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Subject: [GM-L] The Puritan Recorder
Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2001 10:06:18 -0500
The Puritan Recorder, Thursday, Jan. 29, 1852, continued...
Death by Accident on a Railroad
Yesterday afternoon, Mr. Arnold Welles Brown, a son of Dr. J. B. Brown,
of this city, was killed on the Newton Branch Railroad. He had been out
to Newton Lower Falls, on a visit to his uncle, Dr. Warren, and while
crossing one of the bridges in that place, on his way to the depot to
take the cars on his return, he was met by the train. The bridge was
narrow, and although Mr. Brown, on discovering his perilous position,
stood close against the railing, he was struck by the step of the second
car, rolled under the cars, and thrown off the bridge a mangled corpse.
His death was as sudden as it was awful. A coroner's inquest held on the
body acquitted the conductor and the engineer of the train of all blame,
every effort having been made to avert the catastrophe; but the jury
found that the bridge was too narrow for safety. Mr. Brown was a student
at Andover Theological Seminary, and was a young man of much promise.
His sudden and afflictive death will be lamented by a large circle of
friends. He was about 25 years of age.--Traveller of Thursday.
The morning train from Worcester, on the Boston and Worcester Railroad,
which is due in Boston at a quarter past 9 o'clock, was detained an hour
by an accident that occurred in Grafton, MA, near the Millbury Junction.
One of the wheels to the tender broke and forced a hole through it, and
let out the water required for the engine. No further damage was done
nor any person injured.--Mail 23d.
The Lawrence Courier says that ground will be immediately, if it has not
already been, broken for a new corporation to go in below the Bay State
Mills, for the manufacture of cotton duck. At first but one mill will be
erected, 125 by 60 feet, four stories high. The picker house will be 45
by 24 feet, two stories high. The cotton house 35 by 35 feet, and the
office 25 by 15 feet, each one story high. The Courier also states that
the plans are out for a new corporation, to go below the Atlantic, for
the manufacture of worsteds, delaines, or some other of the finer
articles of wool.
The Springfield Republican describes a thrilling event, which occurred on
the railroad bridge, over Deerfield river, near Greenfield, on Saturday
afternoon week. The bridge, as most of our readers know, is about 80
fett above low water mark, and the railroad track is laid on top of it.
The last train from the North being behind time, was pushing rapidly
ahead, and a footman found himself near the middle of the bridge as the
train approached with lightning speed. He had not time to get off the
bridge at either end--the space at the sides of the track was too sloping
to be resorted to with safety--and a leap upon the ice below was sure
death. In this terrible dilemma, he threw himself into the trough
between the rails, and hugging the bottom closely, the train passed over
him without harm.
Death of Mrs. Cooper.
A despatch from Cooperstown, NY on Friday says, "The widow of J.
Fennimore Cooper, died suddenly this morning, of asthma. Her death was
Capt. Tilley Richardson
At the residence of Wines H. Skeels, Esq. in Watertown, NY, on the 14th
inst., Capt. Tilley Richardson, 93. He has left to mourn his loss, one
hundred and twenty children, grand-children, and great-grand-children.
Capt. Richardson volunteered as a soldier at the commencement of the War
of the Revolution; he was at the taking of Burgoyne in 1779; he emigrated
from New Hampshire to Litchfield, in Herkimer Co., NY, in 1792, and from
thence to Watertown in 1802, and settled on the farm on which he died.
He was a kind husband and father, a good neighbor and a peace maker. He
has never been a party in a litigated suit, and very rarely, if ever, has
such a suit originated in his neighborhood. He had no enemies, and as
many friends as knew him and enjoyed his acquaintance. His heart and
hand has always been open to the wants of the poor. His integrity was
never questioned. Community has lost a good citizen and his numerous
family their best friend.
The deceased was a maternal uncle of one of the editors of this
journal. A daring exploit was performed by Capt. Richardson, when the
American and British armies lay on Rhode Island. One day he observed two
horses, who had strayed from the British lines toward the American camp.
He formed the purpose of bringing them in, and went round them and
started them for the American lines. The British saw him and commenced
firing a cannon at him. The first ball came within a short distance of
him; nothing daunted, he still continued to drive on his horses, at the
same time keeping watch of the cannon. When he saw its flash, he fell
upon the ground; each ball came nearer and nearer, one ball ploughing the
ground by his side, half covering him with dust; he arose, swung his hat,
and hurrahed. The British gunner felt sure of his object at the next
shot; but Capt. R. reached a hay stack before the next discharge of the
cannon. The ball passed through the edge of the stack, and did him no
harm. He drove both horses into the camp, brought them to head-quarters,
and received pay for them. This exploit was done in full view of both
armies. The American army watched his progress with intense anxiety,
cheering him only repeated huzzas.
Mrs. Martha Brainerd Wilson
In Marietta, OH, 10th inst., Mrs. Martha Brainerd Wilson, 70. She was
born at Lebanon, CT Jan. 18, 1782, and married in 1798 to Stephen R., son
of Col. Benjamin Wilson, an officer of the revolutionary army, and a
member of the Virginia Convention to ratify the Constitution of the
United States. During the ministry of the Rev. S. P. Robbins, in the
year 1819, she united with the Congregational Church of Marietta, OH, of
which her father was one of the first two deacons. Her life of active
piety, her walks of usefulness and love, her unpretending yet watchful
and sweet charities, as well as the beautiful symmetry of her whole
character attest the genuiness of her faith in Christ. Her end was
peace. Death came suddenly, perhaps unexpectedly; but it did not find
her unprepared. At midnight there was a cry made; Behold the bridegroom
cometh. We cannot doubt that her lamp was burning.
To be continued.
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