not many years since this now great thoroughfare was called the new road) and another called the large or great store, where the county gaol now stands. To use the language of those who now speak of him, "he employed an army of men," but as the saying is," he had too many irons in the fire."

He was at one period largely concerned in business at Hartford, Conn. and Peacham, Vt. and now resides in Montreal-an Inspector of Beef.-He came here about the year 1784. Very little mechanical or mercantile business had been done in the town previous to his commencing, and by his means some of those now living here, and men of enterprise and industry, became inhabitants, and were for a time in his employ-Capt. Ambrose Ames, a native of Bridgewater, in nail making, -the late Mr. Benjamin Swan, David Wait and Mr. William Wait, from Groton, in the coopering business,→→ and about that time many others established themselves here, among whom were the late Col. Eliel Gilbert, a native of Brookfield, a man of enterprise and for many years a Representative of the town,-Mr. Samuel Pierce, from Middletown, Connecticut, and others.

NOTE. The upper story of Moore's Mill was in the time of the late war occupied by S. Hunt & Co. for a cotton factory, and afterwards by Joel Parker. A small

cellar under the mill was used in Col. Moore's day, as tradition says, by Mr. Goffe, the miller, and one Jenks, a one armed man, for counterfeiting silver coin. They were taken, and Goffe turned state's evidence. Goffe erected a dam some distance below the cutlery works and a little above the old brick yard, without right, and abutted it on Moore's land; he and his workmen cut away one end of it, and the next flood swept away the balance. The Oil Mill on the east side, formerly improved by A. Ames and S. Pierce, was taken down a few years ago.-The other buildings, improved by Mr. Martindale as a satinet factory, and the sawmill, &c. were swept away in a flood, Dec. 1836.

Previous to Col. Moore's day the mills were owned by Mr. DAVID WELLS, familiarly known by the name of Uncle David, who is remembered by very few. He gave a bell to the school district in this village, on which his name is inscribed; his grave is among us- -without a stone to mark the spot-the identical place of his sepulture no man knoweth to this day. "But little he recks if they'll let him sleep on." Peace to his ashes. His heirs inherited his estate in the usual course of such matters, neglecting, perhaps forgetting the proper tribute of respect due the dead. In his day Salmon and Shad were plenty in our rivers. He once observed a salmon attempting to leap over the dam of the mill in Green river; at the second leap he went some distance down the stream before he turned to make his effort to leap the dam, and rose far enough up by his leap barely to touch the top of the dam with his gills; falling back, he went still farther down the stream than before, and turning again, as if to acquire a momentum, renewed his efforts and leaped at least six feet above the top of the dam, and passed into the stream above. This looks like reasoning and calculation. The above fact was recently communicated to the writer by a respectable citizen of Deerfield. Salmon were formerly taken as far Whitingham, though rarely.

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His COURTSHIP.-The latter part of his days were passed in the family of the late Mr. Timothy Hall, who lived where Col. S. Root now does, where he died a bachelor, at an advanced age. Tradition informs us that he had contracted matrimony with a lady, whose name is not known, and that it was broken off by the following queer circumstance. It was the custom sometimes at raising buildings, to invite those who assisted, which then comprised all the neighborhood, (as occasionally at this day) frequently a whole town, to a supper got up expressly for the occasion. Such a case occurred to Uncle David, The lady referred to was present, and

he invited her to take the head of the table and do the honors thereof to the guests. Whether from native diffidence, or from an idea that it was improper, or from coquetry, or because her love was cold, or from some one of the inexplicable, unmentionable freaks of fancy, to which females are liable and sometimes give way, (for who can sound the depths of a woman's mind (or man's either) or find an answering reason to his queries thereunto relating) or whether she was, to use a meaning, though vulgar phrase, one of the

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countables," cannot now be told but she persisted in declining the intended honor, which he had probably long calculated to confer upon her as a signal mark of his love and affection. Neither tradition nor the faithful page of history throw any light upon this matter.

This was a disappointment so unlooked for, so unexpected, so mortifying to his feelings, that he could not brook it. "The iron entered into his soul." As this was his first love, so it was his last: as he had never loved before, so he never loved again. Their courtship ended then.

'O woman, in our hours of ease,

Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,

'When pain and anguish wring the brow,
'A ministering angel thou !'

Thus saith the poet, and so far as the observation and experience of the writer goeth, he confirmeth the truth of the poet's affirmation.

The HUSKINGS of those days which collected whole neighborhoods of young and old, were (and until within the last twenty years continued to be) great occasions, of evening industry, feasting and mirth and not equalled in their simple neighborly exchange of good feeling, by the more refined taste, distinctions, false delicacy.

sickly refined formal intercourse, and buckram stiffness of these later days. To my mind, reader, those days of simple habits, frank and open intercourse and manners; the equal footing upon which all met; the warm and cordial welcome to all of every degree, if well behaved; -have a charin which the formal and heartless meetings of this day cannot give though more fashionable and genteel, 'tis hollow all-and unmeaning-sincerity is not there. Upon their like, those patriarchal days, we shall not, here, again look. Men then lived more according to nature, and a fine coat and polished shoe were not necessary to command attention and respect, and the poor were as good as the rich.

Capt. ISAAC NEWTON, was of that class of liberal minded and benevolent men, whose views are enlarged, who live for the good of others, as well as their own, and look upon all mankind as their brethren, and do not confine their charity to party or sect. In him frankness, sincerity, liberality and benevolence, dwelt without stint or measure; and even his failings leaned to virtue's side.' Many a widow and orphan have blessed him for his kind care of their interests, and his reward was better than gold.

'He chid the wandering, but relieved their woe.' Holy spirit of benevolence, thou comest to the wounded mind, as to the expecting Eastern city, the caravan long wandering o'er desert sands,

‹ While Mecca saddens at the long delay.'

or as Ossian would say, like a beam of the East arising、 in a land unknown.

It is no matter where such men are born, to whom related or by whom begot,' nor of what complexion they are. He was frank, open and plain, in all he said and

did; of an intelligent and sound mind. His townsmen were well aware of this, and resorted to him as to a patriarch for advice and counsel. Instead of consulting the lawyer in all cases, (they did not visit them as much in that golden age as now) they consulted with such men as Capt. Newton. The memory of such men is blessed; like the twinkling luminaries of the sky, their character and influence shed a mild radiance all around. His father was brother to Dr. Newton; they were from Durham, Connecticut, and were among the early settlers of this town, then almost a wilderness, and he and the Doctor" were of a piece." He came to this town before or soon after the Doctor, at the age of 21, and struck the first blow with the axe among the sons of the forest, on the farm where Deacon Curtis Newton now lives, which as all the land owned by the Newtons, was then a hemlock swamp, which he bought for 7s. 6d. an acre, and built the house there now standing. He spent the summers clearing his land, winters, worked for the Doctor at 20s. a month, and endured all the hardships incident to settlers in a cold barren region. He was a professor of religion from his youth, imputing his conversion to the early impressions received from, and the kind teachings of a pious mother. How lasting, how pure and holy are impressions received from this source. They come to us in after life, mid our playthings, our follies, and the cares of manhood. We may not be as good as we should be; but for these, we might have been much worse.

Before the age of 22, he had never had an overcoat, and then only a second hand one, and no education except what his mother taught him, and two weeks instruction from Dr. Goodrich, of Durham. He enjoyed life better than most men, and was always disposed to look on the bright side of things; he considered religion the work of life and not of a moment; his religion was that of the