Posts Tagged ‘1849’

The Quilting Party

December 10, 2010

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The Quilting Party.

The times of old — the good old times of frankness and honesty and lowness of heart! Their memories linger around us like sunshine upon rains, or like the incense of flowers whose beauty has been trampled beneath the feet of the spoiler. We fear that the glorious days of New England have gone by; that the characteristics of her children have departed; that the luxuries and the vices and the fashions of strangers have usurped the beautiful plainness and simplicity, the freedom, the generosity and bravery of New England. A false and evil spirit has gone over the land, undermining the foundations of her strength, and desoiling her real beauty; lopping away the noble oaks of her forests; the rough featured but useful products of her own sod, to give place to the graceful but worthless exotic. It has penetrated every where; from the thronged village to the isolated farm-house; and the plough has been exchanged for the insignia of professional life, and the spinning wheel for the piano.

‘Tis an evil change, and we fear there is no going back to our original ground. Strange that the young farmer, he whose association of life’s purest and dearest enjoyments are with the homesteads of his ancestors should so readily leave the beaten and proven track of honorable industry, for the uncertainty and danger and mortifications of more fashionable pursuits. Strange, that he can thus leave the hills and streams of his boyhood, the blue skies that bent like a blessing above his childhood, the sanctuary of his neighbors, the playmates of his infancy, the companions of his opening manhood, and the very graves of his fathers! Where will he again find the deep affection of the friends he is leaving? Where again will the eye of love beam so kindly on him, and where will the grasp of friendship be as warm and as cincere as his own loved birthplace? Does he hope to find them in the gay circle of fashionable folly? Miserable will be his disappointment. For him there will be vexation, and changing hope, and fear, slight, indignation, resentment and hate, confidence misplaced, and vows broken, and affection outraged. It is the solitude and awful beauty of nature, that heart answers to heart, thrilling with a passionate touch the mysterious cords of human sympathy, rather than the artificial beauty and the heated atmosphere of fashionable existence.

Reader! were you ever at a quilting party — an old fashioned quilting party? If not, you will do well to read our description, which of course falls far short of the reality; and this reality, as the thing is now nearly obsolete, you may never have the satisfaction of witnessing. ‘Tis one of the pleasantest things in the whole round of a country life to attend one of these gatherings-together of the young and light-hearted. Let it be understood in the first place that these quiltings are indispensable. The quilts, &c. must be made; the girls must have their “things ready” as the phrase is; or they will assuredly meet with no attention from the marriage-seeking young men. The preparation of the requisites of domestic life is a sort of implied declaration of readiness to receive the address of the lover, and to encounter the perils of matrimony, and is understood and acted upon accordingly.

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When a quilting is to take place, the respectable young ladies of the neighborhood are all invited; there is no aristocracy; no singling out of favored individuals. They assemble early at the dwelling of their friend, and immediately fall to work, as if their very lives depend upon their exertions. They consider it absolutely necessary to forward their work in such a manner as to prevent any material encroachment upon the hilarity and mirth of the evening. The evening is looked forward to with a great deal of satisfaction, and many a fine eye glances impatiently as the slowly setting sun, whose tardiness seems to mock the feverish anticipations of the fair quilters.

Night at length comes; a New England winter night — for the quiltings are usually in the long evenings of the winter — with skins, clear, beautifully clear, in the dark coloring of the sky, moonlight resting like a smile upon the white lustre of the snow, streaming through the naked branches of the wild forest trees, and flushing like pale fires upon the distant icy hills. The merry sound of bells now rings upon the ears of the fair listeners within doors.

“The fellows are coming,” cries some eager voice, and a sudden smile steals like electricity around the apartment. There is a moment of rapid preparation, a hasty glance at the small mirror, a trembling adjustment of curls and combs — and then all are seated demurely at work. One after another the “fellows” arrive, until the apartment is literally crowded with as merry a company as ever laughed away an evening. The girls however, remain perseveringly at their work, their fair hands stooping almost to the outstretched quilt before them, now and then exchanging a sly glance, or a smart reply or a meaning nod, with the fine, healthy looking gentlemen around them. They are soon interrupted, and one complains of the loss of her thimble, another that her thread had been taken away, and another that the “fellows plague her so that she wont work nor touch to,” and in a few moments Babel-like confusion is effected, very much to the satisfaction of all parties.

The owner of the quilt now interferes, and carefully removes the quilting frame, blushing all the while at the good natured jokes of the young men relative to herself, her quilt, and lover, who — if she is so fortunate as to have one — is pretty sure to be present. The scene is now all life and gaiety. In one part of the room may be seen the student of the old village Doctor, amusing and astonishing by his quotations of Latin — and laughing at the amazement of his friends. Hard by the schoolmaster of the district, a privileged and favored personage, you may know him by his pale cheek and fair hands. He is leaning familiarly over the chair of a pretty girl, the fairest in the room. She is telling his fortune by the old and curious method of palmistry, tracing out with her own pretty fingers the lines of good and bad fortune which intersect the hand of the master. — There are strange blushes on her cheek, and they steal at times even to her neck, with a variable and beautiful play of coloring. — She knows that the eye of the general favorite is upon her, and her young heart thrilling with a new sense of joy. Nor will her pleasant dream be broken in upon by disappointment. There is honest love, but nothing of the deceitful and designing in the gaze of her lover.

Meanwhile the sports of the evening go on. The “Blind Man’s Bluff,” with its odd encounters and very ridiculous mishaps, play of “Pawn,” with its kindly pressure of fingers, the whirling of the pewter plate, in default of catching which before its revolution ceases, the delinquent, if a male, is doomed to kiss all the fair company, and vice versa if a female. Then, too, there is a mock marriage ceremony of leaping over the broomstick — a pretty certain precursor of that more imposing ceremony whose bonds are broken only by death.

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But the evening passes away almost insensibly and the time for departure arrives. The sleighs are speedily laden with the merry company, and the tingle of bells, and the loud cheers from one vehicle to another, and the rich toned laugh of the fair travelers, break upon the calm cold air of midnight. There is nothing on earth like a sleigh-ride by moon-light, when the path is smoothly worn, and the horse springs onward as freely and lightly as if he were running wild in the desert and rejoicing in his untamed freedom.

We can duly appreciate the blessings of re?ned society; we know how much the rugged asperities of our natures are softened by an intercourse with those whose minds and feelings have received the polish of education. Our sole object in the above hasty sketch has been to convince those who from education and habit have learned to hold in contempt the simplest pastimes of our ancestors, that the pure thrill of pleasure may be awakened in the rustic farm house as well as in the gay halls of fashion, where the chastened and rich light lends a deeper bounty to the fair brow with it wreathing tresses, and adds a milder lustre to the laughing eye, and where music melts upon the ear, like a very dream of melody and love.

[New England paper.

Watertown Chronicle (Watertown, Wisconsin) Feb 14, 1849

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Equity and the Worm

December 10, 2010

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[For the Chronicle.]

Equity.

Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside,
Nor crush that helpless worm;
The frame they scornful looks deride
Required a God to form.

The common Lord of all that move,
From whom thy being flow’d,
A portion of his boundless love
On that poor worm bestow’d.

The son, the moon, the stars He made
To all His creatures free;
And spreads o’er earth the grassy blade,
For worms as well as thee.

The crown to awe, the rod to smite,
Is man’s by law divine;
But sacred be each humbler right
That clashes not with thine!

Let savage prowlers of the wood,
With thirst of hunger bold;
Let poisonous foes, by land or flood –
Let plunderers of thy fold;

Let pilferers of thy loaded grain,
To justice — victims die;
But injure not the harmless train
That creep, or walk, or fly.

Let them enjoy their little day,
Their lowly bliss receive;
O, do not lightly take away
The life thou canst not give.

Fox Lake.

Watertown Chronicle (Watertown, Wisconsin) Feb 14, 1849

A Dowager’s Advice

October 14, 2010

 

 

 

 

Advice to Unmarried Ladies.

Found among some MSS. of a late Dowager.

If you have blue eyes — languish.

If black eyes — leer.

If you have pretty feet — wear short petticoats.

If you are the least doubtful as to that point — let them be rather long.

If you have good teeth — don’t forget to laugh now and then.

If you have bad ones — you must only simper.

While you are young — sit with your face to the light.

When you are a little advanced — sit with your back to the window.

If you have a bad voice — always speak in a low tone.

If it is acknowledged that you have a fine voice — never speak in a high tone.

If you dance well — dance but seldom.

If you dance ill — never dance at all.

If you sing well – make no previous excuses.

If you sing indifferently — hesitate not a moment when you are asked, for few persons are competent judges of singing, but every one is sensible of a desire to please.

If in conversation, you think a person wrong — rather hint of a difference of opinion, than offer a contradiction.

If you find a person telling an absolute falsehood — let it pass over in silence, for it is not worth your while to any one your enemy by proving him a liar.

It is always in your power to make a friend by smiles — what a folly to make enemies by frowns.

When you have an opportunity to praise — do it with all your heart.

When you are forced to blame — appear, at least, to do it with reluctance.

If you are envious of another woman — never show it but by allowing her every good quality and perfection except those which she really possesses.

If you wish to let the world know you are in love with a particular man — treat him with formality, and every one else with ease and freedom.

If you are disposed to be pettish or insolent — it is better to exercise your ill humor on your dog, your cat, or your servant, than your friends.

If you would preserve beauty — rise early.

If you would preserve esteem — be gentle.

If you would obtain power — be condescending.

If you would live happy — endeavor to promote the happiness of others.

Southport American (Southport, Wisconsin) Jul 11, 1849

Tu-lips

October 13, 2010

 

TU-LIPS.

An editor says: “A fair young friend of ours recently invited us to imbibe the fragrance of her tu-lips; we did so, with great function, whereupon she boxed our ears, and affected to say she had allusion to a paltry flower of that name. Alas, alas!” (he thereupon moralises) “there is no truth in woman.”

Southport American (Southport, Wisconsin) Jul 11, 1849

Ho! For California

July 10, 2010

From the London “Chat.”

Ho! For California!

Ho! for the land
Where each atom of sand
Is into a dollar reducible;
And as onward you travel,
The “coarse kind of gravel,”
All turns to doubloons in your crucible.

With picks, shovels, baskets,
And hogsheads for caskets.
You open the vaulise creation;
Of the banks (of the rivers)
Become the receivers,
And place them in prompt liquidation.

If you die — pretty quick
The next man grabs your pick,
And ne’er thinks of asking, “whose was it?”
Then sacking your gold
Digs a pit in the mould
And soon makes your final deposit.

Ah! the gold as it shines
In the streams, in the mines,
Would make your eyes snap in their sockets,
And (if you don’t die,)
You’ll come by and by
With plenty of rocks in your pockets.

The chances, ’tis said,
Are that cold steel or lead
Your affairs may wind up or unsettle;
But if one of those twain
You should find “in a vein,”
You’ll not want the yellower metal.

Wisconsin Argus (Madison, Wisconsin) Mar 27, 1849

California Gold Fever: Both Epidemic and Contagious

April 13, 2010

Latest California Items.

AT THE WHARVES. – A stroll along the docks, especially on the East river side, says the True Sun, in the vicinity of the vessels bound for California, will give one an opportunity to witness new scenes of excitement. Groups of persons, going to and returning from the vessels in great excitement, and talking of thousands to be realized within a short time in the new El Dorado, may be seen; and when a vessel is about to depart, a novel scene is presented. The adventurers, with their broad brimmed hats, and with a large pair of boots and gold digging instruments strung on their shoulders, and a revolver in pockets, are hastening on board in high spirits, as though on a short pleasure trip.

EXCLUSIVES. – A meeting of gentlemen of color has been held in this city, and an association formed to go to the gold diggings. Nearly fifty are booked for the region. No whites admitted. [N.Y. Morning Star.

INSANITY AND GOLD. -- It is said that two persons at Philadelphia have been put into the Insane Asylum, having lost their wits by the California excitement. The probability is, that if they went mad about gold, they had not much wit to lose.

California Gold furnishes the common coin of conversation now a days. Among the current anecdotes of the day, we have heard one of a young gentleman, who, after a long residence among the gold diggers, (who, it seems, equal Falstaff's regiment for lack of linen,) had only one article left that had any pretensions to the name of shirt, and this he hired out at the rate of five dollars an evening, for wedding and other festivities.

We are told, also, that the fortunate discoverer of a very large lump of gold, finding it too heavy for immediate transportation, carefully painted it of a dull copper color, to deceive other adventurers, until he should have time to carry it off. -- [N.Y. Express.

CAUTION. -- They are beginning to talk about eating each other in California. We advise very fat people, therefore, to keep away from there.

NEW YORK, Jan. 31. -- Capt. Henriar de Langle, of the French brig of war Jeng, now here, says that he learned from Valparaiso, that there had been brought to these places from California, run into bars, gold to the amount of 9,000,000 francs or $1,800,000.

AN INCIDENT IN GOLD DIGGING. -- Dr. Jett, relates one circumstance that came under his observation that is rather ludicrous and show the avarice of those in pursuit of the lucre, even in a land where its abundance knows no limits. A party of some twenty or thirty were exploring a dry ravine that led to a mountain supposed to be rich with the precious ore, when near its base, they came suddenly upon a spot which glittered like the firmament in a clear night, with gold dust and ore, caused by the washings from the mountain. In an instant every man threw himself upon the ground where lay scattered the treasure, and sprawling out his arms and legs, claimed a pre-emption to the surface that he could cover this way. The title was regarded by each as good, and the average yield to the whole party in a very short time was upward of three hundred dollars.

Accounts of newly-acquired fortunes, through the accident of being early on California ground, are everywhere in circulation. We have lately been informed of the following, in addition to those we have already chronicled:

A gentleman by the name of Riley, at present in this city, has in his possession a certificate for $64,000 in gold dust, deposited in the mint at New Orleans.

Mr. Lippet, formerly a teacher in the school of the Brothers Peugnet, in this City, and who went out as a captain in the California Regiment, has written a letter which, at his request, was read to the scholars of the Messrs. Peugnet’s school, among whom he was always a favorite. He states that he is in excellent health, and will return in three or six months, with half a million dollars, in gold.

A merchant in Baltimore, who sent to California a year ago, on a venture, $5000 worth of old store goods, has received the bill of lading from San Francisco for $35,000 in gold dust. [N.Y. Tribune.

We have been furnished with the following extracts from a letter written by Gen. P.F. Smith, at Panama, dated PANAMA, Jan. 7, 1849.

"The situation of affairs in California is really most extraordinary. No accounts we had are exaggerated. -- The British Consul tells me he has forwarded 15,000 ounces ($240,000) from this place across the Isthmus; and Lieutenant Wood, of the British navy, commanding the Pandora, now here, says that the truth is beyond the accounts we have heard. These gentlemen also say that hundreds of people from the western coast of South America are embarking for the gold region; and most of the clerks in the commercial places have quit their employments for the same object.

Huron Reflector (Norwalk, Ohio) Feb 13, 1849

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Latest California News.
New York, Feb. 12.

A dispatch, dated Washington Feb. 13, says: The Union of this morning has a letter from Q.L. Folsom, dated San Francisco, Dec. 25th, and addressed to Com. Jones, which says that affairs in California are getting worse as regards order and government. Murders and robberies were of daily occurrence. Within a short time over 20 murders had been perpetrated.

People were making preparation to organize a provisional government. Three men were hung by lynch law.

The gold washings continue to be abundantly productive. All previous accounts are fully realized by this intelligence.

New York, Feb, 14.

The late cold weather in California has prevented the operations of the gold diggers. Quantities of gold are daily being discovered and collected.

Persons had discovered and obtained about $30,000 of pure gold in two days. The accounts formerly received respecting the terrible state of society which existed are confirmed.

The state of affairs is becoming worse and worse: — murders and robberies are of daily occurrence. There had been 15 murders committed within 3 weeks.

Persons and property are believed to be wholly insecure. The perpetrators of the murders and robberies are generally emigrants and soldiers who had deserted from the T.S. service.

Com. Jones says, that a force sufficient to afford effective guard for vessels sailing with gold from California, will require the whole American Navy.

Huron Reflector (Norwalk, Ohio) Mar 6, 1849

California Items.

The Indians in the vicinity of the Placer have commenced murdering the whites. Two white men were missing, the body of one of whom, named Hollingsworth, was found, and his arms in possession of a party of Indians. Several murders had been committed in grog-shops at San Francisco.

ROUTES TO CALIFORNIA. – The Quartermaster of the U.S. Army, in his report to Gen. Jessup, upon the routes and facilities for getting to California, lays down six avenues; — 1st, that taken by the author of the report through the South West pass; 2d, through Santa Fe by the Gila; 3d, through Santa Fe by Abiquin, or the Spanish trail; 4th, through Santa Fe and Lonora [ sic-Sonora?], the route of the Mormon battalion; 5th, by the Isthmus of Panama, or through Central America; 6th, by the was of Cape Horn. Preference is given to the Central American over the Isthmian route for small parties while the Horn passage is recommended for the transportation of troops.

Folding Boat (not the one that turns into a house)

A FOLDING HOUSE. – We have heard tell of folding doors and windows, but a folding house is something of a novelty.

“Day, the New York India rubber dealer, has got up a portable house and boat for gold finders. Among the peculiar advantages of this invention for travelers in California, is the facility with which a boat nine feet long by six feet wide, can be converted into a house of eight hundred and eleven feet, sufficiently high to allow persons to stand upright. The mere disconnecting of the sheet of rubber cloth from the cylinders, turns the boat into a comfortable house. The whole weight of one of them is only seventy pounds — and can be packed away in an ordinary trunk. Day says, that should the traveler be detained at Panama, with a large boat of this kind, which can be so arranged as to spread sail a party may embark upon the gentle Pacific, and by coasting along the shore can reach the valley of the Sacramento, and even penetrate to the gold region itself.”

Only think of it now — folding your house up and stowing it away in your trunk; and again converting it into a yacht, and coasting along the Pacific with it.

EMIGRATION TO CALIFORNIA — GOVERNMENT ESCORT. – A company of emigrants for California, who contemplate leaving Fort Smith, Arkansas, in April next, have obtained through Senator Borland, a military escort to Santa Fe. The company will proceed by the valley of the Canadian River to Santa Fe, and Albuquerque and thence by El Passo to San Francisco. Persons with or without families, wishing to emigrate to California, are invited to rendezvous at Fort Smith, where wagons, horses, oxen, and all the supplies necessary for an outfit, can be readily obtained at reasonable prices. Freight and passengers can reach Fort Smith by steamboat. All who desire to join the party should be at Fort Smith by the 1st of April.

CALIFORNIA GOLD MOVEMENTS. – A number of the fifty or sixty ships advertised to sail for California went to sea this forenoon, and next week a large fleet will take its departure,

______ “for the land
Where each atom of sand,
Is into a dollar reducible!
And as onward you travel,
The “coarse kind of gravel”
All turns to doubloons in your crucible.”

N.Y. Tribune.

A NEW CALIFORNIA EXPEDITION. – A lady of this State, well known for her labors in many a philanthropic cause, is about forming a benevolent expedition to California, which cannot but prove of great public benefit in the present unsettled condition of the region. Aided by several gentlemen of wealth and liberality; she proposes to purchase a vessel, to be freighted with every article necessary for the aid and assistance of the sick and disabled, including the frame of a building intended for a hospital. She is now engaged in raising a company of intelligent and respectable females, to accompany her in this mission of charity, each of whom shall contribute something toward the purchase of the vessel and cargo and assist in the humane object of the enterprise. None will be taken who have not attained the age of twenty-five years, and also produce sufficient testimonials of character. A part of the freight is to consist of articles to furnish a store, in which a part of the women may be employed, and in material for clothing, to be made up according to orders on the spot. — Tribune.

SCENES IN NEW YORK. – The Express says the gold fever is both epidemic and contagious in New York city. It says:

The fact is, and it may as well be told right out, without any circumlocution, so that every body may know the worst, this last gold news has unsettled the minds of even the most cautious and careful among us. Nothing else is talked of, thought of, or dreamed of. Gold is in everybody’s mouth, on everybody’s tongue, in everybody’s face.

Everything looks yellow. Walk from the Battery up to Grace Church, and one hears nothing but, ‘when are you off?’ — ‘lend a hundred dollars,’ — ‘work passage’ — ‘Jones went off yesterday,’ — ‘Smith starts tonight — wife provided for,’ — ‘twenty pound lumps — pick axes,’ — ‘shovels,’ — ‘sifters,’ — ‘Jack knives,’ — ‘Sacramento,’ — ‘twenty carets fine,’ — ‘got a letter from Jenkins, yesterday — Jenkins has dug up two millions,’ — ‘the real dust,’ — ‘Cape Horn too tedious,’ — ‘overland,’ — ‘or through that monumental canal just discovered, you know, at the Isthmus,’ — ‘Chihuahua,’ — ‘Santa Fe,’ — ‘Big Fork,’ — ‘Feather River,’ — ‘Sutter’s Fork,’ — ‘brandy,’ — ‘whisky,’ — ‘seidletz powers,’ — ‘bowie knives,’ — ‘revolvers.’

CALIFORNIA OUTDONE. – The Brooklyn Advertiser has the following, which is very neatly told: “A gentleman of this city had a piece of virgin gold presented to him yesterday morning which he would not sell for $5,000. This is what we call a very handsome present. So does Mrs. Gold and the nurse.”

ETYMOLOGY OF CALIFORNIA. – We are informed by Professor Noodlekranz, that California came from two old Indian words — Kali, gold, and forn-a-who, don’t you wish you may get it?

INCIDENTS IN CALIFORNIA. – Extract of a letter from an officer in the Navy to his friend in Washington, dated,
San Francisco, Dec. 28.

“You would be surprised that in this region an enthusiasm could be excited by anything. The gold mines in this neighborhood have stirred up the natives to a galvanic activity. This little village is deluged with gold, and common laborers are refusing to work in the mines for a hundred dollars a day. The stories told, will take it for granted must be all fabulous; but were you to see the vast quantities hawked about the streets for sale, you would look upon the tale of the Arabian Nights as quite a probable narrative. There seems to be no exhausting the vein, which is said to extend over a district as large as Virginia.

To give you some idea of the state of things here, I will mention the price of a few of the necessaries of life. Flour has been selling at $300 per barrel, pork 70 cents per lb., brandy $60 per gallon, and washing $6 to $8 per dozen and most other things in proportion.

The officers are becoming nervous and excited, while the men desert by the dozen.

Young B., of Baltimore, is hard at work making his fortune, and will return in a year or two a rich man. I saw Dr. M., also of Baltimore, and he is also coining money; he is highly popular and esteemed, and I think is the first man in the place.

I trust J. will not take it into his head to emigrate. — Gold hunting is a most dangerous amusement. The morality is really frightful among the diggers, and the poor beggarly-looking creatures returning from the mines have no doubt paid dearly for their peck or two of gold.”

Huron Reflector (Norwalk, Ohio) Mar 6, 1849

The Poor Student’s Soliloquy.

(On the subject of a departure for California.)

To go, or not to go — That is the question,
Whether ’tis better in the mind to gather
The ingots of a shirtless, mental fortune,
Or forthwith pack our raiment and depart
For those tremendous Gold Mines’ to talk, to doubt
No more; and by one act ot say we end
Gold fever, and the thousand natural shocks
Of speculation — ’tis a consumation
Devoutly to be wished. To go — to come
With pockets lined and elbows all ‘ow’d up,
To sink, per chance, more poor — Ay, there’s the rub,
For whether ’tis more likely we be doomed
To swap our ‘fever’ for a yellower kind.
Must give us pause — There’s the respect that makes
The otherwise most resolute to remain
Like paltry donkeys ‘twain two loads of hay!
The Student looked for the morning papers.

Huron Reflector (Norwalk, Ohio) Mar 13, 1849

The Mill Girls – Going, Going, Gone

April 12, 2010

Pepperell Mill Workers

Image description from Maine Memory:

Pepperell Manufacturing Company was a cotton textile mill which operated at the Saco River falls in Biddeford for 100 years from 1849-1949. The company was named after Sir William Pepperell, a Maine soldier and merchant. Pepperell made sheeting and blankets many of which were shipped to Asian countries. Pepperell still exists today in some form due to mergers.

At mid century, ongoing labor strife and rising tension between mill owners and their increasingly savvy female work force led to a shift in the composition of mill workers.

Cropped Image from Shorpy

TURN OUT OF THE FACTORY GIRLS.

The Yankee factory girls are ‘some.’ In Maine recently, the Proprietors reduced the wages, whereupon there was a general determination to strike; and as they were obliged to give a month’s notice before quitting work, they have meanwhile issued a circular to the world at large, in which is the following paragraph:

We are now working out our notice, and shall soon be out of employment — can turn our hand to most anything — don’t like to be idle — but determined not to work for nothing where folks can afford to pay. Who wants help? –

We can make bonnets, dresses, puddings, pies, or cake; patch, darn, knit, roast, stew and fry; make butter and cheese, milk cows, feed chickens, and hoe corn; sweep out the kitchen, put the parlor to rights; make beds, split wood, kindle fires, wash and iron, besides being remarkably fond of babies — in fact, can do anything the most accomplished housewife is capable of, not forgetting the scolding on Mondays and Saturdays; for specimens of spunk, will refer you to our overseer.

Speak quick! — Black eyes, fair foreheads, clustering locks, beautiful as a Hebe, can sing like a seraph and smile most bewitchingly; any elderly gentleman in want of a wife, willing to sustain either character; in fact we are in the market.

Who bids?

Going, going, gone.

Who’s the lucky man?

Huron Reflector (Norwalk, Ohio) Jan 20, 1849

Mill Girl

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Title    The Lowell offering: writings by New England mill women (1840-1845)
Author    Benita Eisler
Editor    Benita Eisler
Edition    illustrated
Publisher W. W. Norton & Company, 1998

GRINDING MILL OWNERS

SEVERELY SCORED BY A LOWELL MILL GIRL.

She Says that Agent Lyon Draws a Salary of $12,000 a Year, Which if True Would Make Him the Best Paid Agent in Lowell.

Under the caption of “Grinding Down Mill Girls” the following letter has been received by THE SUN:

Mr. Editor — I thought I would write a few lines to you to give an idea of what the life of a Lowell mill girl is at the present time. I have worked for 20 years in a Lowell mill, and having shared all the ups and downs of mill life for that length of time, I doubt if many mill girls are better acquainted with mill life than myself. In looking back to my first years as an operative, comparing them in regard to the amount necessary nowadays, I find we do twice the amount of work for less money nowadays. Of course, people will say that we do not work as long hours as we did 20 years ago, which is all very true; but take the cotton weave room girls, twenty years ago she ran five looms, and was considered a fine weaver; today she must run eight looms to hold her own. So it is in every department of the mill. The machinery is speeded so that the machines turn out more work, so I feel confident in my statement that mill girls do twice the amount of work for less money.

I think it is a burning shame the way mill owners treat the operatives. It is easy if you stop to think how owners become rich while operatives become poorer. The former would like to bring the operatives down to a level with the ignorant classes in some pars of Europe. We see a sample of them on our streets with a handkerchief tied over their heads, instead of a hat, and wearing a dress all colors of the rainbow. I thank God for free America and the stars and stripes that protect us, and the old Bay state with Governor Greenhalge to look after the children, and see that they are sent to school and receive a proper education before they are allowed to go into these factories, so that when they reach manhood and womanhood they will be able to speak for themselves and not allow mill owners to squeeze the very life out of them in order to get rich.

The merchant receives as good a price for his goods today as he did ten years ago. If you wish to buy a piece of cotton cloth you will pay as high for it as you did ten years ago. You can get a remnant a little cheaper perhaps, but for perfect goods the prices are the same.

I think it is a shame to keep down the mill girl the way mill owners are doing by reducing wages so often and then closing the mills. No trade or business suffers as much as that of mill operatives. If a dressmaker is able to make one dress a week she gets her price; if she makes two dresses she gets double wages. If the mill girl makes good pay the mill agent at once makes a cut down.

Can it be wondered at that there are are so many strikes? or so much going on in mill circles? The owners make money and the more they make the more they want; they engage heartless men to manage the affairs. I pity the people who work under them, and there are a few on the Carpet. Just at present there are many people suffering from the Carpet strike. It is a just strike. If the stockholders cannot afford to raise wages, why do they not cut down the salaried men? Why do they rob the help and pour the money into the pockets of the stockholders?

When Agent Lyon first came to work for the Lowell company he was content to work for $4000 a year, and now he is receiving $12,000. There are $8000 which should go into the pockets of the operatives.

As long as he has been in Lowell he does not know how to manage the brussels department, and so he has an overseer to help him out; one is as good as the other. The weavers say that the overseer does nothing but make trouble; in the morning he does a little writing and the rest of the day walks around with his hands in his pockets, and for this gets $6 a day.

He watches the weavers like a cat does a mouse, to see if they do anything which needs reporting to the agent. Brussels weavers working on the piece need no watching. These are things which the public should know, and as THE SUN is not brought up by the corporations I believe you will willingly give a few things about mill life in Lowell and the strike going on in the Carpet mill.

A LOWELL MILL GIRL.

Lowell Daily Sun, The (Lowell, Massachusetts) Jun 2, 1894

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THE BALLSTON GIRLS.

“Sweet Ballston girls,” — said Ben one day,
While they were gaily spinning –
“Upon my honor I will say,
“You all are deuced winning.”
“If I but had a fortune now
As ample as my will,
Not one of you, henceforth, I vow,
Should work within that mill.”

“Ah!” — said a pretty blue-eyed miss,
A fair and rosy creature;
With lips that seemed but made to kiss,
And love in every feature –
“With such a will there are but few,
But easier said than done;
Yet this I’d do, if I were you,
Begin to-day with one.

Title    Centennial history of the village of Ballston Spa: including the towns of Ballston and Milton
Authors    Edward Fabrique Grose, John Chester Booth
Publisher    Ballston journal, 1907

CAN WORK NO LONGER

Two Aged Sisters Taken to County Home To-day.

STROVE TO BE INDEPENDENT

Their Industry Recalls Hood’s “Song of the Shirt” — At Last One Sister Became Ill and the Other Was Obliged to Give Up Work and Nurse Her — They Were in Pitiable Condition.
After years of toil and striving to earn an honest living and to keep together, Catherine Coffey, 65 years old, and her sister, Mrs. Elizabeth Smith, two years younger, were taken to the Onondaga county home at 3 o’clock this afternoon from the rooms at No. 119 Seymour street, where, thanks to the generosity of a Syracuse business man by whom they were formerly employed, they have lived rent free for several years.

Hood’s “Song of the Shirt” with a twentieth century setting tells the story of the two aged women. Born to hard work, they have never known anything else and ever since their girlhood they have kept up their poor home by their own exertions. They belonged to the class of sewing women now almost extinct — the kind who would go out to do tailoring by the day in families where the clothing of the boys and sometimes of the man was home made and where two or three times during the year the tailoress came to make over old garments and to make up new ones. This was forty years and more ago, however, and as “store clothes” became cheaper and more commonly used, the demand for the kind of work that the sisters could do became less and less.

They Were Industrious.

The younger sister married, but her husband was soon taken from her by death, and compelling her to take any means that offered to earn a livelihood. And opportunity finally offered to take work home for several custom and ready made clothing houses and of this the women eagerly availed themselves. For years they went every week for the bulky package of unmade garments and returned them neatly put together and finished. “Stitch, stitch, stitch” — it was the same story repeated over and over for close upon twenty years.

But as the sisters grew older and feebler and less able to work, less money flowed into the little treasury and the outgoings began to exceed the incomings. They were frugal and economical to the point of parsimony, but try as they might, they could not always obtain even the few and scanty articles which they were obliged to class among the necessities of life. They counted themselves more than fortunate when one of the members of a firm which had given them employment told them that, if they wished to do so, they might move into a part of a house belonging to him where they could live rent free. With the burden of fearing the monthly visit of the landlord off their shoulders, they felt that their way would be easy, but as their ability to work grew less, they found that even fuel, food, and clothing meant heavier expenses than they were able to meet.

Mrs. Smith Stricken by Illness.

They strove bravely, for independence, however. The packages of clothing were still called for, but they became smaller and took a long time in the making than had been the case before. At last, Mrs. Smith fell sick with inflammatory rheumatism, brought on, perhaps, by lack of sufficient warmth and nourishment, and her sister was obliged to give up her work in order to have the time to care for her. Then it was that Miss Coffey had to ask for aid from the Department of Charities. An inspector was sent to the room of the two aged women and found a pitiable condition of need. The sick woman was lying on the slates of a bed covered with two thin, old blankets and the covering over her was sadly insufficient. There was little furniture in the house and almost no food, but the women said that they thought that they would be able to work again in a short time and only wanted temporary relief.

The physician who was called to attend Mrs. Smith, however, said that her illness would probably be of long duration and that, unless her sister were relieved of care and responsibility, it would only be a matter of a short time before she, too, would be completely broken down. The devotion of the two was so great that it would have been impossible to part them, and, after much persuasion, they were induced to go to the County home, where it is hoped that they may regain their strength and where they will be better provided for than they have been in years.

Syracuse Herald (Syracuse, New York) Apr 30, 1906

The Song of the Shirt

by Thomas Hood

WITH fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread–
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch
She sang the “Song of the Shirt.”

“Work! work! work!
While the cock is crowing aloof!
And work–work–work,
Till the stars shine through the roof!
It’s Oh! to be a slave
Along with the barbarous Turk,
Where woman has never a soul to save,
If this is Christian work!

“Work–work–work
Till the brain begins to swim;
Work–work–work
Till the eyes are heavy and dim!
Seam, and gusset, and band,
Band, and gusset, and seam,
Till over the buttons I fall asleep,
And sew them on in a dream!

“Oh, Men, with Sisters dear!
Oh, men, with Mothers and Wives!
It is not linen you’re wearing out,
But human creatures’ lives!
Stitch–stitch–stitch,
In poverty, hunger and dirt,
Sewing at once, with a double thread,
A Shroud as well as a Shirt.

“But why do I talk of Death?
That Phantom of grisly bone,
I hardly fear its terrible shape,
It seems so like my own–
It seems so like my own,
Because of the fasts I keep;
Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!

“Work–work–work!
My labour never flags;
And what are its wages? A bed of straw,
A crust of bread–and rags.
That shatter’d roof–and this naked floor–
A table–a broken chair–
And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank
For sometimes falling there!

“Work–work–work!
From weary chime to chime,
Work–work–work–
As prisoners work for crime!
Band, and gusset, and seam,
Seam, and gusset, and band,
Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumb’d.
As well as the weary hand.

“Work–work–work,
In the dull December light,
And work–work–work,
When the weather is warm and bright–
While underneath the eaves
The brooding swallows cling
As if to show me their sunny backs
And twit me with the spring.

“Oh! but to breathe the breath
Of the cowslip and primrose sweet–
With the sky above my head,
And the grass beneath my feet,
For only one short hour
To feel as I used to feel,
Before I knew the woes of want
And the walk that costs a meal!

“Oh! but for one short hour!
A respite however brief!
No blessed leisure for Love or Hope,
But only time for Grief!
A little weeping would ease my heart,
But in their briny bed
My tears must stop, for every drop
Hinders needle and thread!”

With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread–

Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch,–
Would that its tone could reach the Rich!–
She sang this “Song of the Shirt!”

Henry L. Goodwin: A Man For the People

March 21, 2010

A Monopoly of ’49.

Mr. Henry L. Goodwin, of East Hartford, Conn., made a good share of his large fortune by a curious sort of monopoly. He was a California “forty-niner,” and in those early days, when San Francisco and its vicinity had a wretchedly poor supply of drinking water, he was one evening charged half a dollar by a man who owned a well for a drink for his oxen. That made him mad and he resolved that he too would become known as Man-Who-Owns-a-Well. With the aid of his partner, an engineer, he bored eighty feet deep on his town lot and there struck an inexhaustible supply of the best water yet found on the whole coast. Then he established a free drinking fountain for all passers by, but for all other purposes he sold the water, six gallons for a cent. Cattle owners could have their stock watered for fifty cents a yoke per week. For a long time everyone who wanted pure water had to go to Goodwin’s well for it, and a handsome fortune was realized therefrom.
Hartford (Conn.) Current.

Richwood Gazette (Richwood, Ohio) Feb 1, 1883

Father of Rural Deliver.

We again find Tom Watson described in newspaper print as the man to whom the country owes rural free delivery. We are not aware that he ever made such an unfounded claim for himself. The real father of American rural free delivery died some years ago in East Hartford. His name was Henry L. Goodwin, he left a shining example of faithful, useful citizenship behind him.

–Hartford Courant.

The Indiana Democrat (Indiana, Pennsylvania) May 10, 1905

Mr. Henry L. Goodwin, a citizen of Connecticut, has addressed a memorial to congress, praying for the general extension of the free-letter delivery system, and the repeal of the law which forbids its establishment only in connection with post offices supplying a population of less than twenty thousand inhabitants, and the passage of a law leaving it discretionary with the postmaster general. Mr. Goodwin shows that we are far behind Great Britain, France, Prussia and Switzerland in the free delivery business, and refers to the fact that every step for the reduction of postage and the extension of postal facilities to the people has been followed by a large increase in the revenues of the postal departments.

The Weekly Hawk Eye (Burlington, Iowa) Jan 25, 1883

From the Robert A. Seigel Auction Gallery:

The California Penny Post Company was established on June 25, 1855, by Henry L. Goodwin (sometimes reported as “J. P.” Goodwin). The Penny Post advertised service in several larger California towns and cities, offering to carry letters to and from the local post office, to bring letters to one post office and deliver them to the addressee from the receiving office, and to run an express service between towns after the government mails were closed for the day.

A specific rate was charged for each service, and these rates are reflected in the stamps and entries issued by the Penny Post.

Almost immediately the Penny Post incurred the wrath of the San Francisco postmaster, and Goodwin became involved in protracted litigation trying to fight the government.

A DAY’S DEATH ROLL

Henry L. Goodwin, of East Hartford, Conn., one of the gold pioneers to California in ’49, aged 78 years.

Trenton Evening Times (Trenton, New Jersey) Mar 18, 1899

HENRY L. GOODWIN DEAD

Succumbed to Pneumonia at 3 O’clock This Morning.

HAD BEEN ILL ONLY SINCE LAST FRIDAY.

Stricken While at the Capitol — Unconscious for Several Hours Before Death — Sketch of His Useful and Honorable Career.

Henry L. Goodwin of East Hartford, well known throughout the state, died from a severe attack of pneumonia at his home at 2:55 o’clock this (Friday) morning. Mr. Goodwin was stricken while in the hall of the House of Representatives last week Friday, having a fainting fit, from which he recovered in about half an hour, so as to be taken to his home in the Burnside district. Pneumonia developed and Mr. Goodwin has failed rapidly since then, principally because of his feeble condition and advanced age. His brother, George Goodwin, was with him at the time of his death. It was seen yesterday afternoon that Mr. Goodwin had not long to live. At 6 o’clock he recognized his brother George, and then relapsed into unconsciousness, from which condition he did not recover.

Henry Leavitt Goodwin was born in Litchfield November 25, 1821, and was the son of Oliver Goodwin, a native of Hartford, and his wife, Clarissa Leavitt of Bethlehem, Litchfield county. Oliver Goodwin was for some years engaged in the publishing business in Hartford as a member of the firm of Hudson & Goodwin, at one time owners and publishers of “The Courant.” He afterwards removed to Litchfield, where he carried on a book and stationary business, and where Henry L. was born. Henry L. Goodwin began his business career as bookkeeper for his uncle, who was in the paint business in Brooklyn, N.Y. He did not remain very long with his uncle, however, for upon the discovery of gold in California he joined the pioneers in 1849 and became an “Argonaut.” He did not, however, go to the gold mining region as a miner but with an eye open to opportunities for business. He established, shortly after his arrival in the mining regions, a letter post  or pony express for carrying letters and messages from one camp to another, and in this was very successful, making some money. The government, however, put an end to the profit in this private letter carrying and took the mail service into its own hands. Mr. Goodwin was then interested in a system of water supply for miners’ camps and in this he was also successful. He did not remain on the coast a great many years, but returned to Connecticut. His father was a man of competence and had retired from business, and Mr. Goodwin did not interest himself in any particular business.

He took up his residence in East Hartford in 1862, but never carried on business there except to engage in what farming was necessary to keep a small place in condition. He married Susan Leavitt Goodwin, July 30, 1873. She died the succeeding April. There were no children. Since his wife’s death Mr. Goodwin had lived in the Burnside section of East Hartford in the midst of park-like grounds, several hundred trees being near to his home, which in connection with the grounds of his brother-in-law, the late George H. Goodwin, make one of the most attractive home parks in this vicinity. He was very fond of trees and took great care of them and the grounds about them and was particularly interested in a fine spring of water on the grounds. His habits were of the simplest and he lived quietly and unostentatiously devoted in his later years to the children of his brother-in-law.

As a citizen of East Hartford he was public-spirited and deeply interested in the welfare of the town, and its people. He was always at town meetings and generally pointed out something in a proposed action that ought not to be sanctioned by the people, or, more frequently introduced legislation embodying his own views. Some years ago he called attention to the inefficient system by which the books of the collector was kept, and the people indorsing his idea a new system upon lines laid down by himself was adopted, much to the benefit of the town. Upon the completion of the trolley roads east of the river he was instrumental in getting a five-cent fare to Burnside and called attention many times to the shortcomings of the trolley companies in caring for their patrons. His most signal success was in fighting the battle for the people in the matter of the now famous $35,000 appropriated by the towns interested in the Connecticut River bridge, for the “legal expenses” of the old bridge commission in placing the care of the structure on the state. After the order for the payment of East Hartford’s share was passed by the selectmen, Mr. Goodwin sued out an injunction restraining the treasurer of the town from paying an order for $5,000. The matter went to the courts and the supreme court of errors decided in favor of the injunction and it remains permanent. He was greatly interested in the bill before the present Legislature providing for the payment of the $5,000 by the town, the supreme court to the contrary, and had within a few days, been in consultation with prominent men in East Hartford in an effort to defeat its passage. In other matters in the town Mr. Goodwin was in many ways a benefactor. He was often called upon to settle estates for widows, orphans and persons who could ill afford to pay fees for the work and in many such cases served without charge. In one case where there was a chance of very little coming to the beneficiaries of an estate he asked for an allowance for services by the probate court and turned the amount in for the benefit of the beneficiaries. He was generous, but in his own way, following the scriptural injunction not to let his right know what his left hand was doing. Many poor people in East Hartford, and many a public benefaction was aided by Mr. Goodwin in a modest manner and if he was to have told the story it never would have been told. A prominent citizen of East Hartford said of him recently, “Mr. Goodwin was a man whom I greatly admire. He was conscientious in all that he did, worked for what he believed was the people’s good and wanted people to be better than they wanted to be themselves. He has been a useful citizen to the town; none more so.”

Mr. Goodwin was elected to the General Assembly from East Hartford for the years 1871, 1873 and 1874, serving on the committee on roads and bridges and on a committee in 1874 on “Inaccurate legislation,” the last named committee being one in which he would naturally take special pride. If any one could closely scrutinize an act of legislation to find what was in it that ought not to be in it, Mr. Goodwin was pre-eminently the man. His terms in the General Assembly were marked by efficient work as a legislator. For many years Mr. Goodwin has been best known by his appearance before successive legislative committees and at meetings of the stockholders of the New York, New Haven & Hartford Railroad Company pointing out what he thought were delinquencies in the management of the finances of the road, in its bookkeeping and in its returns to the state for taxation. The state treasurer in 1886 brought suit against the railroad company to recover $137,000 in taxes, for returning supplies on hand as cash, and the supreme court found for the defendant upon the ground that, “As the board of equalization acted upon the return with the best information they were able to obtain, their decision is final, however mistaken as to the real facts that decision may have been.” The action of the state treasurer was taken on account of the discoveries made by Mr. Goodwin.

The public will remember a controversy that arose at one of the meetings of the board of equalization in which Mr. Goodwin questioned the figures put in as related to the improvement on the “Portchester” road and was invited by Vice-President John M. Hall of the New York, New Haven & Hartford railroad to inspect the improvements via special train, under his personal escort. This inspection took place some months later, but all that Mr. Goodwin would say of it was that he was “much interested” in what he saw.

In many other railroad matters prior to the long contest with the “Consolidated” Mr. Goodwin was active and always interested in what he believed to be for the benefit of the people. There was never any suggestion of anything or anybody behind what Mr. Goodwin was engaged in in public affairs. He entered upon his work in these lines conscientiously, convinced that he was right as a matter of principle, and used his own money to further his plans, in legitimate ways, by printing arguments and results of his investigations, and oftentimes he employed an attorney to aid him before a legislative committee and never to anyone’s knowledge asking aid from the pocketbook of any other person. Mr. Goodwin was a man of slight physique, and not in the most robust health, but his will was dominant over his ailments and he pushed ahead with great energy. He was in manner almost timid, careful of the rights of others and appreciative of assistance whenever it came to him through the newspaper press. He was well known to newspaper men of the state and in newspaper offices, and well liked, even though it was not always possible to agree with his propositions, which were often a matter of expert bookkeeping, clear to him, he said, but not always so easily understood by others.

The efforts of Mr. Goodwin in behalf of town and state reforms include many things which cannot be recalled, but among other things he was the originator of the present system of the legislative calendar a great assistance to the work of the General Assembly.

While in California Mr. Goodwin became interested in the postal affairs of the country and had a contest with the then postmaster of San Francisco on a matter of principle, which was taken up by Congress and called forth much discussion. From that time forward during the remainder of his life Mr. Goodwin became a student of the postal system of the country and of other countries and had official reports from abroad sent to him regularly. He urged many important reforms in the postal service, was a promoter of free delivery, suggested the carrying of mails by trolley cars, and penny-post he was seconded by the Rev. Dr. Leonard Woolsey Bacon, who was greatly interested in the penny-post system for rural towns. Members of Congress from this state often received from him useful suggestions for better mail facilities. In the matter of the penny post he was seconded by the had but recently taken many documents from Mr. Goodwin’s house to work up the reform, while Mr. Goodwin was busy with his work before legislative committees.

Hartford Courant, The (1887-1922)  Hartford, Connecticut  17 Mar 1899

From Wiki

DEATH LIST OF A DAY.

Henry L. Goodwin.

Henry Leavitt Goodwin of East Hartford, Conn., died of pneumonia at his home, in that town, yesterday after a short illness.

Mr. Goodwin was an active citizen, serving as a member of the lower house of the Legislature in 1871, 1872, and 1874, when he devoted much attention to the affairs of the New York, New Haven and Hartford Railroad in opposition to its consolidation first, and later to its absorption of rival lines. It was he who for many years appeared at the annual meetings of the company and made a series of fruitless fights against the incorporation of the cost of the Port Chester branch of the road in the capitalization of the company, charging that this branch had been largely overcapitalized by illegal watering at the time of its construction. For more than a dozen years he advanced his views, both before the Legislature and at the stockholders’ meetings, but legislative investigations that never amounted to anything were all that he accomplished. He did, however, succeed in having the tax laws of the State so amended as to secure the taxation of much railroad property that has previous to his agitation escaped its share of the burden. He was also largely responsible for the defeat of the thirty-five-thousand-dollar appropriation for “legal expenses” which the Legislature had sanctioned in connection with condemnation proceedings by the East Hartford Bridge Commission.

Mr. Goodwin was born in 1821, and in 1849 went to California, where he made a comfortable fortune in a pony mail and express route which he conducted between the mines and San Francisco, and which the Government finally acquired. Then he supplied water to miners’ camps, and was one of the pioneers in the State’s irrigation schemes. He inherited another fortune from his father, at the time of whose death, in 1862, he returned to East Hartford.

New York Times (1857-Current file)  New York, New York  18 Mar 1899

FUNERAL OF HENRY L. GOODWIN

Words of Eulogy by the Rev. Dr. Leonard Woolsey Bacon.

The funeral of Henry L. Goodwin was attended at his late home in Burnside yesterday afternoon at 2:30 o’clock, a large gathering of friends and relatives filling the rooms of the old farm house. The services were conducted by the Rev. S.A. Barrett of the East Hartford Congregational Church, who offered prayer and read selections from the Scripture. the Rev. Dr. Leonard Woolsey Bacon of Norwich, an intimate personal friend of Mr. Goodwin, delivered words of eulogy, saying that out of an overflow of personal love he had come to pay a tribute to his friend of forty years. Long remembrance of a dear friend had made it impossible, at such a time, to say just the word that should be said, but here had lived a righteous man, if ever a righteous man did live. It would be impossible to speak words of praise in his presence, even his dumb lips might protest. He was not used to them in his modest life, but he had become well accustomed to obloquy and scorn, and his efforts had often been met with sneering and contempt. He had, however, the approval of God, speaking through his own honest conscience, and with that he was content. He moved about among the ways of men, his calm, quiet personality carrying a rebuke to unrighteousness. For many years his mind was active in enterprises for the benefit of his fellow men, fearless, tenacious, making it easier for us all to stand faithfully in our lot, doing our duty because we had seen his example.

Voices from unexpected quarters were now testifying to the dignity of his manhood and the usefulness of his life. But men may be simply righteous, and just, and not attain to goodness. Our friend was a good man. We shall know him better now that he has passed away, and little by little tales of his gentleness, of his acts of kindness and charity, shall be told. Even since coming to the house of mourning the speaker had learned what he had never heard Mr. Goodwin allude to in his long friendship of forty years — of his patient, fearless nursing of cholera patients on the Isthmus of Panama, when he made with his own hands the coffins for the dead and placed the dead in them while physicians and authorities had abandoned them. There was the gentleness and the goodness of the man. And there shall be many here who shall remember what good things he has done for the benefit of us all. The blessing of those who in their poverty were aided and in their distress were comforted will follow him even into the land of light.

This life had been a wonder to many. They were perplexed to find an explanation of its persistent dealing with those things that interested him in behalf of the community. there was an idea that there was something behind it, that it might possibly be a love of notoriety. There was no understanding that faithful service could come from the purest motives. People did not, could not, understand this sort of human nature, that could serve God by serving man.

Dr. Bacon offered the closing prayers. It is his intention to prepare a memorial sermon to be delivered in the East Hartford church, of which Mr. Goodwin was a member, at a later day, and also to prepare a sketch of Mr. Goodwin for publication.

The body of Mr. Goodwin rested in a casket in the east room of the house, surrounded with a profusion of flowers. At a later hour in the afternoon the burial occurred in the old North Cemetery in this city, beside his wife. The bearers were chosen from among relatives.

Special cars took friends and relatives from this city and from Glastonbury to the funeral.

Hartford Courant, The (1887-1922)  Hartford, Connecticut  21 Mar 1899

The Dead-Head System.

That very sensible and practical newspaper, the New York Journal of Commerce, takes the following logical view of free passes to the legislators and high officials in their travels over railroads:

Mr. Henry L. Goodwin, of East Hartford (Conn.), deserves something better than the insolent slur cast upon him by the president of the New York, New Haven and Hartford Railroad for having sued out an injunction to restrain that road from giving free passes to members of Legislatures and of Congress, and all public officers, from the President of the United States downward. “His real object,” says president Bishop, “is probably to make himself distinguished.” His real object, we should more charitably say, is to cut off a useless waste of money and thus to enhance the profits of the road in which he is a stockholder, and to terminate a public nuisance so far as that line is concerned.

The whole traveling public, still more than the stockholders, have a direct interest in the discontinuance of “dead-headism” on railroads. Nothing is given in this world without a value received or expected; and when the New Haven line distributes free passes to the Connecticut Legislature, it only pays in advance for benefits it hopes to receive. By such means railroads stave off investigations, or procure favorable legislation. The public, going to the Legislature and petitioning for laws to restrain or regulate railroads, find that body already bought over to the other side. It is not consistent with human nature that a man should feel unfriendly to a road whose yearly free pass for himself and family he carries in his pocket-book. To the average legislator, unambitious of “heavy strikes” and great spoils, this bit of pasteboard is an immense favor, and only to be recompensed by blindly voting for all that the donors want. Shrewd railroad managers well understand this, and distribute the tickets plentifully at the opening of sessions, and so secure the defeat of possible hostile legislation. The companies can never be depended on to abandon official “dead-heading” voluntarily. They pretended to try it at the West a year or two ago, but it was soon ascertained that every company broke its own rules, and the agreement was openly abandoned; and the old plan of controlling legislatures with free tickets is now in vogue everywhere except on this one Connecticut road, where a judicial injunction has stopped it temporarily. Mr. Goodwin merits the public thanks for invoking the intervention of the only power equal to the suppression of the evil.

Galveston Daily News (Galveston, Texas) May 1, 1875

“What will Henry L. Goodwin do when the Legislature adjourns sine die?” is a question asked by every visitor at the Capitol. He has not missed a session since the Legislature convened and has been in attendance upon every hearing before the railroad committee. His aim and ambition in life appears to be, to harass the Consolidated road and he has succeeded in having bills introduced that caused the attorneys for that corporation many hours to labor of hunt up arguments and questions of law. If Mr. Goodwin was a member of the Legislature he would be of great service to the state if appointed upon the railroad committee but that day will never come. The Consolidated road has a great deal at stake and they take an important part in the state politics. They would do their utmost to defeat Mr. Goodwin if he were nominated and he must always remain a private citizen, content to introduce bills that are always reported on adversely.

Sunday Herald (Bridgeport, CT) – Apr 7, 1895

From:

“Men of Mark in Connecticut: Ideals of American Life Told in Biographies and Autobiographies of Eminent Living Americans”
Editor:    Norris Galpin Osborn
Publisher: W.R. Goodspeed, 1904  (Google Book LINK – pg  275)

Humorous Reminiscences by ‘Nix of Cowanus’

January 20, 2010

Doings in our School House.

Under this head, we find in the N.Y. Spirit of the Times some humorous reminiscences by ‘Nix of Cowanus,’ from which we extract the following spicy paragraphs:

‘First class of vagabonds rise!’ thundered our old schoolmaster. Well, the vagabonds did rise –

‘Now answer every question correctly, or I’ll break every bone in your bodies,’ was the next pronunciamento of the old autocrat of our red school house.

Image from the 1865 edition: Google Book LINK

‘John Brown what do you understand by accoustics?’

‘Why, a stick to drive cows with, I suppose.’

‘Get out, you young vagabond! Did I not see you reading about the science of sound?’

‘Guess not — that was about Sylvester Sound, the Somnambulist.’

‘It was, eh? Sarah, you are John’s younger sister?’

‘Yeth thir.’

‘What is accoustics?’

‘I know, thir — it ith, it ith the art of making a noith and hearing a noith.’

‘You are right. Explain it.’

‘Yeth thir. If you tick your finger in your mouth and then pull it out suddenly, the cold air rushes into the vacuum, and produtheth a sound that thrikes upon the tympan of the ear which maketh the thound audible, and is denominated the thrence of a couthitixth.’

‘You are quite right, Sarah. John, can you now tell me what is meant by the science of accoustics? Be careful, sir, or you’ll feel my stick.’

‘Yes, sir. A cow sticks your finger in her mouth — kicks over the pan, which sounds awful, and is called the science of a cow’s kick.’

‘Well, John, you do credit to your teacher. — You may take your books and run home.’

Ninepence (Image from http://wildwinds.com)

‘Willy Chase, what is the currency of the United States?’

“Cash and money.’

‘What are its denominations?’

‘Coppers, bogus and Bungtown cents, pennies, fips, pics, four pence hap’nys, levys, ninepences, and shinplasters.’

‘That will do.’

‘Jones, what is the standard weight of the U.S.?’

‘Scale weight and a little longer.’

‘Samuel, how many kingdoms are there in the material world?’

‘Four.’

‘Three, only three.’

‘Four, I think, sir.’

‘Well, name them — what are they?’

‘Mineral kingdom, animal kingdom, vegetable kingdom, and kingdom come.’

‘Now, how many kinds of motion are there?’

‘Four.’

‘No, only two; voluntary and involuntary.’

‘Simon says there are four.’

‘What does Simon say they are?’

‘Point, point up, point down, and wig-wag.’

‘You rascal! I’ve a mind to wig-wag your jacket! Hadn’t you better describe the motion of my stick?’

‘I can, sir.’

‘And its effect?’

‘Yes, sir. Up stroke, and down stroke — the up stroke regular and easy, the down stroke spasmodically electrifying, and its effect strikingly indescribable.’

‘You understand that, I see.’

‘George Smith, do you recollect the story of David and Goliath?’

‘Yes sir — David was a tavern keeper, and Goliah was an intemperate man.’

‘Who told you that?’

‘Nobody. I read it; and it is said that David fixed a sling for Goliah, and Goliah got slewed with it.’

‘Wasn’t Goliah a giant, a strong man?’

‘Yes, he was a giant, but he had a weak head.’

‘How so?’

‘Why to get so easily slewed.’

‘Yes George, that was undoubtedly owing ot the strength of the sling. Wasn’t David a musician?’

‘Yes sir — he played psalms on the harp; a favorite instrument with the Jews, and at the present day it is called a Jewsharp. I have one in my pocket — here it is. Place it in your mouth thus — breathe on the tongue gently, then strike it with your fingers this way — and the psalms, in harmonious corncob fructify on the ear as natural as thunder.’

‘That’s sufficient — you can pocket your harp.’

‘Jane, what is time?’

‘Something that flies, any how.’

‘How do you make that out!’

‘Why, tempus fugit.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Latin; it means that time flies, and how can time, if it flies, be anything else than something that flies?’

‘Excellent. What is the meaning of requiescat in pace?’

‘Rest quiet cat in peace.’

‘Well, Jane: at Latin you are perfectly au fait — which translated, means perfectly awful; it is a great phrase from the classics, and applicable to this class particularly. Now take off your jackets, and I will give you ‘reward of merit.’ Those who get more than they merit, can keep the overplus as a token of my special affection for them; and those who get less, can have the mistake rectified by mentioning it to me.’

Huron Reflector (Norwalk, Ohio) Dec 25, 1849

Forty-Niner Profile: Stewart E. Bell

December 12, 2009

Previous California Gold Rush posts mentioning Stewart E. Bell:

“A Pocket Full of Rocks Bring Home”

The Ohio 49′ers: Some Stay, Some Return

*****

Stewart E. Bell came from good pioneer stock:

Stewart E. Bell died March 11, 1896, at the home of his daughter, Mrs. Arthur Phinney, in Sandusky, Ohio. He was born in Middleberry township, Hartford county, Connecticut, November 25th, 1809. He was the son of Elizur Stewart Bell and wife Polly.

His father, with a party of eighteen families, left Connecticut for Ohio in September, 1815, making the journey with oxen, cows and wagons — Mr. Bell’s father being the only one of the party having a horse ; one other of the party, Mr. Beatty, father of General Beatty, having a very long eared donkey, which gave much amusement to the children during the journey. After spending about six weeks on the way, they arrived in Sandusky the latter part of October. Mr. Beatty owned a large tract of land in the vicinity of Sandusky, and sold parcels of it to the members of the party.

Schooner (Image from http://www.schoonerman.com)

Mr. Bell‘s father purchased 140 acres at $4 per acre. Mr. Bell’s father was a ship carpenter and soon after his arrival he built a schooner, which he named ” Polly of Huron,” after his wife. The boat was built about a mile and a half from the lake shore and it took forty yoke of oxen — all there were in the counties — to haul it to the lake. The hauling was done in one day. He died in October, 1816, and his widow subsequently married a man by the name of Munger but lived with him but a short time.

Mr. Stewart E. Bell, on May 8, 1834, married Elvira Dibble, who was born in Connecticut but emigrated from the city of New York with a brother to Sandusky in 1832. They first located on Hancock street, but later bought a house on Adams street, where they resided till 1870, when they moved to their country home about two miles from Sandusky on Columbus avenue.

Mr. Bell was a ship carpenter, following the trade of his father. In 1849 he caught the gold fever and went to California, where he remained about sixteen months. During the fore part of his stay there he worked at his trade, making the first boat ever built at Sacramento Harbor ; for which he received sixteen dollars per day and board. He afterwards went to the mines, but before securing much gold he was called home by sickness.

After the death of his wife in 1887, Mr. Bell lived with his daughter, Mrs. Arthur Phinney, at whose home he died as above stated, aged 87 years.

Underground Railroad (Image from http://strattonhouse.com)

His wife, Elvira Dibble, was an active member of the Underground Railway and assisted many runaway slaves on their way to Canada. Two sons and one daughter survived him. Both sons reside in Columbus, Ohio, and his daughter, Mrs. Phinney, died January 7, 1898.

From:
The Fire Lands pioneer (1882)
Author: Firelands Historical Society
Volume: 12, ns. p.533-534
Ohio — History Periodicals
Publisher: Norwalk, Ohio : Fire Lands Historical Society

*****

This next article isn’t about Stewart E. Bell (although it mentions him,) but about John Beatty and some of the other pioneers mentioned above:

Seventy-Five Years in Perkins.

BY W.D. GURLEY.
FOR THE REGISTER.

At the close of the war of 1812 the Rev. John Beatty and Julius House, then living in Connecticut, formed a colony of twelve families. Late in the fall of ’15 they arrived in Erie county and selected their farms in Perkins township on the sand ridge now leading from Bogarts to Bloomingville, then an Indian trail. Each family built his own campfire and slept in their wagons while building their one story log cabins. The country being new, they were surrounded by wild beasts and savage tribes. These cabins were built without boards, nails or glass. During the winter of ’15 they organized the first M.E. church on the Firelands, John Beatty being a local preacher and Julius House an exhorter. Mr. House was chosen class leader, which office he held for more than fifty years. The number of members was about fifteen. At a meeting in ’36 there was 108 added to their number. This society has prospered for the last seventy five years under such preachers as the Rev. John H. Powers, Wm. Runnells, John Rellam, Adam Poe, Rev. T.B. Gurley, Sawyer, Dunn, McMahon, Mitchell, Barkdull, Breckenridge, Broadwell, Thompson and a host of others.

The Rev. James Gray has been returned for the second year to Perkins for to persuade the people to come out to church and receive the blessings reserved for them. These old pioneers, fathers and mothers, went to work, fenced and cleared their land, plowed the ground, set out several apple orchards which grew and thrived and in a few years furnished apples and cider not only for the neighborhood but also for Sandusky.

In a few years those old log cabins were removed, frame buildings took the place of the old ones, barns and outhouses were erected, rail fences torn down and picket and board fences became the fashion of the day. These old pioneer fathers went to work, toiled hard early and late for more than half a century, then they one by one passed away, leaving their homes to their children and grand children.

There are today six of those children living who came with their parents to Perkins seventy-five years ago: Mr. Stuart Bell, of Sandusky; Mrs. Susan O. Monnett, of Norwalk; Mrs. Riley, of Avery; Mrs. Green, of Perkins; Ellery Taylor and Lindsley House, were all children when they arrived here.

The new generation that has sprung up was not satisfied with those old pioneer orchards because they were old fashioned and somewhat infirm with age, so they have all been cut down and cleaned away.

Mr. T.B. Taylor, grandson of Jessie Taylor, now occupies his grandfather’s old homestead of seventy-five years. A magnificent mansion has just risen on the sight of the old cottage by Mr. Taylor. It is built in the latest French style, its windows filled with French cut glass, while those of the hall are Chinese glass. The building fronts the road and is built with its hip roof, its stack chimneys and surmounted spires; it is roofed with slate and painted in the latest style of the nineteenth century. The driveway leading from the road to the stable curves to the east parlor door, then passes through a beautiful potochere, a French name, and is a very convenient part of he house. The way is covered with slate and pebble stones; the sidewalk leading from the gate to the house is laid with long square flag stones imported from some foreign port. Shrubbery occupies the yard, while in front of the house stands a beautiful row of maples. The old barn has been removed a little back and a magnificent one erected on the site of the old one, with its surmounted cupola and spire; it is painted red and tipped with white. Thrift and fashion have removed the old land marks by Mr. Taylor and introduced a new era into the shady paradise of the past.

Mr. Taylor and family are now comfortably settled in their new home and the well arrainged furniture shows the taste of Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.

There was one of these old pioneers’ apple trees standing in the door yard which had escaped the notice of hte woodman’s axe.

Sandusky Daily Register (Sandusky, Ohio) Dec 29, 1890

See previous post The Pioneer Apple Tree HERE

Sudden Death

Mr. Charles L.* Bell, well known in Sandusky, died suddenly of appoplexy at his home on King avenue in Columbus on Saturday morning, July 6. Mr. Bell was in the sixtieth year of his age, eldest son of Mr. Stewart E. Bell and brother of Mrs. Arthur Phinney, of this city.

Sandusky Register (Sandusky, Ohio) Jul 9, 1895

*(probably should be Charles Stuart/Stewart Bell)


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