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Ladies and Gentlemen : — I deem it a privilege to
be numbered among those who have assembled to cele-
brate the seventieth anniversary of tlie birth of one oi
the renowned Ilutchinson Family. The '-Hutchinson
Family" — what a wealth of pleasant memories that
name recalls ! How the hearts of many of these friends
present thrill as retrospection brings to our mental
vision the concerts given by that quartet of sweet-
voiced brothei's and their fair sister Abby in days gone
by. \Vhat[)0\ver they had to move us to mirth l)y tlieir
humor, touch us by their pathos, nerve us to effort by
their inspiring earnestness and elevate us by their higli
moral and religious spirit ! Theirs has been a grand and
gloi'ious mission and nobly have they ftrlfilled it. They
have sung for freedom, they have sung for humanity,
they have sung for temperance, they have sung for
reform, they have sung for equality, they liave sung for
loyalty and uidon, they have sung for all that is ]uire
and noble and true. All through tlie land and on
foreign shores they have hean recogni/.i'(l as tlie min-
strels of Fivedom and Uiu-ht. But to-nisjht all that are


left of that wonderfully-gifted family are these two.
All the rest have passed on Ijefore, and we feel they are
joining- in the songs of tlie celestial city. When I re-
ceived the invitation, I sent in response a few lines of
congratulation, not thiidving I sliould be able to be one
of the coni[)any, but our genial host insisted that 1
sliould be present and read my contribution, which I
will do, feeling, however, that when compared with
what you have listened to from the veteran Theodore
Weld, and the true friend of progress, j\Irs. Abby Mor-
ton Diaz, and what is to follow, my simple offering will
be but a pebble on the seashore.

Clianipioii of frec'doni ami humanity,

Frieml of poor, fallen and down-trodden men,

We give thee joy, that tliou liast lived to see
Th' allotted years of man — threescore and ten.

Full well liast thou fulfilled thy mission grand,
Wliose eelioes swell tlie shores of time along;

Thy prophecies have sounded tln-ough the land,
Borne on the pinions of impassioned song.

The captive, pining in liis prison damp,

The bondman, groaning, 'neath his galling chains,

The weary soldier, in his guarded camp,
Have listened to the soul-inspiring strains.

Tliou'st seen Fulfilment's beaming star arise;

Tlie slaves no more the torturing fetter wear ;
Treason's dark cloud has vanished from our skies,

And Freedom's flag greets the untainted air.

Last of tliat band of Ijrothers wlio have wrought

With the esuch noble work in days of yore,
Wiuit hallowed memories oft are brought

< )f tliose "passed on " to the shining shore.

Sing on, O minstrel of ])roplietic soul !

Sing on, to cheer, to strengthen and redeem,
Till thou shalt meet, wliere Heaven's grand anthems roll,

The God whose " Fatiierhood " lias been thy theme.

176 THE llL'TCill^'SOX FAMILY.

Mr. Mann here read the poetic contribution of Josepli
Warren Nye, printed elsewliere in this volume, and a
little later read the poem of Mrs. BoAvles, and also bits
of the letters wliicli were received in such great abund-
ance. After the letter of Rev. S. F. Smith was read,
his great hymn " America " was sung by the entire

A violin solo was rendered at this point by Miss
Bertha Lloyd, of Lynn, and a piano solo was performed
by Miss Helen ^L Cramm, of Haverhill. A fine poem
followed, read by its author, David N. Johnson, author
of " Sketches of Lynn.''

Brave, cheery friend of seventy years ;
(For so time's tlial tells the tale)
Kind hearts like tliiiie keep young and hale,

They take no counsel of their fears.

For thou hast faith in God and man ;

Built on this double arch, thy hope

Spans the wide world, and in its scope
Thine eye sees His eternal plan.

Born of a gifted race, thy voice

With brothers twain and sister's blent,

Was lieard across the continent,
And back tlu' answer came — rejoice.

The hills of the Old Granite State

Joined voices with the household choir;
And inightier than Orphean lyre,

Men listened at the Golden (iate.

From jien ami tongue the cry was hurled,

And lightning couriers bore it on.

And ill! the slave's great champion
Stood forth, the idol of the world!

Beside the noble Garrison

Stood one seri'nc, of (dassic mould.
And charm of si)eccli, as (irei'ce of old

Had set within Jn-r I'antlu'oii.

L00K1N"(; T()\VAi;i» SUNSET. 177

Witli tlirsr, ye sanii- your fimple lays;

Your tlKiiu', tliL' (.'(lual rights of all ;

Onv brotlK'rliood of i;r,^.;it and small;
And ' >1K' who marks man's duvious ways.

Like minstri'l hand which legends tell,

Ye sang old Freedom's keynote grand ;

" No slave must tread our native land."
No slave, no slave, the echoes swell.

The poet's fire and music's charm,
Ye summoned from their ancient throne ;
Where'er our eagle Hag had ttown,

Oppression siujok, in dread alarm.

And some are with us here to-day

Who knew the greeting England gave
When first the)- crossed the stormy wave,

And heard lu'r gentle poet's lay —

" band of young apostles, ye

Who in your glorious youth have come
To give winged utterance to the dumb

And soimd the trumj) of liberty.

"Sing of the good time coming, when

Old hate shall die, and passion's reign,

And all earth's progeny of pain
Be banished the abodes of men.

"Thrice welcome to the fatherland —
One blood, one speech, one liope we own.
And neither stands or falls alone —

Love gives to both her great connnand."'

Sing, minstrel band, of coming peace.
When olive wreaths shall crown tlu' throne
Of kings, and mail-clad warriors own

The spell that l)ids eartli's tumults cease.

The vision old the Hebrew saw,

Whose lips, touched with the sacred fire,
' Foretold the suffering world's desire,
The Master's beatific law


Old EiiLihinil sent lu-r WH'lfoiiU' out,
To licar tlu' IjuiiiI of hioiliiTs fiing.
Throu.iih lordly iuills tlnir eclioi-s ring,

And thousands answer, siiiout on shout.

The miner in his living tond)

Heard s(nnetlung stir the upjier air;
In tlu-onging marts and gardens fair,

Where roljins sing and roses bloom.

Tiie toiling millions caught the strain,
And bore it over land and sea,
And millions joined the jubilee —

The slave shall be a man again.

And so we gather here to-night
Around the spot ye cherish most,
From far and near, your friends, a host,

Give token of some niem'ry bright.

How glow the scenes our eyes behold !

What visions waken as we gaze !

The same sun with the ocean plays,
The old Kock gleams with sunset's gold!

The hills still hear the not?s sublime.
That Jesse, bard and minstrel, sung —
The grand old hymns the ages strung

Like jewels on the brow of time.

Long stand the dear old home wluTe played
The children of thy earlier yiars,
Recalling scenes of joy and tears,

Sweet memories tinged with liglit and shade.

Hail, old-time friend, but not farewell !
As the swift years shall come and go,
Borne on by tinu^'s resistless flow,

jMay age serene sweet niem'ries tell.

Tiiongh TIampshire's hills no longer bear
The echoes of thi' lunisehold band,
One clasp of that dear sister's hand

Shall bring to Faith's discerning eye


(Jld vuicfs frum the sIiditIcss .sea,

And echoes from th' eternal hills,

A ehonis that forever tills
The spaues of eternity.

As sunset gilds the "Cottage Tower"
And paints with gold the eastern skv,
Sure pledge tlie morrow shall not die,

May Faith illume lift-'s evening hour.

As trailing clouds at eventide
The glory of tu-iuorrow tidl.
So may'st thou hrar life's evening bell

Call thee to an innnortal clime.

Next to speak was Cyrus M. Tracy, his remarks
being as follows :

Ladies and Gentlemen: — Wlieii, Avitliin the last
hour, it was mentioned to me that I might be asked to
say something at this time, I could see no reason at all
for such a request. Nor, indeed, for that matter, any
reason, aside from common friendshi}), why I shoidd be
here at all. Neitlier is this doubt made any less, as I
have looked on the faces, and heard the names, of the
eminent company, present and al)sent, Avho are con-
cerned, nearly or remotely, in the reunion of tliis even-
ing — a company, I venture to say, such as could be
nowhere asseml)led, save in the parlors of a Hutchin-

But the reason for my presence lias gradually taken
slia})e, as I have listened to what lias been said here in
your hearing. For I, too, though not an old man, am
yet an old Aliolitionist. I was alive and attentive in
that day. I knew enough of the early struggles of that
divine enterpiise. I well remember the day wlien
came to me in the public journals, the account of tliat
disgraceful mob '' of men of property and standing"' in


Boston, who could, forsooth, with no supposed k"»ss of
honiu', viohite tlie privacy of a women's prayer meeting
in a retired c-lianiher, break up its exercises, and scatter
its members like frightened sheep. 1 read it, ten-j-ear-
old boy that I was, and I said to myself : " There is a vile
outrage, no matter wlio says no I " For such it was ; a
hideous breaeli of individual liberty, of the freedom
that no man should dare infringe, except so far as may
be actually needed for the protection of society.

This does not, indeed, touch personally the Hutchin-
son family, yet 1 knew them - — some of them, long
before they knew me, and before they knew much,
practically, of abolition. 1 recall a certain time when
1 saw the woi-ds '* Family Concert " on a hand-bill
about town, and read that the Hutchinson Family
would sing at the old '' Sagamore Hall." It was the
same old liall that stood near the depot — poor old
building, it burned down three times, and the last time
finished it — but it was a popular place then, and I
went there to hear the Hutchinsons' concert. Before
that I f»nly knew Jesse, and then only as a business
man. He had some valuable inventions in stoves that
he manufactured — air-tight stoves, they were called —
you put your wooden logs onto the fire, and shut them
up tight, and they keep you Avarm a long time. But
now the musical side of the family was to come out, so
I went to hear what that was. Wliere I got tlie dimes
to go with I don't rememljer, but that was settled long
ago. I cannot say how many performers there were,
but there were Jesse, Judson, John, ^Vsa and Joshua,
and enough more to fill the platform as full as the
house, and that was so full that the only place I could
get was close l)eside a great, red-liot salamander stove.
There I stayed and sweltered all tlie evening, well


pleased to lirar llieiu ring out the sterling' old glees,
madrigals and songs that were then in use ; and when I
came away, it was with full eonvietion that there Avas
as mueh in the heart of a Hutchinson to wanu a man
on the inside, as there was in his stove to warm the out-
side. This was just hefore they Avent into systematic
singing for anti-slavery, and of their suhse(pient work
you do not need me to tell you anything. IJut pardon
me, my friends, if at this point tliere comes over me the
recollection of another zealous worker for the cause of
abolition — my own brother, next older than myself.
He, too, gave his efforts to the grand enterprise from
the earliest ; indeed, perhaps I learned its first lessons
from his lips. I le toiled and wrought bravely while he
could, but Avhen his health failed and he could do no
more, he went to I"^uro[)e to recruit. Coming home, lie
said to me, "• There are more workers in the field of
anti-slavery than every one is aware. The Hutchinson
Family are over there.*' " Yes," I said, " I know they
are. Are they doing much?" "Not a doubt of it,"
he said. '* They sing in those great halls in England,
night after night, and the poor, half-fed, begrimed
workmen and toilers from the mills and factories crowd
the audience, and stand, dirty and ragged, charmed
Avith their melodies till the tears stream down through
the grime of their faces, and their sobs are only ovei-
come by their applause. Certainly, the spirit of their
songs is going down into the very hearts of the English
people." Poor fellow, he did not live to see the victory
of his great national faith; he died before the last con-
flict, l)ut in his will it was found written : " I direct
that my funeral rites shall only l)e attended l)y some
minister that has never a[)ologized for slavery." Such
ix one was found, and so it was done accordingly.


I feel that you will indeed excuse the gush of these
iiieiiiories, largely personal though they are. 1 feel
also that you will see their close relation with the joy-
ful chet'r of this occasion. For the memories of that
wonderful cam[)aign against oppression arise most
vividly to those who passed through it ; and sueh, most
eminently, is our friend and host of this evening. To
him, in a peculiar sense, it belongs to say with ^'Eneas,
in his story of the Siege of Troy:

" (.^uanjiie ipso niiserrinia vitli,
Fa (luoruin magna pars t'ui."

["AH of those sorrowful tilings I saw, and a great part of them I was."]

Hence, I recognize, as you all do, the fitness of every
congratulation that we pay to this, our wortliy enter-
tainer. Well deserving is he — in the ripeness of his
years, a faithful co-worker in the grand enterprise of
American freedom — • Avell deserving of all the happiness
that is left liim, or can be brought him by those who
share the good he helped to work out ; and standing
no nearer than I do, I yet bespeak for him every pleas-
ant fortune, and all comfort from sources human or

E. K. Emerson, chairman of the Prohibitory City
Committee, of L^mn, was introduced as representing
one of the reforms which the famil}' advot-ated, and one
for which he announced himself ready to stand, through
thick and thin. Walter 1>. Allen, a representative of
the Fi'iends' Society, so numerous in Lynn, also added
words of congratulation.

Hon. W. A. Clark, Jr., said: — "It is certainly a
very great [)leasure to be present on an occasion like
til is, and pay my respects to one whose name and fame
extends over the entire land. It is also a matter of


oratificatioii to me to have Avitli me mv son, so that
when he grows \\\) and lills the res[)onsil)ilities of life,
he ma}^ look back and Ihid encouragement and strength
from having known men whose lives were devoted un-
seltishly to a great cause. It was his fortune, too, to
be with me on an occasion similar to tliis, to join with
others observing the birthday of the poet Whittier, at
Oak Knoll, who also was a co-worker with these dis-
tinguished men and A\'oinen in the anti-slavery cause."
[At this point, ]\lrs. C"ampl)ell, with that consummate
eye to effect which always distinguished every member
of the Hutchinson Family, gently pushed ^Ir. Clark's
son Alfred to a position beside his father, while Brother
John came up and laid his hand gently and affection-
ately on the lad's shoulder.] Mr. Clark referred felici-
tously to the pleasme of meeting one so perennially
young as their honored host, and to the gratification it
must give his family as well as all i)resent.

The next speaker was Captain George T. Xewhall,
editor of the Lynn Transi-ript^ who was introduced to
speak for the press. His remarks follow :

Mr. ^Master of Cere^nionies: — We are asseml)led
to hail our venerable fellow-citizen upon this event, the
seventieth anniversaiy of liis l)irthday. He and tlie
family, of which I understand he is one of the two siu-
vivors, is of a long-time, artistic, unique and honoral)le
fame — a fame with which the ci\ilization of Iioth con-
tinents is familiar, lint, pleased as we are with that
fame wliicli link's the name of Lynn \\\\\\ tlie Hutchin-
son family, and rejoicing with them, and especially
with our liost, tiiat the cause to A\liieh in their cliosen
Avay they were untiringly devoted and faithful — that
of anti-slavery — no more demands their aid, the peculiar


satisfaction of tins occasion is that we are assembled
under his hos^jitable roof, which shelters us from this
winter storm, to congratulate our fellow-citizen and
each other n|)on ''the day we celel)rate,'" and to testify
our unanimous good-u'ill towards one whose ideal of
humanity we warmly acknowledge and appreciate.

Later in the evening a ringing speech was made by
Lucius B. Hutchinson, of New York. avIio took occasion
to remark that he was nearer his birthday than his
uncle, for while the latter reached his seventieth birth-
day the day before, Sunday, he, the speaker, would be
fifty-two at midnight, which was fast approaching.

All notable events must have their end. The hour
set for the close of the reception was past, when the
band of noble singers gathered for a last song at the
orp-an. It was ''Old High Rock."'

Then, liand-in-hand, the singers passed througli the
company, singing their parting song. There were other
features, music by the orchestra and parting congratula-
tions, but nothing could be more fitting, as a close to
the story of that beautiful occasion, than this tender, pa-
thetic, but hope-inspiring song, tearfully sung b}' that
magnetic and patriotic family :

Good-bye brothers, gooil-bye sisters,

If we ilon't see you more.
May (iod bless you, may God bless you,

If we don't see .you more.

We part in the body, we meet in the spirit.

If we don't see you more.
We bopr to meet in Ileavin, in the blessed Kingdom,

If we don't see you more.

Good-bye brothers, good-bye sisters.

If we don't set' you more.
May (iod bless you, may (iod bless you.

Till we meet on the lleavenlv shore.


For the next few days after the birthday gathering
my mail was full of papers contaLuing accounts of the
affair and friendly notices, which indicated that they did
not coincide with the views of tlie unreconstructed [)ub-
lication which a couple of decades before had said most
of the family were dead, and I ought to die too.

A few days after the affair, 1 began to dictate new
matter for my book, l)ut soon discovered to my dismay
that quite a large amount of the matter already pi'cparfd
was missing. It has never been found, and the conse-
quence of the loss was that I was compelled to repro-
duce hundreds of pages. A considerable portion of the
year was spent in this pleasurable work. In January I
sung two days at the woman-suffrage convention in
Tremont Temple with Viola. On February IStli I
sung for the Nationalists at Weymouth, E. S. Hunting-
ton accompanying me and speaking. In April I went
several times to Boston to hear Annie Besant discourse
upon Theoso})hy. I did not become very enthusiastic
•over the doctrine. In May, my good friend Joseph
AVarren Nj-e, the Lynn })oet, with his wife, celebrated
their golden wedding. I attended and sung an original
song. Abby spent quite a portion of Jnly in Lynn, and
it is needless to say those were happy days for me. iVs
the summer wore on, I visited Portland, Sebago Lake,
Fabyan's, and hnally spent a week at Bar Harbor, fully
enjoying the sights at that great summer resort, en-
hanced as they were l)y tlie presence in the harbor of a
S(|uadron of the navy. In August occurred at Hartford
the golden wedding of Jolm and Isaliella (Beecher)
Hooker. It was one of the plcasantest events of that
nature I ever attended.

In October I luid a short visit from my old advance
agent, E. E. Johnson, of Painesville, Oliio, in Mliicli we

186 Tin-: iirTci'iiNsoN family.

luul a o'ood limo talkiuo- over old times. The conven-
tiou of the World's Woman's Christian Temperance
Union occurred in Tremont Tem})le, Boston, soon after.
Lady Henry Somerset came over fi-om England, and all
the notable workers in this country were present. 1 at-
tended each day's sessions. I sung " Clear the way "
to them. They cheered me. The woman suffragists
had a big fair in Boston in December, and I attended
that. In January, 1892, James Warren Newhall, one of
the poets who were with me on m}* birthday anniversar}^
the year before, died, and on tlie 25th I attended his
funeral. Mr. Newhall possessed one of the sweetest
souls witli which I have ever held communion, in a poor,
cri2)pled body wliich had been a burden to him for a
lifetime. It was not possible to break his spirit, how-
ever, and he went through life singing and happ}'. A
few days before his death I called at his liome. He was
suffering with typhoid fever. A brother lay dead from
the same disease, and in the same house a sister, soon to
be left alone in the world, was suffering from it also.
T sung ''What shall be my angel name?"' to him.
When I closed, he said, in a voice trembling with weak-
ness, " Won't you go and sing that to Lyddy ? " But a
few months before, Cyrus Mason Tracy, who spoke so
felicitousl}' at my anniversary, had "crossed the great
divide," and with a sad heart I now bade fai'cwell to
another of these choice spirits, happily not knowing
how soon r must part Avith one far dearer than them all.
On Sunday, the 31st of January, Rev. A. A. ]\Iiner,
I). I)., spoke on the public school question at Odd Fel-
lows' Hall in Lynn. T sung " Tlie Pro[)het." In tlie
course of his remarks. Dr. Miner spoke of the dilTiculty
he experienced in keeping tlie hair on his partially l)ald
head, at the same time looking whimsically at me. In


turn I "warned liim against the sin of covetonsness, said
fair exchange was no robbery, and expressed nij- entire
^yillingness to sv.ap a part of my hair for some of the
doctor's brains. Tliis l)r(mght down the house. On
Fel)ruary Gth Hon. Charles Carleton Cofhn, the famous
war correspondent, called on me, and I gave liim tlie
story of our experieiice in the camps for his '* Life of
Lincoln,"' in preparation.

On March 7th my old anti-slavery friend. John Mills,
died at his home in Milford. I attended his funeral a
few days later. Parker Pillsbury, with Avhom Mills was
a co-laborer in the days of the New Hampshire Anti-
slavery Society — those days when .Milford was alive to
the great wrong of slavery as few Oranite State towns
were — spoke at the service, as did J. W. Pillsbury,
Hon. Charles H. Burns, his son-in-law, and others. I
sung and spoke.

During this year I built Belleview Cottage, between
the Stone and Daisy cottages. Li June I went to Min-
nesota. The Kepuldican National Convention was to
occur at Minneapolis, and I thought it a good opportu-
nity to see how such gatherings "were conducted, es-
pecially as I had a good deal of busini^'ss to see to in
Hutchinson. On June 2d I went to Worcester, where
the Prohibitory State Convention was in session, as a
delegate. I sung them '' Bidden by the Rum Power,"
and was vociferously cheered. At one o'clock in the
afternoon I left them and took tlie train fV)r New York,
I spent the night "with Sister Al)by, and was at l)rcak-
fast with her the next morning, A\'lR'n Ludlow read from
his paper tliat the New York delegation to the Mimie-
apolis convention would leave the Grand Central De})ot
at 10.30. " I'm going "wiili tliem," I I'emarked. "• I'll
go and see you off," said ^\.l)by. So we went to the


train too-ether. I liad no diflifiilty in lindino- friends
aniono- tlu' (Iclegates, and Al)l)y introduced nie to several
Avlioni I liad not previously known, a bright New Yorker
named Ihyant being witli tlieni. There was no difficult}'
in securing a })assage with tbeni, and we had a grand
time on the joui'ney. My good friends, to whom Abby
explained that I was a '' Repul)lican Prohibitionist,"
S[)ent a considerable amount of time trjdng to convince
me that 1 ought to vote the ticket of the '' Grand Old
Part}'.'" The New York Commercial Advertiser in not-
ing the dei)arture of the delegates' train, said : '' The
quaintest character of them all was John "W. Hutchin-
son. His long gray hair and kindly face made him a
conspicuous character. He is a great Harrison man, is
seventy years of age, and is known as the ' convention
singer.' " The delegates were largely for Blaine. I
presume the re})orter may have referred to Old Tippe-
canoe wlien he said I was a " Harrison nian.*" It was a
two days' trip to Minneapolis, even by special train.
During the convention I slept each night in my berth
in the sleeper. It was an exciting time indeed, Blaine

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