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dignity, but it was yet destined to connect its the new charter, and well known to literary fame by name with the most illustrious events of the war his books of European observation, delivered an adof 1812. The father of Commodore Decatur dress, remarkable among such performances for its was a native of Newport; but Oliver Hazard clearness of narration and power of presentation, Perry_descendant in the sixth degree of Thom- which comprises by far the best account of the batas Hazard, one of the earliest settlers of the island, tle. On that day six survivors of the 10th of Sepand whose name has long been honorably borne tember, 1813, were present in the church, and the by one of the most distinguished families in the orator's allusion to them thrilled the assembly to State—was born in Newport in 1785. He en- enthusiasm, and the occasion well deserves mentered the navy in 1798, and served in the expe- tion even in these slight annals of Newport. dition against Tripoli. In 1812, the United States " These our fellow-citizens, who now modestly declared war against England; and on the 6th face this assemblage, the objects of its deep inof December of that year, Captain Stephen Deca- terest and sympathy, it is by the watch just fortur, commanding the United States, brought into ty years to an hour, since, each one at his post, the harbor of Newport the British frigate Mace- doing there his brave duty, they faced on Lake donian. During the winter a fleet of gun-boats Erie the cannon of the enemy. For us, it will was stationed at Newport, commanded by Perry. be for the rest of our lives a grateful rememBut he wished ardently to engage the enemy brance, that, preferred before all others, we have directly, and applied for and obtained the com- | been permitted here to behold these brave men ; mand upon Lake Erie. “The work Captain Perry had to do was, first, to create a fleet, and then with that fleet to beat the British fleet—work enough for a young man of twentyseven.” On the morning of the 10th of September, 1813, he sailed from the harbor of the little town of Erie, with nine vessels and fiftyfour guns, to meet the English force of six vessels and sixty-three guns. That day and the dispatch of Perry—“We have met the enemy, and they are ours” — are known with pride by every school-boy now. On the 10th of September, 1853, the citizens of Newport celebrated the fortieth anniversary of that great and decisive battle. George H. Cal. vert, the first mayor of the city under
COMMODORE PERRY'S HOUSE.
and for ourselves, and for all the twenty-five mil- | Longfellow has founded his heroic ballad of the lions of our countrymen, for whom they fought that same name. strong fight, to greet them, and to thank them." The Viking escapes with his mistress from her
Commodore Perry, after the battle of Lake Erie, forbidding father and the Norsemen : bought the “Perry House," upon the Parade, in
" Three weeks we westward bore, Newport. He died August 23d, 1819, of yellow
And, when the storm was o'er, fever, on board the United States schooner Non
Cloud-like we saw the shore, such, at Trinidad, aged thirty-four years. His
Stretching to leeward;
There, for my lady's bower, body was brought to Newport, in the sloop of war
Built I the lofty tower, Lexington, in November, 1826, and on the 4th of
Which, to this very hour, December was honorably interred. All the New
Stands, looking seaward." porters did their duty manfully through the war; The old mill is about seventy-five feet above and the conduct of one among them, at the battle the high-water level in the harbor, and about a of Lake Erie, showed with what spirit England hundred and twenty rods from the shore. The was hopelessly contending. The mate of the earliest settlers make no mention of it, and this Lawrence, just as the ships were going into is quite sufficient proof of its erection since that action, said to one of the sick— Wilson Mays, of period, as the original settlement of the town was Newport
very near the site of the building, and so remark“Go below, Mays ; you are too weak to be able an object would not have escaped mention here."
| by some of the profuse diarists of the times. In “I can do something, sir.” “What can you 1663, Peter Easton, one of the first settlers, says do?” “I can sound the pump, sir, and let a in bis Journal, that the first wind-mill was built strong man go to the guns." "He sat down by during that year; and, in 1675, it was blown the pump and sent the strong man to the guns ; down by a heavy gale. This fact would induce and when the fight was ended, there he was its reconstruction in a more solid manner. In found with a ball through his heart." Perry 1653, Benedict Arnold, who was of a different was handsome and graceful. He had a noble family from that of the traitor, came to Newport frankness of character, and was the type of a from Providence, where he had had difficulties naval hero.
with Roger Williams and with the Indians. He In 1808, coal was discovered upon the island, settled in Newport, and was presently made Govand a lawyer in New York having examined ernor. He built a house upon a lot of sixteen some specimens, was solicited for his opinion. acres, just in the rear of the present site of the " At the general conflagration of the universe," Rhode Island Union Bank upon Thames Street, he replied, “the most secure place to be found the eastern part of which includes the mill. would be the coal mine at Portsmouth, Rhode Governor Arnold died in 1678, aged sixty-three Island." The vein was never extensively worked years. His will is dated 20th December, 1677, after that opinion.
and speaks of the lot upon which stands “my We speak of the old days of Newport, and of stone-built wind-mill.” It would be very natural its vanished glories. But there remains one that Arnold, who was not in favor with the Inmonument which interests the poet, the antiqua- dians, would be quite willing to erect a building rian, the traveler, the controversialist, the divine; which not only should look like a fort, but might of which sweet songs have been şung, wild actually serve as one, and especially as the windtheories spun, and happy hoaxes invented. It is mill had just been blown down, he would wish the “stern round tower of other days,” the New- to build securely. port ruin, the old mill. It stands upon a lot be- Mr. Joseph Mumford stated, in 1834, when he tween Mill and Pelham streets, opposite the was eighty years old, that his father was born in front of the Atlantic House. It tells no story 1699, and always spoke of the building as a itself, but it is suggestive of romantic legend, powder-mill, and he himself remembered that in although there can be little doubt that it is only his boyhood, say in 1760, it was used as a hayan old mill. A pamphlet published two or three mow. John Langley, another octogenarian, reyears since in Newport, and understood to be membered hearing his father say, that when he written by Rev. Charles T. Brooks, the accom- was a boy, which must have been early in the plished and genial scholar, the graceful poet, and eighteenth century, he carried corn to the mill pastor of the church at whose dedication Dr. to be ground. Edward Pelham, who married Channing paid his interesting and beautiful trib- Arnold's granddaughter, in his will, dated in ute of remembrance to the island, contains the 1740, calls it "an old stone wind-mill." most lucid and comprehensive account of the This is the direct historical testimony. The structure. The society of Danish Antiquaries at evidence from the material, form, and quality of Copenhagen had, upon the reception of some im- lime, &c., is equally satisfactory. It was built of perfect drawings, hastily decided that it was stone, because there were no saw-mills then upon probably built in the twelfth century by the the island to make boards, and because the mateNorthmen who coasted along the New England rial was ample and accessible. The shells, sand, shore, and called the country Vinland, from the and gravel for lime were equally convenient to abundance of grapes. It is upon this romantic use. In the year 1848, some mortar from an old hint, and the discovery of “a skeleton in armor” stone-house in Spring Street, built by Henry Bull at Fall River, upon the main near Newport, that in 1639, from the tomb of Governor Benedict
Arnold, and from various other old buildings, was Its framework all fell ere a century waned, compared with the mortar of the old mill, and
And only the shaft and the millstones remained.
It was built all of wood, found to be identical in quality and character.
And bravely had stood, The form is that of English mills at the period, Sound-hearted and merry, as long as it could ; with which the builders would be most familiar.
And the hardy old men
Determined that then In the Penny Magazine for November, 1836,
or firm, solid stone they would build it again, there is a picture of a mill in Warwickshire,
With a causeway and draw, designed by Inigo Jones, who died in 1652, of
Because they foresaw which the form is quite the same. Old sea It would make a good fort in some hard Indian war." captains and travelers testify to having seen The story of Newport is so sweet in the telling, hundreds of similar wind-mills all over the north that, like Scheherazade beguiling the night, the of Europe.
| chronicler would willingly while away the sum
mer with his tale. But these annals must end. We have spoken of Newport as a gone glory-an ornament of the Past. But its present career is not less memorable in our contemporary social history. While the old town dozes on unchanged, more surprised, perhaps, than delighted, at the brilliant bustle which rattles through its streets for a brief summer season, a new town is rapidly arising upon the hill. A spacious and beautiful avenue has pierced the solitary fields along the ocean, so long given up to haystacks, lovers, and fishermen, and clusters of handsome houses now flash a welcome to the home-bound mariner still far out at sea ; and swarms of equipages and gay groups of youth, beauty, and fashion, announce that the fine society which stepped stately, in brocades and periwigs, has only yielded place to another time and its children, not less beautiful
nor less worthy of the spot. The secret OLD STONE MILL.
of its old success, as a centre of pleasant
society from all parts of the country, is Vague romance totters under these direct blows equally that of its present prosperity. The deliof fact.
cious climate, the advantages of sporting, and “Alas! the antiquarian's dream is o'er
bathing, and social relaxation, which brought the Thou art an old stone wind-mill, nothing more!" | people of a century since to Newport, and held sings Mr. Brooks in his poem of " Aquidneck." them there, now draw their descendants. For But the old ruin does not lose its interest. It is many years, from 1815 to 1840, it was the resort of a permanent link with the earliest historical days quiet Southern families, some of whom had sumof the island. It belongs still to as much romance mer-houses upon the island; and “Uncle Tom as the poet can bring to it. No one has more Townsend's," known simply as “ Townsend's," fully proved it than the author of an admirable and Miss Dillon's, upon the Parade, and Potter's antiquarian hoax upon the building, in a series old Bellevue, upon the site of the present large of letters professing to come from “ Antiquarian,” | hotel, were quite enough for the other travelers, for dating from Brown University, in 1847. He in the lawyers upon the circuit, and for the members troduces the Danish theory, supported by reports of the Legislature. Newport did not readily yield of fabulous investigations by fictitious characters, to its greater rival, Providence, sitting regally at which did not fail of provoking caustic corre- the head of Narragansett Bay, leaning either arm spondence, and finally achieving its triumph by upon two tributary rivers. A young Newporter, eliciting a solemn denial, from Professor Rafn, of thirty years ago, bred in the aristocratic traditions the Royal Society of Northern Antiquaries at of the town, found, to his great contempt, that he Copenhagen, of the existence of such characters could easily lift the chairs in Providence parlors, as Bishop Oelrischer, Professors Scrobein, Graetz, but in the ancestral rooms of old Newport were &c. Its true history, also, has been hinted in only colossal ancestral chairs, no more to be song by the laureate of Old Grimes, a Rhode handed about by polite gentlemen than carven Island poet, scholar, and gentleman,* whose mu thrones. Newport disdained Providence as the sical verses sum up the whole matter. It is the Faubourg St. Germain scorned Louis Philippe Song of the Wind-mill Spirits :
and his modern dynasty. In its decay, when its “How gayly that morning we danced on the hill,
population had fallen to some 6000, and its rival When we saw the old Pilgrims were building a mill. numbered nearly 30,000, Newport still divided .:.:.:.:.:.:
with Providence metropolitan honors, and sent * Albert G. Greene, of Providence. | six representatives to the Legislature, while Prov
idence sent only four. Even the present chron- | memory of Norton, their worthy companion. And icler can recall
as the patriotic pilgrim watches from the Point "Eheu, eheu! Posthume! Posthume !" the waters on which British power was first humfine old Newport figures, gentlemen and scholars, bled by American freedom, and returns, pensive, worthy to call Hunter, Hazard, Randolph, King, through the streets that Washington walked, and Ellery, and others, ancestors.
by the house of Perry, he will be glad that our From about the year 1840, and the erection of heroes shall not die unsung, and remember Banthe “ Ocean House" and the “ Atlantic House,” | croft, our great historian. may be dated the renaissance of Newport. There Newport is pre-eminently our Watering-place, is an immortal excellence in the air and the island nor is there any in the world superior in variety which will not suffer it to fall into forgetfulness of charm. In Europe, the great German Baths or complete decay. It will not cease to call its are only other names for gaming-houses; the roll of famous names. If its traditions love to Italian resorts are lovely; Lucca and Castellaremember Berkeley and Stiles and Channing mare, of which Willis gossips airily, are delightwalking along its shores and fields, so will its ful. But the Baths of Lucca are shut in by mountfuture annalists associate with its history the ains, and Castellamare, although upon the Bay
of Naples, is oppressed by Monte San Angelo, and wants the breadth and variety of Newport. In France and England the summer resorts are pleasant, but the peculiarity of a watering-place is too much lost in the extent of the towns. Töplitz, in Bohemia, is inland ; Heliogoland is a small island in the North Sea, more curious than agreeable ; the Tyrolean Baths at Ischl are romantic, and surrounded by magnificent mountains ; and the Swiss Baths and those of the Pyrenees lie in 'narrow valleys, and want a refreshing horizon. At Baden Baden, the great Continental resort, you may see Rachel lose and win piles of Napoleons, and try your own fortune with Louis d'ors or sovereigns. But Newport has more natural advantages than any of
liest youth, at which time tradition did not reach to its first construction—and catch, for baking with wine-sauce, the tautog, famed fish of Rhode Island waters, which the unfortunate Abbé Robin ignorantly called tew-tag. Or, in more romantic and less fiercely piscatory moods, you will draw perch from Lily Pond, and saunter to the Spouting Horn, where, in storms, the sea dashes high in crumbling, glittering spires of foam-building in air a vast, blinding, momentary wall of unimaginable splendor of
device and detail-a palace of exLILY POND.
quisite faery heaved suddenly upthem. Nor does it want similar seductions | ward from the volcanic emerald mine of ocean Superfluous money may be lost even in Newport -wavering, flashing, and gone. Or you go down -land of John Callender and Roger Williams. the Forty-steps to Conrad's Cave, and babble Its casinos do not blaze with colored lamps among | Byron; or to the Point, and recall revolutionary orange trees upon the highway, as at Baden; but in tradition. But still, a watering-place is a thequiet little streets, hiding in houses of a rusty dig- atre where the audience are also the actors. nity, lurk the fascinating spells: and there the They play to themselves for their own amuseyouths-fondly supposed by mothers, aunts, and ment, and it sometimes happens that they do sisters, to be innocently polking with Clotilda, or amuse themselves more than others. It has its discreetly flirting with Amanda—are toying with a legends, like other theatres—its tragedies and commore terrible mistress, and perfecting the jaded edies. And if the portraits of our grandmothers, and insolent swagger which is supposed to indi- | in their favorite parts of admired belles, are not cate the man of the world. Sometimes the con | hung up in its offices and parlors, it is because science, and not the stomach, is responsible for they are so vividly depicted by fond tradition. that morning headache.
The grandchildren succeed to those parts, and Saratoga is our only rival of Newport, and play them quite as well. They sing the old songs Saratoga is always sure of a certain homage to different tunes; they bowl with other beaux; But its unique hotels, its throng, its music, its they flirt with younger lovers; they dance with dancing, its bowling, its smoking, its drinking, partners not yet gouty; they roam on the cliffs, its flirting, its drives to dinners, and sunsets at and drive upon the beach, and ride at the Fort; the Lake, are not enough to equal the claim of they are not ante-revolutionary, nor are the lovers Newport, which has inost of these and more. called De Lauzun, Viosmenil, De Broglie, or De Saratoga is a hotel, Newport is a realm. Sara- Segur; but the plot is the same, and the play is toga will always be sure of its friends, for it has not different, and the summer moon of this year an actual and tangible value in its mineral waters sees as fair a spectacle as that of a century ago. and its fine hotels. Newport has no mineral springs, and its hotels are bad.
THE HOLY WEEK AT ROME. But the chief charm of a watering-place is
THIRD ARTICLE. not the beauty nor the fame of the spot. It has THE ceremonies and labors of the Holy Week, less to do with the place than with the people. I one would suppose, were sufficient for the You profess, perhaps, to love scenery, and you wants of any clergy for the entire year. Not so go to Newport to walk on the cliff, and see sun- with the Roman Church. She proclaims and ensets ; or upon the beach where Berkeley mused, forces the observance of some seventy distinct and where fishermen are now drawing seines ; festas, or sacred days, besides Sundays. Nearly or to the lonely Purgatory Rock, of which the le- a third of the year is consecrated to idleness, gend is, that a lover was dared by his mistress to which vice is exalted to the rank of a virtue. I leap the yawning mouth of the chasm for her glove, would exempt from this waste of time the periods and throw it in her face as he leaped back again, properly belonging to divine worship, which of while with King Francis
course are comprised within the duties of all men. Not love, quoth he, but vanity,
But the Pope absolutely inculcates doing nothing Sets love a task like that."
on holidays, and denounces heavy penalties on You stroll along the cliff to the Bass Rocks, and the disobedient. The laboring classes, consethrow your line for sea or striped bass, or blue- quently, whose average daily gains are between fish; or from Bateman's shore look across to a quarter and a half of a dollar, are coinpelled to Gooseberry Island, whither Colonel John Malbone abstain from all work, and take part in religious was wont to repair, and with his friends fish, and processions, or in witnessing superstitious rites, drink, and swim three times a day; or you go of a character to confirm their own vain predilecout in tossing sail-boats with a grim old Newport tions. Without the physical labors which the captain—who remembers the Boat-house from ear- observance of these holidays forces upon the