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The colored people enjoyed the festive season, and there was scarcely a house in Washington in which there was not a well- filled punch bowl. In some antique silver bowls was "Daniel Webster punch," made of Medford rum, brandy, champagne, arrack, menschino, strong green tea, lemon juice, and sugar; in other less expensive bowls was found a cheaper concoction.
Say, Tom," to the nearest Dragoon, "do you remember that Lone Tree where we camped when we were out huntin' Tarleton?" "Sure; in east of Medford. There was a farmhouse across on the side of a hill. I got some buttermilk there." "Wasn't that what the guide called the place Lone Tree?" "Derned if I know, Sergeant.
<b>LOUD, MAY HALLOWELL.</b> Member of the Copley Society and Boston Water-Color Club. Born in West Medford, Massachusetts, 1860. Pupil of the School of Museum of Fine Arts, Boston; Julian Academy, Paris; Cowles Art School, Boston. In Paris, under Tony Robert-Fleury, Giacomotti, and Louis Deschamps. Later under Abbott Thayer and Denman W. Ross. Mrs.
"Extinct the sacred fire of love, Our zeal grown cold and dead, In the house of God we fix a stove To warm us in their stead." Other New England congregations piously froze during service-time well into this century. The Longmeadow church, early in the field, had a stove in 1810; the Salem people in 1815; and the Medford meeting in 1820.
We can believe that Hawthorne listened to him with close attention. It was in the spring of 1862 that I first became well acquainted with the Hawthorne family, which seemed to exist in an atmosphere of purity and refinement derived from the man's own genius. Julian visited me at our house in Medford during the early summer, where he made great havoc among the small fruits of the season.
Almost every one in Medford Valley must have slept that morning through the long hours until far past noon. But by four o'clock Oliver had slumbered all his weariness away, and so had Janet. They were restless after their excitement of the night before, and they found the house very still and with Cousin Jasper nowhere visible.
If in response to my suggestion Jack Medford had promptly said, "All right," we would have jumped on that flat car, and then would have been caught in the smash-up. But he took a mere fraction of time to look and think, and that brief delay was, perhaps, our temporal salvation. We arrived at Bolivar during the afternoon of the 24th and re-occupied our old camp.
"Sh-h!" came from Medford; and then: "Come, Billy what's the point or the moral, as they say in novels?" "Fernmore is a rattling good chap, at heart," Graydon was saying to Jane; "but I can't stand that Med " "Yes, yes, go on, Mr. Fernmore," broke in several voices in eager expectancy. "The moral?" Billy's eyes were twinkling. "The joke, rather, is on me. When Mrs.
The Salutation Inn, with its sign-board bearing the picture of two men shaking hands, was commonly known as the Two Palaverers. I know no more attractive picture of olden-time hospitality, nothing better "under the notion of a tavern," than the old Palaverer tavern at Medford.
Then we will take another step in advance." At a town meeting held in Medford, in December, Mr. Stearns made a speech on the same subject, and was hissed for his pains by the same men who were afterwards saved from the conscription of 1863 by the negroes whom he recruited.
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