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lu the promised land."

She softly said ''Amen," and we breathed another
strain :

"We are almost home, to join tlie heavenly liand."

Mrs. Towne Avas a youngish woman when I joined
the Baptist Clnu'ch, of whit-h she was a meml)er, sixty-
four years ago.

Two days later Susan B. .Vnlhony celebrated her
seventieth birtliday anniversary at \Vashingtt)n. Of
course I, with suffragists generally, went to the capital
to felicitate " Susan." I kissed tlie clicek of the in-
trepid agitator, and wished her all possible ha[)piness
for the rest of her days. The banquet was in the
Ki'''U'.s House. There were some two hundred around the
tables. Mrs. Stone, ^L's. Stanton, Henry 15. iilaekwell
and others made addresses. Susan made a neat refer-
ence to me in Iter remarks, that was of course appre-


ciated. A convention followed fur a few days in Lin-
coln Hall in which 1 partici[)ated, giving the new song '• 1
may not be a Propliet." On my way back thiongh New
Yoi'k I sat for my portrait with Frank I>. Carpenter,
and viewed his great arbitration picture, nmv the
property of Queen N'ietoria. Al)l)y luid a party on the
■evening of ^Vashington^s Birthday, attended l)y the
Carpenters, and family connections. On the trip from
New York to IJoston I sto})ped over at New Have:i and
visited Graziella Ridgway Robertson, singing willi her
some of the songs we sung together in the days Avhen
she commenced her concert career with the Hutchinson
Family. Another very dear friend I visited was Anna
Teresa Collins, uoav tlie wife of a New Haven druggist.

On the 2d of March I sang for the Father Mathew
Total Abstinence Society in Lynn, interesting the mem-
bers very much by telling them that I had shaken the
hand of the founder of the societ}^ in the old country
nearly a half-century before.

In the early summer of this year George W. Putnam,
a literary friend of mine, interested me in a patent lire-
escape of his invention, in the form of a non-inlLunma-
ble shute. I invited him to attach it to one of ihe
front windows of Tower Cottage, running it down into
Highland S(|uare. It remained a week, many persons
meanwhile deseending it in safety, through a hot lire
burning around it. The exhibition was veiy success-
ful, being witnessed by fire-experts and the public gen-
erally. Putnam died in iSOo, widely lamented.

In August of this year the Grand Army of the Re-
pul)lic held its national encampment in Boston. From
the grand-stand on Copley S(|uari! T watched forty thou-
sand veterans pass in parade. President Harrison, Sec-
retary Tracy, General Sherman, General Banks and a


host of notaljles Avere present. The hoys in hhie had a
very happy time for several days. Many of thein vis-
ited J^yini, and I enjoyed grasping- them hy the liaiid.
On one day tlie Fifteenth Maine Association met at llie
G. A. it. J fall. On another day two regimental asso-
ciations came to High Rock and had their photographs
taken. "With my danghter I sang them war songs.

In August I went to Milford, and Avith Sister Abb}-,
the cousins and nephews and nieces, enjoyed a day at
the Purgatory picnic at Mont Vernon. From a con-
temporaneous publication I quote a few words which
illustrate the spirit of tlie occasion :

" Milfonl's matrons and maidens, fronts, gentlemen and cdiildren, early
Thursday morning were turning Turgatoryward. The morning was
warm, but lieads were cool and liearts were happy. At noon two be-
lated men, one a retired merchant, the other a newspaper man, neared
the hill below whicli were tlie multitude. As they descended into
Purgatory they met a double quartette coming up the incline in a car-
riage. They were sweetly singing that grand old hymn ' Maggie
Murphy's Home.' Down into the gorge the two men dn)pi)ed and tliey
were soon lost in the surging mass, twenty-five hundred strong and
more to come lati'r. Tlie jiicnic-ground contains sixty acres, owned in
the same family for half a century. That family is the Ilutchiiison,
soiiie of \\liose sweet voii'es have been heard througliout .\iiierica ami
in tlie DM World. 'Twas in the valley there tiiat these same Hutchin-
sons went to mill in the ' Days of Auld Lang Syne.' Tlie present owner
is Henry Aiipleton Hutchinson. Thursday was the twelfth annual
assembly at tiiis popular resort, where the best people come and tlie
best of order is maintained. Tiie tourists are al)out in white suits, black
suits, or wliatever suits suit their fancy. Here the farmer talks potatoes
ami hay, swaps cows, discusses hens and meets and greets old friends.

"Such is life! Purgatory derived its name from the idea that the
' old arch lawyer' once passed through there, leaving liis footprint in
the rock, his heel jiointing toward Alaska and his toes toward the Old
Bay State — where is he now 1 The natural gulf tlure is seventy feet
long, eigliteeii fei't decj), twelve ft-et wide through the solid rock, with
towering trees, stntinel-likt', guarding around. An overhanging rock
juts out tliirly feet in mid-air at the gorge. A 'bean ]iot,' so-called, is
there, thirteen feet deei), live feet acros- the to]), w luTe the water usimI
to surge, till it wore to its jireseiit shape. A small cave is to be seen.


also a giant face, and in 'Hog Rock' an 'old boy's lirofile,' and a
solemn baboon's phiz are visible. Tlit- (kvil's loot spoken of is seven
feet long. Through the day tlie Miiford liiind, Frank Gregg, leader,
did its duty well, and tlie grand orchestra, L. AV. ])oten, of Boston,
leader, furnished fuie dancing music. An illusionist entertained all,
and Edison's plionograi)h was there too. llitle practice, bowling, a
swing and ring-throwing made up the amusements. Ice-cream, -jiie and
peanuts slipped down the small boy's mouth at a two-minute clip. Tlie
older folks ate, but took more time.

"No zig-zag li(£Uor was on tlie grounds, Imt fine water fn^m a natural
spring was in abundance. Jolin W. Hutchinson of Lynn was jiresent
and sang ' We're a Tmnd of bmtliers from tiie < )ld (iranite State.'

"It was a red-letter (hiy. May its like come again."

After this, with xVbl)y and Ludlow, 1 Aveiit to the
Isle.s of Shoals, where we stayed se^'eral days. We liad
some g-ood times singing together and for the benefit (^f
friends who Avere tliere. I gave a concert and visited
Celia Thaxler, the poet of the Island. In ^^oveml)er I
went to New York, and s[)ent many days with Sister
Abby, looking oNcr manusciipt in })reparation for this
book, and also having many pleasant hours in social
gatherings with the Carpenters, the various triljcs of
Hutchinson, the Mathcrson.^, Andersons, and others.
Lucius's daughter ]\Iary was married during mv stay to
Edward F. Wendelstat. I sung at the wedding. " Tliou
art wooed and w on."

The latter days of 18'.t0 Mere spent in sending out in-
vitations to the birthday }iarty with which I had resolved
to Celebrate my seventieth anniversary. The date was
January 4, IcSOl, but as that cante on Sunday, the cele-
l)ration was held on tlie day following. For several
days previous to the noiahle event floods of lettei's, ac-
knowledging invitations, were coming to Tower Cot-
tage. It happened that the day Avlien it arrived was
stormy, and so many mIio woidd otherwise haA^e attended
were kept away. I>ut as it Avas, there was a houseful,


;iii(l tli()ni;li J ]i\c Id ln' twici! seventy years old, I ciui
iiL'Vi'i' loiLiet lliat (lav. W'liai a Q-atlierino' ^vas Uial!
First of all and best of all, eaine Sister Abby, bringing
Ludlow with lier. The-n my daughter A'iola, M'illi her
husband and three ehildivn, Clevelaiul, Harry and
Kate. * My son Judson is always with me. Lueius, son
of lirother Xoah, eanie on from Xew York, A\itli Alice
llutehinson \\'allaee, his daughter. H. Appleton
llutehinson, of ^lont Vernon, N. II., another son of
]S'oah, A\-as there. Kate llutehinson I)eaiI)orn, only sur-
viv(n' of Judson's family, came from Milford with her
four bo vs. ^Vndrew's tribe was re[iresented b}^ his sons
Jacob T. llulehinson and wife, ]\Lireus Morton Iluteh-
iifson and wife, and by his daughter Kate Hutchinson
Elms with her husband, Joseph D. Elms, and their
son. .Vdded to these were old friends from everywhere.
It was a happ}', happy day and evening.

A short time after, I pidjlished a full account of the
event in pamphlet form, and as it was written by the
same hand which has assisted me in the preparation of
this volume, it is perha[)s well to tpu)te from it the fol-
lowino- account of the ofatherino-.

" Wc-'re thf friends of Emancii)ati(in,
,\ii(l we sing the jiroclaniation,
'I'ill it eelioes through the nation
From tile old (iranite State."

Such songs as this echoed through tlie parlors of
Tower Cottage at Lynn, on Monday, January 5, 1891.
They were sung Iw the Ilutchinsoii Family — not all
of the '•'•Tril)e of John," wliose seventieth birthday was
the cause of the gathering — but tliey \A'ere all, cither
by the ties of blood or matrimony, of the "Tribe of
Jesse,*" and the songs Avere siuig as only the Hutehiusoiis
eoidd siiiLi" them, brinu'lii!'' uiil)iddeu ti'ars of miiii^'led rec-


ollection and triumph to tlieeyes of the notaljle group wlio
listened, for the}' were songs of a past generation, to be
recalled only as treasured reminiscences. But to those
who heard them ring again, they suggested the truth of
that peculiarly familj^ song : " There's no song like tlie
old song."

AVhat a group was that ! First, its centre, John, glad-
hearted, soul-stirring, pi'opliet-like, angel-voiced John,
the last of thirteen brothers, the inspirer and strength of
tlie most remarkable family of vocalists wliich ever
travelled in this or any other land. Strong in the
strengtli of 3'ears of right living ; rich in the memory of
continued successes in liis singing missions ; cultured by
constant contact witli the progressive minds of two
continents ; happy in the h)ve of an innumeraljle host of
admirers and friends. Sitting at his cherished orp-an,
his hands drawing from the keys the full chords which
marked the harmonv of the stirrino- air he was sinpiup-,
glancing first into the dear faces which surrounded liim,
and then into those that listened, his eyes alternately
shining with joy and moistened with tears, he sung the
songs of " Auld Lang Syne,'" with all the old expres-
sion and tenderness. By his side stood Sister Abby,
Mrs. Ludlow Patton, of Xew York City, Avith heart brim-
ful of love for all of tlie famil}- group, but with a special
tenderness for her only brother, Avith whom she had shared
so many moral and melodious triumphs. " Do you waiit
to hear 'The Old Granite State' again?" ""Don't you
want to hear ' Old High Bock?'" she would say, and
then would take Brother John by the sleeve and go to
the organ. A quick, nervous, care-taking woman, she
Avould not sit, but stood by tlie organ, pressing the keys
as she sung, and occasionally raising one hand to mark
the time or gesticulate. Who can tell the thoughts in


the hearts of these two, Al)by and .John— -the erowdiiij]^
memories of tlie past — the sreiies of other (Liys when
thev lived, h)ved, talked and snnq- together? Oiiee,
under the spell of the eloquent words of a s[)eaker, they
howed their heads together and closed their e^-es as if
eomiiiuiiino-. soul to soul, in a language too tender, too
ah^orhing. too sacred for utterance.

Tn the line of singers stood Ludlow I'atton, of New
York City, the man for love of wlioin Aljb}- suspended
her great work forty years ago. He is a keen, sub-
stantial man of business, and blended his tenor voice
with that of his wife and her talented brother, singing*
with a vim which indicated how completely he had
caught the family abandon in song. By the great
septuagenarian's side stood his daughter Viola, wlio has
inherited so nuich of her father's musical talent, and
who sliared his professional triumphs so long. Her
husband, Lewis A. Campl)ell, was there also, and A\itli
them was their vivacious daughter Kate, singing her
pure, ringing contralto, and proud in the exce})tional
honor of being the host's onh^ granddaughter ; also her
brothers, Cleveland J. and Henry D. There too, was
Judson, quiet, but evidently enjoying the celebration as
much as any one i)resent, and always ready to come at
the signal for the family to sing.

Lucius B. Hutchinson, of New York City, son of
Noah, whose tuneful voice and accomplished air indi-
cated that he shared both the family love of music and
aljilitv in affairs, was present. With him was liis daugh-
ter, Mrs. Alice Hutchinson Wallace, also ot" New York.
The tribe of Judson Avas ably represented by his daugh-
ter, Mrs. Kate L. Dearborn, and her four sons, T. Benton
H., LL Hale, Jesse Judson, and Edmund S., all of ]\Iil-
ford, N. H. There were also H. Appleton Hutchinson^

III-'.Nin li. I \ MI'UI.I.I. |.. li


of ]\Iont Vernon, X. II., l)rotlier to Lucius; Jacol) T.
Hutchinson and wife, Marcus ^lorton Hutchinson and
wife, of Boston, and ]Mrs. Kate Hutchinson Ehns, Avitli
her husband, Joseph I). Elms, and son, Paul Hutchinson
Elms, of Dorchestei', all representing the tri1)e of Andrew.
The tribes of Noah, Andrew, Judsou and Jolm A\ci'e
there, and it was a toucliino- as well as pleasing sight
to see how ciuickly, wlien John or Abby pressed the
keys of the organ, this remarkable group of gifted singers
would gather.

And it Avas a remarkable gathering which listened,
also. First, because of his great age and nol)le work,
should be mentioned Theodore I). AVeld, of H3-de Park,
the co-worker of all the great Abolitionists, in personal
appearance the prototype of Bryant, now eighty-seyen
years old. AVith him was his daughter-in-law, .Vinia II.
Weld, and her son Louis. Key. Alfred P. Putnam, D.
D., of Concord, the historical writer, tall, scholarly and
courtly, was there ; also Key. Jesse H. Jones, of Aljing-
ton, the noted reformer ; Al>by Alorton Diaz, the cham-
pion of woman suffrage, of n;itionalism and when it was
the issue, of anti-slayery ; Charles P. Birney, nepliew of
James G. Birney ; Nathan E. Chase, of Boston, another
well-known nationalist; William D. Thom[)son, brother
of the lamented Ed\yin Thompson, apostle of temperance ;
George A. Thomas, of Portland, a noted basso of former
da3's, now seyenty-one years old, with ]\Iiss Charlotte
J. Thomas; Hon. W. .V. Clark, Jr., of Lynn, president
of tlie Suffolk Trust Co., of Boston, with his son Alfred ;
J. Warren Newhall, formerly an editor of the Lijnn Be-
porter^ and an appreciatiye friend of the host; Chas. O.
Beecle, one of Lynn's most prominent citizens, witli Airs.
Beede ; Cyrus ]\L Tracy, poet and historian, of Lyini,
and her orator at the celebration of her two hundred and


fiftieth annivei'saiy ; David .1. Lord, cashier of the
National Security Bank, Lynn ; Wni. (i. S. Keene, an
enterprising Lynn slioe manufacturer; Councilman W.
Henry Hutchinson, with Mrs. Hutchinson ; Benj. W. Cur-
rier ; Quincy A. Towns, President of Belt Line Electric
R. R. ; David N. Johnson, Walter B. Allen, George
D. Colconl, Sauniel S. Ireson, George F. Lord, Jr.,
Georo-e T. Rolunson, Dr. Cliarles Llovd, Georoe O.
Fall, and many other prominent citizens of Lynn, with
their families.

Adequate preparation had been made for the large
gathering. The sightly piazza had been enclosed, and
so transformed into an excellent music room, where
through the evening Rhodes's Orchestra furnished appre-
ciated music. George T. Robinson, a friend of the
host, received the guests, and assisted l)y Mr. and Mrs.
Campbell and daughter did all possible for their com-
fort. A most bountiful repast was furnished by Bond,
of the Winthrop Cafe.

At four o'clock in the afternoon the guests began to
gather, and kept coming at intervals until late in tlie
evening. Mr. Hutchinson stood in his cozy parlor, and
gave a warm grasp of the liand and a tender greeting to
each of the guests upon their arrival. He was assisted
in receiving by Mrs. Patton. One of the odd occur-
rences was the occasional inquiry for ''Sister Abby" by
some one Avho failed to recognize the charming and
vouthful singer of long ago in tlie small, gray-haired
and piquant lady with whom he was at that moment

A register was kept for the autographs of the guests.
The most noticeable gift, l)ecause from liis only living
sister, was ;i gold-lined, sterling silver loving-cup, hand-
somely chased, bearing the inscription :



Other gifts were a handkercliief-box, decorated with
hand-painted violets, given by his granddaughter, Miss
Kate Campbell ; a basket of beautiful tlowers, pre-
sented by Etta and j\Iarion, niece and grand-niece, of
Orange, N. J. ; a pliotograpli all)um for one hun-
dred cabinet pictures, given b}^ John L. Robinson; a
liaiidsome book, entitled '"• Our New England," pre-
sented by Charles O. Beede and Avife ; a historical
sketch of Swanipscott, by Waldo Thompson ; handker-
chiefs with monogram " H " U[)on each, presented by
Mrs. Susie Emerson. Mrs. S. E. (rardiner gave him a
birthday cake. A basket of flowers came from Mr. and
Mrs. W. H. Hutchinson. Fraidc B. Carpenter, one of
the country's best painters, M'ho })ainted the great pict-
ure " Emancipation," partially finished a portrait of
the host, but was unable to complete it in time. Many
of the remembrances were in the form of letters and
poems, whicli a[)pear elscwliere.

For the first few hours of the reception, the time was
mostly taken up with social converse, with songs inter-
spersed iiif(n'mally. Mr. Geoi'ge Thomas rendered sev-
eral bass solos with great gusto, among them " Simon,
the Cellarer" and "• Laugh, Boys, Laugh." His com-
mand of voice, considering his advanced age, was nota-
ble. One of the first songs called foi- from the famil}-
was "-The Old Granite State," perhaps the most re-


markable production, as a distinctively family song,
tliat was ever Avritten.

Another pleasant e[)is()de was the " Greeting Song,"'
sung with much spiiit In" Judson's four grandsons, sons
of Kate Hutchinson I)earI)orn of Milford, N. H. The
mother had added a verse, as follows :

Wf have come to-day from Milford,

The " Old Granite State " liome,
To celebrate the birthday

Of our dear Uncle John !
j\Iay heaven's choicest blessings

Ever rest upon his head !
And with the heavenly manna

May he be richly fed.

Now God l)less you !
Now God bless you!
And God keep 3'ou

In the hollow of His hand.
May His angels guard you,
And peace and love attend you

Till 3'ou join the heavenly l)and.

At 7.30 Charles E. Maun, editor of tlie Lijnn Daily
Press, who acted as master of ceremonies, called the
company to order, and tlie more formal exercises began.
He first introduced Tlieodore I). Weld, of Hyde Park,
as a veteran of the abolition times, wlio had intimately
known the host.

Mr. Weld spent several minutes in most interesting
reminiscent talk, at Mrs. Patton's suggestion detailing
some of his experiences as an advocate of abolition.
^ Some of the ex[)eriences I have had in the South,"
said he, " though long ago, are as plain in my mind as
if they ha]i]iened yesterday. I remember a tlu'ee months
that I spent in Oliio lectining and talk'ing on llie shiv-
ery question. There was continually a mob wherever


I spoke, and I always s})oke my mind as long as the
niol) lasted. 1 would talk, and the mob would howl
and make as much noise as possible, but my determina-
tion to speak being known they would linally give me
an opportunity. In one town I spoke in a court house,
and, the deputy slieril'f who had charge of it told me
beforehand that 1 uould have trouble, and while I was
talking I lieard the tramp, tramp of horses, and hnally
the court house was surrounded by a mob. Then they
began to blow liorns and yell and ordejed me out. I
went out and then began talking in a school-house
close by. They followed, keeping up the din, but as
had oftentimes hap[)ened before, when they found out
that I was determined to speak, like a defeated army
the}' laid aside their weapons and meekly listened to
what I had to say. I first saw the Hutchinson Family
in Newark, New Jersey, in 1843. Their singing was a
perfect feast, and a novelty in the campaign. The
work that they have done for temperance, woman suf-
frage and other reforms is incalculable."

The famil}- then gatliered about the organ, and led
by Sister Abby, sang a verse of '' Auld Lang Syne."
Mrs. Patton had prepared a surprise for the company,
and added these verses:



Dear brother, we have come to-day,

To bring you words of cheer;
To join with you to celebrate

The glad and opening year.
With wit and wisdom, art and song,

We'll follow into liiii':
And sing the eliorus, loud and clear.

For auld laiitr svne.


Just seventy years liavc roUeil away,

Since first the liglit of lieaven
l?eanie(I in uiion and brouglit the day

Your life to eartli was given ;
Wliat thougii your locks are silver now,

Your heart is young as then,
Tile light of youth is on your brow,

\t threescore years ami ten. •

The loving-cup we'll ])ass around

With water, not with wine;
Come, drink with us the cup that cheers,

For auld lang syne.
Then fill it up again, dear friends,

\Vith Nature's oldest wine,
And take a cup of kindness yet,

For auld lang syne.

Farewell, dear brother, ere ye go

We give a parting hand,
May heaven send its blessings down

Upon our native land.
From north and south, from east and west,

]\la3' we again combine
To sing the song of brotherhood,

For auld lang syne.

January 4, 1891.

Brotliei- John was equal to this emergency, and read

the fonowing, written for him by liis daughter, ]Mrs.

("ampbell :


" T never before knew how good it is to be seventy years old, and 1 advise
you all to try it."— James Freeman Clakke.

Dear friends, for coming here to-day,

1 tiiank you from my heart,
Though looking in each kindly face.

Sweet nu'mory's tear will start;
Yet I'll not yield to >adness,

For, rt'joieing, 1 can ^ay,
With health and Invi' surrounded,

I'm seven tinus tin to-dav.


Threescore and ten of years have paf^sed

Since first I saw the li.uiit,
Anil tliou.uli this world would eall nie old,

I'm keeping youth in sight.
Still 1 am looking westward.

And for another dawn ;
Yet faney travels liaekward

To the year when 1 was born.

Nine brotla-rs and three sisters

Had already eonie to share
The love (jf my dear mother's heart.

Which was large enough to care
Tor me, the child of her riper years.

And for all the Lord had given;
Anil for the three that followed me

She still gave thanks to heaven.

Xow of all the sixteen children,

Only two are left to stand
And greet you, friends, both young and old,

And take you by the hand ;
I cannot even yet feel old,

Although I may be gray.
And can laugh with my grandchildren,

Though seven times ten to-day.

Mrs. Abby ^Morton Diaz Avas next introduced to the
party. She said that she was an ohl Abolitionist of the
truest blood, and that, stud she-, is why I am here with
you. " The slavery cause was a good one. 1 am a
Plymouth girl, descendant of the Pilgrims and born on
the rock. I am therefore ghid to greet those from the
Old Granite State and High Rock. If I went out lect-
uring, I should talk on the econc^any of debate. In the
anti-slavery movement, the question was asked : ' Would
you have your daughter many a negro?' That was
not the question in that grand movement, which is what
I mean bv economy of debate. The old anti-slavery
c-irls were alwtivs ready to attend a meeting of Aboli-


tioiiists, and tliey were always first there and the last
to depart. Wliy, ihey would put their gold watclies in
the contriljutiou l)()x and tliiiik notliiug- about it, not
resrrettino" tlieir act." ^Irs. Diaz continued at length,
in a very interesting vein.

Then the faniil}^ sang "• Tlie Old Granite State"
again. The good old song could not Ite sung too often
that night.

The next s[)eaker to be introduced was J. AVarren
Newhall, who had come, notwithstanding his bodily in-
firmities and the severe storm, to read a poem he had
prepared. He prefaced it with the following remarks :

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