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ortunately I had gone in with the steamer at the same time, it being high tide, and was enabled to cover the return of the party. The boats, after passing through a terrible fire, finally reached the schooner; but, finding her aground, made a breastwork of her and opened a deadly fire, which, with the assistance of a few shots from our long-range gun, drove the enemy back to a distant cover with loss, and the boats, after firing the schooner, returned without further molestation. Acting-master Furness estimates the loss of the rebels to be at least eight in killed and wounded, as he saw that number carried off. Our loss was one seriously wounded, Acting-master Hooker, and three very slightly. I have but praise to bestow on those engaged in the boats for their coolness and intrepidity when assailed by such overwhelming odds. They were yet some three hundred yards from the schooner when fired upon, but they preferred pushing on and returning through it, rather than fail in acco
Doc. 162.-the battle of Bayou Barnard. New-York Tribune narrative. camp on Grand River, C. N., August 14, 1862. while the three Indian regiments (First, Second, and Third) lay in camp at Wolf Creek, under directions of Colonel Furness, the ranking commander, Col. Phillips, of the Third, selected one thousand two hundred men picked from the three regiments, and a section of Captain Allen's battery, under Lieut. Baldwin. Col. Phillips sent Major Forman down the west side of Grand River with one half of the force and the two pieces of artillery, (Parrott guns.) The other six hundred men went down with him through Talequa and Park Hill. Talequa is the capital of the Cherokee Nation, and is a small decayed town. Park Hill is the residence of John Ross, whose mansion is a beautiful one, handsomely furnished, with a lawn and shrubbery, and a great deal of comfort and beauty clustered around it. The design of the expedition was, first, to check the inroads of the enemy from
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature, Chapter 3: the Philadelphia period (search)
branch in the other; and it seems he chose to give them a touch of the sword first. . . . All America is exasperated by his conduct, and more firmly united than ever. His public career he might perhaps have explained as his friend Lord Dunning did his legal business, when he said, I do one third of it, another third does itself, and the remaining third remains undone. Industry was, however, the habit of Franklin's nature so thoroughly that it entered into the blood of his race. The Rev. Dr. Furness used to speak with delight of an aged Philadelphia lady, Franklin's grand-niece, who was in the habit of saying her prayers while coming down stairs to breakfast, in order to save time. On the fifth of July he writes to Strahan: You have begun to burn our towns, and murder our people. Look upon your hands -they are stained with the blood of your relations! You and I were long friends; you are now my enemy, and I am, Yours, B. Franklin. On the third of October, Franklin ag
e— Mr. Harlow, are you a sinner? I pleaded guilty, quoting the assembly's catechism as evidence. Well, said she, if you are a sinner, come and take tea with us to-night; a few of our friends will be here to pass the evening, and they will all be saints but you; and as I think a party is pleasanter for being a little mixed, I want a sinner or two to make it more agreeable. Of course I accepted, and with only one layman but myself met half a dozen ministers and theologues of the best the neighborhood afforded, among them Rev. Dr. Furness, Mr. Stetson, I think Dr. Francis, Joseph Angier, Nathaniel Hall, and George I. Briggs; and the cheerfulness and spirit of the evening justified her prediction. I have endeavored to comply with the limited task assigned me. If I have trespassed too long on your patience consider that I had you at my mercy and could have detained you much longer; and remember with the poet Burns, What's done we partly can compute, But know not what's resisted
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 7., An eighteenth century enterprise. (search)
burying ground on Cross street, new in 1829, has within its crowded boundaries the dust of many of the ship building mechanics who were laid to rest within hearing of the Sound of hammers, blow on blow Knocking away the shores and spurs. Furness' corner is now officially named Winthrop square. The Furness homestead was the old home of Parson Turell, and after the Furness family left, it was owned and occupied by Jonathan Porter. It was torn down some years ago. Purchase street, we rFurness homestead was the old home of Parson Turell, and after the Furness family left, it was owned and occupied by Jonathan Porter. It was torn down some years ago. Purchase street, we regret to say, has been changed to Winthrop street. The highway was laid out after the land had been bought for the purpose. The money it cost was well spent, as it shortened the distance to Woburn and avoided the toilsome climb up Simonds' hill. The name Purchase street commemorated the investment. Grove street still keeps its old name. The bridge which then spanned the waters of the Middlesex Canal, now stands in the green meadow on the Brooks' estate, near by, a graceful and substantial
armer, and in the winter months attended the town school, primary and grammar he styles them. As there was no school then in the West End, he was a Fagender at the old one near the meeting-house. He says I never identified myself with the Medford fighting-boys who were hostile to the Charlestown boys on the frozen Middlesex canal, and had many hard fights. The passage of the boats through the lock and the alewife fishing on the river near by were more to his taste. Mr., afterward Dr., Furness and Luther Angier were his teachers in the town school. The latter recommended him, when twelve years old, to Medford Academy, as he styles Mr. John Angier's school, and for a time he was in Mr. Angier's family. While attending the town school he walked to Charlestown bridge, and alone, to see Lafayette and the great procession to the corner-stone laying at Bunker Hill, which was to him a most notable occasion. While at the academy he paid for his tuition by work in and about the place.
The Bower Among our recent accessions is the poem here presented, written with pencil in an elegant hand. It bears no date but is signed Lincoln Swan. There were two of the name—cousins. Their grandfather, Samuel Swan, Jr., who lived at Furness' corner named one of his sons for his old Revolutionary commander, Benjamin Lincoln. There were six of them and a daughter, but none other had middle names. He abbreviated them all, saying: There are Sam, Dan——Jo, Han——Lin, Tim, Ca. Sam (uel) and Lin (coln) each had an eldest son, Benjamin Lincoln. One of these must have been the author of the poem, and along with our Mr. Hooper one of the schoolboys he tells of in his writing of the bower on p. 13, Vol. XXII, of the Register. We incline to the thought that he was son of the Benjamin Lincoln Swan who moved to New York. Lines on Revisiting a favorite spot Called the Bower, in the Woods of Medford, after several years' absence Beautiful Bower! my long-loved spot, In