CAPT. JOHN McCLINTOCK.
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September 26, 1841, he married Mary Bailey Shaw, of Winthrop, Maine, who bore him six children, four of whom survive. During one of his long voyages round the world she departed this life, Oct. 25, 1866. Rev. C. C. Mason thus writes of her in the Zion's Herald:
"By the death of this sister the church sustains a great loss, for she was a constant friend and exemplary member. The poor and afflicted will remember her as a sympathizer and helper, for she endeared herself to all by her active yet gentle and unostentatious exertions for the good of others. I do not pen an untruth or write undeserved praise when I say that few women have a record so full of lovely remembrances as Sister Mary McClintock. She was a woman of superior gifts, generous and true, earnest and hopeful, consistent and faithful in her christian life. Her piety was distinguished by a firm and cheerful trust in her God. Seldom was she cast down or disquieted.
In September last, Willie, the next to the eldest son, was smitten with typhoid fever, and for weeks that affectionate mother watched every symptom, attended to every want, and by her tender, watchful care he was restored to health. Ere Willie recovered, John, the eldest son, was prostrated by the same fever, and to-day lies hovering between life and death. The mother was compelled to resign the care of this dear son to others and seek her own couch to lie down and die. The ministers of the Maine Conference will remember her care and solicitude for their good, and that memory will shine upon their weary pathway like moonlight when the sun has set, leaving a sweet and tender radiance. Her house with its many comforts was the frequent and welcome home of the itinerant. With her generous and warm-hearted husband she was a weekly visitor at the parsonage, and its occupants this year will miss a devoted friend. In her domestic circle she was very affable and queenly, almost idolized by her fond and confiding husband and affectionate children."
The death of the mother broke up the family circle, the boys struck out for themselves, and the father passed the last years of his life with the son, "Willie," at Chelsea, Mass. His declining years were amidst pleasant surroundings, where he had every care and attention, but toward the last his mind wandered and he lived over again scenes in his stormy life. His crew was mutinous as of old. Robbers were attacking him. Lawyers were his dread
and terror, especially the English specimen. The wind was blowing a gale, or he was becalmed in a bad current. His end was very peaceful and he was laid to rest by the side of his only wife in a peaceful graveyard in Winthrop, overhung by elms and commanding a view of a beautiful little lake. They are in the midst of her kindred.
