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CHE-LE-CO-THE 
 
 GLIMPSES OF YESTERDAY 
 
 
 a souvenir of . 
 
 The Hundredth Anniversary of .^ ^ 
 
 The Founding of Chillicothe, Ohio 
 
 APRIL, 1896 
 
 
 CHILLICOTHE, OHIO 
 1896 
 
 4, 
 
 /v. 
 

 Copyright, 1896 
 
 BY 
 
 L. W. RENICK §;^juv. 
 
 Ubc KnictcrboclxT (tcse, Ytow iTork 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 THE object of producing this Cen- 
 tennial Souvenir Book of Chillico- 
 the, is, to preserve in some substantial 
 form, not precisely historical or biographical 
 sketches, but a review of incidents, cus- 
 toms, and traditions — unwritten history 
 — of the early part of this first century of 
 Chillicothe's existence. To rescue from 
 the dim twilight, cherished memories, 
 before the writers have passed to their 
 reward — a kind of "human herbarium of 
 pressed leaves and flowers " — for all those 
 who may be interested. 
 
 Some of the articles have been culled 
 from different sources, and when two or 
 more have written on the same subject, 
 we have incorporated them into one, — as 
 
iv Preface. 
 
 the articles of Thomas Worthington, First 
 Presbyterian Church, and the Methodist 
 Church. 
 
 We regret that limited space has neces- 
 sitated cutting, in many of the articles. 
 
 We thank most cordially all those who 
 have aided us in our work, by their in- 
 terest, pictures, and contributions. 
 
 We have made no attempt at great 
 thingSy but have striven conscientiously 
 to present facts correctly, which we now 
 leave with a lenient public. 
 
 L. W. Renick 
 
 M. D. FULLERTON 
 M. P. NiPGEN. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Prologue — Mary Probasco Nipgen . i 
 
 The Old Town Beautiful — Olivia Allston 
 
 Stone 4 
 
 General Nathaniel Massie — David Meade 
 
 Massie 13 
 
 Edward Tiffin — Margaret Cook Gilmore . ^^ 
 Thomas Worthington, the Pioneer — 
 
 Eleanor Watts Piatt and Thomas 
 
 Walsh 43 
 
 Duncan McArthur — Allen Scott . 65 
 
 William Allen — Efifie Allen Scott 71 
 
 Presentation of Sword to Colonel 
 
 Croghan 77 
 
 " The Rest is Silence " — Eleanor Waddle . 79 
 
 V 
 
vi Contents. 
 
 The First Presbyterian Church — Harriet 
 Sill, Margaret Silvey Pugsley, Angus L. 
 Waddle 80 
 
 Society in the Early Days — Ellen Tiffin 
 
 Cook 95 
 
 The Old Elm — Mary Probasco Nipgen . 109 
 The Old Bridge — Charles Tayloe Mason . 114 
 The Methodist Church — Ellen Tiffin Cook 
 
 and Angus L. Waddle . . . .134 
 To a Group of Maidens — Mary Probasco 
 
 Nipgen 140 
 
 The Academy — John McCoy . . . 142 
 The Third Presbyterian Church — James 
 
 McL. Welsh 150 
 
 Miss Baskerville 155 
 
 A Memory — Elizabeth Waddle Renick 164 
 
 St. Paul's Episcopal Church — Elizabeth 
 
 Woodbridge 170 
 
 The Chillicothe Female Seminary — Jane 
 
 McCoy Waddle 186 
 
 The Campaign of 1840 and the Great Fire 
 
 of 1852 — Wm. T. McClintock . .194 
 
Contents, vii 
 
 Presentation of Cane to General Har- 
 rison — Andrew Carson .... 208 
 
 The Catholic Church — John Poland 213 
 
 An Old Historic Home — Ellen Tiffin 
 
 Cook 226 
 
 A Society Sketch, 1830-1850 — L. F. R. . 230 
 
 A Reminiscence — Emin Bey's Visit — Mar- 
 garet Dixon Fullerton .... 240 
 
 The Western Building in the Fifties — 
 
 B. F. Sproat 249 
 
 Lucy Webb Hayes — Margaret Cook Gilmore 254 
 
ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The Old Town Beautiful . Frontispiece 
 General Nathaniel Massie ... 13 
 Governor Thomas Worthington — Gov- 
 ernor Edward Tiffin - - - ZZ 
 
 Adena 43 
 
 Governor William Allen — Governor 
 
 Duncan McArthur .... 65 
 
 Fruit Hill 70 
 
 First Presbyterian Church ... 80 
 
 A Glympse of Yesterday .... 95 
 
 The Old Elm 109 
 
 The Old Bridge 114 
 
 End View of Framing — Looking North 120 
 
 Skeleton Trusses of the Two Spans . 130 
 
 Stairway in the Fullerton Homestead 140 
 
 Miss Baskerville 155 
 
 The Madeira House 164 
 
 ix 
 
Illustrations, 
 
 St. Paul's Church — 1821 . 
 Bishop McIlvaine 
 St. Paul's Episcopal Church 
 Paint Street in 1830 
 The Scioto Valley . 
 Lucy Webb Hayes 
 
 PAGE 
 
 176 
 182 
 
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 I 
 
CHE-LE-CO-THE, 
 
PROLOGUE. 
 
 " /''^ F making books there is no end," 
 1/ The wisest man of all so penned. 
 
 Now, books in ages that have passed, 
 Have multiplied as thick and fast 
 As leaves upon the myriad trees ; 
 Or sands beneath the restless seas. 
 We trust there 's room for just one more 
 Small volume of forgotten lore, 
 Of those who lived, and loved, and died, 
 Now swept by Time's resistless tide 
 To the Beyond. Fate spare the day, 
 When mem'ry dim shall melt away. 
 When all the good of other days. 
 Sinks 'neath Oblivion's misty haze. 
 We love the things of olden days. 
 Old friends, old books, old times, old ways : 
 And these we would perpetuate ; 
 Their noblest virtues emulate. 
 In every home are household graves, 
 I 
 
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 Where yearning nature sometimes craves 
 The priv'lege sweet of tears and prayer, 
 Mid sacred relics treasured there ; 
 We claim prerogative to tread 
 These precious chambers of the dead. 
 With solemn mien (the world denied), 
 With bated breath, without a guide, 
 We lift the latch, unclose the doors. 
 And view prized archives, hidden stores. 
 A weird and mystic charm is cast 
 As 'neath the rubbish of the past 
 We rummage chests in sacred trust. 
 Capture some gems from attic dust ; 
 While delving midst these relics grim. 
 The lights, the shades, so strange, so dim. 
 Unearth wild phantoms, fears and doubt. 
 While shadows vague flit in and out. 
 In retrospective, pensive mood. 
 With throbbing pulse, we ponder — brood. 
 With brain afire : — tears dim the eye. 
 While tokens all around us lie 
 Of broken hearts : what mighty power 
 For grief, distress, this withered flower, 
 That rusty sword, that broken spur. 
 Romantic reveries sweetly stir. 
 Here, tender love enshrines with care. 
 The vestments of a Bride most fair ; 
 The wreath, the veil, the stately gown 
 Were never privileged to be worn ; 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 
 
 The angels bore her soul away, 
 Before the happy nuptial day. 
 A dirge was sung for bridal bliss. 
 Lo ! what a metamorphosis — 
 With pungent odors mingled well, 
 Thyme, marigold, and asphodel. 
 Thus shrouded in the mouldy past, 
 In shadows deep, we stand aghast ; 
 Think of the hopes, the joys, the tears, 
 The struggling, earnest, hopeful years ; 
 And long for limner's power to paint 
 The merry maiden, modest saint ; 
 Or yearn for Poet's pen of fire, 
 To tell of courtly knight or squire ; 
 Perchance, these echoes crystallize. 
 And make them living memories. 
 We thus preserve some choicest bits, 
 Of beaux and belles, savants and wits ; 
 Where history fails of this old town. 
 Dear Chillicothe, of renown. 
 
THE OLD TOWN BEAUTIFUL. 
 
 WHO does not remember the dainty 
 bit of landscape which Chaucer 
 reveals to our charmed vision at the be- 
 ginning of the Clerkes Tale, 
 
 Ther is right at the West side of Itaille 
 Doun at the rote of Vesulus the cold, 
 
 A lusty plain habundant of vitaille, 
 
 Ther many a toun and tour thou maist behold, 
 That founded were in time of fathers old. 
 
 And many another delitable sighte. 
 
 And Saluces this noble contree highte. 
 
 He wrote with love in his heart for the 
 beautiful land he describes, but with no 
 warmer admiration for its beauty, or more 
 loyal devotion to that sunny clime, than 
 do the sons and daughters of Chillicothe 
 feel to-day for their home, as they stand 
 
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Glimpses of Yesterday. 5 
 
 upon the brow of the hill and look with 
 pride upon the broad valley below, in the 
 centre of which their historic old town 
 gleams as its noblest gem. 
 
 When we consider that nearly five hun- 
 dred years have passed since Chaucer 
 gazed upon that scene, already hoary with 
 age and heavy with history and romance, 
 Ohio's first capital seems to be but at the 
 threshold of her life now that she has 
 reached the early age of a hundred years. 
 
 The hand of man wrought much of the 
 picturesque into the older civilization, but 
 the ancient '' toun and tour" are swept 
 out of sight by the wonders of only fifty 
 years of the march of modern civilization ; 
 and a far more potent factor than man was 
 building for us of the human race better 
 than she knew. The hand of nature, 
 ignoring such futile distinctions as time 
 and space, wrought on with all the re- 
 sources of eternity at her command, up- 
 heaving, constructing, or, with one touch 
 of her finger, casting over what she had 
 
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 already created the noiseless wave of 
 decay, until the waters parted, and, across 
 the ocean, " Vesulus the cold " reared its 
 head, overlooking ''the lusty plain habun- 
 dant of vitaille," while, at the same time, 
 on this continent, as fair a picture was 
 preparing for those " fathers old " who 
 were to found, in the happy valley of the 
 Scioto, the old Town Beautiful. 
 
 Charming, indeed, are her environ- 
 ments. At sunset, on *' a rare day in 
 June," although catching glimpses of 
 beauty here and there as you climb the 
 rather steep ascent, you are scarcely pre- 
 pared for the glorious landscape rolled 
 out before you, when you have reached the 
 summit of the hill and gaze — spell-bound. 
 
 On the western side the rocky walls of 
 Paint Creek follow the meanderings of 
 the ever-changing little stream, until they 
 lose themselves in the wild, rugged, and 
 precipitous formations of the picturesque 
 cliffs and the still more enchanting wizard- 
 haunted caves of Highland. 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 7 
 
 Upon the eastern horizon rises the 
 chain of mountain-like hills, distinguished 
 by its chief, old Mount Logan, who lifts 
 his revered crest six hundred feet above 
 the slow, silver Scioto, which winds its 
 leisurely way through fields of golden 
 grain, green pasture lands, and cool wood- 
 lands, murmuring thrilling tales of the 
 olden time as it flows on through the 
 broad valley to fall safely at last into 
 the sheltering bosom of the Ohio. 
 
 What would we not give to understand 
 the language of the Naiades, who bubble 
 forth these old-time tales so ceaselessly. 
 We deem ourselves old, in that a hundred 
 years have rolled away since the first log 
 hut w^as raised ; but to these silvery re- 
 corders, a century is but a second in time, 
 our civilization, a babe in arms, and even 
 the '* cycle of Cathay" in its early youth. 
 They could tell the story of a race, whose 
 people and homes crowded upon each 
 other in this our valley ; a prehistoric 
 tribe which seemed to exist before time 
 
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 was ; a nation, whose seat of empire was 
 undoubtedly on the very spot upon which 
 was founded our town, and in the valley 
 around ; for ** nowhere else do memorial 
 mounds exist in such numbers — nowhere 
 else do so many defensive works appear, 
 or such a number and variety of sacred 
 enclosures." And as we listen we might 
 detect a note — a plash as of softly falling 
 tears — narrating their reluctance to make 
 their home, the river, the war-way down 
 which silently floated the braves of certain 
 aboriginal tribes stealthily to strike cer- 
 tain other tribes, their Implacable foes of 
 ages agone. And the plaintive note be- 
 comes a dirge, as the story tells how, later 
 on, these fierce red men brought terror 
 and desolation to the new homes in the 
 wilderness, of their pale-faced brothers, 
 who were so daring as to invade and strive 
 to wrest from them their cherished hunt- 
 ing grounds. 
 
 From the top of the old chief, Mount 
 Logan, a century ago, the view must have 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 9 
 
 been mafrnlficcnt. Even with the forests 
 primeval on all sides, from that coigne of 
 vantage, so far above the giant trees of 
 the slopes and valley, whose long arms 
 lovingly overlapped, perhaps with an in- 
 stinctive last embrace prophetic of coming 
 destruction, the hills to the west stood out 
 against the clear sky crowned with their 
 sister forests, or bare and storm-beaten, 
 while gleams of light revealed the streams 
 tumbling down the sides to swell the wa- 
 ters of Paint Creek and its numerous forks, 
 which form so perfect a network in Na- 
 ture's inimitable drainage system. 
 
 And in winter, how rare a sight when 
 blanketed with snow, and how perfect the 
 stillness ! The axe-blows ringing on the 
 clear, cold air, and the smoke-wreaths 
 from scattered cabins, lazily circling to the 
 sky, only served to accentuate the impres- 
 sion of intense solitude. Mayhap, a dan- 
 gerous solitude, to be broken suddenly by 
 cry of ravening wolf or more dreaded yell 
 of savage. 
 
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 But it was reserved for the autumn to 
 show what wealth of glory and color could 
 do for the favored little settlement below. 
 From Rattlesnake Knob far away to the 
 southeast, sweeping clear around to the 
 north, the yellowing leaves of oak and 
 beech, of chestnut and buckeye poured 
 floods of sunshine, which mingled with the 
 scarlet and varying shades of green, en- 
 veloped the hamlet and the entire land- 
 scape in one vast enflamed sea. And the 
 heritage has come down to us intact. For 
 although the mellowing touch of time and 
 progress has changed the landscape, and 
 fields of golden grain wave over the graves 
 of forest monarchs long departed, still, 
 standing upon the brow of '' Oak Hill," 
 the steep sides of the creek rise before 
 you, forest clad as of old, making the 
 autumnal air softly luminous with the 
 garnered glory of a century. And way 
 across the valley, from the point at lovely 
 Buena Vista, there is ever before us the 
 magic picture with its high-lights of sun- 
 
Glimpses of Yestc^^day. 1 1 
 
 bathed meadows, its restful shadows of 
 grove and woodland, the line of hills far 
 to the west melting away in misty, roseate 
 veil, yet gently suggesting other, and still 
 other blue hills far, and still farther away, 
 where '' horns of elfland are faintly blow- 
 ing." And through it all the lake-like 
 stream laps along, defined here by the 
 lighter green of the willows, there by the 
 archer's bow of sparkling water, reflecting 
 bird and flower and sky, and, radiant in 
 the midst of the witching vale, rests the 
 Pioneer Queen of the Scioto Valley. 
 
 Thus through all these changing sea- 
 sons, the bonnie lass gathered health, and 
 strength, and grace, as needs she must 
 amid such surroundings, and now she has 
 rounded out into the full glory of woman- 
 hood. Lightly her hundred years sit upon 
 her. '' Slow " and '' unprogressive " have 
 been the epithets hurled at her by more 
 pushing sister cities as they scurried by. 
 But serene and undisturbed is she, remem- 
 bering her children of glorious manhood 
 
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 in every walk of life and in almost every 
 clime — the statesmen she has nourished 
 for national fame, the noble sons she has 
 reared and sent forth to fight, and die if 
 need be, for what their fathers had fought 
 before them, their country and their God — 
 and the beloved daughters, who have 
 grown up around her firesides, distin- 
 guished in beauty, culture, refinement, 
 and all the graces of true gentlewoman- 
 liness. So cheerily she works by day, and 
 sweetly she sleeps when day is done. The 
 western hills beam softly on her tranquil 
 slumber, and old Mount Logan stands 
 ever on guard to protect her from treach- 
 erous friend or secret foe during all the 
 shadow of the night. 
 
GENERAL NATHANIEL MASSIE, 
 
GENERAL NATHANIEL MASSIE. 
 
 AMONG the English families that 
 furnished Virginia with colonists, 
 were the Massies of Chestershire. About 
 1690, three brothers of that name came 
 from the Mersey to the James, and settled 
 in New Kent County, where they had 
 grants of land. In 1760, Nathaniel 
 Massie, Sr., married Elizabeth Watkins, 
 and moved to Goochland County, near 
 Richmond, where on December 28, 1763, 
 the subject of this sketch was born and 
 was named Nathaniel in honor of his 
 father. The boy was given a good edu- 
 cation, and began his career, when only 
 seventeen, by entering the Revolutionary 
 Army, in which his father was an officer. 
 At the close of the war he studied sur- 
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 veying, and in i ^^2, went to Kentucky to 
 practise his profession. The whole coun- 
 try west of the Alleghanies was then a 
 wilderness Infested by hostile savages ; 
 and whoever ventured within its bounds 
 was sure to encounter many hardships and 
 dangers, no less than fifteen hundred per- 
 sons being killed by the Indians in Ken- 
 tucky during the seven years between 
 1783 and 1790. This pioneer life was a 
 severe training ; but it developed the 
 strength and self-reliance of those who 
 survived Its perils. 
 
 The calling of a surveyor was especially 
 exposed to risks and privations, as his 
 work was done in the woods away from 
 all protection and supplies. Young Mas- 
 sie speedily acquired a splendid reputation 
 both for his skill in his profession, and for 
 his courage and patience as a backwoods- 
 man. He soon began to accumulate 
 property by dealing In lands and by vari- 
 ous commercial speculations, chiefly in 
 salt and in furs, at that time the most 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 15 
 
 valuable articles in western trade. By 
 1790, Nathaniel Massie had become a 
 man of means and a natural leader among 
 the Kentucky pioneers, in every way 
 qualified for the undertaking, full of hazard 
 and danger, which now presented itself. 
 When Virginia ceded to the United States 
 her claims to the territory northwest the 
 Ohio River, she reserved the lands lying 
 between the Scioto and Little Miami 
 Rivers, for the purpose of paying her 
 Revolutionary veterans. As she had lands 
 in Kentucky set apart for the same pur- 
 pose, which were first to be exhausted, 
 the district reserved in Ohio- was not 
 thrown open to the holders of warrants 
 until 1790. This accounts for the settle- 
 ments therein being of a little later date 
 than those of the Ohio Company at 
 Marietta, and of John Cleves Symmes at 
 Cincinnati. 
 
 Several years before the district was 
 formally opened, surveyors from Ken- 
 tucky had, amid great hardships and 
 
1 6 Che-Le- Co- The. 
 
 dangers, explored the Scioto Valley and 
 begun the location of lands. First among 
 these was Nathaniel Massie, who in 1791, 
 in order to have a base for his operations 
 north of the Ohio, founded the town of 
 Manchester, in what is now Adams 
 County. This was the first settlement in 
 the Virginia Military District, and is the 
 fourth oldest place in Ohio. It is gener- 
 ally admitted to have occupied the most 
 dangerous position of them all, for it was 
 in the centre of a region inhabited by hos- 
 tile Indians, and unprotected by any fort 
 or regular troops. Marietta was built 
 under the shadow of Fort Harmar and 
 Cincinnati had the garrison at Fort Wash- 
 ingrton to watch over her beofinnines. 
 Manchester had no protectors save the 
 few hardy backwoodsmen, who, leaving 
 their Kentucky cabins, and relying solely 
 on themselves, their axes, and rifles, 
 pitched their camp on the bank of the 
 Ohio and began the erection of their 
 stockaded town. 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 1 7 
 
 In McDonald's sketches and in similar 
 works, many exciting narratives of the 
 adventures of these pioneers can be read. 
 During the next five years, Massie made 
 many surveys in the Virginia Military 
 District, fighting Indians, and enduring 
 constant exposure and often hunger, but 
 receiving handsome compensation, chiefly 
 in land. 
 
 In 1795, Massie decided to found a 
 town on the Scioto near the mouth of 
 Paint Creek, and he organized a company 
 at Manchester for that purpose. This 
 company set out in the Spring, but en- 
 countered a war party of the Shawnees at 
 Reeves's Crossing of Paint Creek, and 
 after a sharp battle with the Indians, fell 
 back on Manchester to await a more 
 favorable opportunity. This was the last 
 Indian fight in our State, for Wayne's 
 treaty at Greenville, In June of the same 
 year, brought permanent peace to the 
 settlers in what is now Ohio. 
 
 Early in 1796, Massie again started 
 
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 from Manchester for the Scioto, leading 
 part of his forces overland and sending 
 the rest in pirogues up the Ohio and 
 Scioto Rivers. These parties met on the 
 banks of the Scioto near the mouth of 
 Paint Creek, and, on April i, 1796, landed 
 their goods and began to build their cabins 
 at a place called Station Prairie — some- 
 what southeast of the site of the present 
 Greenlawn Cemetery. The proposed town 
 was at once laid out, and in the following 
 July lots were assigned, Massie giving to 
 each of the first one hundred settlers an 
 in lot and an out lot. After consultation 
 with his friends, Massie gave the settle- 
 ment the name of Chillicothe, which is 
 the Indian word meaning a town. We 
 are told that '' It increased rapidly, and 
 before the winter had several stores, tav- 
 erns, and shops for mechanics." This 
 was made possible by the great inrush of 
 settlers, which followed the termination of 
 the Indian wars. 
 
 Chillicothe having been founded by 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 19 
 
 Virginians naturally attracted most of the 
 emigrants from that State. These were 
 of various kinds, from the ordinary back- 
 woodsmen to college graduates ; but all 
 Intent, in their own way, on improving 
 their fortunes. Many brought letters of 
 introduction to Massle, asking his favor 
 in general, and usually his assistance In 
 buying land, or his advice as to choice of 
 location or business ventures. Massle 
 must have been glad to receive these set- 
 tlers, for his whole policy was to build 
 up his community ; and with this end in 
 view, he sold his lands at exceedingly low 
 prices, and in any quantity from a few 
 acres up, taking as pay either cash or 
 promises. He adopted the same course 
 in all undertakings which might be of 
 benefit to the public, lending to them his 
 name and credit. Thus Chillicothe soon 
 became one of the largest and busiest 
 towns In the whole Northwest Territory, 
 and then began to exert her influence on 
 shaping the destinies of our State. 
 
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 The government provided for the 
 Northwest Territory by the ordinance 
 of 1787, was, that same year, committed 
 by Congress to Arthur St. Clair as Gov- 
 ernor, three judges and a secretary being 
 associated with him. St. Clair was Presi- 
 dent of Congress at the time of the adop- 
 tion of the ordinance, had served as a 
 Major-General during the Revolution, and 
 was a warm personal friend of General 
 Washington. The first eight years of his 
 administration were mostly taken up with 
 the continuous Indian wars, which har- 
 assed the country on both sides of the 
 Ohio. General St. Clair's chief distinc- 
 tion during this period, was his crushing 
 defeat by the Indians under Little Turtle, 
 in November, 1791, when he lost about 
 half of his army and all of its equipment. 
 Wayne's victory over the Indians at 
 Fallen Timbers, in 1 794, brought security 
 to the Territory and a flood of immigra- 
 tion, so that a census, taken in 1798, 
 showed that there were within its bounds 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 21 
 
 5000 free, white male Inhabitants. Ac- 
 cording to the terms of the ordinance of 
 1787, this entitled the territory to elect 
 a legislature of its own. Accordingly 
 the people selected their ablest men 
 as representatives. Among them were 
 Nathaniel Massie, Edward Tiffin, and 
 Thomas Worthington. 
 
 The Assembly met at Cincinnati in the 
 fall of 1799. Everything went harmo- 
 niously and without regard to politics, until 
 the close of the session, when St. Clair 
 disturbed this primitive simplicity by the 
 vigorous use of his veto. Most of the 
 acts which were thus rejected, were those 
 creating new counties and fixing the seats 
 of justice therein, St. Clair claiming this 
 as his prerogative. His action naturally 
 caused a great deal of feeling, especially 
 among those who were largely interested 
 in lands, — Nathaniel Massie being the 
 chief opponent of the claim advanced by 
 the Governor. These bills were probably 
 of small consequence in themselves, but 
 
2 2 Che-L e- Co- The, 
 
 they contained the beginnings of politics 
 in Ohio, for beneath this Httle controversy, 
 lay a great question : Should the people 
 decide for themselves what was best for 
 them, or should a Governor, deriving his 
 authority from without the territory ; 
 should the government be paternal, aris- 
 tocratic, or democratic ? 
 
 Governor St. Clair, who was by training 
 and association a strong Federalist, be- 
 lieved the people to be but ill-qualified to 
 decide such questions for themselves ; and 
 that a wise and good man, provided like 
 himself with some far-away superior 
 power, was much better fitted to be en- 
 trusted with all such matters. Nathaniel 
 Massie and his followers were sure that 
 they knew their own best interests, and 
 did not propose to be governed by any 
 one except themselves ; nor did they have 
 much reason for respecting the distant 
 Federal Government, which heretofore had 
 furnished them scant protection from the 
 Indians, and which still suffered the Eng- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 23 
 
 lish along the Great Lakes, and theSpanish 
 in Louisiana, to menace their poHtical and 
 commercial freedom. The two parties 
 thus created at once began hostiHties. St. 
 Clair's plan was to divide the territory 
 into three parts, bounding the eastern 
 division on the west by Eagle Creek, thus 
 making it a sure Federalist territory, and 
 keeping all the divisions " in the colonial 
 state for a good many years to come." 
 The opponents of the Governor — now 
 generally called the Chillicothe or Vir- 
 ginia party — led by Nathaniel Massie, 
 Edward Tiffin, Thomas Worthington, and 
 Michael Baldwin, set to work to secure 
 such a division as would insure the speedy 
 admission of the eastern portion into the 
 Union and make Chillicothe its capital. 
 The Territory was represented in Con- 
 gress by William Henry Harrison, who 
 naturally sided with his fellow Virginians, 
 and who, in 1800, secured the passage of 
 an act dividing it into two parts by the 
 Greenville Treaty line from the Ohio to 
 
2 4 Che-L e- Co- The, 
 
 Fort Recovery, thence due north to Can- 
 ada. The eastern division continued to 
 be called the Northwest Territory, and 
 Chillicothe was made its capital ; the 
 western division was named Indiana Ter- 
 ritory, and Vincennes was made its capi- 
 tal. St. Clair remained as Governor of 
 the former ; Harrison became Governor 
 of the latter. This was a great victory 
 for Chillicothe ; five years after its incep- 
 tion, it had become the capital of the 
 Territory Northwest of the River Ohio. 
 
 The next session of the legislature wit- 
 nessed a renewal of the conflict, St. Clair 
 asserting his supposed rights more arbi- 
 trarily than ever, his opponents insisting 
 just as vigorously on theirs. Finally the 
 Governor summarily dismissed the legis- 
 lature, alleging that his term was about to 
 expire, and that no provision existed for 
 any one to take his place. This move 
 was a mere political trick, and a positive 
 injury to pressing public interests. Both 
 sides began an active campaign for the 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 25 
 
 next legislature ; the Chillicotheans by 
 agitating for statehood, the Governor's 
 friends by scheming for another division 
 of the Territory. This time the Scioto 
 was to be the western boundary. 
 
 Notwithstanding the re-election of Mas- 
 sie, Tiffin, and others of their kind, the 
 election resulted rather favorably to St. 
 Clair, whom John Adams had reappointed 
 Governor. Soon afterwards Thomas Jef- 
 ferson became President, and the Federal- 
 ists lost control of Congress. Now it 
 would seem that the merest political tyro 
 would have known enough under these 
 circumstances, to let the Chillicothe minor- 
 ity rest in peace ; but St. Clair and his 
 followers seemed bent on self-destruction, 
 for when the Assembly met in November, 1 
 1801, they renewed the battle by passing' 
 bills declaring the assent of the Territory 
 to a change in the boundaries of the States 
 to be framed under the ordinance of i 'j'^'j, 
 and removing the capital from Chillicothe 
 to Cincinnati. The Governor approved 
 
2 6 Che-L e- Co- The. 
 
 both these acts, which were aimed as death- 
 blows at Chillicothe and her founders. 
 The Virginia party at once sent Worth- 
 ington and Baldwin to Philadelphia, where 
 Congress then sat, to oppose the proposed 
 change of boundaries, a measure which 
 Paul Fearing of Marietta, the representa- 
 tive of the Territory in Congress, was 
 pressing. 
 
 The Chillicotheans were successful in 
 their mission. Eighty-one Congressmen 
 voted against the change ; only five for it. 
 The Virginia party, however, were not 
 satisfied with this negative victory, but 
 determined to secure St. Clair's removal 
 and their immediate admission to the 
 Union. Massie preferred charges against 
 the Governor, and Congress was urged to 
 pass an act to enable the citizens of the 
 Northwest Territory to form a State 
 government and to enter the Union. 
 
 On April 30, 1802, Congress authorized 
 a convention of delegates to be elected in 
 September for the purpose of determin- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 27 
 
 ing, first, whether it was expedient to 
 estabhsh a State government ; If so de- 
 cided by a majority of the delegates, they 
 were empowered to proceed to adopt a con- 
 stitution and to form a State government. 
 The contest over the election of delegates 
 was vigorous and bitter ; Massie and his 
 friends were elected to represent Ross 
 County. When the convention met at 
 Chillicothe, In November, 1802, and voted 
 on the expediency of statehood, thirty-four 
 voted yes, only one voted no. This was 
 an overwhelming victory for the Virgini- 
 ans, and the end of St. Clair, who, In a 
 speech delivered before the convention, 
 spoke so intemperately of the project that 
 President Jefferson was at last obliged to 
 remove him from office. 
 
 The constitution which was adopted 
 was framed wholly in accordance with the 
 ideas of the Chillicothe leaders ; the 
 Governor was made a mere figure-head, 
 being given no control whatever over the 
 legislature, by the right of vetoing its acts 
 
28 Che-Le-Co- The. 
 
 or otherwise ; the power of the legislature 
 was bounded only by the constitution 
 itself. This instrument has been severely 
 criticised by many historians and legal 
 writers. While it may have minor faults, 
 it has one crowning glory. 
 
 The history of the Anglo Saxon race in 
 its broadest sense is a record of the strug- 
 gles of the people to assert themselves 
 against their rulers. The great trophies 
 in this contest are the Magna Charta ; 
 the Bill of Rights of 1689, won by our 
 ancestors in the old home across the sea ; 
 and the Declaration of Independence, 
 made good by our Revolutionary fore- 
 fathers in America. Each of these 
 trophies marks a long step forward toward 
 a government of the people, by the people, 
 for the people, but none go quite so far as 
 to give the people absolute power, freed 
 from all control of King, President, or 
 Governor. 
 
 The first to reach that goal, were the foun- 
 ders of Ohio, led by the Chillicothe states- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 29 
 
 men, who had been trained, In their back- 
 woods struggles with savage men and 
 rugged nature, to rely on themselves 
 alone, and to allow no man to dictate 
 what was best for them and theirs. But 
 these men were not primitive anarchists ; 
 they made rules to govern themselves, and 
 selected men from among themselves to 
 administer their laws. In the organiza- 
 tion of the new State government, the 
 Chlllicotheans were especially promi- 
 nent ; Edward Tiffin was elected Governor, 
 Thomas Worthlngton, one of the United 
 States Senators, Charles Willing Byrd 
 became the United States District Judge. 
 Nathaniel Massle, President of the State 
 Senate, and Michael Baldwin, Speaker of 
 the House of Representatives. 
 
 The State itself was thoroughly Repub- 
 lican, as distinguished from Federalist ; 
 and next year gave her electoral votes to 
 Thomas Jefferson, who, of all American 
 Statesmen, most thoroughly appreciated 
 the needs and possibilities of the West. 
 
30 Che-Le-Co'The, 
 
 This ascendency, gained at the beginning, 
 continued for many years under the origi- 
 nal leaders and their younger followers, 
 among whom we may mention Duncan 
 McArthur, William Creighton, and Wil- 
 liam Allen. There is not space to enu- 
 merate all that these men did toward 
 shaping the destiny of Ohio ; it is enough 
 to say that they helped to make her a 
 great State, and secured for her a liberal, 
 popular government. Time has justified 
 their course, and future generations will 
 bless their courage and wisdom. 
 
 Nathaniel Massie having thus secured 
 the recognition of his political principles, 
 turned his attention to his own affairs. 
 He had but recently married Susan 
 Meade, a daughter of Colonel David 
 Meade of Kentucky, whose magnificent 
 estate " Chaumiere," near Lexington, was 
 famous throughout the Southwest for its 
 social splendor and hospitality. For her 
 he built his house at the Falls of Paint 
 Creek, near Bainbridge, and there they 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 3 1 
 
 lived during the remainder of his life. 
 Most of his time was occupied with his 
 varied business interests, but he occasion- 
 ally left these for public duties, serving in 
 the legislature several terms, and in both 
 1804 and 1808, he was one of the Presi- 
 dential Electors selected in Ohio, voting 
 for Jefferson and Madison respectively. 
 In 1807, he was a candidate for Governor, 
 but was defeated by Return Jonathan 
 Meigs, whose election Massie contested 
 on the ground " that Meigs had not been 
 a resident of this State for four years next 
 preceding the election, as required by the 
 Constitution " ; the General Assembly in 
 joint convention, decided that Meigs was 
 not eligible. *' Massie," says McDonald, 
 *' did not claim the office, being of too 
 magnamimous a nature to accept any 
 offering that was not of the free will " ; 
 so Thomas Kirker, President of the 
 Senate, became Governor. 
 
 For many years Nathaniel Massie was 
 a Major-General of the Ohio Militia ; and 
 
3 2 Che-L e- Co- The, 
 
 the last act of his public life was to raise 
 a force of five hundred men for the relief 
 of General Harrison and his army at Fort 
 Meigs, in the spring of 1813. 
 
 General Massie died November 3, 18 13, 
 leaving besides his widow, three sons and 
 two daughters. In June, 1870, the remains 
 of General Massie and his wife were re- 
 moved from the old family burying ground, 
 to the cemetery at Chillicothe, where they 
 now rest under a granite monument erected 
 by his descendants, and which overlooks 
 for miles the beautiful valley into which he 
 first brought civilization. 
 
EDWARD TIFFIN. 
 
 IN 1797, a little band of pioneers, 
 devoted to antislavery ideas, and 
 anxious to escape the demoralizing effects, 
 and the sin of that institution, left their 
 homes In Berkeley County, Virginia, and, 
 having loaded their household goods into 
 wagons, and travelling themselves in their 
 family carriages, set forth on a toilsome 
 journey of more than two weeks over the 
 Alleghanies, enthused with the prospect 
 of a new life on free soil in the great 
 Northwest Territory. Among them was 
 Dr. Edward Tiffin (who was born in Car- 
 lisle, England, June 19, 1766), his wife, 
 Mary Worthington, his father and mother, 
 and brother Joseph, his brother-in-law, 
 Thomas Worthington, and others. 
 33 
 
34 Che-Le-Co-The, 
 
 Edward Tiffin came to this country 
 with his fathers family, when eighteen 
 years of age. He proceeded at once to 
 Philadelphia, where he completed his 
 medical studies, which had been begun in 
 England. He then rejoined his father, 
 who had settled in Charlestown, Va., and 
 began the practice of his profession when 
 but twenty years of age. Three years 
 later, being established in a lucrative 
 practice, he married ; he was always 
 spoken of as "■ a favorite in the gay and 
 fashionable circles of old Berkeley." 
 
 The guiding motive in the minds of 
 Dr. Tiffin and his '* conscientious and 
 heavenly-minded " wife, when they aban- 
 doned associations so congenial to their 
 tastes, and turned to the wilderness of the 
 West, could only have been one of high 
 principle. Dr. Tiffin was the bearer of a 
 letter of introduction from General Wash- 
 ington to Governor St. Clair, recommend- 
 ing him to an appointment in the North- 
 west Territory. In this letter the General 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 35 
 
 testifies to '' the fairness of his character 
 in private and public Hfe, from a knowl- 
 edge of the gentleman's merits, founded 
 upon a long acquaintance." 
 
 Can we not imagine that these culti- 
 vated people, with enthusiasm enough to 
 bring them as pioneers into an altogether 
 uncivilized country, would be affected by 
 their first sight of the Scioto Valley, then 
 in its primeval beauty, much as was Gen- 
 eral VVinfield Scott fifty years later, when 
 in a speech in Chillicothe, he likened it to 
 the '' happy valley of Rasselas " ? Besides 
 household effects, there were packed into 
 these wagons which labored into the strag- 
 gling town of Chillicothe, young trees, 
 shrubs, precious roots, bulbs, and vines, 
 for the prospective homes in the new 
 land, which in time were to " blossom as 
 the rose." 
 
 Among the early homes of Chillicothe, 
 was that of Edward Tif^n. As one walks 
 along the north side of Water Street to- 
 day, between Walnut and High Streets, 
 
3 6 Che-L e-Co- Th e. 
 
 nothing remains to connect the locaHty 
 with that past time, when this whole 
 square was redolent with the sweet odors 
 from Mrs. Tiffin's garden. In the middle 
 of this garden stood the stone dwelling 
 erected by Dr. Tiffin, the first house in 
 Chillicothe that was roofed with shingles. 
 
 Twelve years passed rapidly, years in 
 which Dr. Tiffin was closely identified 
 with the growth and prosperity of Chilli- 
 cothe. He had gained a high reputation 
 as a surgeon and physician, and had begun 
 a political career in the territorial legis- 
 lature, being chosen Speaker of that body, 
 which had witnessed his presidency of 
 the constitutional convention, and his 
 unanimous election to the first two terms 
 of the orubernatorial office of the State of 
 Ohio. Later he was elected to the United 
 States Senate, his credentials to that body 
 being presented by John Adams. 
 
 When thus at the summit of worldly 
 prosperity, the death of his wife, with 
 whom he had lived so happily for nearly 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. ^j 
 
 twenty years, overwhelmed him with grief, 
 and caused him to turn from public af- 
 fairs ; resigning his seat in the Senate, he 
 sought the retirement of his farm in Ohio, 
 where, for a time, he devoted himself to 
 agriculture. It was not possible, how- 
 ever, for him to resist the call of the young 
 State which he had adopted as his own, 
 or to waste his days in unavailing grief. 
 He answered its call to duty, going for 
 the third time to the legislature (again 
 becoming its Speaker), on its organization 
 in January, 1810. It is an evidence of the 
 appreciation of his fellow-citizens, that he 
 should have been selected to preside over 
 every official organization to which he 
 was elected within the State. 
 
 In course of time, he brought to the 
 home on Water Street, in Chillicothe, a 
 fair, devoted bride, twenty years his 
 junior. Her name was Mary Porter. She 
 was the daughter of a family from Dela- 
 ware, who had settled near Chillicothe, 
 was of a retiring disposition, delicate in 
 
3 8 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 constitution, of gentle refinement, and 
 rare personal beauty. 
 
 Soon after this marriage Governor 
 Tiffin was appointed by President Madi- 
 son Commissioner of the General Land 
 Office. This appointment, wholly unso- 
 licited, took him again to Washington. 
 But after several years, Mr. Madison 
 gratified Governor Tiffin's unconquerable 
 longing for his Ohio home by ordering 
 an exchange of office, by which he became 
 Surveyor-General of the West, with the 
 privilege of locating the office in Chilli- 
 cothe. From this time the home on 
 Water Street was the centre of much 
 family happiness and hospitality. The 
 home life of this family was governed by 
 the simplest and most earnest religious 
 spirit. Dr. Tiffin, a man of quick, bril- 
 liant parts, enthusiastically devoted to 
 science, to affairs of business and of the 
 State, was true to these characteristics in 
 his religious faith and life. 
 
 After the Revolution a great wave of 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 39 
 
 religious revival swept over Virginia 
 under the Methodists. Dr. and Mrs. 
 Tiffin were converts of this revival, and 
 united with the Methodist church. Dr. 
 Tiffin was ordained a lay preacher by 
 Bishop Asbury almost immediately after 
 his conversion, and upon his removal to 
 Ohio he regularly performed ministerial 
 duties among the new settlements. His 
 catholic sentiments gave him the respect 
 of all parties ; as he had been reared in 
 the Church of England, when the Epis- 
 copal Church In Chillicothe was without 
 a rector, he was often called upon to read 
 the service and a sermon from some 
 established collection. 
 
 Mrs. Tiffin was devotedly fond of flow- 
 ers and their cultivation, and her fine 
 garden was a feature of the town. In a 
 pleasant letter, written by an aged lady 
 whose reminiscences come from far-away 
 California, are the following words : ** The 
 dear, beautiful old home, just one of the 
 most lovely places I ever saw, with the 
 
40 Ch e-L e- Co- The, 
 
 grounds sloping so prettily, with the 
 hedge of altheas and lilacs along the ter- 
 race, which separated the flower garden 
 from the vegetables. Two large cherry 
 trees were near the house, and under 
 some shade trees, farther down, nearer 
 the street, were the two large beds of lily 
 of the valley, so sweet that we could 
 smell the perfume when the windows were 
 open. And then dear Aunt Tiffin let me 
 go with her when she went to the low, far 
 part of the garden to gather the damson 
 plums." 
 
 A hedge of damask and velvet roses 
 extended the length of the street fence. 
 Along the level top of this fence the Sur- 
 veyor-General's daughter remembers see- 
 ing the government chains measured and 
 rectified. The latticed porch was covered 
 with honeysuckle and wild prairie rose, 
 and near by was a great flourishing mass 
 of sweetbrier, which now refuses to grow 
 in cultivated soil, and blooms only in the 
 wild regions of its native haunts. Back 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 41 
 
 of the garden, extending far up High 
 Street, was the peach orchard. When 
 Mrs. Tiffin returned from Washington, 
 she was careful to bring with her some 
 choice things for her garden. She thus 
 introduced into Chillicothe her favorite 
 flower, the Hly of the valley, and also the 
 moss rose. Exchanges were not only 
 carried on between the owners of these 
 early gardens, but their treasures were 
 freely given to those who asked for them. 
 There was an ever-recurring demand, in 
 that time of greater simplicity of medical 
 treatment, for the root of the ''piny" to 
 cure fits ; the leaves of the white lily for 
 dressing blisters, and herbs for teas, with 
 which to relieve almost every human ill. 
 These Mrs. Tiffin gave freely, as did the 
 Doctor his medical services to those who 
 were unable to pay for them. 
 
 The walls of the house were once in- 
 jured by being struck by lightning, and an 
 amusing story is told in connection with 
 that event. A Methodist preacher was 
 
42 Chc'Le- Co- Tht 
 
 occupying the guest room (not a rare 
 occurrence), and when the lightning ran 
 down that corner of the house it exploded 
 a loaded gun standing in the corner of the 
 room. One can imagine the terrific storm, 
 the report of the bursting gun, and the 
 blaze of lightning, as being sufficient to 
 send the affrighted stranger down-stairs, 
 pale and trembling, in the full belief that 
 he had heard the crack of doom. 
 
 Governor Tiffin died in 1829, and Mrs. 
 Tiffin in 1837. In 1840, two daughters 
 of the house remained under its roof, and 
 when one was asked in marriage, the 
 other, looking into the manly, handsome 
 face of her sister's suitor, gave her con- 
 sent in these trusting words : '' Yes, if you 
 take me too." Together they went into 
 a new home, and the old one passed into 
 the hands of strangers. In a few years 
 more both house and garden yielded to 
 encroaching population and modern de- 
 mands. 
 
44 Che-L e- Co- The, 
 
 were very considerable. Too infirm to 
 locate the lands himself, and his only son 
 having been killed at St. Clair's defeat, he 
 desired his ward, young Mr. Worthington, 
 to attend to this business for him. After 
 a perilous journey through flood and 
 wilderness, this intrepid band, in 1796, 
 reached the rude hamlet consisting of a 
 few huts without windows and deficient 
 in doors, which had been named by the 
 peaceable Indians, and a few whites, 
 "Chillicothe." 
 
 After locating the warrants of General 
 Darke on the plateau west of the town he 
 returned to Virginia. In 1797, he mar- 
 ried the wealthy and beautiful Eleanor 
 Van Swearengen. The same year he re- 
 visited the hamlet of Chillicothe, and 
 found it vastly enlarged and properly laid 
 out, by order of the distinguished officer. 
 General Nathaniel Massie, and in his 
 honor, called '* Massieville." 
 
 Early in 1798, Mr. Worthington came 
 to Chillicothe with wife and infant daugh- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 45 
 
 ter, his sister Mary, and her husband 
 Edward Tiffin, a young EngHshman of 
 high birth, refinement, and ability, — 
 afterwards the first Governor of Ohio, — 
 two young brothers of his wife, and others, 
 with a Httle army of negroes who had been 
 freed by my grandfather, but who were 
 brougfht as servants to his new home. 
 The luggage accompanying this caval- 
 cade consisted partly of the pier glasses, 
 carpets, china, silver, and furniture that 
 afterwards adorned '' Adena." 
 
 The first home of the Worthington's in 
 Chillicothe was between Paint and Wal- 
 nut Streets, but they soon went to the 
 Adena property, and lived for several 
 years in a rude but comfortable log cabin, 
 until their permanent home was built. 
 
 II. 
 
 ADENA. 
 
 In 1805, the gray mansion on the hill 
 was completed, and, at that time, it was 
 
46 CJie-L e- Co- The, 
 
 considered a wonderfully grand place. 
 Even now, few houses are so well con- 
 structed, or so commodious. The square 
 building with wings on either side, in 
 Italian villa style, beautifully crowns the 
 eminence on which it is situated. About 
 the same time, the fine old mansion of 
 Governor McArthur was constructed, on 
 the same level, some quarter of a mile 
 distant. In olden time, the approach to 
 Adena was far more picturesque than 
 the present one. Driving along the 
 brow of the hill, ascending gradually one 
 plateau, after the other, — glimpses were 
 caught through the wooded hill-sides of 
 lovely panoramic views of river, plain, 
 mountain, and valley beneath, — so beauti- 
 ful, that Tom jNIarshall, Kentucky's bril- 
 liantly gifted son, rapturously exclaimed : 
 ** Had Tom Moore seen this valley, he 
 would have sung of the vale of Scioto, not 
 Avoca^ 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 47 
 
 III. 
 
 ADENA, 1 805-1 82 7. 
 
 " To this home they came, the Mecca of 
 the West." Chlllicothe was then the 
 "Athens of the West," and Adena the 
 " Mecca " of all distinguished people 
 travelling through the western country, 
 many of whom brought letters to my dis- 
 tinguished grandfather. Bernhard, Duke 
 of Saxe- Weimar Eisenbach, was enter- 
 tained during his short stay, at Adena, 
 and was charmed with host and hostess, 
 and the lovely daughters ; the beautiful 
 home, as well as Chillicothe with its hills, 
 the bright streams of Scioto and Paint, 
 the long, quaint, picturesque covered 
 bridge spanning the Scioto, and the mea- 
 dows beneath, made a scene of beauty 
 that deeply impressed this genial noble- 
 man. After returning to his home across 
 the ocean, and meeting my young uncle, 
 James Worthington (then travelling 
 abroad), he welcomed him as a brother. 
 
48 CJie-L e- Co- The, 
 
 exclaiming : *' I have seen the beautiful 
 Chillicothe, and the dear, dear home, and 
 the Father and Mother." The grand 
 scale of the preparations to entertain 
 these princely guests, the viands, the 
 wines, the beautiful flowers, the servants 
 in livery and white kid gloves, who were 
 in attendance, — all this described to me 
 as a child by my grandmother, made, to 
 my young mind, an Arabian Night's 
 tale of magnificence and grandeur. 
 
 Some of the visitors who came yearly 
 to Adena for a period, and who were 
 cherished friends and guests, were Mr. 
 and Mrs. Henry Clay, Mrs. Pope, sister 
 of John Quincy Adams ; Judge and Mrs. 
 Todd (the sister of " pretty Dolly Madi- 
 son ") ; and Mrs. Breckinridge and her 
 daughter, Mrs. Grayson, afterwards wife 
 of Peter Porter of Black Rock, near 
 Niagara. At the charming home of the 
 latter, my lovely mother, as Eleanor 
 Worthington, a school girl, spent her 
 vacations from Madam Willard's distin- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 49 
 
 guished seminary, and I, also, twenty 
 years afterwards, there visited my father's 
 friend. Col. Lewis F. Allen, whose wife 
 was the aunt and guardian of President 
 Grover Cleveland. 
 
 J. C. Breckinridge, when bringing home 
 to Kentucky his fair bride, the daughter 
 of President Smith of Princeton, N. J., 
 spent some days at Adena. They were 
 the parents of John C. Breckinridge, who 
 was Vice-President of the United States 
 previous to the War, but at its outbreak 
 he joined the Southern Confederacy, and 
 became an exile from his native country 
 when that fatal war was ended. 
 
 In the course of time there came to 
 Adena Lewis F. Cass, Governor DeWitt 
 Clinton, Rufus King of New York, Gen- 
 eral Macomb, and United States President 
 Monroe, whose '* Doctrine" is at present 
 stirring up the nations of the world. The 
 quaint mahogany bedstead in which this 
 distinguished guest slept, with its slender 
 posts, and purple velvet canopy, is now a 
 
50 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 cherished heirloom In my beautiful home 
 at Mac-a-cheek. President Monroe called 
 my grandfather the '' Master spirit of the 
 age." 
 
 It is a matter worthy of note that the 
 Indian Chief, Tecumseh, was for some 
 time the guest of Governor Worthlngton ; 
 and one of the great curiosities to be 
 found at this day In the drawing-room 
 of Adena, Is Tecumseh's tomahawk, pre- 
 sented to Governor Worthlngton on the 
 occasion of this visit. 
 
 IV. 
 
 HIS DEATH, 1 826-1 827. 
 
 Thomas Worthlngton died In New 
 York City, with none of his immediate 
 family near, save Thomas, his second son, 
 then a cadet at West Point. He was 
 young to have accomplished so much, and 
 to have undergone many trying ordeals, 
 as patriot, pioneer, and statesman. 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 5 1 
 
 Thomas Jefferson, In a letter to the 
 Governor, calls him " The truest, bravest 
 patriot, since the days of old Rome." 
 
 Martin Van Buren spoke of him as 
 "Thomas Worthlngton, the Illustrious 
 founder of the Commonwealth of Ohio." 
 
 In an oration, Salmon P. Chase said : 
 "He was the father of internal Improve- 
 ments, of the Great National Road, and 
 of the Erie Canal." 
 
 In 1826, Rufus King, the eminent states- 
 man, had just returned from his second 
 embassy to the Court of St. James, and 
 lay dying in his home In New York City. 
 Governor Worthlngton was also very 111 
 at his hotel In the same city, but their 
 conditions were unknown to each other. 
 Mr. King, calling to his bedside his 
 favorite daughter-in-law, Sarah Worthlng- 
 ton, wife of his son Edward, said : " I 
 wish to send a message to your honored 
 father, before he leaves us. Say to him, 
 I love and esteem him as ever. I can 
 never forget the noble sacrifices of his 
 
CIiC'Le-Co' TIu\ 
 
 patriotism. No other man could do what 
 he has done for Ohio." 
 
 A little research in the archives will 
 show his good works, and the great seal 
 of the State of Ohio, in constant use, 
 evinces the master-mind who desio^ned it 
 
 I well remember Adena, the home of 
 my widowed orandmother, as it was fifty 
 years ago. It \\'as then, externally, in its 
 prime. The tine orchards lying in the 
 rear, and on two sides of the mansion — 
 the terraced gardens reaching to the grove, 
 the pleasure grounds, — all so well kept 
 Never were there such peaches, apricots, 
 nectarines, cherries, plums, and apples ! 
 And the lovely Bowers that grew so luxu- 
 rianth' in those terraced orardens ! I re- 
 member as a lonely, romantic child, how 
 often I would go up and down the many 
 flights of stone steps leading to those 
 terraces of bloom and beautv. The trim 
 
Glimpses of Ycsicrday. 53 
 
 green hedges, tall willow trees, and Lom- 
 bardy poplars have perished ; the orchards 
 have gone to decay ! The house itself is 
 little changed externally, and the interior 
 has been well preserved by Mrs. Martha 
 Worthington, widow of General Worth- 
 ington, and sister of General A. S. Piatt 
 and the late Don Piatt. Though not to 
 the " manor born," she idolizes and fondly 
 cares for the old mansion on the hill. 
 
 Eleanor Van Swearengen, Wife and 
 Widow of Thomas Worthington. 
 
 1827-1848. 
 
 " An old age serene and bright, 
 And lovely as a Lapland night." 
 
 — Wordsworth. 
 
 Chillicothe has reason to bless the name 
 of Eleanor Worthinofton, — one of the 
 founders of the Presbyterian Church, and 
 one of its liberal supporters for many 
 years. At her death, she bequeathed the 
 
5 4 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 church the property on Fourth Street for 
 a parsonage. Her excellent administra- 
 tion of the vast estates of her husband 
 that seemed hopelessly involved, gave each 
 of her ten children a handsome compe- 
 tence. 
 
 " A voice speaks to my heart to-night of long for- 
 gotten years." 
 
 The greatest enjoyment of my child- 
 hood was staying "all night at Grand- 
 mother's," and sleeping in a little cot 
 beside her bed — an honor accorded none 
 but ** little Eleanor, my namesake." How 
 often, lying awake, I watched with loving, 
 but curious eyes, the dear old grand- 
 mother as she sat before the bright open 
 wood fire, with the polished brass and- 
 irons reflecting many a glint of firelight. 
 She would sit on a low chair, a la Betsy 
 Trotwood, with her skirts turned over her 
 knees, smoking, as a fancied relief from 
 asthma, a horrid mixture that made me 
 weep, and made the dear grandmother 
 
Glhnpses of Yesterday, 55 
 
 cough and choke. How many hours it 
 seemed to me, while lying in my little 
 bed, that she sat there silent, almost mo- 
 tionless, — her thoughts far away on the 
 loved ones out in the world — still in the 
 battle of life ! Or, more often, thinking of 
 those whose voices would never again 
 thrill her heart with their loved tones. 
 How beautiful she was at seventy ! 
 Though the bloom of youth had faded 
 from her pale cheeks, and the features 
 had lost their sculptural lines, yet the 
 bands of white hair shaded the loveliest 
 gray eyes, so bright ! The mouth was 
 sweet, but firm. Upon her pale face 
 rested an expression of sorrow, denoting 
 trials met and surmounted. 
 
 Still more vivid in my recollection are 
 the accounts she gave me of the past 
 glories of Adena, as the elegant style of 
 my grandfather's regime was of course 
 abandoned at his decease. I was a good 
 listener, and was what is called now, sym." 
 pathetic. 
 
5 6 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 One night when December's snow was 
 lying soft and thick around the dear old 
 home, and the winds were whispering at 
 every keyhole and rattling every window 
 and sash, I lay restless and wakeful. At 
 last dear grandmother said : *' Get up 
 child, and come to me. You are wakeful, 
 and I will tell you another story of the 
 past. Once, long ago, when your mamma 
 was a little child, like you, and your dear 
 grandfather was far away attending to his 
 country's affairs, a gentleman who was 
 high in authority came to Adena uninvited 
 and unexpected. His name is nothing to 
 you now. Hereafter you will hear him 
 spoken of as one hated by many, con- 
 demned by a few, and warmly loved by 
 those most Intimate with him — Aaron 
 Burr of New York, — a great man, but 
 even then, they said his mind was full of 
 schemes to destroy our fair Republic. If 
 so, he failed. Misfortune attended him. 
 Death took his only child, all that he 
 loved. In darkness, poverty, and shame, 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 57 
 
 his career closed. But good or bad, what- 
 ever were his motives in coming to Adena, 
 I cannot tell. My husband was absent, 
 and knew naught of his schemes nor of 
 the visit till long afterwards ; but this I 
 can say, he was the gentlest, most polished 
 man I every saw, and so fond of flowers. 
 To his kindness I am indebted for the 
 moss-roses, the yellow jessamine, and 
 sweet honeysuckle you are so fond of 
 gathering." 
 
 VI. 
 CLOSING SCENES. 
 
 One very unhealthy summer, when I 
 was but eight years old, I was ailing. 
 My grandmother also needed rest and 
 change. In her own carriage, driven by 
 William Glassingale (a negro well re- 
 membered in Chillicothe thirty years ago), 
 we went to the far-famed White Sulphur 
 Springs, Greenbrier Co., Virginia. 
 
 One evening after our arrival, as we 
 
5 8 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 were sitting on the porch of our little 
 cottage, the great Henry Clay and his 
 wife called upon my grandmother. Taking 
 me on his knee, he made me very vain by 
 saying : " This fair child will soon recover 
 in this health-giving region. Such a 
 pretty little girl ought to be a well little 
 girl." Smoothing my tangled curls and 
 kissing my brow, he held me for a moment, 
 till I thoughtfully slipped down and away. 
 My grandmother s homily on this occa- 
 sion, was so true of her ideas and peculiar 
 thoughts, that I repeat them here. '' Yes, 
 Eleanor is a fair child, and will doubtless 
 be a fairer woman. Beauty is a gift from 
 God, and one should be careful how 
 they use it. With it, half the battle of 
 life for a woman is gained ; but the gift 
 misused, brings the greatest misery." 
 
 The grand statesman agreed with her, 
 but flippantly remarked, '' that an ugly 
 woman was a monstrosity as great as a 
 double-headed ape." The exclamations of 
 his wife and of my grandmother were both 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 59 
 
 loud and vociferous. Childlike I gazed 
 upon him and wondered what he could 
 possibly think of himself, ugly man as I 
 thought him then. 
 
 " I dread no more the wrath of Heaven ; 
 I have an angel there." 
 
 "Vain our bitter weeping, her gentle life is o'er." 
 
 My first grief and irreparable loss was 
 the death of this precious grandmother. 
 She died at a grand old age, seventy-one, 
 after many years of good works, loved 
 and honored by all. Long years, and 
 many, was she mourned by the charming 
 coterie of brilliant ladies, who had been 
 associated with her in every good act, — 
 in church, charity, and society. These 
 noble women, so well remembered, have 
 all gone to their high reward. Mesdames 
 Carlisle, McCoy, Waddle, Walke, Mc- 
 Arthur, Carson, Fullerton, and others, all 
 shining lights in the history of Chil- 
 
6o Che'Le-Co- The, 
 
 licothe, they have left their stamp upon 
 it. Their memory can never die ! They 
 have left descendants, who were, and are, 
 in every succeeding generation, the best 
 of citizens, foremost in all that has made 
 Chillicothe what it is, and so have kept it, 
 the most prosperous, the highest toned in 
 morals and manners, and the w^ealthiest, 
 most beautiful inland town in the West. 
 
 I cannot close this imperfect tribute to 
 my grandparents without a word of my 
 own life, as a young lady in Chillicothe, 
 when its society was of the most brilliant. 
 The ladies, married and single, seemed to 
 me the highest and best, like beings of a 
 better world, and the gentlemen gifted, 
 courteous, and gallant ; and life was so 
 happy for me, that now, a saddened 
 woman, with nearly all the loved links 
 broken that held me to the joyous past, I 
 turn with streaming eyes to dear Chilli- 
 cothe, and bless the noble hearts that 
 made my life one dream of delight. When 
 I am dying, may its scenes of earthly 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 6 1 
 
 beauty be the last my fading eyes may 
 see. 
 
 " The night is gone ; 
 And with the morn those angels faces smile 
 Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile ; 
 Lead Thou me on." 
 
 Governor Worthington left a family of 
 sons and daughters, all of whom made an 
 impress upon the period in which they 
 lived. Mary the oldest daughter, married 
 General McComb. 
 
 Sarah Ann, who was widely known and 
 beloved for her many acts of charity and 
 benevolence, married Edward King, son 
 of the Hon. Rufus King of New York. 
 She left two sons — Hon. Rufus King of 
 Cincinnati, and Thomas King of Colum- 
 bus. She was afterwards married to 
 William Peter, Esq., of Harlyn, England, 
 her Britannic Majesty's Consul at Phila- 
 delphia. She became a convert to the 
 Roman Catholic faith, and was one of the 
 
6 2 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 most devout adherents to her new reli- 
 gious tenets. She was a frequent visitor 
 to Europe, was an intimate friend of Pope 
 Pius IX., attended the great Ecumenical 
 Council at Rome, and it is said the Pope 
 frequently alluded to her as " His Little 
 Cardinal from America." She died in 
 Cincinnati In 1877. 
 
 Eleanor, like her sister, Mrs. Peter, was 
 known for her many charities, and will 
 long be remembered by the older residents. 
 She married Dr. Arthur Watts, a wealthy 
 landowner of Chillicothe. Their only 
 living child is Eleanor, wife of General 
 Saunders H. Piatt of the Mac-a-cheek 
 Valley. She will be remembered in her 
 younger days, as a belle of Southern Ohio, 
 widely known for her beauty and grace of 
 manner. Margaret, who for so many 
 years, was the only daughter left to aid 
 her mother In dispensing the hospitalities 
 of Adena, married Professor Mansfield ; 
 she Is still held in the most affectionate 
 remembrance by all who knew her. 
 Elizabeth, the youngest daughter, married 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 63 
 
 Mr. Pomeroy. James Taylor Worthlng- 
 ton, the eldest son, at the age of sixteen 
 became a cadet at West Point, but after a 
 short stay gave way to his brother 
 Thomas, who distinguished himself in the 
 late Civil War, especially at the Battle of 
 Shiloh. William died while still a young 
 man. Frank married Jane Tayloe 
 Lomax. 
 
 General James T. Worthington was 
 an honored citizen of Chillicothe. When 
 barely of age, he visited Europe, travelling 
 on foot over England, Ireland, and Scot- 
 land, and the Continent. His striking 
 resemblance to the great Napoleon caused 
 incessant remark, and in Paris this was so 
 noted that, at times, crowds would follow 
 him to the point that became embarrass- 
 ing and annoying. He died at Adena, 
 the house in which he was born. " I never 
 knew a more just man. I never knew one 
 whose force of character and infirmities of 
 temper, were so under the control of his 
 loving heart." He married Julia Gallo- 
 way, of Xenia, who died in 1856, leaving a 
 
64 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 family of six children — Mary, James, 
 Thomas, Eleanor, Julia, and Richard. 
 The last two are still living. 
 
 He afterwards married Martha J. Piatt, 
 the present mistress of Adena. She, too, 
 comes of a long line of ancestry ; her 
 father was Hon. Benjamin Piatt, a distin- 
 guished lawyer and judge, and her grand- 
 father served on Washington's staff. At 
 the age of sixteen, she married the Hon. 
 Nathaniel C. Reed, Judge of the Supreme 
 Court of the State ; and after his death, 
 married James Worthington. It has 
 always been her pride and constant effort 
 to retain for Adena the prestige of its 
 reputation and history. The beautiful 
 Lake '' Ellensmere," at the foot of the 
 winding hill-road that leads to the mansion, 
 was named by General Worthington in 
 honor of his mother. For many years to 
 come, the old home will be a spot of much 
 interest to the general traveller, and to 
 lovers of ancient sites and reminiscences, 
 and of enduring local pride to Chillicothe. 
 
DUNCAN McARTHUR. 
 
 AMONG others of that hardy band of 
 hunters, surveyors, and settlers, 
 who accompanied General Nathaniel 
 Massie from their Kentucky homes to the 
 Scioto Valley in the Spring of 1 796, for 
 the purpose of locating and laying out the 
 town of Chillicothe, was Duncan Mc- 
 Arthur. He was then a young man 
 twenty-four years of age, strong, athletic, 
 and accustomed to the most trying priva- 
 tions and hardships of an Indian scout 
 and hunter, in which dangerous occupa- 
 tion he had been engaged for several 
 years previous to starting upon this ex- 
 pedition. 
 
 Duncan McArthur was born in Dutchess 
 County, N. Y., in the year 1776; and 
 
 65 
 
6 6 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 while he was still a child, his family 
 moved to Western Pennsylvania. Little 
 is it to be wondered, that he soon left 
 this unpromising home in the Pennsyl- 
 vania mountains, for the rich valleys of 
 the Northwest Territory. 
 
 Upon arriving there, he was employed 
 by General Massle as an assistant surveyor 
 in laying out the town of Chillicothe, and 
 in locating surveys in the surrounding 
 country ; and as part compensation for a 
 year's services, he received his first piece 
 of real estate — the foundation of the for- 
 tune he afterwards acquired. This land 
 was a tract of one hundred and fifty 
 acres situated about two miles west of 
 the town, and commanding a fine view of 
 the beautiful valley and surrounding coun- 
 try. Here he erected a log cabin, and 
 took up his residence, naming the place 
 Fruit Hill, which name it still bears. 
 The last memento of this first residence 
 of Duncan McArthur, is a large cotton- 
 wood tree, which was planted by Mrs. 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 67 
 
 McArthur in her garden, the shoot being 
 a riding switch, brought from Kentucky 
 by WiUiam McDonald, on one of his visits 
 to the McArthurs. To this farm other 
 large tracts of land were soon added ; and 
 early in the nineteenth century, a large 
 stone house was erected, probably the 
 first of its size in this part of the country. 
 Its three-foot walls still stand as solid as 
 the day they were raised, although twice 
 have different parts of it been partially 
 destroyed by fire. In this house have 
 lived, during the last century, five genera- 
 tions of the McArthur family. Here 
 General McArthur raised a large family, 
 and lived the remainder of his life, except 
 at times when engaged in military and 
 state affairs ; even then, Mrs. McArthur 
 and the family remained at home in 
 charge of his numerous business affairs, 
 she having complete control not only of 
 domestic, but also of business matters. 
 And from the letters he almost daily 
 wrote to her while he was with the army, 
 
6 8 C/ie-Le- Co- The, 
 
 from Washington while in Congress, and 
 while Governor, he seemed to have great 
 confidence in her business ability and 
 judgment. For in these letters he speaks 
 not only of all public events occurring 
 around him, but goes into the details of 
 their domestic life and business ; and in 
 many instances, after advising the renting 
 or purchase or sale of a certain farm, or 
 the sale of stock and grain, he leaves the 
 matter to her best judgment. 
 
 In one of these letters, dated Camp 
 Meigs, September 13, 18 12, he quotes 
 from a letter to him from General Harri- 
 son, saying, '' We have just gained a 
 glorious Naval Victory. Perry lies at one 
 of the islands with the whole of the British 
 Fleet in his possession." 
 
 A number of letters were received from 
 him while in Albany attending the court- 
 martial of General Hull, in which he 
 describes the incidents of the trial ; and 
 in some of them, he seems very bitter 
 towards Hull ; this is very natural, as he 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 69 
 
 was under Hull's command at the time of 
 his surrender, but being out of the town 
 with his regiment, did not take part in 
 the defence, and returned only in time to 
 surrender to the British without having 
 fired a gun. On this occasion, it is said, 
 that rather than surrender his sword to 
 an English officer, he thrust it into the 
 ground, and snapped it to pieces. 
 
 In Duncan McArthur we find the 
 typical American of his time, a self-made 
 man, who had undoubted strength of 
 character, who was decided in his opinion, 
 shrewd and quick in business, but withal, 
 generous and kind at heart. Especially 
 do his letters indicate his loyalty to his 
 friends, and for his family, the most tender 
 solicitude of a kind and indulgent husband 
 and father. In the handwriting of these 
 many letters, may be traced the progress 
 of his life, from the almost illegible hand 
 of the young surveyor, to the w^ell-shaded 
 and smoothly composed letters of the 
 General and the Governor. And again 
 
70 Che-Le- Co- The. 
 
 may be traced the declining years of his 
 life, as his hand grows more and more 
 uncertain, until at last he can no longer 
 write his own name, and his secretary 
 signs for him. 
 
 Fruit Hill was for many years the scene 
 of the most lavish hospitality, being pre- 
 sided over by Mrs. McArthur and her 
 charming daughters — Margaret, who mar- 
 ried Mr. Kerchevel ; Effie, the wife of 
 William Allen ; Eliza, who became Mrs. 
 Anderson ; and Mary, who married Dr. 
 Gary A. Trimble. 
 
WILLIAM ALLEN. 
 
 \ 
 
 IN January, 1819, William Allen came 
 to Chillicothe from Lynchburg, Va., 
 to join his sister, Mrs. Thurman, who had 
 preceded him but a few months. 
 
 After completing a course at the '' Old 
 Academy," he immediately began the 
 study of law with Mr. Edward King, and 
 made his first argument in court in de- 
 fence of himself, James T. Worthington, 
 and Allen McArthur, who had all been 
 arrested on complaint of an Elder of the 
 Methodist Church for standing at the 
 ladies' entrance, after church, while wait- 
 ing for the young ladies they had taken 
 there. 
 
 The next evening, as he was leaving 
 home, some one came to tell him that a 
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7 2 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 mob of young men were about to blow up 
 the Elder's house. Upon learning this, 
 he ran to the house on Water Street, 
 where he found the cannon loaded and 
 primed. They were In the act of setting 
 It off, when he jumped upon It, and plac- 
 ing his foot upon the priming prevented 
 Its being lighted, and In that way pro- 
 tected his enemy from his friends. Soon 
 after this he was elected Captain of the 
 '* Chllllcothe Blues," the first company of 
 mllltia in Chllllcothe, and marched with 
 them to the Licking summit, to attend the 
 grand celebration at the opening of the 
 Erie Canal. The ceremonies were opened 
 by De Witt Clinton, then Governor of 
 New York, who threw the first shovelful 
 of earth from the canal. 
 
 About this time, when he had barely 
 reached manhood, at a camp-meeting In a 
 grove near Fruit Hill, he was asked by 
 Allen McArthur to go with him to speak 
 to his mother. They went to the carriage, 
 where young McArthur presented Wm. 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 73 
 
 Allen to his mother and sister. From 
 that day on through his long and/ eventful 
 life, the name of Effie McArthur seemed 
 graven on his heart. 
 
 General McArthur opposed him as a 
 suitor for his daughter's hand, as he did 
 all others. William did not give up his 
 suit, however. He studied hard, worked 
 diligently at his profession, and deter- 
 mined to win such honors for himself that 
 his name might stand side by side. In the 
 annals of the country, with that of the man 
 who had refused him the hand of his 
 daughter. It was not long before he be- 
 gan to realize something of his ambition. 
 He was only twenty-five when he received 
 the nomination as Democratic candidate 
 for Congress from this district. Governor 
 McArthur being his opponent on the 
 Whig ticket. The young Democratic 
 candidate made a hard fight, canvassed 
 every voting precinct in the district, meet- 
 ing in debate some of the most noted 
 speakers in the State. 
 
74 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 Shortly before the election he had been 
 challenged to meet Thomas Ewing in de- 
 bate at Frankfort. He had been detained 
 in some of the southern counties of the 
 district. Heavy rains had swollen the 
 Scioto River far over its banks. When 
 he reached the ferry, which he expected 
 to carry him over, it was late in the night, 
 and the ferryboat had been swept away by 
 the flood. He called the old ferryman 
 out and told him to hold his lantern so 
 that the light would fall across the water 
 in the direction of the landing on the 
 other side. The ferryman protested, but 
 the young man repeated the order, in his 
 emphatic way, and dashed into the swol- 
 len river. It was a severe test of the 
 nerve of both horse and rider, but after a 
 long struggle with surging torrent, they 
 reached the other side in safety. Con- 
 tinuing on his way through a drenching 
 rain, he reached his destination in time 
 to attend the meeting. 
 
 He was elected to Congress, over Gen- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 75 
 
 eral McArthur, by one vote ; that vote he 
 considered McArthur s, as they had agreed 
 to vote for each other. Two years later 
 he was elected to the United States Sen- 
 ate, which kept him away from home for 
 fourteen years. 
 
 In the meantime, Effie Mci\rthur was 
 married to Dr. Coons, of Alabama, who 
 lived but a short time. Several years 
 after the death of Governor McArthur, 
 his daughter having reached an age when 
 she felt competent to decide important 
 questions for herself, gave her heart and 
 hand to the man who had been faithful to 
 her for so many years. But their happi- 
 ness was destined to be short. In two 
 years, the wife to whom he was devoted, 
 was stricken with pneumonia, and died 
 after a week's illness. After her death 
 he retired to Fruit Hill, with their infant 
 daughter and his stepson, Duncan, where 
 he lived almost in solitude for many 
 years, allowing no political honors to 
 tempt him from his retirement. 
 
76 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 When President James Buchanan asked 
 him to accept the position of Minister to 
 the Court of St. James, he decHned, say- 
 ing that nothing should tempt him into 
 the world again. However, in August, 
 1873, when, after receiving many tele- 
 grams from delegates to the State Con- 
 vention, then in session at Columbus, he 
 finally received one from his nephew, 
 Allen G. Thurman, saying, '' Uncle, for 
 my sake, and for the sake of the party, 
 accept," he yielded, accepted the nomi- 
 nation, and was elected Governor. At the 
 close of his administration, he again re- 
 tired to Fruit Hill, where he remained in 
 private life until his death. 
 
PRESENTATION OF SWORD TO 
 COLONEL CROGHAN. 
 
 ON the 13th of August, 18 13, the 
 ladies of Chlllicothe presented 
 Colonel Croghan with a sword, together 
 with the following address : 
 
 '' Sir, — In consequence of the gallant 
 defence which, under the influence of 
 Divine Providence, was effected by you 
 and the troops under your command at 
 Fort Stephenson, at lower Sandusky, on 
 the evening of the 2d inst., the ladies of 
 Chillicothe undersigned are impressed 
 with a high sense of your merit as a 
 soldier and a gentleman, and with great 
 confidence in your patriotism and valor 
 present you with a sword. 
 
 *' Mary Finley, Mary Sterrett, Ann 
 77 
 
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 Crelghton, Eliza Creighton, Eleanor 
 Lamb, Nancy Waddle, Eliza Carlisle, 
 Mary A. Southard, Susan D. Wheaton, 
 Ruhama Irwin, Judith McLandburgh, 
 Margaret McLandburgh, Margaret Mil- 
 ler, Elizabeth Martin, Nancy Mc- 
 Arthur, Jane McCoy, Lavinia Fulton, 
 Martha Scott, Eleanor Worthington, 
 Catherine Fullerton, Rebecca M. Orr, 
 Susan Walke, Ann M. Dunn, Margaret 
 Keys, Charlotte James, Esther Doolittle, 
 Eleanor Buchanen, Margaret McFarland, 
 Deborah Ferree, Jane M. Evans, Frances 
 Brush, Mary Curtis, Mary P. Brown, Jane 
 Heylan, Nancy Kerr, Catherine Hough, 
 Sallie McLean." 
 

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 "THE REST IS SILENCE." 
 
 A SONNET. 
 
 Written upon the Centennial Anniversary of Chillicothe, Ohio, 
 April I, 1S96. 
 
 SCIOTO flows along its placid course 
 As when long since Tecumseh trod its shore, 
 Or burned his signal fires to herald war, 
 Adown the valley from the river's source ; 
 One hundred years have passed away since then 
 And on the maize-grown lowlands, forest-shorn, 
 The city fattens, in its age re-born. 
 While they whom stalwart Massie and his men 
 Deposed, forgotten are ; their vanished ranks 
 Of hostile Shawanese and Wyandot 
 
 Have left no trace where oak and beech up-rear, 
 On Logan's Mount, or by Yoctangy's banks. 
 
 The town endures, through fire and plague and 
 plot, 
 " The rest is silence," in this hundreth year. 
 
 79 
 
THE FIRST PRESBYTERIAN 
 CHURCH. 
 
 IN the summer of 1797, William Speer, 
 a young Presbyterian minister, left 
 his home in Chambersburgh, Pennsyl- 
 vania, and started on an exploring tour 
 into the Northwest Territory, then almost 
 an unbroken wilderness^ Travelling on 
 horseback, he came at length to Chilli- 
 cothe, at that time just a year old. 
 
 During that summer he organized a 
 church ; they had no " Meeting House " in 
 the village, nor were they able to build one, 
 so a half-finished log cabin, standing near 
 the corner of Short Water and Bridge 
 Streets, was secured. There was no floor 
 laid, and they were unable to procure 
 material for one, but in their anxiety for 
 80 
 
FIRST PRKSBYTERIAN CIIURCn 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 8 1 
 
 a church, they took it as it was, and used 
 the sleepers for seats. After Mr. Speer's 
 resignation, and for some time during Dr. 
 Wilson's pastorate, the congregation wor- 
 shipped in the old State House, but in A 
 Tour throitgh the West, by Mr. F. Gum- 
 ming, we find an account of his visit to 
 Chillicothe in 1807. 
 
 Speaking of the Court House, he says : 
 " It is an ornament to the town as is the 
 small plain belfry on the Presbyterian 
 Meeting House, a handsome brick build- 
 ing on Second Street." 
 
 The present congregation of the First 
 Presbyterian Church, seated in luxurious 
 pews, surrounded by beautiful memorial 
 windows, and listening to the mellifluous 
 tones of the organ, can scarcely realize 
 the simplicity of the earlier places of wor- 
 ship of the pioneers of the church ; but a 
 few can easily recall the old church, which 
 was located at the present site of the 
 Chillicothe Foundry, on the south side of 
 Second Street, just east of the canal. It 
 
8 2 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 was a two-story brick building, with double 
 doors on the north, east, and west, and a 
 gallery running entirely around those 
 sides, the front seats of which, on the 
 north, were occupied by the choir. It 
 was paved with red brick, fashioned in 
 large squares, something like the tiling 
 of the present day ; the pews were as un- 
 comfortable as any one could wish, the 
 backs running perpendicularly up, the top 
 catching an ordinary sized person about 
 the nape of the neck, while the lambs of the 
 flock were completely hidden from view, 
 and their presence could only be conjec- 
 tured by a suppressed sneeze, or by the 
 occasional dropping of a marble. 
 
 The heating apparatus consisted of 
 three ten-plate stoves, and it was a sight 
 to see the old colored sexton, Harry An- 
 derson, moving from one to the other with 
 his hook to pull the coals forward, pre- 
 paratory to firing up with the cordwood 
 used in those days. His appearance was 
 even more dignified than that of the min- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 83 
 
 ister, and he seemed to feel the full weight 
 of the responsibility resting on him. Foot 
 stoves were In common use, and those who 
 had them employed him to fill them with 
 hot coals, and place them in their pews 
 before service began. The large stoves 
 informed us where they were made, and 
 bore the Inscription, '' James and Mc- 
 Arthur, Buckhorn Furnace." 
 
 The pulpit was on the south side of the 
 church, and was simply a box built on the 
 wall, with steps leading up on the side, 
 and directly under it was a smaller one 
 for the clerk. 
 
 Probably the greatest ornaments of the 
 church were the chandeliers ; they were 
 large round blocks of wood suspended 
 from the ceiling after the manner of the 
 swinging lamp of to-day, in which were 
 inserted small curved pieces, about two 
 feet long, with a receptacle for a tallow 
 candle at the end of each. These blocks 
 were painted white, and suggested the 
 idea of a swan or a goose, with half a 
 
8 4 Che-Lc' Co- The, 
 
 dozen necks springing from different points 
 of its body. It was the duty of the sexton 
 to snufT these candles at proper intervals ; 
 and it was always done in the most rever- 
 ential manner. The choir occupied the 
 gallery facing the pulpit, and there the 
 belles and beaux of the church would 
 meet to cast loving glances, whisper sweet 
 nothings, and sing the good old tunes 
 from Masons Sacred Harp, One of the 
 leaders of the choir was Mr. Cary A. Lee, 
 a partner In the dry goods house of Mc- 
 Coy & Lee, a native of Virginia and a 
 handsome, interesting man. Mr. S. B. 
 Duffield was another leader, and Mr. 
 Angus Lewis Fullerton for several years 
 led the singing. Miss Margaret Worth- 
 ington, afterwards Mrs. E. D. Mansfield, 
 and Miss Elizabeth Dun, who married 
 Benjamin Douglas of New York, are the 
 two most prominent lady singers that I 
 remember, — though there were many 
 others who gave valuable assistance. 
 There was no organ to assist them, but 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 85 
 
 they made good music, and the memory 
 of Old Hundred and Coronatioriy as they 
 filled the old church In those days, brings 
 with it the faces of many who have long 
 since joined in the songs of the angels. 
 
 The first pastor, Mr. Speer, was suc- 
 ceeded by the Rev. Dr. Robert G. Wilson, 
 who was revered as few men ever are. 
 Rev. William Graham was the next pastor. 
 Probably the first minister those now 
 living will remember, was the Rev. Hugh 
 S. Fullerton, and the insufficiency of 
 words Is felt in speaking of this good 
 man ; his kind, benevolent look and 
 gentle manners showed him to be a true 
 follower of his Master, and his whole life 
 proved him a consistent Christian. Unlike 
 a great many ministers, he had no terrors 
 for the young, and when the boys of the 
 church were disposed to be unruly, a 
 single word, even a look, given In the 
 mild manner he always possessed, never 
 failed in its effect. 
 
 The Rev. Thomas Woodrow succeeded 
 
8 6 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 him ; he was a very scholarly man, and it 
 was during his pastorate that the church 
 removed to its new edifice on Main Street. 
 The church was always filled with a goodly 
 number of worshippers, many of whom 
 were our most prominent and influential 
 citizens. Among them were Mr. George 
 Renick, who, although an old man, al- 
 ways came on horseback from his home 
 on the hill ; Mr. James Miller, whose wife 
 was indeed one of the Mothers in Israel ; 
 Mr. Wm. Miller, Mr. Henry S. Lewis, 
 for many years treasurer of the county ; 
 Mr. Ebenezer Tuttle, the McCoys, Fuller- 
 tons, Carlisles, Waddles, Duns, Dr. Win- 
 ship's family, Mr. Wm. Creighton, Sr., 
 Thomas Jacob, Richard K. Massie, Francis 
 and James P. Campbell, Josiah L. Hearne, 
 Miss Virginia Hays, Mrs. Mitchell, Mrs. 
 Fultz, Mrs. Doland, Mrs. Watson, the 
 Misses Bartlett, the Lunbecks, Reids, Sil- 
 veys, Jos. Jones and family, the Worthing- 
 tons, Wm. H. Douglas, the Gibsons and 
 Chestnuts (from Huntington township). 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 87 
 
 Mrs. Tarlton, Mrs. Hoffman, Thomas 
 McDougall, Ebenezer White, Mrs. David 
 ColHns, Mrs. Nancy Allston, Mrs. Cry- 
 der, Mrs. Bourne, Jas. McLean, Robert 
 Stillwell, John Hamill, John FUntham, 
 John McFarland, Joseph Sill, Mrs. Webb, 
 Mr. Ross, and Robert Stewart. The 
 elders remembered are : John McLean, 
 Anthony Walke, Dr. David Wills, Law- 
 rence S. McClure, old father Haynes, 
 and Samuel Patton ; perhaps Mr. Thomas 
 Carothers and Mr. Franklin were elders 
 in the old church, — I know they were in 
 the new. 
 
 There was one meeting of Synod in 
 that church, in which the merits of old 
 and new school theology were discussed, 
 and which resulted in about twenty of the 
 members going off to form the New School 
 Church. 
 
 This infant Church invited the Rev. 
 George Beecher, of Rochester, to become 
 their pastor, and greatly to their own sur- 
 prise he accepted. Being a man of great 
 
88 Che-Le-Co-The, 
 
 energy and throwing himself heartily into 
 his work, Mr. Beecher soon built up the 
 Church, being himself pastor, singing- 
 school teacher, and leader of the choir. 
 For some time services were held in the 
 Seminary, until the church on the corner 
 of Paint and Fifth Streets was built. 
 Mr. Beecher, also, built for himself a 
 handsome house, surrounded by a beauti- 
 ful garden, filled with fine fruit and lovely 
 flowers. It was in defending his fruit 
 from the ravages of the birds that Mr. 
 Beecher was killed, by the accidental dis- 
 charge of his own gun. 
 
 For some years the Church flourished, 
 though it never reached the prosperity it 
 enjoyed during Mr. Beecher s pastorate, 
 and after having had several ministers, 
 the Rev. Messrs. Swift, Howe, Stone, 
 Mills, Wm. Beecher, and others, was 
 finally merged in the First Church. 
 
 The Sunday-School was then, as now, 
 a prominent feature of the Church, and 
 memory recalls with pleasure the names 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 89 
 
 and faces of the pretty young ladies who 
 instructed the children in the right way. 
 
 John McLean, one of the Elders, was 
 auditor of the county for many years, and 
 lived where Judge Safford's residence 
 now is, with an office in the public build- 
 ing, which stood then on the corner of 
 the Court House square, in which were 
 also the Clerk's and Recorder's offices on 
 the first floor. The Auditor's and Clerk's 
 offices were connected by a door, and it 
 was there the prayer meetings of the 
 Church were held. The attendance was 
 usually very light, and it seemed very 
 appropriate to remind the Lord, as they 
 always did, of his promise to the two or 
 three gathered in His name. One boy, 
 who was generally of the " two or three," 
 is sorry now that it was often against his 
 will, for it should have been a pleasure to 
 attend his pious mother, if for nothing 
 else than to carry the lantern which 
 guided her through the dark streets. 
 
 The great social feature of the Church 
 
90 Che-L e- Co- The, 
 
 was the "Sewing Society"; the present 
 devices for raising Church money had 
 not been developed, and the ladies knew 
 no way but with their needles to make 
 articles for sale. They met at stated 
 times in the home of some lady, by in- 
 vitation, and spent the afternoon in sew- 
 ing and talking until dark ; they were 
 then serv^ed to an excellent supper, to 
 which the gentlemen were invited, and 
 the evening was spent in conversation ; 
 it was then an enjoyable occasion for old 
 and young. There was usually a sale of 
 left-over articles in strawberry time, and 
 thus the treasury was repleted. There 
 were few organizations, though the ladies 
 were interested in distributing the Bible 
 in connection with '' The Bible Society." 
 
 Richard Massie also oro^anized a Sun- 
 day-School in the west end, in which work 
 he was assisted by Judge McCoy, Joshua 
 Sill, and others of our younger members. 
 
 The seats in the old church, nearest 
 the wall, on the north, east, and west 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 91 
 
 sides, were raised a step, and were known 
 as "the high seats." The services, to 
 one of the present day, would seem of 
 extraordinary length, but our fathers 
 made no complaint even over the longest 
 prayers, and sermons of an hour and a 
 half. It is related of Dr. Wilson that his 
 marriage service was so long that the 
 bridal party had to be accommodated 
 with seats, and during service on Sunday, 
 it was usual for those in the congregation 
 who were weary to rise and stand a while, 
 to relieve the strain of sitting so long. 
 
 A Mrs. McCauley, who never altered 
 the style of her dress during the change 
 of fashion, was a notable figure, as she 
 always wore an immense bonnet. Mr. 
 John Carlisle never changed the style of 
 wearing his hair, and the older people 
 will recall his appearance, when Dr. Wil- 
 son, of Cincinnati, preached, as he sat at 
 the head of his family, with hair brushed 
 back and formed into the old-fashioned 
 queue, eagerly following the discourse, 
 
92 Che-L c- Co- The, 
 
 and occasionally nodding his approval of 
 his favorite minister. 
 
 The venerable colored man, Uncle 
 Billy Daily, and his wife, who always 
 looked so neat and clean, must not be 
 forgotten. They were regular communi- 
 cants in the Church, and, with the sexton 
 and his wife, and James Hill and his 
 wife, comprised the colored membership 
 of the Church. 
 
 It seems only appropriate to mention 
 Mrs. Baldwin last, as she was always the 
 last one at church. After the prayer and 
 singing were over, and the minister fairly 
 in his discourse, the door would open, 
 and Mrs. Baldwin would sail in, attracting 
 the attention of the whole congregation. 
 I hardly think that was her object, but she 
 was of the slow kind, and doubtless lingered 
 longer over her toilet than she was aware 
 of, — at least she always gave evidence 
 that these toilet duties had never been 
 neglected. She was the widow of Michael 
 Baldwin, a lawyer, who was speaker of 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 93 
 
 the first Ohio house of representatives, 
 and in his day a prominent man in public 
 affairs. She was past middle age, but 
 possessed the taste for dress of a younger 
 woman, and having a small competence 
 was able to gratify it in the most extrava- 
 gant style ; her silk dresses were of the 
 brightest colors ; her hats were adorned 
 with the heaviest plumes ; her gold watch 
 with heavy neckchain was conspicuously 
 displayed, while the diamond rings on 
 her fingers sparkled most brilliantly, as 
 she tapped her golden snuff-box. Her 
 whole appearance was so different from 
 that of the more modest style in which 
 the ladies of that day were accustomed to 
 dress, that it could not fail to attract at- 
 tention. She was afterward married (in 
 the church) to a man named Stewart. 
 She had her vanities, it is true, but was a 
 good woman at heart. 
 
 At length time brought us into our new 
 church, which seemed to us perfect in 
 every detail, and we were a happy people. 
 
94 Che-Le- Co- The. 
 
 We had a succession of pastors, — the 
 Rev. Mr. Carson, Dr. Anderson, and Dr. 
 Stanton. It was during the pastorate of 
 the latter, that the subject of an organ 
 came up ; most of the people favored the 
 idea, though the more orthodox feared it 
 was not Presbyterian ; however, when the 
 organ was put up and paid for, nothing 
 more was said. 
 
 We came next into the long term 
 (more than a quarter of a century,) of the 
 Rev. Dr. Biggs, which, with the two short 
 pastorates of Rev. Mr. McWiliiams and 
 Dr. Fishburn, brings us to the present in- 
 cumbent, the Rev. William C. Stinson. 
 
 The old times, the old Church, have 
 gone, and of the old members who once 
 gathered in her walls, there is left — not 
 one I But although their epitaphs have 
 long been written, their strong character, 
 their deep piety, and self sacrificing devo- 
 tion, have lived after them, and have 
 given to their descendants the prosperity 
 they now enjoy. 
 
A GLIMPSE OF YESTERDAY. 
 
SOCIETY IN THE EARLY DAYS. 
 
 THE society of Chillicothe at an early 
 day was composed of a few families 
 whose position, education, and leisure, 
 gave them opportunities for social enjoy- 
 ment, not often found in a new country 
 just rescued from the wilderness. Social 
 meetings were participated in by old and 
 young alike. Mrs. Creighton whose 
 sprightly enjoyment of social entertain- 
 ments seemed never to tire, with Mrs. 
 Swearengen, Mrs. Walke, Mrs. McCoy, 
 Mrs. Waddle, Mrs. James, Mrs. Wood- 
 bridge, Mrs. Fullerton, and Mrs. Bond 
 were always present to give tone and 
 character to all gaities. The young ladies 
 born and reared in Chillicothe in the 
 earlier days of its life, were Mary Worth- 
 
 95 
 
96 Che-L e- Co- The, 
 
 ington, afterwards Mrs. McComb ; Sarah 
 Worthington, afterwards Mrs. Edward 
 King, and later, Mrs. Peter ; Miss 
 Frances Mc Arthur, afterwards Mrs. Ker- 
 cheval, and Mary Sterrett later Mrs. 
 Wallace of Kentucky. In the next gay 
 coterie of lovely girls were Sarah Creigh- 
 ton, dainty, dignified, and sensitive, who 
 now, when I look back, always brings to 
 mind that line of Pope's, " Die of a Rose 
 in aromatic pain," and Susan, good, 
 lovely, and adored by us children ; their 
 cousins, Evelyn Byrd, a lively girl of 
 strong convictions and good sense, Nancy 
 Massie, to my mind the greatest beauty 
 of them all, and Ann James. Before 
 these last came Mary Tiffin, the daughter 
 of Joseph Tiffin, a handsome intelligent 
 girl who married William Y. Gilmore ; 
 Effie McArthur who first married Dr. 
 Coons of the South, and many years later, 
 William Allen ; Eleanor and Margaret 
 Worthington ; Mary Evans and Eliza- 
 beth Waddle were taken in their first 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 97 
 
 bloom, by Death ; Elizabeth McCoy, 
 now Mrs. Foulke ; Mary Porter Tiffin 
 married in her sixteenth year to Joseph 
 Reynolds of Urbana ; Margaret Fuller- 
 ton, and, perhaps, some others who have 
 escaped my memory. Then came families 
 with sisters and daughters innumerable, 
 but they were not natives of Chillicothe. 
 The ladies always had their work-baskets 
 and worked at their embroidery or light 
 sewing, while entertaining their gentlemen 
 callers. 
 
 Perhaps it would not be amiss to tell 
 of the menus at these entertainments. 
 First as to dinners. The piece de resis- 
 tance was always a saddle of venison, or 
 of mutton, or a roast of beef, or a turkey 
 according to the season. At the ladies' 
 end of the table was always a ham. The 
 side dishes were game, if possible, chicken, 
 or calf's-head. There were always four 
 dishes of meat and four vegetables not in- 
 cluding slaw or lettuce ; always jelly and 
 pickles. Then came puddings or pies, 
 
98 Che-Le-Co-Tke. 
 
 custards or some sweet dish, and there 
 was always wine. 
 
 For teas, a large tray with tea, coffee, 
 sugar, and cream, was handed round to 
 the guests ; previously all were provided 
 with plates. Then followed another tray 
 with ham, tongue, chipped beef or cold 
 breast of fowl nicely sliced, and thin bread 
 and butter, biscuits or rolls, buttered, 
 small cakes and cheese. This tray always 
 came round twice. Preserves and cream 
 with large cakes followed, pound cake 
 and fruit cake being always among the 
 number. Raisins, almonds, and wine 
 were usually served last of all. 
 
 I must here mention a very important 
 and indispensable colored man, Morris 
 O'Free, who prepared and served all these 
 delicious eatables. At weddings especial- 
 ly, were his services required. At large 
 companies he came to the house, baked 
 the cakes, and prepared everything ready 
 for serving ; then, with an assistant (usually 
 Nelson Pyles) he performed that duty also. 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 99 
 
 What Chillicothe child does not re- 
 member Jim Richards, the barber, who 
 on military parades beat the drum and 
 shook his head adorned with the drum 
 major's hat and plume ? He stood fore- 
 most in our childish eyes, even above 
 Captain Tarlton, who rode so majestically 
 at the head of his light dragoons. Most 
 of the settlers from Virginia brought 
 slaves with them, as they could not leave 
 them free there. Here, of course, they 
 were free, but they clung to the families 
 who brought them, and served with pride 
 their former owners, knowing full well 
 that they would always be taken care of. 
 
 Susan Creighton Williams when visit- 
 ing Chillicothe about five years ago, in 
 speaking of the early intimacies of our 
 families, related some incidents of her 
 youth. One was as follows : One day 
 she had made a Kentucky pie and upon 
 going into the dining room to put it on 
 the sideboard she found her father en- 
 gaged in a business conversation with a 
 
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 young gentleman, who, on her entrance, 
 rose to leave, but Mr. Creighton with his 
 characteristic hospitality, invited him to 
 stay and dine with them, which invitation 
 he accepted. He was much pleased with 
 both the lady and the pie, and said to 
 himself, " That 's the girl for me." This 
 gentleman was Jesse Williams, brother of 
 Hon. Micaja Williams. At that time, he 
 was an engineer on the Ohio Canal ; and, 
 though reared in the Friends' or Quaker 
 faith, he was brought into the Presby- 
 terian Church during the revival under 
 Mr. Graham, and became a most devoted 
 member of that denomination. 
 
 In 1 83 1, Susan M. Creighton and Jesse 
 L. Williams were married, and soon after 
 removed to Indiana, Mr: Williams having 
 been appointed to the superintendency of 
 the public works of the State of Indiana. 
 
 Mr. and Mrs. Sterrett lived on the hill- 
 side between Main and Second Streets, 
 the property now owned by the Wisslers. 
 The grounds immediately around the 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. loi 
 
 house, though not large, were beautified 
 by lovely roses and choice shrubbery. In 
 front of the house a large meadow ex- 
 tended to High Street, and took in the 
 large elm tree near the corner of Second 
 Street. Mrs. Sterrett was a sister of 
 Mr. Creighton. Their oldest daughter 
 married Mr. Wallace of Covington, Ken- 
 tucky. Their two daughters, Mary and 
 Helen, attended Miss Baskerville's school. 
 Mary Wallace married John Shillito of 
 Cincinnati. Julia and Lucinda Sterrett 
 were married on the same evening ; Julia 
 to Bela Latham of Columbus, and 
 Lucinda to General Murphy, an able and 
 eloquent lawyer of Chillicothe. Miss 
 Baskerville boarded in Mr. Sterrett's 
 family when she came to Chillicothe. 
 
 Judge Leven Belt was the first Mayor 
 of Chillicothe. He lived on Second 
 Street, where Mrs. Waddle's residence 
 now stands. His house was a two story 
 frame building surrounded with a fine 
 lawn, and on the eastern side of it there 
 
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 was a large weeping-willow tree. Mrs. 
 Belt was of French extraction, and charm- 
 ing and graceful in society. Judge Belt 
 long continued to wear knee breeches, 
 silk stockings, and low shoes with large 
 silver buckles. Miss Baskerville some- 
 times held her watermelon parties on 
 their lawn under the great willow tree. 
 In early days the festive lawyers had 
 their Sunday dinner parties at the homes 
 of Judge Belt, Mr. Creighton, Mr. James, 
 and Colonel Brush, alternately. 
 
 Family life was so different In those 
 early days, one hardly knows where to 
 begin to tell about it. In the kitchen we 
 see first the large open fireplace, wide 
 and deep, the great back log, the front 
 stick, supported on large iron andirons, 
 the long-handled shovel and tongs, with 
 the waffle irons, and long-handled pan- 
 cake pan which required an adept to toss 
 the delicate pancakes. The dutch oven, 
 the little oven, the skillets all fitted with 
 iron covers, or lids to hold coals when not 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, lo"* 
 
 J 
 
 properly heated, the griddles and grid- 
 irons. The favorite way to cook steak 
 or chicken was by broiling. Turkeys were 
 suspended by cords before the fire with 
 pans underneath to catch the gravy for 
 basting. Afterwards came the tin roaster 
 with open front and revolving spit, on 
 which the turkey could be turned to the 
 fire ; also the tin reflectors to bake biscuits 
 or pies. There was no baking powder at 
 that time ; but later came that abomina- 
 tion of all good cooks — saleratus. The 
 introduction of cook stoves made an era 
 in the kitchen. Never was cornbread, 
 however, so good in any form as when 
 baked in a closed skillet. 
 
 The price of prints or calicoes was fifty 
 cents per yard, though a lower grade 
 could be had for thirty-seven and a half 
 cents. Shirting muslin was correspond- 
 ingly high. Home or country linen was 
 good and lasting, and furnished most of 
 the towelling used for household purposes. 
 Think now of giving fifty cents for a yard 
 
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 of calico, as was done in 1825, and of 
 having no woollen underwear, of wearing 
 low-cut shoes, and low-necked dresses 
 buttoned or hooked up in the back, and 
 of being without the other little things 
 which are now so indispensable ! 
 
 Major William Rutledge, a soldier of 
 the Revolution, came to Chillicothe about 
 1800. He was a stone-mason by trade. 
 Stone was plentiful, and many of the first 
 houses were built of it. The first stone 
 Court-House was built by him. 
 
 His wife, Betty Rutledge, was quite an 
 original character. I came near calling 
 her small, but she was not small, though 
 short, with small hands and feet. As I 
 recall her looks when she came to see my 
 father, — seated in a low rocking-chair, 
 smoking a pipe, her short legs crossed, 
 and her little feet in their shining morocco 
 shoes pointing upwards, and her bright, 
 sparkling eyes, — the picture is so vivid, 
 that I am compelled to stop and think 
 how long ago it was. They lived in the 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 105 
 
 jail at that time. Granny Rutledge, as 
 she was called, knew everybody, and 
 especially enjoyed herself at Court time. 
 The town was then crowded by country 
 people, and everything was brisk and 
 lively. The lawyers were a jolly set, and 
 it was very entertaining to hear her gos- 
 sip about them. She had some noted 
 boarders, who were confined in jail by 
 their friends in order to break up their 
 drinking habits. She was very kind and 
 did all in her power to reform them. 
 
 She had a passion for getting dresses, 
 and her ambition was to get one hundred. 
 It was then the custom when a wife 
 signed a deed, for the purchaser to give her 
 a dress. Once when Mrs. Rutledo^e sio^ned 
 a deed, Colonel Bond said to her, '' Go, 
 yourself, and select your dress." Accord- 
 ingly she did, and chose a handsome satin, 
 the finest she could find, of a beautiful 
 shade of brown. Before her husband's 
 death she had attained her great desire, 
 and owned a hundred dresses. They had 
 
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 no children, and when the Major died 
 she was alone in the world. Then she 
 suddenly came out a gay and lively widow, 
 and married again. The second marriage 
 was not a very happy one. I do not think 
 she added any more dresses to her ward- 
 robe, and at her death the dresses were 
 scattered to the four winds. 
 
 Education was not neglected in the 
 early days, for in 1820, or 1821, Mr. 
 Steinour, an English gentleman, with his 
 wife and widowed sister-in-law, opened a 
 select boarding-school for young ladies ; 
 first, in a one-story stone house on the 
 corner of Mulberry and Main Streets, 
 where the Mill now stands, afterwards in 
 the two-story brick house on East Main 
 Street, now occupied as a bakery. Across 
 the alley from this building, was a two- 
 story stone house, owned by Mr. John 
 McDougal, whose daughter, George Ann, 
 was a pupil in this school. The other 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 107 
 
 pupils were, Ellen and Margaret Worth- 
 ington, Sarah and Susan Crelghton, Mary 
 and Diathea Tiffin, Elizabeth McCoy, 
 Elizabeth Waddle, Mary Miller, Matilda 
 Evans, Julia Galloway of Xenia, Ara- 
 bella McLean of Lebanon (daughter of 
 the late Judge John McLean), Eliza 
 Helan of Urbana, and Sarah Green from 
 near Kingston. No day scholars were ad- 
 mitted. 
 
 Uniformity in dress was not required, 
 except in millinery. The prescribed form 
 was cloth caps for winter, and white cord- 
 ed bonnets (not sun-bonnets), trimmed 
 with pink ribbon, for summer wear. The 
 school must have had quite a reputation 
 at that time for scholarship, as so many 
 young ladies from a distance were in at- 
 tendance. It was, however, of short 
 duration, as the proprietors soon moved 
 to Philadelphia. While in Chillicothe, 
 Mrs. Steinour, the widowed sister-in-law 
 of Mr. Steinour, was married in St. Paul's 
 Church, on Walnut Street, by the Rector, 
 
1 08 Che-Le- Co- The. 
 
 Mr. Kellogg, to a minister of the Epis- 
 copal Church, the Rev. Mr. Morse. 
 Probably but few of our citizens know 
 that there ever was a boarding-school in 
 Chillicothe. 
 
 Mrs. Thurman in early times taught a 
 school for girls. Miss Fisher taught 
 music, also drawing and painting. Mr. 
 Gregoire taught French. His daughter, 
 Virginia, was the little French girl who 
 incited in Allen G. Thurman a love for 
 the study of French. 
 
THK OLD ELM 
 
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 ^■'V^ ;-^\w- 
 
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 ^■-^ :-,V^.;, 
 
 THE OLD ELM. 
 
 THOU mighty monarch of the earth, 
 So vast thy trunk, — so huge thy girth 
 From tiny seed, oh ! hast thou grown ? 
 What subtle myst'ries thou hast known ! 
 
 Great monument of years long past, 
 
 Thou surely wert of royal cast : 
 With verdure crowned — and robe of green, 
 
 A King, indeed ! of noble mien. 
 
 Brave sentinel of mountain near, 
 Where castle bold, its turrets rear : 
 
 While, gazing up its dizzy heights. 
 We vainly watch for plumed Knights. 
 
 Thy glossy foliage, reaching high. 
 
 Made dainty lace-work 'cross the sky ; 
 
 Eolian-like weird winds did sigh 
 Amidst thy leafy canopy. 
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 Coy lovers linger'd 'neath thy boughs, 
 Each pledging true, eternal vows. 
 
 Thy sylvan arches shelter'd here 
 The nesting robins, year by year. 
 
 Sweet children, human blossoms gay,. 
 
 Their clasped hands a garland, they, 
 With twinkling eyes, and winsome grace, 
 
 Would circle round thy generous base. 
 
 Long, long ago, the Indian Braves 
 Came gliding down Scioto's waves : 
 
 Their war-whoops echoed, loud and shrill, 
 From Logan's Mount, from hill to hill. 
 
 When Red man stood with fiery glance. 
 And Pale-face nobly sheathed his lance. 
 
 Beneath thy shade, grim war did cease, 
 They gladly smoked the Pipe of Peace. 
 
 Thou wert a link, oh ! glorious tree, 
 'Twixt then and now — right royally. 
 
 Thy missions o'er, thou 'rt laid to rest, 
 On gentle nature's welcome breast. 
 
 Thou 'rt now consigned to Mother Earth ; 
 Endeared the place, which gave thee birth 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 1 1 1 
 
 The cradle of thine infant years 
 
 Is now thy tomb, bedewed with tears. 
 
 A fragrant sward, fair Nature weaves 
 Of myrtle blooms, and glossy leaves ; 
 
 For-get-me-nots of Heaven's own blue, 
 And modest violets, filled with dew. 
 
 We kneel beside this charmed spot : 
 Thy mem'ry ne'er will be forgot : 
 
 Soft zephers chant thy requiem knell ; 
 Farewell, dear elm, dear elm, farewell. 
 
.1 
 
 THE CHILLICOTHE ELM. 
 
 OF the historical elms given in Howe's 
 History of Ohio, the Chillicothe 
 elm is shown to be the largest. 
 
 The famous elm of Boston Common, 
 planted in 1670 (but now gone), had a 
 girth of sixteen feet. 
 
 The Northampton elm, named by Oliver 
 Wendell Holmes, was twenty- four feet 
 five inches. 
 
 The Johnston elm, named by Ralph 
 Waldo Emerson, measured twenty-two 
 feet. It had twelve prodigious branches, 
 each a tree. 
 
 The Cambridge elm, under which Whit- 
 field preached and Washington took com- 
 mand of the army, was less than twenty- 
 two feet in girth and was two hundred 
 years old. 
 
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Glimpses of Yesterday, 1 1 3 
 
 The living Giant and Great Elm in 
 Broad Street, Wethersfield, measured 
 twenty-two feet five inches. Four of its 
 branches measured respectively in girth : 
 sixteen feet, eleven feet, ten feet, and eight 
 feet ; the circumference of all was four 
 hundred and twenty-nine feet. 
 
 The Chillicothe elm measured twenty- 
 eight feet six inches. It was situated on 
 the south side of West Second Street, 
 midway between Walnut Street and 
 Western Avenue. Its age is unknown, 
 but it was an immense tree when the first 
 white settlers came to this valley. 
 
 Tradition tells us that Logan held his 
 first councils beneath this tree, and that a 
 treaty was made with the Indians under 
 its huge branches. 
 
THE OLD BRIDGE. 
 
 THE old bridge over the Scioto River, 
 connecting the town of ChilHcothe 
 with the north, towards Lancaster and 
 Columbus, has been written up in the 
 histories of the State, in pamphlets and 
 in newspapers, until little can be said that 
 is new. For a detailed description of its 
 masonr}', superstructure, and the iron 
 used in its construction, the scientific and 
 curious are referred to an exhaustive 
 paper read before the Ohio Society of 
 Engineers, by the late Charles B. Cook. 
 the city's engineer, at the time of its de- 
 molition. This paper was published in 
 Januar}-. 1S87. 
 
 Perhaps, however, something more gen- 
 eral in regard to its origin and descriptive 
 114 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 1 1 5 
 
 of its location and long life may be of 
 interest, as few persons now living can 
 realize the many changes wrought by 
 natural causes, and by the hand of man, 
 since the settlement of this town. 
 
 The river then came down from the 
 north, turned sharply to the southwest, 
 where the railroad now crosses the north- 
 eastern limits of the present City Park, 
 swept around the high ground from Mill 
 Street to the head of Paint and of Mul- 
 berry Streets, making a horse-shoe bend ; 
 and then, as now, ran nearly due east for 
 a mile. Over this stretch was our bridge, 
 and, half a mile below, has stood for the 
 last twenty years the Norfolk and West- 
 ern Railroad iron bridge. 
 
 The present gravel bar and the City 
 Park were then densely covered with 
 large sycamore trees, elms, two of which 
 are yet standing, pawpaw bushes, fallen 
 timber, and drift-wood ; as the whole was 
 often under water, it formed a veritable 
 South American jungle, breeding fevers, 
 
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 which were half-sisters to the dreaded 
 yellow fever. One sycamore, then stand- 
 ing on the north bank of the river, was of 
 such old age and gigantic size, and was so 
 burned on the inside that, as the story is 
 told by those now living, two horses could 
 be stabled within its rounded trunk ; and 
 once an improvident, homeless family 
 took up its quarters there. 
 
 In 1796, Ebenezer Zane cut his trail, 
 or road, from Wheeling, Virginia, to 
 Maysville, Kentucky, located the **Zane 
 section " of land on the north bank of the 
 river, and established a ferry. At a 
 point in this trail, three hundred yards 
 northwest of the end of the old bridge, 
 the road forked ; one branch went down 
 to the ferry at the foot of Hickory Street, 
 the other went through the woods, crossed 
 the river at the ** upper ford" — the lower 
 ford was at Mulberry Street — landed on a 
 wide gravel bar just beyond the north- 
 eastern limits of the Park, and following 
 the north bank of the river, came into 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 1 1 7 
 
 town by the old soap factory at the foot 
 of Mill Street. 
 
 In May, 1804, Humphrey Fullerton 
 bought the Zane section of six hundred 
 and forty acres, for (what seems now to 
 its owners) the paltry sum of $5192 ; and 
 his negro man, "Fullerton's Jack," ran the 
 ferry-boat. On January 27, 1807, the 
 Ohio legislature appointed Samuel Fin- 
 ley, Duncan McArthur, Isaac Cook, Will- 
 iam Creighton, John Carlisle, John Kerr, 
 George Renick, Nathaniel Massie, and 
 Nathaniel Willis commissioners, '* to raise, 
 by way of lottery, a sum not exceeding 
 $12,050 for improving the banks of the 
 Scioto, and establishing a ferry." They 
 were to give bond for $100,000, to publish 
 the drawing in the Chillicothe and Steu- 
 benville papers, and to complete the draw- 
 ing in ninety days after the ist day of 
 June, 1808 : then an act was passed to ex- 
 tend the drawing to 1809 ; and another 
 act, repealing all previous acts, and divid- 
 ing the lottery into " three classes," and ex- 
 
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 tending the time to the i st of June, 1 8 1 2 ; 
 and not to realize more than fifteen per 
 cent, on the whole number of prizes sold. 
 Humphrey Fullerton's name, which is 
 found in most of the enterprises about 
 that time, does not appear in this, and it 
 is supposed that he was either opposed to 
 lotteries, or that he was absent looking 
 after his extensive interests elsewhere. 
 But previous to this, an act had been 
 passed on February 19, 18 10, authorizing 
 Humphrey Fullerton and Nathaniel Mas- 
 sie to build a toll bridge, provided **they 
 own the land on the shores," and to de- 
 mand tolls named in the act from six and a 
 quarter cents for foot passengers, on up 
 to fifty cents for four-wheel vehicles drawn 
 by two horses or oxen, and seventy-five 
 cents if drawn by four horses or oxen. 
 Fullerton and Massie did not build the 
 bridge under this act ; and, on June 14, 
 1812, there was passed an act, to revive 
 an act to raise money by lottery and to 
 extend time of drawing to 18 14. Evi- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 1 1 9 
 
 dently the lottery scheme had not proved 
 a success, and on February 15, 1815, 
 Humphrey Fullerton, John CarHsle, John 
 McLandburgh, J. W. and Joseph Miller, 
 Sr., or any three of them, were empowered 
 to build a bridge (O. L. 13, p. 132), etc., 
 ** provided navigation shall not be ob- 
 structed or fording impeded, and give 
 bond for $10,000 before the first Monday 
 in October, else privileges shall cease." 
 So, in 18 16- 1 7, the bridge was built. 
 
 Through the kindness of Mr. George 
 Wolfe, we quote from the Scioto Gazette, 
 dated November 6, 181 7 : 
 
 " We are gratified to inform our readers 
 that this elegant structure is now ready 
 for travellers and the public generally — 
 for a few days past foot passengers have 
 crossed ; toll will be required from this 
 day. For beauty of construction it is 
 equalled by few in the United States. We 
 trust the proprietors will be amply remun- 
 erated for the expense they have been at, 
 after the heavy loss sustained last year " 
 
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 — referring doubtless to the partial loss of 
 the first span, which was carried away by 
 high water, before its completion. 
 
 The bridge as built by the company 
 had but two spans of one hundred and 
 fifty feet each, level with the high bank on 
 the town side. Each span had three 
 arched trusses, twelve feet four inches 
 apart, forming a double roadway. Each 
 arch was made of ten layers of 3 xi clinch 
 oak, in long lengths breaking joints ; each 
 layer spiked to the one below at intervals 
 of about two feet with seven-inch iron 
 spikes, and the ten thicknesses were bolted 
 together every five feet with i x i inch 
 square wrought iron bolts. (See Illustra- 
 tion No. 2.) Its northern end rested on 
 a dressed stone pier, twenty-nine feet 
 above the usual stage of water ; and from 
 this ran a trestle nearly as long as the 
 bridge itself to the Zane road that ran 
 down to the ferry. 
 
 Mrs. Susan Wolfe and Mrs. Caroline 
 Davis say it was a favorite drive to cross 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 121 
 
 the bridge, turn to the left through the 
 dense woods, cross the river at the upper 
 ford, and come into town by Mill Street. 
 Just below this ford, the high waters had 
 cut a small channel south, through the 
 heels of the horse shoe ; which it is said 
 was enlarged and deepened in 181 9-20 by 
 the owners of the land, and of the bridge, 
 as the good fording at that point diverted 
 travel from the bridge. But when the 
 dreaded malaria stalked abroad in 182 1, 
 and the water around the old channel be- 
 came stagnant, money was raised by sub- 
 scription from the citizens, and a dam of 
 logs, brush, and stone built to turn the 
 water back to the town. 
 
 Nathaniel Cutright and Robert Veail, 
 now living, rode the horses to haul the 
 brush and logs. The floods in the winter 
 and spring of 1822 swept out the dam, 
 and the water ever since has chosen that 
 way to run down to the sea ; and when 
 the boats, loaded with flour and grain, 
 came down from Yellow Bud, and Worth- 
 
12 2 Che-Le- Co- The. 
 
 ington's mill on the Kinnicklnnick, they 
 would often take the short cut. One John 
 Cook, as helmsman of Bob Harvey's boat, 
 hesitated ; but not wishing to take a dare 
 from those on the bank, tried it, saying — 
 
 ** D if I won't go through " ; and from 
 
 that day to this, in low water, you can 
 see a part of the stanchion and plank of 
 that sunken boat nearly covered with 
 gravel, to testify to what a ' dare " may 
 do. From the old hulk, we used to dive 
 and fish, but there is no hole there now, 
 the channel being filled up, and the cur- 
 rent going farther east. 
 
 The county commissioners bought the 
 bridge in 1827, for about $19,250, declar- 
 ing it free to the citizens of the town, and 
 some time afterwards, it was made free 
 to every body. Very little information in 
 regard to this purchase can be obtained 
 by inquiry, or by diligent search of the 
 county records ; but it was evidently paid 
 for on long time, and in part script ; for 
 as late as June, 1833, Wm. Waddle, Uncle 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 123 
 
 of the late Doctor William Waddle, as 
 administrator of John Waddle, received 
 $2000 in part payment of two shares, 
 Wm. Carson $1000 in part payment of 
 one share, and Alex. Waddle, in 1834, 
 $696.67 in full to June the 8th. 
 
 The Zanesville & Maysville Turnpike 
 was incorporated on March 7, 1839, thirty- 
 nine persons named, capital stock $600, 
 000 ; and to this Company, the bridge was 
 sold, or thought to be sold, on the 15th of 
 June, 1838, for the sum of $12,000, ''citi- 
 zens of Ross County forever to pass with- 
 out payment of toll, provided the citizens 
 pay one-fourth expenses of repairs." The 
 Zanesville & Maysville turnpike company 
 built the north abutment, and the third 
 span, and graded seventeen rods of road 
 at the north end ; and all was completed 
 in the Henry Clay campaign, in the fall 
 of 1844. 
 
 The heavy two-inch iron rods, together 
 with the spikes and nails were fashioned 
 by the trip-hammer and by hand — some 
 
1 2 4 Che-Le- Co- The. 
 
 of the rods showing several pieces of iron 
 welded together. In 1887 these rods 
 were tested by the Keystone Bridge Com- 
 pany, under the direction of Professor 
 Brown of the Ohio State University. 
 The tests showed that the ends " squeezed 
 almost flat — more like lead — they bent 
 1 80° without cracks or open scarfs at bend." 
 Cloninger & Co., an old firm in Pittsburgh, 
 furnished the iron ; and George Haynes 
 the grandfather of the family living in the 
 county, did most of the blacksmith work. 
 It is said that he afterwards boasted that 
 he had made twelve cents a lick. He 
 made wrought nails also, and sold them 
 at twenty-five cents per pound, and turned 
 out ten pounds per day. 
 
 The bridge stood the wear and tear of 
 weather and floods with few repairs until 
 1863. A flood then brought down a big 
 Sycamore tree, roots and all, which lodged 
 on the square face of the second pier, caus- 
 ing the rushing waters to undermine its up 
 stream end, until it settled westward about 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 125 
 
 sixteen inches, of course carrying the super- 
 structure in that direction. In conse- 
 quence of this, on December 11, 1863, 
 the county commissioners ordered Wm. 
 Welsh, a member of the board, to employ a 
 civil engineer, and to report damages ; " It 
 is pronounced unsafe, and the title to the 
 bridge unsettled, same is ordered rebuilt 
 at expense of county ; not releasing the 
 Zanesville & Maysville Turnpike to pay 
 its three-fourths liability." Major Welsh 
 and Lewis T. Sifford, engineer and 
 county surveyor, built a coffer dam, 
 pumped and removed the sand from the 
 lower end of the pier, and let it slowly and 
 carefully adjust itself to a level. With 
 lifting jacks and pulleys, they raised and 
 righted the superstructure, and repaired 
 damages. This was regarded as a piece 
 of good engineering and each received, as 
 he deserved, credit for the same, from his 
 partisans ; as one was a staunch Repub- 
 lican, and the other a rock bound Demo- 
 crat. 
 
126 Cke-Le- Co- The, 
 
 The expense of these repairs amounted 
 to $7868.60, the old material selling for 
 $400. A demand was made on the 
 Zanesville & Maysville Company to pay 
 up the three-fourths of this repair money, 
 agreeable to the supposed sale made in 
 1838. As the Company did not respond 
 promptly, Allen G. Thurman, attorney 
 for the county, jumped the slow processes 
 of the lower courts, and brought suit "in 
 mandamus " in the Supreme Court, alleg- 
 ing, that — '' Zanesville & Maysville Com- 
 pany, by an instrument filed September, 
 i860, did try to get rid of, and pretend to 
 release said bridge." The case was decided 
 against him at the December term of the 
 court in 1865. For this service he re- 
 ceived four hundred dollars, and Alfred 
 Yaple, one hundred. From this time on, 
 as no deed, though tendered, had been 
 accepted, the bridge in its old age, like 
 Japheth in his youth, went in search of a 
 father. 
 
 It is interesting to trace the efforts of 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 127 
 
 the county commissioners to get back 
 three-fourths of that repair money. 
 Judge Wm. H. Safford was employed to 
 bring suit again, and after going through 
 the lower courts, it was taken to the Su- 
 preme Court, and thrown out, in 1867, for 
 want of summons — a technicality. He 
 having been, in the meantime, elected 
 Judge of the Common Pleas, and being 
 on the bench, S. L. Wallace and Arch. 
 Mayo as attorneys for the county, brought 
 suit in the Common Pleas Court in March, 
 1870, and after motions and counter mo- 
 tions, and the law's delay, Wm. T. Mc- 
 Clintick and Amos Smith as attorneys for 
 the Turnpike, filed an answer in Novem- 
 ber, 1872, asserting among many other 
 things, that the commissioners were not 
 seized of the property they tried to convey 
 in 1838, as the toll house and the land on 
 which it stood belonged to one Joseph 
 Shepherd — and that the repairs we have 
 made on the bridge were altogether vol- 
 untary. And thus after ten years of liti- 
 
128 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 gation, the Court decides that the demurrer 
 is not well taken, and the case dismissed 
 at costs of Plaintiffs, the County. 
 
 We cannot follow all the quirks and 
 twists of the case of these subtle and con- 
 tentious lawyers, which ended in 1873, 
 but some of their claims, to you and to 
 me, seem as broad as Shepherd's '' toll 
 house" door, and as deep as the ''well" 
 that was built up in the first abutment of 
 the bridge from which travellers in early 
 days, and also the first toll-gate keeper, 
 drew water from the bottom of the river 
 for man and beast. This well was in the 
 east end of the abutment, and after the 
 bridge became free, was inclosed in Shep- 
 herd's lot, and finally abandoned and filled 
 up in the sixties. 
 
 Thus, then, we find the bridge, the 
 first long span structure of the kind 
 west of the Alleghany mountains ; it was 
 a credit to the enterprise of the founders 
 of the town, or of any time or peoples, 
 when we consider their remoteness from 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, \ 29 
 
 iron mills and skilled labor, and all of the 
 difficulties to be surmounted. It was roofed 
 with shingles, boarded up at the sides, 
 lighted only from the open ends, and by 
 two small windows, 2x4, on the east 
 side. Until after the seventies, two 
 small lanterns gave an uncertain light 
 during the night. The shade of the roof 
 and the breeze that swept through in 
 summer, were grateful to tired horse and 
 man. It was a halting-place in showers, 
 and for country girls to adjust their bon- 
 nets and back hair before entering the 
 big city — for boys to climb over the big 
 arches to the roof, and drop pebbles, and 
 shout to frighten horses and men below. 
 But when the floods came, everybody 
 from town walked or ran through to the 
 north side, to see the spread of waters for 
 a mile that came rushing over bottom 
 lands, fences, and trees ; and to listen 
 to its gurgling, as it passed under the 
 bridge, scolding the big piers as obstacles 
 to its wilful way. So far as is known, the 
 
1 30 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 bridge itself has witnessed no murder or 
 suicide, but its portals have been sprinkled 
 with the blood of many a sinner. 
 
 " It finally had to give way to modern 
 ideas and to the Iron age." Stripped of 
 its covering and floor, it was found that 
 the hard old timbers were so bound and 
 joined together, they could not be cut, 
 sawed, or wrenched apart ; so holes were 
 bored in the crown of the arches, and in 
 the middle of the lower cords, and filled 
 with coal oil, then following, as a last re- 
 sort, the fashion of the wild Indian (who 
 coming back to the scenes of his child- 
 hood had looked in wonder at its building), 
 fagots were piled up and set on fire ; thus 
 it was burned down. The Scioto Gazette 
 of August 9, 1886, says *'The north span 
 burned Saturday and the south span Mon- 
 day night, falling at twenty three minutes 
 before ten. A large crowd was present 
 as the arches falling, swayed gracefully 
 down stream. Thousands since its fall 
 have visited the site, and every one car- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 131 
 
 ried away some souvenirs — spikes, nails, 
 and pieces of wood." The spikes, nickle 
 plated, can be found in many houses, and 
 are often used as paper-weights on the 
 desks of ladies, clerks, and lawyers. 
 
 The present iron bridge was completed 
 in the fall of 1886. The old piers were 
 lengthened, and built up about two feet, 
 so that the floor of the present bridge is 
 about thirty-three feet above the usual 
 water level. During its construction, a 
 pontoon bridge, three hundred feet long, 
 was used for crossing the river at the foot 
 of Hickory Street. 
 
 Now go down there late some bright 
 July evening, and standing over the big 
 pier, face to the west, you will see a sheet 
 of light reflected from the white gravel on 
 the bar, a baby carriage, and little girls 
 in bright gowns throwing pebbles in the 
 water ; three cows knee deep, red and 
 white, with their tails switching rainbow 
 drops in the air ; the railroad train going 
 west as if running for life ; the puff of 
 
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 smoke from the power house on the bank 
 of the river, the engine at each stroke 
 sending gallons of river water to the Balti- 
 more & Ohio South Western R. R. sup- 
 ply tank half a mile away ; and farther on, 
 catch the declining sun, as his face is cut in 
 half by the range of hills on which stand 
 the houses of our dead Governors, Mc- 
 Arthur, Worthington, and Allen ; turning 
 to the northwest, you will see through the 
 vista of the sycamore trees, the smoke- 
 stack of Marfield's mill, and, in the dis- 
 tance, the '* Egypt Hills," nearer by, the 
 little log cabin, with clothes hung out to 
 dry, which housed the first ferryman in 
 1802 ; and, in the depression between the 
 long levee and the higher ground to the 
 right, a field representative of the fertility 
 of our valley. It is so covered with shocks 
 of wheat, that the load seems too much to 
 bear, and the hurrying teams and steam 
 thresher are apparently making haste to 
 get it off, lest it sink to China. Turn 
 quickly to the east, while the Norfolk & 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 
 
 ^IZ 
 
 Westerruns the long train over its iron 
 bridge, ;d you will see the base of Mount 
 Logan most in night ; then follow the 
 deep shiow as it climbs the mountain's 
 side ; theun is now lost behind the Paint 
 Creek lis, but the bald head of old 
 Logan, ill in light, will quickly nod, and 
 'Meave ti world to darkness and to you." 
 
 
 T 
 
THE METHODIST CHURH. 
 
 IN the tide of emigration to the^orth- 
 west in 1796, many Methodis were 
 to be found. Among those whoame to 
 Chillicothe I may mention Dr.Edward 
 Tiffin and his wife Mary Wonington, 
 Thomas Scott, Dr. McAdow, Thomas 
 Hinds, who built the two-stcy brick 
 house now occupied by Mrs. Pbbe Mc- 
 Kell, Hector Sanford, Dr. Willm Mc- 
 Dowell, James McClintick, John htt and 
 his relatives the Diblers, and Danl Ma- 
 deira, father of Colonel John Madea. 
 
 Having no church building,^ serices 
 were temporarily held in a log houston 
 lower Water Street. In 1807, ^ chu:h 
 was built, but, unfortunately, it was burnd 
 in 1820. Here let me quote from Bisho 
 134 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 135 
 
 Asbury's diary published in New York in 
 182 1. '' Sat. Sept. 24, 1803, at Chillicothe. 
 Preached in the State House to about ^v^ 
 hundred hearers; again in 1805 preached 
 at ChilHcothe ; entertained again by Gov. 
 Tiffin. Friday Sept. 4, 1807 came to 
 Chillicothe, and preached in our neat, 
 new house to a large congregation. On 
 Monday we opened Conference, sitting 
 till Friday noon. In 1808, I was invited 
 to spend the night under the hospitable 
 roof of General Thomas Worthington, 
 within sight of which lies the precious 
 dust of Mary Tiffin. In 1809, D^- Tiffin 
 received us kindly, and after dinner we 
 rode on to White Brown's." In 18 14, we 
 find him staying with Senator Worthing- 
 ton from the 24th to the 30th of Sept. 
 " Mrs. Worthington has taught her boys 
 and girls, servants, and children to read 
 the Holy Scriptures and they are well in- 
 structed. Neither of the heads of this 
 household have attached themselves to 
 any Church." In 1820 or thereabouts. 
 
136 Che-Le- Co- The. 
 
 Senator VVorthington joined the Metho- 
 dist Church, Mrs. Worthington had al- 
 ready become a Presbyterian, though both 
 had been brought up in the Episcopal 
 Church. Many eminent preachers have 
 been connected with the Methodist Church 
 of Chillicothe. John F. Wright occupied 
 the pulpit from 1824-5, Joseph McDowell 
 Mathews, from 1 830-1, John Miley from 
 1 84 1-2. Joseph M. Trimble served the 
 Church as stationed preacher and elder, 
 and his brother. Dr. Carey Trimble, was 
 always a prominent member, as was also 
 Presley Morris. 
 
 This second church was afterwards 
 burned, and another edifice was erected 
 on the same site, on Second Street be- 
 tween Paint and Walnut Streets on the 
 corner of the alley. It is now occupied 
 as a livery stable. The two-story brick 
 building was perfectly plain and without 
 ornament, as became a Church preaching 
 the doctrine of its great founder, Wesley. 
 The doors — double ones — with old fash- 
 
Gli7npses of Yesterday, 137 
 
 ioned latches, were in the south end ; the 
 pulpit and altar were directly opposite in 
 the north end, and a gallery ran round 
 the east, west, and south sides. The seats 
 were as plain as they well could be, and 
 the building was heated by large stoves. 
 The neat yard in front was surrounded 
 by a high board fence, and a brick paved 
 walk led up to the doors. 
 
 The congregation was very large and 
 contained some of our most prominent 
 citizens, and many great revivals resulted 
 from their labors. In these revival ser- 
 vices, the minister was always the central 
 figure, but many of the lay members were 
 in active service, and some of the attend- 
 ants will recall the kind face of old Father 
 Pleasant Thurman, as he moved about 
 among the mourners. He sat in the 
 space set apart for workers at the altar. 
 His wife was a sister of Governor Allen, 
 and was, like him, tall and slender. They 
 had two daughters, Maria, who died in 
 early womanhood, and Henrietta who 
 
138 Che-Le- Co- The. 
 
 married Mr. Reimensnyder. Their only 
 son was Allen G. Thurman, the history 
 of whose distinguished career is known to 
 every one. Dr. Joseph Dunlap, Squire 
 Thomas Orr, and Jacob S. Atwood, were 
 also prominent men in the Church. Judge 
 James McClintick was another class 
 leader. His native modesty and gentle 
 manner prevented him from taking as 
 active a part as some others, but whoever 
 looked into his benevolent countenance 
 could not fail to be impressed with the 
 thought, that religion was to him a vital 
 reality. 
 
 Mr. George Armstrong was also de- 
 voted to this his Church, and Mr. English, 
 the father of Mrs. Schutte, was one of 
 the honored veterans. The Cook family. 
 Squire John J. Robinson, Mr. John Reed, 
 Mr. Wm. McKell, Dr. McAdow, and Mr. 
 Joshua Evans were all active members. 
 
 An amusing incident used to be told of 
 the last named gentleman. He had been 
 very ill, and at an experience meeting 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 139 
 
 spoke of his feeble health, and mentioned 
 that this might be the last occasion on 
 which he would ever address them. Just 
 at this point a brother who had been 
 wrapped in his own reflections, unthink- 
 ingly uttered a loud, ** Thank God," which 
 caused the speaker to drop meekly into 
 his seat. 
 
 One of the features of the church was 
 "old Barbour," the sexton, whose stern 
 eye preserved order throughout the con- 
 gregation. He was a holy terror to the 
 thoughtless, and not a whisper or a look 
 seemed to escape his notice. 
 
 The church is gone from the old place. 
 Nearly all the worshippers of that time 
 are gone too, and though, under the new 
 regime, two handsome churches and much 
 fashionable attire have displaced the plain 
 room and sober Methodist dress, the old 
 spirit and principles will continue to live 
 in the hearts of those who have come 
 after them. 
 
TO A GROUP OF MAIDENS. 
 
 A CLUSTER beautiful and gay 
 Attired in maidenly array, 
 In satin gowns of richest sheen, 
 And radiant pearls befit a queen. 
 
 With lockets, combs, and fans galore 
 Worn by the stately dames of yore 
 
 Whose beauty, charms, and sparkling wit, 
 They, to these maidens did commit. 
 
 While looking in each sep'rate face 
 The cherished lineaments we trace, 
 
 Reveal'd in portraits on the walls 
 Of those from dear ancestral halls. 
 
 Sweet sunshine lurks in eyes and hair 
 As in dear grandmamma's so fair, 
 
 On lips and cheeks the roses glow 
 Of those who died long, long ago. 
 
 Why this forgetfulness of care 
 
 Which hovers o'er this group so fair ? 
 140 
 
STAIRWAY IN THE FULLERTOX HOMESTEAD. 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 141 
 
 Like chisell'd marble, each sweet face, 
 As sculptured flowers, steeped with grace. 
 
 O potent spirit, touch the spring, 
 
 Re-animate these souls again, 
 Wake hope and joy, in laughing eyes 
 
 And rouse them — from their reveries ! 
 
THE ACADEMY. 
 
 EARLY in the century, the ChilHco- 
 the Academy had a name and a 
 place. Its founders wished to make it a 
 first class institution of its kind, and of 
 sufficient proportion to accommodate a 
 great number of students, and to this end 
 they secured a large plot of ground on 
 South Paint Street, and located the build- 
 ing in the centre of the block. It was a 
 beautiful site, and the house erected was 
 quite an ornament to the town ; few pub- 
 lic buildings in any of the adjacent towns 
 could compare with it. 
 
 The Academy was two stories in height, 
 
 seventy or seventy-five feet long by forty 
 
 or forty-five feet wide, surmounted by a 
 
 cupola or dome, in which was hung a 
 
 142 
 
Glifnpscs of Yesterday, 1 43 
 
 good sized bell. The stories were sub- 
 divided into recitation rooms ; the room 
 above the entrance was used for the ap- 
 paratus intended for scientific studies. 
 This was very good, and consisted of 
 large celestial and terrestrial globes, an 
 orrery or planetarium, a fine, large tele- 
 scope, other smaller instruments, and sev- 
 eral maps. 
 
 The result of erecting such a building 
 was soon apparent in the increased num- 
 ber of people attracted to the town, mak- 
 ing it their abode for life. Our fathers 
 had no such end in view, however, when 
 they built the Academy, it was simply an 
 evidence of the estimate they put upon 
 education. 
 
 Many of those who graduated from this 
 seat of learning, in after life attained to 
 eminence and occupied high places in the 
 halls of Congress, the Legislature, the 
 Judiciary, and other prominent offices ; 
 others entered the different professions, 
 and still others became honorable and 
 
1 44 Che-L e- Co- The, 
 
 useful merchants, mechanics, and husband- 
 men. 
 
 Some of those who were fast friends of 
 the Academy, and who gave countenance 
 to it as long as they lived, were the 
 Creightons, the Walkes, Waddles, Ren- 
 icks, McCoys, McClinticks, Carsons, 
 Fullertons, Thurmans, McLandburghs, 
 McArthurs, Worthingtons, Douglasses, 
 Jameses, McDougals, Robinsons, Mc- 
 Leans, Gilmores, and hosts of others too 
 numerous to mention. The Academy con- 
 tinued to prosper for some time after its 
 completion, and its founders could boast 
 with pride of its success. The early teach- 
 ers were then exchanged for others, and the 
 Rev. Mr. McFarland took charge of the 
 classical department. He held the posi- 
 tion for some time, yielding it at length 
 to Mr. Claybaugh, pastor of the Associate 
 Reformed Church. The, largest room in 
 the building was reserved for those who 
 were studying the English language, and 
 under the superintendence of Mr. D. W. 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 145 
 
 Hearn, the classes were brought forward 
 from the elementary to the higher grades. 
 
 Webster's Spelling Book, Walker's Dic- 
 tionary, Morse's Geography, Pike's Arith- 
 metic, Murray's Grammar, and other books 
 of like character were used for years, but 
 are now displaced by those of a different 
 style, more modern, in fact, though prob- 
 ably no better suited to make good schol- 
 ars than those of the olden time. The 
 outlook of those educational works did 
 not extend much beyond the time of their 
 publication, or shed light upon the changes 
 likely to occur in the world's history, not 
 even in that of our own country. They 
 seem to have expected that the Missis- 
 sippi would be always the western bound- 
 ary of the United States, and all beyond 
 that was the great Western Desert ; per- 
 haps it never entered into the head of 
 Mr. Hearn that there could be anything 
 different ; if so, he never taught his pupils 
 to expect a change. 
 
 The school hours in summer were from 
 
1 46 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 eight o'clock in the morning until six in 
 the afternoon, allowing one hour for in- 
 termission at noon, and fifteen minutes 
 recess in the morning and afternoon. The 
 noon hour was always improved by Mr. 
 Hearn in writing copies in the copy-books 
 of the scholars, and in making pens for 
 their use, out of quills, with the very 
 sharp pen-knife he always carried. From 
 early morning to late in the evening, he 
 continued the recitations ; his was a hercu- 
 lean task as he was obliged to adapt him- 
 self to such a variety of minds, and to so 
 many different studies ; graded schools 
 had not then dawned on the school-mas- 
 ter, but the faithfulness of his labor is 
 shown in the results which followed, as 
 well as in the pride with which many have 
 proclaimed that their education was ac- 
 quired in the old Academy. 
 
 In Mr. Hearn's time, the old proverb 
 was the first article of faith of a compe- 
 tent instructor, and his pupils were not 
 spoiled by being spared the rod ; he kept 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 147 
 
 a goodly supply of rods on his desk, and 
 well knew how to apply them. Mr. 
 Hearn in his early years was very quick- 
 tempered, and when excited, his punish- 
 ments were apt to be severe — in the 
 present day they would be called cruel. 
 In person he was tall and slender, with 
 very dark hair and complexion ; his ex- 
 pression was severe, though he had a 
 gentle voice and a smooth manner, which 
 were rather at variance with his reputa- 
 tion. He had a wart or mole on his 
 forehead, just above his nose, that was 
 almost as large as a good sized straw- 
 berry, and the boys insisted that they 
 could tell when he was losing his temper 
 and that the mole would change color 
 and become very red. This may have 
 been imaginary, but the boys believed it 
 firmly. In the later years of his life his 
 disposition was very much changed ; he 
 gained such control over his temper that 
 he became pleasant and even affable, — 
 and was often seen on the playgrounds 
 
1 48 Che-Le- Co- The. 
 
 witnessing the sport of the boys and 
 girls, and encouraging them in their 
 wrestHng and racing. 
 
 Space being no object, what magnifi- 
 cent grounds for play and exercise were 
 afforded the scholars ! Boys and girls in 
 city schools can have no idea of the size 
 of playgrounds given to youngsters in 
 early times. Baseball was unknown then, 
 but ** town ball " was one of the favorite 
 sports of the boys. '* Fives" was another 
 game that was exceedingly popular, and 
 as soon as school was over, the ball was 
 kept in continual motion until dark, and 
 sometimes later. 
 
 Oftentimes, young men from town 
 would stroll down to the Academy, and 
 assist the students in their plays and 
 sports, and the gratification of the boy of 
 the olden time, fully equalled that of the 
 present day, when honored with such 
 notice from those of maturer years. Of 
 *' the boys," very few are left, but to the 
 remnant, those days are still most bright, 
 
Gli7npses of Yesterday, 149 
 
 most golden to look back upon. Time has 
 long since eliminated all that was hard or 
 disagreeable, and, "■ Oh, don't you remem- 
 ber the school, Ben Bolt," never fails to 
 awaken a responsive thrill in at least one 
 of the hearts that beat in *' The Old 
 Academy." 
 
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 ^:Ca<^^&Epi 
 
 
 ^<^^>0: 
 
 THE THIRD PRESBYTERIAN 
 CHURCH. 
 
 THE Associate Reform Church was 
 organized in 1806, its first Session 
 being composed of James Taylor, Hugh 
 Ghormley, and Wm. Carson ; the first 
 trustees consisted of Humphrey Fullerton 
 and John McLandburgh. The distin- 
 guishing features of this organization 
 were *' the exclusive use of the Psalms of 
 David in the worship of God without the 
 accompaniment of any musical instrument," 
 a disapproval of human slavery as prac- 
 tised in this land, and " close " communion. 
 The first house of worship was a plain 
 structure known as the Bank Alley 
 Church, because its entrance was from 
 the Bank alley — the same that is now the 
 eastern boundary of the Masonic Opera 
 150 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 1 5 1 
 
 House. It was much like the other 
 churches of that day, except that to the 
 high pulpit above the minister's head was 
 added a sounding board, which enabled 
 the congregation to hear distinctly every 
 word he uttered. This pulpit was a two- 
 story structure painted white, and was so 
 high that the preacher could easily touch 
 the ceiling ; there were two chandeliers in 
 the middle aisle made of tin, and arranged 
 with branches for holding six tallow 
 candles each ; two smaller ones hung 
 near the pulpit. 
 
 Regular services were maintained from 
 the time of organization, though the first 
 pastor, the Rev. Samuel Crothers, was 
 not installed until 181 1 ; he was succeeded 
 to the pastorate by the Rev. Joseph Clay- 
 baugh. As they had educated the latter 
 for the ministry, when the pulpit became 
 vacant, their choice naturally fell upon 
 him, and as he was greatly beloved, much 
 sorrow was felt when he accepted a Chair 
 of Theology at Miami University. 
 
152 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 The Bank Alley Church was abandoned 
 in 1832 for a new edifice on Main Street, 
 the site of the present church. In this 
 church there was quite a space between 
 the pulpit and the pews, which w^as used 
 for the communion tables ; before the 
 service these were stretched across the 
 space, and were covered with long snowy 
 cloths of the finest damask. Each mem- 
 ber of the church was expected to attend 
 preparatory service, at which time small 
 leaden '* tokens " were distributed to those 
 who were to commune, and on coming to 
 the tables on the Sabbath these were 
 given as evidence of their eligibility. 
 
 Miss Baskerville was a notable figure 
 in the old days, as she walked with stately 
 steps to one of the front seats. 
 
 In her love of fresh air, she annoyed 
 Mr. Hearne by opening the window. He 
 would arise and close it. She invariably 
 opened it again, until, finally, the trustees 
 ended the dissension, by inserting a tin 
 pane, with hinges, which the lady could 
 open at will. 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 153 
 
 This edifice was demolished to make 
 way for a handsome Gothic structure, 
 which was built in 1850, and was des- 
 troyed by fire on April 2, 1857. The 
 walls were so substantial, that, having 
 an insurance of $7000 which Mr. Mc- 
 Cague had placed on the building at his 
 own expense, the congregation rebuilt 
 on the same plan, using the old walls. 
 
 In 1843, the Rev. Wm. Finley was 
 called to the Church ; he was beloved 
 by the whole community and was princi- 
 pal of the Academy in its palmy days. 
 He was succeeded by the Rev. Wm. H. 
 Prestley, and during his ministry, the 
 Church, which had been generally, though 
 erroneously, known as the '' Seceder 
 Church," decided to withdraw from the 
 United Presbyterian Synod and to join the 
 Synod of the Old School Church. This 
 was done in 1868. The Session consisted 
 of the Rev. Prestley, Thos. Ghormley, 
 Peter Platter, Joseph W. McCague, James 
 T. Bonner, and James Thompson. 
 
 Mr. Prestley accepted a call to a west- 
 
154 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 ern church in 1875, and was followed by 
 J. O. Pierce ; he in turn was succeeded 
 by the Rev. Robert Galbreath, the pres- 
 ent pastor of the church. 
 
 The old people are gone ! The Plat- 
 ters, the McLandburghs, the Welshs, 
 the Fullertons, the Carsons, Bonners, 
 McDowells, Johnsons, McCommons, 
 Taggarts, Mr. Hearn, Miss Baskerville, 
 the Dicksons and many others. All are 
 gone — and though others fill their places, 
 and new faces are seen In their accustomed 
 pews, their memory is fondly cherished 
 and many a heart recalls tenderly and 
 lovingly the noble men and women who 
 loved that church in '' the days that are 
 no more." 
 
MARY BASKERYILLE, 
 
m^mmm 
 
 MISS BASKERVILLE. 
 
 ASIDE from parental guidance, per- 
 haps no greater educational influ- 
 ence was exerted in the Chillicothe of 
 old, than by Miss Baskerville, in the little 
 schoolhouse where she held birchen sway 
 over three generations of girlhood. 
 
 Miss Baskerville never confided her 
 personal history to her acquaintances at 
 large, consequently, little is known be- 
 yond the fact that she, a young Vir- 
 ginian, came alone to Chillicothe, and 
 established a school for young girls and 
 children ; perhaps she was actuated more 
 by caprice than by necessity ; but for 
 more than half a century she lived in the 
 community, with a name above reproach, 
 honored by the respect of all, and by 
 155 
 
156 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 the affectionate regard of many. With 
 a character strongly marked by eccen- 
 tricity, she was yet full of earnest, noble 
 purpose, and was faithful in the discharge 
 of every duty ; she was religious, but 
 without bigotry or ostentation. Though 
 of Huguenot descent, as her name indi- 
 cates, she was yet most proud of the 
 Pocahontas blood which mingled with 
 that of her French ancestry. 
 
 Her old pupils could well remember 
 the visits of Captain Johnny, an Indian 
 Chief, to whom she always showed the 
 greatest deference and courtesy. He and 
 his followers never went away empty 
 handed, but bore as gifts to the papooses 
 of his tribe, ownerless school-books, and 
 many a glittering gewgaw. Those care- 
 less girls, who thought more of comfort 
 than of complexion and discarded the 
 hated sun-bonnets, will especially remem- 
 ber the threat of being sent with Captain 
 Johnny to join the aforesaid papooses. 
 
 Miss Baskerville was thorough in all 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 1 5 7 
 
 she attempted ; in spelling, reading, and 
 writing she had no equal as a teacher ; 
 she began with the infant novice at her 
 knee, and pointed on the outspread 
 primer from Antelope to Zebra. 
 
 Innovation she could not tolerate — 
 Noah Webster, as the mutilator of his 
 mother tongue, was her abomination ; 
 Walker's Dictionary, Pickett's Spelling 
 Book, Murray's Grammar, Pike's Arith- 
 metic, Adam's Geography, Blair's Rhet- 
 oric, Ty tier's History, with Milton for 
 parsing ; — these were her text-books, in 
 addition to the good old English reader, 
 with its introduction and sequel. 
 
 Propriety of dress and deportment, she 
 also carefully inculcated ; with what pro- 
 phetic vision she congratulated or pitied 
 the prospective husbands of these incipient 
 housewives. In her mind's eye, she could 
 see the dusty furniture, unswept hearth, 
 and ill-cooked dinner, presided over by an 
 unkempt mistress, and again in another 
 household, perhaps the broom would be 
 
158 Che-Le- Co- The. 
 
 covertly hiding its hastily gathered treas- 
 ures behind a convenient door. 
 
 Her own perfect needle-work made her 
 intolerant of failure in others, and when 
 forbidden thread knots were discovered, 
 no tears could save the guilty little seam- 
 stress, stitch by stitch it must be all 
 ripped ; or if too long a thread was taken, 
 the blunder was exaggerated, and a school- 
 mate appointed to carry the needle back 
 and forth at each stitch with its six feet 
 length of thread ; in fact, ridicule was one 
 of her most powerful weapons, which she 
 wielded not only against her pupils, but 
 over their innocent shoulders she casti- 
 gated the faults and follies of society at 
 large. 
 
 In person Miss Baskerville was tall, 
 erect, and majestic ; she realized in her 
 air and costume the ideal of the Maiden 
 Queen ; she always wore the Elizabethan 
 ruff, and close clustering curls, and surely 
 Queen Bess never sat her throne more 
 majestically than our stately schooldame 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 159 
 
 the simple, high-backed chair whence she 
 governed her little realm ; her step of 
 dignified precision gained effect from the 
 high-heeled and buckled shoes that she 
 always wore ; her dress, winter and sum- 
 mer, was of purest white, unrelieved, save 
 by confining belt and buckle and the 
 dependent chain and seals of her heavy 
 gold watch. 
 
 The new-fangled words " recess," "• term," 
 and "■ vacation" were not in her vocabu- 
 lary — she taught by the old-fashioned 
 *' quarter," with holidays only on Christ- 
 mas or the Fourth of July. 
 
 The daily routine of six hours was 
 broken only by the noon intermission, 
 long or short, according to the season, 
 and sometimes she sent weary little crea- 
 tures to be refreshed by a frolic on "the 
 green " (as she always called the grass 
 plot). 
 
 No copper-plate relieved this untiring 
 teacher ; home-made copy-books of fools- 
 cap paper were daily ruled by her, and 
 
1 60 Che-Le- Co- The. 
 
 copies set in her own beautiful *' round 
 hand " characters ; the oil goose-quill she 
 made and mended between the recitations, 
 and such was her skill in this department, 
 that her old scholars often came to have 
 her trim the goose-quill which wafted their 
 first love letter ; such a missive she was 
 never known to send, though her favorite 
 reward offered to good girls, was a jesting 
 promise that they might go to her wed- 
 ding. 
 
 The little frame school-house on Second 
 Street had, originally, two rooms and a 
 porch. The two rooms were thrown into 
 one, having a fireplace at each end ; the 
 south fireplace was furnished with a 
 Franklin stove, which in winter was filled 
 with blazing hickory logs, and in summer 
 with blooming flowers ; in the north end 
 of the room stood the little mahogany 
 table, at which Miss Baskerville sat, facing 
 rows of benches, which held her two score 
 of scholars. 
 
 On one side of the fireplace was the 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. i6i 
 
 deep wood closet ; on the other an old 
 dresser held copy-books, cracked slates, 
 and various waifs and strays ; under the 
 four western windows was extended the 
 writing-desk ; on the opposite wall was a 
 double row of pegs, on which hung the 
 shawls and sunbonnets ; on the triangular 
 shelf behind the back door stood a veri- 
 table oaken bucket, always filled with cool 
 water ; to fill this pail was a privilege 
 accorded in turn to the frolic-loving girls. 
 To hold the door open, and to serve as a 
 whetstone for slate pencils, was a piece of 
 boulder that lay in the same corner for 
 thirty years. 
 
 Two of Miss Baskerville's contempo- 
 raries were eminent members of the bar ; 
 they were as unique as herself, living, too, 
 in a state of single blessedness and both 
 were avowed woman-haters. She amused 
 herself and annoyed them by quoting 
 them on the most trivial occasions, and by 
 holding their pretended opinion in ter- 
 rorum over her school, — ** What would 
 
1 6 2 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 Mr. Leonard say ? " or '* What would 
 Judge Grimke think?" she frequently 
 asked about things of which they would 
 never have deigned to speak or even to 
 think. 
 
 Uncle Billy, an aged negro, was Miss 
 Baskerville's factotum. He cut and split 
 the logs, carried the keys, made fires in 
 winter, and the garden in summer. The 
 loft was the abode of a traditionary ghost, 
 of which Uncle Billy stood in wholesome 
 awe, but venturesome girls, in their ex- 
 plorations of the spirit household, found 
 nothing save ancient tin-ware and used 
 up brooms. 
 
 Stern and dictatorial as Miss Basker- 
 ville was usually, she sometimes disclosed 
 a deep well of tender feeling, unsuspected 
 by the careless observer. One summer 
 afternoon, a messenger came suddenly to 
 the porch, and announced that William 
 Sterrett was drowned ; Miss Baskerville's 
 first start of incredulity and afterburst of 
 grief are indescribable. The drowned 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 163 
 
 boy was the only and beloved son of the 
 household In which was her home. At 
 her command, given in a broken voice, her 
 little flock glided out quietly and left her 
 alone ; when she met them again, she was 
 clad in the first black dress they had ever 
 seen her wear, and her manner was sub- 
 dued into a soft tenderness, as unusual as 
 her garb. 
 
 In her later years, Miss Baskerville 
 stood almost alone, her old friends had 
 nearly all passed into the great Hereafter, 
 leaving her to the sympathy of a new 
 generation, who could not know her true 
 merits and real worth ; but her memory 
 will live in the annals of the old metrop- 
 olis, not only as an instructress of youth, 
 but as one of the characters, who, by her 
 own distinctive quality was thrown into 
 bold relief upon the smooth surface of 
 society. 
 
A MEMORY. 
 
 *' The mossy marbles rest 
 On the lips that he has prest 
 In their bloom — 
 And the names he loved to hear 
 Have been carved for many a year 
 On the tomb." 
 
 WHEN the pathos of Holmes's Ljist 
 Leaf first sank into my heart, 
 its quaint description touched a hidden 
 spring, the golden gates of memory 
 swung back, and allowed a vision of the 
 **real time," when things are always just 
 what they seem. The time when realities 
 are all wonders, and wonders are all reali- 
 ties ; when Cinderellas and Princes are 
 every-day sort of people, and glass slip- 
 pers, pumpkin coaches, and fairy god- 
 mothers might be met with at any time. 
 164 
 
I i i 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 165 
 
 Through these open portals, a long vista 
 of sunshiny street is disclosed (in Mem- 
 ory's land it is always sunshine) and a 
 square, substantial house with a high board 
 fence enclosing an orchard, where blossom- 
 ing trees wafted sweet odors, or showered 
 shell-like petals on the passer-by. 
 I The board yard next becomes visible, 
 with its high piles of planks, and the little 
 low house at the end, with one or two 
 chairs hospitably placed at the door, and 
 rarely unoccupied. The tavern beyond, 
 with its sign on a high pole, and a tiny 
 cupola on top, wherein dwelt the brisk 
 little bell, which three times a day rang 
 out its call, '' ding-a-dong," with a marked 
 emphasis on the '^ dong'' 
 
 This was the scene, — but memory scarce 
 shows a picture which was merely a land- 
 scape, and, still peeping through the door- 
 way, I behold an elderly gentleman, of 
 stiff and stately mien, his immobile face 
 most granite and sphinx-like, striding 
 along, looking neither to the right nor to 
 
1 66 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 the left, taking no apparent pleasure in 
 the stroll, but since he had elected to 
 walk, walking solemnly and slowly, until 
 the proper amount of exercise had been 
 taken. His nearly white hair was brushed 
 smoothly back around his head, his face, 
 long, thin, sallow, with pronounced fea- 
 tures and eyes that looked always straight 
 ahead, was clean shaven. A stiff white 
 neck-cloth encircled his throat in volu- 
 minous folds, the ends tied in a most pre- 
 cise little bow. The swallow-tailed coat, 
 the gloved hands held stiffly straight to his 
 sides, and strapped pantaloons were guilt- 
 less of crease or wrinkles, and his whole 
 appearance was so stiff, so mechanical, so 
 wooden, as to resemble one of those fig- 
 ures whose jerky motions are governed by 
 machinery. 
 
 There is a sort of Greek chorus in 
 Memory's land which produces an impres- 
 sion, although one has not the faintest 
 idea of the source from which it emanates ; 
 in some such mysterious manner, the 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 167 
 
 knowledge reached me that this was 
 Judge Grimke ; the same mysterious powder 
 Informed me that he was beloved of Miss 
 Baskerville's soul, a marvel never ques- 
 tioned In that far-off land. 
 
 A few paces behind Judge Grimke, In 
 equally slow and stately fashion, walked 
 another figure, so exactly like the first, as 
 to be rather startling at first sight ; until 
 a second glance revealed the likeness to be 
 merely in dress and general appearance. 
 The second figure was a light colored 
 man, whose grizzled hair and slender 
 figure, clad In cast-off garments of his mas- 
 ter, — and, perhaps, an unconscious imita- 
 tion of the manner of his superior, — gave, 
 at first glance, an idea of a dopp el-ganger, 
 or a shadow taking tangible form and 
 uncannily following in the footsteps of Its 
 principal. Harvey Hawes was the second 
 figure, and report said that this servant 
 had followed his master's fortunes, when, 
 maddened by the desertion of his prom- 
 ised wife, he shook the dust of his native 
 
1 68 Cke-Le- Co- The. 
 
 place from his feet, and wandered forth a 
 despiser of the fair sex, a woman-hater as 
 he was known, to the time of his death. 
 Tradition said he would never look on 
 a woman's face, not even the face of a 
 little girl ; but I have heard of some small 
 maidens in the long ago, upon whom he 
 bestowed some notice, even jocosely al- 
 luding to his admirer. Miss Baskerville, 
 being likely to visit tardy pupils with her 
 wrath. That he was wholly unimpres- 
 sionable, I am sure, for when two girls, 
 whose lovely flower-like faces alone would 
 have compelled a second look from an 
 ordinary observer, passed him in his 
 tramp, and one roguishly dropped her 
 kerchief, " just to see what he would do," 
 he marched stiffly on as though seeing 
 neither the dainty cambric nor the fair 
 maidens, thus leaving to the winsome 
 owner the unaccustomed task of picking 
 up her own handkerchief. 
 
 Memory has a kaleidoscopic fashion of 
 sometimes shifting the actors without dis- 
 turbing the stage setting, and in one such 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 1 69 
 
 magical change, the Httle procession van- 
 ishes ; while down the roadway of the 
 sunshiny street, the same figure appears 
 astride a horse ; the same stiff stateliness 
 and unbending dignity characterize the 
 horseman that appeared in the pedes- 
 trian ; no more apparent pleasure in the 
 ride than in the walk ; no more interest 
 in the surroundings ; gently ambling on- 
 ward, the horse bears his stately rider 
 beyond my ken. A last quiver of the sun- 
 light; a last shower of the falling blossoms, 
 and the golden gates of memory softly close. 
 I do not know why the hidden spring 
 was touched by the poem, for he had no 
 *' three-cornered hat " nor '* knee-breeches 
 and all that," only, he was so queer, and 
 perchance the thought of a lonely, love- 
 less old age completed the semblance of 
 The Last Leaf, 
 
 " And if I should live to be 
 The last leaf upon the tree 
 In the Spring, 
 
 Let some smile, as I do now. 
 On the old forgotten bough, 
 Where I cling." 
 
ST. PAUL'S EPISCOPAL CHURCH. 
 
 AS the history of this church bears 
 relation to the whole diocese of 
 Ohio, being one of the earliest, and most 
 influential in the State, the founding of 
 it possesses more than common interest. 
 Finding that its history embraces a term 
 of nearly eighty years, I shall give most 
 prominence to the first period, that part 
 being most appropriate for this Centen- 
 nial year. For sources of information I 
 have the Record of the Vestry, from its 
 incipience to the present time, and some 
 recent conversations with Miss Jane Luck- 
 ett, whose acquaintance with the rectors 
 and earliest members of the parish fur- 
 nishes interesting items not otherwise 
 obtainable. 
 
 170 
 
ST. Paul's church, 1821. 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 171 
 
 On the 24th of April, 181 7, divine ser- 
 vice was conducted in the Court House 
 by the Rev. Roger Searle of St. Peter's 
 Church, Plymouth, Conn., after which a 
 number of citizens met at the house of 
 Mr. Richard Douglas, to take steps to 
 establish a Protestant Episcopal Church. 
 The constitution of the church was read 
 and adopted. The Rev. R. Searle was 
 appointed to the chair, and Edward King, 
 secretary. A resolution was then passed 
 to unite themselves into a congregation 
 by the name of St. Paul's Church, Chilli- 
 cothe, for the worship and service of God, 
 according to the regulations of said Epis- 
 copal Church. 
 
 Signed : 
 
 Levin Belt, William Key Bond, 
 
 Thomas James, John Woodbridge, 
 
 J. Barnes, William R. Southward, 
 
 Isaac Evans, Richard Douglas, 
 
 Henry Brush, David McComb, 
 
 Edward King, Robert Kercheval. 
 
1 7 2 Cke-Le- Co- The, 
 
 Previous to the appointment of a rec- 
 tor, services were conducted by '' Reading 
 Clerks," who were duly appointed. 
 
 At a meeting in 1819, delegates to at- 
 tend a convention at Worthington were 
 appointed. Dr. E. Tiffin was called to 
 the chair, and David Grier was chosen 
 secretary ; the Reading Clerks for the 
 year were Henry Brush, William Key 
 Bond, Edward King, and Richard Dou- 
 glas. Dr. Tiffin performed the duties of 
 public divine worship, at the request of 
 the vestry. If we could have kept him 
 with us, we might have had his grand- 
 daughters among our " Marthas and 
 Marys," as they are active members in 
 the Methodist church to-day. 
 
 April, 1820, Lodge-room Committee, 
 Richard Douglas, Henry Jack, and John 
 Callet, appointed to contract for building 
 a church on Walnut Street. Lot pur- 
 chased of Henry Jack for three hundred 
 dollars. "On the 12th day of September, 
 1 82 1, said building on Walnut Street, 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, i 73 
 
 Chillicothe, was, by the Right Rev. Phil- 
 ander Chase, Bishop of Ohio, aided by 
 the Rev. Intrepid Morse, and the Rev. 
 Ezra B. Kellogg, of the same church, 
 duly consecrated, by the name of St. 
 Paul's Church of Chillicothe, County of 
 Ross, and State of Ohio, set apart from 
 all ordinary and secular uses, unto the 
 peculiar honor and worship of Almighty 
 God, according to the liturgy, and offices, 
 rubrics, and canons, of the Protestant 
 Episcopal Church of the United States of 
 America." In 1822 — Resolved that the 
 members become a corporate body, for 
 which, petition was presented to the leg- 
 islature, and passed into a law. 
 
 A slight sketch may not be amiss of 
 some of the founders of this church, of 
 whose families none now remain in the 
 parish. 
 
 Judge Levin Belt, from Washington 
 City, was a notable churchman. On the 
 occasion of Bishop Chase's officiating in 
 the Court House, and in default of a 
 
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 vestry-room, he held a large bandana 
 handkerchief, In front of the Bishop, while 
 he donned the Episcopal robes. There 
 are many charming anecdotes told of him 
 which are not in order here. His second 
 daughter, Elizabeth, married Henry Bu- 
 chanan, a member of our vestry, who 
 removed to Portsmouth, and became an 
 active member of Dr. Burr's church. 
 David McComb married Mary, daughter 
 of Governor Worthington, and removed 
 to Florida. Robert Kercheval married 
 Margaret, daughter of General McArthur. 
 and removed to Darby. Colonel Bond, a 
 devout churchman, married Miss Strong, 
 and with his family was prominent in this 
 church. His wife led the singing in the 
 Court House and in the first church edi- 
 fice. He afterwards removed to Cincin- 
 nati. Mr. Wm. R. Southward married 
 Mary Buchanan, and removed to Bain- 
 bridge. 
 
 Col. Henry Brush figured in the war 
 of t8i2 or in some Indian battles. He 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 175 
 
 lived with two maiden sisters in the 
 two-story brick house, now occupied by 
 Eichenlaub's bakery. They were all at- 
 tentive church members. His sisters, 
 Zayde and Mary, were after the pattern 
 of the ladles of Cranford, punctilious in 
 the performance of all their duties of 
 church, home, and society. Many were 
 the prayer meetings and "circles" held in 
 that house. The Colonel was a model of 
 courtesy and kindness. 
 
 Thomas James, a prominent and lib- 
 eral churchman, with his large family, was 
 regular in attendance at church services 
 and influential In church work. Abraham 
 G. Claypoole, long a church warden and 
 vestryman, was from Philadelphia, then 
 the emporium of the country. I have 
 heard my mother say, that ** the Claypoole 
 family introduced many pleasant customs 
 in our new Western society." Mr. Clay- 
 poole, returned to Philadelphia. Edward 
 King, an accomplished scholar, married 
 Sarah, daughter of Governor Worthing- 
 
1 7 6 Che-L e- Co- The, 
 
 ton, and removed to Cincinnati. J. Barnes 
 and Isaac Evans also moved away. Of 
 the other founders of the church, Richard 
 Douglas, and John Woodbridge, the fam- 
 ilies are still residents and parishioners 
 here. 
 
 Rev. Ezra B. Kellogg was the first 
 rector of the parish from, 1822 to 1825. 
 He married Miss Brush. The Rev. John 
 Bausman, was the second rector, from 
 1827 to 1832. During those four years, 
 John Bailadre, Ira Delano, James S. 
 Swearengen, Peter Leister, Thomas Orr, 
 and E. P. Kendrick, were vestrymen. 
 At a meeting called at '* early candle 
 light" an effort was made to sell the 
 church on Walnut Street, and to build a 
 larger one. Mr. Bausman was greatly 
 beloved and revered for his piety and 
 zeal. 
 
 In 1833, Bishop Mcllvaine, appointed 
 a day of fasting and prayer, because of 
 the prevalence of cholera. The Rev. Ed- 
 ward W. Peet took charge of the parish, 
 
BISHOP MCILVAINl 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. i 'j'] 
 
 in 1833. Services were held for a time in 
 the Court House. On September 5, 
 1834, Bishop Mcllvaine, consecrated the 
 church building on Main Street, by the 
 name of St. Paul's Church. This was in 
 the second year of his consecration. Dr. 
 Peet was the first minister, and his was 
 the first marriage solemnized in that 
 church. He married Sarah Creighton, 
 the Rev. Preston of Columbus officiating. 
 There were forty-two marriages, under 
 his ministry in Chillicothe, of which he 
 wrote, many years after, — " As I review 
 the names of those remembered and loved, 
 living and dead, I find relief in sadness, 
 joy, and tears. — Written in my seventy- 
 second year, Chapel of Saint George's 
 Church, New York." 
 
 During Dr. Peet's ministry, John Scott, 
 of Virginia an aged communicant, died in 
 1840. He was the father of John C, 
 Charles, Gustavus, Elizabeth, and Mary 
 Anne, the wife of Wm. B. Franklin, 
 Ellen, who married Mr. Doddridge ; Wil- 
 
178 Che-Le-Co-The. 
 
 liam, who married Miss Florence and re- 
 moved to Darby, and Harriet who married 
 the Rev. Dr. Thomas Woodrow. 
 
 In 1836, a committee was appointed to 
 raise a fund to erect a tower on the church. 
 The sexton was ordered not to allow foot 
 stoves to be filled from the furnace. Miss 
 Mary Davenport was to be drawn on for 
 twelve dollars and fifty cents to pay Morris 
 O'Free. 
 
 Miss Davenport was very useful to the 
 parish. She attended to the rector's robes, 
 to the Geneva bands of fine linen which 
 were then worn, the Communion service, 
 the sexton's work, and the cutting and giv- 
 ing out of work at St. Paul's " Circle," which 
 met at private houses every week in winter, 
 and was a source of quite a revenue, be- 
 sides being very delightful socially. Mrs. 
 Peter Douglas, Miss Ellen Buchanan, and 
 Mrs. Houghton did fine work. Infants' 
 christening robes were made, and shirt 
 collars were engaged by the gentlemen. 
 They were finely stitched and sold at fifty 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 1 79 
 
 cents each. Miss Davenport Inspected 
 the work rigidly, and was jestingly called 
 *' Major." She was of commanding pres- 
 ence. 
 
 Dr. Peet and the Rev. Erastus Burr 
 had been classmates ; they had entered 
 the ministry about the same time and 
 were good comrades. Dr. Burr related 
 to me, with his indulgent smile, an inci- 
 dent which illustrated their friendship. 
 During the great Harrison campaign in 
 1840, when Harrison was in Chillicothe, 
 Dr. Burr came up from Portsmouth. He 
 went in search of his friend, whom he 
 found in his study preparing a sermon 
 with knitted brow. As soon as Dr. Peet 
 caught sight of Dr. Burr he sprang over 
 the table to greet him, and said, ''You '11 
 preach for me Sunday." Dr. Burr said, 
 '' No, I 'm to be in Worthington," then, 
 "but if you '11 go there, agreed," and off 
 they went arm in arm to the Market 
 House, where the ladies were preparing 
 for the great Harrison dinner, the central 
 
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 ornament of the table being a log cabin 
 built of bars of corn pone. 
 
 This brings me to the time of the Rev. 
 James B. Britton, in May, 1842. The 
 Parish was very flourishing under Mr. 
 Britton. In those days everybody went 
 to church twice on Sunday and to lecture 
 on Wednesday, and every pew was filled. 
 In the pew of the left aisle sat Mr. Thomas 
 Miller, Mrs. Ireland, Mr. Skerrett and fam- 
 ily, Colonel Madeira, Mr. John Wood and 
 his four sons and daughter, Mr. Denning, 
 Mr. John Woodbridge, Mr. Gilmore and 
 family. In front, on the opposite side, 
 were Colonel Bond, Mr. Kendrick, Judge 
 Reeves, and the McArthurs. On the 
 east side were the pews of Colonel Swear- 
 engen, Mr. Luckett, John Marfield, Wil- 
 liam Creighton, Mr. James, Richard 
 Douglas, Dr. Watts, and Mr. Stewart. 
 In front was the rectory pew, and Mr. S. 
 W. Ely's. The young men's pew was a 
 little back. In it sat Colonel Taylor, 
 whom all remember for his polite, court- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. i8i 
 
 eous manners. At one time three others 
 sat with him, one of whom was Lieutenant 
 Ewell, afterwards a distinguished Con- 
 federate general, successor to Stonewall 
 Jackson. There were also the pews of 
 Dr. Foulke, Wm. H. Safford, Mr. Sawyer, 
 Wm. H. Douglas, John Watt, Mrs. Fair- 
 banks, and others whom space forbids me 
 to enumerate. 
 
 The organ was played and the choir led 
 by a fascinating German lady, Madame 
 Walters, who introduced a hymn-book 
 called The Church Choir in place of 
 Masons Collections, Many choice sen- 
 tences and chants were learned, and 
 the '' Grand Te Deum " was sung for the 
 first time. The choir was splendidly 
 voiced, and all sang at the top of their 
 lungs. Madame Walters, with both hands 
 on the keys, would in vain turn her head 
 from side to side imploring a pianissimo. 
 Our fine tenor, Mr. John Scott, fairly rose 
 on his toes, and the deep bass voices of 
 Messrs. Evans and Robert Jordan, with 
 
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 the full baritones of Albert Douglas, Wm. 
 James, and John Bennett made the walls 
 resound. Madame Walters would throw 
 her voice to any part to regulate pitch 
 and time. The choir rehearsals were 
 very delightful. In winter they were held 
 at different houses, and after the church 
 music was learned some popular glees 
 came in. 
 
 Trimming the church at Christmas was 
 a grand festival, and the long green ropes 
 were made in such abundance and were so 
 firm and round that they could be twined 
 around the lamp posts, which were at that 
 time on either side aisle, and about the 
 Gothic arches back of the pulpit. The 
 walls were hung with them from ceiling to 
 floor ; there were twinkling stars and 
 crosses and '"Hosannas" across the gal- 
 lery. The church was crowded on Christ- 
 mas Eve, and ''Shout the glad tidings" 
 resounded and thrilled every hearer. The 
 children at a given time timidly left their 
 own pews and solemnly deposited their 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 183 
 
 offerings on the altar table. Our rector 
 always rose to the occasion and gave his best 
 on Christmas Day ; no one was absent, 
 and every voice joined in the glad praises. 
 
 Of the members of the choir mentioned, 
 Mr. John Scott married Margaret, one of 
 the beautiful Misses McKee, who came 
 from Philadelphia about that time. The 
 sister, Elizabeth, who sang in the choir, 
 married Edward Adams, who was for a 
 long time the Superintendent of the Sun- 
 day-school. Wm. James married Lucy 
 Dun and removed to Missouri. Mr. Jor- 
 dan also moved away. Mr. Douglas we 
 still have among us, and he always aids 
 the service of prayer and praise with his 
 rich voice.* Mr. John Bennett left us 
 and joined the Methodists. But I must 
 hasten on. 
 
 The rectory was built about this time, 
 and in 1843 ground was purchased to be 
 used by the church as a cemetery. It is 
 
 * Since going to press we regret to record the death of Mr. 
 Douglas, which occurred on the 22d of April. 
 
1 84 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 now known as *' Grand View." The first 
 interment there was that of Wm. Britton, 
 the father of the Rev. James B. Britton. 
 Under his auspices a chapel was built on 
 Church Street. 
 
 The Rev. L. W. Freeman was rector 
 from 1849 ^o 1866. Among the vestry- 
 men in those days were John Madeira, S. 
 W. Ely, O. T. Reeves, Robert Denning, 
 N. W. Thatcher, John Marfield, L. W. 
 Foulke, A. Spencer Nye, Albert Douglas, 
 Wm. H. Safford, and R. H. Lansing. 
 
 The Rev. George W. Dubois, a son-in- 
 law of Bishop Mcllvaine was in charge 
 from 1857 to 1862. He took temporary 
 leave to become a chaplain in the army. 
 On January 13, 1858, he ofificiated at a 
 most impressive, touching service, the 
 funerals of Mrs. James Swearengen and 
 Mrs. Richard Douglas, two of the most 
 prominent ladies in the church and life- 
 long friends. The church was appropri- 
 ately draped in mourning for the occasion. 
 Mrs. Games, aged eighty-three, long a 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 185 
 
 beneficiary of the church (which position 
 she maintained with great dignity), died 
 in 1858. 
 
 I should like to speak of the faithful 
 superintendents of the Sunday-school, 
 Messrs. Skerrett, Denning, and Lansing; 
 of the organists, Bragleman and Collins ; 
 of the richly blending voices of Miss Fair- 
 banks and Miss Emma Pinto, — they have 
 long since passed away ; and of Miss 
 Hattie Holcomb's long and faithful work 
 in the Sunday-school, choir, and church. 
 She too is gone. The alms-basins now in 
 use were carved and presented by her. 
 
 But I must limit myself to the first fifty 
 years of the parish history, hoping that 
 later times will be as fondly remembered. 
 I will merely name in their order the suc- 
 cessive rectors of St. Paul's to the present 
 day : James B. Britton, to 1868 ; William 
 B. Brittain, to 1871 ; A. R. Stewart, to 
 1876 ; Charles L. Fischer, to 1893 ; Edgar 
 G. Murphy, commenced in 1894. ** May 
 he long be the last." 
 
THE CHILLICOTHE FEMALE 
 SEMINARY. 
 
 THE pioneer settlers of Chillicothe, as 
 a class, were men of culture and re- 
 finement, and were anxious that their 
 children should be well educated, so, about 
 1830, they hailed with delight the arrival 
 of two New England ladies. Miss Eunice 
 Strong, and Miss Cassandra Sawyer, who 
 proposed establishing a boarding school 
 for young women. The school was very 
 successful but of short duration as the 
 principals soon married, and went away 
 from Chillicothe. 
 
 The Rev. John Pomeroy then became 
 the principal ; Miss Stearns, a graduate of 
 Ipswich Seminary, was his assistant in the 
 senior classes ; and the Misses Cushing, 
 taught the primary department. Mr. 
 186 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 187 
 
 Pomeroy's health failed, and the next 
 year, Miss Stearns became the head of 
 the school, and Miss Sophia Lyman was 
 her assistant. Miss Allen had charge of 
 the primary school. The beauty and 
 charm of manner of Miss Lyman brought 
 her hosts of admirers but Dr. Wm. Ful- 
 lerton won the prize, and she exchanged 
 the school-room for a home in our midst, 
 where she was much admired and beloved, 
 and where she spent a long and useful 
 life. 
 
 Now commenced a new era for the 
 school. Miss Stearns was a power for 
 ^ood in the community, and I doubt if 
 any teacher was ever more beloved by her 
 scholars ; they fairly worshipped her. She 
 had peculiar ideas, and was quaint, both 
 in manners and dress ; but a more sensi- 
 ble, genial woman never lived. One of 
 her peculiar notions was never to reprove 
 or advise a scholar in the presence of a 
 third person. She had a set of maxims 
 for governing the conduct of her scholars, 
 
1 8 8 Che-Le- Co- The. 
 
 and these were repeated every Friday 
 evening. The school was very large, and 
 consisted principally of day scholars, 
 although a great many pupils came from 
 all parts of Ohio. It was famed through- 
 out the region, for the thoroughness of 
 its instruction and for its moral standard. 
 Miss Stearns believed in giving her pupils 
 all the pleasure possible in their school 
 life, and many were the winter afternoons, 
 in which, accompanied by a teacher, the 
 scholars had a delightful time, skating 
 and sliding on the ice of the river, or 
 being drawn in chairs by some of the 
 gentlemen of the town, especially by 
 Gen. James Worthington, who took as 
 much pleasure in it as the girls. 
 
 School always closed earlier on Friday 
 afternoon, and a coterie of girls, Elizabeth 
 Hoffman, Hester McLean, Dorothy Ren- 
 ick, Lucy Carlisle, Louisa and Emily 
 Jones, Lucy Dun, Lucy Waddle, Vir- 
 ginia Walke, and Jane McCoy, who were 
 always together in mischief and play, as 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 189 
 
 well as in study, would ramble over 
 the hills for wild flowers, of which there 
 was a great abundance. They generally 
 closed their walks with an eveninof of 
 pleasure at Mr. George Renick's, on top 
 of the hill, or at Mr. McLean's, who 
 resided where Judge Safford now lives, 
 or at Mrs. Hoffman's, Major Mason's 
 present place. 
 
 Again, a Saturday would be spent by 
 scholars and teachers at Mr. Walke's a 
 little way from the town. Miss Margaret 
 Worthington would occasionally invite 
 the school to Adena, for a day. We 
 walked out, two and two, through the 
 town, and up the hill, to be greeted with 
 motherly tenderness by Mrs. Worthing- 
 ton, and then the delights of a day in 
 the beautiful garden — the orchard, the 
 swings, the games of tag, etc. with Mr. 
 William and Gen. James. A bountiful 
 dinner was always provided, to which 
 hungry girls did full justice, and at its 
 close was the pleasant walk home. Oh ! 
 
1 90 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 those were bright spots in our existence, 
 and were happy, happy, days. 
 
 The school was held in a house on 
 East Fifth Street, on the lot now owned 
 by Mr. Mytinger. At first it was a two- 
 story frame house, of two rooms above 
 and two below, with porches on the side. 
 In a short time, it became too crowded 
 for comfort, and a front was added con- 
 sisting of a hall, and a room for the 
 primary department below, and one large 
 room upstairs, the whole length of the 
 building, for the more advanced pupils. 
 This was reached by stairs from the 
 porch, and gave a class room, a music 
 room, and a chemistry room which were 
 well equipped. 
 
 The following year. Miss Stearns was 
 assisted by Miss Adams, Miss Smith, and 
 Miss Allen, and for a short time by Miss 
 Phcebe Cook (now Mrs. McKell). The 
 school was as prosperous as ever and had 
 a firm hold on the hearts of the people. 
 
 Monday morning was devoted to the 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 191 
 
 study of the Bible, and each scholar was 
 required to give the text, and as much as 
 she could remember of the sermon she had 
 heard the day before. Then followed the 
 reading of compositions on a given sub- 
 ject, that had been written on Saturday, 
 this was a great trial to some of the pupils. 
 Examinations were held at the close of 
 the year and were attended by all the la- 
 dies and gentlemen of the town ; every 
 one was at liberty to ask the pupils any 
 questions on their lessons ; and rarely did 
 they fail in answering correctly, so well 
 were they rooted and grounded. The girls 
 were all in their best attire, and Miss 
 Stearns, in her yellow crepe turban, with 
 a rosette on one side, presided with dig- 
 nity, proud of the proficiency of her pu- 
 pils. 
 
 The last year that Miss Stearns had 
 charge of the Seminary her young brother, 
 Timothy, a theological student, was with 
 her and they conducted the school together 
 very successfully. It was Miss Stearns's 
 
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 proud boast, and she feelingly impressed 
 it on her scholars, that her brother had 
 " never told an untruth." He was imper- 
 vious to all the charms of the young ladies, 
 with the exception of one, Miss Catherine 
 Taylor, of Athens, whom he afterwards 
 married. Miss Stearns, too, had become 
 a captive to the " god of Love," but her 
 fiance, Mr. Robert Kercheval, died and 
 she could remain here no longer. Miss 
 Swift then took the school, with Miss 
 Fitch as assistant. After Miss Swift's re- 
 turn to New England, Miss Nancy Tuck, 
 with the two Misses Clark, took the man- 
 agement under brighter auspices ; for the 
 '* New Seminary," as it was called, was 
 then built. Miss Tuck remained about 
 three years ; she had able assistants in 
 Miss Clark and Miss Wheelock, and an 
 admirable school, but left, finally, to build 
 up a school in Louisville. Some years 
 later she married, but soon died, leaving, 
 however, a lasting remembrance in the 
 hearts of all her pupils. How few there 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 193 
 
 are left of the many who listened to her 
 instructions ! but five or six remain ; 
 nearly all have passed away. 
 
 Mr. Wm. Howard, his wife, and sister 
 next took charge of the school, and opened 
 a boarding house, in the building on Fourth 
 Street, afterwards occupied by Mr. John 
 Dun. The school was quite successful for 
 a time but the glory had departed, and the 
 " Chillicothe Female Seminary " was bro- 
 ken up by his leaving, never again to be 
 the pride of Chillicothe. 
 
THE CAMPAIGN OF 1840, AND 
 THE GREAT FIRE OF 1852. 
 
 I am asked to give my personal recol- 
 lections of two events in the history 
 of Chillicothe. First — The political cam- 
 paign of 1840 in Ohio. The statement 
 must be only in part, otherwise 't would 
 be too long a story. It was a campaign 
 of the " outs " against the '' ins " ; of those 
 opposed to the then administration, against 
 its incumbents and supporters. The 
 **out" party bore the name ''Whig," as 
 indicative of their opposition to the '' in " 
 party. One of the derivations of the word 
 *' Whio^ " traces it to the same root with 
 the word *' whey," a mixture of sour milk 
 and water. If this be correct, the word 
 was not ill chosen to fit a party made up of 
 those who had soured on the government. 
 194 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 195 
 
 The old Republicans or Jeffersonian 
 Democrats had been in power ever since 
 the downfall of the Federalists in the year 
 1 800. The administration of John Quincy 
 Adams, from 1824 to 1828, was hardly an 
 exception, for it was supported by Mr. 
 Clay and many others of the old democ- 
 racy, but the great majority of the Demo- 
 crats were against Clay. General Jackson 
 was the popular favorite. He was Presi- 
 dent for eight years, when his mantle fell 
 on Martin Van Buren, for four years, but 
 his shoulders were not broad enough to 
 uphold the popular garment, and disaffec- 
 tion broke out all over the country, so 
 that the Whig party in 1840, at the end 
 of Mr. Van Buren's first term, was made 
 up of many heterogeneous elements, em- 
 bracing anti-Masons, the old Henry Clay 
 Whigs, the disaffected Democrats in Vir- 
 ginia and the South, as well as in New 
 York and New England, and especially 
 in the Great West. 
 
 They sought a man to head their ticket 
 
1 96 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 who possessed the elements of popularity 
 everywhere ; and for second place, one 
 who would draw votes from the old Jack- 
 son party. They found the former in 
 General William H. Harrison of Ohio, 
 and the latter in John Tyler of Virginia. 
 No platform of principles was adopted, 
 but the disasters which followed the panic 
 of 1837, as a result of the financial policy 
 of the government, were relied upon to 
 turn the people against the authors of 
 that change. Harrison had been for a 
 half-century identified with the West, first 
 as an officer in the United States Army, 
 with the rank of Captain, and Command- 
 ant at Fort Washington (Cincinnati), and 
 then successively, as Secretary of the 
 Northwest Territory, Delegate to Con- 
 gress, Governor of Indiana, and the Gen- 
 eral-in-Chief of the Northwestern Army 
 in the War of 181 2. He had fought a 
 successful battle with the Indians in No- 
 vember, 181 1, at Tippecanoe on the Wa- 
 bash River. He had defeated the British 
 General, Proctor, in October, 181 3, in a 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 197 
 
 decisive battle in which Tecumseh, the 
 celebrated Indian Chief, was killed, and 
 had filled many positions afterward with 
 honor to himself and benefit to his country. 
 He was now leading a very quiet life, per- 
 forming the duties of Clerk of the Court 
 in Cincinnati, while his home, I think, was 
 at North Bend. 
 
 The nominations of Harrison and Tyler, 
 in December, 1839, started a wave of 
 popular enthusiasm which swept away, 
 apparently, all opposition. The supporters 
 of Mr. Van Buren stood dumbfounded. 
 They smiled derisively at the Whigs, and 
 made some attempts to stem the tide ; but 
 it was in vain. The burst of enthusiasm 
 in Ohio at the Young Men's Whig Con- 
 vention, held at Columbus on February 22, 
 1840, when Tom Corwin was nominated 
 for Governor, and John Sherman made 
 what, I suppose, was his maiden political 
 speech, started the ball. Very soon 
 
 " Music swelled the breeze 
 And burst from all the trees." 
 
 One could hardly tell whether shouting 
 
198 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 or singing would carry the day. Good 
 humor was the prevailing feature ; gro- 
 tesqueness next. Such processions were 
 never seen before, or since. 
 
 Tremendous structures on wheels, Log 
 Cabins in particular, adorned with coon- 
 skins and other reminders of the first 
 settlement of the country, were in the 
 long lines. On one occasion in Columbus, 
 Charles Anthony, a distinguished lawyer 
 of Springfield, Ohio, a large and portly 
 man, was seen on top of a log cabin 
 crunching ginger-bread and drinking hard 
 cider. In the vicinity of the canals, boats 
 were largely used for transportation of the 
 noisy crowds. I remember one occasion 
 when the boats, bringing the Chillicotheans 
 home from the capital, rounded the turn 
 of the canal at the north end of Walnut 
 Street ; I was walking on Water Street 
 with my father, a sedate man, who rarely 
 gave vent to any enthusiasm on the public 
 street. As the songs and shouts broke 
 forth, " For Tippecanoe and Tyler too," 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 199 
 
 it was too much for his sobriety, and for 
 the only time in his Hfe that I ever wit- 
 nessed, he swung his hat in the air and 
 hurrahed with the rest. 
 
 Log cabins, with the famous latch- 
 string always out, were built in almost 
 every voting precinct. We had one here 
 at the southwest corner of Main and Paint 
 Streets. I should say that it was fifty feet 
 wide and a hundred feet long, with an im- 
 mense national flag floating over it, 
 where, it seemed to me. Whig meetings 
 were in perpetual session. 
 
 The Democrats tried to break the force 
 of the overflowing tide by alleging that 
 General Harrison's mind was weakened 
 by the infirmities of age. To rebut this, 
 the Whig leaders thought it best to put 
 him on exhibition, and for the first time 
 in the history of our elections, a presiden- 
 tial candidate was heard upon the stump. 
 Chillicothe was one of the points at which 
 he was heard. He came accompanied by 
 Ex-Governor Metcalf of Kentucky, clad 
 
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 in a buckskin hunting-shirt, and by Col- 
 onel Todd, one of his old staff officers in 
 the war of 1812 and '13. The town was 
 filled to overflowing. Every house was 
 open, unbounded hospitality was the order 
 of the day and night. The General and 
 his suite came here from Hillsboro, ac- 
 companied by Ex-Governor Trimble and 
 others of that town. The people, pouring 
 in from the country, followed in his wake 
 and made an immense incoming proces- 
 sion. Some of the Hillsboro people were 
 to be my father's guests. They were, 
 some of them, in the same carriage with 
 the General, and when it stopped at our 
 door to let them out, the General arose, 
 took off his hat and made a profound bow 
 to the ladles. That seeming condescen- 
 sion made a never-to-be forgotten impres- 
 sion upon them. 
 
 The speech-making was in the Sugar 
 Grove where the Eastern School-building 
 now stands. The whole square was then 
 vacant, with the exception of the three- 
 story cotton factory at the corner of Main 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 201 
 
 and Hickory Streets. The trees gave a 
 delightful shade and shelter from the mid- 
 summer sun. The whole square and the 
 adjacent streets were filled with the lis- 
 tening multitude. General William S. 
 Murphy, whom we deemed, and called, 
 the Patrick Henry of the West, made the 
 address of welcome. At the time of pre- 
 senting Colonel Croghan with a sword for 
 his gallant defence of Fort Stevenson in 
 18 1 3, a story was started that the ladies had 
 proposed presenting Harrison with a pet- 
 ticoat, but these self-same ladies indig- 
 nantly denied the story, and on this occa- 
 sion presented the General with a cane cut 
 from the Tippecanoe battle-ground, with a 
 bullet imbedded in its head. General Har- 
 rison's was the speech of the day. His 
 clear ringing voice was heard by all the 
 vast multitude, as he drew a picture of the 
 party in power, whom he charged with 
 usurping the name while betraying the 
 principles of the Simon Pure Democracy 
 whose candidate he was. 
 
 Other conventions were held elsewhere ; 
 
2 o 2 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 that at Urban a was the first, that at Day- 
 ton the largest ; its numbers were put at 
 two hundred thousand. 
 
 Drollery, fun, almost lunacy, were con- 
 spicuous. The campaign may have been 
 without reason^ but not without rhyme. 
 The doggeral fever broke out with 
 
 " Farewell, old Van ! 
 You 're not the man 
 To guide the ship. 
 We '11 try old Tip"— 
 
 and " in the full tide of successful experi- 
 ment " inquired to the tune of " The little 
 pig's tail," 
 
 *' What has caused this great commotion — motion, 
 motion 
 
 Our Country through ? 
 It is the ball that 's rolling on, — on — on, 
 For Tippecanoe and Tyler too ! For Tippecanoe 
 
 and Tyler too ! 
 And with them we '11 beat little Van. 
 
 Van ! Van ! is a used up man 
 And with them we '11 beat little Van." 
 
 A hundred like rhymes rush on my mem- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 203 
 
 ory, but want of space forbids repeating 
 them. 
 
 Two lessons may be learned from this 
 campaign. First, that the people when 
 aroused can do what they please ; second, 
 that the cause of their rising may not 
 always be the just subject of their indig- 
 nation, for although the change in financial 
 policy which resulted in the establish- 
 ment of the U. S. Independent Treasury, 
 brought on a disastrous monetary panic, 
 yet that policy has been acquiesced in, 
 and followed by all parties down to the 
 present day as the wisest and best. 
 
 THE GREAT FIRE. 
 
 It began at about 11 a.m. in a carpen- 
 ter shop on the alley between Second and 
 Water Streets, west of Walnut Street, 
 opposite the stable attached to the Clin- 
 ton Hotel. A bunch of shavings pushed 
 into a stove, an accumulation of smoke 
 and gas bursting open the stove door and 
 scattering the fire among the shavings on 
 
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 the floor, — the shop in flames, — the Hotel 
 stable next, and then the Hotel itself; 
 the canal empty, no water nearer than the 
 Scioto River beneath the steep bank north 
 of the canal ; the hurried placing of a 
 hand fire-engine between the canal and 
 river and an attempt to throw water from 
 it upon the fire ; a high and mighty wind, 
 driving the men from the engine and con- 
 suming the latter, or else causing it to be 
 rolled into the river to prevent its destruc- 
 tion (I forget which), and carrying flakes 
 of fire with terrific speed upon all the 
 town lying eastward ; a mad impressment 
 of vehicles of every sort to save furniture 
 and merchandise from the houses that lay 
 in the pathway of the flames ; consterna- 
 tion on every face, hurrying to and fro, 
 in the effort to save something; blank 
 despair, as the flame sped relentlessly on 
 with flash and roar, and the occasional 
 bursting of cans of powder in stores that 
 dared such hazard, until at last as evening 
 came on, the wind ceased, and the fire 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 205 
 
 stopped somewhere west of Hickory 
 Street, almost for want of food within its 
 path. 
 
 Such was the story told me on my re- 
 turn to Chillicothe on the evening of that 
 fateful day. I had been absent at Court 
 in Fayette County and had ridden across 
 into Madison County on some business 
 matter. Returning homeward, I noticed 
 from the high plain above the North Fork 
 of Paint Creek, this side of Blooming- 
 burgh, in the direction of Chillicothe, a 
 great cloud of smoke. I thought it very 
 large but concluded it came from the 
 burning of brushwood and cornstalks by 
 the farmers along the Paint Creek or 
 North Fork bottoms. 
 
 At Frankfort I stopped for horse feed- 
 ing, and to take dinner, and afterward 
 mounted for a leisurely homeward ride. 
 After passing the Cory hill, I met a man 
 with a wagon and team, who stopped to 
 ask me whether I were going to Chillico- 
 the ? I said, *' Yes." ''You need n't go, 
 
2 o6 Che-Le- Co- The. 
 
 said he, " for Chillicothe is all burned up." 
 It was April ist, and concluding that I 
 was sought to be made the victim of the 
 day, I rode on, with just curiosity enough 
 to ask the next person I met about the 
 fire. He told me of its location and ex- 
 tent, and as it began near my own little 
 home on Second Street, and as the homes 
 and business of many relatives and friends 
 were directly in its path, I lost no further 
 time but galloped my horse until I reached 
 the town. The shades of night had 
 gathered over the scene, but the ground 
 in the fire's way was lurid with glowing 
 embers and low shooting flames, and the 
 people everywhere were busy watching 
 against a renewal of the conflagration, or 
 in providing food and shelter for those 
 who had been made houseless and home- 
 less. That night was marked by many 
 sleepless eyes. 
 
 The next few days were busy with 
 preparation for rebuilding and for the re- 
 sumption of business. Temporary quar- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 207 
 
 ters were soon found for our shopmen 
 and merchants. Creditors were generous 
 and indulgent ; new credits were given, 
 new and better buildings were erected, 
 and a prosperity seemingly greater than 
 before attended us. But it was only seem- 
 ing. Pay-day had to come some time. 
 It was postponed and delayed by renewals 
 and expedients of all sorts, for a score of 
 years ; our business men falling, one by 
 one, from year to year, until about all the 
 old men were gone and their places filled 
 by the energetic youth who went into the 
 war of the rebellion almost as boys, but 
 came out thoughtful and disciplined men. 
 May our Heavenly Father save us from 
 another calamity like that of the Great 
 Fire of April i, 1852. 
 
PRESENTATION OF CANE TO 
 GENERAL HARRISON. 
 
 THE greatest crowd of people ever 
 assembled in Chillicothe, so the 
 historian tells us, was in 1840, during one 
 of the most exciting political campaigns 
 ever waged in the United States. The 
 victorious hero of the campaign, Gen. 
 William Henry Harrison was the central 
 figure of that mighty concourse. 
 
 The people came from the four quar- 
 ters to a three days' convention, to do 
 honor to the gallant hero of Tippecanoe. 
 It was a tidal-wave of enthusiasm, arising 
 in the West and sweeping with majestic, 
 resistless force across the entire nation. 
 
 On the second day of the convention, 
 September 17, 1840, the town was a- 
 blaze with an enthusiasm never seen 
 208 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 209 
 
 before or afterward — an enthusiasm that 
 found vent in a demonstration without a 
 parallel in the fair Valley of the Scioto. 
 The masses fell into line, in a grand tri- 
 umphal procession extending more than 
 a league, formed of carriages in double 
 file and sometimes three abreast, and of 
 horsemen eight abreast, interspersed with 
 bands of music, and gay with banners, and 
 marched to receive General Harrison and 
 to escort him into the city. 
 
 Speaking of this occasion the historian 
 says : 
 
 '' But one only of the animating scenes 
 of those days so full of dramatic situa- 
 tions and eloquent words, stands related 
 to the honor done in the same city, to the 
 hero of Fort Stephenson. Ten ladles, 
 survivors of the honored thirty-seven, 
 who had presented the sword to Major 
 Croghan in 1813, presented to General 
 Harrison an historic cane. 
 
 *' The following was the inscription 
 upon the cane : 
 
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 '* * Cut on the Tippecanoe battle-ground, 
 May 29, 1840, by Jesse Walton, of Vir- 
 ginia ; presented by him to J. Madeira ; 
 by him to Jane McCoy, Eleanor Worth- 
 ington, Jane M. Evans, Margaret Mc- 
 Landburgh, Eliza Creighton, Elizabeth 
 Carlisle, Nancy Waddle, Rebecca M. Orr, 
 Ruhamah Irwin, Ann Creighton, of Chil- 
 licothe, and by them to Gen. William H. 
 Harrison, as a mark of their respect for 
 his military and civil character, Chillicothe, 
 September 17, 1840.'" 
 
 John Carlisle, Senior, who came to 
 Chillicothe, in 1798, was put forward by 
 the townspeople as their spokesman on 
 this occasion. Mr. Carlisle presented the 
 cane to General Harrison, concluding his 
 eloquent speech in these words : 
 
 " And, sir, when our political battle 
 shall have been fought and won ; when 
 you enter the presidential mansion, be 
 pleased to take with you this staff, as a 
 remembrance of those survivinof ladles of 
 Chillicothe (who have been maliciously, 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 2 1 1 
 
 and falsely charged with censuring your 
 military character), as a mark of high 
 estimation in which they hold the impor- 
 tant services you have rendered your 
 country, in war and in peace. It was cut 
 from one of the fields of your glory. It 
 grew on the battle-ground of Tippecanoe, 
 and bears the marks of that battle — a ball 
 in the head. As the honored representa- 
 tive of these ladies, I present it to you." 
 
 The selection of Mr. Carlisle as the 
 speaker of the occasion, was most appro- 
 priate, as politically, he was a figure of the 
 most stalwart type. He was a warm 
 friend of Henry Clay, and the Henry 
 Clay badge worn by him (still treasured 
 as a family heirloom) is made of white 
 satin, seven and one half inches long, and 
 four inches wide, and bears a fine portrait 
 of '' Harry of the West." 
 
 He was an enthusiastic Whig, and an 
 incident illustrative of his strong political 
 feeling is related of him as follows : A 
 Democratic newspaper was lying on the 
 
212 Che-Le-Co-The. 
 
 store counter, and a friend requested him 
 to hand it to him. Mr. Carlisle arose, 
 walked to the fireplace, and picking up 
 the paper with the tongs gingerly passed 
 it to the visitor. 
 
 He is remembered as having always 
 worn the old-fashioned queue ; every day 
 to the time of his death, he had Uncle 
 JImmie Richards come and dress his hair, 
 and would intrust this important duty to 
 no one else. 
 
 JOHN CARLISLE, SEN. 
 
THE CATHOLIC CHURCH. 
 
 THERE is no written record of the 
 first Catholics in Chillicothe, or 
 when, where, and by whom the holy sac- 
 rifice of the Mass was first offered upon 
 its present site. 
 
 Unless the Scioto Valley is an excep- 
 tion to the earliest appearance of the 
 white man in every accessible portion of 
 the Great Northwest, it is not improb- 
 able that some zealous missionary of the 
 Church, pushing his way through the 
 tangled woodland, stopped in the shadow 
 of Logan, and with the overspreading 
 boughs of the tall trees for his sanctuary, 
 a wayside rock for his altar, intoned his 
 offering to the Almighty in presence of 
 the wondering red men. 
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 It is not known whether any communi- 
 cants of the Faith were with Massie and 
 his brave band. History is silent as to 
 the initial footprint of CathoHcity in ChilH- 
 cothe before the first decade of the present 
 century. 
 
 The traditions handed down and the 
 recollections presented to our generation 
 make it certain, however, that for many 
 years before the thirties the children of 
 Mother Church, in numbers not exceeding 
 half a dozen families, gathered together 
 regularly on Sundays under a common 
 roof and without a resident minister of 
 their faith, recited the prayers and per- 
 formed the devotions of their religion. 
 
 Twice or three times a year during this 
 period the little colony of the faithful were 
 fortunate in having within their midst, for 
 a few days at a time, a passing Jesuit or 
 a Dominican missionary. 
 
 As was the custom and necessity in those 
 days, the travelling Father came and went 
 on horseback. In his saddle-bags were 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 2 1 5 
 
 carried the altar-stone, chalice, crucifix, 
 vestments, missal, and candles. His pres- 
 ence made known in the community, the 
 isolated flock gathered to hear his words 
 of comfort and to assist at the Mass. In- 
 structions to both the young and old were 
 given, and before he left for another local- 
 ity similarly situated, the nucleus of the 
 forming congregation in Chillicothe had 
 received the sacraments of the Church. 
 
 This state of affairs continued until 
 about the year 1830, when the increase of 
 population and the growing flood of immi- 
 gration found a full hundred Catholics in 
 the ancient metropolis. 
 
 In those days Martin Bauman was the 
 Boniface of the Washington House, an 
 hotel on Deer Creek Street (now Park 
 Street), facing the present location of the 
 gas works. To his piety, generosity, and 
 strong faith the church owes a debt of 
 everlasting gratitude. It would be unjust 
 to the memory of Mrs. Dennis McConnell, 
 whose aid was ever forthcoming at that 
 
2 1 6 Che-Le- Co- The. 
 
 period, not to divide with her the praise 
 just given to that generous CathoHc 
 pioneer. 
 
 At that time the Dominicans had estab- 
 lished their Mother House at Somerset, 
 Perry County, Ohio, and at regular inter- 
 vals the spiritual wants of the Chillicothe 
 colony were ministered to by the followers 
 of St. Dominic, who held their services in 
 the hostelry of the patriarchal Bauman. 
 
 The name of Father Baden, the first 
 priest ordained in the United States, 
 should not be omitted in these recollec- 
 tions of the early days. There are those 
 living who met and knew this wonderful 
 man. There was hardly a bridle-path in 
 Ohio during the first half-century of its 
 statehood over which Father Baden had 
 not passed. The pioneers of Chillicothe, ir- 
 respective of creed, learned to reverence 
 this Apostle of the Middle States. Fear- 
 less, rugged, and of a strong personality, 
 he went from cabin to village, fanning the 
 embers of Christianity into an inextin- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 217 
 
 gulshable flame, and planting the seed of 
 his faith in the hearts of the remaining 
 aborigines. 
 
 From the records in the possession of 
 St. Peter's Church of ChilHcothe, it is 
 learned that during the period from 1830 
 to the summer of 1837, Fathers Zadoc 
 Allemany, Samuel Mazzuchelli, and Nich- 
 olas P. Young, Dominican Friars, were 
 among the priests who said Mass at the 
 Washington House and attended to the 
 needs of the colony. Father Allemany 
 was afterwards made the Archbishop of 
 San Francisco, and became the greatest 
 churchman on the Pacific Coast. Father 
 Young was consecrated Bishop, and pre- 
 sided over the diocese of Erie, Pennsyl- 
 vania. 
 
 On the 7th of June, 1837, Father Henry 
 D. Juncker, afterwards Bishop of Alton, 
 Illinois, was sent by Bishop Purcell, of 
 Cincinnati, to Chillicothe, as its first res- 
 ident pastor, and he immediately began 
 his labors to establish the faith. The 
 
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 present home of the widow and children 
 of the late Matthias Bonner, on South 
 Walnut Street, was then owned by the 
 Episcopalians, and used by them as their 
 place of worhip. In passing, it is of inter- 
 est to note that this building was the first 
 Episcopal church erected west of the Alle- 
 ghany Mountains. Shortly after Father 
 Junckers arrival, the Catholic congrega- 
 tion purchased it, and gave it the name 
 of St. Mary's Church. Prominent among 
 its laity were Martin Bauman, Marshal 
 Anderson, John McNally, Roger and 
 Charles Cull, Michael Rigney, George and 
 Fred Barman. Father Juncker continued 
 in charge of the affairs of the church until 
 July, 1845, assisted, however, at various 
 times by Father Edward Purcell, a brother 
 of the ruling Bishop, Father Amadeus 
 Rappe, who later became Bishop of Cleve- 
 land, Father H. B. Butler, afterwards 
 Vicar-General of Covington, and Father 
 J. B. Emig of the Society of Jesus. 
 
 In 1843, ^^ congregation had increased 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 2 1 9 
 
 to such a size that it was found necessar}' 
 to secure other quarters. Accordingly, 
 in that year a lot was purchased on the 
 corner of Water and Church Streets, and 
 the corner-stone, of what is now St. Pe- 
 ter's Church, was laid. By the fall of 
 1846, the edifice was completed, with the 
 Rev. Otto H. Borgess, uncle of Bishop 
 Borgess of Detroit, as the pastor. 
 
 Father Borgess was succeeded, in 1847, 
 by the Jesuits, among whom were Fath- 
 ers Kolcher, De Hope, Tschieder, and 
 Carroll. Within three years from the com- 
 pletion of the new church, the Jesuits had 
 increased their flock to such an extent that 
 it was deemed best to organize another 
 congregation. The building on Walnut 
 Street was still in possession of St. Peter's 
 congregation, and to it returned about a 
 dozen families, with Father Carroll, S. J., 
 as pastor. 
 
 Prominent in aiding and promoting the 
 new St. Mary's Church, were, so say its 
 records, Marshall Anderson, Jacob Eich- 
 
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 enlaub, James Scully, Roger and Charles 
 Cull, Andrew Malone, Dr. T. McNally, 
 Edward, Peter, and James Carville, Wm. 
 B. Hanley, John Relly, John Poland and 
 his two sons, Patrick and William. The 
 rapid growth of the Church in Chillicothe 
 can be justly attributed to the untiring 
 zeal of the Jesuit Fathers. During their 
 stay there were always two or more of 
 their number present. Not content with 
 working within the city, they began to 
 seek for conversions in the country round 
 about. On the Waverly Turnpike, be- 
 low Massieville, stands St. Xavier's Mis- 
 sion Church, now almost in ruins, which 
 they erected, and to which, while they 
 remained in Chillicothe, a hundred souls 
 went to worship. In Harrison Township, 
 near Londonderry, another mission, with 
 a church named St. Mary's, was estab- 
 lished. 
 
 During the two years of Father Car- 
 roll's pastorate of St. Mary's, the congre- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 221 
 
 gation Increased so rapidly that It again 
 became necessary to secure a larger 
 edifice. Before this was accomplished 
 the Jesuits were called from Chillico- 
 the, Father Carroll afterwards becoming 
 Bishop of the Covington Diocese. 
 
 Father Thomas Boulger succeeded, 
 and, In 1852, the Methodist Church on 
 the north side of Second Street, between 
 Walnut and Paint Streets, was purchased. 
 In 1854, Father Boulger gave way to the 
 Rev. M. Ford, who in a year was suc- 
 ceeded by the Rev. J. N. Thisse ; the 
 latter remained until i860, when the Rev. 
 Michael Kennedy assumed charge. In 
 1863, Rev. T. J. TIerney became pastor, 
 but he died in office on the 6th of Sep- 
 tember, 1865. During his pastorate the 
 congregation determined to build a church 
 suitable not only for their present wants, 
 but one that would accommodate their 
 increasing numbers for many years to 
 come. Shortly before the death of Father 
 TIerney, the property on the southeast 
 
22 2 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 corner of Fourth and Paint Streets was 
 purchased from the Sisters of Notre Dame, 
 who had for many years used it as an 
 academy for young ladies. 
 
 Father John B. Murray was appointed 
 to fill the vacancy occasioned by the death 
 of Father Tierney. He immediately as- 
 sumed the work of erecting the church as 
 contemplated by his predecessor. On the 
 first anniversary of the latter's death, the 
 corner-stone was laid, and in 1869 the 
 building was completed. For the ground, 
 structure, and furnishings, over $75,000.00 
 was collected and expended. Father Mur- 
 ray remained until June, 1883. Father 
 Jeremiah A. Murray assisted his brother in 
 the latter years of his pastorate. Father 
 John B. Murray is at present the rector 
 of Mt. St. Mary's Seminary of Cincinnati. 
 Chillicothe has, probably, never had a 
 pastor so beloved by his flock, and a 
 churchman so universally respected by the 
 citizens of all denominations. This sketch 
 will not permit of the space that would 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 223 
 
 necessarily be given in extolling his good 
 work. The existing missions at Frankfort 
 and at Waverly were founded by him. 
 
 During the following three months, 
 Father Patrick Cusack was pastor, being 
 succeeded in September by the Rev. James 
 J. O'Donohue. Four years later the Rev. 
 Patrick A. Quinn, a dean of the Diocese, 
 was appointed, and served until the 23d 
 of September, 1889, when the present in- 
 cumbent, the Rev. Alfred D. Dexter 
 became pastor. In the last year of 
 Father Quinn's service, his failing health 
 necessitated the presence of an assistant. 
 This position was filled by the Rev. 
 John Hickey. Father Hickey comes of a 
 religious family, having four brothers who 
 are priests, and a sister a nun. The con- 
 gregation at present numbers over 160 
 families. 
 
 In 1849, when the English-speaking 
 communicants of St. Peter's Church re- 
 turned to St. Mary's on Walnut Street, 
 
224 Che-L e- Co- The, 
 
 Fathers Koelcher and De Hope, of the 
 Society of Jesus, remained. St, Peters 
 has ever since been known as the German 
 Catholic Church. 
 
 On the 2 1 St of September, 1851, Father 
 Edward Lieb became the pastor. He 
 had been an Austrian Capuchin, and for 
 seven years Hved in the royal Court at 
 Vienna, as tutor to Maximilian, whose 
 pathetic ending in Mexico is an event in 
 our century. Father Lieb was an accom- 
 plished linguist and a noted authority on 
 Canon Law. He served until November 
 23, 1 88 1. During the closing years of his 
 pastorate, he was assisted by the Rev. F. 
 Mesmer. 
 
 Rev. Ernest Windthorst, who succeeded 
 Father Lieb, is a nephew of the late Herr 
 Windthorst, the great Catholic leader in 
 the Reichstag. While in Chillicothe, the 
 Holy See conferred on him the title of 
 Monsignor, making him a member of the 
 Papal household. Mgr. Windthorst is a 
 scholarly gentleman, and was both rever- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 225 
 
 enced by his parishioners and esteemed by 
 the citizens generally. 
 
 The present incumbent is Rev. Wm. B 
 Miggeel. The congregation numbers over 
 180 families. St. Mary's and St. Peter's 
 Churches have had, from their organiza- 
 tion, parochial schools for boys and girls. 
 The Sisters of Notre Dame, of Mercy, 
 and of St. Joseph have been, at different 
 times, the teachers. 
 
AN OLD HISTORIC HOME. 
 
 THE first deed on record for this 
 property was from General Massie 
 to John McCoy. In 1804, John McCoy 
 deeded it to Thomas Worthington. The 
 third deed was from Thomas Worthing- 
 ton, in 1805, to Nathaniel WilHs. I do 
 not know who built the original house. 
 Willis was the father of N. P. Willis and 
 the founder of the Scioto Gazette, In 
 1809, h^ deeded back to Worthington, 
 and in 18 10, Worthington deeded to 
 Jesse Spencer. In Southard's records, 
 Jesse Spencer, Register of the land ofifice, 
 lived in a two-story brick house on Fifth 
 Street, west of the Academy lot. In 
 181 2, Spencer sold to Anthony Walke. 
 When Commodore Henry Walke last vis- 
 226 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 227 
 
 ited Chillicothe, he spoke of his brother 
 Thomas having been born here, and also 
 about his playing ball on the ground west 
 of the house, and jumping Honey Creek. 
 In 18 1 5, Mr. Walke sold to Thomas 
 James, who resided here for fifty years. 
 Mr. James's first wife was a sister of Gen- 
 eral Massie ; she died early, leaving four 
 children, — Thomas, Nathaniel, Ann, and 
 Charlotte. Mr. James again married. 
 The second wife was Miss Jane Claypoole, 
 a lady of fine presence, who presided over 
 his hospitable house with grace and dig- 
 nity. Mr. Claypoole, Mrs. James's father, 
 came from Philadelphia to take the presi- 
 dency of the United States Bank. He 
 had several sons and daughters, who were 
 great additions to the society of Chilli- 
 cothe. One child Eliza (Mrs. Carson), 
 was noted for her intellectual qualities. 
 Charlotte James lived most of the time 
 with her uncle, Henry Massie, in Louis- 
 ville, Kentucky. Thomas died in early 
 boyhood. Nat lived to man's estate and 
 died here in his father's house about 1835. 
 
2 28 Che-L e- Co- The, 
 
 He came home from Cincinnati ill, and 
 the next day broke out with varioloid. 
 His sister Charlotte was to be married in a 
 week. As all the preparations were made, 
 Mrs. James decided to have the wedding 
 at the appointed time. Nat was isolated 
 in a bedroom in the back part of the 
 house. The day after the wedding he 
 died. His father was constant in atten- 
 dance on him, and he and Mr. Peet, the 
 Episcopal minister, were the sole attend- 
 ants at his funeral. Ann, beautiful and 
 accomplished, married Nathaniel Pendle- 
 ton of Cincinnati. 
 
 Mr. James was social and hospitable. 
 Mrs. James, a queen of society, entertained 
 a great deal. Her sons were, Abram, 
 William, Anvil, Louis, and Edmund. 
 The daughters were Elizabeth, now Mrs. 
 John Dun of Columbus ; Jane, Mrs. 
 Thompson of Baltimore ; Gertrude, who 
 died young ; and Mary, Mrs. Massie and 
 afterwards Mrs. Colonel Cochran of Vir- 
 ginia. Mr. James built additions to the 
 house as the needs of his family required, 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 229 
 
 and, finally, in 1838, he built a new front 
 consisting of two rooms and a hall. The 
 stone arch that framed in the transom of 
 the front door was left intact, and now 
 forms a fine feature of the hall. Mrs. 
 James ornamented the lawn with fine 
 shrubbery and lovely roses ; she also had 
 a fine garden stocked with fruit. The lot 
 extended from 5th Street to 7th Street, 
 and from the school lot to Walnut Street. 
 After Mr. James's death, Mrs. James con- 
 tinued to live in the house until her death. 
 Then the property was sold, in 1867, to 
 Wesley Claypool, and again in 1879 ^^ 
 M. Scott Cook. The old part of the 
 house still remains in good preservation, 
 and the old fashioned pump with its big 
 stock and large iron handle, is still stand- 
 ing in the rear of the house. The house 
 has been the scene of many changes, and 
 has a history unequalled in Chillicothe. 
 The many gay scenes and lovely parties 
 enacted in it, would make interesting 
 history, even to the ghost that occasionally 
 makes visits to its inmates. 
 
A SOCIETY SKETCH. 
 1 830-1 850. 
 
 AN evening party in the yesterdays 
 was a far more stately and cere- 
 monious occasion than it is now ; no such 
 frivolity as small tables, served plates, 
 and courses would have been tolerated, 
 for form and ceremony were much more 
 important factors in society at that time. 
 When all the guests had assembled 
 there were to be seen the girls — were ever 
 girls so lovely ! — with fair white necks and 
 dimpled arms, rising from clouds of misty 
 white muslin or billows of foaming white 
 tarleton (white and muslins were the 
 proper party wear for young maidens), 
 made with full floating skirts, a plain 
 bodice fastened in the back, the always 
 230 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 231 
 
 becoming bertha of lace or folds framing 
 the shoulders, the drooping curls or glossy 
 braids, shading the sweetest faces in the 
 world ; trains were not for girls, so the 
 little feet stole in and out from the snowy 
 skirts, giving but a glimpse of dainty 
 slipper and clocked stocking. The ma- 
 trons, equally as much to be admired, 
 were stately in silks, and velvets, and 
 satins, giving life and color to the scene ; 
 they could wear jewels, rich laces, and 
 nodding plumes, which no maiden could 
 don, and to the utmost did they exercise 
 that prerogative in the Chillicothe of old. 
 And the gentlemen, of them, we can only 
 say they wore the handsomest, most ap- 
 proved evening dress. 
 
 At a fixed hour, when the supper was 
 to be served, the doors were opened 
 solemnly, and the tables in all their beauty 
 appeared to view, — that sight alone would 
 put to blush the modern fashion of party 
 going. Sometimes the tables were en 
 evidence during the whole evening, al- 
 
232 Che-Le- Co- The. 
 
 though the serving did not begin until a 
 given time. Though less ceremonious, this 
 plan had its advantages, as all the varied 
 beauties could not be taken in at a glance. 
 The snowy damask, sometimes decked 
 with myrtle or ivy tastefully arranged, 
 covered both tables, — for there were always 
 two, either in the same or an adjacent 
 room, — one the supper, and the other the 
 refreshment table. 
 
 The centre ornament was always a 
 pyramid ; perchance it was of crystal, 
 built of graduated glass stands, each of 
 which was wreathed with green and bore 
 a circle of wine glasses, filled with brilliant 
 sparkling jelly. Or perhaps the pyramid 
 was of fruit, oranges and lemons, with 
 their glossy, dark green leaves interspersed 
 with an occasional spray of the fragrant 
 blossoms. A beautiful one, which lingered 
 in the memory like a picture of rare color- 
 ing, had the blushing, wax-like *' Lady 
 Apples " peeping through and depending 
 from the shining sprays of myrtle. The 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 233 
 
 latter wreathed each stand of the pyramid 
 which held the glittering cut glasses filled 
 with quivering amber jelly. This struc- 
 ture reached the chandelier, from which 
 pendent sprays of myrtle mingled with 
 the wreaths. Each end of the table bore 
 also a pyramid, one of "kisses," and one 
 of maccaroons ; both of which were cov- 
 ered with a filmy, misty veil of spun sugar 
 that shimmered and sparkled in the light. 
 The ice-creams were also in the shape of 
 pyramids ; while preserves and candies, 
 in fiat dishes of cut glass, formed sweet 
 valleys to these delicious mountain peaks. 
 Enormous fruit, bride, and pound cakes 
 were beautifully and elaborately decorated 
 with icing, triumphs of the confectioner's 
 art ; and silver baskets twinkled here and 
 there filled with small cakes. These were 
 ornamented with frosting " dots," and 
 melted in one's mouth. Quite as orna- 
 mental, in their way, as the dainties named, 
 were the substantial. The pink ham with 
 its shading of feathery parsley was a pic- 
 
234 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 ture ; and ivory breast of fowl in delicate 
 slices, a fine contrast to the encircling 
 green ; while plates of thinnest bread and 
 butter, and crusty brown rolls, added their 
 low tones to this charming scheme of 
 color. 
 
 In a corner of the room, or in a con- 
 venient room or hall adjacent, was placed 
 a small, ornamented table bearing quan- 
 tities of cups and saucers of handsome 
 china and a silver equipage for coffee, 
 piles of plates and saucers, dainty fringed 
 napkins, and heaps of forks and spoons 
 were placed convenient for serving. The 
 tables, glowing with color, and glittering 
 with silver and cut glass, were made still 
 more brilliant by the candelabras, with 
 their twinkling tapers and sparkling prisms, 
 which every moment sent forth rays of 
 ever changing light. 
 
 This altar — the description of which is 
 the merest sketch — was presided over by 
 a negro deity, Morris O'Free, who used 
 to appear the day before the festive occa- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 235 
 
 sion, prepare the meats, bake the cakes, 
 arrange for the deHcious salad, in fact take 
 full control of everything ; and the hostess, 
 knowing everything would be safe in his 
 practised hands, was free to expend her 
 energies in the beautiful decorations. 
 Never another has arisen like unto Morris ! 
 The day of the party, with no fuss or 
 worry, everything was made ready by him, 
 even to lighting the candles. At the last 
 moment he filled with lemonade the im- 
 mense cut-glass bowl which, with its 
 attendant glasses, was placed in the hall ; 
 then in ministerial broadcloth and with 
 dignified manner he stood ready to open 
 the door and wave the guests toward the 
 dressing rooms. When the supper was 
 served, Morris was still the presiding deity, 
 and with his assistants, whom he managed 
 so well, he served the guests to the deli- 
 cacies he had prepared. A " gentleman 
 of the old school was Morris " — may he 
 rest in peace. 
 
 Many of these entertainments were 
 
236 Che-L e- Co- The. 
 
 dancing parties, but when given in house- 
 holds where that amusement was not 
 approved of, the evening was spent in 
 conversation and music. 
 
 Mrs. Wills had fine taste in decorating, 
 and would often lend great assistance to 
 her friends, beside entertaining often and 
 handsomely herself ; and the bevy of 
 pretty girls she had about her gave an 
 added charm to her parties. 
 
 The summer season was especially gay, 
 and, frequently, the parties would be in 
 rapid succession, the great difficulty being 
 to find evenings enough. Mrs. General 
 Murphy gave famous parties ; she always 
 had one in strawberry and one in rasp- 
 berry time. Mrs. Richard Douglas was a 
 delightful hostess, as well as a charming 
 and intellectual woman. Mrs. Jones gave 
 frequent parties for her handsome daugh- 
 ters, and for the many guests who came 
 to the city. Judge Morris's stately daugh- 
 ters gave grace to his entertainments, as 
 did their beautiful descendants in more 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 237 
 
 modern times. Mrs. Trimble had many 
 fascinating visitors to give life and charm 
 when she entertained ; and one of them, 
 dainty Miss Bettie Atwood, was per- 
 suaded by Mr. McClintick to accept a 
 home in Chillicothe. 
 
 The house of Mrs. James McLandburgh, 
 with its spacious halls and drawing-rooms, 
 was the scene of many an evening party 
 of wondrous beauty, and its handsome 
 mistress presided charmingly over this 
 hospitable home. Mrs. Humphrey Fuller- 
 ton's house, with its gay Kentucky guests 
 and lovely daughters, was always popular. 
 Mrs. Atwood gave many delightful par- 
 ties, — the house-warming, when she en- 
 tered her new home on the corner of Fifth 
 and Paint Streets, being a most brilliant 
 affair. While her guest, handsome Miss 
 Margaret King was wooed and won, — 
 and as Mrs. Nathaniel Wilson, in later 
 years, herself entertained charmingly. 
 
 How delightful, after a drive through 
 the perfumed dusk of a summer night, or 
 
238 Che- Le- Co- The, 
 
 the cold, white moonlight of winter, the 
 dancing and feasting at Mr. Woodbridge's, 
 — or at the Adams homestead ! A bril- 
 liant occasion for old and young was the 
 dancing reception that General Greene 
 gave as a house-warming in what is now 
 the Kendrick property. An invitation to 
 one of Mrs. Hoffman's parties was hailed 
 with delight ; the Dun families had many 
 delightful entertainments ; Mrs. Marfield 
 and Mrs. Ross had charming parties; 
 Mr. Ross, before his own marriage, gave 
 a reception to Mr. Henry McLandburgh 
 and his bride, in his bachelor quarters, 
 which was a notable affair. Mrs. Carlisle 
 and Mrs. Carson had handsome daughters 
 who made their entertainments bright 
 and vivacious. Colonel Bond's receptions 
 charmed every one ; and no dainties, in 
 later years, taste like those which were 
 served at Mrs. Dr. Foulke's parties. Were 
 evenings ever so fascinating as those on 
 which Mrs. Latham gave her famous en- 
 tertainments ! Mrs. Judge Hall of Cincin- 
 nati, — a sister of Mrs. Latham, and of 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 239 
 
 Gen. Robert Anderson of Fort Sumter 
 fame, — who visited Chillicothe as a gay, 
 vivacious widow, taking captive all hearts, 
 said many years later: ''Those happy, 
 bright days ! How charming the lavish hos- 
 pitality of those dear, old Chillicothe homes 
 — I have never seen such beautiful parties 
 — never met a more delightful society ! " 
 
 " Those dear, old Chillicothe homes " — 
 that part echoes drearily through my heart, 
 for as I recall the old, the original home- 
 steads, that once were radiant with life I 
 can think of but one — the old Fullerton 
 house — which still remains in the old name. 
 True, in Mr. George Renick's old stone 
 house on the hill — the scene of many a 
 youthful frolic, — there are descendants of 
 another name, and also at Fruit Hill and 
 Adena, but in nearly all, the " lights are 
 fled, the garland dead" — only the living 
 flowers bloom still in Memory's fadeless 
 wreath, and 
 
 " Oft in the stilly night, 
 E'er slumber's chain hath bound me — 
 Fond memory brings the light 
 Of other days around me." 
 
A REMINISCENCE-EMIN BEY'S 
 VISIT. 
 
 IN trying to write a little sketch of the 
 visit of Emin Bey and his party to 
 our city, in the fall of 1850, I encountered 
 the old difficulty in getting at the facts of 
 reminiscence. For memories have a way 
 of differing from each other and becom- 
 ing vague, and I realized how rapidly the 
 past is growing dim and leaving us, and 
 that we must quickly gather the incidents, 
 or they will soon be beyond our reach. 
 Emin Bey was a man of high rank, and 
 was sent by the Sultan to examine the 
 educational and civic institutions in this 
 country, under the guidance of John Por- 
 ter Brown, who was admirably fitted for 
 the office, by his long residence in Turkey, 
 and by his familiarity with the language, 
 240 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 241 
 
 customs, and needs of that foreign land. 
 But his visit to our city was as a personal 
 friend of Mr. Brown, and partook more 
 of a social nature. 
 
 The citizens were delighted to welcome 
 the old friend of their boyhood days, and 
 to bestow on him the honors due his posi- 
 tion. So with all the cordial hospitality 
 for which Chillicothe was noted, many 
 homes were thrown open, among them, 
 those of Mr. George Wood, Thomas 
 James, Jacob Atwood, Colonel Madeira, 
 and James McLandburgh. This series of 
 handsome entertainments was interspersed 
 by a number of smaller affairs, and wound 
 up with a large ball at the Athenaeum, to 
 which many guests from a distance were 
 invited. The Emin Bey party consisted 
 of Emin Bey, his Secretary, and an atten- 
 dant ; John Porter Brown, Mrs. Brown 
 his mother, and also his wife, who was his 
 cousin, being a daughter of Commodore 
 Porter, and Dr. Bouldin, a half-brother of 
 
 Mrs. Brown. The latter was so pleased 
 
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242 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 with Chillicothe, that he concluded to re- 
 main, thinking he would locate perma- 
 nently. But, whether he was disappointed 
 that Chillicothe did not keep up her lavish 
 entertaining, or received no calls for med- 
 ical advice, or some fair one refused to 
 smile upon him is not known, but after a 
 stay of several months, he left. 
 
 Emin Bey and his Secretary were fine- 
 looking Turks, exceedingly polite and gen- 
 tlemanly in their manners, and when they 
 donned their native dress, must have pre- 
 sented a picturesque appearance. They, 
 as well as Mr. Brown, were delighted with 
 their reception, were very enthusiastic in 
 expressing their admiration, and showed 
 their appreciation, by bestowing many 
 gifts upon their entertainers ; such as 
 handsome Turkey rugs, antique rings, 
 mummy hands, pipes, slippers, and howling 
 dervish images. Some of these things are 
 still found in the families, but most of 
 them, like their owners, are gone. 
 
 The party left here, with several Chilli- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 243 
 
 cotheans, in a large four-seated stage, for 
 Portsmouth, where they took a steamboat 
 for Cincinnati. From one of the ladies 
 who was with the party, I learned that it 
 was a bitter cold December morning; 
 there had been rain the day before, and 
 the temperature changing suddenly, every 
 thing was covered with ice glistening in 
 the bright sunshine. It was a new expe- 
 rience for the Turks, who nearly buried 
 themselves in blankets and furs, on the 
 back seat of the stage, so that nothing 
 was visible but a nose and fez. But as 
 the road wound around among the hills 
 across Paint Creek, Emin Bey would 
 brave the keen air and lean forward to 
 gaze with enthusiastic admiration at the 
 glistening spectacle, exclaiming, " Dia- 
 monds grow on trees in this country." 
 At every stopping-place, an eager crowd 
 would surround the stage, calling for the 
 " Turks." 
 
 It was nearly dark when they reached 
 Portsmouth, where they were evidently 
 
244 Che- Le- Co- The. 
 
 expected, as the crowd increased at every 
 square, and the sidewalks were thronged 
 when they reached the hotel fronting the 
 river. But owing to the manoeuvres of 
 one of the Chillicothe gentlemen, who 
 placed a muff belonging to one of the 
 young ladies on his head (muffs in 
 those days were of enormous size) and 
 looking out of the stage door, first on 
 one side and then on the other, created 
 great excitement among the crowd, Mr. 
 Brown was enabled to get the Turks out 
 of the stage and on to the boat before the 
 crowd realized that they had been fooled. 
 When the young man dropped his gro- 
 tesque head-gear and tried to appear in- 
 nocent, the crowd became very angry, 
 threatening to put him in the river, and 
 but for the presence of the ladies, he could 
 not have reached the boat unmolested. 
 
 I am sorry that I could not learn some 
 of the details of the reception of the Emin 
 Bey Party when they reached Chillicothe, 
 but beyond the fact that a large delega- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 245 
 
 tion of the most honored citizens met 
 them on the Columbus Pike, near Hope- 
 town, I could learn nothing. It was rather 
 a strange coincidence, that on the spot 
 where John Porter Brown, in his youth, 
 bade good-bye to the kind friends who 
 had persuaded him to break away from 
 his old associations and to join his uncle, 
 Commodore Porter, at Constantinople ; 
 on the very spot where they had placed 
 him in the wagon which was to take him 
 to Philadelphia, he was met with all honor 
 on his return to his native city. He must 
 have thought of the contrast in the two 
 events, and we can imagine a feeling of 
 regret that his old friends were not among 
 the number who welcomed him. 
 
 I could learn but little about John Por- 
 ter Brown's early life, for he went away 
 from Chillicothe when a boy just entering 
 his teens. The family lived at the lower 
 end of Paint Street ; his father was a 
 tanner, but unsteady in his habits, and 
 failed to provide for his family. His 
 
2 46 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 mother was a sister of Commodore Por- 
 ter, and when Miss Davenport, a friend 
 of her girlhood, came out from Philadel- 
 phia to visit her, she was so distressed to 
 find her in such unhappy circumstances 
 that she wrote to Commodore Porter, who 
 immediately sent for his sister to join him 
 at Constantinople where he was then Con- 
 sul. But it was with difficulty and by 
 strategy that Miss Davenport succeeded in 
 getting young Brown to join his mother 
 and uncle. He preferred his free and 
 easy life, when with gun in hand, he 
 would spend days in wandering over the 
 hills (for game was abundant then, even 
 deer were found). The manliness in his 
 nature prevailed, however, and he resolved 
 to make something of himself. So he 
 went to Miss Davenport and told her that 
 if she could arrange it, he was willing to 
 go, but that his father was keeping close 
 watch over him. Whatever Miss Daven- 
 port attempted she carried through ; so 
 after getting an outfit ready, she had him 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 247 
 
 meet her near Hopetown, where she had 
 gone with Colonel and Mrs. Bond, then, 
 changing his clothes in the woods near by 
 they placed him in a wagon which was 
 going to Philadelphia. 
 
 After a long, weary ride across the 
 mountains they reached the city. The 
 driver put the boy out at a street corner, 
 told him to wait until he returned, and 
 drove off with the trunk containing the 
 new outfit. After a long wait he realized 
 that he was deserted, but remembering 
 that Miss Davenport had sewed a letter 
 in his coat pocket, he started up the street 
 scanning the faces of the passers by. Fi- 
 nally, he stopped one whose face he 
 thought looked kind, and taking the letter 
 from his pocket, asked if he could tell him 
 where to find the person to whom it was 
 addressed. 
 
 The gentleman looked at him a mo- 
 ment and said — '' I am the man." After 
 reading the letter, he took the poor for- 
 saken boy home and kept him, until there 
 
248 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 was an opportunity to place him in a ves- 
 sel going to Constantinople. There he 
 grew up to manhood, learned the lan- 
 guage, manners, and customs, of the Porte, 
 was first made Dragoman, then Charge 
 d' Affaires, which position he held until his 
 death. It was after he had risen to promi- 
 nence that he returned to this country ; 
 and it must have been with feelings of 
 pride that he visited his native city, and 
 met with such cordial and lavish hospital- 
 ity from the friends of his youth. 
 
 I do not know whether he ever saw Miss 
 Davenport again ; for she went to Cin- 
 cinnati, soon after 1840, with Colonel 
 Bond's family, but I am sure that if she 
 were still living, he saw her when he 
 visited that city. 
 
THE WESTERN BUILDING IN 
 THE FIFTIES. 
 
 LIKE most boys living in the west- 
 end of Chillicothe, my entry into 
 school life was through the Western Build- 
 ing, and, naturally, by way of good old 
 Miss Pierson's room. I have yet a lively 
 recollection of her early discovery of my 
 predilection for geography, and of her 
 choosing me, when visitors were present, 
 to name and point out the State-Capitals ; 
 this pleasure was always tempered by the 
 fear that New Hampshire's capital would 
 be called for, and pride had a fall when 
 such was the case, for the nearest my in- 
 fantile lips could pronounce it was '* corn- 
 cob," and I dreaded the laugh raised at 
 my expense. 
 
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250 Che-Le-Co- The, 
 
 As in these latter days, when certain 
 ** fads " or ** crazes " sweep over the land, 
 such as the " Blue Glass Craze," Spelling 
 Bees, Crusades, *' Commonwealers," and 
 so forth, so such epidemics used to break 
 out at school. The first that I can remem- 
 ber was playing soldier, when we were 
 formed into companies and drilled, and 
 on one occasion were marched to the old 
 ash-pile that used to be where the northern 
 entrance to the Park now is. Later on 
 came a Licorice-water epidemic, when 
 nearly every boy in the Western Building 
 was selling a compound of licorice, sugar, 
 and water. The invariable price, even of 
 the best brands, was a pin for a drink, and 
 the proprietor's finger was held carefully to 
 a certain spot, while the beverage was gurg- 
 ling down the purchaser's throat. What 
 became of the formidable array of pins in 
 the lapels of the boys' coats, I am unable to 
 say, except that a small portion, after being 
 bent to a certain shape, found their way 
 into the benches of some of the pupils. 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 251 
 
 Later on came the mania for ring-mak- 
 ing, when mussel shells, hard rubber but- 
 tons, and cannel coal, were being rubbed 
 by scores of boys on the stone-facings, and 
 sills of the school building, or were being 
 bored out with rat-tail files. The rings 
 made from pink shells were the most 
 prized. 
 
 I recall the indisposition for active exer- 
 tion on the part of one of the boys, when 
 a group of us were telling each other what 
 trade or profession we intended to follow 
 when we were grown. Most of us thought 
 that we would be confectioners, but he 
 said he intended to be a drayman, so that 
 he could always ride for nothing. He 
 was bright enough, however, to win the 
 prize for the greatest improvement in 
 penmanship ; although the best penman in 
 school, he had begun his copy-book with a 
 miserable scrawl, but continued gradually 
 to improve until at the end of the term 
 he wrote so well that the prize was handed 
 over to him without any hesitation. 
 
252 Che-Le- Co- The. 
 
 This brings to mind the time that Mr. 
 Reid, the writing teacher, vexed some of 
 the boys. They got even with him by in- 
 ducing every boy and girl, when the next 
 copy-books had to be bought, to bring 
 their dimes all in one-cent pieces (the big 
 old-fashioned ones at that), and Mr. Reid's 
 anger can be imagined when he lifted the 
 load that he had to carry. 
 
 The epidemics before spoken of were 
 not always confined to the boys, as many 
 of us can recall the time when the poke- 
 bonnet swept over the land ; every girl in 
 the Western Building had one within a 
 very short period after its advent, and 
 later on, its contrast, the saucy turban, 
 had its inning and was as universally 
 popular. 
 
 In those days much more latitude was 
 allowed the scholars in their games than 
 now ; on one occasion ''fox and hounds" 
 was played clear over on the side of Spring 
 Hill, and parties were sometimes gotten 
 up to rob the orchard of old Colonel Tay- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 253 
 
 lor, who lived where Mr. David Smart 
 afterwards dwelt for some time. This 
 freedom may have been caused, in part, 
 by the open grounds of the school, which 
 for many years were not fenced in on the 
 south side. After Wood's Indian show 
 had exhibited in Chillicothe, the boys went 
 daft on the subject of Indians, and I well 
 remember the wild dance and the bonfire in 
 the front yard of the school, the boys hav- 
 ing their faces stained with poke-berries, 
 and their heads ornamented with chicken 
 feathers, while on the fire was laid the 
 dead body of a dog, which was roasted 
 amid the outlandish yells and " war- 
 whoops" of " us boys." 
 
 Many other things come to my mind as 
 I write, that would be of interest to old 
 school-mates, and might possibly be to 
 others, but I have already written more 
 than I intended, and perhaps more than I 
 ought, so I will call a halt on myself. 
 
LUCY WEBB HAYES. 
 
 POSITIVE traits of character are not 
 the result of accident, but come in 
 the way indicated by Carlisle, when he 
 said, "No great man was ever born of 
 fools." That which made the object of 
 this sketch distinguished was not the acci- 
 dent of occupying the high position of 
 wife of the President of the United States, 
 but was the inevitable outcome, under any 
 circumstances, of inheritance and of influ- 
 ences which began at her cradle. We 
 propose to speak, however, only of that 
 period of the life of Lucy Webb Hayes 
 which belongs peculiarly to Chillicothe. 
 Tenderness, and kindness of heart, and a 
 desire to minister to the unfortunate, were 
 the ruling motives of her life. 
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LUCY WKBB HAYES 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 255 
 
 Dr. James Webb, her father, was born 
 in Kentucky and served in the war of 
 1 8 1 2. He was of the finest type of South- 
 ern gentlemen, generous, tender, chiv- 
 alrous, and opposed to slavery. Her 
 mother, Maria Cook, daughter of Judge 
 Isaac Cook of Puritan stock, was a woman 
 of unusual strength of character and re- 
 ligious convictions. 
 
 Dr. Webb lost his life in Kentucky, 
 during a terrible scourge of cholera, 
 while nursing his father's family. Mrs. 
 Webb, thus being left a widow early in 
 life, devoted herself to the problem of 
 rearing and educating her children. Lucy 
 being a great favorite with her grand- 
 father, Judge Cook, whose temperance 
 principles were most pronounced, early 
 Imbibed from him those views which so 
 greatly influenced her afterlife, and which 
 have made her name an Inspiration to all 
 temperance workers. 
 
 In course of time, she became a pupil 
 in Miss Baskerville's school. Some inci- 
 
256 Che-Le-Co-Thi 
 
 dents occurred during that period, which 
 Illustrate the dominant traits of her char- 
 acter, not only in childhood, but In all her 
 after life. The following Is told as a part 
 of her own experience, by a friend still a 
 resident of Chillicothe : 
 
 There came one day into the school 
 two little girls, who were the daughters of 
 a well-to-do widow recently arrived from 
 Germany, attracted to the new world by 
 Its more liberal institutions. Wishing to 
 secure the best educational advantages 
 for her daughters, she placed them in 
 Miss Baskervllle's school. The little 
 strangers were dressed, of course, in the 
 fashions of Germany, with their hair hang, 
 ing in plaits down their backs. '' Original 
 sin " crops out In girls, as well as in boys, 
 and the little foreigners were made the 
 butt of school-girl pranks and ridicule, 
 and their toes were stepped on to call 
 attention to the queerly shaped shoes 
 they wore. Lucy at once became the 
 champion of the forlorn little strangers. 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 257 
 
 carrying them off to play under the big 
 shady trees of the school-yard, and keep- 
 ing a bright lookout that they were not 
 imposed upon by the mischief-loving girls. 
 Producing from her pocket the necessary 
 materials, she cut out, and together they 
 sewed doll clothes, thus making them for- 
 get, in the happy moments under the 
 trees, the slights and contempt so keenly 
 felt by children. One of these little gar- 
 ments was treasured by one of the sisters 
 until her death, many years afterwards. 
 The survivor, in relating this story, 
 said earnestly, "' We never forgot Lucy 
 Webb, neither did we forget the girl who 
 trod on our toes." 
 
 There was plenty of fire in Lucy Webb's 
 nature, and she was fearless in resenting 
 wrong even in high places, as the follow- 
 ing will show : One day she took a small 
 cousin (now Gen. J. S. Fullerton) to 
 school as a visitor. Miss Baskerville, 
 with that disregard for the polite amenities 
 for which she was famous, proceeded to 
 
258 Che-Le- Co- The, 
 
 apply her switch to the small visitor, for 
 some fancied dereliction. Miss Basker- 
 ville was an autocrat unequalled by any 
 Russian czar, and to question her author- 
 ity was an unheard of enormity among her 
 pupils. But Lucy flew at her like a little 
 fury, twisting the switch from her hand, 
 and crying, " How dare you whip Joe, I 
 brought him here to visit, and you shan't 
 touch him." The school sat breathless, 
 expecting to see the daring offender wiped 
 out from off the face of the earth, but the 
 grim old lady smiled and dismissed the 
 children with some caustic remark. Lucy 
 carried Joe off home, to pour out her in- 
 dignant heart to his mother, and it is 
 needless to add that never again did she 
 take a visitor to Miss Baskerville's school. 
 
 Her nature was not more sympathetic 
 than joyous and happy. No one who 
 knew her can forget the sunshiny effect 
 of her presence in any company or house- 
 hold. 
 
 Mrs. Webb, in time, removed from Chil- 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday. 259 
 
 licothe to Delaware, Ohio, to educate her 
 sons, and Lucy received instruction from 
 the Professors of the College. After- 
 wards, they removed to Cincinnati, where 
 she graduated at the Wesleyan College, a 
 school of high character. Lucy, at this 
 time, was sixteen years old, and her 
 appearance is thus described by a school- 
 mate, and life-long friend, Mrs. Dr. John 
 Davis, of Cincinnati, who has written a 
 most complete and appreciative sketch of 
 her life : 
 
 '* A pure, innocent face, somewhat shy 
 and demure in expression. Large hazel 
 eyes, capable of dancing with mirth, or 
 melting into tenderness. Abundant dark, 
 glossy hair, worn not unlike the style 
 with which you are all familiar. Mouth 
 sweet and expressive, classically formed 
 nose, arched eyebrows, full, intellectual 
 forehead, and complexion known as rose 
 brunette. She was of medium height, 
 with slender, girlish form, in a dress of 
 
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 gray cashmere, made in the extreme of 
 simpHcity. The tout ensemble gave the 
 impression of a certain naive refinement, 
 not unHke that of the Puritan maiden, 
 Priscilla, whose picture is so exquisitely 
 drawn for us by Longfellow. This is 
 how I saw her that day in school, stand- 
 ing by my desk, as I looked up from my 
 book." 
 
 That after a lapse of forty-one years, 
 Mrs. Davis could so distinctly recall her 
 looks, her tone, her dress, is evidence 
 of her intense personality, which so im- 
 pressed itself upon her friends, that they 
 can still almost hear her voice, see the 
 light of her beautiful eyes, and feel the 
 charm of her smile which was a strongly 
 marked feature of her youth. 
 
 Mrs. Webb's residence now became 
 fixed in Cincinnati, and there, Lucy re- 
 newed the friendship begun in Delaware, 
 with Rutherford B. Hayes, which culmi- 
 nated in their marriage. Chillicothe was 
 
Glimpses of Yesterday, 261 
 
 never again to be her home, but to it 
 she returned constantly, turning with joy 
 from the honors and excitements of later 
 years, to its tranquil atmosphere, and its, 
 to her, ever sacred memories. 
 
 THE END. 
 

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