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John Bradshaw (search for this): chapter 9
that were standing in the Medford of 1696, we can be positively certain of but two that remain today—the Major Jonathan Wade house, and the Capt. Peter Tufts house, commonly called the Cradock House,—if this be treason (or heresy)make the most of it. There is a possibility that the old house recently removed a little from the corner of High Street and Hastings Lane (and now many times repaired and twice enlarged, and so taking a new lease of life), may have been the home of Dea. and Ensign John Bradshaw. All others that were contemporary with the old meetinghouse in its early years have yielded to the tooth of time, and possibly none that were built during its thirty-two years now remain. A few monarchs of the forest there are, and yet very few whose roots had then taken a firm grasp in Medford soil. The primeval forest has gone and danger threatens the newer growth. If we take the map of Medford, and trace a series of circles in quarter miles, from the site of the meeting-house,
John Dryden (search for this): chapter 9
ry had been for five years the reigning sovereigns and the town meetings were called in their majesties names. The witchcraft delusion at Salem had just run its length and subsided without thrusting its baleful presence and influence into Medford. Beyond the sea in old England, John Bunyan, the immortal dreamer, and Richard Baxter, the voluminous writer, had but just passed away. The Pilgrim's Progress of the one, and Saint's Rest of the other were beginning to reach these shores. John Dryden, the poet and translator of Virgil, and John Locke, the mental philosopher of that age, were just completing their life work, while the great architect, Sir Christopher Wren, was in his prime. But four years had passed since Sir Edmund Andros had been sent home to England, and one Medford man is credited with saying, If Andros comes to Medford we'll treat him not with shad and alewives but with swordfish. Possibly if this ancient Medfordite could now return, he would find a differen
Aaron Porter (search for this): chapter 9
from Vol. II, No. 2.] THE seats in the pews were hinged, and turned up on edge as the people stood during the long prayer. This concluded, they were turned down again, and the result was like a fusillade of musketry all over the house. Mr. Porter's pastorate was all too short, as he died after serving the church and town nine years, and was succeeded by the Rev. Ebenezer Turell in 1724. He, like his predecessor, took unto himself a wife soon after coming to Medford. Still more room ed with saying, If Andros comes to Medford we'll treat him not with shad and alewives but with swordfish. Possibly if this ancient Medfordite could now return, he would find a different taste prevailing in the matter of a fish diet; and Parson Porter would find that potatoes (unknown in Medford when he came as minister) afforded more palatable and nourishing food if the roots were cooked, instead of balls that grew upon the vines. Andros' successor wasn't much more heartily welcomed, though
Edmund Andros (search for this): chapter 9
John Dryden, the poet and translator of Virgil, and John Locke, the mental philosopher of that age, were just completing their life work, while the great architect, Sir Christopher Wren, was in his prime. But four years had passed since Sir Edmund Andros had been sent home to England, and one Medford man is credited with saying, If Andros comes to Medford we'll treat him not with shad and alewives but with swordfish. Possibly if this ancient Medfordite could now return, he would find a dAndros comes to Medford we'll treat him not with shad and alewives but with swordfish. Possibly if this ancient Medfordite could now return, he would find a different taste prevailing in the matter of a fish diet; and Parson Porter would find that potatoes (unknown in Medford when he came as minister) afforded more palatable and nourishing food if the roots were cooked, instead of balls that grew upon the vines. Andros' successor wasn't much more heartily welcomed, though the people were loyal to the king who had granted the new charter. Less than nine years before, the general court in answer to the people's inquiry, had declared that Meadford h
Moses W. Mann (search for this): chapter 9
Ye olde Meting-House of Meadford. by Moses W. Mann, West Medford. [Continued from Vol. II, No. 2.] THE seats in the pews were hinged, and turned up on edge as the people stood during the long prayer. This concluded, they were turned down again, and the result was like a fusillade of musketry all over the house. Mr. Porter's pastorate was all too short, as he died after serving the church and town nine years, and was succeeded by the Rev. Ebenezer Turell in 1724. He, like his predecessor, took unto himself a wife soon after coming to Medford. Still more room was needed for the accommodation of the people, and after much discussion the town built a new and much larger meeting-house just beyond the brook, and on August 21, 1727, worshipped in the subject of our sketch for the last time. The selectmen were directed to sell it, for the best advantage for the town. I find no report of their doings in the matter on the record; but upon the treasurer's book under date of J
Stephen Willis (search for this): chapter 9
dent in the fact that, in the acts of worship and observation of times, everything was diametrically opposite. Even the Holy Scriptures were unread in the meeting-house, and not until 1755 was there a Bible upon the pulpit. No lights gleamed or candles flickered from its windows on Sunday night, for the Sabbath began at sunset on Saturday. One Medford man is credited with having a poor opinion of religion got by candle light. The records say of a town meeting, Adjourned to meet at Stephen Willis' on December 6 at about sunsetting. From twelve to fifteen shillings a year paid for the care of the house, and sometimes the deacon was the caretaker. The duties were sweeping, shutting the casements (possibly there were shutters on the windows, as glass was expensive), and removing the snow from before the doors. Since that day, thirty houses for public worship have been erected within the limits of Medford, and eighteen are now in use as such. Two of the thirty (the second and
Benjamin Woodbridge (search for this): chapter 9
outgrown. Three have been destroyed by fire; one is now beyond the limits of Medford, owing to change of boundary, while one has been moved into its borders. Five have become devoted to business and residential use, leaving eighteen in present service, with one homeless society about to rebuild. One is the college church. Therefore, to eighteen organized bodies has increased the gathering at John Bradshaw's house on that winter day one hundred and ninety-five years ago. Could Rev. Mr. Woodbridge ride from Charlestown to Medford on horseback, as of yore, he would not have to alight and open the gate across the road near Marble brook ere he could proceed. Mr. Aaron Warner would find his old parish somewhat changed on doctrinal points, but ready to welcome him, and possibly he might not be pleased with the chiming bells and liturgical service across the country road, as he would call High street. Parson Turell would look in vain for his old home, only demolished in recent yea
Ebenezer Turell (search for this): chapter 9
This concluded, they were turned down again, and the result was like a fusillade of musketry all over the house. Mr. Porter's pastorate was all too short, as he died after serving the church and town nine years, and was succeeded by the Rev. Ebenezer Turell in 1724. He, like his predecessor, took unto himself a wife soon after coming to Medford. Still more room was needed for the accommodation of the people, and after much discussion the town built a new and much larger meeting-house juaron Warner would find his old parish somewhat changed on doctrinal points, but ready to welcome him, and possibly he might not be pleased with the chiming bells and liturgical service across the country road, as he would call High street. Parson Turell would look in vain for his old home, only demolished in recent years. Perchance he might wonder if this was really Meadford. But we may do well, if we of this year of grace, 1906, serve our day and generation, in church and state, in religious
Aaron Warner (search for this): chapter 9
oted to business and residential use, leaving eighteen in present service, with one homeless society about to rebuild. One is the college church. Therefore, to eighteen organized bodies has increased the gathering at John Bradshaw's house on that winter day one hundred and ninety-five years ago. Could Rev. Mr. Woodbridge ride from Charlestown to Medford on horseback, as of yore, he would not have to alight and open the gate across the road near Marble brook ere he could proceed. Mr. Aaron Warner would find his old parish somewhat changed on doctrinal points, but ready to welcome him, and possibly he might not be pleased with the chiming bells and liturgical service across the country road, as he would call High street. Parson Turell would look in vain for his old home, only demolished in recent years. Perchance he might wonder if this was really Meadford. But we may do well, if we of this year of grace, 1906, serve our day and generation, in church and state, in religious an
Richard Baxter (search for this): chapter 9
and extending back a mile in all places, that comprised the Medford of those days, making the thirty-one years ye olde meeting-house was used. A. D. 1693, William and Mary had been for five years the reigning sovereigns and the town meetings were called in their majesties names. The witchcraft delusion at Salem had just run its length and subsided without thrusting its baleful presence and influence into Medford. Beyond the sea in old England, John Bunyan, the immortal dreamer, and Richard Baxter, the voluminous writer, had but just passed away. The Pilgrim's Progress of the one, and Saint's Rest of the other were beginning to reach these shores. John Dryden, the poet and translator of Virgil, and John Locke, the mental philosopher of that age, were just completing their life work, while the great architect, Sir Christopher Wren, was in his prime. But four years had passed since Sir Edmund Andros had been sent home to England, and one Medford man is credited with saying, I
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