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"The last one of the meetings was held the following evening.
ExciteUK'Ht had gradually arisen among some of the townsjieojile over
reports of the proceedings at these meetings, and it was in the air
that theri' was going to be trouble. Tlie hall was crowded with nu'U
and boys that evening, and it was a noisy assembly. After some talk-
ing, i)artly by citizens of Portland, among whom was Mr. Jolm Neal,
tumult and confusion prevailed, settees were broken, and there was
every sign of a riot impending. Mr. d. 15. Brown, owner of the build-
ing, got u]) and requested that damage to his property should cease,
disclaiming responsibility for any offence that might have been given
by those who had hired the hall. This request was heeded by the not
ill-natured crowd, whit'h then contented itself with loud but harm-


less demonstrations, and dispersed i)eaccably soon after. Not much
damage was done to property, and no injury to i)ersuns so far as

[The scene described l)y our correspondent is fresli in the
memory of the editor of tlie Transcript. One incident that
afforded amusement at that time may be added. Mr. Garri-
son's entire freedom from excitement contrasted strangely with
the heat displayed by John !Xeal, who while avowing himself
an Abolitionist, and one of the earliest of Abolitionists, was at
odds with Garrison as to the best methods of carrying on the
reform. The hall was not well ventilated, and the air was
very close and warm. Neal had closed an impassioned
speech, and Garrison rose to reply. ^\.s he did so, he asked
the janitor of the hall to open the windows, as tlie air was too
warm for comfort. Neal jumped up excitedly and exclaimed,
" The heat is in tlie individual J " This was so funnv, consid-
ering the coolness always displayed by Garrison, tliat the audi-
ence enjoyed it greatly.]



TO A S()N(; I'KUl'UET.

When Israel's prophetess, long years agone.
Sounded her timbrel and rejoicing sung —
When through the wilderness the triunijih rung —

The Lord was praised because of victories won.

AVhen the bright chariot, flaming like the sun,
With its celestial steeds from glory flung.
For Carmel's prophet came, and quick among

The angels took him, 'twas for duty done.

But thou, singing prophet, canst rejoice —
Thine eye foresaw tlie strife would not be long.

And so, ere victory came, it was thy choice

To sound the trump of right, the doom of wrong.

So, when thy chariot comes, may thy glad voice
Ring 'mid sujiernal music, in triumphant sonu.

CUAULES Edw Al!l) ^IaNN.

To MY DKAR FiiiKxi), JoiiN W. IIuTCHiN'soN, (ill liis Seventieth
Birthday, with the added greetings of the season :

Dear brother of the House of Song,

That nest of brothers true,
With one sweet sister in the midst.

Our hearts go out to you.

With loyal love in every throb ;

And gratitude and praise
To Him who gave you to the world,

And lengthened out your days.

As steadfast as your granite hills,

Sweet-voiced as winds that blow
Around their heaven-pointing pines —

We loved you long ago.


When joined with all jour band you sang

The songs that lift the heart
With pure desires, pnriMisc,' strong,

And hid the tears to start.

What shining world of all tlie host

Has gained thosi- voiei's gone;
Those sons of Musie, wlio, as you,

Must still be singing on ?

Ah! well, I wern it eannot be

To you an unknown land,
Witli sueli a briilge of melody

Uniting heart and liand.

Sing on, dear Friend of Liberty,

Of Brotiierhood, (,f I'eaee,
Till on the air of heaven breaks

The song of eartli's release.

Till on those higher heights of life

The riglit shall find a wrong,
And you again to combat go,

To sing its victor song.

With many regrets that I eannot attend the reception,

Faithfully yours, Ada C. Bowles.

Abington, December 24, 1S90.

To JouN W. HuTCHixsoN. Greeting :

The benison of seventy fruitful years upon thee lies;
The snows of seventy winters wrap thee softly round —
Safe keeping, in thy lieart, the warmth of seventy summers.

Many happy returns of the day.

Mrs. L. .1. IIiTi niocK,

Secretary Lynn Nationalist Club.
Lynx, 1S91.


To Ml!. John W. Hi tciiin^on, on his Sfvciitietli IJirtlRlay:

I tolil my muse tliis iiioniiiig

It was your natal day,
And Lade luT kindly uivt' me

Some tittinL? words to say.

To drape the thout^hts unshapely

Athron^inij in my mind ;
And brinn' tlii'm out in clearness

All perfectly detinc<l.

She tarried not a moment,

But like an arrow sped
To some mysterious region

By strangest fancies led.

And though I rose in sadness
And called her o'vr and o'er,

I feared lier face of gladness
Would chei'r me never more.

I spoke in toni's I fancied

They heard at Heaven's (iate,

Of a little Home in Milford
In the dear < »ld Granite State.

Where the Tribes of John and Jesse
First saw the light of earth,

And learned the power of music
Arovmd the fireside heartli.

I recounted many journeys

By land and by the st^a ;
When "matchless songs" were ringing

To set tlie caiitive free.

I mentioned tliat "sweet sister"
Whose charnung voice and air,

Won loving admiration
From people everywhere.

My muse heard not tlu' stories.
Loud tones were all in vain,

Awearj' with her absence
I sung this briulit refrain:


" O which way is your musket,

Which way, which way, which way,

() which way is your musket
A-pintin' to-day ' "

The music broui^lit the lost one —

With brightly beaminj,^ face,
And radiant comiianions

Slie glided to liiT place.

"We've been to Tower Cottage —

The singer lured us lonu ;
His children aud tlu-ir children

Vnite in sweetest song."

<l send him happy greetings

To honor his birthday,
For threescore years and ten have come.

And gone like sprites away.

On Old High Kock, huig nuiy you live —

So say this loving throng;
May all j'our life be full of joys

That overflow in song.

H. Maki.v Proctor.
Lynn, January 4, 1891.

Fraternall}' inscribed to .Toiiv W. IIctchinson on the Seventieth An-
niversary of his Birthday :

Music, the heavenly maid, was born to wield
A power to which e'en savages will yield ;
Through instruments aud voices sweet expressed.
She gives to life its liigliest joy and zest,
Consoling hearts oppressed with grief most dire.
And nerving soldiers to withstand the fire.
Prompting devotion in the thoughtful mind.
And leading souls the way of peace to find.
Her voice the young creation joyful heard,
When God pronounced His first omiiitic word.
From chaos dark then order quick appeared,


Anil lisiht, life-giving, all tlie prospect cheered.

The " morning stars " were jubilant and sang,

Wide through tlie azure vault the chorus rang;

The " Sons of God " joined the harmonious strain,

To iiail the liour whi'U Time commenced iiis reign!

And ever smce, that never-ending song

Hatli o'er the eartli and ocean rolled along;

Breezes and bilh)\vs in accord rejoice

To hymn her praises with harmonious voice,

Heard in the tempest and the gentle breeze,

That strike the sweet ^Eolians of tlie trees,

And in tlie ocean's murmur and tiie roar

Of foam-plumed billows thundering to the sliore !

The featliered choir on every leaf-chxd s2)ray.

Unite in chorus at the break of day.

Down tiirougli tlie ages of resistless Time,

She still advances on her course sublime,

Still marching on till all will own her sway,

In the bright region of eternal day !

With hearts elate, dear friends, to-day we meet

One of her favorite sons with joy to greet,

Who oft has cheered us with his music sweet,

Whose years have reached the full tlireesc(^re and ten —

(The Scriptural bound allotted unto men),

Retaining still his wealth of heart and voice.

So often raised to make mankind rejoice.

His voice for freedom rang from shore to shore,

Joined Mith the voices heard on earth no more —

His kindred dear of whom he is bereft.

Of whom alone he still to us is left.

Tile clank of fetti'i's and the bondman's cry.

His (|iiii'k var heard and, ringing through the sky,

Si)ed swiftly forth the soul-inspiring strain,

Like tliosi' the angels brought to Bethlehem's ])lain.

Which broke tln' stillness of tlie midnight air,

AVhere faithful shepherds watched their teniU'r care.

" Miuancipatioii ! " was his hntlle-cry,

And he has lived to si'c its victory !

May this his grand l)iithday auspicious be

Of lia])i>y years he yet on earth will see,

Till he is called to wing a joyful flight

To meet his kindred in the World of Light!

Joseph W. Nye.


Fraterually inscribed to John W. Hltchixson.

Joy fills mj' heart to hear th}- strains once more,

Of sweetest music U) my raptured ear!
How mindful of the good old days of yore,

Now held in sweet remembrance ever dear,
"When thou with songs didst first in Lynn appear.
Here would my humble muse her tribute pay,

Unfolding freely all the pleasure sweet

That cheers my heart thy melody to greet.
Charmed and inspired by thy i)Otent lay,
Hath many souls been valiant made to fight

In life's hard warfare with the powers of Wrong!

Ne'er hath the sword done nobler work tlian song —
Sung for the truth and in defence of right !
O, sing thou on till all the world will hear
No dread alarm of war when Love has con(iuered Fear.

J. W. N.


The Slave was dying in his chains,
The feet of milli(jns trod his neck;

And to ()p]n-ession's curse there seemed
T(j be no limit, Ixiund or check.

God spake! — along a guilty land
The trump of " Boanerges " rang !

And to the rescue of the slave

True hearts and arms to Ijattle sprang !

The star of Wliittier flanu-d afar,
Lighting up all the Northern sky ;

From Parker's lips came piercing tones,
And Pliillips' silver trump rang high !

And Pillsbury's heart-awaking words.

And songs from Pierpont's " snow-fiake lyre,'*

And gentle May's persuasive voice.
Great Sumner's scathing words of fire.

Wilson and Alley, Giddings, Hale,

And Burlingame the young and brave.

Sent echoing through the coimcil halls.
Their words for freedom and the Slave !


And Woman, from her bowers of case,
Swift liastening to the scene of strife,

To Ikt (lark sisters reached lier liands,
To guide tlieni up to Light and Life!

From farm and work-shop stalwart men
Answered the cry — that ever tlirills!

The " Hope Forlorn " of Liberty
Rallied upon these Northern hills !

In that great " trial hour " of Time,
Unheeding scorn, and threat and frown,

A band of youthful minstrels came

From Hampsliire's mountains trooi)ing down.

By day and night with zeal unquenched,
By hill and vale — along the shore,

They sang great freedom's glorious songs
As they were never sung before.

They sang of scourges drij){)ing blood.
Of suffering Tyrants only mock,

The crush of souls beneath the chain,
Hearts broken at the auction block.

And consciences — which long were sea'.ed.
Aroused to see the boundless wrong;

And hearts whicli could withstand all else
Melted beneath their tide of song.

Long, weary years the strife went on.
And still their priceless aid was given

Free, constant and unstinted help,

To the best cause of earth and Heaven.

When for tlie Nation's priceless life —
The battle raged on Southern plains.

The Northern soldiers in their camp
Listened with joy their thrilling strains.

And as they sang of Washington —
And of our Kevolution's band,

Their hearts responded — and they grasped
Their weapons with a firmer hand.

And when the charging bugles rang,

Sweeping along the plain and shore,
Their war-cry, "Freedom, God and Kightl"

Swelled iiiiili above the cannon's roar.


At la!<t tlicre came the triumph liour,
And Freedom's i:U)rious work was done;

No cliains, no whips, no chattel shvves
From risinn' to tln' settinir smi '

But these — tlic minstrels of tlie fiX'e,
That faithful, tiri'less mountain hand —

Have won themselves a lastint;- name
In the proud records of our land.

Brothers and sisters, child and wife,

No lonij^er sit l)esi(le the liearth,
Their voices so familiar once

Are heard no more upon the earth ;

But still their jjresence fills our liearts,

And to the " spirit's-ear " 'tis given
To liear tln'ir voices in the strains

That sweep the eini)\-rean of Heaven.

Two only now on earth ri'niain

Of all tliat youthful mountain l)and —
Brother and sister — down the vale

They now are passing, hand in hand.

The children — and their cliildren still
Sing Freedom's songs on hill and shore.

And the gray minstrel's Imgle tone
Rings out as in the days of yore.

And so his seventy years have passed;

Standing to-night with his loved ones
We join the unciiained slaves, and pray

God's blessing on the Hutchinsons !

George W. Putnam.

Lines respectfully dedicated to John W. Hltchinson, on his Seven-
tieth Birthday, January 4, 18!»1 :

Down tlie long aventie you're looking to-day.

The vista of seventy years ;
While the lightning shadows lightly play

With memories of joys and tears.
Perchance on jour list'ning ear there steals

Sweet voices of long ago.
Whose tones floated out on the summer air,

Making heaven of all below.


Down the long avenue when the j'ears weru young,

And life a pago unread,
Did the sjjirit of Propliec}- ever tell

Of the work of the years now lied ?
When tlie band of brothers sang their songs

That echoed far and near,
" Emancipation " for the slave

Kang out in voices clear.

Down the long avenue stalked a fiend

With pestilence in his breath ;
The blighted lives he drove to their doom,

Went down to hopeless death.
The Brothers put on their armor of Love,

And song-tii)i)L'd arrows liurled ;
"Prohibition " was tlieir theme

And their cry reached round the world.

Down tlie long avenue in days now past,

A whisper was heard on the air ;
The daugliters of men were asking that they

The riglits of their brothers might share.
The wiiisper was heard by the Sons of Song,

And their heavenly voices swelled
As they sang their hymns of liberty

And " Women's Rights " upheld.

Down tlie long avenue came a day

When tlie sunlight seemed faint o'er the land.
And a requiem, such as angels miglit sing.

Stole from that death-broken band.
Down the long avenue they're lying at rest,

Tlie brotliers you left by tlie waj' ;
Their life-work d 'iie, tlieir voices mute,

Wliile tliey wait for the dawning day.

Down the long avenue the western sun

With its crimson, slanting rays,
Foretells a morrow vrt to come

And promises glorious days ;
When the silent ones sliall sing again

The wonderful songs of yore,
And in riijiture list to liarnioiiious >ti-ains

Prom those wlio ne'er sang bcfori.' :


When the Right shall appear clothed in garments of Grace,

And the Wrong be buried from sight,
While Beauty and Love shall walk hand in hand,

And Sin be banished with Night.

M.vHV Sakgent Hopkins.

My deah Friend John W. IIikiiinson:

yes, Friend John, with pleasure true,
My wife and I will call on you;
Accept your kindly invitation,

And join in warm congratulation.

And as you i)ass threescore and ten.

The years of time allotted men.

And through your course of life in store,

The short'ning span that lies before,

1 would with cheer to you extend
The sincere greeting of a friend.

Walter B. Allen.
Lynn, January 3, 1891.

To MY Friend .John W. Hutchinson, on the Seventieth Anniversary
of his Birthday :

Welcome this birthday, which makes you threescore and ten,

The limit of life given by Scripture to men ;

Now I have arrived at nearly fourscore.

And hope we'll enjoy many birthdays more.

January first was the day I was liorn ;

Whilst you was only three days behind me, friend John;

Although I am eight years your senior, my friend,

I hope many years on this earth to spend ;

And when life's sunset comes, may its last golden ray,

But usher in the morn of the more perfect day.

Iv H. Tho.mas.
Portland, ^Ik.. .Jiiii\iary 4, 18!)1.

1821 — HUTCHINSON — 1891

Brave singer, whose sweet clarion voice

Helped rend in twain the bondman's chains,

This natal day his friends rejoice

That perfect health with him remains.

404 Ari'ENDix.

Tliough iiianv years liavo outward flown

SiiK'c tliroiio'li the land liis sonjirs first rolled,
Willi i;ratitu(li' td-day wi' own

Their strains iia\e ncvir yrt ^rown old.

Not in the streteli of tliis l)n)ad land
Has all liis wealth of song been spent,

His voice in measures strong and grand
lias blessed another eontinent.

Though threescore j'ears and ten have twined
Some silvery tlireads about his head,

His heart beats warm for human kind,
And for their good his jirayers are said.

Long may his voice be heard in song,
Whose holiest strains ne'er die away ;

But help to put down human wrong
And make Peceniber warm as May.

Thomas i\ Porter.

Lynn, Jauuarj 5, 1891.


Abbott, Francis EUingwood, ii. 30.

Abbott, Rev. Lyiiiau, ii. 370.

Adams, Capt. J. G. B., ii. 9S.

Adams, John Quincy, i. 74, 103, IM. 235.

.^olian Vocalists, family's name, i. 45.

Name dropped, i. 63.
"After All," song, ii. '221.
Albany, N. Y., Early concerts in, i. 59,

60, 61, 62, 230.
Alcott, A. Bronson, i. 82.
Allen, Walter B., ii. 1G8, 403.
Alley, John B., ii. 98, 101.
Ames, Kev. Charles G., i. 343; ii. 3G4.
Ames, ]Mary Clemmer, ii. 39.
Anderson, Sara Baron, ii. 383.
Andrew, Mrs. John A., i. 404.
Andrews, Winthrop, ii. 199.
Anthony, Susan B., i. 437, 451, 478; ii.

33, 125, 147, 100, 214.
Anti-Slavery Standard, i. 93.
Arnold, Edwin, ii. 383.
Atherton, Charles, or "Gag," i. 105.
Atwood, George, i. 181; ii. 5.
Atwood, George W., i. 379.


B;ibcock, Rev. D. C, ii. 18.
Bacon, Charles R., ii. 79.
Baily, John, i. 90.
Baker, Prof. Benj. F., i. 65.
Baker family, i. 232.
Baker, George, ii. 92.
Bancroft, C. ¥. P., ii. 12.
Barker, Charles X., ii. 132.
Barker, Nathan, ii. 123.
Barnabee, Henry C, i. Vu
Barnum, P. T., i. 88, 264, 267.

Barre, Bells of, i. 395.

Barrelle, May C, ii. 132.

Bartlett, Caroline, i. 14.

Bartlett, Isaac, Rhoda's husband, i. 134,

Bartlett, J. C, ii. 55.
Barton, Clara, ii. 147.
Barton, S. Louise, ii. 218.
Baxter, Rev. William, ii. 21.
Beach, Dr. William, i. 87.
Beecher, Rev. Henry Ward, i. 94, 2G0,

271, 420, 488. 493; ii. 15, 24, 53, 106.

Funeral of, ii. 14C, 306.
Beecher, Rev. Lyman, i. 80.
Beecher, Rev. Thos. K., ii. 16.
Beede, Charles O., ii. 143, 167.
Bell, Andrew J., i. 339.
Bellamy, Edward, ii.'l,58, .>62.
lienjamin, Frank, i. 491, 495.
Benjamin, L)r. J., i. 350.
Bennett, Dr. S. F., i.441.
Benton, Laura Dow, ii. 198.
Berry, John W., Ii. 19.
Besant, Annie, ii. 185, 381.
Best, E. Stuart, ii. 198.
Bidwell, Gen. John, ii. 88.
Birney, Charles P., ii. 1C7.
Biniey, -James S., i. 386.
Bishop, Anna, i. 307.
Blackwell, Henry B., i. 490; ii. lOG, 147,

Blaine, James G., ii. 109.
Blair, Gen. Francis P., i. 468.
Blair, Henry W., ii. 131.
Blake, Lillie Devereaux, ii. 2.j2.
Blanehnrd, President John, ii. 68, 94, 157.
Blanchard, Judson, i. 338.
P.lanch;ird, Rufus, ii. G-i, 94, 205.
Blanchard, Stillman S., i. .338.



Bliss, Prof. Howard S., ii. 117.

Bliss, J. S., ii. 347.

" Blue and the Gray," song, ii. 39.

BodwfU, Kev. Lewis, i. 455.

Bout well, George S., i. 404 ; ii. 191.

Bowen, Henry C, i. 111.

Bowers, Wilder T., 1. 422.

Bowles, Kev. Ada C, ii. 81, 89, 17C, 395.

Boyle, Mrs. .James, ii. 217.

Boylston, Edward 1)., ii. 220.

Boylston, Richard, i. 12, 219.

Brackett, J. Q. A., ii. 362.

Bradburn, George, i. 120, 131.

Bradford, George P., i. 82, 85 ; ii. 390.

Bradley, Cyrus, i. 251.

Bradley. F. :\I., ii. 38.

Brainard, Samuel, i. 311.

Breed, Arthur B., ii. 129.

Brett, Cyrus, i. 415.

" Bridge of Sighs," song, i. 1C3.

Brier, Benjamin F., i. 245.

Briggs, George N., i. 117, 245.

Bright, John, i. 195.

Broadway Tabernacle, i. 111.

Brook Farm Experiment, i. 80, 81.

Ilutchinsons at, 83.
Brooks, Phillips, ii. 198.
Brougham, Lord, i. 183.
Brown, D. L., i. 4U).
Brown, E. K., i. 419 ; ii. 93, 210, 220, 224,

Brown, Henry B., i. 254.
Brown, John, i. 364.
Brown, Olympia, i. 451, 461.
Brown, Wni. L., ii. 75.
Brown son, O. A., i. 82.
Bryant, John H., ii. 221.
Buchanan, James, i. 371.
Buffington, J. M., ii. 79.
Buftuni, Charles, ii. 362.
Buffum, James N., i. 142, 164, 478 ; ii. 70,

95, 101, 140, 143, 391.
Bull, Ole, i. 134, 3).-., 458, 460 ; ii. 30.
Bungay, George AV., ii. 15.
Burdett Family, i. 2.i2.
Burleigh, Charles C, i. 82, 100, 117, 316,

323,461, 494; ii. 49.
Burleigh, George, i. 405.
Burleigh Gertrude, i. 100 ; ii. 131.
Burleigh, Wm. H., ii. 1.
Burney, Kate Hutchinson, tribe of .Jud-

son, i. 355. 359, 362, 367, 417 ; ii. 26, 28,

30, 31, 99, 104, 153, 166, 170, 195, 219, 261.

Burnham, Col. -Joshua, i. 8, 9, 10.

Burnham, Thomas E., ii. 196.

Burns, Charles H., 11. 187, 220.

Burns, rendition of, i. 338.

Butler, Gen. B. F., i. 381, 431, 491 ; ii. 31,

Butler, William, i. 337.
Buxton, Sarah, i. 2.

Calhoun, John C, i. 237.

Calitf, John F., i. 338.

•• Calomel," song, i. 87.

Cameron, Simon, i. 381.

Campbell, Cleveland J., tribe of John, i.

478; ii. 58, 166, 210.
Campbell, Henry D., tribe of -John, ii. 13,

5X, 110, IGG.
Campbell, .John C, i. 433.
Campbell, Kate L., tribe of John, ii. 58,

110, 122, 124, 153, 166, 200, 210, 219.
Campbell, Lewis A., i. 433, Jo4, 400 ; ii.

26, 110, 160.
Campbell, Viola Hutchinson, tribe of

J()hn,i. 231, 241. 242, 308, 30i), 368, 389,

397, 401, 428, 431, 432. :\larriage, 1. 460 ;

ii. 13, .50, 21, 82, 91, 110, 121, 122, 123, 124,

153, 106, 183, 185, 200, 218.
Carleton, Will M., ii. 196.
Carpenter, Frank B., i. 6, 188, 223, 334,

420. 438 ; ii. 32, 107, 138, 161, 103, 169,

270, 300, 368.
Carter, F. W., ii. 117.
Carlland, Gertrude Whittier, ii. 193.
Cary, Annie Louise, ii. 69.
Cassoii, H. F., i. 250.
Caverly, J. W., 11. 45.
Centennial at Philadelphia, ii. 5S-61.
Chadwick. Kev. John W., ii. 225.
Chamberlain, William P., i. 307.
Chambers, Henry, i. 338.
Chandler, Philemon, ii. 150.
Chandler, William E., ii. 189.
Chandler, Mrs. William E., ii. 40.
Chapin, Kev. E. H., i.313.
Cliapman, W. S., i. 339.
Chase, Elizabeth C. (See Elizabeth C.

Chase, James H., ii. 193.
Chase, Nathan E., ii. 167.
Chase, Salmon P., i. 298, 312, 379, 381, 390.

399, 402-405, 131 ; ii. 34.



Chickering, Jacob, 1. 65.

ChiiUaw, Kev. B. W., i. 432.

Chikl, David Lee, i. 131.

Child, Lydia Maria, i. 93.

Christian Conimissioii, Closing of, i. 431.

Chubb, I. A., i. 338.

Churchill, Stilliuan, i. 459.

Chute, I'lioodore, ii. 132.

Clallin, William, i. 490 ; ii. 101. [391.

Clapp, Henry, Jr., i. 88. 121, 215 ; ii. 325,

Clarli, William A., ii. KiT.

Clark, W. Milton, i. 427, 431.

Clay, Cassius 31., ii. 230. [334.

Clay, Henry, i. 232, 234, 235, 311 ; ii. 317-

Clitf Dwellings, ii. 115.

Cobden, Kichard, i. 198.

Cochran, John W., ii. 84.

Codding, Kev. 1. P., i. 469.

Coffin, Charles Carleton, ii. 187.

Colcord, George D., ii. 108.

Collyer, Rev. Kobert, i. 478.

Coleridge, Hartley, i. 208.

Colfax, Schuyler, i. 431.

Collins, Anna Teresa, ii. IGl.

Collins, John A., 1. 73, 74, 132.

Community Block built, i. IIG.

Comstock, John, i. 2.54, 493.

"Come-Outers," i. 119, 272.

" Coming Right Along," song, i. 372.

Conant, Rev. H. W., i. 493 ; ii. 16, 19.

Congdon, Joseph, i. 243.

Conger, Louisa T., i. 459.

Cook, Eliza, i. 175, 178.

Cook, Joseph, ii. 81, 211.

Cooper, Rev. A., ii. 127, 137, 148.

Chapman, ^laria W., ii. 137.

Cousens, Phoebe, i. 488 ; ii. ,;3, 147.

Covert, Bernard, i. 418, 419, 441.

Cramni, Helen M., ii. 176.

Cranch, Christopher P., i. 82.

Crawford, -John G., i.3C5.

Crouch, F. N., ii. 220.

Currier, Benj. W., ii. 168.

Curtis, George William, i. 82.

Gushing, Caleb, ii. 318. 319, .321.

Cushman, Charlotte, i. 174, 178.


Dainty, Laura E., ii. 107.
Dall, Caroline Healey, ii. 193.
Dana, Charles A., i. 82.
Daniel, William, ii. 36, 131.

Danvei-s, Emigration of Hutchinsons to,
i. 2. Pioneers, ii. 198.

Dartmouth College, Singing at, i. 54.

Davis, Rev. J. B., ii. 348.

Davis, Paulina I\I., i. 492.

Dawson, George, i. 171, 194, 197 ; ii. 372.

Dearborn, Edmund S., tribe of .Judson,
ii. 166.

Dearborn, H. Hale, lril)e <if Judson, ii.

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