wenty-fifth year [he] returned to the Sprague & James yard as foreman.
. . . Before [leaving] Scituate the first time he used to help his father in the store, and often carried the black-strap (rum sweetened with molasses) down to the yards, but during the seventy-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