»"'•*. -■1°- % v^*: o > .0^ e ° " • . (3 f° .. v*""" \^ °^ "■ .^° .. % *-^' y "^ '- ^° 7 7^-^ Colonel JOHN QUINCY OF MOUNT WOLLASTON 1689-1767 A Public Character of New England's Provincial Period GEO. H. ELLIS CO. BOSTON 1909 ^ JOHN QUINCY [Only extant Portrait] JOHN QUINCY MASTER OF MOUNT WOLLASTON; PROVINCIAL STATESMAN; COLONEL OF THE SUFFOLK REGIMENT; SPEAKER OF THE MASSACHU- SETTS HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES; MEMBER OF HIS MAJESTY'S COUNCIL AN ADDRESS Delivered Sunday, February 2J, igo8 UNDER THE AUSPICES OF THE Q.UINCY HISTORICAL SOCIETY BY DANIEL MUNRO WILSON PREPARED IN COLLABORATION WITH CHARLES FRANCIS ADAMS BOSTON Geo. H. Ellis Co., Printers, 272 Congress Street i<^09 GHft ^ ^ (\^ ./ v^ i^' 117 ry/ COMPLIMENTS OF Charles Francis Adams, 84 State Street, Boston. PREFACE. The address printed in the following pages was deliv- ered at a celebration held in honor of John Quincy in the house of worship of First Church, Quincy, Mass., Februar}' 23, 1908. Owing to its length, a part of it only was then made use of. While this service, the first formal recognition of the eminently useful career, both public and private, of John Quincy, was held in view, it was contemplated to perpetuate his memory still further by some suitable publication. Thus the address naturally developed into what closely resembles a memoir, in the preparation of which I have had the pleasure of being practically a collaborator with Charles F. Adams, second of the name. Indeed, such rescue from oblivion of one who, in his day, "was as much esteemed as any man in the province," is another of the things done by Mr. Adams to honor his fathers and perpetuate in memory what is both veracious and noble in the traditions of Old Brain- tree and Quincy. A large, if not the larger, part of what is here set down is distinctly from his pen. In Larned's *' Literature of American History" it is stated that "no more trustworthy delineation of a New England town has ever been written than that to be found in the ' Three Episodes of Massachusetts History.'" The story of a s PREFACE. typical Massachusetts community, with the Puritan Com- monwealth for a background, it furnished a succinct account of Colonel Quincy, and a wise estimate of his character and influence. All this I took bodily from Mr. Adams's narrative; and, when additional facts had been elsewhere exhumed, the whole was submitted to Mr. Adams. Not only did he then subject the material to a thorough revision, but he gave to it an historical setting by means of which the chief figure is brought into scenic relations with the men and movements of his period. This has, in my judgment, greatly enhanced the value of the production, making of it, I venture to hope, a not unworthy interpretation of the terse inscriptions on mural tablet and cemetery monument. Daniel Munro Wilson. July, 1908. QUINCY HISTORICAL SOCIETY. President. Brooks Adams. Vice-President. Fred B. Rice. Secretary. Emery L. Crane. Treasurer. James L. Edwards. Librarian. H. Houghton Schumacher. Curators. Brooks Adams. Rev. E. N. Hardy, Ph.D. Emery L. Crane. George W. Morton. James L. Edwards. AYilliam G. Pattee. Fred B. Rice. Ushers chosen for the John Quincy Memorial Celebration : Thomas Fenno, Charles A. Price, Charles II. Johnson, James L. Edwards, H. Houghton Schumacher, Emery L. Crane. 5 QUINCY HISTORICAL SOCIETY. MEETING TO COMMEMORATE THE LIFE AND SERVICES OF COLONEL JOHN QONCY Who died in 1767, and whose Name was given to this Town when it was set ojf from Braintree, February 22, 1792. I. Organ Voluntary. n. Reading of Scriptures, Rev. Ellery Channing Butler. in. Prayer, Rev. Edwin Noah Hardy. rV. Hymn, by Ralph Waldo Emerson. We love the venerable house From humble tenements around Our fathers built to God; Came up the pensive train. In heaven are kept their grateful vows. And in the church a blessing found, Their dust endears the sod. Which filled their homes again. Here holy thoughts a light have shed From many a radiant face. And prayers of tender hope have spread A perfume through the place. They live with God, their homes are dust; But here their children pray. And, in this fleeting lifetime, trust To find the narrow way. V. Introductory Remarks, Brooks Adams, Esq. VI. Historical Address, Rev. Daniel Munro Wilson. YU. Hymn, by William Parsons Lunt. When driven by oppression's rod, The altar and the school still stand. Our fathers fled beyond the sea, Their care was first to honor God, And next to leave their children free. Above the forest's gloomy shade The altar and the school appeared: On that, the gifts of faitli were laid; In this, their precious hojjes were reared. The sacred pillars of our trust; And freedom's sons shall fill the land When we are sleeping in the dust. Before thine altar, Lord, we bend, With grateful song and fervent prayer; For thou, who wast our fathers' friend, Wilt make our offspring still thy care. QUINCY HISTORICAL SOCIETY. VIII. Historical Address, Charles Francis Adams, Esq. IX. Hymn, Old Hundred. From all that dwell below the skies, Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Let the Creator's praise arise; Eternal truth attends thy word; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore. Through every land, by every tongue. Till suns shall rise and set no more. X. Benediction, Rev. EUery Charming Butler. FIRST CONGREGATION.Uj CHURCH QUINCY, MASSACHUSETTS 3 P.M., 8UND.\Y, FEBRUARY 23, 1908. u g B a o I—. o THE COMMEMORATIVE EXERCISES. On the day following the anniversary of the birth of Washington, Sunday, February 23, the exercises in commemoration of Colonel John Quincy were celebrated in the commodious house of worship of the ancient First Church of Christ, with which society that personage was closely connected throughout his career. The edifice was well filled at the hour appointed, three o'clock in the afternoon, by residents of Quincy and by many from neighboring towns. The invited guests included the present mayor of the city, the Hon. William T. Shea, and all his predecessors in that ofl&ce, every one of them, from the first incumbent, Col. Charles H. Porter, happily still living. There were also invited the selectmen of the towns which, with Quincy, formed the original township of Braintree, the wide-spread community so long rep- resented by Colonel Quincy: Randolph, Holbrook, and the part still distinctively known as Braintree. The Historical Society of the adjoining town of Wey- mouth responded with a generous delegation of its mem- bers to the invitation sent them; as did the Massachu- setts Society of Colonial Dames, the Adams Chapter of the Daughters of the Revolution, and similar or- ganizations. The direct descendants of Colonel John Quincy, and their connections in the Adams and Quincy and other families, were well represented. His Honor* the Mayor, unable to attend, sent a letter of regrets, but 9 JOHN QUINCY the President of the Council, Ralph W. Hobbs, and other members of the city government were present. After the organ voluntary by the organist, Miss Alice B. Haskell, appropriate passages of Scripture were read by the pastor of First Church, the Rev. Ellery Channing Butler. Among these selections were the following: — "Let us call to remembrance the great and the good through whom the Lord hath wrought glory and honor; such as were leaders of the people, men renowned for power, for counsel, for understanding and foresight; wise and eloquent in their teachings, and by their knowl- edge made fit helpers of their fellow-men. "They were honored in their generations, and were the glory of their times. "And though some have left no memorial behind them, yet their righteousness is not lost, and the blessed results of their goodness cannot be blotted out. Their bodies are buried in peace; but their work lives on for- ever. "The people will tell of their wisdom, and after-times will show forth their praise. For the memorial of virtue is immortal, because it is known with God and with men. When it is present, men take example of it; and when it is gone, they earnestly desire it. It weareth a crown forever, having gotten the victory, striving for undefiled rewards." 10 JOHN QUINCY PRAYER BY THE REV. EDWIN N. HARDY, Ph.D. Almighty God, our heavenly Parent, we thy children love and revere thee, God of our fathers. Thou art the same yesterday, to-day, and forever, and in thee we live, move, and have our being. The heavens declare thy glory, and the firmament sheweth thy handiwork. All that is has come forth from thee, and all things are upheld and energized by thee. Thy beneficent purpose shapes and controls all things. Thou hast created man but a little lower than the angels, and thou madest him to have dominion over all the works of thy hands. We thank thee that thou hast given unto man the privilege of sharing with thee the advancement of the kingdom of righteousness, and w^e recognize with gratitude our in- debtedness not only to thee, but to those who have lived before us. In the present we enjoy the rich heritage of the past, and would not be unmindful of our obligations to those who, through sacrifice, heroism, and devotion, made possible our larger life. We thank thee for the stimulating and enriching influences which ever flow from great and noble lives. We thank thee for the great leaders of men, the makers and moulders of public opinion, the champions of righteousness who have lived and wrought here in other days. Help us to keep green in memory these noble men and women, that we may perpetuate their deeds and emulate their virtues. We praise thee for our homes, schools, churches, and free 11 JOHN QUINCY institutions, and would not forget those who founded them and made them possible. Enable us, we entreat thee, to link the best things of the past to the present that we may be strengthened to meet our responsibilities, obligations, and opportunities with such noble purpose, consecrated energy, and sane insight that righteousness may everywhere prevail and thy kingdom speedily come. Give to this generation a correct vision of the past, that we may intelligently discern the sign of the present times, and so live and act that those who follow us may have oc- casion for rejoicing. Grant us a true and large vision of the future, and enable us to make real our best ideals. Bless this ancient church and its pastor and all who here minister in thy name. Bless all our churches and free institutions, and especially this organization under whose auspices we to-day meet. Bless the city and make it worthy of the great and valuable heritage of the past, and may it ever hold in loving remembrance its noble benefactors, and, stimulated by the past, may it wisely build in the present for the welfare of the future. We ask all these favors in the name of the Christ, the revealer of thy love and wisdom and the interpreter of life. Amen. The hymn, written by Ralph Waldo Emerson, was announced by the pastor. The entire congregation joined in the singing, led by the choir of First Church, consisting of the following-named persons: Miss Marion Spinney, Mrs. Philip Hayes, Mr. William A. Sweet, and Mr. C. Pol Plancon. 12 JOHN QUINCY INTRODUCTORY REMARKS BY BROOKS ADAMS. My Fclloiv-citizcns of Quincy, — You know that we meet to honor him for whom our town is named. Of John Quincy I shall say nothing. That task is committed to abler hands than mine. But it may not be unbecoming in me to draw your attention to one aspect of this cere- mony which, I apprehend, is of moment to us all. When just entering on old age, John Quincy's great- grandson, John Quincy Adams, thus communed with him- self, as he one day wrote in his diary: "Democracy has no forefathers, it looks to no posterity. It is swallowed up in the present, and thinks of nothing but itself. This is the vice of democracy, and it is incurable. Democracy has no monuments. It strikes no medals. It bears the head of no man upon a coin. Its very essence is icono- clastic." Since my grandfather thus philosophized, three-quarters of a century have elapsed, and, if we modern democrats have lost something of the elastic confidence of youth, we have at least learned something of due reverence for age. We strive to save our famous buildings, we some- times erect tablets to the dead, we begin to honor the past. From the banishment of our pastor, John Wheelwright, downward, this town has contributed its share to those labors which have made our Commonwealth renowned; 13 JOHN QUINCY but among all our ancestors perhaps not one has deserved better at the hands of his posterity than John Quincy, of whom we know but little more than that he has left to us his name. At length this reproach is to be lifted from us. One of his descendants has raised to his mem- ory the monument which we now dedicate, and to-day the story of his life shall be told. I have the honor to intro- duce to you the Rev. Daniel Munro Wilson. 14 JOHN QUINCY ADDRESS BY THE REV. DANIEL MUNRO WILSON. I need hardly say, Mr. President, and ladies and gentlemen, that it is with the deepest emotions I stand once more in this sacred place, and, stirred by the thoughts of the occasion, face so large a congregation of the resi- dents of Quincy, and others, the guests of our Historical Society. The spirit of the time, as well as of the locality, seems to uplift us, — ^his spirit whom we delight to honor as the father of our country. Revived by yesterday's observances, may that spirit possess us all the more to-day, as we dwell upon the character and achievements of the eminent leader of men w ho is peculiarly our own. Separated by exactly sixty years, the birthday of Wash- ington, 1732, and the birthday of the town of Quincy, 1792, fall upon the same date in February; and for us who reside here, or who, residing elsewhere, have lived in this place and still retain loving recollections of it, the coincidence is auspicious, one pleasant to dwell upon. Indeed, so completely in harmony is it with the traditions of this community that it would seem to indicate delib- erate purpose on the part of our fellow-townsman. Gov- ernor Hancock, that he should thus, on the birthday of him who was then President of the young republic, have signed the act incorporating the town in which was the residence of its Vice-President. If so, it was only another among the fortunate happenings which seem, by a sort 15 JOHN QUINCY of moral gravitation, to be drawn to a locality in which there was an unusual concentration, not only of men and women of mark, but also of ideas around which a new world crystallized. It is, moreover, to be noted that Washington's name was a household word among your forebears here to a greater degree and in a more intimate sense than fell to the lot of all save a very few of our New England towns. Indeed, the friendly relations which existed between him and the eminent persons of this community seem to have been extended to the degree of being almost a common possession. The inhabitants as a whole felt, in a way, included in that circle of leading patriots. It was their neighbor, John Adams, who in the Continental Congress of 1775 spoke the decisive word which, coming from Massachusetts, summoned Colonel Washington to the command of the Continental Army. And these two, Washington and Adams, were joined in the first Chief Magistracy, when at last this republic was launched on its appointed course. Their fellow-townsman by birth, John Hancock, president of the Continental Congress, also held close relations, not only official, but social, with the Father of his Country. For was it not Hancock and his wife Dorothy, born Quincy, who welcomed General Washington to their Philadelphia home, and afterwards President Washington to their Boston mansion.? More- over, there was that other eminent neighbor and sturdy patriot, Josiah Quincy, who, from his seat at North Braintree, "The Farms," as that portion of Quincy now known as Wollaston was called, maintained a constant 16 JOHN QUINCY correspondence with Washington throughout the siege of Boston, and delighted in a friendship which, beginning then, was never broken. Nor can I refrain from remind- ing you of the fact that it w^as President Washington who first called John Quincy Adams into what proved a public career of more than half a century, — a fact the memory of which is cherished by his fellow-townspeople, although Mr. Adams during fifty years of his long life was so continuously absent from the beloved place of his birth as to seem hardly of it. I know not whether Washington ever trod on Quincy soil. To the invitations pressed upon him to visit friends here, he returned cor- dial assurance of his desire so to do, and tradition even aflSrms that he carried the wish into act. Be that as it may, none the less are we justified in saying that Wash- ington also, in a certain, perhaps ideal, sense, is a tutelary of our city. What, however, I would especially emphasize in this auspicious natal coincidence in our civic anniversary is the fortunate linking of the birth of a heroic figure with the birth of a New England town. The three prevailing forces in the development of this nation are thus in a way conspicuously united, — the fit leader, the self-reliant people, the town government. Of these, each has played an essential part in the advancement of liberty and a gradual development of our civic principles. Their united and close interaction made America. Not a town of Massachusetts, however insignificant, but was in itself a republic. There, to quote from the "Three Episodes," was "bred the essence, moral and social, of a civilization 17 JOHN QUINCY instinct with stubborn independence and self-reliance." So, whenever here or elsewhere, the born leader arose, he found aligned with him a host of followers, kindred spirits, daringly responsive to his high appeals. So, too, when the people passionately aspired to the attainment of their civic ideals or the maintenance of their political rights, the able man, never lacking, stepped forth from among them, and then, in the old Teutonic fashion, lifted high on the shield of their confidence, he voiced their demands or led, foremost of all, their battle front. In the mother land and at a later day Carlyle labored vainly with forceful eloquence to evoke some leader from the ranks of a titled aristocracy to bring the "hordes of outcast, captainless," want-stricken wretches "under due captaincy," the one wise man "to take command of the innumerable foolish." Our deliverance was wrought in another way. The self-reliant, self-respecting men of the town meeting, — tillers of the soil and fishers of the sea, — whenever the issue was fairly joined and their rights invaded, saved themselves. So, "fearing God and knowing no other fear," they voted with "obscure" Sam Adams in Faneuil Hall, and stood with Captain John Parker, their farmer neighbor, on the green before the Lexington meeting-house. Beyond any other instance in history we can now recall, people and leaders were, in New England, all hewn from the same block. At the breaking out of the Revolutionary troubles, John Adams looked anxiously around among the patriots for those qualified to lead, — for the pre-eminent commanders of men. He found not one. "We have not men fit for 18 JOHN QUINCY the times," he lamented. *'We are deficient in genius, in education, in travel, in fortune, in everything." Simply unconscious of his own powers, it never occurred to him to distinguish himself from his neighbors; and, falling back upon the conviction that the colonies would have to put up with such as they had, he, for his part, threw himself with entire devotion into the cause of liberty. Strong in a strength which redoubled at emergent de- mands, "he lifted the Continental Congress in his arms, and hurled it over the irrevocable line of independence." Then, and later as he fronted the Court of St. James in defence of the new nation, the provincial Massachusetts lawyer stood level with kings in the dignity and force of his manhood. The leaders who in these United States, first and last, have thus, as occasion called, risen above their fellows, have not been few, nor is it too much to claim that they compare even more than favorably with the great of any other lands and ages. In this respect democracy, de- scribed by its detractors as a desert of mediocrities, has assuredly suffered no defeat. In statesmanship, it may be, we have yet to produce our Burke and Pitt with their philosophic depth of reflection and their splendor of oratory; but in every crisis which has arisen we have been favored with men fit for the occasion, — able men, men broadly intelligent and noble of purpose, rich in saving common sense, and, above all, endowed with wisdom born of high moral character. Them we love and venerate. They are part of a priceless heritage, a heritage which includes leaders in all lines of high human 19 JOHN QUINCY endeavor, — in literature, in law, in morals, in science, in art, in religion. That they created for us the plastic framework of a free constitution is much, for it stimulates the full expression of our individuality. But, above that even, America is incarnate in her great citizens, and, though long dead, they yet abide, a living power of lofty souls, thrilling us with ideal visions of freedom, with its deep moral obligation. Washington and Lincoln, Lowell, Emerson, and a thousand others, lift and inspire even when the sense of constitutional principles may fail. Ever a rebuke to all cheap and canting patriotism, they, in the words of Washington, "raise a standard to which the wise and honest can repair." The light from them falls upon us, and, as it descends, we also glow with a passion for truth, for justice, for God and our native land. " We find in our dull road their shining track; In every nobler mood We feel the orient of their spirit glow, Part of our life's unalterable good, Of all our saintlier aspiration." Here in New England, where the town meeting has been developed in its perfection, an unusually large proportion of distinguished Americans have been born. George William Curtis tells us that at the centennial anniversary of the surrender of Burgoyne, "Governor Horatio Sey- mour said to me that New England had done wisely in always carefully celebrating her great events and com- memorating her great men. I could not," he added, "help replying that New England was fortunate in pro- 20 JOHN QUINCY ducing great men, who naturally did great deeds worthy of commemoration." This, your city of Quincy, from the first settlement till now, has in that respect been signally favored, inasmuch as, from the beginning, not one generation has failed to furnish some eminent person, man or woman, who did notable deeds, or spoke timely words, measurably effec- tive in shaping the destinies of the American people. " From sire to son was stored the sacred seed. Age piled on age to meet a nation's need." The memorj'^ of the most distinguished of these Quincy has not been forgetful to celebrate; but so numerous are her sons and daughters of more or less renown that enough of them have been forgotten, even here at home, to make famous, if judiciously distributed, several other communi- ties. Colonel John Quincy, of Mt. Wollaston, is an in- stance. In his day he was one of the most trusted and influential public characters of the Province; but, for a hundred years or more, he has now been buried in ob- livion. The present generation in Quincy hardly know that such a man ever existed. For example, I once mentioned John Quincy to a lifelong resident, a man of affairs and influence in the town. The response was: "John Quincy .P — John Quincy.^ — I never heard of him before!" Another in the group then exclaimed: "Oh, yes, you have. We have all heard a great deal about John Quincy. You mean John Quincy Adams, don't you .^" That frank avowal of ignorance, and the respon- sive words which so darkened counsel, not unfairly ex- 21 JOHN QUINCY press what might be termed, in language none too strong, the reprehensible absence of all knowledge in this com- munity of a representative man, who through a long life loyally devoted himself to the welfare of his town and the Province, and whom in that now remote period it was the delight of his fellow-citizens to honor. A very few especially interested in the annals of the town, like Edwin W. Marsh — the loss of whom still weighs heavily on us — knew a date or so, and retained the tradition of one or two events in John Quincy's life; but even to them he was little more than a name. To the rest he is " name- less in dark oblivion." Nor, after all, is this oblivion, under the special cir- cumstances of the case and when fairly considered, altogether occasion for special wonder. Not only did John Quincy die as far back as 1767, an old man, even then long retired from active participation in affairs, but he died on the very verge of a cataclysm, both political and social. The Stamp Act was passed in 1765. The duty on tea had been imposed by Act of Parliament of June 14, 1767, less than one month before John Quincy passed away. The following year saw the British regi- ments landed in Boston. The events of the quarter of the eighteenth century which then ensued, before Quincy was set off from Braintree, do not need to be referred to. Those years were replete with incident. During them the old order of things came to an end. With it those who played a part therein passed off the stage, and a generation which knew them not entered upon it. That such periods of rapid change should wipe out the memory 22 JOHN QUINCY of both men and traditions is in the nature of tliin<:js. It was so in 1780. It was so again in 1870. The War of Secession, like the War of Independence, obliterated names and reputations and usages much as the flooding tide of an equinoctial gale obliterates footprints on the seashore. John Quincy's last recorded appearance at a Braintree town meeting was in September, 1758, probably a hundred and twenty years before the conversation to which I have referred took place; and the intervening cen- tury and a fifth witnessed two deluges. That under these circumstances the footprints of any but the most consid- erable of personages should have disappeared either from the sands of time or the memory of Quincy people, is not unnatural. But at last, some fifteen years ago, a gleam of light was projected back into the darkness. In the pages of the "Three Episodes" the mental and moral stature of John Quincy loomed vaguely up, the extent of his public services grew dimly visible. The ground for John Adams's statement that in his day Colonel John Quincy "was as much esteemed as any man in the Province'* began to become apparent. Yet little enough light was then or, for that matter, is even now available. The reason is made obvious by the statement " that not a letter or paper of his, or even a book known to belong to him, now remains in the possession of his descendants." In some house-cleaning cataclysm subsequent to his deatli all was swept away, — letters innumerable, multitudinous public documents, account books, journals not a few, a diary perhaps, — all vanished in an age incurious. For 28 JOHN QUINCY any possible biographer in a succeeding age next to noth- ing was left. And so it has come about that of John Quincy, second to none in the Province of Massachusetts Bay in his generation, "nothing now remains except a name and a few dates." His case resembles closely one lately made public concerning that English Earl of Leicester, the friend of America during the Revolutionary period. It was he who moved in Parliament that Ameri- can independence be recognized, and his name was a household word in both continents. But the materials for his biography became strangely lost; and thus he, too, passed from world-wide fame to complete oblivion. Patriotic services, though treasured in a few grateful minds, are remembered no more when those minds cease to work. Even tradition fades away. The printed record alone remains. That outlasts the very granite of your hills. Our all-but-forgotten worthy. Colonel John Quincy, of Mt. Wollaston, he who for three or more generations has lingered a mere shadow in the minds of the best- informed in this community, and who is hardly more than a name on the meagre pages of its annals, is none the less the civic father of your city. To use a learned word, he is your eponym, your name ancestor. Most so-called eponymous heroes — those whose names glorify clan, tribe or city — are mythical. They belong to the Romulus and Remus type, and John Quincy, certainly, has not escaped this phase of legendary obscurity. There was doubt even about the day of his birth, — ^yes, and the place of it, — till Mr. Adams, through his researches 24 JOHN QUINCV MONUMENT JOHN QUINCY brought the recorded facts to light and set them down in his "Three Episodes," that work of love, let me interject here, and not least among his gifts to the people of Quincy. Indeed, no one in this generation knew where John Quincy was buried till, after several vain efforts to find the spot, I was rew^arded by stumbling, one day in 1903, upon a fragment of a tombstone which marked his place of interment in the old burying-ground. It has since been made conspicuous by the erection of a memorial stone by the Quincy Historical Society, under whose auspices these services are held. To men now living, John Quincy himself may be unknown; but the genera- tion succeeding his exalted itself and him by giving the name of Quincy to the North Precinct of Braintree, when at last, by the Act of February 22, 1792, it was set off as a separate town. It is a fair inference from the proceedings which marked the naming of the town then called into existence, that a generation after his death John Quincy, in the esteem of his townsman, rivalled John Hancock, son of Brain- tree though he was, and, as chief executive of the Com- monwealth, at the crowning period of his fame and popu- larity. When, after much contention with the South Precinct, the new towm w^as about to be incorporated, the minister of the North Precinct Church, the Rev. Anthony Wibird, was requested to propose a name. This was the old-fashioned deference to the cloth, but that " inanimate old bachelor," as Abigail Adams had designated him, somewhat irreverently, twenty years before, manifestly not equal to the occasion, timidly shirked the responsi- 25 JOHN QUINCY bility. Possibly it was a case of the embarrassment of riches. Having so many famous men born into his parish, how was he to discriminate among them ? So the proposition was passed on to the Hon. Richard Cranch. His response was, — "Call it Quincy, in honor of John Quincy!" Later a number of aggressively independent citizens wondered if in this matter they had been sufficiently considered. Was this, indeed, their choice.? Might not Richard Cranch and many of the other elders be unduly attached to the memory of John Quincy.? " Some to the fascination of a name Surrender judgment hoodwinked." Why not honor a living man — one with a name as widely known.? Such was John Hancock, governor at the time, the first Governor of Massachusetts as a com- munity of Freemen. Let that fact not be forgotten. Then at the summit of his popularity, John Hancock had signed the act incorporating Quincy; and the affix- ing his name to it must have renewed in his mind, and in the minds of others, thoughts of his own intimate relations with the ancient town in which he was born, and from which he had taken to wife Dorothy Quincy. So a town meeting was called for May 14, 1792, at which the opposition name was proposed, — Hancock, a name to conjure with. The records show that the discussion which ensued was long and exciting,— at times, as one may guess, electric even. With two such names to choose between, great must have been the stimulus to 26 JOHN QUINCY town-meeting eloquence. Speak them, they may sound equally well to him in whose heart the familiar syllables of the one have not become as music. I frankly con- fess, as a judo;e in that controversy I am incapacitated. Either name, however, is nobly su(]jgestive. At the close of the debate the motion to petition the legislature for an alteration of name was defeated. The original appellation was thus confirmed. Nearly four generations of those here born and here dying have since passed on; and, were this community once more called upon now, as in May of 1792, to con- firm the name, it may confidently be asserted that its action would be unanimous. The title itself, has it not a distinctive character, and is it not pleasant to the ear.? and our name ancestor, the more he is scrutinized, is he not the more exalted ? Quincy, in truth, seems the one name congenial to the spirit and history of this local- ity. Deep-rooted in chivalrous Norman life, trans- planted here with the first settlers, associated with so much that is fine and high in those who bore it, and in utterance full and dignified, it tastes of the soil : it seems almost the natural product of environment, and not a title fixed by formal vote. Honored at home, abroad revered, it is a distinction to be called of Quincy. In- deed, some occult but prophetic fate appears to have intervened to stamp that name upon this place; for in a map published in England in 1775, seventeen years before the town was incorporated, the one word "Quin- zey," and that word alone, covers the territory included within your municipal bounds. 27 JOHN QUINCY Braintree, — old "Brantry," written in the town records as it was pronounced, — has, nevertheless, not faded from the memory of those of Quincy whose ancestors planted it here. Anglo-Saxon in its origin, the name Braintree links this American home with that England whence our fathers came. Still, the word Quincy throbs with a personal element. It carries us back to him and to those others who so long and honorably bore it, and whose virtues, we trust, as well as the name, have be- come "part of our life's unalterable good." What a power of enchantment the sound of it exercises over us at times, holding us in meditation upon the past we our- selves have known! — the lingering village life, almost ideal in its New England quaintness and culture, the homes of the dear and the intimate, the loved faces and forms long since vanished. Like a lamp, it lights that sacred past, and by its beams flung forward we seem to discern that larger city of the future which shall not un- worthily fulfil the promise of its origin. It is, perhaps, a trifle disconcerting that John Quincy should not have been a native of the place which is hon- ored by his name. It had long been conceived, and even stated by one of the earlier town historians, that he was born in the North Precinct of Braintree, on the estate originally granted to his ancestors. But it so chanced that he was really born in Boston; for in the records of that city we read, under the date 1689, the following: "John of Daniel and Anna Quinsie born July 21." This event had followed apparently soon upon the removal of his parents to the principal town of 28 JOHN QriNCY Massachusetts Bay, where the father entered upon the business of gold and silver smith, the nearest approach to a banker known to those days. We may, however, rest assured that the Boston-born John Quincy belonged indubitably to the stock identified from the beginning with our community. His father, Daniel Quincy, first drew breath in the old Quincy homestead, still standing. The parents of Daniel were Colonel Edmund Quincy, who with his first wife, Joanna Hoar, began their house- keeping in that same homestead immediately upon their marriage. Husband and wife both were notable per- sons; for Joanna was the daughter of another Joanna, the widow of Sheriff Hoar, of Gloucester, England. When her husband died, this elder Joanna emigrated to these shores with her five children, and settled in a home not far from where the present edifice of the original First Church now stands. Her last resting-place is in the old burying-ground, where, on a monument which marks the site, the virtues of "a Great Mother" are extolled in rude verse. She was distinguished then; she has become more distinguished since as "the common origin of an offspring at once numerous and notable." Besides the direct male line which issued in Senator Hoar and his brother Judge E. Rockwood Hoar, lines not less famous under other names have inherited, ap- parently, distinctive traits of a character nobly dominant. Such through his father Daniel (and nothing is here said of the Quincy line itself up to Edmund, the immi- grant) was the ancestry of John Quincy. Were his ancestry traced on his mother's side, it would be found 29 JOHN QUINCY hardly less distinguished, for she was daughter of the Rev. Thomas Shepard, of Cambridge. I cannot pause to give even a meagre list of the worthies this con- nection includes, but it is especially interesting to us to know that the wife of the Rev. Mr. Shepard was the daughter of Captain W. Tyng, Boston's richest merchant in that day, and the purchaser of Mt. Wollaston and other lands of the exile William Coddington. It was this purchase which eventually attracted John Quincy to Brain- tree; for, when his grandmother Shepard died, in 1709, he inherited Mt. Wollaston. Early possession of the broad acres of Mt. Wollaston, or Merry Mount, fruitful in themselves and beautiful for situation, together with an ancestry fairly high in social life, afforded in those days, more than now would be the case, vantage-ground of no slight potency from which to front the world. A merely ordinary man, so favored, not infrequently then commanded office and a degree of influence. But John Quincy, from the outset, developed power. He moved easily from one position to another, as though "half his strength he put not forth," until at last, before attaining more than middle life, he had served in about all the public offices to which a provincial might aspire. Everything he did seems to have been hand- somely done. As one observes him through his career, the thought will suggest itself that, on a wider field and under the stimulus of stronger forces, the response aroused in him would have been conspicuous, perhaps historic. "The narrow circle narrows, too, the mind. And man grows greater as his ends are great." 30 JOHN QUINCY "He belon