The Project Gutenberg eBook of Authors and Writers Associated with Morristown
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Authors and Writers
ASSOCIATED WITH
MORRISTOWN
WITH A CHAPTER ON
HISTORIC MORRISTOWN
BY
JULIA KEESE COLLES
1893
VOGT BROS.
Morristown, N. J.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1893, by
JULIA KEESE COLLES
of Morristown, New Jersey, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress,
at Washington.
Owned by HON. AUG. W. CUTLER.
OLD MORRISTOWN. Pen and ink sketch by Miss S. Howell, from original painting.
DEDICATION.
TO THE MEN AND WOMEN, OF EARLY AND OF LATER
YEARS, WHO HAVE SCATTERED THEIR PEARLS OF
BEAUTY AND OF WISDOM ALONG THE DUSTY
PATHS OF OUR HISTORIC CITY, THESE
PAGES ARE INSCRIBED WITH AFFECTIONATE
ADMIRATION BY
The Author.
PREFACE.
This long-promised volume, the first of its kind, so far as known, ever given to the world, is now offered to the public. It is the result of a lecture given about three and a half years ago, which was repeated by request, and finally promised for publication, with the endorsement of one hundred and fifty subscribers.
No effort has been spared to have every statement in the book accurate; nor has any name been omitted which has presented a title to notice, in spite of the fact that the number of "Authors and Writers," has nearly doubled since the work of publication was undertaken. Any suggestion or criticism, however, will be gladly received by the author, as having a bearing on possible future work in this direction.
Morristown, New Jersey, February, 1893.
TABLE OF CONTENTS.
PREFACE.
POEM—MORRISTOWN.
HISTORIC MORRISTOWN.
GEORGE WASHINGTON.
POETS— PAGE.
Wm. and Stephen V. R. Paterson 33
Mrs. Elizabeth Clementine Kinney 40
Alexander Nelson Easton 42
Francis Bret Harte 45
Mrs. M. Virginia Donaghe McClurg 48
Charlton T. Lewis, LL. D. 54
Miss Emma F. R. Campbell 58
Mrs. Adelaide S. Buckley 63
Rev. Oliver Crane, D. D., LL. D. 63
Rev. J. Leonard Corning, D. D. 68
Mrs. Mary Lee Demarest 69
Hon. Anthony Q. Keasbey 72
Major Lindley Hoffman Miller 76
Miss Henrietta Howard Holdich 79
William Tuckey Meredith 81
Miss Hannah More Johnson 84
Miss Margaret H. Garrard 87
Miss Julia E. Dodge 89
Charles D. Platt 90
Mrs. Julia R. Cutler 96
Miss Frances Bell Coursen 99
Miss Isabel Stone 100
Rev. G. Douglass Brewerton 102
Mrs. Alice D. Abell 104
George Wetmore Colles, Jr. 105
HYMNODIST—
John R. Runyon 107
NOVELISTS AND STORY WRITERS—
Francis Richard Stockton 109
Francis Bret Harte 118
Miss Henrietta Howard Holdich 131
Mrs. Miriam Coles Harris 141
Miss Maria Mcintosh 146
Mrs. Maria Mcintosh Cox 149
David Young 155
Mrs. Nathaniel Conklin 165
Mrs. Catharine L. Burnham 171
Hon. John Whitehead 179
Mrs. Georgeanna Huyler Duer 181
Madame de Meissner 186
Miss Isabel Stone 188
Augustus Wood 193
Charles P. Sherman 193
Miss Helen M. Graham 193
Other Novelists and Story Writers 195
TRANSLATORS—
Mrs. Adelaide S. Buckley 197
Miss Margaret H. Garrard 202
Other Translators 203
LEXICOGRAPHER—
Charlton T. Lewis, LL. D. 205
HISTORIANS AND ESSAYISTS—
William Cherry, Ancient Chronicler 207
Rev. Joseph F. Tuttle, D. D. 209
Hon. Edmund D. Halsey 215
Hon. John Whitehead 218
Bayard Tuckerman 221
Loyal Farragut 227
Josiah Collins Pumpelly 229
Miss Hannah More Johnson 233
Mrs. Julia McNair Wright 237
Mrs. Edwina L. Keasbey 239
Mrs. Marian E. Stockton 243
TRAVELS AND PERSONAL REMINISCENCES—
Marquis de Chastellux 247
Rev. John L. Stephens 254
Hon. Charles S. Washburne 255
General Joseph Warren Revere 257
Henry Day 260
THEOLOGIANS—
Rev. Timothy Johnes, D. D. 264
Rev. James Richards, D. D. 270
Rev. Albert Barnes 271
Rev. Samuel Whelpley 275
Stevens Jones Lewis 278
Rev. Rufus Smith Green, D. D. 279
Rev. Wm. Durant 282
Rev. J. Macnaughtan, D. D. 286
Rev. C. DeWitt Bridgman 291
Rev. J. T. Crane, D. D. 293
Rev. H. A. Buttz, D. D., LL. D. 296
Rev. J. K. Burr, D. D. 297
Rev. J. E. Adams 299
Rev. James M. Buckley, D. D., LL. D. 300
Rev. James M. Freeman, D. D. 308
Rev. Kinsley Twining, D. D., LL. D. 310
Rev. Theodore L. Cuyler, D. D. 314
Rt. Rev. Wm. Ingraham Kip, D. D., LL. D. 319
Rev. William Staunton, D. D. 323
Rev. Arthur Mitchell, D. D. 327
Rev. Charles E. Knox, D. D. 332
Rev. Albert Erdman, D. D. 334
Rev. Joseph M. Flynn, R. D. 337
Rev. George H. Chadwell 338
Rev. William M. Hughes, S. T. D. 345
PUBLIC SPEAKERS AND LAWYERS—
Hon. Jacob W. Miller 351
Hon. William Burnet Kinney 355
Hon. Theodore F. Randolph 358
Hon. Edward W. Whelpley 360
Hon. Jacob Vanatta 362
Hon. George T. Werts 364
Joseph F. Randolph 365
Edward Q. Keasbey 367
SCIENTISTS—
Samuel F. B. Morse, LL. D. 368
Alfred Vail 371
William Graham Sumner, LL. D. 376
Elwyn Waller, Ph. D. 380
George W. Maynard, Ph. D. 382
Emory McClintock, LL. D. 383
Andrew F. West, LL. D. 384
Señor José Gros 386
MEDICAL AUTHORS AND WRITERS—
Condict W. Cutler, M. S., M. D. 388
Phanet C. Barker, M. D. 390
Horace A. Buttolph, M. D., LL. D. 392
AUTHORS AND WRITERS ON ART—
Thomas Nast 395
Rev. Jared Bradley Flagg, D. D. 398
Rev. J. Leonard Corning, D. D. 400
George Herbert McCord, A. N. A. 401
DRAMATIST—
William G. Van Tassel Sutphen 403
ILLUSTRATIONS.
PAGE.
FRONTISPIECE—OLD MORRISTOWN.
ORIGINAL FIRST PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH, 1738, 17
OLD ARNOLD TAVERN, 25
FIRST PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH, 97
WASHINGTON HEADQUARTERS, 209
PLAN OF FORT NONSENSE, 305
SPEEDWELL IRON WORKS, 369
OLD FACTORY AT SPEEDWELL, 377
POEM.
BY WILLIAM PATERSON.
MORRISTOWN, NEW JERSEY.
The Patriot Chieftain with his army lay,
When frosty winds swept down and chilled the air,
And long, cold nights closed out the shorter day.
Rising toward heaven upon the village green,
Whose chimes then called the people, pastor, choir,
To praise and pray each Sabbath morn and e'en.
The common covenant which a dying Lord,
To those who broke bread with him last revealed,
And bade them ever thus His love record.
Its rural charms and beauties for long years;
The stranger would its quiet glories choose,
Far from the toils and strifes of daily cares.
And dwelt contented in their humble sphere,
The morning and the evening of their days,
Passing the same with every closing year.
Beneath the pulpit each Communion Sunday,
They never smiled, but sung there psalms and prayed;
And then made whiskey at the still on Monday.
Men did not deem it then a heinous crime;
Such was the common custom of the day,
As those can tell who recollect the time.
Of Deacon Giles and his distillery,
Where you will find that for this very fact,
He was set up high in the pillory.
Here in the freshness of the Mountain air,
When nature seemed in fullest tune to sing,
And all the world was beautiful and fair.
Comes stealing on with sure and silent tread?
Nor even then can he the thoughts engage,
Till his cold fingers touch the dying bed.
And sent a warning, so wiseacres said,
By causing apple blossoms to appear
In winter, and the old man soon was dead.
Born a young Prince beneath his native sky,
Who with his banjo sang rare tales of gold—
I saw him strive and struggle, gasp and die.
Almost before its eyes beheld the day;
The infant and the old men, side by side,
Were in the quiet churchyard laid away.
Of their mysterious secrets now than then;
No sesame can open wide the door,
That veils those mysteries from the light of men.
That looks down on the lowland plains afar,
Are seen the outlines of the earthworks still
Remaining there, rude vestiges of war.
When crowds were gathered on the village green,
To welcome with warm hearts and floral song,
Him who a friend in war's dark hour had been.
Will Freedom's sons that honored name forget,
Nor cease to, until worlds shall pass from sight,
Keep green the memory of Lafayette.
Fourscore and ten and yet again fourscore;
Tread lightly now, it is the parting knell
For two great spirits gone out evermore.
As Freedom's Bell rang in her natal day,
And what than this could be more mete beside
That twinned in death, their souls should pass away?
Winding a blast, as with their daily load,
The prancing coach-steeds dashed out in the morn
To run the toll-gates of the turnpike road.
And screaming engines wake the Mountain air;
There is no longer, as of old, a Town
Committee, but a Council and a Mayor.
Kissed by the winds that on its bosom play,
When the round moon sends down her fullest light,
And evening glories in soft splendor lay.
The moonlit mirror of the tranquil tide,
You see the water spirits rise and hover,
And on the sheen in laughing lightness glide.
Down on their course past bridge and wheel and mill,
Where we as boys would "in-a-swimming go;"
Do the boys swim in "Sunnygony" still?
Learned the first rudiments of ball and book
Within the grounds of the Academy,
In vain for that old landmark now you look.
And will forever consecrate the spot,
Nor can the power of Time's effacing fingers,
While life shall last, the recollection blot.
Far on in years, lean on a slender staff;
The school-house, all you see of that to-day
Is shown you there upon its photograph.
Land that then grew the turnip and "potater,"
Now blooms in flowers and costs exceeding dear,
Bringing some thousand dollars by the acre!
And stately mansions stand adorned with art,
And liveried coaches roll with rumbling sound
Where once jogged on the wagon-wheel and cart.
And men are borne upon the sweeping tide;
Wave follows wave in ever ceaseless flow,
The present stays not by the dweller's side.
And up the lengthened pathway turn and look,
Where on the summit once stood Youth and Hope,
Now soon to turn the last leaf of the Book.
These fragrant memories of life's early scene,
That still in robes of purest white I see
The Church Spire rising on the village green.
HISTORIC MORRISTOWN.
Throughout our country, there is no spot more identified with the story of the Revolution, and the personality of Washington, than Morristown. Nestled among its five ranges of hills, its impregnable position no doubt first attracted the attention of the commander-in-chief and that of his trusted quartermaster, General Nathaniel Greene. Besides, the enthusiastic patriotism of the men and women of this part of New Jersey was noted far and wide, and the powder-mill of Col. Jacob Ford, Jr., on the Whippany river, where "good merchantable powder," was in course of manufacture,—some of which had probably already been tested at Trenton, Princeton and elsewhere,—was also among the attractions.
It was on December 20th, 1776, that Washington wrote to the President of Congress: "I have directed the three regiments from Ticonderoga, to halt at Morristown, in Jersey (where I understand about eight hundred Militia have collected) in order to inspirit the inhabitants and as far as possible to cover that part of the country."
(Quoted by Rev. Dr. Tuttle in his paper on "Washington in Morris County," in the Historical Magazine for June 1871.)
These were regiments from New England. The British, who were always trying to gain "the pass of the mountains," had made an attempt on the 14th of December, but had been repulsed by Col. Jacob Ford, Jr., with his militia, at Springfield.
At this time the village numbered about 250 inhabitants with a populous community of thriving farmers surrounding it. To the north of the town were the estates of the Hathaway and Johnes families; to the east, those of the Fords, who had just erected the building now known as the Headquarters; to the south, those of General John Doughty and to the west, those of Silas Condict and his brothers.
Morris county was settled "about 1710," by families of New England ancestry, who were attracted by the iron ore in the mountains round about and who came from Newark and Elizabethtown. The Indian name for the country round, seems to have been "Rockciticus" as late as the arrival of Pastor Johnes in 1742, according to the traditions in his family. The original name of the settlement of Morristown was West Hanover, and in court records this name is found as late as 1738. It was also called New Hanover. The present name was adopted when the county court held its first meeting here at the house of Col. Jacob Ford, on March 25th, 1740. The town was named for the county and the county was named for Governor Lewis Morris, who was Governor of New Jersey from 1738 to 1746. Evidently this was to be the county town of Morris County.
At the time of the Revolution the church, the "Court House and Jail" and the Arnold Tavern were the most important buildings. The Magazine also, a temporary structure, stood on South street, near the "Green". To it casks of powder were constantly taken and sometimes casks of sand to deceive the spies who were always hanging about. The "Court House and Jail" was famous as the common prison of Tories caught in Morris and the adjoining counties. It was built in 1755 and stood on the northwest corner of the village "Green" as shown in the picture of Old Morristown. It was a plain wooden structure with a cupola and bell. Its sides and roof were shingled.
One of the illustrations of this book is of the Arnold Tavern, as it appeared in Washington's time. The picture is from a pen-and-ink sketch by Miss S. Howell, made originally and recently for the Washington Association of N. J., under careful direction from study of the time, by one of its members. Taverns were dotted all about the country in those days and most of the public meetings were held in their spacious rooms. Whether it was this fact or because of certain qualities possessed by the early proprietors of taverns, we find that many of them eventually became the most eminent men of the community.
The erection of the First Church building was begun in 1738 and finished in 1740, although the organization had existed from 1733. The first pastor, Rev. Timothy Johnes found it ready for his reception on his arrival in 1742 and for his installation, the following year. We are indebted to our young artist, Miss Emma H. Van Pelt, for a painting of this early church, from the only outline that remains to us, and to Miss S. Howell, for the pen-and-ink sketch, from the painting, for this book. This outline was embroidered upon a sampler owned by Miss Martha Emmell, and, according to family history, is a faithful representation of the building and the only suggestion other than traditional of Morristown's first place of worship. Miss Van Pelt's picture of the old church also follows in all respects her own, and the study of others, from the ancient records of the time. The structure stood about a rod east of the present building, facing upon Morris street and was always known as the "Meetin' House." It was originally of a somewhat plain and barn-like exterior, nearly square, with shingled sides, and windows let into the sloping roof. It was twice altered. In 1764, it was enlarged and two other entrances, besides the main entrance, were provided. A steeple also was erected in which was hung the bell in use at the present time. This bell was a gift, according to traditional history from the King of Great Britain to the church at Morristown. It had upon it the impress of the British crown and the name of the makers, "Lister & Pack, of London fecit." It was re-cast about thirty years ago. This early church and the Baptist church, which stood on the site occupied by the one quite recently removed, (because of the fine new building in course of erection), have honorable record for unselfish devotion to the cause of the patriots. Both buildings were nobly given up for the use of the soldiers, suffering with small-pox, in the terrible winter of 1777.
Washington first came to Morristown, with his staff and army, three days after the battle of Princeton, on January 7th, 1777, and remained until May of that year. He made his Headquarters at the Arnold Tavern, then kept by Colonel Jacob Arnold, a famous officer of the "Light Horse Guards", whose grandsons are now residents of Morristown. This historic building stood on the west side of the Green, where now, a large brick building, "The Arnold", has been erected on its site. The old building with its many associations was about to be destroyed, when it was rescued, at the suggestion of the author of this book, and restored upon its present site on the Colles estate, on Mt. Kemble avenue, the old Baskingridge road of the Revolution. It has recently been purchased and occupied for a hospital by the All Souls' Hospital Association. Though extended and enlarged, it is still the same building and retains many of the distinctive features which characterized it when the residence of Washington. Here is still the bedroom which Washington occupied, the parlor, the dining-room and the ball-room where he received his generals, Greene, Knox, Schuyler, Gates, Lee, de Kalb, Steuben, Wayne, Winds, Putnam, Sullivan and others, besides distinguished visitors from abroad, all of whom met here continually during the winter of 1777. One of these visitors and one of our authors, the Marquis de Chastellux, gives an interesting account of his experience and impressions. In one of the bedrooms of this old house, has been seen within a few years, between the floor and the ceiling below, a long case for guns, above which was painted on the floor, in very large squares, covering the entire opening, a checkerboard about which, in an emergency, evidently the soldiers expected to sit and so conceal from the enemy the trap door of their arsenal. About this ancient building many traditions linger and from it have gone forth Washington's commands and some of his most important letters.
The road taken by Washington and his army, on coming first to Morristown, was, according to Dr. Tuttle, "through Pluckamin, Baskingridge, New Vernon, thence by a grist mill near Green Village, around the corner and thence along the road leading from Green Village to Morristown and over the ground which had been selected for an encampment in the valley bearing the beautiful Indian name of Lowantica, now called Spring Valley." It was here that the terrible scourge of small-pox broke out among the soldiers.
One cannot but wonder continually at Washington's courage and serenity in the midst of such overwhelming difficulties. He had hardly entered his winter home, in the Arnold Tavern, when the loss was announced to him of the brave and noble Col. Jacob Ford, Jr., his right-hand man, upon whom he had depended. He was buried, by Washington's orders, with the honors of war, and the description of that funeral cortege is one of the most picturesque pages out of traditional history. Then came the alarm about small-pox, the first death occurring on the same day as Col. Ford's funeral. Washington himself was taken ill, says tradition, with quinsy sore throat, and great fears were felt for his life. It is interesting to know that being asked who should succeed him in command of the army, should he not recover, he at once pointed to Gen. Nathaniel Greene. It was during this time of residence at the Arnold Tavern, that Washington joined Pastor Johnes and his people in their semi-annual communion after receiving the good pastor's assurance: "Ours is not the Presbyterian table, but the Lord's table, and we give the Lord's invitation to all his followers of whatever name." This is said to be the only occasion in his public career, when it is certainly known that Washington partook of the Sacrament. The hollow is still shown behind the house of Pastor Johnes, on Morris street, (purchased Feb. 3rd, 1893, of Mrs. Eugene Ayers, for the Morristown Memorial Hospital,) where a grove of trees then stood, when this historic event took place in the open air, while the church building was taken up with the soldiers sick of small-pox. Of this fact, in addition to the confirmation of Rev. Timothy Johnes's granddaughter, now living, Mrs. Kirtland, we have the following from Mr. Frederick G. Burnham, who says, (Oct 12th, 1892); "My Aunt, Huldah Lindsley, sister of Judge Silas Condict, and born in Morristown, gave me, in the most distinct and definite manner an account of General Washington's having communed with the Presbyterian Church on the occasion of the encampment in Morristown. My aunt told me that the congregation sat out of doors, even in the winter, but were shielded from the severe winds by surrounding high ground, that benches were placed in a circular position, that the pastor occupied a central point and that it was in this out-of-door place, muffled in their thickest clothing and many of them warmed by foot-stoves and other arrangements for keeping the feet warm, with nothing overhead but the wintry sky, that the congregation, among them General Washington, partook of the Lord's Supper."
Early in December 1779, came Washington once more, with his army, to Morristown, and remained until the following June, the guest of Mrs. Theodosia Ford, widow of the gallant Col. Jacob Ford, Jr., at her home now known as the "Headquarters." The story of the purchase and preservation of this building for the state and country, by the Washington Association of New Jersey, is given farther on. "It is still," says the orator of Fort Nonsense (the Rev. Dr. Buckley), "the most charming residence which Morristown contains and historically inferior only in interest to Mount Vernon and far superior to it in beauty of location and surrounding scenery." Among the treasures of the Headquarters is the original Commission to Washington, as Commander-in-chief of the Army.
At the opening ceremonial of the Washington Headquarters on July 5th, 1875, Governor Theodore F. Randolph, in an eloquent address, said as follows:
"Under this roof have been gathered more characters known to the Military history of our Revolution than under any other roof in America. Here the eloquent and brilliant Alexander Hamilton lived during the long winter of 1779-'80 and here he met and courted the lady he afterwards married—the daughter of General Schuyler. Here too was Greene—splendid fighting Quaker as he was—and the great artillery officer, Knox, the stern Steuben, the polished Kosciusko, the brave Schuyler, gallant Light-horse Harry Lee, old Israel Putnam, "Mad Anthony" Wayne, and, last to be named of all, that brave soldier, but rank traitor—Benedict Arnold."
Many authenticated stories are extant of Washington, himself, and of the other distinguished inmates of the Headquarters during this memorable winter. Of the women of Morris County too, and the country round, many historic tales are told. If possible, they seem to have been even more patriotic than the men, whom, on several occasions, they upheld when wavering with doubt or fear. They had knitting and sewing circles for the soldiers in camp upon the Wicke Farm. These were presided over by Mrs. Ralph Smith, on Smith's Hummock, by Mrs. Anna Kitchell at Whippany, and by Mrs. Counselor Condict and Mrs. Parson Johnes, in Morristown.
In all this sympathetic work, Martha Washington led, and we hear of her that after coming through Trenton on December 28th, in a raging snow storm, to spend New Year's Day in the Ford Mansion, some of the grand ladies of the town came to call upon her, dressed in their most elegant silks and ruffles, and "so", says one of them, "we were introduced to her ladyship, and don't you think we found her with a speckled homespun apron on, and engaged in knitting a stocking? She received us very handsomely and then again resumed her knitting. In the course of the conversation, she said, very kindly to us, whilst she made her needles fly, that 'American ladies should be patterns of industry to their country-women * * * * we must become independent of England by doing without these articles which we can make ourselves. Whilst our husbands and brothers are examples of patriotism, we must be examples of industry'. 'I do declare,' said one of the ladies afterwards, 'I never felt so ashamed and rebuked in my life!'"