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WALDEN.
BY HON. JAMES P. BELL.
Walden
is 6 miles square, situated in the western part of Caledonia county,
having Cabot on the S. W.,
Walden
belonged to Orange county until the organization of Caledonia county in 1796;
was granted Nov. 6, 1780; chartered August 18, 1781, by the legislature of
Vermont, to Moses Robinson and 64 others, on condition that each grantee put
under cultivation 5 acres and build a house 18 feet square or more within 3
years after the close of the war, the state ever reserving all pine timber
suitable for naval purposes. The town was surveyed in 1786.
The
surface is broken, laying upon the high lands that
divide waters flowing from a marsh near the center of the town east into the
Joe's
brook, which has its origin in Cole's pond in the north part of the town, runs
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southerly into Joe's pond in Cabot, thence into the Passumpsic, is
the largest stream. Cole's pond was discovered by a hunter by the name of Cole
from St. Johnsbury, thus deriving its name. Lyfford's pond in the south part of
Walden was also discovered by one of Gen. Hazen's men of that name. A small
portion of Joe's pond is situated in town.
Joe's
brook and pond derived their names from a friendly Indian of the St. Francis
tribe who first discovered them, and used to fish and hunt in and around them.
He had a cabin in town for himself and his squaw Molly, for some years after
its settlement. He rendered valuable service to the early settlers by warning
them of danger from his red brethren, and in assisting them to explore the
wilderness around. He died at an advanced age in Newbury in 1819. His memory
was ever kindly cherished by those whom he had befriended. Capt. Joe, as he was
familiarly called, in his old age received a pension of $70 per year granted by
the legislature of
In
1779, Gen. Hazen built a military road from Peacham through Cabot, Walden, Hardwick,
and north to Hazen's notch in
The
block house remained for some years and was temporarily occupied by many of the
first settlers, having the honor of having the first school, the first sermon
and the first birth in town, and at one time a family by the name of Sabin, consisting
of father, mother and 26 children within its walls.
Walden
was mainly settled by emigrants from
Walden
was organized March 24, 1794, — Nathaniel Perkins, town clerk, Nathan Barker,
Nathaniel Perkins and Joseph Burley, selectmen, Samuel Gilman, treasurer,
Elisha Cate, constable. In March, 1795, Samuel Huckins was first grand juror,
and in the the same year Nathaniel Perkins was elected first representative.
March,
1796, the town voted to raise 30 bushels of wheat to pay for preaching, 30 do. to pay for schooling, $10 worth to defray town expenses; and
appointed a committee of three to hire preaching. Thus early
evincing their interest, in the cause of religion and education.
In
March, 1797, voted to raise $5 for town expenses for the current year, being
the first money raised by the town for any purpose,
and $25 for schools likewise, and selected the first petit jurors.
First sermon in town by Elder Chapman, at the house of
Nathaniel Perkins. in 1794.
Dr. George C. Wheeler came into town in 1828; remained about one year; was the
first physician. James Bell, the first lawyer, being the only professional man
that ever permanently resided in town.
Nathaniel
Farrington, Jr., was first merchant. Jesse Perkins, son of Nathaniel Perkins,
first child born in town, is still a resident. No settled minister has ever had
a residence in Walden.
The
first death in town was that of Samuel Gilman, caused by the burning off and
falling of a stub of a tree where he was clearing on the farm now occupied by
Otis Freeman. He left his house in the evening to roll together the brands of
the piles that were burning; not returning, his wife went in search and found
his lifeless body crushed to the earth, and was obliged to obtain assistance of
a neighbor before it could be extricated. The second death was that of Mrs.
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Melcher, who was buried with her
infant a few days old. The third, Ezekiel Gilman, killed by the rolling of a log upon him
while engaged in rearing a log cabin. First marriage,
Mr. Melcher. First school taught by Nathaniel Perkins. The oldest person
deceased in town was Mrs. George aged 102. Her son Moses is now 90 years of
age. Edward Smith is the oldest now living, aged 91 years.
There
have been five college graduates from this town, viz: Rev. Samuel H. Shepley,
now a teacher in
Present
number of school districts, 13. The first church built was a Union house in
Walden
has suffered for the want of a common center. There is no village in town, and
no mills that do business to much amount, excepting saw mills. Population in 1860, 1102, showing an increase during the last
decade of about 200.
CHURCHES.
The
first church organization was Congregational, organized in 1805. Its deacon,
Theophilus Rundlet, was a man of fervent piety, and conducted public worship on
the sabbath, with the help of occasional preaching,
for many years. He left town, and was gathered to his grave like a shock of
corn fully ripe, at an advanced age, a few years since. This church has lost
its organization, and none of its records are to be found. In 1828 a new
Congregational church was formed, and by the aid of the
In 1810 a Methodist.
E. church was formed by Elders Kilbourn and Hoyt. Nathaniel Gould and wife,
Timothy Haynes and wife, and Nathaniel Perkins and wife, were among its
original members. It is the leading denomination in town; has had constant
preaching for a long series of years. Its present membership is 107.
A
Universalist society was formed in 1829, and a Freewill Baptist in 1837. The
two last have only occasional preaching.
BIOGRAPHICAL
SKETCHES.
CAPT. ENOCH FOSTER,*
Was born at Bow, N. H., in the year
1770. At the age of 13 he removed to
Many
are the strangers that remember his generous hospitality. He lived to follow
four of his six children to the grave, and died at the age of 84 years. He was
a member of the Congregationalist church for 40 years, and died as he had
lived, a zealous Christian.
NATHANIEL
FARRINGTON,
Came into Walden from
NATHANIEL
FARRINGTON, JR.
Came into town when a lad with his father. He early
developed business tact, was the first merchant in town, and engaged to the
time of his death, in 1854, in farming, merchandizing, building mills, &c.,
ever doing a large miscellaneous business, thereby adding largely to his own
estate, and to the material wealth of the town. He was possessed of a cool,
sound judgment, and exercised an influence rarely attained, over his fellow
townsmen for a long series of years. He was town representative in the years
1828-29—30—31—36 and 37. Simple
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*
This article furnished by a friend.
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and unostentatious in his own habits, he disbursed of his
means with great liberality for the maintenance and education of his large
family, and ever exercised a kind, considerate care over the interests of
those whom he had assisted by pecuniary aid, to better their fortune, and his
memory is cherished gratefully by the poor and needy.
NATHANIEL
PERKINS
Moved his family into town in 1789,
being the only family there for the three succeeding years.
He
was possessed of uncommon energy, which enabled him to overcome the difficulties
and hardships incident to living thus separated from the neighborhood of men.
On one occasion he went to Newbury, a distance of 30 miles, on foot, and
procured a bushel of Indian corn meal and returned with it on his shoulders.
His
house was the home of all the first settlers for the time being, and no weary
traveler was denied its shelter, or a share in its sometimes extremely scanty
stores. He represented his town in the state legislature in 1795, being its
first representative, also in '96-99-1800-1804-5 and 6.
Mr.
Perkins was one of the original members of the Methodist church, and ever one
of its pillars. He lived to see great changes in the town of his early
adoption, and died at the age of 90 years, leaving numerous descendants.
A
friend has kindly furnished the following:
JAMES
BELL.
John
Austin of pure Norman extraction, a native of
James
Bell was born in Lyme, N. H., in December, 1776. His father, James Bell, was
accidentally killed by falling on the point of a scythe which he was carrying
on his shoulder. His son was then but two years old. Mr. Bell's mother was a
woman of strong sense and Christian character, for whom he ever cherished the
strongest affection and respect. She married for her second husband, Col.
Robert Johnston of Newbury, Vt., in which town Mr. Bell was brought up to
manhood. Not far from 1800, he went to reside in
He
settled in Walden In 1804 or 5; in 1810 he commenced the farm where he ever
after lived, and where his son, Hon. James D. Dell now resides. The place was
entirely wild, and the first tree fallen was the foundation log on which his
cabin was erected. In 1815 he was elected to the state legislature, after
having had conferred on him the office of justice of the peace, captain of
militia, &c., which honors in those days were not without their
significance. He was again elected to the legislature in 1818, and was a member
of that body for 10 years in succession. He was an eloquent debater, and few
men had more influence in the
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house. Few were there whose political sway was felt more
throughout the state than Mr. Bell.
At
the time that Mr. B. was admitted to the bar of Caledonia
county, it was composed of a constellation of many of the first order of
talents, among whom he was received as a peer, and in mother wit surpassed
perhaps any one of them. Intellectual sport he enjoyed from the foundations of
his being, and his irrepressible laughter was genial and sparkling, as the
bursting forth of sunshine. He moreover had an immense persuasive influence
with a jury; his sympathies tiring strong, he intuitively hit upon those points
which would sway them in the direction he wished.
The man
was the man in his esteem, whatever the texture of his coat might be;
his client's wrongs were his own wrongs, and he defended him with a zeal and
enthusiasm that never flagged till his point was gained. He was a hard man to
face, for perhaps when his legal antagonist had finished a labored plea, and
thought his mountain stood strong, a few playful sallies from Bell, or a stroke
or two of the scalpel of satire directed to the weak points of his argument,
and he would find the whole fabric tumbling about his ears. A case of this kind
occurred once, when he was attending court in a neighboring state, where he
was a stranger. The counsel on the other side was a man of pretension,
wealthy, influential, and much of an egotist. He made a great effort for his
client, represented the wrongs he had suffered as without a parallel, labored
to excite the sympathy by the presentation of arguments drawn from no very
apparent facts, and worked himself up to a very high point of commisseration
for his much abused client, and sat down. Mr. Bell arose with a very solemn
face, but a queer twinkle of the eye, and said he thought they would all feel
it a privilege to join in singing. "Hark, from the tombs a doleful sound,"
— he struck the old minor tune in which the words were then sung, and sung the
verse through. The speech of his opponent, in the minds of those present, was
upon the poise between the pathetic and ridiculous — the ridicule flashed upon
them, and the house was in a roar. When the merriment subsided he went on with
his plea. The advocate who preceded him had indulged in invidious remarks, not
only in reference to Mr. Bell, but to the Vermont bar generally, and Mr. B.
mentioned that he had been both surprised and pained at the ungentlemanly and
narrow allusions which had been made by one who had the honor of belonging to
one of the most liberal professions in the world; and the man afterwards
ingenuously said, that he was never so used up.
In
1882, Mr. B. made a public profession, and joined the Congregational church in
Hardwick; and was ever after a conscientious and constant attendant at the
sanctuary, when his health permitted. He was a lover of freedom, and a hater
of oppression. Well, do we remember his relating the following anecdote. He was standing in front of the Capitol at
There
is but one sketch of any of his public efforts remaining. That was reported by
S. B. Colby, Esq. of
A. D. 1847.
Brother
Bell has made one of his great speeches to-day in defence of Mrs. Hannah Parker,
on trial for the murder of her own child. I have never heard or felt a deeper
pathos than the tones of his voice bore to the heart, as he stood up in the
dignity of old age, his tall, majestic form over-leaning all the modern members
of the bar (as if he had come from some superior physical generation of men),
tremulous, slightly, with emotions that seemed thronging up from the long past,
as the old advocate yielded for a
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moment to the effect of early associations, and introduced
himself and his fallen brethren whom his eye missed from their wonted seats, as
it glanced along the vacant places inside the bar. He said:
May
it please your honor, and gentlemen of the jury:
I
stood among giants, though not of them: my comrades at the bar have fallen.
Fletcher! the untiring and laborious counselor, the
persuasive advocate, the unyielding combatant, is where? Eternity echoes, here!
Cushman,
the courtly and eloquent lawyer, the kind and feeling man, the polished and
social companion and friend, where now is he? The world unseen alone can say.
Mattocks
lives, thank God; but is withdrawn from professional toil, from the clash of
mind on mind, the combat of intellect and wit, the flashing humor and grave
debates of the court room, to the graceful retreat of domestic life.
I am
alone, an old tree, stripped of its foliage and tottering beneath the rude
storms of seventy winters: but lately prostrate at the verge of the grave, I
thought my race was run; never again did I expect to be heard in defence of the
unfortunate accused. But Heaven has spared me, another monument of His mercy, and 1 rejoice in the opportunity of uttering, perhaps
my last public breath in defence of the poor, weak, imbecile prisoner at the
bar.
Gentlemen,
she is a mother. She is charged with the murder of her own child! She is
arraigned here a friendless stranger. She is without means to reward counsel;
and has not the intelligence, as I have the sorry occasion to know, to dictate
to her counsel a single fact relating to her case. I have come to her defence
without hope of reward; for she has nothing to give but thick, dark poverty,
and of that, too, I have had more than enough.
But
it gives me pleasure to say that the stringent hardship of her case has won her
friends among strangers, and the warm sympathies which have been extended to my
client, and the ready and useful aid I have received during this protracted
trial, from various members of the bar, strongly indicate the great hearts and
good minds of my departed brothers, have left their influence upon these, their
successors.
Soon
after Mr. Bell's return from court he received the following from Mattocks:
"Peacham, 16th January, 1847.
Brother
Bell: In the Watchman I have just seen a specimen of your speech in the
murder case. It is worthy of being inserted in the next edition of 'Elegant
Extracts in Prose." Sir, you are the last of the Mohicans and the
greatest, and when you die (which I fear will be soon, for from the account I
hear of your effort in the cause of humanity, it was all but a superhuman
brightening before death), the tribe will be extinct. You have justly called
our two lamented friends giants, and with the discrimination of a reviewer,
have given to each the distinguishing traits of excellence; and although your
introducing me with them was gratuitous, it was kind, and the traits you have
given me I owe to your generosity.
You
say 'I was not of them;' this was a fiction, used in an unlawyerlike manner to
prevent self-commendation, unless, indeed, you meant as Paul might have said,
that he was not of the prophets, because he was a head and shoulders
above them. I am proud that you have sustained and surpassed the old school of
lawyers. Sir, you are the Nestor of the bar, and may be truly called the 'Old
man eloquent.'
I am, sir, with the greatest respect,
your
friend and humble serv't,
JOHN MATTOCKS.
N. B.
I reserve the all important part of this letter to stand by itself.
Let us hold fast to our hope in Christ. We near the brink."
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