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��A Reminiscence of Colonel Fletcher Webster,
��"Whittier, which name with those of Challis and Weed have long been hon- ored names in Amesbury.
The marriage gift to the husband on the part of his parents was usually a farm, a part of the homestead ; the •dowry to the young bride from her parents was a cow, a year's supply of wool, or something needful in setting up house-keeping. If the homestead farm was not large the young couple were brave enough to encounter the labors and toils of frontier Hfe, and be-
��gin for themselves on virgin soil and amid new scenes. It required bravery on the part of the young bride. But there were noble maidens in those days. The cares and duties of motherhood soon followed, but the house-cares and the maternal obligations were performed to the admiration of later generations. The fathers and mothers of New Eng- land were strong and hardy. Their praises come down to us. Witnesses new and ancient testify of their worth and royalty of character.
��A REMINISCENCE OF COL. FLETCHER WEBSTER.
��In a private conversation with the writer not long since General Marston, of New Hampshire, related the following ■story :
" On the morning of the thirtieth of August, 1862, before sunrise, I was lying under a fence rolled up in a blanket on the Bull Run battle-field. It was the -second day of the Bull Run battle. My ■own regiment, the Second New Hamp- shire Volunteers, had been in the fight the day before and had lost one-third of the entire regiment in killed and wounded.
" While so lying by the fence some -one shook me and said, ' Get up here.' In answer I said, without throwing the blanket from over my head, 'Who in thunder are you ? ' The answer was made, ' Get up here and see the 'Colonel of the Massachusetts Twelfth.'
'■■ The speaker then partly pulled the blanket off my head and I saw that it ■was Colonel Fletcher Webster ; where- ^upon I arose, and we sat down to* .gether and I sent my orderly for ■coffee.
" We sat there drinking the coffee and talking about his father, Daniel Web- ster, and he told me about his father
��going up to Franklin every year and always using the same expression about going. He would say 'Fletcher, my son, let us go up to Franklin to-morrow ; let us have a good time and leave the old lady at home. Let us have a good old New Hampshire dinner — fried ap- ples and onions and pork.' At about that time the Adjutant of Colonel Web- ster's regiment came along and told him that the General commanding his brigade wanted to see him. Colonel Webster replied that he would be there shortly.
" As he sat there on the blanket with me he took hold of his left leg just be- low the knee with both hands and said : ' There, I will agree to have my leg taken off right there for my share of the casualties of this day.' I replied : ' I would as soon be killed as lose a leg ; and the chances are a hundred to one that you won't be hit at all.' 'Well,' said he as he gave me his hand, *I hope to see you again ; good bye.' I never saw him again. He was killed that day. His extreme sadness, his de- pression, was perhaps indicative of a conviction or presentiment of some im- pending misfortune."
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