th James Sullivan, afterward governor of Massachusetts, was the great enterprise of its time, the Middlesex Canal.
So comprehensive was the idea of Judge Sullivan, that fully completed, it would have resulted in an inland waterway from Boston to Canada.
Its charter was granted by the General Court, June 22, 1793, and immediately received the signature of the governor, John Hancock and the corporators organized by the choice of James Sullivan for President, and Col. Loammi Baldwin of Woburn andmployees (nameless here) disappeared with $10,000 of the funds of the canal and of the associated Boating Co., of which $3,757.97 belonged to the Middlesex Canal.
In the quaint language of Caleb Eddy, he thought it was better to be a rogue in Canada than an honest man in his own country, and also that in his hasty flight he left behind some property, such as canal boats and a dwelling house.
While Mr. Eddy took prompt action to secure something from these, it is doubtful if canal boats we
ears; that no one is now living of all who loved the sacred spot; that the name lives forever in Meeinghouse brook.
But what of the brook?
Whence does it come?
Two miles or so to the north from out what was once known as Turkey Swamp, but now the Winchester Reservoir, it finds its way southerly down the woodlands past old gray rocks that throw dark shadows in its pools; sometimes it gurgles over the stones and then is silent among clumps of brake and fern and masses of jewel-weed.
The Canada lilies swing their bells along its course.
It winds down a narrow dell where its waters once, held at flood, turned the wheel of Captain Marble's mill (formerly it was called Marble brook). A high bank and heap of stones mark the spot, and there the fringed orchid waves its plume.
It flows under bridges shaded by willows, through beds of mint; and the monkey-flower in midsummer and the flaming cardinal flower in August love the cool water.
Then it swings around and passes south-easterly u