y &W-) , $ 1 pq PAW> BIOS. i/\XAJp, B"r s-dCoTid I 41 -s d ic - a ci 4 /^vw. BR ADF1>F(d AO ADE)M Y. JIJ a i\ufud A'lidei^oi} Aladriet Afewell, Arm 1:1. jud^oi) 1884. Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2018 with funding from Columbia University Libraries https://archive.org/details/publicexercisesaOOunse D c Exercises -AT THE- PRESENTATION OF THE PORTRAITS -OF- RUFUS ANDERSON, D, D„ MRS, HARRIET NEWELL, AND MRS, ANN H, JUDSON, -TO- BRADFORD ACADEMY, MARCH 26, 1884. HAVERHILL: Mitchell & Hoyt, Printers, No. 4 Main Street. 18S4. ra m ta ■ a ■ i: <• S') s»s ■ S»S ■ ) BRADFORD ACADEMY. PRESENTATION OF THE PORTRAITS OF RUFUS ANDERSON, D. D., HARRIET NEWELL, AND ANN H. JUDSON. (■S C On Wednesday, March 26th, 1884, the portraits of Dr. Anderson, Mrs. Newell and Mrs. Jndson were for¬ mally presented to Bradford Academy. The occasion called together a large audience, including many distin¬ guished friends of the school from Boston and other leading cities and towns in New England. The portrait of Dr. Anderson, who was for many years President of the Board of Trustees, was the gift of Mr. Elbridge G. Wood and Mr. John L. Hobson of Haverhill. Mrs. Judson’s portrait was given by the pupils of the Acade¬ my for the year 1883. The portrait of Harriet Aewell was given by Mrs. Mary F. Ames of Haverhill, in behalf of the Centre Congregational Church in that city. The artist who produced these faithful delineations of the faces of these distinguished characters, whose fame has added dignity to the Academy was Miss Jane E. Bartlett of Boston, and by the power of her art she has won high praise from all who have had the pleasure of examining her work. The exercises attending the presentation commenced at 11 o’clock A. M., and pro¬ ceeded in the following order. I. PRAYER by Dr. N. G. Clark, Secretary of the American Board. II. CHANT—Gloria in Excelsis. School. III. PRESENTATION of Dr. Anderson’s portrait by Rev. R. II. Seeley, D. D., of Haverhill. ■s c) ■ I- H o n (■*< 0 w? H i !■! US US 4' r i Si) L> )*s h d S.s s ,s s's s*s SjS S 4 S s a s US L) \*s ,.s u) ■> * ■ US 4 (‘S >*s US h o s*s s.s s,s n (•s U ' S*) S*s (»' X S«J * U) \ls X Meiw(BMWfi!n»«3«*i»atieiBi*SBOHMon*jn«J*inMnjnifiHB!HnBicsHn UBBHBBRBBtl ADDRESS OF DR; SEELEY, ■ ■ (•) $»? Tliere are some duties from which one may shrink, though it is very pleasant to perform them. Such a duty is that now before me. I call it a “duty,” because I perform it at the request of two of my re¬ spected parishioners,* whose wish, (in such a matter,) has, forme, the force of law. As all present are aware, my part in these exercises, is the pres¬ entation (on behalf of the gentlemen referred to,) of this beautiful portrait of the Rev. Dr. Rufus Anderson, to the Trustees of this Academy, hencelorth to occupy a prominent position in this spacious and elegant chapel. I shrink from the service, because it could be performed so much more happily and profitably by others ; and I am pleased to perform it, because, in the circumstances, the placing of this picture on its walls, is a high honor to this Academy, and is a fitting tribute of respect to him who was once a pupil, and of late its President. It is also a happy coincidence that the Institution is located in this good old town of Bradford, in which the American Board of Com¬ missioners for Foreign Missions was formed, at a meeting of the Massachusetts General Conference, in June, 1813. The Rev. Dr. Anderson was born Aug. 17th, 1796, at North Yar¬ mouth, Ale., where his father, whose name he bore, was pastor of the 2nd Cong’l Church. In 1805, his father removed from North Yarmouth and became pastor of the Cong’l Church at Wenham ; and, as Bradford Academy was then a school for both sexes, the young Anderson be¬ came one of its pupils. Fie entered Bowdoin College, (of which his father was a Trustee,) in 1814. By the students he was chosen President of the leading Literary Society, the highest honor they could give him ; and alter sustaining a high rank in his class, he graduated in 1818. His father, like some other ministers of the Congregational Churches, had become deeply interested in the unevangelized nations; and the son, (being somewhat imbued with his father’s sentiments,) chose for ^Messrs. E. G. Wood, and J. L. Hobson, Esqs. , e v e vi S )» s >»; •s <■> 5 » >■> <■) ■ <■? ■ . his graduating oration, the almost prophetic theme, “The probable IMPROVEMENT OF THE WORLD ”* He then entered Andover Seminary, where circumstances gave shape to his future career. He here became especially intimate with William Goodell and Daniel Temple, two men who, like himself sub¬ sequently were distinguished for their labors in the cause of missions.f When he had completed his second seminary year, he was invited by Mr. Jeremiah Evarts, Corresponding Secretary and Treasurer of the American Board, to assist him for a time in the missionary rooms in Boston, and he spent the vacation in so doing. While in the midst of his studies of the third year, he received and accepted a similar invitation ; and as Mr. Evarts had to go south on account of his health, the Secretary’s duties fell upon Mr. Anderson, who, nevertheless, after Mr. Evarts’ return, went back to Andover and graduated with his class when he was 26 years of age. He now was appointed Assistant Secretary of the Board, and ten years sub¬ sequently became its Corresponding Secretary. This latter office he continued to hold for 34 years, when, after 44 years of continuous ser¬ vice, he concluded that the labors of his office should fall into younger and more vigorous hands. He did not withdraw entirely from the cause which, for so long a time, had been the object of his thoughts, cares and anxieties, but occupied his closing years chiefly in occasional lectures, especially to young men in Theological Seminaries, in writing histories of mis¬ sions (for which no one was better qualified) and in other literary work on behalf of the Board. During these latter years, he was invited to take the Presidency of Bradford Academy, and from his knowledge of its early and subse- *A graduating oration on a kindred theme had been delivered by Rev. Sam¬ uel Nott at Union College in 1811, and Mr. Nott preached the first Missionary Sermon that same year at Worcester. He was also one of the first missionaries to India, whither he went in Feb., 1812. f We learn from a manuscript sketch of Dr. Anderson, by Rev. Dr. Dorus Clarke, that there was “at that time in the Seminary, a galaxy of foreign mis¬ sionaries of greater number and splendor than perhaps has ever graced that beautiful hill, before or since. Among them, were such men as Jonas King, Hiram Bingham, Asa Thurston, Daniel Temple, William Goodell, Isaac Bird, and William Richards. Dr. Clark also informs us that “for some time during his residence at An¬ dover, Dr. Anderson very seriously entertained the idea of devoting himself personally to the work of foreign missions, as a missionary in some foreign land.” >■) quent connection with the cause of missions, and witli the desire to promote more intimate relations between this institution and the great cause which lay so near his heart, he accepted; and to his in¬ fluence in connection with that of other open handed and large heart¬ ed friends of this school is to be attributed the uprearing of these wmlls, the dedication of the building, free from debt and the devel¬ opment of its scholastic character till it stands one of the foremost seminaries for young ladies in all the land. Such is a simple statement of the facts in his career. If we con¬ sider the peculiar nature of his life work, its aims, its extent, the manner of its performance and the spirit with which he pursued it, we shall be convinced that he occupied a place among the foremost minds of his day and generation. Like the statesman, it was his aim to act on his fellow men in such a manner as to improve their condition and their prospects. Like the best statesmen he rose above personal ambition and selfishness of every kind and degree. While the true statesman contemplates the welfare ofliis entire people, occasionally some measure which he advocates, projects its benificent influence beyond the boundaries of his own land. But no mere statesman, not even the greatest, ever imagined it to be his proper aim to attempt the improvement of the entire human race. It was reserved for those who sustain and those who manage the af¬ fairs of the great missionary societies to adopt this aim, and into this work, which contemplates the intellectual, moral and religious im¬ provement of all nations, all tribes, all of human kind,—it was the lot of our noble friend to enter. When he became Assistant Secretary of the American Board in 1822, it had but 7 missions, the oldest of them having been estab¬ lished but eight years. It had but 24 ordained missionaries, and the receipts for the year were but sixty-one thousand (61,000) dollars. During Dr. Anderson’s secretaryship, the seven missions increased to twenty, embracing one hundred stations, and two hundred and forty out-stations, occupied by native helpers. A native ministry (which was first called into the service four years after he became Assistant Secretary) numbered at his resignation more than three hundred, of whom, more than sixty were pastors of churches. The mission churches numbered almost two hundred, and more than sixty thousand members had been received into these churches. (, uJ \ ■ \*{ ; ■ yi H ,'tS : fc Vs ft ■ h H •> M i: w. p l) H ■J s a < " «s ft i: s. H it 1 *< s« s. : a k ft S' 1 "s S ■ S s.s * [ ■ 1 ■ b ■ » ■ s* .< . fa a I: s*\ * * s : : a .' ^ a \ j ' fa (•< <» u ) . 1 1 > The receipts meanwhile had risen from sixty one thousand dollars to five hundred and thirty-four thousand dollars per annum, when he resigned. This however, is but a partial statement of what had been done. When he took the Secretary’s office, the greater part of the heathen world, such as Western Asia, India, Burmah, China with their six hundred millions of souls were closed against missionary operations, but when he'withdrew from office they were all accessible to the gospel. An immense preparation had also been made for the spiritual con¬ quest of those countries in the knowledge gained of their pop¬ ulations and their languages, in the materials made ready for the war¬ fare, in the varied missionary organizations, in the skill and confidence which had been gained, and which are so needful in the conflict, and in the apprehension which so generally exists among the heathen themselves, that the missions are to be successful. Such had been the progress of the American Board and other missionary societies, that Dr. Anderson at his resignation expressed himself as follows : “Never have I had stronger assurance than now of the ultimate triumph of the missionary cause. Its progress seems to me to be as certain as that of trade, or knowledge, or freedom of thought and action. With the world open to evangelical effort as it never was before, the truly evangelical churches will be less and less able to disregard the spiritually benighted nations.” Such is his story, and it is not too much to say that, considered in the highest and broadest sense, he occupies a lofty and honorable position among the most distinguished men whose names grace our national history. Best of all, he did not seek, and apparently did not think of gaining honor or fame, but solely *of promoting the good of mankind and the glory of God. It is well therefore that his portrait should be placed in this hall, that those who shall successively occupy these seats, as the years roll by, may be reminded of the man, of the great ends he sought in life—of the manner in which he achieved them—of his relations to and interest in this institution, and of his desire that its members should intelligently and heartily identify themselves with the cause to which his life was devoted—a cause which in the grandeur of its ideas, in the comprehensiveness of its aims, and in the radical and blessed nature of its effects, is the sublimest movement on the face of the earth. S*s S'S $ s*s n >»s S*s W b ■s A * <• \»s A A H b b • b (*> H ■ b s’ b b b V 1 ‘ a o id V PRESENTATION of the portrait of Mrs. Harriett Newell, by John Crowell, M. D., of Haverhill. ADDRESS OF DR, CROWELL “When’er a noble deed is wrought, When’er is spoken a noble thought, Our souls in glad surprise To higher levels rise.’’ And our souls today, Mr. President, rise to higher levels under the inspiration of this sentiment of the poet. Seventy-two years ago, in the little village of Haverhill, on the other side of the Merrimac, a beautiful young woman, nineteen years of age, consecrated her life to the work offoreign missions. This determination so full of novelty, so tinged with the ideal of romantic adventure, was a mystery to her youthful companions, and many of the savants of the village shook their heads in grave doubt as to the results of an enterprise that promised so little. But Harriet Atwood had made up her mind to a high resolve. When she gave her life to the service of Christ in her conversion, it was no unmeaning ceremon}". It meant anything and anywhere with the Divine Master for a leader, and He who came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life, was to her a complete pattern and guide. In the ancestral home, and in the village church in Haverhill, she had learned the story of the cross. From that little band of devout and earnest men, gathered in the old meeting house at the foot of this hill she heard the cry of distress from far off lands ; from the pious teachers of this time-honored Academy, she imbibed the mis¬ sionary spirit; her purpose became strengthened, she joined her life with the life of Samuel Newell, and henceforth Harriet Newell stands before the world as one of the pioneers in the work of American for¬ eign missions. Companion-saint with her, who shares with thee, The Christian wreath of immortality ! Among her private papers we find the following record, bearing date Aug 2J, 1809 : “When I entered My thirteenth year, 1 was sent by my parents to the Academy at Bradford. A revival of re¬ ligion commenced in the neighborhood, which in a short time spread into the school. A large number of the young ladies were anxiously inquiring what they should do to inherit eternal life. I began to in- !■! / s » * o $ h ( p > i ■ quire what these things meant. My attention was solemnly called to the concerns of my immortal soul. My convictions were not as pungent and distressing as many have had, but they were of long continuance It was more than three months before I was brought to cast my soul on the Saviour of sinners, and rely on Him for salva¬ tion. The ecstasies which many new born souls possess were not mine, but I was filled with a sweet peace, a heavenly calmness, which I never can describe. The character of Jesus appeared infinitely lovely, and I could say with the Psalmist, ‘Whom have I in heaven but Thee, and there is none on earth I desire but Thee. 7,7 Under date of March 1, 1811, occurs this “Devotion, 77 breathing the spirit of St. Augustine : “Father of lights, it is the office of Thy spirit to create holy exercises in the hearts of Thy creatures. Oh, may I enter upon this month with renewed resolutions to devote my¬ self exclusively to Thee, that at its close I may not sigh over mis¬ spent hours. 77 And after she had decided to give her life to the work of foreign missions, in a letter to an intimate friend, just before she left her na¬ tive land forever, she writes : “The glorious morn of the millennium hastens. With an eye of faith we pass the mountains that now ob- N struct the universal spread of the gospel, and behold with joy un¬ speakable the beginning of a cloudless day, the reign of peace and love. Shall we be content to live indolent, inactive lives, and not assist in the great revolution about to be effected in this world of sin ? Let worldly ease be sacrificed ; let a life of self denial and hardships be welcome to us, if the cause of God may thereby be most promoted and sinners most likely to be saved. 77 Short, indeed, was her career. Within a twelvemonth she fell a victim to disease, and after many severe hardships, and much suffer¬ ing, she found a grave in the distant Isle of France, before the work of her mission was hardly begun. From a worldly standpoint, her career would be accounted a failure. But, oh, what an impulse did her sweet young life give to the great cause ol Christian missions ! How did her example inspire faith and courage in many timid and doubting souls ! How has her name come down through the genera¬ tions as a talisman to every heroic Christian heart! How, under its glowing beauty, has woman given up the allurements of home and friends and joined the noble army whose banners now stream in ev- ery clime ! Such a life is not in vain. It is perpetuated in a long line of faithful followers, whose paths “shine more and more unto the perfect day.” We have before us to-day, a touching illustration of the power of this young life in moulding and shaping Christian character. When the memoirs of Harriet Newell were published, shortly after her death, they fell into the hands of a young girl who was deeply im¬ pressed by the example of sacrifice and self-consecration set forth in the little volume. Her life, too. was consecrated to the blessed work of ministration, presenting to us, in beautiful symmetry, the dignity of true womanhood. This little book was fondly cherished by this devout wonian, who, as the wife of the late Dr Dorns Clarke, became eminent in that faithful band of Christian workers whose praise is in all the churches Her daughter, Mrs. Hammond, of Boston, presents this precious souvenir to the library of this Academy, to be preserved among its choice treasures. It is most fitting that Bradford Academy should recognize such a character as that of Harriet Newell, for it is but an outgrowth of the system of instruction that has marked the history of this school from its earliest inception to the present time. It is here that the great lesson of ministration and sacrifice has been persistently and faithful¬ ly taught. It is here where pious teachers have given a divine im¬ pulse to many a youthful heart that has borne the fruit of a noble life, not only in the high places of the world, but also “In the calm and quiet ways Of unobtrusive goodness known.” And so, Mr. President, this graceful memorial which we present here to-day, has been furnished by one whose interest in this school has been unremitting; whose early life came under the influence of its instruction, and whose services in later years as a member of the board of visitors have been highly valued by the Trustees. She gives it to this school in behalf of the Center Congregational Church in Haverhill, which has been for generations the religious home of an honored ancestry; that church whose early annals, under another title, bore the name of Harriet Atwood. Receive it, sir, as a symbol of de¬ votion to a high and holy principle. May it take its place upon these walls beside the portraits of other notable characters whose fame has added dignity to this institution. And as the pupils who are here before us to-day, and those who ( a) 5 * ft > W * = * d s < ■ ■ ■ « S.l ■ (l $■ A : ( c ■ s»s « BRADFORD ACADEMY. ■ * »s >«s .s / <*) ■ (lj> 0 A * 11 (> W ■ W A v* (i> !■! i a i shall gather here in the coming years, look upon the girlish face, so faithfully delineated by the artist, and learn the touching story that it represents, may they receive the inspiration set forth by one of our poets, and say : “Yet all may win the triumphs thou hast won. Still flows the fount whose waters strengthened thee. The victors’ names are all too few to All Heaven's mighty roll; the glorious armory That ministered to thee, is open still! ” SINGING—“The Morning Light is Breaking. PRESENTATION of Mrs. Judson’s portrait, by Rev. E Lexington. MR, PORTER'S ADDRESS, V. VI. G. School. Porter of Mr. President and Friends : The young ladies of the Academy, who present the portrait of Mrs. Judson, have assigned to me the honor of speaking in their behalf, with the request that some delineation of the life and character of this remarkable woman might be given on this occasion. Ann Hasseltine Judson was the daughter of John and Rebecca Hasseltine, and was born in Bradford, Dec. 22, 1789, four years before Harriet Newell, and seven years before Rufus Anderson. It is interesting to remember that only a few weeks before her birth, General Washington passed through .Haverhill and Bradford on his famous tour through New England in the first year of his administra¬ tion as President of the United States. Ann, or Nancy Hasseltine, as she was originally called, was one of seven children, and the youngest of four daughters. The sons died in youth or early manhood, but the daughters who were all ed¬ ucated at this Academy, lived to be distinguished women in the various stations in life to which they were called. The eldest, Re¬ becca, married the Rev. Joseph Emerson of Beverly, afterwards with his wife in charge of the well known school at Byfield, where Mary Lyon was trained. The second, Mary, was also a successful teacher, though preferring a retired life. Always the most delicate member of the family in health, she yet outlived them all, and was known to many of us as a highly accomplished and refined woman. The next in order was Abigail, the beloved and honored preceptress of this in¬ stitution for many happy years, whose genial face looks down upon us from yonder portrait, as if in grateful recognition of the gifts which bring again to her side these beloved companions of her youth. The fourth was our subject, Ann, the brilliant girl, the noble woman, the devoted missionary, whose portrait is now unveiled before us. Surely here is honor enough for one family ! Four such daughters shed lustre upon the name of Hasseltine, upon the school which nur¬ tured them, and upon the town which they delighted to call their home. With the others, Ann passed her childhood on this hill under the inspiring influences of the natural features of the place which have since become dear to so many. She was one of the early pupils of the Academy, and was held in high esteem as a gifted and industri¬ ous scholar. Her associates found her an open-hearted, sincere and spirited companion, ever ready to engage in the recreations as well as in the studies of the school. One of her classmates speaks of her “cheerful countenance, her sweet smile, her happy disposition, her keen wit, her lively conduct,” which made her a great favorite among her companions. She says herself, in one of her private journals, that her life at this period was far too gay and careless ; and her conscience reproached her for neglecting many duties which she had been taught to per¬ form. The first occasion of serious reflection appears to have been one Sunday morning, when she was about fifteen years of age. Just be¬ fore going to church she accidentally took up Hannah More’s work on Female Education, and the first words that caught her eye were : “She that liveth in pleasure is dead while she liveth” These words, which were printed in italics, struck her, she says, to the heart. She paused for a few moments, and felt that she would like to lead a dif¬ ferent life, but then she thought th&t the words might not apply to her, and so she concluded to think no more about them. A few months later she read the Pilgrim’s Progress, and became much inter¬ ested in the story, so much so, indeed, that she resolved to begin a religious life ; but various hindrances of a social nature intervened, and it was not until the next year, 1806, that she experienced that radical change of heart which brought her to the Savior’s feet. I do not remember ever to have read a more thorough and convincing ac¬ count of the emotions of the soul in turning to God than that which W j: Os » 1 (i H s* ft fti Os >*? ft s«> ws Os S*s ft- S 1 , Sal a 8 = aS is ■s aS » a> * * < ■) : ?• ! . ri Ji) : Miss Hassoltine has given in the pages of her journal, so full and so profound. Out of the darkness she came at last into the light, the light of the cross. Her torturing load of fears was gone, and gone forever ; and she found peace and even rapture in the contemplation of the Savior who had taken away her sin. The quality of her mind may be inferred from the character of the books which she read at this period with the greatest eagerness. The Scriptures, with such commentaries as Guise, Orton and Scott were her daily stud}^; and Edwards, Hopkins, Bellamy and Doddridge, became her favorite authors. On the 14th of September, 1806, she, with one of her sisters united with the church in this town, then under ministry of the Rev. Jona¬ than Allen. The other sisters joined the following year, a wide-spread interest in religion having been awakened under the earnest and helpful guidance of the principal, Mr. Burnham, a gradu¬ ate of Dartmouth, and afterwards for nearly half a century, the hon¬ ored pastor of the church in Pembroke, N. H. After leaving the Academy, Miss Hasseltine became a teacher in Haverhill, Salem and Newbury, but the event which determined her future life was her meeting with Mr. Judson, during the sessions of the Massachusetts Association at Bradford, in June, 1810. Young Judson was a graduate of Brown, and had already taught school and published two text books, a grammar and an arithmetic. He was now in the last year of his studies at Andover, and his mind had be¬ come seriously occupied with a plan to carry the gospel to the heathen. At that time there was no organization in this country to support foreign missions, but the honor of instituting one fell upon Bradford at this memorable meeting of the General Association, when in re¬ spouse to an appeal from four of the Andover students—Judson, Nott, Mills and Newell—an organization was effected which soon took the name of the American Board of Commissioners for Foreign Missions, a name which has since been carried into every quarter of the globe with the banner of the cross unfurled before the eyes of perishing millions. The deliberations continued several days, during which the mem¬ bers were tiie guests of the people of Bradford. Of course the hos¬ pitable home of Deacon Hasseltine would receive its share; and we are not surprised to find Mr. Judson there one day at dinner with a m fe ■* m id m * m m + m r T 4 PRESENTATION EXERCISES some of the ministers. It is related that the youngest daughter, Ann, was waiting on the table, according to the old New England custom. Her attention was naturally drawn to the young student, whose bold missionary projects were making such a stir; and his attention, it seems, was somewhat diverted from his plate, although the fair attend¬ ant little imagined that she had woven her spell about his young heart, and that he was at that very time composing a graceful sonnet in her praise. The acquaintance thus formed soon ripened into a mutual attachment, and led to an offer of marriage. To decide this question must have been, with her, no easy matter, for it involved the necessity of exile from home and country, and the probability of great suffer¬ ings in unknown lands beyond the sea. We do not wonder that she hesitated. Her education, her temperament, her social affinities, all qualified her to fill some place of honor and usefulness at home. No missionary had yet gone from this country into foreign parts, and no woman had thought of it, except perhaps Harriet Atwood, to whom the same grave question was at this time submitted. No one dared advise her to go, such were the uncertainties of the enterprise ; and yet no one could persuade her to stay, so great was the fascination which the work had for her. It cannot be said that her decision was the result of a romantic or adventurous spirit, for both she and Mr. Judson had calmly and deliberately estimated the difficulties and perils that were before them This appears in his manly letter to her parents, asking for their consent to the marriage. When the matter was finally decided, there was on her part no misgiving, no regret. “I am not only willing.’’ she writes in her journal, ‘ to spend my days among the heathen, in attempting to enlighten and save them but I find much pleasure in the prospect. Yes I think I would rather go to India, notwithstanding the almost insurmountable difficulties in the way, than to stay at home and enjoy the comforts and luxuries of life. * * “Behold the handmaid of the Lord: be it unto me according to thy word.'” They were married on the 5th of February, 1812, by Mr. Allen, who also preached a sermon on the occasion, from John XI : 52, tenderly addressing the young missionaries as “my dear children ” and closing the service with an original hymn of his own which was sung by the large congregation. The first stanza will show us the charac¬ ter of this interesting hymn :— s s <>•) *1) s«) <■ ‘ ■) d $ d i Go, ye heralds of salvation ; Go, and preach in heathen lands; Publish loud to every nation What the Lord of Life commands. Go, ye sisters, their companions, Soothe their cares, and wipe their tears, Angels shall in bright battalions Guide your steps and guard your fears. Mr. Newell and Miss Atwood were present on this occasion, and were married four days later. On the 6th of February, the ordina¬ tion took place in the Tabernacle Church at Salem, and on the 19th, Mr. and Mrs. Judson, and Mr. and Mrs. Newell embarked in the brig Caravan, bound for Calcutta. Their chosen work was before them, beckoning them on with its animating promise ; and their hearts were set upon it more and more, but the parting was an ordeal of peculiar sadness, because they ex¬ pected never to return ; “My heart bleeds ” writes Mrs. Judson in her journal that night, after taking leave of her friends. “0, Ameri¬ ca, my native land, must I leave thee ? must I leave my parents, my sisters and brother, my friends beloved, and all the scenes of my early youth ? must I leave thee, Bradford, my dear native town, where I spent the pleasant years of childhood ; where I learned to lisp the name of mother ; where my infant mind first began to expand ; where I first entered the field of science ; where I learned the endearments of friendship, and tasted of all the happiness this world can afford; where I learned also to value a Saviour’s blood, and to count all things but loss in comparison with the knowledge of Him. * * “Farewell, happy, happy scenes, but never, no, never to be for¬ gotten.” After a voyage of four months, they arrived in Calcutta where they were cordially welcomed by Dr. Cary, who invited them to the Eng¬ lish Baptist Mission at Serampore, a few miles up the river. While there, they were led to adopt Baptist principles, an event which providentially resulted in the establishment of the Burman Mission, and an appeal to the Baptist Churches in America to form an organ¬ ization for the support of Foreign Missions. The policy of the East India Company was at that time hostile to missionary operations, and our friends were peremptorily ordered to leave the country. The Newells went first, and after many vexatious delays, the Judsons arrived at the Isle of France, only to receive the startling tidings of the death of Mrs. Newell a few weeks before. “0 what news what distressing news !” writes Mrs. Judson. “Harriet is dead. Harriet my dear friend, my earliest associate in the mission is no more. 0 death ! * * Could not this infant mission be shielded from thy shaft ? But thou hast only executed the commission of a higher power. * * Thou wast sent by a kind Father to release His child from toil and pain. Be still, then, my heart, and know that God hath done it.” The hostility of the government followed them here, and they sailed for Madras, where however, they were doomed to fresh disap¬ pointment ; and finding no vessel bound for any other place, they took an unseaworthy craft for Rangoon, the chief port of Burmah, thirty miles from the sea, on one of the outlets of the Irrawaddy. The health of Mrs. Judson had suffered from such constant changes and hardships, so that she was scarcely able to land. She was borne upon the shoulders of the natives, and as they passed along, crowds of people gathered from curiosity to see this strange looking white woman in European dress. Here at last they found a resting place where they were permitted to stay. But their real difficulties were only just begun. How could they attempt to evangelize a people whose language they knew nothing of? And how were they to learn it ? There was no gram¬ mar, no dictionary, and not even an interpreter to help them. But they had not come across the seas at such a sacrifice, and on such an errand to be thwarted by obstacles which courage and perseverance might overcome And so they bravely grappled with the difficulty, and at last they conquered it. It took them three long years to do it, but they were rewarded for their pains an hundred fold in the oral message, the Christian literature, and the sacred Scriptures which they were afterwards able to give to the Empire of Burmah. In 1815, their second child was born, and honored with the name of Roger Williams. Their first child slept beneath the waters of the Bay of Bengal, a victim of the intolerance of the East India Company which drove the missionaries away from the soil of India. And now after a short life of eight months, the little blue-eyed Roger sickened and died, and was buried in the gardeu of the mission. The wife of the Viceroy, hearing of the death of the child, came to pay its mother a visit of condolence, accompanied by her officers of state, and attendants, in all about two hundred persons. An oppor¬ tunity was thus afforded, even by this sad bereavement, to cultivate a more intimate acquaintance with the Burman people. The Viceroy also showed a kindly spirit by sending the missionaries an elephant, occasionally, to accompany them in their excursions. Mr. Judson commenced preaching in 1819, in a building erected for the purpose, called a Zayat. Shortly after, the first Burman con¬ vert was baptized, and a few months later, two others. Thus after a wearisome labor of six years in preparing the foundations, the first living stones were at last laid for the spiritual temple which was to be erected to the glory of God in that heathen land. In all the work of the mission, Mrs. Judson was a genuine help¬ meet to her husband. She not only managed the domestic affairs of the home, but she taught the Burmese women and children, besides writing tracts, and assisting in the translation of the Bible, being her- self an apt scholar in the language, and commanding her time with marvellous ability and wisdom. These exhausting labors, however, proved too much for her health, and she was advised to visit India for a change. Mr. Judson accom¬ panied her, and several months were spent at Serampore, where the kindness of friends, and the much-needed rest secured such beneficial results, that they returned to Rangoon with new hope. It was not long however, before they were both attacked by a violent fever, which left Mrs. Judson in such a precarious condition that it was deemed necessary for her to have an entire change of climate. Ac¬ cordingly it was arranged that she should visit America; and for this purpose she sailed for Calcutta, where some English friends offer¬ ed her a free passage to England. The voyage proved advantageous, and on her arrival she was hospitably received in London, as the guest of Joseph Butterworth, Esq., M. P., at whose house she met many distinguished Christians and philanthropists, including Wil- berforce. Babington and Sumner, the chaplain to George IV, who had just come to the throne. She afterwards visited Cheltenham for the sake of the waters, and then accepted pressing invitations from friends in Scotland, to whom she became sincerely attached through their social courtesies and valuable gifts. In August, 1822, she embarked for America, several Liverpool ladies defraying the expense of her passage, and escorting her some distance » : 0 ft ft C * =j ft ft s*< ft ft ft . ft ■ ft ft ■ l«) ft ft S" J ; : ft > si on ary Society. She then came to Bradford, intending to pass the farther south. A brother of Mr. Judson was at that time a physician j;| medical treatment. Excluding herself from society almost alto- to gether, she followed with scrupulous care the orders ofher physician, h giving her leisure time to her extensive correspondence and to the b preparation of a History of the Burman Mission, which was soon d after published both in this country and in England. Dr. Wavland. United States, has thus described her: “I do not remember fe intellect, large powers of comprehension, and intuitive female sagaci¬ ty ty, * * she added that heroic disinterestedness which naturally ;j loses all consciousness of self in the prosecution of a great object. H These elements, however, were all held in reseiwe and were hidden to from public view by a veil of unusual feminine delicacy. * * * \ a ( When I saw her, her complexion bore that sallow hue which coin- |:| monly follows residence in the East Indies. As she found herself 1;) among friends who were interested in the Burman Mission, her re- b; serve melted away, her eye kindled, every feature was lighted up ( K to with enthusiasm, and she was everywhere acknowledged to be one to of the most fascinating of women.’ 7 It may not be generally known that during her residence in Rangoon, Mrs. Judson adopted the Bur- to; mese dress. Her figure, which was of medium weight, is said to y have appeared much taller and more commanding in the oriental to costume, and her rich Spanish complexion lent it an additional charm. Her dark curls were straightened and drawn back from her forehead, J*’ and a fragrant cocoa-blossom would often drop like a white plume to from the knot upon the crown. Her saffron vest, when thrown open to would reveal the folds of crimson beneath ; and the rich silk skirt, )■) 7 BRADFORD ACADEMY. T 9 s $ & : : ■ r 1 K ? B ) c .) . * : wrapped about her fine figure, parted at the ankle and sloped grace¬ fully back upon the floor. It was during her visit in this country that the distinguished artist Rembrandt Peale painted her portrait, now in possession of her niece, Miss Rebecca E. Hasseltine of St. Augustine, Florida, who has kind¬ ly consented to its removal to Boston in order that a copy for this institution might I e made by Miss Bartlett, whose success has de¬ lighted all of us to day. The face of Mrs. Judson, as represented in this portrait, is one which will not soon be forgotten, combining as it does in an unusual degree, intelligence, character and grace. We can understand the achievements of a woman whose purpose is so evidently present in these animated features which have been so well caught and transmitted to us upon the canvas Nor is the picture any the less interesting because of its quaint dress, and the accom¬ panying palm leaf fittingly inscribed with Burman characters. This Academy is richer than ever, now that it has upon its walls such a souvenir of such a woman. Mrs Judson sailed from Boston, June ‘21. 1823, for Calcutta and reached Rangoon early in December, to find that war was threatened between Burmah and the Bengal government. Air. Judson had made arrangements to remove his residence to Ava, the capital, along distance up the river, and soon after the arrival of his wife, they set out for their new home, “not knowing the things that should befall them there.” Home, indeed, it could hardly be called, for they found no house at Ava to shelter them from the burning sun by day. or the chilling dews at night. They had to remain in their boat until they could build for themselves a small cottage outside the town on the bank of the river. Here. Mrs. Judson soon opened a school for girls, two of whom she named Mary and Abby Hasseltine, as they were to be partially supported with funds contributed by the Judson Association of Bradford Academy. It was not long before the startling news came that the English had captured Rangoon with a large force and were advancing toward the Capital. Suspicion ef treachery rested upon the few foreigners living at Ava. and an order was issued for their arrest. Mr. Judson was seized at dinner, thrown upon the floor, bound with strong cords and dragged away to prison, in spite of the protestations and en¬ treaties of hi s wife, who was compelled to remain in her house under a strong guard. At this juncture, she destroyed all her letters and journals, lest they might disclose facts which would be construed against her in the examination to which she was forced to submit. Hearing that her husband was confined in the ‘death prison,’ and heavily loaded with irons, she begged permission to visit him. This was for some time refused, but at last, through her persistent endeav¬ ors, she was allowed to go as far as the prison gate where she had a brief interview with him, only to learn of the horrors of the dungeon in which he was confined. And now all the resources of her heroic nature were taxed to their utmost to devise means for obtaining his release. SI 13 appealed to the Governor of the city to the Queen, to the jailers and other officials, but only obtained a few evasive prom¬ ises, which served little else than to keep her from despair. Day after day, and month after month, she went on foot two miles to the prison to carry some word of comfort, or article of food, re¬ turning alone, often late in the evening, worn out with fatigue and anxiety. The only mitigation she could gain was the temporary re¬ moval of her husband to a bamboo hut in the prison yard, where she could minister to his necessities. “The acme of my distress,” she wrote, ‘ consisted in the awful uncertainty of our final fate. My pre¬ vailing opinion was that my husband would suffer violent death and that I should of course become a slave, and languish out a miserable though short existence, in the tyrannic hands of some unfeeling master.” But the worst was yet to come. When the hot season set in, the foul atmosphere of the prison was insupportable. Several of the prisoners died, and Mr. Judson was seized with a fever. Just then they were ordered away from Ava to another prison near Amarapoora. Stripped of nearly all their clothing, they were driven on foot with¬ out hat or shoes under the burning sun, until their backs were scorched and their feet blistered and bleeding. Airs. Judson, on hearing of their departure, ran from street to street to learn in what direction they had gone. As soon as she ascertained, she appealed to the Governor for permission to follow, and started early the next morning carrying in her arms an'infant child, born in the midst of these overwhelming sorrows. At night-fall she reached her husband and found him in chains, utterly helpless, and suffering from fever and wounds. Though exhausted herself, she summoned the feeble remnants of her strength, and hastened back to Ava to bring their medicine chest, which she had left behind in her flight. She returned with it only to fall fainting upon a mat, from which she did not rise for two months. In this extremity, she was unable to care for herself, her husband or her child, and they must all have perished had it not been for a faithful Bengali cook, who did everything in his power to minister to their wants. Such, my friends, were the scenes of cruelty and terror through which this brave-hearted Bradford woman was called to pass. Does history anywhere show us an instance of more intrepid courage or unflinching devotion? Search the annals of Greek or Roman, medi¬ aeval or modern heroism, and you will find no name worthier to be honored upon your walls than hers. The late Mrs. Sigourney, her¬ self one of America’s noblest daughters, was so moved by the story of Mrs. Judson’s life that she wrote some admirable lines in her hon¬ or, from which I make the following extract: — “Tardy months pass by, And find her still intrepid at her post Of danger, and of disappointed hope. Stern sickness smote her, but she felt it not, Heeded it not, and still with tireless zeal Carried the hoarded morsel to her love; Dared the rude arrogance of savage power To plead for him ; and bade his dungeon glow With her fair brow, as erst the angel’s smile Aroused imprisoned Peter, when his hands, Loos’d from their chains, were lifted high in praise.” As the victorious English forces under Sir Archibald Campbell, approached the Capital, it became evident that terms of peace must be made at once, or the city would fall into their hands. According¬ ly a royal embassy was sent to the camp with Mr. Judson as inter¬ preter. The negotiations finally succeeded, and the war which had continued nearly two years, was terminated by the Treaty of Yanta- bo, February 24, 1826. Arrangements were at once made by the British commander, for the safety of Mr. and Mrs. Judson and their little daughter Maria, who were kindly received at his headquarters and provided with a comfortable passage to Rangoon on a gun boat. Soon after, they re¬ moved to Amherst, a new town at the mouth of the Sal wen, named in honor of the Governor General of India. Here they were able to rest in peace, with the prospect of an interesting missionary work under the protection of the British flag. But, alas ! for human hopes. In a few months, Mrs. Judson was seized with a violent fever which her enfeebled constitution was unable to resist, and she breathed her last on the 24th of October, 1826, at the early age of thirty-seven years. She was buried near her home, under a large hopia tree, on a beauti¬ ful green bluff overlooking the sea ; and not long after, her little Maria was placed by her side. Thus ended one of the noblest lives ever consecrated to the cause of missions. To Mrs. Judson, with her husbs.nd, was assigned the toil and the sacrifice, the joy and the sorrow of planting the Gospel in the Burman Empire. She was permitted to reap with him, the first precious fruits of that harvest which has since been counted by thousands of sheaves gathered into the garner of the Lord. All honor to them that sow in tears : they shall reap in joy. To you, young ladies, and to those who come after you in this fav¬ ored school of learning, we commit the memory of this lovely and devoted woman whose face in yonder portrait will not fail to inspire you to noble deeds when you remember her as the Bradford girl, the consecrated missionary and the renowned heroine of Ava. VII. Accepting of the portraits by Hon. George Cogswell, M. D., President of the Board of Trustees. DR, COGSWELL'S ADDRESS, 1 w The Trustees accept for the Academy, these precious gifts, with many thanks to the donors for their great consideration, and with full appreciation of the eloquent and interesting manner of presenta¬ tion. No poor words of mine can add force to the words already spoken ; nevertheless, the subject is not exhausted, and the history of these lives will furnish a theme for conversation among mankind so long as the cause of missions shall continue to be the cause of our Divine Master. These portraits will be guarded with pious care, and will be a con¬ stant reminder to Trustees, teachers and pupils of devoted piety, un¬ bounded faith and of self-sacrificing works. Dartmouth College has a Daniel Webster and a Rufus Choate ; Bradford Academy has a Harriet Newell and an Ann Judson As President of this Academy, I charge you, Miss Johnson, as its Prin- ■ < ■ I : -> b <■ s') («) v.) i:i S : >■> $«s p <1S St) H (■ . i i) U) ( ) 1 “' 1 ■) 1 3 > (_ ) (* ( ■ , <*? H : g 1 *( ( 1.1/ Si< cipal, and as having the immediate control of this hall, to cherish these precious gifts with filial care. As years roll on, and new class¬ es come to these halls for instruction, tell them the story of their lives. My associates, Trustees, will not soon forget the majestic form, the iron will and tender, loving heart of our great and good President, who guided us so wisely, and whose bearing is so well delineated on the canvas before us. He loved us all, and trusted us, r. and in our management he believed his much loved Academy was safe. My own personal relations with him were tender, loving and con¬ fiding. He trusted me ; I could not have betrayed the trust if I would. As I sat face to face with him, looking into his eye, sucking in the words as they fell from his lips, of wisdom and faith—faith that knew no doubts, how often have 1 said to myself, in the language of another, “sit mea anima cum tua May God grant that the re¬ membrance of his many benedictions and orisons for this institution and for us all, may serve to stimulate us to renewed labors and sac¬ rifices for our beloved Academy. Dr. Cogswell remarked that he had received several letters from friends of the Academy, expressive of re¬ gret at not being able to be present. The following delightful letter from Mrs. Anderson was read. Cedar Square, March 8th, 1883. Dr. Cogswell,—Dear Sir : Accept my thanks for your kind invitation to be present at the interesting service at the Academy on the 26th inst. Rut I have been shut up in the house so long, 1 have lived so quietly', that it would not be prudent to risk the exposure of the journey at this season, or the excitement of the occasion. 1 feel a deep interest in everything that pertains to the well being of the Academy, and it is very gratifying that my dear husband is remem¬ bered with so much affection and respect, and that the remembrance is to be perpetuated by a portrait in the Academy Hall. I am sin¬ cerely grateful to yourself, and to all who have aided in this kind design, and think it a happy arrangement that two early scholars, who gave their lives to missionary work should be associated with a Secretary whose whole life was spent in the same cause, and who .satAMm*LMax aadia4«ii< * u s. 2 4 PRESENTATION EXERCISES gave so many of his later days, and so much time and affectionate interest to Bradford Academy. Most truly yours, E. H. Anderson. VIII. DOXOLOGY. IX. BENEDICTION by William Barro vs, D. D., of Reading. At the close of the exercises, the invited guests par¬ took of an excellent dinner, in company with the teach¬ ers, pupils and trustees of the Academy. The whole occasion was one long to be remembered in the history of this time-honored school. c\ AS •• c)