ocese of Boston was sixty-five, forty-eight in the territory now included in said diocese, and seventeen in what are now the dioceses of Springfield and Fall River.
There are now over six hundred priests laboring in this diocese, and four hundred and twenty-two in the dioceses of Springfield and Fall River, while the Catholic population of the archdiocese is nearly one million, and of the remainder of the State about five hundred thousand.
The awful famine which prevailed in Ireland about 1840 drove many of the inhabitants, with their families, to seek a living across the seas.
A goodly number settled in Boston, and a few drifted to Medford in the ship-building industry.
These stalwart pioneers had held tenaciously to the faith of their fathers, and had been going to Boston to worship in the Moon street church, to Charlestown, to South Boston, and then to North Cambridge, where the Rev. Manasses Doherty officiated in St. Peter's Church. But in 1849 they felt that they were numer
ter containing inquiries which suggest two of our following articles.
Our correspondent, a former Medford boy, writes I was familiar with [Meeting-house] brook in 1840.
It was a capital smelt brook, and we caught many in our hands.
In another letter he says, I used to catch smelts in Whitmore brook.
Another and older Medfordaround Bear meadow, Whitmore brook has shrunk noticeably, and for several summers failed entirely in its lower reach.
Should our correspondent, the Medford boy of 1840, visit his early haunts he would find Meeting-house brook but little changed, but Whitmore brook at its best he would not recognize.
The city has put some fifteence have there done much to beautify its course, but what it needs most is water.
Different conditions exist along Meeting-house brook, though its head waters of 1840 have long since been diverted by the south dam of the Winchester Water Works.
From thence to within sight of Winthrop street it flows through woodland, and a stro
It was a poor place.
It was central, and so far as I remember, had no other raison d'etre. But between it and High street was a building that deserves mention.
This was John Howe's trunk store.
In its rear, looking down on the bathing place, was his workroom where he utilized his boxes, leather and brass tacks.
In the front was a large airy room with some finished goods in it, and an assortment of loafers.
It was so convenient that when a Whig headquarters was wanted in 1840, for a presidential campaign, all eyes turned to Howe's front room and he let the Whigs have it. They fitted it up grandly.
At least we boys thought so. Pictures of General Harrison, of Tippecanoe and Tyler too, log cabins and hard cider barrels galore hung on the walls, also others ridiculing Matty Van Buren and his Kinderhook cabbages, etc., etc. The secretary of the club was Charles Hall, chosen unanimously, and to be in charge of the place all the time until election.
He was a hero in M