Evening star., 1901-09-07
Old Time Folks and Things Drawn
From the Past.
MISS NANCY CARROLL'S SCHOOL
The Snow Mob and Washington's
First Ladies Tailor.
THE NoURsEs AND TREES

of Washington, Maryland or the District of
| Columbia could be written without refer
ence to the Carrolls-the CAROLS of Car
rollton and others of that famous family.
Two of it's scions I knew long, well and af-
| fectionately. They were not the distinguished
bishop or archbishop, who, in these days,
would have been a cardinal, nor was 1t
Daniel Carroll of Duddington. They were
Miss Nancy Carroll of THE Cottage"
Montgomery county, Nd, eight or nine
miles north of the city, on the Beltsville
| road, and her only brother, DR.. Carroll,
gentleman who practiced only general and
charitable guerrilla warfare against disease.
Miss Nancy was delightful and lovable
spinster of sixty or sixty-fve years, spright-
ly and vigorous as hickory limb. The
doctor was few years older. How Charles
Dickens would have liked to know
her, and how he could have written her
up. The old lady who was everlastingly
chasing "donkeys' out Of her little front
garden in one of Dickens novels often re-
minds me of dear Miss Nancy.
The doctor was an exceedingly quiet and
silent man, who had chosen his quarters in
| the rear of the farm house and become
voluntary recluse. He was never in evil
dence unless specially demanded Miss
Nancy was thin, light the thistledown,
and just as buoyant and unrestful. Her
1ron-gray hair was cOmbed back from her
rather pallid face and forehead and gath
cred In tight-pinned knot on top behind.
Her voice was ever low and pleasing.
Her School and It's Teacher.
She owned the house and farm, of maybe
an hundred acres or SO, we'll cultivated,
where she opened a select boarding school
for the sons of tho neis,nboring gentry,
which was patronized by about thirty
scholars or so, from ten years old up to
sixteen or eighteen. There Were girls, too,
sisters of the boys, about five or six Of
them, who were day scholars only. The
Copeland JOneses, the Crawford Rosses, the
Brents of Brentwoods, the Ben. Ogle Tay-
loes. Frances of Washington, Motley
4oungs and others were pupils I was
also scholar when Zen years old. DR..
Harding, In his youth Il red-haireG prac-
titioner of medicine - Of say, thirty
years of age-gave all us boys our doses of
"brimstone and treaclc, and carefully at
tended to our health. The dear doctor died
a few years ago only, burdened with years,
universally honored and greatly missed and
mourned by the entire countryside
Miss Nancy imported a Yankee from the
nutmeg state, who was our Gradgrind, AMI
1nstllled into us a number of awful hard
facts the hardest of which was a long,
1.-THE hickory stick, which he used in un-
merciful f1agellation Those were the days
when they believed in fogging in the navy
and everywhere else-at home and abroad.
We boys-and there are only two or three
of us left nOw-will never forget the clarion
twang of Shattucks voice as he yelled
through his nose into the woods from
the back veranda of the Cottage Academy
You boys. do you hear me? Come home
instantly! The bell has rung; If you don't.
every one of you, come in at once l will
fog you within an inch Of your lifer' And
Shattuck kept his word in that regard.
Different With the Girls.
Yet that fellow was as obseauious to
Miss Nancy and the two doctors as he was
tyraDOical his rta ar6p IIa
quite convinced them that his bark was
worse than his bite, but we, who had had
the bark peeled off hides too often in
the school room, knew about the bite. l
used to watch him when he was round
among the pretty young ladies of the
county on various church festival occa-
siOns He was then as "Sweet as New
Orleans molasses,' and smiling as basket
of chips, and not one of them believed that
butter would melt in dear Mr.. Shattuck's
big mouth
"Old Black Charley was Miss Nancy's
farmer, driver and factotunl. He was a
good darkey to us boys. and often handed
us out big, rosy apples from Miss Nancy's
orchard store, buried in a winter cache un-
Gerground. Miss Nancy's modest equpage
a sort of dusty, rusty old coupe, drawn by
one horse. driven by Charley, whenever she
went to Washington, had no ether arms or
emblazonments on the panels than mod
est silver capital letter &C.. Only the
other day I read in The Star that Tom No
Ian Of Montgomery county had departed
this life, leaving his sister Mary, his only
surviving relative, sole heiress to all his
farms, etc. 1t seems she never married
nor did he. They were both my friends and
pupils with me at Miss Nancy Carrolrs.
Familiar Names.
When, a boy, 1 left Shattuck's, was en-
tered at the Rittenhouse Academy, Indiana
avenue between Sd and AZ streets north
west. Rev. Chas. H. and Rev. JOS E.
Nourse subsequently a professor of the
naval observatory conducted the very Sc
lect institution. Charley Nourse was beau
tiful, but Joe was the beast" All the
Negotiations were referred to him; that was
his department., and it seemed to suit him
Among our boys at "Rittenhouse" were
Tucker Blake: son Of DR.. Blake. and the
two sons OF &c. c. Grammar" Both sons
of the latter are living, and each is a min
lister of the Gospel and eminent in his call
Ing. The pater was rich-oh, rich as cream
favorite boast of the simple old Dutch
man was just as proverbial as Jimmy
Mahers born Widout a Shirt
He had two nice, tall. brunette daughters.
elegant and accomplished, and, of course,
northwest, presented many attractions.
Every old citizen of Washington has heard
old Mr.: Grammar exclaim:
Fools puilds houses and G. C. Grammar
puys 'em!"
And he did, and probably owned more
| real estate at the time of his death than
Corcoran, Todd, or VIM. B. Kibbey. julius
Grammar was my particular chum, and l
hear he has a big, fashionable church and
congregation in Baltimore.
MaHtt, the Evangelist.
My dear mother was a devout and de-
| voted Methodist, her parents and all her
folks were famous ones for piety and good
| ness. used to be sent to Wesley Chapel to
Sunday school, morning service, prayer
| meetings, love feasts, class meeting after
noon service and night sermons. At Wes-
| ley Chapel first met the pastor the Rev.
| George G. Cookman who perished at sea,
| with all on board with the ill-fated ocean
| steamer The President. After Mr.. Cook
| mans disappearance came to Wesley Chapel
| sometime after the little Dublin tailor
| evangelist, John Newland Maffitt. What
sensation the fellow made.
Hours on hours before the doors were
| opened thousands of people, men and wo-
| men, crowded all the streets and spaces
| about Wesley Chapel to see and hear this
| little fellow. One night he couldn't reach
the pulpit at all on account of the jam.
| They obtained ladder and he climbed in
at the west window from the alley, and
| stood up on a pile Of books in order to be
| seen. and thus addressed the thousands
| stretching their necks to hear him. His
unin MA lin Of1ry ~