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said to me: '*I have seen the most intellectual woman
in England." " Well," said I, " I guess I can tell you
A\lio she is. Her iiame is Kebecca Moore." "Kigbt,"
said be. Mrs. Eucy Stone Blackwell, Julia Ward
Howe, and other friends of tbe cause participated in
the sociable. Tbe close of the week is thus summa-
rized in my diary :

"Tliis has been a busy week. Some trouble with men, carpenters
finishing up Tower (Cottage, my pipes are bursting and the plumbers
are very busy. Wife has had a hard week ; thinks she must go. The
joy of the suffrage sociable is put in store for me."

On the 18tb there was an auction sale In* the govern-
ment of its material at the High Rock signal station.
I bought the flagstaff and steps (into' the granite of
W'hich Henry's name is cut as the builder) to retain as a
menunial of liim.

About this time I record my conviction that looking
over one's right shoulder at the moon proves a failure,
for I bad (piite bad luck all tbe week. This is my one
superstition.

During this year, as fen' a number of years before and
since, I attended the important bearings before com-
mittees of the Massachusetts J^egislature, usuall}' in the
Green Room at tbe State-house. Tlie subjects that drew
me were generally temperance and woman suffrage. On
Feln-nary 22d I attended the Wendell riiillips memorial
service at Tremont Temple, Boston. ( )n the 28tb of Feb-
ruary we moved into Tower Cottage. Fanny Avas at this
time so weak that I toolc her in niv arms front Dai.sy
Cottao-e to ibe new hom(\ On tlie 2-ltliol' ^bircb 1 Avent



ACROSS THE COXTINENT. 147

to Washington to attend the fortieth anniversary of the
inanguiation of the woman-suffrage movement. Practi-
cally all of the survivors of that famous lirst convention
Aveie at this gathering, together with many strong and
faithful workers in the cause who espoused it later.
The meetings continued several days, among those at-
tending and speaking being Stisan B. Anthony, Eliza-
beth Cady Stanton, Lucy Stone Blackwell, Julia Ward
Howe, j\Iary A. J^ivermore, Dr. ^laiy E. Walker (the
first to s[)eak for woman suffrage in Washington, and
the first American Avoman to attempt to vote), Fran-
ces E. Willard, Henry B. Blackwell, Mrs. Belva A.
Lockwood, Pho'ljc C'ozzins, Clara Barton, and some two
tliousand others, more or less famous. There were con-
ferences of the pioneers, lecttires, a reception by Presi-
dent Cleveland, and many other interesting featitres.
At one large gathering — • Pioneer Day, the 31st — I
sung an original song, which I had prepared for the oc-
casion. The bust of my dear old friend Lucretia Mott
was at my right hand as I spoke and sung, and the
event Avas inspiring to me. The song was as follows :

jVll liail, ye brave ami noMe liaml,

We i;reet with cheer ami sung-, —
Most honored (iiiecns of all the land —

Who struggle 'gainst the wrong.
Bright hopes we bring from Kast and West,

Eaeli sister's heart to elieer ;
Though oft dismayed, your cause is blest,

Your crown of triumph near.

For twoscorc years, tlirough doubts and fears,

And conflicts fierce and long.
We've battled 'gainst the host of sin

And fortresses of wrong.
With our great leader pressing on —

^^'llose spirit ne'er could yield,
" Lucre'ia " waved the moral sword

Tliat conquered every field.



148 THE HUTCUINSOX FAMILY.

Noi' tan our lu'iirts to-il;vv forget

'I'ln' trio ln'avi' ami tVci

< >m- " Stanton '" hold ami Lucy Stoiio,

Ami carnot " Susan !>."
"With hope i-i'IicwimI again \vf conu',

In love ami Joy to grei't —
Tlirougliout our ranks no Iftuls exist,

Our unity's eoaiplete.

From fields of cotiquest ami renown

Our trophies rich we bring;
This council will rejoice to hear

The victor's song we sing.
Press forward then, our cause is just,

Our triumph all shall hail ;
From sea to sea let all be free —

" There's no such word as fail."

After the anniversuiy days were over I lingered in
Washington a few daj-s, renewing acquaintances with
old friends, dining with ('ongressman Springer and
wife, attending various receptions and other gathering.s.
On ]\Iarch 4tli I started on my return home, but got no
farther than New York, when sickness delayed me.
Dear Ahby watched over me, and by aid of lier tender
ministrations I was soon able to go on to Lynn. Tlie
days tluit followed were full of care and anxiety.
Fanny was failing. Jerusha, Brother Judson's \\id()\v
and other relatives, including, of course, her childicn,
joined me in caring for her comfort, but the end rapidly
ap[)r()ached. Rev. V. ^V. Cooper, who had l)een at
llemy's bedside during his last days, A\ilh his excel-
lent wife came to our liome to pra}' with the sufferer,
and comfort us all. ( )ii May 4th, at 8.40 in the even-
ing, Fanny died. One of lier parting ref^uests was that
the inscription on her gravestone should be "She hath
done what she could." I pass oxer the days oF moarn-
inu' and fiuicral service A\liich followed. l'>\-cry heart



ACROSS thp: contini':nt. 149

knows its own bitterness, and the reader will not ex-
pect me to detail scenes of sorrow that are sacred.

Fanny B. Patch was l)orn in Antrim, N. II., June 27.
1823. She was the dani;liter of David A. and Susanna
(Parker) Patch. Iler father was a master carpenter.
When she was quite young, a piece of timl)cr fell
across his chest, wounding him in such a way as to af-
fect his lungs and produce consumption, from which he
suffered thirteen years, ])eing for most of that time con-
lined to his house. He died in 1839, aged fifty-seven
years. The home of the family was near the Conto-
cook River. He had many children, most of whom
grew to manhood and womanhood, and themselves
raised large families. The musical faculty was very
strongly developed in the family. Fanny, as I have
already said, was a choii' singer in Lowell at the time I
met her. She had had good musical iiistruction, and
about that time sang Avith Praham, the great English
tenor, in concert at Lowell. I sang with him myself while
in London. j\Iand Porter, who was with me on one of
the most successful tours of my life, was a daughter of
one of the sisters. J. Al. Sawtelle, grandson of an-
other, has been before the public as a singer for many
years. A brother, Burnam, sang with me for a Avhile.
He was a fine bass. I first met Fanny in Lowell. A
young lady who had taught school in Milfoi'd came to
our hotel to call on us, Ijrino-iun;' Faunv with her. They
were friends, having lived, one at Antrim and the other
at Hillsboro Bridge, near by. As tliey came in, P^inny
was leading a pretty little t-hild by the hand, and her
manner towards the child at once })repossessed me in
her favor and she won my heart. We were married at
]\Iilford, by Rev. Aliner Warner, February 21, 1843.
Of her brothers and sisters, one only survives, Susan,



150 THE HUTCHINSON FAMILY.

who was maiTKMl to Philemon ( 'handler, in 1824. She
is now within a few months of ninety years of age.
Her brother William married Calherine L. L}c»n in
18-34^ and tlieil in 1842. Alary Jane, a sister, married
James M. Hopkins in 1836. She died in 18(33. Caro-
line married Charles C. I*. Porter in 1836 and died in
ISTO. Purnam Pateh married twice, iirst to Snsaii H.
A\'liillemore, and second to Sarah F. Pottle. Tie lived
for a while in Sacramento, and died in 1852, at that
place. David was a sea-captain. lie married Mary
Ann Dix in 1840, and died in 1848. William H.
Hehard, mIio married Elizabeth, now lives on High
Rock. Elizabeth died in 1887, aged seveiity-fonr.
Martha mariied Jose[)h C. Dnrkee in 1849. She died
in I860. Louisa married Samuel Gould in 1851, and
died in 1869.

This family in the course of time nearl}' all settled
in Lowell. Susanna, the mother, died in 1865, aged
eighty. She Avas of good lievolutionary stock. Her
grandfatlier was in the battle of Pnidvcr Hill. On
the night before June 17, 1775, her father and uncle,
then boys, started from their home in Groton, Alass.,
with a tub full of eatables, designed for the patriot sire
and his comrades. It was a long tramp to Charlestown,
and the contest was hot when they reached the scene of
the battle. They bore their burden suspended by the
handles from a pole across their shoulders. They began
to scale the height of Preed's Hill, when a shot from
the Sdincrsct, Pritish man-of-war, sti'uck the tub, de-
molishing it. " There goes daddy's dinner ! " ruefully
exclaimed one of the faitliful l)oys.

Of Fanny's Avork with me in our })rofessional tours
it is hardly necessary for me t^) speak. 'J'he story has
already been told. For years she shared the cares and



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cli-sconifoi'ts with me that are inseparal)le finm a life of
concert-giving. She witnessed many of tlie most ex-
citing experiences of our life before the public. ¥ov
nearly a half-century we travelled through life to-
gether. Her scrap-books and mine are full of tributes
from the press lo her ])ersunal and professional (piali-
ties. She was a good mother to her children, and a
warm friend to thousands of those slie met in all parts
of the land tln'ough her musical career. Her latter
days, as I liave already intimated, were largely given
up to preparations for living in the new home, Tower
Cottage. She lived there only two months before
called to occupy one of those promised mansions in the
better country.

" Her's tlie city pure and golden ;

Ours the earth-lit'e stained witli sin ;
Her's tlie green fields and the gardens

Where tlie angels enter in.
Her's the white robes ever shining

In the love that made them so ;
Her's the glory and the rapture

Wliich the angels only know.
Her's the crown wreath never fading, —

Her's the music of the skies ;
Our's the eyes all dimmed with weeping, —

Her's the ever tearless eyes."



152 THE HUTCHINSON FAMILY.



CHAPTER III.

LOOKING TOWAItD SUNSET.

" I've lived so many years,

But I'm growing olil, you see ;
Of all my early frienilsihii)s

But few are left to me.
Yet my soul shall never grieve

At the loss of friends below —
"We'll gather up the jewels

In the land to which we go."

The year 1888, after the death of 1113- wife, was largely
taken up with home cares. Before winter came I had
erected anotlier cottage, '•Prospect," on High liock, be-
sides busying myself with many minor improvements. In
May Rev. Edwin Thompson, the noted temperance ad-
vocate, with whom we had lal)ored in Rhode Island and
elsewhere, died at his home in Norwood. I attended his
funeral and a month later, at Trcmoiit Temple, Boston,
spoke and sung at a memorial service held in his honor.
In June, also, I was visited by my ne})hew, Lucius- B.
Hutchinson, with his wife and daughter Alice. The
latter took a pliotographic view of Towlt Cottage,
which I hope to reproduce in this volume- .Vbby, with
my grand-niece, Marion, visited nu' later in the season.
Dui'ing the last of August I Mciit to ^Nlilford, to see
^\.bl)y and the other friends. During my stay I slept in
my old room, the nortlieast chaml)er in the homestead,
where Benny and father died. This room Benny and
Judsoii, Asa and I occupied for3-cai's, it being large and



LOOKINll TOWxVr.D SUNSET, 153

airy, witli plenty of room for two double l)e(ls. After
celebrating Abl)y".s l)irtli(lay qnietly, I returned home,
gladly, for m}- reflections were sad while there.

In September I went to Milfoj'd again, to attend the
funeral of Irene, Joshua's wido^\^ With Kate Dearborn,
Abby and Ludlow, N'iola and Lucius and wife, I sung
at the grave the song we had sung over the biers of
Joshua, David and Rhoda, '" Our days are gliding
swiftly by." I realized my loneliness keenly when called
upon to ride in the tirst carriage to the grave, as the
only survivor of Joshua's ten brothers. On the 28th of
December Jerusha, Judson's widow, died, and on Ncav
Year's Day of 1889 I was at Milford again to attend her
funeral. Her Ijrother Jonas, Avhom 1 have heretofore
mentioned, came on from Cliicago with his family, and
her brother Fordyce, from Waltham, and other relatives
were there. During the service word came to me from
my niece, Kate, Judson and Jerasha's only cliild, that
she was particular tliat I should sing. I sung '' No
night there."

On the 20th of January I went to Boston and lunched
at the Parker House with Parker Pillsbury, one of the
few survivors of the anti-slavery times. There was a
reunion of Abolitionists at Berkeley Hall that evening,
and Viola and I sung the " Slave's Appeal " and
'• Furnace Blast," amid much enthusiasm. Two days
later I had a visit from Pillsbury, at Tower Cottage.
On the 28th, with Judson and my granddaughter Kate,
I went to the meeting of tlie Farmers' Club at Marble-
head. Benj. P. "Ware introduced us, praising the work
of the Abolitionists. We sung to them and Kate gave
several recitations. Later in the same week the woman
suffragists had a hearing in the State-house, Viola at-
tending with mc. We sung an appropiiate selection.



154 THE HrTCHIXSON FAMILY.

Tn February T made; a trip- to Xew York and Washing-
ton. While at New York I stayed with David, my
nepliew. Diwid is one of the briglitest and shrewdest
of my brother Noali's sons ; his letters are a continual
feast. At Washington I stopped with General B.
F. Hawkes and Elias S. Hutchinson. Of course my
[)rincipal design was to witness the inauguration of
Harrison and Morton. I attended tlie inauguration
ball and other events. Later T was sfuest of Fred-
eriek Douglass at his home in Washington. With
Douglass I attended the iirst reception by the new
president. We arrived late. There had been a great
crowd, which still continued, and Harrison, becoming
weary, had ceased shaking hands, and was simply bow-
ing to each one as he passed. When we came, however,
he spied us before we reached him, stepped out, and
shook hands with each of us heartily. As he spoke to
me, Douglass said : " Mr. Hutchinson sung ' Tippecanoe
and Tyler too ' songs for your Grandfather Harrison in
1840." This remark, in various forms, got into the
papers. For a day or two after I was rather surprised
and a little amused to have the small boys inquire as I
passed along the street, "Are you Harrison's grand-
father?"

During my stay in Washington I sung for Elias's
Sunday-school. He was an Episcopalian. On another
occasion I went to William Hutchinson's church, Uni-
tarian, to a sociable, singing to the people and reciting
Foe's '■'■ Raven." I arrived in Lynn March 17th, after an
absence of a month. The canvass to secure constitu-
tional prohibition in AFassachusetts was on, and I threw
myself into it with all my sjMrit, attending meetings
and singing wherever opportunity offered. On April
28th I went on to New Yorlc to atttend the centennial cele-



LOOKING TOWARD SUNSET. loo

bratiou. My g-ood friend S. T. Pickard of the Portland
Ti'<nisrn'j)f, Avliose Avife is a cousin to John G. Whittier,
wunt on witli nie. Wliile there Sister A])])y, Lu(Uow
and I sung to the President and Postmaster-General
Wananiaker. Piekard came hack home Avith me, and
we made an effort to see Whittier at Oak Knoll, Dau-
vers, his winter home, but he Avas away. AVe therefore
resolved to try again later.

I was making, all these months, unsuccessful efforts
to secure a housekeeper wlio Avonld take good care of
me and my premises. .\t one time I hired a steadj' old
lady, who had had expeiience in the family before, but
found it Avas quite a different matter for her to be at
Avork for Fanny to Avhat it Avas for her to be her own
mistress. Then I tried a young girl. I considered my-
self lucky to get out of this transaction whole, financially
or physically. She thought it a part of her duty to see
that I had a daily ride, and Avould go to a stal)le and
secure a horse — on my account, of course — and plac-
ing me on the back seat, would drive out. Once or
twice I had misgivings as to Avhether she kncAv as much
about driA'ing as she claimed, l)ut Avas not entirely satis-
fied until one day she took a girl companion on the
front seat Avith her. One held the reins, the other the
Avhip, and they drove far out on tlie Salem and Boston
turnpike, until I began to fear abduction. I begged
them to stop OA^erdri\dng the horse and to go home.
Finally my persuasions prevailed, and Ave returned.
That Avas the end of her rides, and soon after I replaced
her Avith a girl of more steady proclivities.

Before this year closed I had built two more cottages
on Iligli Rock, '•Lookout'" and '• Whittier." the last of
course named for tlie good Quaker poet. 1 made it in
my Avay to call on another aged poet, the author of



15G Tin: hutchinsux family.

" America," Avliom Dr. Holmes once remarked *• fate
tried to conceal by naming him Smith." A ride round
the circuit road from IJoston brought me to llev. 8. F.
Smith's delightful home in Newton. We had a pleas-
ant talk together and the genial dominie gave me tlie
history of his song, which Avas written originally for a
children's entertainment in the Park Street Church, Bos-
ton, he, of course, having not the slightest idea it would
ever become so popular and useful. The world, and espe-
cially our America, owes a good deal to Dr. Lowell
Mason, not only for his work in the interest of church
music, but for interesting Dr. Smith in that little
chorus at Park Street Church, and so securing to j^os-
terity this and other songs. Alas I Di-. Smith, too, has
now joined the noble band of New England poets and
.singers on the other side.

In October I endeavored to put into operation a
scheme to improve the social and mental condition of
my tenants by establishing a literary club, to meet fre-
quently in the sjjacious laundry of Terrace Lodge.
This scheme promised good results, but tlie fulfilment
was a disa[)pointment. In the course of a short time
tlie rank and lile of the tenants gave up thr dub to the
boys and young men among them, and the latter over-
looked the idea of mental improvement and devoted
themselves to social enjoyment of rather too boisterous
a character for so quiet a neighboihoo(l. I was there-
fore forced to adjourn the sessions of the body sine die.

The Nationalist movement took form this year. A
club was foi'med in Lynn, and I immediately joined,
for the })rintuples of the moyement were in accord with
my convictions. For years I have worked and talked,
sung and voted with these reformers.

On September 23d there was a reunion of anti-slav-



LUOIvl^■G TUWAKD SUN8ET. 1">T

ery workers in Boston, tliere being two sessions, con-
tinuing until eleven o'eloek at niglit. I sung three
times during the exereises. My anti-Masonie friend,
liev. Mr. lUanrliard, of Wheaton, 111., \\"as present. A
day or two later Sister .\l)l)v and Ludlow, who were
stopping at Portland, came down as far as Xewhury-
port, with our friend S. T. Pirkard, and I nu't them
there. We visited ihc Old South C'liui'eli, and viewed
the l)ones of (xeorge Wliitelield, the great [treaeher,
called on James Parton, the historian, and then went to
Oak Knoll, Danvers, to see Whittier. As we rode up
to the house, we could see the straight figure of the
aged poet, clad in las light coat and Quaker liat, among
the shrul)l)ery. He was viewing the autunni foliage,
and presented a picture indeed. As we approached, he
cautiously turned, and glanced in our direction. Rec-
ognizing us, he hastened to the carriage, helped Aljl)y
out, and gallantly escorted her into the house. A
wood fire was burning on the hearth, making an agree-
able impression of homelikeness as we came in from the
chilly Septeml)er air. In the course of our call, mem-
bers of his family, Avho for years had ministered to his
comfort, asked us to sing. I suggested that as ]\Ir.
Whittier had never heard us in the '' Furnace Plast,*'
he might like to hear us sing it. Abby and Ludlow
joined their voices M'ith mine, in tlie poet's trumpet
appeal to the conscience of the nation:

" What gives the wlicat-fieMs bla<k'S of steel 1
What points the n-\>v\ cannon ?
Wliat sets the roaring rabble's iieel
On the old star-sjiangU-fl jjennon ?
Wiiat breaks tlie oath
Of tlie men of the South ^
What whets tlie knife
F..r the Tnien's ]U\- ' —
Ilark to the answer : Slavery!"



158 Tin-: iiltchinsox fa.milv.

Wliitlier listnicd attentively until \\e had finished.
Then he said : ■• Well, it' tliee sang- that song to the
soldiers and pro-sla\-erv generals with the unction and
spiiit tliat thee has just sung it, I do not wonder that
thee had thy ex|)ulsion.*'

.Vhhy and Ludlow eame home with me and spent a
day or two.

On Novemher 2C)th Lynn's great fire occurred, nearly
the entire mainifacturing district being destroyed, at a
loss of some live million dollars, and many families
l)eiiig rendered homeless. The burned district was
directly in front of my house, and the Adew of the con-
flagration from the summit of High Ivock was sinijjl}'
magnificent, especially after the darkness had come on.
It was an immense smoking, seething, blazing mass of
lire, the smidve streaming miles out to sea, a veritable
pillar of cloud by day and of fii'e by night. It seemed
a death-blow to the city, but })roved to be far otherwise.
Two days later, within sight of Tower Cottage, the
scenes were repeated in the great Thanksgiving fire in
Boston, where there M'as an equal loss of property,
though confined to a much smaller district, and several
lives Ave re lost, a calamity that di<l not mark the Lynn
lire. ()f course, the throwing of s(» many thousands
out of wovh made the Lynn Ih'e far more wide-reaching
in its conse(|uenccs.

On the liHli of December the Xationalists held their
first anniversary in Tremont Temple, Boston. Edwaid
Bellamy, the author of "Looking Backward,"' was
present and spoke. I sang tlie "People's Advent."
creating a great furore. This great poem of Gerald
Massy's I had in conjunction with Henry set to music
manv years before. Jt never failed to make an impres-
sion :



L(»()KlX(r TOWAKI) SUNSKT, • 159

"I'is coiuinii' up tlu' stci'p of tinu',

And tins old wfudd is frrowiiig brightcT,
"Wo may not src its dawn s^ublinu',

Yi't luLih hopi's make thu lieart tlirob lighter.
We may he sleeping uniler ground

Wlii'U it awakes the world in won(kT ;
r.ilt we have felt its gathering round

And heard its voiei' of living tliunder,
'Tis eoming, coming, C> yes, 'tis coming!

'Tis eoming now, the glorious time

Foretold hy seers and sung in story ;
For wliich, when thinking was a crime.

Souls leaped to Heaven from scaffolds gory:
They passed, nor saw the work they wrought — •

Nor the crowning liopes of centuries l)lossom —
But the living lightning of their thought

And daring deeds doth pulse earth's bosom.

' Creeds, empires, systems, rot with age

But the great people's ever youthful,
And it shall write the future's page,

To our humanity more truthful.
There's a divinity v.'ithin

That makes mi'U giX'at when'er tliey will it ;
God works with all who dare to will

And the time eonieth to reveal it.

"Freedom ! the tyrants killed thy braves,

Yet in our memories live the sleepers
And though the millions fill their graves

Dug by Death's tierce, reddianded reapers —
The world shall not forever bow

To things that mock (iod's own emleavor,
'Tis nearer than they dream (jf now

When flowers shall wreathe the sword forever.

"Oh, it must come! The oppressor's throne

Is crinnbling by our hot tears crushed ;
The sword that tyrant's hands have tlrawn

Is cankered by our hiart's blood rust.
Kooin for the men of mind! make way,

Ye robber traitors, strive no longer ;
Ye cannot stay the opening day —

The world rolls on, the light grows stronger.
'Tis eoniinu-. coming, O yes, 'tis condng!"



160 THE HUTCHINSON FAMILY.

A slioit time alter Massy was llie guest of Tlieodore
I). Weld, at Hyde Park, aiul I was pleased to go aiul
talk with the reformer-poet.

I did not celebrate wateli night this year. My diar}-
remarks : •'• Begin to think I will not attempt to rupt-
ure the laws of eternity ; nor will I try to divide what
God has joined together." The line lietween the years
is largely artificial. In February of 1890 I went to
]\lilford and meeting Abby, Ludlow and Ltrcins, Avent
with them to visit Mrs. Jonathan Towne, who was cele-
brating her one hundredth birthday. Al)by gave her
an Oxford edition of the Bible, Lucius making the
^presentation speech, to which the centenarian responded
in sweetly accented sentences. Then we sang :

" My sistcT I wish you well ;
WIk'11 our Lord calls, I trust we shall be nieutioned



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