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Massachusetts (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 13
John A. Fulton (search for this): chapter 13
Helen Tilden Wild (search for this): chapter 13
Dedication of memorial tablet to Sarah (Bradlee) Fulton. Helen Tilden Wild.
more than sixty years ago, in the gray of a November morning, the Passing Bell announced that a life was ended.
Seventy, eighty, ninety, ninety-five, the bell tolled out, and many guessed that the aged mistress of the woodland farm, who only the day before had been about her usual tasks, was gone.
A procession came slowly through the gate of the burying-place.
There walked sons and daughters, grandchildren and it of unselfish devotion, lofty purpose, and true womanhood.
the Committee on Papers and Addresses has given an interesting series the past season:
November.—The Second and Mystic Churches, by Charles Cummings.
December.—The Homes of the Puritans, by Rev. T. F. Waters.
January.—Benjamin Hall, by Helen T. Wild.
February.—The Royall House and Farm, by John H. Hooper.
April.—Paul Revere's Ride, with lantern slides, by W. C. Eddy.
May.—Slavery in Medford, by Walter
Bradlee (search for this): chapter 13
Dedication of memorial tablet to Sarah (Bradlee) Fulton. Helen Tilden Wild.
more than sixty years ago, in the gray of a November morning, the Passing Bell announced that a life was ended.
Seventy, eighty, ninety, ninety-five, the bell tolled out, and many guessed that the aged mistress of the woodland farm, who only the day before had been about her usual tasks, was gone.
A procession came slowly through the gate of the burying-place.
There walked sons and daughters, grandchildren and g the audience, and through them the people of Massachusetts, to emulate the devotion to country which she possessed.
The Secretary of the Chapter read a poem written for the occasion by C. H. Loomis.
For the descendants of John and Sarah (Bradlee) Fulton, William Cushing Wait, Esq., addressed the assembly, speaking of his ancestress first as a mother, then as a patriot.
Rev. Millard F. Johnson, of the First Baptist Church, gave the benediction.
Wreathed in laurel tied with the colo
Charles H. Loomis (search for this): chapter 13
W. C. Eddy (search for this): chapter 13
Samuel C. Lawrence (search for this): chapter 13
Henry C. DeLong (search for this): chapter 13
Paul Revere (search for this): chapter 13
Sarah Fulton (search for this): chapter 13
Dedication of memorial tablet to Sarah (Bradlee) Fulton. Helen Tilden Wild.
more than sixty years ago, in the gray of a November morning, the Passing Bell announced that a life was ended.
Seventy, eighty, ninety, ninety-five, the bell tolled out, and many guessed that the aged mistress of the woodland farm, who only the da n came slowly through the gate of the burying-place.
There walked sons and daughters, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, but the old friends who had known Sarah Fulton in her youth were gathered there before her in their narrow homes.
She was laid in the tomb belonging to Nathan Wait, her son-in-law, and in a few years onl ough slab of native granite, set on a foundation of field stone.
Medford furnished the material and the workmen to complete the monument.
For fifty years Sarah Fulton passed back and forth over this stone, which was at the threshold of her home.
If the old stone could speak, what tales it could tell of the glad days and