Life of Rev. Joseph Emerson: pastor of the Third Congregational church in Beverly, Ms., and subsequently principal of a female seminary

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Crocker and Brewster; New York, Leavitt, Lord & Co., 1834 - Congregational churches - 454 pages
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Joseph Emerson attended Harvard College and taught in Framingham, Mass., until his call in 1803 to the pulpit in Beverly. In 1816, he resigned this position because of ill health, and subsequently taught and/or served churches in Byfield and Saugus, Mass., and Wethersfield, Conn. He took two long visits to Charleston, S.C. This biography, by his brother, concludes with a genealogical survey of the Emerson family.

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