and controversial pamphlets remain.
If all had been printed, they would have made 280 volumes, giving 20 sermons for a volume.
So true is the old proverb: Omnia vincit improbus labor.
The last sermon of Mr. Turell was preached April 17, 1774, the text selected seeming to be prophetic of the end of his career, If a man die, shall he live again?
All the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.
Here ended his labors, and soon after his life.
His successor was Rev. Dr. David Osgood, who acquired a wide celebrity for two political sermons.
Mr. Turell seldom exchanged pulpits, and never, so far as the record shows, repeated a sermon.
He never preached extempore, but always wrote his sermon fully out. He was a native of Boston, and graduate of Harvard University, remarkable for the elegance of his person and his gentlemanly manners.
At the same time he was an accomplished scholar, while his health was always delicate.
And yet he wrote and preached 5,582 long
ston, and a recent review of it says he gave them a hot one.
At all events the Medford parsonage had to be well supplied with fuel, and so, in 1808, the Rev. David Osgood, D. D., purchased of Mr. Hall these forty-three acres, now after a century being developed, for his wood lot.
But the good doctor, after serving his church atmen recommended that the town sell its unproductive property.
Two years later they were authorized to sell the Osgood lot, so called.
Their report shows that Miss Osgood gave it with the understanding that when sold, the income from the proceeds should go to the library.
After being advertised for three weeks, only one bid was the lonely Valley street, and the car houses and power station of the electric railway, at the boundary, are busy hives of industry.
Overlooking it all is Parson Osgood's wood lot, to which nature in its recuperative power has been generous, as the ample growth of largely oak and hickory witnesses; and among which, ere long, wil