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Yaid<ees who are liere have mostly honorable callings. Some, I anj
sorry to say, do not resist the temptation to follow the low Dutchman
anil foreigner in the disreputable business of retailing alcohol and en-
couraging vice.


All industries are springing up. The hcavj- business is, and will be
for a number of years, cattle and sheep raising. The boom is on now.
Stock has risen fifty per cent, in eight niontiis. P'oreign capital is
flooding the country, buying up the large ranches, and grants of mil-
lions of acres, and it seems to me the best chances for snudl capital-
ists are fast disappearing. Eeef is as high here as in Massachusetts,
and the general market for groceries about the same. Butter is high ;
cheese double what I pay for it in Lynn ; fruit scarce and high, as tlie
present supply comes from California. l>ut wlien the Yankees get
agoing here, they will show the soil to be adapted to all fruits, vege-
tables and grains, in great variety and abundance.

Last, but not by any means the least, conies the mining interests.
They are moving fast, and the most sanguine are being surprised at
the rapid discoveries and developments, and the increase in the output
of bullion.

All the excursion parties en route to California stop here. The
novelty of the adobe city, with a run through the Tertio Millennial
Exposition, gratifies their curiosity, and the satisfaction of reading in
the morning paper their names, addresses, and calling in life, ])leases
the tourists' vanity, knits closer in sympathy their association with
the place, and sends them off on their way rejoicing, towards the Gol-
den Gate and Yosemite Valley, remembering this with other courte-
sies and hospitalities, as they are rolled on their retreat over the Cen-
tral Pacific Kailroad homeward to the Eastern States, by the Lakes to
the Atlantic.

Among the arrivals last week came our good lady reformer, Mrs.
Leavitt, who is travelling under tlie auspices of the W. C. T. U. She
was very pleasantly entertained l)y Mrs. Cam])bell, under whose hos-
pitable roof she obtained a much needed rest, and was made at
home. She was invited to hold a public temperance meeting in the
Eresbyterian churcli, and it came off Sunday evening, and although
tlie hackneyed subject would tire most people, yet with her large ex-
perience and knowledge she interested the audience much, of course
the Hutchinsons had to Sing, as they always have sung for any honest
radical reform. I passed the hat, ami the large collection sliowed that
there must iiave been some Meilindisin in the assembly. A concert
was announced, and on Tliursilay fdllowing came otf, and we had tlir
satisfaction of litlping to l)uild a fence round the church lot. Our
home songs are a 25leasant reniiiuler to tliese far-away citizens of their
early days, when the " Hutchinson Family" singing was the first they
heard. The song, " Forty Years Ago," caused nuuiy a moistened eye
when the sentiment of early associations was enumerated in the lines :
the native farm by the village town; the old school-house; the mas-
ter; the river flowing by ; the bubbling spring ; the old elm, with the


name of the sweetheart cut in the bark ; the flowers scattered over the
graves of the loved ones, — all, all with the hope of meeting again
those pure spirits in the near future, after tlie uncertain is passed,
— awakeiieil such asjjirations as we count the soul's best treasure; and
tears viri- in tlii' eyes of the refined audience who honored us with
their ])n'S(ii(e. With the "God Bless You," and shaking of the hand,
we bid farewell.

On Atio-ust IGtli I left Santa Fe, taking Viola and
Kate Avitli me. Thatniglit Ave gave a coneert at ]Monte-
/iima Hot Springs, Viola singing, and Kate, wlio liad
already begun to display good eloeutionary powers, re-
citing '' The New Church Organ," Avhieh I had taught
her. We also gave a concert in Hutchinson, Kansas,
and then Avent on to Glencoe, Minn., Avhere I liad a good
deal of business connected with my property to transact,
and finally reached Hutchinson, Minn., on August 28th.
The next day Avas Sister Abhy's birthday, and .\sa's
family joined Avith mine in celebrating it in a grove by
the Hassan River. The citizens gathered en oiuts.'<e to
hear us sing and })lay. The old settlers, Avhile here,
Avere photographed Avith us in a group. Three days
later, on Sunday, Ave had a big praise meeting in the
same grove. One day, Avith Asa, Abby, liis daughter and
Kate, I Avent out to see my one-hundred-aml-sixt^'-acre
farm. We saAv a Avolf Avhile tliere. A little later Ave
ga\^e a concert in the Vineyard ]\Iethodist Episcopal
C'luircli, Asa, Dennett and his Avife, Joint and Viola,
Avith speaking by Kate, my onl}- granddaughter. During
our stay in Hutcliinson Ave Avent do\An to St. Paid and
Avitnessed the opening of the Nortliern Pacilic road.
On Octol)er 4tli Abby (Anderson), ^Vsa, A'iohi and
Jolui gave a concert in Brownton. Then A'iola and
Kate went on toward Cliicago, Avhere I o\i'rlook them
later, and Asa and I tlircw ourselves into the project of
g'ettiii<'' a railroad to Hutchinson. We hehl meetinos iu


Hutchinson and towns along' tliu |)r()[>osL'(l route, sung
to the people and talked to them. Our efforts seemed
likely to be fruitless at one time, but the railroad may-
nates of the Northwest took tlie matter up, and the
transportation facilities of the town are now hrstelass.

On October 2otll I left Hutchinson, fecliu"' a Pood
deal of solicitude for Al)by Anderson, Asa's daughter.
It was well grounded, for a short time later Asa took
her to New York, to Sister Aljby's home, and she never
left her bed after her arrival. I reaclu'd I>ynn on the
30th, to find a number of eno-a^'ements to siuLT waitino-
forme. On the following night I sung in the North
Avenue Methodist Episcopal Church, Candjridge, with
Henry, Lillie and Viola. During my al)sence Henry
had been hard at work getting in the foundation for my
great apartment-house. Terrace Lodge, containing twelve
suites of rooms. The hap[)in('ss and sorrow of the year
that followed was mingled with the care of its erection.
Henry's cough was getting very l)ad, and although he
sung ^^■ith us several times through the autumn and
early Mintci', he was unaljle to do much. It was a great
grief to him that I felt it necessary to have others do
the work of assisting me about the premises that he had
done so long.

On December 19th I participated in an entertainment
at the Y. M. C. A. hall, with many old Lynn friends.
There were thirty numbers on the programme ; and all
— readings, songs and instrumental nuisic — were by
Lynn authors. The united singers gave old '' W'aterhill,"
fugue tune composed a century before by a Lynn musi-
cian. Among the readers of their own selections were
Cyrus M. Tracy, J. AVarren Newhall and George E.
Emery. Kepresentativcs of the IJarkcr P'amily sinig
Nathan Barker's setting of " Sweet Alice, Ben Bolt."


In eninpaiix" \\\[]\ N'iola, I>illif. -Iml, Kate and Jacl<. T
.suiiir lirollicr .K'ssi'"s •' Okl ( irauite State,'' cmr I'aiiiilv


The year 188-i was in many I'espects a sad one for
me. A year of partinLjs \\iili old friends, and dearest
relatives, — saddest of all In-cause of tlie parting from
my noble son, my iirsthoin. On the 5th day of January
a dis[)al(di came from Asa that his daughter Ahby was
dead. That last ^\•a\■e of the haiulkerchief at Hutchin-
son ^\■as lier adieu to me forever. A few days later Asa
came to me AA'ith Beth, Abbj- .Vnderson's (hiughter. It
was my brother's hist visit to High Ivouk. We went
together to view old scenes and old friends, sung, played
and talked together. On January Tlh. I bid him fare-
Avell in Boston, and he went to Milford.

The lolli of January was marked by two narrow es-
capes. Jndson was taken ill while in Terrace J^odge,
and I caught him just as he was falling out of a fourth-
story window. AVithin fifteen minutes little Jack, my
grandson, fell down tlie well-room from one of the stair-
ways, two stories, btit was unliurt.

A few (lavs later I went to New York and spent a
short time with Asa and Abby, my last ri'maining brother
and sister. Together Ave made a tri[) to AVashington.
We three, with Judson and Zephaniah, enjoyed our first
impressions of the capital together exactly forty yeais
before, and Ave felt a sweet satisfaction in renewing these
experiences, and noting the changes that four decades
had Avrought. The slave-pen had disa[)peared from the
District of Columbia forcA^er, and A\ith it had gone the
great inicpiity it fostered. AVith it, too, had disappeared
tlie Imrning questions of debate that raged Avhen Ave
made our lirst tri[) to AVashington, A\hile tlie lips of the
orators of those daA's Avere forever silenced. Where


were Webster and Clay and Calhoun. anIio wen- in tlicir
prime then? Wlu-re \\as John (^uiney Adams, tht- old
man elo(.|iient ? Where was John P. Hale and Levi
Woodbur}' ? Where was John Tyler and his cabinet
minister, Postmaster-General AV^yckliffe ? They had all
passed off the stage where they Avere playing- so promi-
nent parts in the early months of 1844, and after them
had gone too, men Avhom \\e had iinown as leaders in
succeeding decades, Fillmore, Cliddings, I^inef)ln, Chase,
Greeley, Wilson, and a host of others. And we three
g]-ay-haired little people, with hearts as young as ever,
were permitted to revisit these historic scenes, view the
Capitol in its increased inaginhcence, meet the successors
of the mighty men of those other days, and ponder on
the moral of it all. A few months and Asa was gone : a
few 3'ears, and Ablw, too, had passed away. With
them passed over the men who were caimi then largely
occupying the public mind, lUaine, Arthur, Sherman,
and the rest; and still I remain to tell the tale, and re-
cord these reflections, feeling, with good old Tom
]Moore —

" Like one wlio treads alone, some liannnet liall deserteil,
\\'li()se lights are tied, whose uarlaiids dead, and all hut lie ileparted."

We visited many scenes of interest and met ohl
friends everywhere. ()n oni' evening we had our hands
full. We were given a rece[)tion at Miss Ransom's and
later Avent to the Unity Clul), and sung, being elected
honorary mem1)ers. On another evening we had a re-
cejition at the Kiggs House by woman-suffrage sym-
pathizers. Susan B. Anthony, Mrs. Jane TI. S[)offoi(l
and others were present. We had pleasant interviews
with Dr. George B. Loi'ing, connnissioner of agriculture.

On Wednesday', Februarv tith, I arrived in Boston on


m}' yviij liomc, jusi in time to attend the funeral of
Wendell Phillips, our friend and eo-lal)orer for so niany
years of anti-slaveiv struggle. Two days later there
was a memorial meeting at Faneuil Hall, at whieli I
sano- '' Lav Him I^ow," a song we afterwards sano- at
tlu^ funei'al of Wliittier. We had seen the Avords, or a
part of them, in some stray place, and after the death of
Phillips, l)efore leaving for Boston, Ahhy and I had
added several verses. The song, as we have often since
sung it, is as follows:

" Close liis eyes, his work is done.

Wliat to liim is friend or foeman,
Rise "f inoiin or set of sun,

Hand of man or kiss of woman ?
Lav liiin low, — lay him low,
I iider till' clover or under the snow;
Wliat cares lie, he cannot know,

Lay him low.''

[Bj/ Abb,,.]
As man may, lie fought his fiuht,

Proved his truth by his endeavor ;
Let his name in golden light

JJve forever and forever.

[Dij Abbij and John.]
(ireat his lo\e for human kind,

.Strong his faith in truth's jtromotioii ;
In his teaching gems we find,

Deacon lights along life's ocean.

"Wreaths we hriiig that ne'er shall fade;
(Jreener w itii the ]ia>sing years,
Brighter foi- our error's sliaile.
Jewelled with our falling tears."

[B'j John.]

Pure the radiant ]>;\\\i he trod,

Conscious of the i'ouut 't\vas given;

]Ii> aUotli'd years from 1 '.od —

Are triumphs emphasized from Heaven.

HENKV .1. liriClllNSON— ([,. 127)

„ yii'S

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"Bond in love, () azure 8l<y!

Shine, '< stai's at evt'iiing time!
Watch i>ur iiei'o caliuly lie

Clothed in I'aitli and hojie sublime.

"Lay liini low, — lay liini low,

I'nder the elover. under the snow.
How we loved liiiii none can know,
Lay him low."

Then followed days of exacting- cares, with Henry
too sick to help, and -nights of weary watching by his
hedside. One morning he awoke, looked at nie, lying on
the loniige in the room, and remai'ked, "" Well, father,
I've got to go." On the 12tli of .Vpril he died. '•'•Katie,"
was his last word, s[>oken as he saw his consin, Kate
Dearborn, enter the room, having jnst arrived from ^lil-
ford. A few days later he was buried in the family lot
in the 'Eastern linrial (Ironnd. Kev. V. A. Cooper,
who liad often been at his bedside dining his sickness,
spoke at tlie funeral Avords of hope and consolation.
The dear form lay in the casket, clothed in his concert
suit and we all gathered about it and sang '' No Night
There," "Jesus, Lover of my Soul," '-Sweet Uy and
By," and "We Are Almost Home." The Li/>in Item
spoke of the funeral as follows :

"The funeral of the late Henry J. Iliitelunson, of the welhknown
Hutchinson Fanuly, occurred Monday afternoon from the residence at
High Kock. ]Mr. Hutchinson passed away on Saturday last, after an
illness of three months with consumiition. He was born at ^Nlilford, ]N'.
II., on the Hutchinson Family estate and was thirty-nine years, five
months of age. He sang in the family all over the country dm-ing
their campaigns and assisted in the temperance cause. He first came
to Lynn twenty-eight yi'ars ago, and this city has been his residence
nearly all of the time since. The funeral services were conducted by
IJev. y. A. Coo[ier, of the First Methodist ('hurch. Mv. IIutehins(m's
life and character were ilwelt ui)on by ]\[r. C'oo]ier, who was jiersonally
acquainted with the deceased. Tiie service consisted of Scripture read-
ing and a general conversation by the nunister. The fandly sang 'No


Xiglit Tlicrc,' an<l 'Jesus, Loa'ct of my Soul.' Little Jack, his five-year-
old son, sang, 'The Sweet By ami i>y,' tlie family joining in the eiiorus.
The floral decorations were a lyre and harp. The body was interred in
the EasttTu Burial (iroimd. Mr. Hutchinson will Ije rememhered as a
l)leasant and agreeable gentleman, possessed of numy noble character-

The Xe/r Yurk Tribinw spoke kindly of Henry, mak-
ing- the mistake, liowever, in its editorial, of confound-
ing my niece Abby, with my sister :

" One by one the historic Hutchinson faiiiily is passing away. It was
rejjorted a few weeks ago that Abby Hutclunson, the sweetest of the
elder singers, had died. And now comes the announcement of the death
of Henry .J. Hutchinson, from consumption, at his home on High Bock,
Lynn, ]\Iass., v.diere he kept a government signal station. A few years
ago he was a handsome young man, erect and robust as an athlete. His
long yellow liair was like the mane of a lion and he seemed destined to
live many years. Unlike his father, .John, and Abby, his aunt, he could
sing o^iera music with fine effect, and his bearing on the stage reminded
one of the adored Cajjoul. Alas, the sweet singer now sleei^s in the
lovely cemetery of Lyini, in full sight of tlie ocean breakers, and almost
under the cliffs of the famous Hutchinson mansion, wlucdi looks far out
on the sea. He was born in Milford, X. H., on the Hutchinson family
estate, and was thirty-nine years and five months of age. He sang in
the family all over the country during their jiolitical, teiuperance and
social campaigns. Henry Hutchinson was generous, imjiulsive and
fearless. ^Vbout eight years ago he married a charming woman, and
their first babe was liorn in the valley of the Vosemite."

The T>ynn Assembly })assed apiirojiriate resolutions,
offered by the Hon. E. 15. Hayes, and many were tlie
"word.s of comfort and s3-mpatliy that came to High
Rock from loving friends all over tlie country. .Vnd
the invalid mother and burdened father, with the broken-
hearted wife, left alone with her little ones, sorely
needed these consolations. Lillie bravely took up the
Avork of supporting her boys, contiiuiing to sing in
church, and opening a studio foi- ])iauo pupils on ^larket
Street. She was a successful teacher as well as a line


sino-er, and soon ])ccaiuu t'li^rossed in Ikt A\()rk. The
boys iiiliL'rited the musical tah^its of bolli jiareiits, and
have each been l)efore the pnljlic as singers ahnost fioni
infancy. It was a privilege for me to assist their niotlier
in bringing them out at intervals during the months
that ft)ll()\\ed.

The \\'ork of directing the completion of Terrace
Lodge engrossed most of my time through the spring.
(Jn July 4th the day \\'as ushered in by a big bonfire on
the rock. Five thousand peojjle were present. During
tlie day there was a celebration on the lawn b}- the
Stone Cottage. Hon. Arthur B. Breed read the Decla-
ration of Independence; several prominent men made
speeches. J. P. Hayes, whom I have mentioned as
singing with us in Philadel[)hia in 1879, with his wife,
assisted us in the singing.

As is often the case on Inde[)endence Day, Ijy night it
rained. In the middle of the night I awoke with a
sudden thousrht tliat the conductors on Terrace Lodo-e
were probably carrying the water into the cellar.
Hastily dressing, I went out to the Lodge to find my
fears realized. The conductors were trying their l)est
to carry off the flood falling on that fifty by eighty roof,
but as they were not completed, it was all going into the
cellar. The force of the stream of water had turned a
valve in the pipe just the way it ought not to go.
Hastily seizing tlie pi[)e, I turned it the other way.
Then I realized that there was notlnng more I could do
until morning but stand and hold it there, for I was
alone. I yelled for help. I called "-Fire!" and
"Water!" There was a man sleeping within a rod of
me, but he did not arouse. Meanwhile, I was getting
drenched with water. Suddenly a form appeared on
the scene. It was Mr. Hatch, the man in charge of the


coiistruetion of tlie huilding. ITe liad AA'aked Avitli i)re-
cisel}' the tliouo-lit in iiiiiul tliat had troubled me, and
had hunied from his home down in tlie city to the

During the summer there were temperance meetings
on the grounds \)y the Stone Cottage nearly every Sunday
afternoon. We usually sung to the people. In xVugust
we gave several concerts in Swampscott to the summer
residents. During this month also, Ave were visited by
our life-long friend, Rebecca Moore, the Avell-known
philanthropist and "vviiter from England. With Mrs.
Brown and her daughter, also from England, she came to
Lynn, and it was pleasant, indeed, to entertain her.
She also went to New Hampshire visiting Sister Abby
at the old homestead in Milford. The friends of woman
suffrage gave her man}- receptions, and her stay in this
country was made as pleasant as possible.

On August 2d I, too, went to Milford, and on the
following day assisted in celebrating the l)irthday of that
dear, precious soul, my sister. For fifty-live years she
had lived to bless me and humanity in general, for no
person ever felt the sunshine of Abl)y's presence with-
out being glad they had met her. It AA'as pleasant to l)e
in the old homestead again ; though the brothers and
sisters were missed, there were nephews and nieces and
grand-nephews and grand-nieces in al)undance, to show
an old o-entleman kindlv courtesies and make him feel
ha[tpy. Walter Kittredge happened in Milford just in
time to join in the l)irthday festivities. I stayed several
days, called ou John Kamsdell, my ])oet-friLMid, back in
the town after an absence of thirty-five years, went fish-
ing, viewed my old farm, where Viola was born, and had
a general good time. On the last night of my stay
many old friends gathered at the houicstead to hear us
si no-.


This Avas the year of tlie presidential election Avhen
Grover Cleveland was chosen over James G. lUaine.
I es})Oused the canse of St. John, the Prohihition candi-
date, and tlun<4' ont on High Rock, Septenil)er 4tli, the
first Prohihition flag in the State.

On Septemher Idth there was an anti-slavery reunion
at the woman-suffrage headquarters in Boston. Among
those present Avere Theodore I). Weld, Mrs. C. (". Pur-
leigh, William Lloyd Garrison, Jr., and Francis Jack-
son Garrison (sons f»f the great emancipator), Lucy
Stone, James N. Buffum, and many others. I com-
posed an original song, Lillie and my wife singing it
with me.

I rather enjoyed the Prohil)ition campaign this j-ear.
INly old friend William Daniel came up from Baltimore
and participated. I sung at tlie rallies in many places.
We had a funny time one iiiglit in lioston. Hon. Henry
W. Blair, United States senator from Kew Hampsliire,
spoke and eulogized tlie work of tlie Repul)licans for
temperance. Without other connnent, I took my })lace
at the piano and sung. •• Which Avay is your musket
a-p'intin' to-day ? "

On Novemher 25th the sad intelligence came tliat my
hrother Asa had died, at liis home in Hutchinson, of
nervous prostration. "I shall soon follow him," is the
record in my diary. He "SA'as sixty-two years of age and
left one son, Oliver Dennett, and six grandchildren. A
iS'cAV York paper recorded the fact tliat on the occasion
of his last visit to that city — which I liave mentioned —
he wrote in a Ijirtliday hook the following lines:

" One by one we fade away ;
But there blooms another day,
■\Vlicn we shall be in briylit array
In SuninuT l^and."


In Dt'ci'iulicr r l;m\h' ii fi'W concci'ts in and about Lvun,
with the assistance of Lillie, Fanny, Jack and Tlie(KUn'e
Chute, a young I-^yun tenor of painstaking nature and
some proiniiieiice. Tlie year ch)sed with many hours
spent in rejections concerning the bi'evity and sadness
of life. But I felt, with Job, notwithstanding the be-
reavements of the year, that God was good to me and 1
would trust in Him, '' though He slay me."

Thi'ough the early months of 1885 we gave a niunber
of family concerts. One notice of them will suffice to
show what they were like. A local publication said :

"The audience having got together — tlie evening was wet, dark and
dreary — were well paid for tlie inconvenience in coming. Tlie old
veteran, John W. Hutchinson, is a iiost in himself, despite his years.
His voice is as clear as a silver bell, and he is thoroughly 'at home'
hefore an audience, while ]\Irs. Hutchinson and her little boys won rounds
of applause. Mrs. H. is a beautiful singer with a strong, yet sweet voice. ,
Although little Jack, a boy of five years of age, showed great natural
ability and skill, yet it remained for Richard, a little tot of three sum-
mers — a mere babe as it were — to more than astonish his hearers. Ko
one can conceive of the marvellous voice possessed by that child and
liis ability to carry a tune to its close, until he has heard him sing. We
never heard such singing by one so young. Tlie concert was a success.
In the language of J. W., ' Those who were not jjresent do not know how
much they saved.' "

On ^lemorial Day I drove into the Lynn Forest, near
Dungeon liock, witli my friends Mr. and Mrs. Hopkins,
of "Wellington, and Fanny. The " Poet"s Dell" was
consecrated, in honor of ^Nlaria Angtista Fuller, by
several choice spirits of tlie Lynn Exploring Circle,
Cvrus INIason Tracy 1)eing at the head of tlie affair.
The Liinn Item referred to our presenct' as follows:

"A very pleasant little episode took place soon after the close of the
exercises in tlie grove. Miss Harrelle (the singer of the consecration
liymn), and Messrs. Barker and Tanner (of the Barker Family of
r^ingers) were among the first to start homeward, and while waiting at
the roadside for the barw tliat connects witli the car-station, two or

JOHN AND HIS (,iKANl)(JUlIJ)KKX — ip. 132)


three carriages suddenly approached. The contained Mr.
Jolin W. liutcliinson, while in tlie other two were a number of ladies
and gentlenun, among the former Mrs. J. W. Hutchinson. Mr. liutcli-

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