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The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 6. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Old portraits and modern Sketches (search)
Power who nature rules Hath said so be it; But poor blina mortals are sic fools They canna see it. Nae doubt that He who first did mate us Has fixed our lot as sure as fate is, Ana when He wounds He disna hate us, But anely this, He'll gar the ills which here await us Yield lastina bliss. In the early part of the eighteenth century a considerable number of Presbyterians of Scotch descent, from the north of Ireland, emigrated to the New World. In the spring of 1719, the inhabitants of Haverhill, on the Merrimac, saw them passing up the river in several canoes, one of which unfortunately upset in the rapids above the village. The following fragment of a ballad celebrating this event has been handed down to the present time, and may serve to show the feelings even then of the old English settlers towards the Irish emigrants:— They began to scream and bawl, As out they tumbled one and all, And, if the Devil had spread his net, He could have made a glorious haul! The new-comers
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 6. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Historical papers (search)
The picturesque site of the now large village of Haverhill, on the Merrimac River, was occupied a century andforce for the surprise of a single settlement; and Haverhill, on the Merrimac, was selected for conquest. In and Captains Price and Gardner, were stationed at Haverhill in the different garrison-houses. At first a good life, oscillating, like a crazy pendulum, between Haverhill and Amesbury. He had a smattering of a variety ofi D. Benjamin Rolfe, ecclesioe Christi quoe est in Haverhill pastoris fidelissimi; qui domi suoe ab hostibus baand breeches, dashed by our grandfather's door, in Haverhill, twenty miles up the river. Turn out! Get a musk be travelling on the road between Newburyport and Haverhill, on the night of the 5th of November, may well fandent of the Indian war of 1695. The township of Haverhill, even as late as the close of the seventeenth centregained his strength, and set out for his home in Haverhill, which he had the good fortune to arrive at in saf