age of eighteen had devoured all the English poetry and prose in her father's well furnished library. She married the Rev. Ebenezer Turell, of Medford, Mass., August 11th, 1726. She continued to compose in verse, and wrote, after her marriage, culogies on Sir Richard Blackmore's Works, and on "the Incomparable Mr. Waller;" An Invitation into the Country in Imitation of Horace, and some prose pieces. Her health had been from her infancy extremely delicate, and she And freely feed upon our country treat No stately beds my humble roofs adorn died March 26th, 1755, at the early age of twenty-Filld with the wool from off my tender sheep, seven years. Her poems were in the same year collected, and published by her husband.* AN INVITATION INTO THE COUNTRY, IN IMITATION OF HORACE From the soft shades, and from the baliny sweets Now while the earth's with beauteous verdure dyed, And Flora paints the meads in all her pride; From the thick smokes, and noisy town, O come, Though my small incomes never can afford, But though rich dainties never spread my board, For a dessert upon my table 's scon The golden apple, and the melon green; These I can give, and if you 'll here repair, Under the sprending elmas our limbs we'll lay, While fragrant Zephyr round our temples play. Retir'd from courts and crowds, secure we 'll set, Memoirs of the Life and Death of the Pions and Ingenions Mrs. Jane Turell, who expired at Medford, March 24, 1785, Altat. 27. chiefly collected from her own manuscripts. Boston, N.E. 1785 On which with ease and safety you may sleep, The nightingale shall lull you to your rest, And all be calm and still as is your breast. TO MY MUSE DEC. 29, 1725. AGED 17 TEAES. Come, Gentle Muse, and once more lend thine Aid; O bring thy Succour to a humble Maid! How often dost thou literally dispense To our dull Breast thy quick'ning Influence! By thee inspir'd, I'll cheerful tune my Voice, And Love and sacred Friendship make my Choice. In my pleas'd Bosom you can freely pour, A greater Treasure than Jove's Golden Shower. Come now, fair Muse, and fill my empty mind, With rich Ideas, great and unconfin'd; Instruct me in those secret Arts that lie Unseen to all but to a Poet's Eye. O let me burn with Sappho's noble Fire, But not like her for faithless inan expire; And let me rival great Orinda's Fame, Or like sweet Philomela's be my name. Go lead the way, my Muse, nor must you stop, Till we have gain'd Parnassus' shady Top; "Till I have viewed those fragrant soft Retreata, Those fields of Bliss, the Muse's sacred Seats, I'll then devote thee to fair Virtue's Fame, And so be worthy of a Poet's name. The Rev. Ebenezer Turell, a member of the class of 1721, of Harvard, was ordained in 1724, and continued minister of Medford until his death, December 5, 1778, at the age of seventy-six. He published the life of Dr. Colman in 1749, and left, in manuscript, an account of a supposed case of witchcraft, which he exposes in an ingenious and sensible manner. This he accompanies with some advice touching superstitious practices in vogue, in which he says: Young people would do wisely now to lay aside their foolish books, their trifling ballads, and all romantic accounts of dreams and trances, senseless palmistry and groundless astrology. Don't so much as look into these things. Read those that are useful to increase you in knowledge, human and divine, and which are more entertaining to an ingenious mind. Truth is the food of an immortal soul Feed not any longer on the fabulous husks of falsehood. Never use any of the devil's playthings; there are much better recreations than legerdemain tricks Turn not the sieve, &c., to know futurities; 'tis one of the greatest mercies of heaven that we are ignorant of them. You only gratify Satan, and invite him into your company to deceive you. Nothing that appears by this means is to be depended on. The horse-shoe is n vain thing, and has no natural tendency to keep off witches or evil spirits from the houses or vessels they are nailed to. If Satan should by such means defend you from lesser dangers, 'tis to make way for greater oues, and get fuller possession of your hearts. Tis an evil thing to hang witch papers on the neck for the cure of the agues to bind up the weapon instead of the wound, and JOHN SECCOMB JOHN SECCOMB, a descendant of Richard Seccomb, who settled in the town of Lynn, was a son of Peter Seccomb, of Medford, Mass., where he was born in April, 1708. He was graduated at In 1733 he was Harvard College, in 1728. ordained minister of the town of Harvard. He appears to have discharged the duties of his office acceptably up to the period of his resignation in 1757. He became, about six years after, the minister of a dissenting congregation in Chester, Nova Scotia, where he remained until his death in 1792. It He published an Ordination Sermon in Nova Scotia, and a Discourse on the Funeral of the Consort of Jonathan Belcher.* Father Abbey's Will was sent out to England by Governor Belcher, and published both in the Gentleman's Magazine and European Magazines in May, 1732. was reprinted in the Massachusetts Magazine for November, 1794, with a notice_attributing_the authorship to John Seccomb. A correspondent having disputed the statement, and asserted that the production belonged to the Rev. Joseph Seccomb, of Kingston, N. H., the editor of the Magazine wrote as follows. From Thaddeus Mason, Esq., of Cambridge, the only surviving classmate and very intimate friend of the Rev. John Seccombe, the public may be assured the he, the long reputed, was the real author. His brother Joseph, though a lively genius, never pretended to write poetry; but Mr. Mason was furnished with several poetical effusions of his classmate's They commenced an early correspondence. And through this channel flowed many a tuneful ditty. One of these letters, dated Cambridge, Sep. 27, 1728," the editor has before him. It is a most humorous narrative of the fate of a goose roasted at "Yankee Hastings," and it concludes with a poem on the occasion, in the mock heroic.. Mr. Mason wonders there have been any doubts respecting the real author of this witty production. He is able and ready, were it necessary, to give more circumstantial, explicit, and positive evidence than the present writing. The editor of a recent reprint of Father Abbey's Will, though unable to trace the "mock heroic," gives us a pleasant account of the possible previous history of its savory subject. We know not what has become of the letter or of the "mock heroic," and we cannot speak with certainty of the circumstances to which they owed their origin. But the following facts may shed some light thereon. The author resided in Cambridge after he graduated. In common with all who had received the degree of Bachelor of Arts, and not that of Master of Arts, he was called "Sir," and known as "Sir Seccomb." In the autumn after A Sermon preached at Halifax, July 8, 1770, at the Ordination of the Rev. Bruin Romcas Comingoe, to the Dutch Calvinistic Presbyterian Congregation, at Lunenburg, by John Beccomb, of Chester, A.M., being the first preached in the province of Nova Scotia, on such an occasion, to which is added an Appendix. Halifax: A. Henry. 1770. A Sermon occasioned by the Death of the Honorable Abigail Belcher, late consort of Jonathan Belcher, Esq., late Lt. Gov. and Com. In Chlef, and His Majesty's present Ch. J. of his province of Nova Scotia, del. at Halifax, in the said province, Oct. 30, 1771, by John Seccomb, of Chester, A.M., with an Epistle by Mather Byles, D.D. Boston: T. & J. Fleet. his graduation, several geese disappeared at different times from Cambridge Common. The loss occasioned great discomfort to the owner. Some of the "Sirs," as well as undergraduates were arraigned before the college government. At length several of them were fined seven shillings apiece for being privy to and taking the "third" goose, and one of them was fined three shillings more for "lying" about it. On the morning of Nov. 28, 1728, the sentence was announced. This was done in the college hall, after the reading and before the prayer, and a suitable amount of admonition was given against the immoralities condemned. The rogues were required to indemnify the owner, and the one who first proposed to steal the first goose, and being concerned in stealing and eating the "three geese taken on the Common," was sent from college. How much this had to do with the inspiration of the letter and the "mock heroic" is not known; but the writer was a "Sir,” and without doubt was well acquainted with the facts in the case. Father Abbey was Matthew Abdy. He was born about 1650, the son of a fisherman who lived about Boston harbor, and, according to the record in President Leverett's Diary, was "appointed sweeper and bed-maker upon probation," Feb. 19, 1718. By another College authority we find that he also held the responsible office of bottle-washer, as Tutor Flint in his private Diary and Account-book, writes: May 25, 1725, Paid Abdy 3sh., for washing a groce of Bottles. A second entry on the subject suggests some doubts of his faithfulness: April 10th, 1727. Abdy washed 10 doz. and 5 bottles as he says, tho' w'n he brought them up he reckoned but 9 doz. and 1, at 4d. pd down. Total, 3sh. 8d.. In the third and last, there is no question raised: April 27, 1730. Paid Abdy 4sh., for washing a groce of bottles. Abdy, and his wife Ruth, were baptized and admitted to church membership in Cambridge, February 25, 1727-8. Ruth, after the death of Matthew, remained a widow, unmoved by the passionate strains of Seccomb's second poem. The Boston Evening Post of Monday, December 13, 1762, contains her obituary. Cambridge, Dec. 10. Yesterday died here in a very advanced age Mrs. Abdy, Sweeper for very many years at Harvard College, and well known to all that have had an education here within the present century. She was relict of Matthew Abdy, Sweeper, well known to the learned world by his last Will and Testament. The Cambridge City Records give her age as 98. Father Abbey's Will and the Letter to his Widow have been published in a single sheet broadside, and have been recently reprinted with notice of all the persons and places concerned in the matters which partake largely of the wit of their subject, by John Langdon Sibley, of Harvard, in the Cambridge Chronicle of 1854. FATHER ABBEY'S WILL! To which is now added, a letter of Courtship to his virtuous and amiable Widora. Cambridge, December, 1780. Some time since died here, Mr. Matthew Abbey, in a very advanced age: He had for a great number of years served the College in quality of Bedmaker and Sweeper: Having no child, his wife inherits his whole estate, which he bequeathed to her by his last will and testament, as follows, viz: To my dear wife My joy and life, Being just about to leave her. My tub of soap, A threshing flail, An iron wedge and beetle. Two painted chairs, A large old dripping platter, An old saucepan for butter. A little mug, A two quart jug, A bottle full of brandy, A looking glass To see your face, You'll find it very handy. A musket true, As ever flew, A pound of shot and wallet, My powder horn and bullet. An old sword blade, A hoe, a rake, a ladder, A clyster-pipe and bladder. A greasy hat, In order for your spinning. A small tooth comb, An ashen broom, A candlestick and hatchet, A coverlid, Strip'd down with red, A bag of rags to patch it. A ragged mat, A tub of fat, A book put out by Bunyan, By Robin Cook, A skein or two of spunyarn. An old black muff, A quantity of borage, Some devil's weed, To season well your porridge. A chafing dish, If I am not mistaken, MTo you I fly, ISTRESS Abbey You only can relieve me, For you I burn, Then gentle dame, Before the news Of your dear spouse Had reach'd us at Newhaven, Thus being free, A widower Is fittest for a widow. You may be sure I make this flowing verse on; The glories of your person. For the whole that Was left by Mat. Fortune to me has granted In equal store, I've one thing more No teeth, 'tis true I love those mouths A leaky eye, These woful times is fitting. Adds solemn grace To folks devout at meeting. [A furrowed brow, Tho' scorn'd by focs, "We think this stanza may be an Interpolation. It is fand in the London Magazine; but not in the Gentleman'a Magazine or on the Brundside." JOHN BEVERIDGE JOHN BEVERIDGE, the author of a volume of Latin verses, was a native of Scotland, where he commenced his career as a schoolmaster in Edinburgh. One of his pupils was the blind poet Blacklock, to whom he afterwards addressed some English lines, in which he gives the motives which induced him to attempt poetry, with a Latin translation of his friend's version of the 104th Palm. In 1752 he removed to New England, where he remained five years, and became intimate with Dr. Mayhew and other leading men of that city. In 1758 he was appointed Professor of Languages in the college and academy of Philadelphia. Alexander Graydon, who was one of his pupils, says "he retained the smack of his vernacular tongue in its primitive purity," and has preserved the memory, in his Memoirs, of some schoolboy anecdotes which show that he was a poor disciplinarian. One of the larger boys once pulled off his wig under pretence of brushing off a fly from it, and a still greater liberty was indulged in one afternoon, by suddenly closing the door and windows and pelting the master with dictionaries. "This most intolerable outrage," says Graydon, "had a run of several days, and was only put a stop to by the vigorous interference of the faculty." Beveridge, "diminutive in his stature, and neither young nor vigorous," being unable to administer corporal punishment efficiently, "after exhausting himself in the vain attempt to denude the delinquent, was generally glad to compound for a few strokes over his clothes, on any part that was accessible." Beveridge publi-hed, in 1765, a collection of Latin poems, Epistola Familiares et alia quadam miscellaneat The book is dedicated in Latin to the provincial dignitaries, Penn, Allan, Hamilton, Smith, and Alison. Next follow lines by A. Alexander, "On Mr. Beveridge's Poctical Perforinances"-a few of which we quote. Graydon's Memoirs, 85. Graydon also went to school to another writer of some note in his day, David James Dore. Dove sadly belied his name, his chief reputation being that of a savage satirist. He was born in England, and it is said figures in a book mentioned in Boswell's Johnson, "The Life and Adventures of the Chevalier Taylor." Dove was English teacher in the Philadelphia Academy, but, quarreling with the trustees, took charge of the Germantown Academy on Its organization in 1762. He soon got into a quarrel here also, and started an opposition school in a house which he built on an adjoining lo The enterprise shortly fell through. Dove applied his humor to the management of his school as well as to the composition of his satires. "His birch," says Graydon, was rarely used in canonical method, but was generally stuck into the back part of the collar of the unfortunate culprit, who, with this badge of disgrace towering from his nape like a brooni at the mast-head of a vessel for sale, was coinpelled to take his stand upon the top of the form, for such a period of time as his offence was thought to deserve." Boys who were late in appearing in the morning were waited upon by a deputation of scholars and escorted with bell and lighted lantern through the streets to school. He was once late himself, and submitted with a good grace to the same attentions, which his pupils did not lose an opportunity of bestowing. Dove's satires have passed away with the incidents and perBonages which gave them birth. They appeared in the periodicals of the day. +Epistol Familiares et Alla quædam miscellanea Familiar Epistles, and other Miscellaneous Pieces-wrote originally in Latin verse. By John Beveridge, A.M., Professor of Langua ges in the Academy of Philadelphia. To which are added several translations into English verse, by different Hands & Philadelphia, printed for the Author by William Bradford, 1765, 88 8vo, pages 16 of which are closely printed. Alexander, a fine classical scholar, was appointed a tutor in the college after he was graduated, but, becoming involved in pecuniary embarrassments, quitted the city soon after entering upon his duties-Fisher's Early Poets of Pa If music sweet delight your ravish'd ear, Here you may view a bard of modern time, The epistles are forty-six in number, two of which are in English. The forty-third is addressed, "Ad præcellentiss. Tho. Penn. Pennsylvania Proprietarium, seu (Latine) Dominum." Of the two in English the second is addressed to! Thomas Blacklock, "the celebrated blind poet, who was taught his Latin by the author," as he informs us in a note. The first is so pleasantly written that it will bear quotation in part. ΤΟ Dear Sir, methinks I see you smile, And in a dress unusual; Know then she's fond, in her new cloth, In the enjoyment of your wife, And then a generation Of boys and girls; a hopeful race, May never want your steps pursue, With health and skill to use it. Improve the days that are serene ; Take care lest here you blunder. You can't recall the by-past hours, And storms will happen; when 'tis so, VOL. 1.-9 Tho' sometimes they may make you smart, And know'st how to improve them. The doctor's pills, altho' they're bitter, And may at present raise a spl-r, Yet as they tend the health to better, As We take, but do not love them. Now to your fair I this would say: I mean to save it for yourself, Perchance may sometimes wander. If you your empire would maintain, At ev'ry trifle scorn offence, Shun avʼrice, vanity, and pride; Tho' glitt'ring in the fashions And then forever passes. The graces of your mind display, Than empty phantoms fleeter⚫ With milder rays and sweeter. The translations are thus apologetically introduced: "The Editor begs a little indulgence for them, as they are all (except Dr. Mayhew's and Mr. Morton's,) done by students under age; and if the Critic will only bear with them, till their understandings are mature, I apprehend they are in a fair way of doing better." Several are by Thomas Coombe, A. Alexander, A. B., and TH-, student in philosophy. W J, N. Evans, A. M., and Stephen Watts, contribute one or two each. Mayhew furnishes two, the first of which trips off pleasantly: Dear Thomas, of congenial soul, Of major, minor, figure, mood. Watts published, at an early age, an "Essay on the Advan. tages of a Perpetual Union between Great Britain and her Colonies," which was received with great favor. He after wards removed to Louisiana, where he married a daughter of the Spanish Governor.-Fisher's Early Poets of Pa |