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Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 3., Maria del Occidente. (search)
and sang very sweetly. And her son, Capt. Horace Brooks, writes: Whatever charm there may be inn to white silk stockings and slippers. Captain Brooks also pays a tribute to his mother's scholaime. On Zophiel; or, The Bride of Seven, Mrs. Brooks' fame as a poetess rests. Southey, The Dopoetesses. Zophiel is an Oriental epic. Mrs. Brooks finds the suggestion for her plot in the Ap happily consummated. On this ancient myth Mrs. Brooks enlarges in her poem Zophiel. The first the poem. In the poems Judith and Esther Mrs. Brooks has merely attempted the description of twooung blooming morning's fragrant breath. Mrs. Brooks' one novel, Idomen, is interesting not onlych from the vivid fancy of some painter. Mrs. Brooks seemed not to have had the spirit of the reHilliard. / 1820. Zophiel. / A Poem. By Mrs. Brooks. / Boston. / Published by Richardson & LordIdomen. Clearly a thinly-veiled account of Mrs. Brooks' own life; but it is impossible to separate
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 3., Deacon Samuel Train. (search)
Deacon Samuel Train. [This brief memoir is the substance of a most enjoyable informal talk by Mr. Hall at a Saturday evening gathering in the rooms of the Medford Historical Society.] IT is remarkable that neither Brooks's nor Usher's history makes any mention of Deacon Samuel Train, who was for many years a well-known and highly respected citizen of Medford. He was born at Weston, Mass., on the twenty-first of July, 1781. I am indebted to Mr. Train's daughter Rebecca (Mrs. George H. Lemist, of Sheffield) for much valuable information. I quote from her letter, dated May 23, 1899: He was a man of few words, but he was always interested in all the young men, who enjoyed his quaint and bright chat on different subjects. I wish I could do his character justice, but we never value our parents until they are gone or until we ourselves are nearing the close of life. The memories of those days are sweet and precious. I am hardly the one to write of my father. To me he was a