Showing posts with label Capt. William Fowler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Capt. William Fowler. Show all posts

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Jesse Halsey on “Mothers”

The Cincinnati Enquirer
12 May 1919

Rev. Jesse Halsey at Seventh Presbyterian Church, Walnut Hills, last night preached on “The Mother of the Neighborhood.”

“In the days before trained nurses she was the one sent for in time of illness and she was the presiding genius at the advent of each new life in the community,” said Rev. Mr. Halsey. “Her hands closed the eyes of the dead. Her memory is redolent with sweetness—that pervasive fragrance of personality, indescribably, yet real—that lingers as the perfume of rosemary laid within the pages of a treasured volume.

“She lived in a house of a story and a half, and in the attic hung herbs and roots, harvested in season, to meet the needs of the sick of the neighborhood—wormwood for ‘spring fever,’ hopes for bruises and flaxseed for poultices.

“She had suffered and knew sympathy. Three of her boys had gone to sea never to return, and every boy in the neighborhood found a mother in her. Her income was not large, but she always had enough to keep a fellow out of a scrape, when, for instance, he might break a window pane with a misdirected snowball.

“Her house was near the school and a hundred children crossed the yard daily, sometimes trespassing on her garden, but they were never refused the short-cut route. To most of them the inexhaustible cookie jar was always open.

“I make no apology for presenting her here in company with Mary of Bethany, for of both alike it may be said, ‘She has done what she could . . .’”

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

"He . . . had his reason only at intervals."

C. H. Halsey to Samuel McCorkle
October 8th, 1861
Southampton

Dear Sir

I now sit down to write you a few lines to inform you of my health which is good at this time, hoping this may find you enjoing the same great blessing. I received your last letters which was dated July 25th in due time, and was glad to hear of your good health and that of your crew. I am now looking every day for a letter from you on your arrival at St Helena and hope you may have been successful in taking some of those large sperm Whales which are sometimes taken on that ground. I hope you may have received those letters which was sent by the way of England to St Helena, on your arrival at that port. I think we mailed them in February. It was but a short time after that my dear Brother Jesse was taken sick with Bilious Intermittent Fever, and died after a short illness of 8 days. He had taken a hard cold some too weeks before, but thought he was much better even the day before he was taken down to his bed. He was handled very severly [sic] and had his reason only at intervals. You Dear Sir can better imagine than I can describe our feelings as we stood around his dying bed and saw his eyes close in death, Methinks I see him now as he reaches out his hand and calls Mother Father. You to have lost Brothers and a dear Father and know by experience the feelings of those who mourn the loss of dear departed friends. I feel assured of your ready sympathy and it affords us much consolation to think he was with us and that all was done for him that could be both in Medical attendance and nursing to save life. God has in his Providence seen fit to sumon [sic] him, perhaps from the end to come, and we hope although his body lies moulding in the dust his spirit is now singing the praises above. He was indeed a lovely youth, beloved by all who knew him and I need not tell you how much we miss him, at the family alter, at the table, on the farm there is an empty seat, a vacant place. God has said he does not afflict willingly but that it is for our good that we may profit thereby.

Our hearts were made glad by the safe return again of our dear Brother Willie on the 18th of August last. He is very well and thinks to go up to N. York with uncle Edward tomorrow. Father’s health is somewhat better than it was last spring, when he was very unwell and I was afraid [sic] he would never be much better.

Your Brother Robert has gone out to Pikes Peak and I have not heard from him since he left. I am very anxious to hear how he stood the journey and of his health. I hope it may have improved but it seems like a great undertaking for one to go so far and that to with a team. Father and Mother wrote to your Mother a few days ago and informed them of this opportunity to send letters. I received one last eve directed to you and shall send it in care Mr. S. P. Reeves. Mr. Phillips still occupies the House—and has been punctual in paying the rent. He was making enquiries a few days ago what you intended to do when you go home. I told him I could not tell until I had heard from you. I have fenced off six acres in the east Lot joining the pasture Lot in Sabboick Lane and hired it out on Town Meeting day for pasture for $21.50, West Lot $16.25, Barn Lot $8.25. The mowing grass which was sold 25th of June last amounts to the sum of $57.18. I am in hopes to have some money to send to your Mother this Fall if Mr Lincoln does not take it all to carry on the war. The taxes will probably be very high this fall on account of the $150,000,000 loan which you and I have got to dig and delve to pay. There is a certain class who love or whose object it is to free the Blacks South only to make slaves of us, for I consider that slavery enough to be burdened to death with taxation and this question has been the sole cause of the present state of things. I hold to maintaining the Government but I want it done on Constitutional grounds, that is—give the South her rights as they are under the constituion. There is now about 400,000 men drawn up against each other, in nearly equal numbers in and around Washington and it is said that a struggle between these immence [sic] armies cannot long be postponed. James Post has joined a regiment and expects to go on to Washington when called for. He has been home to bid his friends Good bye. Charley Bishop is agoing [sic] in one of the Gun Boats on the Mississippi. I recieved [sic] a letter from Charley Fowler dated St Helena July 25th I thought to have recieved [sic] one from you but I supose [sic] you have anumber [sic] to write and could not get time. I hope you will write however before you leave port and let me know when you expect to be home and what you wish me to do about hireing [sic] out the pasture land &c. If you should get home by the first of April you could attend to that your self; if you do not I shall not hire out the Barn Lot as you may wan tto use it your self. Good Luck Much Love Good Bye

Yours as Ever
Chas H Halsey

P. S. Your secret is safe as is my slave as yet.

From Incident on the Bark Columbia: Being Letters Received & Sent by Captain McCorkle and the Crew of his Whaler, 1860-1862; ed. Helen Halsey, New Haven, April 27, 1941; The Cummington Press, Cummington, MA. 

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Memorials of the North End | Part One

49 No. Main Street | 1833-1940 | Southampton | Abigail Fithian Halsey
by Lizbeth Halsey White

Paper read before a meeting of Southampton Colony Chapter, Daughters of the American Revolution, on March 19, by Mrs. Edward (Lizbeth) P. White, 1929

In the earliest days of the village the triangle of land bounded by Main Street, Bowden Square and North Sea Road was common land, for some time after that on every side had been occupied.

Early in 1700 this was bought by Abner Howell, son of Col Josiah, who lived on he Bowden property. Abner Howell divided it between his two sons. To David he gave the south portion which included the plot where in the early 1840s Capt. Daniel Jagger built his home. This is now the home of Wm. L. Donnelly. To Phineas Howell was given the north portion of the Triangle. On the west half of his lot he built a tan-yard, which he afterwards sold to Ebenezer Jagger and removed from the village.

The Main Street part of the lot was purchased in 1788 by Annanias Halsey, whose son Urah lived across the street in the Wilman Halsey house and whose daughter, Susan, lived to very old age in the little house which stood on the front of the lot now owned by Abigail Halsey. This house and also the Nancy Sayre house is now in Tuckahoe.

On the Seven Ponds road to the Water Mill, on the edge of the Piggery Golf Links, is a very charming little old house which about the year 1800 stood beside the mill stream just opposite to the old Water Mill. Into it came a young bride Phebe Rogers and her husband Charles Fithian Halsey. They purchased a farm and he was miller in the windmill, (still standing) not far from their home. Three boys and three girls came to them and the father died. Desiring to give her boys a trade Phebe sold the farm and moved her family to New York City—then a three-days journey by stage-coach. She apprenticed the boys for four years to learn the mason’s trade. At that time (1820) New York City had begun its phenomenal growth, thought it was still a country village as compared with the city of today. Wall and Canal Streets were being built up, and Greenwich Village was a residential suburb.

There in Grove Street in 1827 the youthful masons built a home for their family use, and when Henry, the eldest son, returned to Water Mill for his bride, it was in the Grove Street house that they made their first home. But eastern Long Island beckoned and the family returned.

“Capt. Harry” Halsey in 1831 bought the plot on the triangle owned by Annanias Halsey and built his home thereon. The house in Grove Street is still standing and the wooden mantels and paneled and reeded casings of doors and windows were exactly copied in the little parlor of their home in the North End. In a room, now a part of the kitchen, “Miss Amanda” kept her Dame school and there are a few still with us who remember her as their first teacher. Opening out from the school room was a dark stairway where her pupils were banished by way of punishment. While she was having recitations they would pull off their shoes and steal to the kitchen chamber above and have no end of fun, as children do, when they can find an attic to play in.

“Miss Amanda” loved poetry and flowers and the perennials she planted still bloom in the little old garden. Some of her punishments, after she had tried them out on herself, she abandoned. A big pewter horn hung high in its place on the wall and nothing was allowed to break the routine of the little schoolroom except when a whale-rally was on at the beach and “Capt. Harry,” without ceremony, rushed in for the horn that he might do his part in passing the signal which meant “Whale off shore! All hands to the beach!”

Both of Capt. Harry’s brothers became whaling captains but he bought a farm and worked on at his mason’s trade. His title of “Captain” came to him as wrecking master. Before the Life-Saving Service was established (1876) and nearly all ships were sailing vessels, wrecks along the shore were not infrequent and the wrecking crews were a necessary and important organization.

For so many years when Sag Harbor was a prominent whaling port and her harbor was busy with ships it became the Mecca of every man, and especially of every boy, to go to the Harbor and see the ships.

Capt. Harry Halsey, when a boy of twelve years, had been permitted to pay a visit to his cousins living there. A ship came in bringing the news of the signing of the Peace between England and the United States, after the War of 1812-14. His first impulse was to carry home the good news as quickly as possible. So, in his boyish enthusiasm, he ran all the way to this home crying “Peace! Peace!” and this is the way the news was brought to Water Mill. The boy had been named for his great-uncle Henry Halsey who was Capt. of a Privateer during the Revolution and who lost his life in the Battle of Groton Heights. His name with other patriots who fell at that time is engraved on the monument there. He with his brother Jesse, after hearing the news of the Battle of Lexington, rowed across Long Island Sound in a row-boat and enlisted in the Continental Army. Jesse Halsey served throughout the war and won the rank of Captain.

In the April number of the Scribner’s magazine (1929) is an article written by Thomas Boyd entitled, “How Mad Was Anthony Wayne?” The article describes the evacuation of the City of Philadelphia by the British Forces and the Battle of Monmouth Court-house. The incident described on page 436 verifies a tradition cherished by the numerous descendants of Jesse Halsey, the Patriot, who at the time was near Gen. Washington and heard his reprimand of Gen. Charles Lee for his disobedience of orders and his cowardly retreat. He felt the reprimand, though severe, was just and well deserved.

He told also of the severe heat of that eventful day and said that more men die from the intense heat than from the guns. This favored the Americans for though many had frozen in their homespun garments during the previous severe winter at Valley Forge, on this hottest of July days the homespun-clad army had the advantage over the enemy. In their heavy and much-decorated cloth uniforms.

Capt. Jesse Halsey, brother of Capt. Harry, built the house which is now the home of Dr. David Hallock. The sister, Elizabeth, married Capt. William Fowler and settled just north of the Burying Ground. Her husband was a whaling Captain and he also spent several years in California during the gold-rush. Three of their sons went on whaling voyages and never returned. Dear Aunt Libbie Fowler! Who never heard the click of the gate without a throb! She had an overwhelming sympathy for others in time of need. In sorrow and in illness she became the neighborhood mother, and there are many who remember her for her kindly deeds.

To return to the Triangle, the southern half of which had been given to David Howell. It was he who about 1750 built the well-preserved old house which long since became the home of the Herricks. David Howell was a silversmith and just when he left Southampton we have no record. It is certain that his house was occupied by the British officers during the Revolution, and it is safe to assume that he was one of the many refugees to Conn. So many of the homes of the villagers changed ownership after the Revolution. This, in 1772, was purchased by Col. Josiah Smith of Moriches for his daughter, Hannah, who had married Elias Pelletreau. He was a merchant and the store which he built remained for many years attached to the house on the south. His wife, Hannah, was very deaf, caused by the effects of cold and exposure when endeavoring to relieve her father who for some time was imprisoned by the enemy in the Provost Prison in New York City.

She made very possible effort to relieve his distress, for imagination would fail to reveal the miseries of an enemy prison during those bitter years.

Courtesy Lizbeth Halsey White Files, Southampton Historical Museum Archives and Research Center