Village Life in America 1852-1872 Part 11

A WORD FROM AN OLD MAN

"Mr. Editor:

"Less than a century ago I was traveling through this enchanted region and accidentally heard that it was commencement week at the seminary. I went. My venerable appearance seemed to command respect and I received many attentions. I presented my snowy head and patriarchal beard at the doors of the sacred inst.i.tution and was admitted. I heard all the cla.s.ses, primary, secondary, tertiary, et cetera. All went merry as a marriage bell. Thursday was the great day. I made vast preparation. I rose early, dressed with much care. I affectionately pressed the hands of my two landlords and left. When I arrived at the seminary I saw at a glance that it was a place where true merit was appreciated. I was invited to a seat among the dignitaries, but declined. I am a modest man, I always was. I recognized the benign Princ.i.p.als of the school. You can find no better principles in the states than in Ontario Female Seminary. After the report of the committee a very lovely young lady arose and saluted us in Latin. I looked very wise, I always do. So did everybody. We all understood it. As she proceeded, I thought the grand old Roman tongue had never sounded so musically and when she p.r.o.nounced the decree, 'Richmond delenda est,' we all hoped it might be prophetic.

Then followed the essays of the other young ladies and then every one waited anxiously for 'The Last Time.' At last it came. The story was beautifully told, the adieux were tenderly spoken. We saw the withered flowers of early years scattered along the academic ways, and the golden fruit of scholarly culture ripening in the gardens of the future.

Enchanted by the sorrowful eloquence, bewildered by the melancholy brilliancy, I sent a rosebud to the charming valedictorian and wandered out into the grounds. I went to the concert in the evening and was pleased and delighted. So was everybody. I shall return next year unless the gout carries me off. I hope I shall hear just such beautiful music, see just such beautiful faces and dine at the same excellent hotel.

Senex."

Anna closed her valedictory with these words:

"May we meet at one gate when all's over; The ways they are many and wide, And seldom are two ways the same; Side by side may we stand At the same little door when all's done.

The ways they are many, The end it is one."

_July_ 10.--We have had word of the death of Spencer F. Lincoln. One more brave soldier sacrificed.

_August._--The New York State S. S. Convention was held in Buffalo and among others f.a.n.n.y g.a.y.l.o.r.d, Mary Field and myself attended. We had a fine time and were entertained at the home of Mr. and Mrs. s.e.xton. Her mother is living with her, a dear old lady who was Judge At.w.a.ter's daughter and used to go to school to Grandfather Beals. We went with other delegates on an excursion to Niagara Falls and went into the express office at the R. R. station to see Grant Schley, who is express agent there. He said it seemed good to see so many home faces.

_September_ 1.--My war letters come from Georgetown Hospital now. Mr.

Noah T. Clarke is very anxious and sends telegrams to Andrew Chesebro every day to go and see his brother.

_September_ 30.--To-day the "Benjamin" of the family reached home under the care of Dr. J. Byron Hayes, who was sent to Was.h.i.+ngton after him. I went over to Mr. Noah T. Clarke's to see him and found him just a shadow of his former self. However, "hope springs eternal in the human breast"

and he says he knows he will soon be well again. This is his thirtieth birthday and it is glorious that he can spend it at home.

_October_ 1.--Mr. Noah T. Clarke accompanied his brother to-day to the old home in Naples and found two other soldier brothers, William and Joseph, had just arrived on leave of absence from the army so the mother's heart sang "Praise G.o.d from whom all blessings flow." The fourth brother has also returned to his home in Illinois, disabled.

_November._--They are holding Union Revival Services in town now. One evangelist from out of town said he would call personally at the homes and ask if all were Christians. Anna told Grandmother if he came here she should tell him about her. Grandmother said we must each give an account for ourselves. Anna said she should tell him about her little Grandmother anyway. We saw him coming up the walk about 11 a.m. and Anna went to the door and asked him in. They sat down in the parlor and he remarked about the pleasant weather and Canandaigua such a beautiful town and the people so cultured. She said yes, she found the town every way desirable and the people pleasant, though she had heard it remarked that strangers found it hard to get acquainted and that you had to have a residence above the R. R. track and give a satisfactory answer as to who your Grandfather was, before admittance was granted to the best society. He said he had been kindly received everywhere. She said "everybody likes ministers." (He was quite handsome and young.) He asked her how long she had lived here and she told him nearly all of her brief existence! She said if he had asked her how old she was she would have told him she was so young that Will Adams last May was appointed her guardian. He asked how many there were in the family and she said her Grandmother, her sister and herself. He said, "They are Christians, I suppose." "Yes," she said, "my sister is a S. S. teacher and my Grandmother was born a Christian, about 80 years ago." "Indeed," he said. "I would like to see her." Anna said she would have to be excused as she seldom saw company. When he arose to go he said, "My dear young lady, I trust that you are a Christian." "Mercy yes," she said, "years ago." He said he was very glad and hoped she would let her light s.h.i.+ne.

She said that was what she was always doing--that the other night at a revival meeting she sang every verse of every hymn and came home feeling as though she had herself personally rescued by hand at least fifty "from sin and the grave." He smiled approvingly and bade her good bye.

She told Grandmother she presumed he would say "he had not found so great faith, no not in Israel."

We have Teachers' meetings now and Mrs. George Wilson leads and instructs us on the Sunday School lesson for the following Sunday. We met at Mrs. Worthington's this evening. I think Mrs. Wilson knows Barnes' notes, Cruden's Concordance, the Westminster Catechism and the Bible from beginning to end.

1865

_March_ 5.--I have just read President Lincoln's second inaugural address. It only takes five minutes to read it but, oh, how much it contains.

_March_ 20.--Hardly a day pa.s.ses that we do not hear news of Union victories. Every one predicts that the war is nearly at an end.

_March_ 29.--An officer arrived here from the front yesterday and he said that, on Sat.u.r.day morning, shortly after the battle commenced which resulted so gloriously for the Union in front of Petersburg, President Lincoln, accompanied by General Grant and staff, started for the battlefield, and reached there in time to witness the close of the contest and the bringing in of the prisoners. His presence was immediately recognized and created the most intense enthusiasm. He afterwards rode over the battlefield, listened to the report of General Parke to General Grant, and added his thanks for the great service rendered in checking the onslaught of the rebels and in capturing so many of their number. I read this morning the order of Secretary Stanton for the flag raising on Fort Sumter. It reads thus: "War department, Adjutant General's office, Was.h.i.+ngton, March 27th, 1865, General Orders No. 50. Ordered, first: That at the hour of noon, on the 14th day of April, 1865, Brevet Major General Anderson will raise and plant upon the ruins of Fort Sumter, in Charleston Harbor, the same U. S. Flag which floated over the battlements of this fort during the rebel a.s.sault, and which was lowered and saluted by him and the small force of his command when the works were evacuated on the 14th day of April, 1861. Second, That the flag, when raised be saluted by 100 guns from Fort Sumter and by a national salute from every fort and rebel battery that fired upon Fort Sumter. Third, That suitable ceremonies be had upon the occasion, under the direction of Major-General William T. Sherman, whose military operations compelled the rebels to evacuate Charleston, or, in his absence, under the charge of Major-General Q. A. Gillmore, commanding the department. Among the ceremonies will be the delivery of a public address by the Rev. Henry Ward Beecher. Fourth, That the naval forces at Charleston and their Commander on that station be invited to partic.i.p.ate in the ceremonies of the occasion. By order of the President of the United States. E. M. Stanton, Secretary of War."

_April,_ 1865.--What a month this has been. On the 6th of April Governor Fenton issued this proclamation: "Richmond has fallen. The wicked men who governed the so-called Confederate States have fled their capital, shorn of their power and influence. The rebel armies have been defeated, broken and scattered. Victory everywhere attends our banners and our armies, and we are rapidly moving to the closing scenes of the war.

Through the self-sacrifice and heroic devotion of our soldiers, the life of the republic has been saved and the American Union preserved. I, Reuben E. Fenton, Governor of the State of New York, do designate Friday, the 14th of April, the day appointed for the ceremony of raising the United States flag on Fort Sumter, as a day of Thanksgiving, prayer and praise to Almighty G.o.d, for the signal blessings we have received at His hands."

_Sat.u.r.day, April_ 8.--The cannon has fired a salute of thirty-six guns to celebrate the fall of Richmond. This evening the streets were thronged with men, women and children all acting crazy as if they had not the remotest idea where they were or what they were doing. At.w.a.ter block was beautifully lighted and the band was playing in front of it.

On the square they fired guns, and bonfires were lighted in the streets.

Gov. Clark's house was lighted from the very garret and they had a transparency in front, with "Richmond" on it, which Fred Thompson made.

We didn't even light "our other candle," for Grandmother said she preferred to keep Sat.u.r.day night and pity and pray for the poor suffering, wounded soldiers, who are so apt to be forgotten in the hour of victory.

_Sunday Evening, April_ 9.--There were great crowds at church this morning. Dr. Daggett's text was from Prov. 18: 10: "The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous runneth into it, and is safe." It was a very fine sermon. They sang hymns relating to our country and Dr.

Daggett's prayers were full of thanksgiving. Mr. Noah T. Clarke had the chapel decorated with flags and opened the Sunday School by singing, "Marching On," "My Country, 'tis of Thee," "The Star Spangled Banner,"

"Glory, Hallelujah," etc. Hon. Wm. H. Lamport talked very pleasantly and paid a very touching tribute to the memory of the boys, who had gone out to defend their country, who would never come "marching home again." He lost his only son, 18 years old (in the 126th), about two years ago. I sat near Mary and Emma Wheeler and felt so sorry for them. They could not sing.

_Monday Morning, April_ 10.--"Whether I am in the body, or out of the body, I know not, but one thing I know," Lee has surrendered! and all the people seem crazy in consequence. The bells are ringing, boys and girls, men and women are running through the streets wild with excitement; the flags are all flying, one from the top of our church, and such a "hurrah boys" generally, I never dreamed of. We were quietly eating our breakfast this morning about 7 o'clock, when our church bell commenced to ring, then the Methodist bell, and now all the bells in town are ringing. Mr. Noah T. Clarke ran by, all excitement, and I don't believe he knows where he is. No school to-day. I saw Capt. Aldrich pa.s.sing, so I rushed to the window and he waved his hat. I raised the window and asked him what was the matter? He came to the front door where I met him and he almost shook my hand off and said, "The war is over. We have Lee's surrender, with his own name signed." I am going down town now, to see for myself, what is going on. Later--I have returned and I never saw such performances in my life. Every man has a bell or a horn, and every girl a flag and a little bell, and every one is tied with red, white and blue ribbons. I am going down town again now, with my flag in one hand and bell in the other and make all the noise I can. Mr. Noah T. Clarke and other leading citizens are riding around on a dray cart with great bells in their hands ringing them as hard as they can. Dr. Cook beat upon an old gong. The latest musical instrument invented is called the "Jerusalem fiddle." Some boys put a dry goods box upon a cart, put some rosin on the edge of the box and pulled a piece of timber back and forth across it, making most unearthly sounds. They drove through all the streets, Ed Lampman riding on the horse and driving it.

_Monday evening, April_ 10.--I have been out walking for the last hour and a half, looking at the brilliant illuminations, transparencies and everything else and I don't believe I was ever so tired in my life. The bells have not stopped ringing more than five minutes all day and every one is glad to see Canandaigua startled out of its propriety for once.

Every yard of red, white and blue ribbon in the stores has been sold, also every candle and every flag. One society worked hard all the afternoon making transparencies and then there were no candles to put in to light them, but they will be ready for the next celebration when peace is proclaimed. The Court House, At.w.a.ter Block, and hotel have about two dozen candles in each window throughout, besides flags and mottoes of every description. It is certainly the best impromptu display ever gotten up in this town. "Victory is Grant-ed," is in large red, white and blue letters in front of At.w.a.ter Block. The speeches on the square this morning were all very good. Dr. Daggett commenced with prayer, and such a prayer, I wish all could have heard it. Hon. Francis Granger, E. G. Lapham, Judge Smith, Alexander Howell, Noah T. Clarke and others made speeches and we sang "Old Hundred" in conclusion, and Rev.

Dr. Hibbard dismissed us with the benediction. I shook hands with Mr.

Noah T. Clarke, but he told me to be careful and not hurt him, for he blistered his hands to-day ringing that bell. He says he is going to keep the bell for his grandchildren. Between the speeches on the square this morning a song was called for and Gus Coleman mounted the steps and started "John Brown" and all the a.s.sembly joined in the chorus, "Glory, Hallelujah." This has been a never to be forgotten day.

_April_ 15.--The news came this morning that our dear president, Abraham Lincoln, was a.s.sa.s.sinated yesterday, on the day appointed for thanksgiving for Union victories. I have felt sick over it all day and so has every one that I have seen. All seem to feel as though they had lost a personal friend, and tears flow plenteously. How soon has sorrow followed upon the heels of joy! One week ago to-night we were celebrating our victories with loud acclamations of mirth and good cheer. Now every one is silent and sad and the earth and heavens seem clothed in sack-cloth. The bells have been tolling this afternoon. The flags are all at half mast, draped with mourning, and on every store and dwelling-house some sign of the nation's loss is visible. Just after breakfast this morning, I looked out of the window and saw a group of men listening to the reading of a morning paper, and I feared from their silent, motionless interest that something dreadful had happened, but I was not prepared to hear of the cowardly murder of our President. And William H. Seward, too, I suppose cannot survive his wounds. Oh, how horrible it is! I went down town shortly after I heard the news, and it was wonderful to see the effect of the intelligence upon everybody, small or great, rich or poor. Every one was talking low, with sad and anxious looks. But we know that G.o.d still reigns and will do what is best for us all. Perhaps we're "putting our trust too much in princes,"

forgetting the Great Ruler, who alone can create or destroy, and therefore He has taken from us the arm of flesh that we may lean more confidingly and entirely upon Him. I trust that the men who committed these foul deeds will soon be brought to justice.

_Sunday, Easter Day, April_ 16.--I went to church this morning. The pulpit and choir-loft were covered with flags festooned with c.r.a.pe.

Although a very disagreeable day, the house was well filled. The first hymn sung was "Oh G.o.d our help in ages past, our hope for years to come." Dr. Daggett's prayer, I can never forget, he alluded so beautifully to the nation's loss, and prayed so fervently that the G.o.d of our fathers might still be our G.o.d, through every calamity or affliction, however severe or mysterious. All seemed as deeply affected as though each one had been suddenly bereft of his best friend. The hymn sung after the prayer, commenced with "Yes, the Redeemer rose." Dr.

Daggett said that he had intended to preach a sermon upon the resurrection. He read the psalm beginning, "Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations." His text was "That our faith and hope might be in G.o.d." He commenced by saying, "I feel as you feel this morning: our sad hearts have all throbbed in unison since yesterday morning when the telegram announced to us Abraham Lincoln is shot." He said the last week would never be forgotten, for never had any of us seen one come in with so much joy, that went out with so much sorrow.

His whole sermon related to the President's life and death, and, in conclusion, he exhorted us not to be despondent, for he was confident that the s.h.i.+p of state would not go down, though the helmsman had suddenly been taken away while the promised land was almost in view. He prayed for our new President, that he might be filled with grace and power from on High, to perform his high and holy trust. On Thursday we are to have a union meeting in our church, but it will not be the day of general rejoicing and thanksgiving we expected. All noisy demonstrations will be omitted. In Sunday school the desk was draped with mourning, and the flag at half-mast was also festooned with c.r.a.pe. Mr. Noah T. Clarke opened the exercises with the hymn "He leadeth me," followed by "Though the days are dark with sorrow," "We know not what's before us," "My days are gliding swiftly by." Then, Mr. Clarke said that we always meant to sing "America," after every victory, and last Monday he was wondering if we would not have to sing it twice to-day, or add another verse, but our feelings have changed since then. Nevertheless he thought we had better sing "America," for we certainly ought to love our country more than ever, now that another, and such another, martyr, had given up his life for it. So we sang it. Then he talked to the children and said that last Friday was supposed to be the anniversary of the day upon which our Lord was crucified, and though, at the time the dreadful deed was committed, every one felt the day to be the darkest one the earth ever knew; yet since then, the day has been called "Good Friday," for it was the death of Christ which gave life everlasting to all the people. So he thought that life would soon come out of darkness, which now overshadows us all, and that the death of Abraham Lincoln might yet prove the nation's life in G.o.d's own most mysterious way.

_Wednesday evening, April_ 19, 1865.--This being the day set for the funeral of Abraham Lincoln at Was.h.i.+ngton, it was decided to hold the service to-day, instead of Thursday, as previously announced in the Congregational church. All places of business were closed and the bells of the village churches tolled from half past ten till eleven o'clock.

It is the fourth anniversary of the first bloodshed of the war at Baltimore. It was said to-day, that while the services were being held in the White House and Lincoln's body lay in state under the dome of the capitol, that more than twenty-five millions of people all over the civilized world were gathered in their churches weeping over the death of the martyred President. We met at our church at half after ten o'clock this morning. The bells tolled until eleven o'clock, when the services commenced. The church was beautifully decorated with flags and black and white cloth, wreaths, mottoes and flowers, the galleries and all. The whole effect was fine. There was a s.h.i.+eld beneath the arch of the pulpit with this text upon it: "The memory of the just is blessed."

It was beautiful. Under the choir-loft the picture of Abraham Lincoln hung amid the flags and drapery. The motto, beneath the gallery, was this text: "Know ye that the Lord He is G.o.d." The four pastors of the place walked in together and took seats upon the platform, which was constructed for the occasion. The choir chanted "Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations," and then the Episcopal rector, Rev. Mr. Leffingwell, read from the psalter, and Rev. Dr. Daggett followed with prayer. Judge Taylor was then called upon for a short address, and he spoke well, as he always does. The choir sang "G.o.d is our refuge and our strength."

_Thursday, April_ 20.--The papers are full of the account of the funeral obsequies of President Lincoln. We take Harper's Weekly and every event is pictured so vividly it seems as though we were eye witnesses of it all. The picture of "Lincoln at home" is beautiful. What a dear, kind man he was. It is a comfort to know that the a.s.sa.s.sination was not the outcome of an organized plot of Southern leaders, but rather a conspiracy of a few fanatics, who undertook in this way to avenge the defeat of their cause. It is rumored that one of the conspirators has been located.

_April_ 24.--Fannie g.a.y.l.o.r.d and Kate Lapham have returned from their eastern trip and told us of attending the President's funeral in Albany, and I had a letter from Bessie Seymour, who is in New York, saying that she walked in the procession until half past two in the morning, in order to see his face. They say that they never saw him in life, but in death he looked just as all the pictures represent him. We all wear Lincoln badges now, with pin attached. They are pictures of Lincoln upon a tiny flag, bordered with c.r.a.pe. Susie Daggett has just made herself a flag, six feet by four. It was a lot of work. Mrs. Noah T. Clarke gave one to her husband upon his birthday, April 8. I think everybody ought to own a flag.

_April_ 26.--Now we have the news that J. Wilkes Booth, who shot the President and who has been concealing himself in Virginia, has been caught, and refusing to surrender was shot dead. It has taken just twelve days to bring him to retribution. I am glad that he is dead if he could not be taken alive, but it seems as though shooting was too good for him. However, we may as well take this as really G.o.d's way, as the death of the President, for if he had been taken alive, the country would have been so furious to get at him and tear him to pieces the turmoil would have been great and desperate. It may be the best way to dispose of him. Of course, it is best, or it would not be so. Mr. Morse called this evening and he thinks Booth was shot by a lot of cowards.

The flags have been flying all day, since the news came, but all, excepting Albert Granger, seem sorry that he was not disabled instead of being shot dead. Albert seems able to look into the "beyond" and also to locate departed spirits. His "latest" is that he is so glad that Booth got to h--l before Abraham Lincoln got to Springfield.

Mr. Fred Thompson went down to New York last Sat.u.r.day and while stopping a few minutes at St. Johnsville, he heard a man crowing over the death of the President. Mr. Thompson marched up to him, collared him and landed him nicely in the gutter. The bystanders were delighted and carried the champion to a platform and called for a speech, which was given. Quite a little episode. Every one who hears the story, says: "Three cheers for F. F. Thompson."

The other afternoon at our society Kate Lapham wanted to divert our minds from gossip I think, and so started a discussion upon the respective characters of Was.h.i.+ngton and Napoleon. It was just after supper and Laura Chapin was about resuming her sewing and she exclaimed, "Speaking of Was.h.i.+ngton, makes me think that I ought to wash my hands,"

so she left the room for that purpose.

_May_ 7.--Anna and I wore our new poke bonnets to church this morning and thought we looked quite "scrumptious," but Grandmother said after we got home, if she had realized how unbecoming they were to us and to the house of the Lord, she could not have countenanced them enough to have sat in the same pew. However, she tried to agree with Dr. Daggett in his text, "It is good for us to be here." It was the first time in a month that he had not preached about the affairs of the Nation.

In the afternoon the Sacrament was administered and Rev. A. D. Eddy, D.

D., who was pastor from 1823 to 1835, was present and officiated. Deacon Castle and Deacon Hayes pa.s.sed the communion. Dr. Eddy concluded the services with some personal memories. He said that forty-two years ago last November, he presided upon a similar occasion for the first time in his life and it was in this very church. He is now the only surviving male member who was present that day, but there are six women living, and Grandmother is one of the six.

The Monthly Concert of Prayer for Missions was held in the chapel in the evening. Dr. Daggett told us that the collection taken for missions during the past year amounted to $500. He commended us and said it was the largest sum raised in one year for this purpose in the twenty years of his pastorate. Dr. Eddy then said that in contrast he would tell us that the collection for missions the first year he was here, amounted to $5, and that he was advised to touch very lightly upon the subject in his appeals as it was not a popular theme with the majority of the people. One member, he said, annexed three ciphers to his name when asked to subscribe to a missionary doc.u.ment which was circulated, and another man replied thus to an appeal for aid in evangelizing a portion of Asia: "If you want to send a missionary to Jerusalem, Yates county, I will contribute, but not a cent to go to the other side of the world."

Rev. C. H. A. Buckley was present also and gave an interesting talk. By way of ill.u.s.tration, he said he knew a small boy who had been earning twenty-five cents a week for the heathen by giving up eating b.u.t.ter. The other day he seemed to think that his generosity, as well as his self-denial, had reached the utmost limit and exclaimed as he sat at the table, "I think the heathen have had gospel enough, please pa.s.s the b.u.t.ter."

_May_ 10.--Jeff Davis was captured to-day at Irwinsville, Ga., when he was attempting to escape in woman's apparel. Mr. Green drew a picture of him, and Mr. Finley made photographs from it. We bought one as a souvenir of the war.

The big headlines in the papers this morning say, "The hunt is up. He brandisheth a bowie-knife but yieldeth to six solid arguments. At Irwinsville, Ga., about daylight on the 10th instant, Col. Prichard, commanding the 4th Michigan Cavalry, captured Jeff Davis, family and staff. They will be forwarded under strong guard without delay." The flags have been flying all day, and every one is about as pleased over the manner of his capture as over the fact itself. Lieutenant Hathaway, one of the staff, is a friend of Mr. Manning Wells, and he was pretty sure he would follow Davis, so we were not surprised to see his name among the captured. Mr. Wells says he is as fine a horseman as he ever saw.