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History of Shipbuilding on North River, Plymouth County, Massachusetts: With ...
L. Vernon Briggs
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afterward aged Alden Briggs April Barstow Bedford Benjamin Betsey born Boston Brick-kiln Bridge brig brig't'n Briggs Yard Brook built in Scituate built the sch Capt Charles Clapp Cudworth Curtis Cushing Daniel Briggs David Delano descendants died Duxbury Edward Elijah Barstow Elisha feet Foster GENEALOGY George Hannah Hanover Hatch Henry Henry Briggs Ichabod Thomas Indian Head River Isaac James John Joseph Joseph Kent Joshua July Kent land last vessel launched lived Luther Briggs March married Marshfield Mary master carpenter Michael Ford mill Nantucket Nathaniel North River old oaken bucket Otis owners Pembroke Plymouth probably Provincetown resides Rogers sailed Samuel Samuel Lillie Sarah schooner Scituate Harbor Sept Seth ship shipbuilding sloop Smith sold Stetson Sylvester Tilden tons Torrey town VESSELS BUILT Vinal voyage Walter Briggs Wanton Waterman whaling White's Ferry wife William
Page 72 - Son of man, I have made thee a watchman unto the house of Israel : therefore hear the word at my mouth, and give them warning from me. When I say unto the wicked, Thou shalt surely die ; and thou givest him not warning, nor speakest to warn the wicked from his wicked way, to save his life ; the same wicked man shall die in his iniquity ; but his blood will I require at thine hand.
Page 44 - That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure ; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure — The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing ! And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell: Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well : The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well.
Page 44 - How sweet from the green, mossy brim to receive it, As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips ! Not a full, blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, The brightest that beauty or revelry sips.
Page 44 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well. That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure ; For often at noon when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.
Page 44 - THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET. How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the...
Page 122 - England with what he had now given him, to suck of the Abundance of the Seas, and of the Treasures hid in the Sands...
Page 43 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view; The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew.
Page 330 - Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn...
Page 150 - It may argue a want of respect to that august body not to wait that decision. But at all events, I shall flatter myself, that these reasons, with others which your own good judgment will suggest, will strengthen your mind against those impressions which are incident to humanity, and laudable to a certain degree, and that the result will be your resolution to assist your country and friends in this day of distress.