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Boston. On the train once, near Danvers, I took the liiierty of intro-
ducing myself to you. A few years ago I pul)lished an artiide in a
Lynn paper giving some reminiscences of your earlier triumphs.
Never did a singing family ever befori' win for itself so warm a place
in its country's heart ; and 1 veutine to say, never will it happen
again. "The Hutchinson Fannly," as it once was, can no more be
duplicated than can John R. CJougli, Wendell I'hillijis, or Henry Waril
Beechcr. The writer belongs to that generation with which all these
alike were favorites. It makes one homesick to think he will never


;ij;aiii lii'iir nwy of these', nay. iioi- evi-n tlu-ir like on eartli ajjaiii. Tons
of tlioiisanils wlioni you ami your uitlcil aTul miuTous " family " liavo
(lelifflited ami blessed in days jiasi and jioni' will jiray tliat, in tlie days
of your Id-reavi'nient and xirrow you may all lie comforteil with at
least soniewiiat of tiuit j;iHat eumfort which it has been your i)leasure
and privilege to confer upon them. .\ye, you eaii scarcely imag'ine the
extent to wliich, and tlu' fervor with which, thioujihout the land, the
elder peojjle of tlu' country will ever say, " (iod bless the Hutchinson
Family' ! "

I pity the rising generation chiefly — and all, as yet unborn, genera-
tions — because, though they will never know their loss, they will never
hear the Hutchinsons.

With sentiments of the most earnest symjiathy jiermit me, a
stranger tlio' I may be to you, to subscribe myself, ever yours,

K. II. How.\RD.


Hir)i)i:iORi>. November 18, 1804.
My DE.\r. Joiix : — I have only time while on the wing as I am, to
tell you that you made ine very much obliged to you for the little pamph-
let you kindly put into ray hands night before last in Lynn, containing
biographical sketches of tlie several members of your remarkably
musical family. No apology was needed for its publication. All who
have listened as I have done, to the " coni'ord of sweet sounds"' from
members of the"Tril)e of Jesse'' want more of the music, and wish
to know more of the jjcrsons from whom it ctimes. I especially have
reason to feel a grateful interest in the whole Hutchinson family, for
vou have smig the yokes from the net'ks and the fetters from the
limbs of my race, and dared to be true to Inunanit}' against all danger
to worldly ]irosperity and rejuitation. You have dared to sing for a
cause first and for cash afterward. 1 know of few instrumentalities
which have done more for liberty and temperance than have your
voices. But I only took this moment simply to thank you for tlie
pamphlet and not to speak in the praise of the dear family.

Yours verv trulv, Fhed'h Dt)r<;L.\ss.


W.\sniN.rroN, D. ('., April 14, 1874.
John ^V. IlrnniNsoN, Fsc.i.

Mv \ia:\ hi: Alt Sik : — 1 havi' taken thi' liberty of sending to you my
brochure upon " Faith," etc., which 1 have just written. 1 trust you


may tiiid sonu- tlinuylits in it of interest. I kn(i\x that like myself,
you liave ideas jieeuliarly your own, and you liave pleasant musical
ways of lirin,i;inu' them liefori' the ]iulilie. Thus you ha\e lieen and
are, sowinu' rich see(l, \xhii'h must, sooner or later, liriuii' forth ])lentif\il
liarvosts. Pernnt me to encourage you to jiress forward, (io on,
sintiinu- your sweet, melodious songs tln'ough the world.

Pardon me for alluding to your great work for the glorious cause of
woman's suffrage, made several years ago, in the State of Kansas.
Your vast labors of love — assisted liy your nohle >on Henry and
charming daughter \'iohi — will never l)e forgotten by the thousands
upon thousands who listeiU'd to your persuasive argunu'nts, poured
fortli in sweet silvery songs tipon the fertile prairies in fa\'or of a prin-
ciple wliich must soon triumidi and place woman on an equality before
the law with man. I'ntii which time, all our efforts — no matter how
grand and ardtunis — in favor of temperance and universal reform will
prove failures.

Permit me, while alluding to this subject, and in behalf of your mtd-
titude of hearty friends anil wi-U-wishers, to thank ymi and your co-
workers for the great work you accomplislu'd for the State <if Ivansas
in file lal)or you there performed for woman's cause, when we at-
tempted to make that State — for whose interests I have labored so
long, and within wliose borders I have spent so many of the bist years
of my life — the banner State for woman's suffrage. That wf were not
successful, is not due to lack of earnest zeal or efficient labor on your
l)art. Tlie effort was grand, and though for the time an ai)])arent fail-
mv, the good seed sown will ere long rijien into an abundant and vic-
torious harvest, for which we shall e\er bless you and yours for the
noble i)art you perfornuMl in the work of placing socii^'ty u]ion its true

Go on, brotluM-, in your (xod-like mission. IIapi)iness here ami here-
after awaits all who (K-vote their lives to the great cause of humanity,
and Ihougli an all-wise I'rovidence may not often i)ermit me the pleas-
ure of meeting you in the flesh, I know that in tiie bh'sseil land beyond
— only by a thin veil hidden from our visions — we shall nu'et, and
still work happily on for the further ad\ancenu'Ut, ek'vation, and de-
velopment of the race.

I shall always be glad to see or hear from you. Ever sincerely your
friend, J. P. Poor.


Boston-, ^rarch l-"., 18')0.
l)i;.\K Fi!iENi> : — Yours of yesterday is just received. 1 regret that
you ha<l the trouble of t'allini;- twice at the ^Vnli-Slaver\- ( »ffice, without


seeing nie, especially on so kiml ami generous an errand. [Then fol-
lows a discussion of a matter relating to the tour of George Thomp-
son.] I am to lecture in Fall Kiver on Tuesday evening, and so shall
be deprived of the jileasure of hearing and seeing you.

You may easily imagine how, in common with a great multitude of
his friends and admirers, I was made sad, beyond expression, at the sud-
den termination of the earthly life of dear, impulsive, noble Judson, in
the manner it happened. Of course, he knew not what he did. But he
no longer sees " through a glass darkly " — every fetter is broken — his
sjiirit is fri'c — and all is well! I should like to liear the songs he is
now singing in " Jerusalem, my happy home ! "

In the great struggle which has been going on so long to deliver
our land from the tyrannous dominion of the Slave Power and from
the curse of slavery, and to make liberty the heritage and possession of
every human being on our soil, the intelligent and impartial historian
can never forget the disinterested and powerful aid rendered to it by
the " Hutchinson Family." May you and yours, and Asa and family,
long be preserved, to sing the songs of freedom and humanity in the
ears of the people, and to see the triumj)!! of the right !

Yours, for universal liberty, Wm. Lloyd G.4.kkison.


" Ravenscroft," Paterson, N. J., November 14, 1876.

My dear Brother HrTciiiNSOx: — Some twenty or twenty-one
years ago, you sang some of your sweet songs in the city — then the
town — of Paterson, N. J. As you, in company with your brothers
and sisters of the "Triljeof Jesse " were passing out of the audience-
room after the concert was ended, you noticed me, tlien a boy of seven,
in the audience, and placing your hand upon my head, said kindly,
" Well, sonny, how would you like to be a singer ! "

Your words awoke in me a chord which neither I nor my relatives
had never known to thrill before. I at once felt the spirit of song born
ill nu', and nearly all my life since that time has been made glad with
song, and it lias gladdened tlu' hearts of many of my friends, solely
through your words. 1 have now spent nearly sixteen years in musical
study here and elscwlu're, all through your remarks to a little boy
twenty years ago. I know not how better to thank you than by saying
Kith all my heart, ' (iod hk'ss the Tribe of Jesse" —

God bless the " Tribe of Jesse,"

That band of singers sweet.
Whose songs we've sung so often

When day and twilight meet ;


And the soft notes of our evening liynui

Float up toward the stars —
Rising to tlie gates of Heaven,

Breaking on its golden bars.

(iod bless the " Tribe of Jesse,"

Tliey have clianned the weary hour
And sootlie<l full many a troubled breast

By music's magic powei-.
And whether in the lordly hall

Or in the lowly cot —
Those sweet, clear songs they li)ve to sing

Shall never be forgot.

God bless the " Tribe of Jesse,''

For they lifted up their voice
'Gainst wrong that bartered human life.

And made the slave rejoice :
They won the drunkard from the deep —

The lowest deep — of shame,
So I sing the '' Tribe of Jesse " —

Their glory and their fame.

God bless the " Tribe of Jesse,"

When their earth song is o'er
ilay they sing the new song of the Lamb

Upon the golden shore.
Where our night is changed to morning.

Where our weak notes shall grow strong —
With Heaven itself uniting

lu one universal song !

Yours trulv, W. Augustls Fonda.


Janesvii.le, Wis., .July 11, 1874.

My DEAR HrT( iiiNsoxs : — Allow nu' l)y way i)f friendly utterances,
to call you " .£^manc/juafo/s," for when the Ix^mlnian was still under the
yoke, the sweet songs of your "Tribe" fell upon the ears of thousands
of people throughout tlie L'nion, and otir great and good Lincoln said,
"Just the character of songs I wish the soldiers might hear." Thus
song after song from you went forth on tlieir missions of love and
mercy, and ere long by the united efforts of a people who were being
educated that it was light to do right, and wrong to do wrong, with the
lamented Abraham Lincoln at the head, tour million shackles fell to
the grotmd like a thunderbolt from (iod.

" iMnancipators," did I say? Yes — and still more are you to be
recognized as such in tlie grand temperance reform. Speed tile day

348 APrEXDix.

wlu'ii tlie evil of intcmpiTaiKH', tlint is tenfold more niiiility than slav-
ery was, will be eliminated from the land, and the toiling millions will
he free from tlie sting of the whiskey scorpion. Sing on, dear friends,
the Ilutchinsons, and the victory you have sought to gain will be
perehe 1 tipon your s\\ et't melodious banner. ( )nce when I heard from
you, "In the Old Church Tower hangs the Bell," it seemed to lift me
far away from the terrestrial scenes, and the soft and mellow cadences
w ere even then wafted down to me, filling the soul ; the tones increase,
tlien faint — slowt-r — softer — gentler — yet lingering sounds hover
mar, and liki- the musical echo I have listened to in the ctdebrated
Baj)tistery in Italy, they become more and more luellow as they ascend
higher- — softer — lighter; until the vibrations have ceased in a eon-
cave of l)eautiful amethyst. Ever faithfully yours,

J. 8. Bliss.


Hyde Park, j\Uss., July 4, 1876.

On this day of our national birth and independence — consecrated by
the Declaration, embalmed as the date of Adams's und Jefferson's death,
and now glorified by the fact that all beneath our flag and on our soil
are, as well as are culled, "free and equal " — I can but think of some
of the agencies that brought this verity of the Declaration about.
How easy to recall other days before the great military battles were
fought, and when our whole civil and social fa1)ric was shaken by the
coming earthquake of God's recompense for our iniquity.

There is the tableaux of Garrison dragged by a halter to l)e hung by
a mob to a Pioston street lamp-post ; Burns and Sims kidnapped ; Love-
joy shot, and his ]irinting-press emptied into a Western river —
whereat God touched Brother Wendell's lips, and he, an aristocrat, be-
came an ajiostle of the most Democratic type. On j-onder cloud of
leaves from the printing-press flies the world-awakening story of
"I'ncle Tom's Cabin," and right after comes the music of Emancipa-
tion, for the " Granite Hills " send down a 1)and of freemen — a family
of har])s — born of oni' fatlu'r and mother, to strike the key-note to
which John P)rown should march to execution and at the sound of
which millions of slaves rejoiced, knowing that their own long-drawn
lament should change from the minor key of jtrison dirge to the major
key of jubiliH' jiraisc.

When in the decade of 18-50 the gate of Richmond was shut in the
faces of this family, it was realized that the institution which could not
sulVcr tile strains of fri'c melody to be sounded in thi' ears of its bond-
miii was fast hasteninii; to it> downfall; and when the Red !Sea of our


Civil War was tiiially crosse'd, like Miriam's timbrel raiiuc out the voice
of tiiese ''Larks of Lihtrtv.''

Let no pen or voict' or name given in those ye;irs to that riMU'ni])tion
of oin- peojile now lie forgotten; and (ioil bless the llutehinsun
liook for the memory of that eause. Ihit other reforms enlisted the
magic of their melody. What could Temperance have wroimht without
these Washingtonian singers? I'ierpont's jicn, ami (iongh's tears and
speecli were kindled to mightier enthusiasm, and a nation of drunkards
dashed from their lips the enslaving cuji, fm-getting its fascinating kiss
while barkening to their cold-water army music.

Oh! here is a lesson to American vocalist, instrumental or dranuitic
performer. From the example of this family ami the history of the
reforms it has ]ironiote<l, let him learn that notliiiig short of " Devo-
tional Ilynuis " can c(jmpare with " IJeform Songs " in great and good

Reform songs! Let them again be constructed, and as the Hutchinson
brothers once wrote and sung their wonderful choruses, so iet every
present abuse be held uji by j)ublic song to public scorn, and let all si'u-
suality and fraud and violence be swept from our beloved land, even as
Jericho fell before the trumpet blasts of Israel's ho.-t. I siuiU neve;- for-
get the first time I saw and heard these womlcrful brothers and their
sweet-voiced sister as they breathed out in glorious harmon}- the vital
sentiments of social, civil and religious fri'edom ; they were the first
family of American bards, and they have never been e(iiuilled in vocal-
ism or telling points in uttered verse.

Homer and Ossian sung in king's courts of tlu' wars of the races —
but these bands have also siuig in the courts of foreign empires and be-
fore mighty peoples, but with a grander theme even — the overthrow of
evil from every human heart — and their own jieculiar chorus : " The
Fatherhood of God, and the Brotherhood of Man." J. li. Davis.


•58 Rkadk Stuekt, Nkw Yokk, July 14, 1874.
Friend Hutchinson : — I am glad to notice that you are to jiublish a
History of the Hutchinson Family — God bless them. I shall never
forget the thrilling notes of the " family " as I first heard them in my
own loved native Granite State and in later years as their songs of free-
dom and temperance have inspired the world. The song

" The teetotalers are cumiug,
The teetotalers are coming,
The teetotalers are coming,"


was one of tlie first I ww iKunl on teiiiperaiK-o and first turni'il my
tlioiiiilits to tei'totalisni, ami / liave been " coining; " ever since. Go on
sinning — don't stop. This world is to be reclainied from the thraldom
of rum — it shall " Blossom as the rose," for the Lord hath said it.
" Wait a little longer." " 'Tis coming up the steej) of time," etc.

Yours, J. X. Stearns.


[All oldish man, looking perhaps sixty, with a face whiter
than that of the average Caucasian (for his mother was half
white, and his father o\vn Itrother to his master when he was
horn), under the medium height, and carrying a cane (for
hesides being seventy-three years old he is paralyzed on one
side), with as handsome a [)air of gray side whiskers as those
of any ])rosp('rous retired banker who might ])e mentioned, and
gray hair, straight on the .head and curling at the ends —
(xeorge W. Latimer, whose thrilling escape from slavery, re-
capture and pui'chase diil so much to arouse and solidify the
sentiment of the North in favor of freedom, called at Tower
Cottage to congratulate the author on the near completion of
liis family history. He, too, is writing his reminiscences. He
gladly dictated the following contribution.]

Lvxx, November 22, 1894.

I have known John \Y. Hutchinson since 1842. That was the year I
came North. I started in September from my home in Norfolk, Va.
With my wife, also a slave, I secreted myself iinder the fnre-peak of
the vessel, we lying on the stone ballast in the darkness for nine weary
liours. .\s wc lay concealed in the darkness we could look through the
cracks of tlic ])artition into tlie bar-room of the vi'ssel, wlierc men who
would ha\c gladly captui'cd us were drinking. Wlicn wc \\rnt aboard
the vessel at Frenchlown a man stood in the gauizway \\ho was a whole-
saler of licjuors. lie knew nu', for my mastia* kejit a saloon and was
his customer. l>ut I jiulled my <^uaker hat over my eyi'S ami jjassed
iiiiii unrecognized. 1 had purchaseil a first-(dass ])assage ami at once
went into the cabin aiul stayed tliere. Fortimntely lu' did not enter.
I'rom Baltimore to rhiladel])liia I travi'jled as a gentleman, with my
wife as a servant, .\fter tliat, it beinu' a ]ire~uniabiy free country, we
travelled as man and wife. 1 was t\\ i.'nt\-one when married. Eleven


(lays ;it'tiT Icnviiii;- my lii>iiH' I \v;is arri'sti'd as a fugitive slave in ]5()S-
tdii. William Lloyd (iarrisim was liviiiii' then, ami took great interest
in my case. I well remember the exciting scenes whicli finally culmi-
nated in the ilecision of Cliii'f Justice Sliaw tliat my master had a ri.uht
to reclaim me. I n^'all with gratitude tlie generous act of l\e\'. Dr.
Caldwell, of the Tremont Temple Bajjtist Society, who raiseil the
money with whicli I \vas i-edei-nied. ]My wife belonged to another mas-
ter, i\Ir. DeLacy, and he sent a rcMjuisition to take her if I was taken.
During my incarceration in Leverett Street jail she was secreted at the
house of a friendly Abolitionist on High Stret't. Her wherealjouts
were never (lisclosed, and her master made no further trouble after I
was released. A short time after this my first cliild was Ijorn, on New-
hall Street, in Lynn.

Immediately after my release I began to attend anti-slavery con\H'n-
tions and appeal for signatures to the famous "Latimer" petitions, to
be presented to the Legislature and to Congress. These asked the re-
spective bodies to erase from the statute books every enactment making
a distinction on account of complexion, and the enactment of laws to
l>rotect citizens from insult by alleged arrest. That to the Legislature
bore 02,701 names and was borne into the . Senate on inauguratiini day
on the shoulders of four men. It was ]iresented by Charles Francis
Adams. That to Congress was ])resi'nted by liis fatliiT, John (,)uincy
Adams, and bore 48, OIM» names. It was at this time I began to see a
good deal of the Hutchinson Family. I not only knew .[(dm, but
Jesse, Judson, Asa and Abl)y. For forty years 1 did not see Al)l)\'.
Two years ago she called on nie, a few months l)efore her death. I ili<l
not know her, she had change(l so mui-li from the fresh young girl I
knew in 1842. The family all did noble work for the cause of the
slave. I am now in my seventy-fourth year. For forty-five years I
pursued the trade of a paper-hanger in Lyim. My days in "S'irginia
seem like a dream to me. I am glad to add these few words in recog-
nition of the services to liberty of the Hutchinson Family, and to
speak again my sense of gratitude to those who with them aroused the
North in an agitation that made freedom i)ossible for me and mine.


C. G. FoSTFi;.

4n',i \\'i>r livviioLPii Stkkkt,
J<iHX W. llrTCHiNsox. Clin u.o, July 1. lS7t>.

Dear BRonrER : — Agreeably to your re(iut'st, I send you a letter
for your forthcoming autobiography. 1 desire to lie nundieri'd among
your warm and true friemls, as I have for many years been inspirited


1)}' till' soul-stirrint; soii^s of yourtsell' and otluT nn-nibors of tlu- " Tribe
(if Jrssf." Your family liave for many yi'ars Ijueii a fixture in tia- lus-
t<iry (if our cou.itry. 'I'he servico tlicy have rendered the anti-shivery
cause, tlie ti'mperance iiKivement, and all tlii' prominent reforms of
tiicir day, cannot lie ovi restiniat(.'d, and their well-earned fame will go
down to the latest jiostcrity. To my mind, never mortals sang like the
Ilntchinson.s. Many of their songs seem like echoes from the blissful
slKires of the Beyond. If I cannot expn-ss it in mortal phrase, God
and the good angels know wliat I lioth mean and feel. My acquain-
tance with the original " Ilutehinsou Family " has been almost exclu-
sively confined to yourself. I have, however, some very pleasant
nieiiKiries of Henry and Viola, who have been "bright, particidar
stars " of your later organization. I have always considered you,
dear .Tolni, "a man of cheerful yesterdays and confident to-morrows " — •
a man of the highest and noblest aspirati(jns, with a heart overflowing
with the most unselfish love.

I rememlier well the night when first 1 heard you sing. It was in
Rand's Hall, Troy, N. Y., and must have been in 1842, soon after the
commencement of your remarkably useful career. Since that time I
have attended your concerts at regular intervals until, last winter,
when your songs seemed sweeter than ever — more soulful and pa-
thetic ; and gratefully do I acknowledge that they have, in all these
years, largely contributed to my stock of reformatory ideas, and
nerved me to strike for the right, believing that (>od would bless the

In 1849, I left Troy and located at Beloit, Wis., where for a pe-
riod of six years I was engaged in the ]iublication of the Joinnal,
and there had the pleasure of hearing you, time and again, and of
speaking in my paper, in the most glowing terms, of j-our vocaliza-
tion, and of the glorious reforms you were aiding with your inspira-
tional songs. Again, in 18*i7, I had the ph'asure of striking hands, and
the honor of co-operating with you in Kansas during the campaign for
wonnm's suffrage, which resulted in the largest vote ever given in the
Union for the emancipation of wonum, the total vote being 9,000 for
the cause. I was then jjublishing the Kansas City Daili/ Jourmif, and
had ample op))ortimities for working in the cause dear to my heart, as
my ])aper circulated most largely in Kansas. During the struggle be-
tween Freedom and Slavery for the jiossession of the soil of Kansas,
how well do I remember the stirring words of the (Juaker i)oet, as sung
by you, t'oniniencing

" We'll cross the prairies as of old
The Pilgrims cmssed the sea,
Ami m;ike the West, as tliey the East,
The homestead of the"


I claim the honor of tii>t suggi-stiiig tliat you srt t(j music Cicralil
Massey's immortal ikkiu, entitled, "The People's .\ilviiit." You will
remember that I nut you, soon atter our Civil AVar, on a railway train in
Missouri. I was just then engaged in reading a volume of Massey's
poems, when I called your attention to the poem in question, and 1 said
I would present you with the volume it' you would set the words to
music. It is needless to add that I was more than gratified wliuu I
heard you sing it last winter fur the first time. During all the years that
I have known you, dear Jnhii, wc have mutually yearned for a com-
I)anionship with brothers and sisters who fully believed in and fully
apjireciated " The Fatherhood of God, and the Brotherhood of Man,"
and the very last hour's conversation I had with 3'ou, on the streets in
Chicago, when I felt as if I could not let you go, we

..." spake of love, such love as spirits feel
In wdiKIs wlidse course is equable and pure ;
Xo fears to belt away — no strife to heal —
The past uusighed for, aiul the future sure."

"While I remain on the shores of Time, ilear John, j'our song en-
titled, " What shall be my angel name :' " will constantly be ringing in
my ears, and as constantly lift me above all the trials and tribulations
of earth; and when, at last, we are ready to graduate from this, the

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