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Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 4., High School Department. (search)
ngs were paid Doctor Rand for a Night to Capt. Blodget when taken with ye Small Pox. Also another item states that £ 14, 8 shillings were paid Captain Eben Morrow for Tending the Smoke House from ye 16th of April to the Ninth day of June 1764 both days included @ 6s per day. Another town meeting was held May 24, 1778, Town Records, Volume III., page 239. to see what the town would do concerning an inoculating hospital. Previous to this a hospital of this kind had been situated at Point Shirley for the use of all people in Boston and vicinity. Inoculation had been introduced in Boston in June, 1721, by the Rev. Cotton Mather, who, hearing of the great success it had had in Europe and the Orient, interested himself in it, and thus introduced it in Boston. It met with violent opposition hardly second in bitterness to that of the witchcraft period; but he faced the fury of the mob, and did noble service in its defence in spite of threats of personal violence. Inoculation was be
The Daily Dispatch: June 11, 1861., [Electronic resource], Correction. (search)
ft before. My eyes were blurred by something or other, and I could only see kind faces and waving handkerchiefs through a kind of mist, as the gallant ship was towed slowly from the wharf. The narrow strip of water between the green piles and the stout ribs of our brave craft gradually widened, and before long the little knot of spectators on the wharf dwindled into a mere black speck, and presently was lost to sight altogether. The countless isles of Boston harbor, fort Independence, Point Shirley, and all, glided past on either hand, and the long, ground-swell of the Atlantic Ocean began to destroy the horizontal position of the deck. We had parted company with our tow-boat sometime before, and now the fresh breeze carried us along swiftly through the waters. After a while the last low line upon the horizon had vanished, and we were fairly out at sea. I leaned over the stern, and listlessly gazed at the long wake behind. I tried to fancy it a bridge for my thoughts to travel o