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Religion and Morality are the essential pillars of society, I view with
unspeakable pleasure, that harmony and brotherly love which
characterize the clergy of different denominations, as well in this, as in
other parts of the United States, exhibiting to the world a new and
interesting spectacle, at once the pride of our Country and the surest
basis of universal harmony."
(Quoted by Dr. Tuttle from Dr. Green's Autobiography.)
What man, after arriving at such a height of power and influence over
men, has been able to take up, with content again, his life of a country
gentleman? Wonderfully appropriate were the last words that fell from
his lips: "It is well."
Of Washington it may be said as of no other, in the words of Henry Lee,
in his Eulogy of December 26th, 1799: "To the memory of the man, first
in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen."
POETS.
A curious circumstance surrounds the poetic work of the two Paterson
brothers—William and Stephen Van Rensselaer Paterson—and gives it a
unique interest apart from its especial merits. The survivor of the two
brothers says, in the short and highly interesting introduction to their
poems, published in 1882 and called "Poems of Twin Graduates of the
College of New Jersey":
"The title explains itself, and shows that the writers were born under the
sign of the Gemini. They lived under that sign for rising fifty years, when
one was taken and the other left. Two of us came into existence within
the same hour of time, and passing through the early part of education
together, entered the world-life as twin graduates of the collegiate
institution bearing the name of the State of which they were natives.
This dual species of psychology was something of a curiosity because
outside of common experience. Pleasure and pain seemed to flow like
electric currents from the same battery. In a certain sense, we could feel
at once, and think at once and act at once. It is problematical whether
this proceeded from a real elective affinity, or was mechanical. It was
most marked, however, at first, and particularly in the beginning or
rudiments of learning. Both then went along exactly at the same rate,
and one never was in advance of the other. Both always worked and
played together, and whichever discovered something new, would
communicate it in an untranslatable language to his companion.
"This dual character, to a greater or less extent, pervaded the joint lives
of the writers of these pieces. Not that the similarity extended to the
business or pursuits, the tastes or habits of life, for in many respects
they were different and apart as those bearing a single relation. Still the
influence of the mystic tie, whatever it was or may have been, remained
till nature loosed, as it had woven, the bond."
Although Judge William Paterson was born in Perth Amboy and now
resides there, his associations with Morristown, as related in a letter
under his signature, are those of early boyhood passed on the farm,
now occupied by Mrs. Howland. "Morristown was then but a village
hamlet," he says, and "the old Academy and the Meeting House on the
village green were the only places in which services were held." Still, we
gather, that at Morristown, the two poets received their "scholastic and
agricultural training." Here, too, was laid the foundation of their "political
and religious faith," the latter under the administration of Albert Barnes,
and, what may be a noted event in their lives, they heard Mr. Barnes
preach the sermon on the "Way of Salvation," which caused the division
of the Presbyterian Church.
Judge Paterson is a graduate of Princeton, which is in a double sense his
Alma Mater, inasmuch as members of his family were among the first
graduates, soon after the removal of the College from Newark and
"when that village, then a hamlet amid the primeval forests had become
the permanent site for the Academy incorporated by royal charter."
Various positions of importance in the community have been held by
Judge Paterson. In 1882, he was made Lay Judge of the Court of Errors
and Appeals of the State; he was also Mayor of Newark for ten years, at
different times from 1846 to 1878, filling important and non-important
municipal and county offices. Thus his work has been mostly legal and
political, save, when he has made dashes into the more purely literary
fields, rather, perhaps, through inspiration and for recreation from the
dry details of practical work.
More than once has Judge Paterson told to amused and interested
audiences in Morristown his recollections of boyhood and youth spent
here. Notably, many remember his recent graphic address on the
occasion of the Centennial of the Morristown Academy.
In 1888, our author published a valuable "Biography of the Class of
1835 of Princeton College," the class in which he graduated. The
"Poems" were published in 1882. Looking through the latter volume,
which contains many treasures, we wonder how, many of the poems—
written as they were under the influence of a higher inspiration than
ordinary rhythmic influences—should not earlier have found their way, in
book form, from the writer's secret drawers to the readers of the outside
world. Many of these poems are connected with experiences and
memories of Academic days in Princeton and, among them all we would
mention "The Close of the Centennial;" "Living on a Farm," which refers
to Mrs. Howland's farm, long the poet's home in boyhood; "14th
February, 1877;" "The Hickory Tree," and "Polly," in which the writer has
caught wonderfully the bright, playful spirit of the child. The poem
"Morristown," a pictorial reminiscence, we have selected to open this
book.
Quite recently, (in September, 1892) has been published and bound in
true orange color, An Address, read before the New York Genealogical
and Biographical Society, on February 12th, 1892, on the life and public
services of William Paterson, his honored grandfather, who was
"Attorney-General of New Jersey during the Revolution, a framer of the
Federal Constitution, Senator of the United States from New Jersey,
Governor of that State, and an Associate Justice of the Supreme Court
of the United States at the time of his death, September 9th, 1806." "He
was the first Alumnus of Princeton," says the writer, "who was tendered
a place in the Cabinet or on the Federal Judiciary, the Attorney-General,
the first one being William Bradford, also an Alumnus, a classmate of
Madison, and Collegemate of Burr, then not constituting part of the
Executive household." "He began the study of legal science and practice
under the instruction of Richard Stockton, who was an Alumnus of the
first Class that went forth from the College of New Jersey, then located
in Newark, and who, though young, comparatively, was rising fast to the
forefront of his profession, and, afterward, to become of renowned
judicial and revolutionary fame."
The publication is full of interest, graphic description and notice of men
and events of the period. Here is a letter to Aaron Burr, between whom
while a student in the College at Princeton, and Mr. Paterson, then
established in the practice of his profession, had sprung up a strong
friendship which continued during life:
"Princeton, January 17th, 1772. Dear Burr: I am just ready to leave and
therefore cannot wait for you. Be pleased to accept of the enclosed
notes on dancing. If you pitch upon it as the subject of your next
discourse, they may furnish you with a few hints, and enable you to
compose with greater facility and despatch. To do you any little service
in my power, will afford me great satisfaction, and I hope you will take
the liberty—it is nothing more, my dear Burr, than the freedom of a
friend—to call upon me whenever you may think I can. Bear with me
when I say, that you cannot speak too slow. Every word should be
pronounced distinctly; one should not be sounded so highly as to drown
another. To see you shine as a speaker, would give great pleasure to
your friends in general and to me in particular. You certainly are capable
of making a good speaker.
"Dear Burr, adieu. Wm. Paterson."
The writer pays a beautiful tribute to Ireland, the land of his ancestors:
"Irish Nationality," he says, "is no empty dream; it goes back more than
two thousand years, is as old as Christianity, and is attested by the
existence of towers and monuments, giving evidence of greater
antiquity than is to be found in the annals of any other country in all
Europe. For centuries, Ireland sent missionaries of learning throughout
the continent to herald the advent of civilization and stay the advance of
barbarism, and her story is one running over with great deeds and
glorious memories, with associations of poetry and art and bards, and a
civilization, ante-dating that of almost any other Christian community. It
cannot be claimed that the rude exploits of her early inhabitants are
classic in story or in song. They acquired no territory; their island
domain is but a speck of green verdure amid the waste of ocean waters,
and the flash of an electric light, located on the hills where stood the
ancient psaltery, could be sent throughout its length and breadth. They
conquered no worlds. No manifest destiny led them to seek for wealth,
applause or gain, beyond the limits of their narrow bounds. They did not
so much as pass over the seas that wash their either shore. But yet in
the absence of all the achievements that can gratify ambition, with no
record of pomp or pageantry or power, her people bear a character
more like a dream of fancy than a thing of real life, and to-day they
stand as remnants of national greatness, though you may look in vain in
their annals or traditions for any evidence of usurpation or of
subjugation by sceptre or by sword."
Mrs. Kinney, the mother of the poet, Edmund Clarence Stedman, and
daughter of David L. Dodge of New York city, was for several years a
resident of Morristown, and will long be remembered with interest and
affection by her many friends. Her husband, Mr. William Burnet Kinney,
not only resided here in later years, but was born at Speedwell, then a
suburb of Morristown, and passed a part of his early boyhood there. To
him we shall refer, in the grouping of Editors and Orators.
Mr. Kinney was a brilliant literary man and about this home in
Morristown unusual talent and genius naturally grouped themselves. To
it came and went the poet Stedman: in the group, we find two gifted
women, daughters of Mrs. Kinney, and later on, the same genius
developing itself in the son of one of these, the boy Easton, of the third
generation.
Mrs. Kinney published in 1855, "Felicita, a Metrical Romance;" a volume
of "Poems" in 1867; and, a few years later, a stirring drama, a tragedy in
blank verse, entitled "Bianco Cappello." This tragedy is founded upon
Italian history and was written during her residence abroad in 1873.
While abroad, Mrs. Kinney's letters to The Newark Daily Advertiser gave
her a wide reputation and were largely re-copied in London and
Edinburgh journals from copies in the New York papers.
Among the "Poems," the one "To an Italian Beggar Boy" is perhaps most
highly spoken of and has been chosen by Mr. Stedman to represent his
mother in the "Library of American Literature." A favorite also is the
"Ode to the Sea." Both pieces are strong and dramatic. The poem on
"The Flowers" has been translated into three languages. It opens:
MOONLIGHT IN ITALY.
There's not a breath the dewy leaves to stir;
There's not a cloud to spot the sapphire sky;
All nature seems a silent worshipper:
While saintly Dian, with great, argent eye,
Looks down as lucid from the depths on high,
As she to earth were Heaven's interpreter:
Each twinkling little star shrinks back, too shy
Its lesser glory to obtrude by her
Who fills the concave and the world with light;
And ah! the human spirit must unite
In such a harmony of silent lays,
Or be the only discord in this night,
Which seems to pause for vocal lips to raise
The sense of worship into uttered praise.
In the third generation in the line of Mrs. Kinney, appears a boy, now
seventeen years of age, of unusual promise as a poet—Alexander Nelson
Easton, grandson of William Burnet and Elizabeth C. Kinney. He has
written and published several poems. He took the $50 prize offered by
the Mail and Express for the best poem on a Revolutionary incident,
written by a child of about twelve years. It was entitled "Mad Anthony's
Charge."
Young Easton was born in Morristown, and spent his early years in this
place, in the house on the corner of Macculloch Avenue and Perry
Street, belonging to Mrs. Brinley. He began to write at eight years when
a little prose piece called "The Council of the Stars," found its way into
print, out in California. His next was in verse, written at ten years on
"The Oak." That was also published and copied. A "Ballad" followed "A
Scottish Battle Song," written in dialect, which was published also. Then
came the prize poem, "Mad Anthony's Charge," above referred to. He
has composed two stories since, one of which, "Ben's Christmas
Present," has been accepted by the New York World and is to appear
with a sketch of this young writer, in their Christmas number. At twelve
years, he wrote a monody on "The Burial of Brian Boru," which is given
below.
The literary efforts of Easton, so far, have been spontaneous and
spasmodic, but contain certain promise for the future. After studying for
some time at the Morristown Academy, Easton went as a student to the
Bordentown Military Institute from which he has graduated and has now
passed on to Princeton College. At Bordentown he won golden opinions,
and gave the prize essay at the June Commencement. This was an
oration of considerable importance on "The Value of Sacrifice," but
withal his gifts are essentially poetic.
Mrs. McClurg, the niece of our honored townsman, Mr. Wm. L. King, is
better known to us by her maiden name of M. Virginia Donaghe.
Although endowed with varied gifts, having been editor, newspaper
correspondent, story-writer, biographer and local historian, her talent is
essentially poetic, therefore we place her among our poets.
A proud moment of Mrs. McClurg's life was, when a child, she received
four dollars and a half from Hearth and Home for a story called "How
did it Happen," written in the garret, the author tells us, without the
knowledge of any one. Next, were written occasional letters and verses
and short stories for the New York Graphic, including some burlesque
correspondence for a number of papers, one of which was the
Richmond State. The writer then went to Colorado for her health and
accepted the position of editor on the Daily Republic of Colorado
Springs, for three years. She wrote a political leader for the paper every
day. It happened that many distinguished men died during those years,
and she did in consequence biographical work. She also wrote book
reviews, dramatic and musical reviews, condensed the state news every
day from all the papers of the state and edited the Associated Press
dispatches. In addition, all proofs were brought to her for final reading.
For the first year she had private pupils and broke down with brain fever.
In 1885, she went into the Indian country to explore the cliff-dwellings
of Mancos Cañon, in the reservation of the Southern Utes. They were
only known through meagre accounts in the official government reports,
and Miss Donaghe was the first woman who ever visited them, so far as
known. On this occasion, she had an escort of United States troops and
spent a few days there. She however made a second visit, fully provided
for a month's trip, the result of which was a series of archæological
sketches contributed to a prominent paper, the Great Divide, under the
title of "Cliff-Climbing in Colorado." These ten papers gave to Miss
Donaghe a reputation in the west as an archæologist.
The following year she published, in the Century, one of the best of her
sonnets, "The Questioner of the Sphinx," afterwards contained in her
book, "Seven Sonnets of Sculpture."
The same year she published her first book, "Picturesque Colorado," also
a popular sonnet called "The Mountain of the Holy Cross." The Colorado
mountain of the Holy Cross has crevices filled with snow which
represent always on its side a cross. The little sand lily of Colorado
blossoms at the edges of the highways in the dust, in the Spring, and
looks like our star of Bethlehem. Of these sand lilies an artist friend
made a picture which harmonized with the sonnet referred to. These
were published together as an Easter card and a large edition sold. The
sonnet begins;
And ends:
TELEMACHUS.
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