The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1884-10-10

the stern arbitrament of war. Here Anna
E. Dickinson, then in her teens, delivered
one of her earliest lectures, plea fol
woman. We recollect her petite figure
earnest, youthful face, and short, curling
hair, as she stood on the old platform, "a
young girl pleading for other young girls, y
as she herself expressed it.
Here, too we listened one night to the
first and last public speech we ever heard
from the lips of Judge Clawson, the oeca-
sion being the presentation of Union flag
made by the ladies of Woodstown, to a
man suspected of secession proclivities, with
the instructions to fly it III front Of his pre-
misses, or abide the consequences. 1t was
received and clown accordingly The
old speakers desk and the benches then
used in the hall, are now in McAllister' S
Hall
The upper story of the building was the
public school room of the district There
Edward II. Bullock taught the ''down-
towners'' the rudiments Hewas somewhat
stern, but popular with the scholars. He
could, on occasion, unbend his dignity, and
mingle with the boys in their sports; and
we recollect him ON one occasion entering
against the field for foot race to the other
end of the play ground, in which he came
out victor. But woe betide the youth who
presumed ON this unbending, to keepup the
playful spirit i'll the school room. He
would speedily be seen making close scru-
tiny of a nail head in the floor, while that
part of his person left most prominent
would receive wholesome warming at the
hands of the master. One afternoon Mr..
Bullock detected scholar in the act of eat
ing an apple in school hours Sending out
for half-pcck of apples, he made the Of
fender take a seat on top of the stove with
his fruit beside him, and put in the time
eating apples for the remainder of the ses-
sion.
Next the school. where Frank Mount now
carries on baking, lived an old lady who
kept supply of confectionery for the delec-
tation of the school children: and in the old
red house below lived E. VI. Wright, now
of Sea Isle City. The Baptist church, sur
mounted by the old clock tower, and the
buildings between it and the NJ. E. church
were then as now, except the residence of
Charles Scott, which was not then built.
Israel Applegate, carpenter by trade, oc-
cupied the house next the church, and Rev
~. Hanley. then serving his pastorate here,
lived in the house now occupied by Samuel
Smith. Rev. Mr. Cornwall was pastor of
the Baptist church, and boarded with the
family of Smith Dare, ON Salem street.
On Green street there were two houses.
The one occupied by Elma Fogg was then
the home of Richard p Edwards, who had
the tailor shop next Allen & Loudenslager's
hardware store. The other house was
where Caleb Reeves now lives. Its tenant
we do not remember The house owned
by John II. Edwards was part of the old
Farmers and Drovers Hotel, and was mov-
t. ei+.. .,aI
Adjoining r. P. Edwards house stood a
large frame building intended, but never
used. for a sash factory. This now is one
of the barns on the farm of VIM c. Davis,
on the Eldridges Hill turnpike, having been
purchased and moved there by Jonathan
d. Smith, who at that time owned the
place and was building the large new farm
house thereon.
The Presbyterian cemetery was not laid
out until 1866.
Rev. J. j. Hanley was at that time the
young and popular preacher in charge at
the VI. E. Church For a very short time
however, as his health broke down. and in
a year or two he died and was laid to rest
in front of the church where his life labor
was closed. 4 neat monument marks the
spot. The NJ L. Sunday School whittier
the writer sister early directed his steps
as we afterward learned with an eye single
to the rewards at that time offered to the
scholars who succeeded in bringing in new
recruits-was then under the superintend-
ing care of Richard f. Turner. Here un-
der the leadership of Isaac Conover we
used to join in the inspiring chorus
"Hallelujah! Halelujah.
We're a happy little band, hallelujah,"
And sing how when the morning light
drove away the night, with the sun SO bright
and full, and it drew its line near the hour of
nine we'd away TO Sabbath school. Never
was a superintendent more appreciated by
the school than Mr. Turner, and never was
there one more earnest in his efforts to lead
the young in his care i'll the right path.
Years afterward sitting quietly in front of
his residence one pleasant autumn morn
ing the death angel smote him suddenly,
and he went from works to rewards. Many
others of the familiar faces of the church
and sunday school are gone.
Continued next week.