is seldom that a mother and daughter having the same Christian name are distinguished otherwise than as Mrs and Miss ; but a single instance of the daughter's being called junior has come to my knowledge. Among the grantees in the charter of Irasburgh, Vt. ap- pear the names of Jerusha Enos and Jerusha Enos Jr., well known to be the wife and daughter of one of the early settlers .- Histor- ical Magazine, N. Y.
ADMISSION TO THE ORLEANS COUNTY BAR (name omitted in this paper, among Intro ductory County papers)-LEAVITT BARTLETT June, 1859.
JAY.
OBITUARY .- Aug. 11, 1866, Mrs. Hopestill Chase, relict of the late Jonathan Chase, aged 87 years. She remembered distinctly the return of her father to his home, at the close of the old Revolutionary war. She lived to see five grandsons go forth in defence of their country, in the late Rebellion, and lived to witness their return.
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LOWELL.
FROM THE TOWN CLERK.
I received these papers [the proofs of Low- ell history given] in the absence of my son, D. Eugene Curtis. I have corrected his pa- pers, which are few, as he had recourse to records in my office, and from inhabitants now living here, that first settled in town, viz. J. Harding, Abel Curtis, and Mrs. H. Metcalf, and Mr. Seely's papers. Eugene's version is the most correct, as my records will show ; other places I do not know where he got his information. It must be from legends of old times.
What the Catholic Bishop put in, is correct -all but the number of families represented ; not more than half of the number reside in town. I should think the rest represent towns around.
DON B. CURTIS, Town Clerk.
[The Bishop was asked to give the number of Catholics who attend the Catholic minis- trations in Lowell, and so did. As Mr. Cur- tis supposes, many of the families belong to neighboring towns, where, as yet, they have no Catholic services, and, as the Bishop has already stated in another of his characteristic, brief, and correct papers, found in this depart- ment; in which he does not, however, count the large families always found among this people, and thus show so large a congregation as he might, but simply gives the number of families .- Ed.]
Alpha Allyn states that 9 persons only signed the petition for the change of the name of this town, from the original (Kellyvale) to Lowell.
" Mr. Burdick of this town, in digging a well, dug out a toad, five feet from the surface, and, three feet lower, found a second, the earth above and around being so hard as to need a pick to loosen it. They became lively soon after being released from their solitary confinement. The lowest one had a nest made of what appeared like grass of this years growth, ( Oct. '69.)
NEWPORT.
NEWPORT HOUSE, at the head of Lake Mem - phremagog, is really a commodious and ele- gant hotel.
Among the hotel arrivals at the Memphre- magog House, Newport, Vt., June 17, were the following :
His Royal Highness, Prince Arthur ; Sır John Young, Gov. Gen'l. of Canada ; Lady ' Young ; Col. Elphenstein and Col. Earle, ( Prince's Staff ) ; Hon. Hugh Allan, Miss Allan, P. Q .; Mr. Pickard, Miss Storrs, and Mr. Turville.
The party came in a pleasure yacht of Hon. Hugh Allyn's and were finely entertained by Mr. Bowman of the Memphremagog House."
This town has now a wholesale trade, and with its academy, printing-presses, churches, &c., is one of the finest growing towns in the State.
IN MEMORIAM; MRS. D. M. CAMP AND INFANT SON. BY MRS. MARY JANE PERKINS.
Mournfully the bell's slow peals were flung, The sunny hills and waters o'er- Sad requiem of the loved and young, Gone to the silent, waveless shore; Gone in the noontide of the gay Spring-time, Blossom and bud, to that fairer clime.
For the " Angel of Death" o'er that home Spread darkly his heaviest pall, And love's sweet flowers, now shrouded in gloom, Lie withered and desolate all ;
As ye bear them away, away to their rest- Fair young mother, sweet babe on her breast
And these are thy benisons, Ohl Earth, The blighted heart, and the broken dream, Hope's fairy mirage that fades at its birth, Love's meteor flash o'er the dark stream; But, beyond this home of the shroud and pall, Lies the land of the palm and coronal.
Mourner, hast thou not in thy sorrow here
Visions of that immortal shore ?
Comes not to thy listening ear Voices of loved ones gone before?
Giving thee strength for the battle of life,
Cheering thee on, 'mid its wearisome strife.
Why should ye weep for the early gone? Why should ye mourn for the early blest ? They sweep the harps of heavenly tone, In that land of pure and perfect rest ; Then trustfully leave, 'neath the dark mould,
Hearts tender and true, now pulseless and cold.
For the soul freed from sin shall awake, Awake in that emerald city of light, O'er whose skies no tempest-clouds break, O'er whose splendor cometh no night ; By them its peaceful streets shall be trod, There is life for them by the throne of their God.
BEREFT. BY MISS M. L. SMITH .*
O God! it is a long and weary way !
At every step thorns pierce our bleeding feet ! Our hearts grow faint with longings, all the day, O'er vanished love-light, and the faded clay ;
O Lifel how much of bitter with the sweet !
* A young lady who has been residing in Newport the past two years.
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Pity us, Father ! for the darksome night Droops like a pall o'er all the coming years ! Stretch forth Thy hand and lead us to the light, And, as we climb the rugged mountain height, Help us to look upward thro' these falling tears 1
Death, Death! how stern thy teachings ! oh how brief How insignificant our toil and care! Thou reap'st our treasures in thy garnered sheaf; And, in the shadow of the mightier grief, All else vanishes in viewless air !
O stricken, suffering, loving Son of God, All, all the agony to Thee is known ! The path we tread Thy weary footsteps trod ! O let Thy love uphold us 'neath the rod, Till morning breaks and earthly shadows flee!
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Sleeping, sleeping-sweetly sleeping, Where the weeping dewdrops fall, And the gentle winds are breathing- Beauty wreathing over all !
Sleeping! oh that restful slumbering, Thro' the numb'ring, gliding years,- While we wake in arms of sorrow To the morrow steeped in tears 1
Sleeping! daylight's golden glim'ring, And the shimmering silent stars,
Whisper of a deathless morning, Dawning thro' heaven's shadowy bars !
Sleeping ! thro' the gleaming portal Of immortal, fadeless day, May we with our lost ones gather, Loving Father, ne'er to stray !
" VERMONT FARMER - Royal Cummings, Proprietor ; T. H. Hopkins, Editor. New- port, Saturday, Dec. 9, 1870. Vol. 1., No. 1. Terms $ 1.00 per annum. Published every Saturday at Newport, Orleans Co., Vt."
ADDITIONAL ORLEANS COUNTY PAPERS AND ITEMS.
[ The foregoing was stereotyped before Volume II was issued. We give the following items and papers gathered since.]
BARTON.
Among the men indentified with the his- tory of Orleans County, now removed, who should also be remembered, is
ARAUNAH AUGUSTUS EARLE,
formerly, and till of late, identified with the Orleans Independent Standard published at Barton-now of St Johnsbury-A. A. Earle, born at Hyde Park, Lamoille Co, Feb, 25, 1826, removed to Chateaugay N. Y, at the age of 4 years ; was apprenticed to Wendell Lansing in the office of the Essex County Republican, Apr. 8, 1842; remained nearly 3 years : came back to Vermont in 1845 ; after working as journeymen in several offi- ces in Burlington, Montpelier and other places and itinerating at the West and in the South several years, crossed the Continent on foot in 1852; setting out from Kansas City, Mis- souri, April 28, with a company of Missis- sippians, with whom he started from Holly Springs, Mississippi, the same month.
Arriving at Portland, Oregon, in. August, worked in the office of the Oregonian, Times, and Standard, in that City, afterwards in Or- egon City in the office of the Statesman, then at Salem and at Olympia in Washington Ter- ritory, returning to Vermont in the fall of 1854, when he was for a short time one of the editors of the Gazette at Irasburgh: that pa- per being sold out, he established the Orleans Independent Standard, in Irasburgh, Jan. 4,
[1856, where he published it ten years, when the paper was removed to Barton Jan, 1, 1866, where it was published by him until (Nov. 14, 1871). He established the Nation- al Opinion at Bradford, June, 1867, and pub- lished it 18 months ; is at this time editor and proprietor of the Times, at St. Johnsbury, which Mr. E. thus announced : *
" We have been so long connected with the Standard and so closely identified with the interests of the people of Orleans county that we have come to regard it as the Eden of our state. But circumstances in which we are now placed makes it advisable to sell.
We want the money we get for our first love to buy a blanket to cover the nakedness of our St. Johnsbury elephant. The Standard is the first paper we ever were connected with for any great length of time, and we have been so long its editor that it is like rending the heart strings to give it over to another; but in doing it we are pleased to know that it is transferred into such exc el- lent keeping as our Newport contemporary. Both Mr. Camp and his paper are well known to our patrons. By diligence and industry he has made the Express second to none in the State as a general and local newspaper, while its list stands well up toward the head in point of numbers-as it now does by its union with the Standard stand at the head of republican papers in Vermont. We hope it may prove beneficial to both Mr. Camp and our old and long tried patrons-those who have seen us victorious in ninety-nine of our hundred fights. Some
* Since this was written Mr. E. has sold out the Times to Mr. F. J. Dalton .- Ed.
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will be incensed at the change, while others will be pleased. It is not possible to please all. That the paper will be more satisfac- tory by the union of the two there can be no doubt. The county can better support one than two. By concentrating our energies upon a given point, we are better able to
carry that point, and if an editor has the | From where St. Lawrence's frantic floods meet wild united support of the whole county he will Atlantic's sands, be better able to furnish a more newsy and To Champlain's calm and crystal depths roved free and happy bands. readable sheet than he can with a divided patronage."
Mr Earle, as an editor, is spicy-sometimes caustic-with friends and enemies plenty.
But we intend not to give biographies of living men-the following will give an idea of his poetic talent.
BY THE CONNECTICUT.
BY A. A. EARLE.
'Twas harvest eve when last adown thy winding stream I strayed ;
Each silver star was shining far o'er hill and grassy glade ;
The pale round moon, effulgent, poured her rays of liquid light,
As slowly, proudly up she rolled, the peerless queen of night.
The whispering winds that sadly sighed the sultry summer day,
But wantoned with thy limpid drops, then sped them on their way ;
Thy winsome waters caught the strain, and sweeping grand and free,
Together sang an anthem old as angel minstrelsy.
The husbandman with weary feet had to his home returned;
To shun the labors of the day, his manly soul had spurned;
The frugal meal-toil sweetened-o'er, and care and sorrow fled,
His household all in unison breathe blessings on his head.
While pond'ring, wond'ring thus I strolled, my soul in pensive cast.
I dwelt upon the future years and sorrowed o'er the past ;
I saw Oppression's iron car where Terror rears her throne,
Move mournfully yet surely on, and heard her victims groan.
In mem'ry, saw I once again the Indian's birchen boat Skim softly o'er from shore to shore, lightly as fairies float.
The Indian climbed the mountain's cliff and scaled its craggy crest,
That like a giant, old and grim, lay mirrored on thy breast.
The eagle in her eyrie on Monadnock's rocky height, In craven fear at his wild cheer her pinions plumed for flight.
The fierce Algonquins of the north-unconquered kings in fray,
Swooped grandly down in untamed pride to Narragan- sett Bay.
The Micmacs and Pokonokets, Pequots and Iroquois, In warlike trim each marshaled him in reaper Death's employ,
And Metamora, Massasoit, King Philip's tireless braves,
Have reached their happy hunting grounds-they sleep in glorious graves.
Ah, nevermore shall streamlet's shore give greeting to their tread.
A grim and spectral cavalcade moves through the realms of shade.
Kind spirit of the dreamy past, whose truths unceas- ing flow,
Pray tell how passed from earth away-and speak in whispers low.
Each breath that fans the fevered brow, the west winds' solemn sigh,
With pen of sadness on my soul engrave this stern reply :
The Christian came with sword and flame-farewell peace, honor now !
With hands uplifted high to heaven, I hear his solemn vow ; .
Like some foul bird's ill-omened wing that flaps in empty air,
I see the treach'rous Mayflower's sails-I list the pil- grim's prayer.
I see that despot band kneel low on Plymouth's hos- tile shore,
While mingling their ascriptions grand with ocean's wintry roar;
No deep-toned organ's thrilling notes, nor quaint ca- thedral bell,
Keeps time or tune in harmony with their rich an- them's swell.
The prayers are said, the songs are o'er. the Indian in amaze
Now hears the deadly rifle ring! liis wigwam sees ablaze !
He yields him to the Pilgrim steel as sands yield to the wave!
He lived an untamed nobleman and died no lordling's slave.
Farewell, bright stream! still dost thou roll thy mur- m'ring floods along
Where wave rich fields of golden grain and rustic reap- ers throng.
No poet pencil ever traced sublimer scenes than thine ! None, save the golden streams of heaven, than thee are more divine.
OUR DARLING.
Adown the old and winding street, She went but yesterday ; And chased the hours with busy feet, That now are stilled for aye.
Close folded are the dimpled hands Upon a snowy breast,
Like opals plucked from silver sands, Or rose-buds, angel-pressed.
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Rar, ringiets clustered on her brow, i or bribe, nor gold might win ; The angels asked for her, and now Our all is garnered in.
Two eyes that shamed the stars abovc; She breathed the balm of flowers; And this is why our bud of love Blooms in the heavenly bowers.
A. A. EARLE.
OUR DARLING SLEEPS.
Soft, softly and low the warm breezes blow, And the solemn old pines are sighing, But softer and low runs the brook below, Where the pride of our soul is lying.
By the brooklet she sleeps, Where it eddies and leaps In many a wild cascade, And the swinging stars, Drop their silver bars On meadow and glen and glade.
Not lonely and sad are the hearts once glad- Though the cuckoo now calls to her mate, For our sparkling gem in God's diadem, Sits and shines by the Beautiful Gate, By the brooklet she sleeps, &c.
And she sleeps-yes, sleeps, where th' wild willow weeps,
And its arms clasp the cold mossy stone ;
Where the song bird's sing glad welcome to spring Till the song and the sunlight are one. By the brooklet she sleeps, &c.
An echo, I know, is this streamlet's flow, Of the waves of that Golden River, By whose sun· lit marge floats an angel barge, And her soul dwelleth there forever.
By the streamlet she sleeps, Where it laughingly leaps In many a wild cascade, And the swinging stars, Send their silver bars On meadow and glen and glade. A. A. EARLE.
CHRISTMAS HYMNS. I.
On Judea's plains once rose the song, All nature joined the choir ;
A Saviour's birth employed each tongne, And struck each angel lyre.
Our Saviour came ! Our Christ was born ! ! High alleluias sing !
Blessed then the night, and blessed the morn . Let Heaven's high altars ring !
Father, for this we bless Thy name; O make our hearts sincere ! Lo! In the dust to hide their shame, Thy children now appear.
Like mountains, Lord, thy mercies are; Like shoreless soas thy love;
Watch, watch us then, with tend'rest care, Thy sure compassion prove.
Lost! Lost ! O God-but Thy dear Son Can save such worms as we ; Then Saviour-Prince of David's line ! Take-take us home to Thee.
A. A. E.
II.
Let all who love the Lord, proclaim The crucified Redeemer's name, Till every land shall own his sway, And nations learn the wond'rous Way.
Bend low the knee to Bethle'm's child,
Whose peaceful banner rules the world, } His name, his power, his righteousness, All lands shall own-all lands shall bless.
When ev'ry nation, tribe and tongue, In accents sweet his name have sung, In power and glory shall he come To bear earth's ransomed children home.
O praise the Lord ! Shout-shout his name, And set the heavenly cho'r aflame! Lift high to Him each taneful soul, Nor cease the song while time shall roll. .
High raise his banner then on earth, And shout that name of matchless worth, Strike lute and lyre, his peans swell, Who conquers death, the grave, and hell.
A. A. E.
CAPT. ENOCH H. BARTLETT OF BROWNINGTON AND COVENTRY.
BY REV. P. H. WHITE.
Among the sons whose death Coventry was called in the late war to mourn, there is none whose loss was more keenly felt than that of Capt. Enoch H. Bartlett of the 3d Regiment, who was killed May 3d 1864, while gallantly leading his company against the rebels.
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