nty-eight years of his life , has never used tobacco or tasted spirit, save as a medicine.
He used to play the clarinet and with Uncle Sam Rogers, went to singing school in Pembroke.
At that time Mr. Rogers was courting a Miss Standish, and Mr. Foster was obliged to wait for him to go to her home and do his courting, as Mr. Rogers had the team and it was a long walk. . . An epitaph current with the [Scituate shipyard] reads as follows.
Under this greensward pat, Lies the hulk of old. . . . . . . . . Shepherds rejoice and do not weep, For he is dead who stole your sheep. The deceased was noted for putting other men's sheep in his own flock and marking them with his private mark.
We have no proof of the identity of the writer but the lines are not inconsistent with Mr. Foster's jovial disposition.
From the same source we find what Mr. Usher failed to mention, that while serving Medford in 1884 Captain Foster was the oldest man in the Legislature—the Dean of the House.