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# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Abbott, Alexander Crever

​ABBOT, Alexander Crever, educator, was born at Baltimore, Md., Feb. 26, 1860; son of Alexander and Elizabeth (Beatty) Abbot. He was educated at Baltimore City college; graduated at the University of Maryland, M.D., in 1884, and was a graduate student at Johns Hopkins university, 1885-87, and at the Universities of Munich and Berlin, 1887-89. He became professor of hygiene and bacteriology, and director of the laboratory of hygiene in the University of Pennsylvania in 1889, and subsequently chief of the laboratory of the board of health of Philadelphia. He was married Aug. 30, 1892, to Georgina Picton Osler of Ontario, Canada. He became a fellow of the College of Physicians of Philadelphia; a member of the Association of American Physicians; American Medical Association; American Philosophical society; American Physiological society, and of the Philadelphia Pathological society. He is the author of: "The Principles of Bacteriology" (1892 and 1899), and "The Hygiene of Transmissible Disease" (1899).
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Abbot, Willis John

​ABBOT, Willis John, journalist, was born in New Haven, Conn., March 16, 1863, son of Waldo and Julia (Holmes) Abbot, and grandson of John S. C. and Jane Williams (Bourne) Abbot. He was graduated at the University of Michigan, LL.B., 1884; engaged in newspaper work on the New Orleans Times Democrat, 1884-85, and on the New York Tribune, 1885-87, and was managing editor and editor-in-chief of the Chicago Times, 1890-93, and editorial writer on the New York Evening Journal, 1896-98. He was chairman of the Henry George campaign committee in New York in 1898; manager of the Democratic National press bureau during the campaign of 1900, and editor of the Pilgrim, a monthly, at Battle Creek, Mich., from 1900. He was married in 1887, to Marie A. Mack of Ann Arbor, Mich. He is the author of: the "Blue Jacket Series" (1886-98); "Battlefield Series" (1891): "Carter Henry Harrison, A Memoir" (1895); "Naval History of the United States" (1896), and "American Merchant Ships and Sailors" (1902).
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Abbott, Charles Conrad

​ABBOTT, Charles Conrad, naturalist, was born at Trenton, N.J., June 4, 1843; son of Timothy and Susan (Conrad) Abbott; grandson of Joseph and Anne (Rickey) Abbott, and a descendant of John and Anne (Mauleverer) Abbott, settlers, from England, in New Jersey, 1684. He was educated at Trenton academy and graduated from the medical department of the University of Pennsylvania in 1865, but never entered into the practice of the profession. In 1872 his attention was called to local archæology and having an inherited taste he began to collect and study the handiwork of the ancient native races of the Delaware river valley, and having made his scientific headquarters at the Peabody museum, Cambridge, Mass., was appointed a non-resident assistant at that institution, which office he held, 1876-89. On his removal in 1874 to the homestead farm of his family near Trenton, N.J., he entered systematically into biological studies which he had previously irregularly pursued. He devoted himself to accumulating what became the "Abbott Collection" of Eastern North American antiquities, numbering more than 20,000 specimens, composed principally of stone implements used by the prehistoric races, now at the Peabody museum and which was the outcome of fifteen years' work. He announced the discovery of Paleolithic man in America in 1876, and his claim was violently opposed by all the geologists in the country, but the view as originally set forth by Mr. Abbott became generally accepted by competent authorities, both in Europe and America. In 1889 he was appointed curator of the museum of American archæology of the University of Pennsylvania. As early as 1859 he contributed brief zoological sketches and then more elaborate essays to periodicals in England and the United States, and other articles purely literary, his magazine work covering more than one hundred titles from 1870 to 1895. He devoted himself wholly to literary work from 1872 and is the author of: "The Stone Age in New Jersey" (1876); "Primitive Industry or Illustrations of the Handwork in Stone, Bone and Clay of the Native Races of the Northern Atlantic Seaboard" (1881); "A Naturalist's Rambles About Home" (1884); "Upland and Meadow" (1886); "Wasteland Wanderings" (1887); "Days Out of Doors" (1889); "Outings at Odd Times" (1890); "Recent Rambles" (1893); "Travels in a Tree Top" (1894); "The Birds About Us" (1895); "A Colonial Wooing" (novel, 1895); "Bird Land Echoes" (1896); "Notes of the Night" (1896); "When the Century Was New" (1896); "The Freedom of the Fields" (1897); "The Hermit of Nottingham " (1897); "Clear Skies and Cloudy" (1898; "In Nature's Realm" (1900).
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Abbott, David

​ABBOTT, David, pioneer, was born at Brookfield, Mass., Dec. 5, 1765. After being educated at Yale college he went to Rome, N.Y., where for several years he practised law. In 1798 he removed to Ohio, where he took up his residence and figured prominently in public affairs as sheriff of Trumbull county, which in those early days comprised the whole of the Western reserve. He was a member of the convention which met to frame the state constitution in 1802; and a member of the state legislature. In that body he served many terms, and was a presidential elector in 1812. He was fond of pioneer life, delighted in the very wildness of the country, was an enthusi​astic sportsman, and especially enjoyed fishing on Lake Erie. In one of these piscatorial excursions Mr. Abbott and a companion were shipwrecked and lost their way in the Canadian wilderness, where for a month they were forced to find their diet in the woods and waters. During his absence Mr. Abbott's funeral services were held, and his wife assumed her widow's weeds. Mr. Abbott was the first white landowner in what became Erie county. He was a man of quaint personality, and eminently suited for the pioneer life which he lived. He died in 1822.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Abbott, Benjamin Vaughan

​ABBOTT, Benjamin Vaughan, lawyer, was born in Boston, Mass., June 4, 1830; the eldest son of Jacob and Harriet (Vaughan) Abbott: grandson of the Rev. Jacob and Betsey (Abbot) Abbott, and of Charles Vaughan of Hallowell, Me., and a descendant of George Abbot of Andover. He was graduated from the University of the city of New York in 1850, and from Harvard law school in 1852. In 1853 he was married to Elizabeth, daughter of John Titcomb. He practised law for a number of years in New York, and after a time devoted himself chiefly to the compilation of law books and digests of the law. In this work he was assisted by his brother, Austin Abbott. Among his many legal works, which are considered of great value by his profession, are "Reports of Decisions of Circuit and District Courts of the United States," in two volumes; a revision of the United States statutes, on which he was engaged for three years, and which he succeeded in condensing from sixteen volumes to a single octavo, his collaborators in this work being Charles P. James and Victor C. Barringer; and a new edition of the "United States Digest," which had grown to a library of unwieldy size. This, in six years, he compressed into the pages of thirteen volumes, and followed it after 1879 with annual supplementary volumes. He also compiled "A Digest of Decisions in Corporations from 1860 to 1870," and "A Treatise on the Courts of the United States and their Practice," 2 vols; "Dictionary of Terms in American and English Jurisprudence," 2 vols.; "National Digest," 4 vols., which embraced all important decisions of the U. S. supreme circuit, district and claims courts; and edited and revised the fourth American edition of "Addison on Contracts." He collected his anonymous contributions to periodicals under the title "Judge and Jury," and issued in 1880 a juvenile in the Chautauqua reading circle series entitled "Travelling Law School and Famous Trials." In 1889 he published "The Patent Laws of All Nations," 2 vols., and edited Brodie's American and English Patent Cases," 3 vols. He died in Brooklyn, N. Y., Feb. 17, 1890.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Abbott, Edward

​ABBOTT, Edward, journalist, was born in Farmington, Me., July 15, 1841, fourth son of Jacob and Harriet (Vaughan) Abbott. He was educated at the university of the city of New York, and was graduated with the class of 1860, being class poet, prophet, marshal, and editor of the Eucleian. He studied theology at Andover, 1861-2, was ordained a Congregational minister, and served as chaplain in the public institutions of Boston, 1863-4. He then founded and became the first pastor of Pilgrim Congregational church (then Stearns chapel) at Cambridge, serving 1865-9, resigning his charge to take the associate editorship of the Congregationalist, in which work he continued from 1869 to 1878, when he accepted the editorial chair of the Literary World, continuing with that periodical until 1903. His religious views underwent a change and he accepted the tenets of the Protestant Episcopal church, was ordained a deacon in 1879, and was advanced to the priesthood in 1880. He became rector of St. James church, Cambridge, and in 1889 was elected by the general convention as bishop to Japan, but declined to serve. He was a member of the Cambridge school committee, chaplain of the Massachusetts state senate 1872-3, member of the board of visitors of Wellesley college 1884, vice-dean of the eastern convocation of Massachusetts, 1889, member of the missionary council of the P. E. church after 1886, and clerical deputy from Massachusetts to the general convention in 1892. He was married (1) Feb. 16, 1865, to Clara E. Davis, and (2) Aug. 21, 1883, to Katharine, daughter of Alfred Kelly. His degrees were conferred by the University of the City of New York, A.B., 1860, and D.D. in 1890. Among his published works are: "The Baby's Things," a story in verse (1871); "Pilgrim Lesson Papers" (1873-74); "The Conversations of Genius" (1875); "A Paragraph History of the United States" (1875); "A Paragraph History of the American Revolution," and "Revolutionary Times" (1876); "Long-Look Books" 3 vols. (1877-80); "Memoir of Jacob Abbott" in "Memorial Edition of Young Christian" (1882); "Phillips Brooks" (1900), besides contributions to American periodicals.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Abbot, Joel (physician)

​ABBOT, Joel, physician, was born in Fairfield, Conn., March 17, 1766. After studying at an academy and at a medical school he began to practise medicine in Washington, Ga., in 1794. There he became prominent in politics and was elected to the legislature in 1809. He held several local offices, and in 1816 was elected to represent Wilkes county in the 15th congress, and was re-elected to the 16th, 17th, and 18th congresses, 1817-25. He died in Washington, Ga., Nov. 19, 1826.
# The Biographical Dictionary of America/Abbott, Austin

​ABBOTT, Austin, lawyer, was born in Boston, Mass., Dec. 18, 1831: son of Jacob and Harriet (Vaughan Abbott). He was educated in Boston and was graduated with honors from the University of the City of New York in 1851, After his admission to the bar he practised as attorney and counsellor-at-law, in partnership with his brother, Benjamin Vaughan Abbott, the firm name becoming, after the subsequent admission of their brother Lyman, "Abbott Brothers." After the dissolution of the firm he continued to practise alone. In 1854 he was married to Ella L. D., daughter of S. K. Gillman, and in 1879 to Anna Rowe Worth. His reputation as an advocate was made known by his able defence of Mr. Beecher in the famous Beecher-Tilton case. He was made an LL.D. by the University of New York in 1886, and in 1891 he became dean of the university law school and professor of equity and jurisprudence, law of evidence and pleading. His publications include: "Legal Remembrances" (1871): "Decisions of New York Court of Appeals," 1850-69 (4 vols., 1873-74); "Official Report of the Trial of Henry Ward Beecher" (2 vols., 1875); "New Cases: Decisions of the Courts, State of New York, 1874-90," with an analytical index to points of law and practice (26 vols., 1877-91); "Brief for the Trial of Civil Issues before a Jury" (1885); "Table of Cases Criticised in the New York Reports" (1887); "Principles and Forms of Practice" (2 vols., 1887-88); "Brief for the Trial of Criminal Cases" (1889); and he assisted in the preparation of "Abbott's New York Digest," and "Abbott's Forms." He also wrote in conjunction with his brothers, Benjamin Vaughan and Lyman, the novels "Cone-Cut Corners," and "Caraby," under the pseudonym "Benauly," a combination of the first syllables of their names. In 1894 he completed a digest of New York statutes and reports of which he had been joint editor with his brother Benjamin Vaughan until 1884, and in 1894 he also published "New Cases," selected chiefly from decisions of the courts of the state of New York. He was a member of the New York bar association, the Union league club, a founder of the of Y. M. C. A. of New York city, and a deacon of the Broadway (N.Y.) Tabernacle. He died in New York city, April 19, 1896.
# The "Bab" Ballads/Tempora Mutantur

TEMPORA MUTANTUR.
LETTERS, letters, letters, letters,
 Some that please and some that bore,
Some that threaten prison fetters
(Metaphorically, fetters,
Such as bind insolvent debtors)—
Invitations by the score.
One from Cogson, Wiles, and Railer,
My attorneys, off the Strand,
One from Copperblock, my tailor—
My unreasonable tailor—
One in Flagg's disgusting hand.
One from Ephraim and Moses,
Wanting coin without a doubt,
I should like to pull their noses—
Their uncompromising noses;
One from Alice with the roses,
Ah, I know what that's about!
Time was when I waited, waited,
For the missives that she wrote.
Humble postmen execrated—
Loudly, deeply execrated—
When I heard I wasn't fated
To be gladdened with a note.
Time was when I'd not have bartered
Of her little pen a dip
For a peerage duly gartered—
For a peerage starred and gartered—
With a palace-office chartered—
Or a Secretaryship!
But the time for that is over,
And I wish we'd never met.
I'm afraid I've proved a rover—
I'm afraid a heartless rover—
Quarters in a place like Dover
Tend to make a man forget.
Now I can accord precedence
To my tailor, for I do
Want to know if he gives credence—
An unwarrantable credence—
To my proffered I O U!
Bills for carriages and horses,
Bills for wine and light cigar,
Matters that concern the Forces—
News that may affect the Forces— News affecting my resources,
Now unquestioned take the pas.
And the tiny little paper,
With the words that seem to run
From her little fingers taper
(They are very small and taper),
By the tailor and the draper
Are in interest outdone!
And unopened it's remaining!
I can read her gentle hope— Her entreaties, uncomplaining
(She was always uncomplaining)— Her devotion never waning— Through the little envelope!
# The "Bab" Ballads/The Bishop of Rum-ti-Foo

THE BISHOP OF RUM-TI-FOO.
FROM east and south the holy clan
 Of bishops gathered, to a man;
To Synod, called Pan-Anglican;
In flocking crowds they came.
Among them was a Bishop, who
Had lately been appointed to
The balmy isle of Rum-ti-Foo,
And Peter was his name.
His people—twenty-three in sum—
They played the eloquent tum-tum
And lived on scalps served up in rum— The only sauce they knew.
When first good Bishop Peter came
(For Peter was that Bishop's name),
To humour them, he did the same
As they of Rum-ti-Foo.
His flock, I've often heard him tell,
(His name was Peter) loved him well,
And summoned by the sound of bell,
In crowds together came.
"Oh, massa, why you go away?
Oh, Massa Peter, please to stay."
(They called him Peter, people say, Because it was his name.)
He told them all good boys to be,
And sailed away across the sea,
At London Bridge that Bishop he
Arrived one Tuesday night—
And as that night he homeward strode
To his Pan-Anglican abode,
He passed along the Borough Road
And saw a gruesome sight.
He saw a crowd assembled round
A person dancing on the ground,
Who straight began to leap and bound
With all his might and main.
To see that dancing man he stopped,
Who twirled and wriggled, skipped and hopped
Then down incontinently dropped,
And then sprang up again.
The Bishop chuckled at the sight,
"This style of dancing would delight
A simple Rum-ti-Foozle-ite.
I'll learn it, if I can,
To please the tribe when I get back."
He begged the man to teach his knack.
"Right Reverend Sir, in half a crack,"
Replied that dancing man.
The dancing man he worked away
And taught the Bishop every day—
The dancer skipped like any fay—
Good Peter did the same.
The Bishop buckled to his task
With battements, cuts, and pas de basque (I'll tell you, if you care to ask,
That Peter was his name.)
"Come, walk like this," the dancer said,
"Stick out your toes—stick in your head,
Stalk on with quick, galvanic tread—
Your fingers thus extend;
The attitude's considered quaint."
The weary Bishop, feeling faint,
Replied, "I do not say it ain't,
But 'Time!' my Christian friend!"
"We now proceed to something new—
Dance as the Paynes and Lauris do,
Like this—one, two—one, two—one, two."
The Bishop, never proud,
But in an overwhelming heat
(His name was Peter, I repeat)
Performed the Payne and Lauri feat,
And puffed his thanks aloud.
Another game the dancer planned—
"Just take your ankle in your hand,
And try, my lord, if you can stand—
Your body stiff and stark.
If, when revisiting your see,
You learnt to hop on shore—like me—
The novelty would striking be,
And must attract remark."
"No," said the worthy Bishop, "No;
That is a length to which, I trow,
Colonial Bishops cannot go.
You may express surprise
At finding Bishops deal in pride—
But, if that trick I ever tried,
I should appear undignified
In Rum-ti-Foozle's eyes.
"The islanders of Rum-ti-Foo
Are well-conducted persons, who
Approve a joke as much as you,
And laugh at it as such;
But if they saw their Bishop land,
His leg supported in his hand,
The joke they wouldn't understand—
'Twould pain them very much!"
# The "Bab" Ballads/Only a Dancing Girl

ONLY A DANCING GIRL.
ONLY a dancing girl,
With an unromantic style, With borrowed colour and curl,
With fixed mechanical smile,
With many a hackneyed wile,
With ungrammatical lips,
And corns that mar her trips!
Hung from the "flies" in air,
She acts a palpable lie,
She's as little a fairy there
As unpoetical I!
I hear you asking, Why—
Why in the world I sing
This tawdry, tinselled thing?
No airy fairy she,
As she hangs in arsenic green,
From a highly impossible tree,
In a highly impossible scene
(Herself not over clean).
For fays don't suffer, I'm told,
From bunions, coughs, or cold.
And stately dames that bring
Their daughters there to see,
Pronounce the "dancing thing"
No better than she should be.
With her skirt at her shameful knee,
And her painted, tainted phiz:
Ah, matron, which of us is?   (And, in sooth, it oft occurs
That while these matrons sigh,
Their dresses are lower than hers,
And sometimes half as high;
And their hair is hair they buy,
And they use their glasses, too,
In a way she'd blush to do.)
But change her gold and green
For a coarse merino gown, And see her upon the scene
Of her home, when coaxing down
Her drunken father's frown,
In his squalid cheerless den:
She's a fairy truly, then!
# The "Bab" Ballads/Peter the Wag

PETER THE WAG.
POLICEMAN PETER FORTH I drag
From his obscure retreat:
He was a merry, genial wag,
Who loved a mad conceit.
If he were asked the time of day
By country bumpkins green,
He not unfrequently would say
"A Quarter past thirteen."
If ever you, by word of mouth,
Enquired of Mister Forth
The way to somewhere in the South
He always sent you North.
With little boys his beat along
He loved to stop and play;
He loved to send old ladies wrong,
And teach their feet to stray.
He would in frolic moments, when
Such mischief bent upon, Take Bishops up as betting men—
Bid Ministers move on.
Then all the worthy boys he knew
He regularly licked,
And always collared people who
Had had their pockets picked.
He was not naturally bad,
Or viciously inclined,
But from his early youth he had
A waggish turn of mind.
The Men of London grimly scowled
With indignation wild;
The Men of London gruffly growled,
But Peter calmly smiled.
Against this minion of this Crown
The swelling murmurs grew—
From Camberwell to Kentish Town—
From Rotherhithe to Kew.
Still humoured he his wagsome turn,
And fed in various ways
The coward rage that dared to burn
But did not dare to blaze.
Still, Retribution has her day
Although her flight is slow,
One day that Crusher lost his way Near Poland Street, Soho.
The haughty boy, too proud to ask,
To find his way resolved, And in the tangle of his task Got more and more involved.
The Men of London, overjoyed,
Came there to jeer their foe—
And flocking crowds completely cloyed
The mazes of Soho.
The news, on telegraphic wires,
Sped swiftly o'er the lea,
Excursion trains from distant shires
Brought myriads to see.
For weeks he trod his self-made beats
Through Newport- Gerrard- Bear-
Greek- Rupert- Frith- Dean- Poland-streets
And into Golden-square.
But all, alas, in vain, for when
He tried to learn the way
Of little boys or grown-up men
They none of them would say.
Their eyes would flash—their teeth would grind—
Their lips would tightly curl—
They'd say, "Thy way thyself must find,
Thou misdirecting churl!" And, similarly, also, when
He tried a foreign friend;
Italians answered, "Il balen"—
The French, "No comprehend."
The Russ would say with gleaming eye
"Sevastopol!" and groan.
The Greek said, "Τυπτω, τυπτομαι,
Τυπτω, τυπτειν, τυπτων." To wander thus for many a year
That Crusher never ceased—
The Men of London dropped a tear,
Their anger was appeased.
At length exploring gangs were sent
To find poor Forth's remains—
A handsome grant by Parliament
Was voted for their pains.
To seek the poor policeman out
Bold spirits volunteered,
And when they swore they'd solve the doubt
The Men of London cheered.
And in a yard, dark, dank, and drear,
They found him, on the floor—
It leads, from Richmond Buildings—near
The Royalty stage-door.
With brandy cold and brandy hot
They plied him starved and wet, And made him sergeant on the spot—
The Men of London's pet!
# The "Bab" Ballads/Sir Guy the Crusader

SIR GUY THE CRUSADER.
SIR GUY was a doughty crusader,
A muscular knight,
Ever ready to fight,
A very determined invader,
And Dickey de Lion's delight.
Lenore was a Saracen maiden,
Brunette, statuesque,
The reverse of grotesque,
Her pa was a bagman at Aden,
Her mother she played in burlesque.
A coryphée pretty and loyal,
In amber and red.
The ballet she led;
Her mother performed at the Royal,
Lenore at the Saracen's Head.
Of face and of figure majestic,
She dazzled the cits—
Ecstaticized pits;—
Her troubles were only domestic,
But drove her half out of her wits.
Her father incessantly lashed her,
On water and bread
She was grudgingly fed;
Whenever her father he thrashed her
Her mother sat down on her head.
Guy saw her, and loved her, with reason,
For beauty so bright,
Sent him mad with delight,
He purchased a stall for the season
And sat in it every night.
His views were exceedingly proper,
He wanted to wed, So he called at her shed
And saw her progenitor whop her—
Her mother sit down on her head.
"So pretty," said he, "and so trusting!
You brute of a dad,
You unprincipled cad, Your conduct is really disgusting.
Come, come, now, admit it's too bad!
"You're a turbaned old Turk, and malignant— Your daughter Lenore I intensely adore
And I cannot help feeling indignant,
A fact that I hinted before.
"To see a fond father employing
A deuce of a knout
For to bang her about,
To a sensitive lover's annoying."
Said the bagman, "Crusader, get out."
Says Guy, "Shall a warrior laden
With a big spiky knob,
Stand idly and sob,
While a beautiful Saracen maiden
Is whipped by a Saracen snob?
"To London I'll go from my charmer."
Which he did, with his loot
(Seven hats and a flute), And was nabbed for his Sydenham armour
At Mr. Ben-Samuel's suit.
Sir Guy he was lodged in the Compter,
Her pa, in a rage,
Died (don't know his age),
His daughter, she married the prompter,
Grew bulky and quitted the stage.