MEMORIES OF THE 



that came along, and in addition to free rent, generally gave 

 them fire and lights. 



In 1858, together with the heirs of Deacon Pitkin, he gave 

 the same to the town of Lorraine for a town hall, for which 

 purpose it is now used; and the same year I find a deed from 

 Aaron Brown to the town of Lorraine, conveying for fifty dollars 

 forty-one and six-tenths perches of land, called " the Presby- 

 terian meeting-house lot," undoubtedly meaning Congregational 

 meeting-house lot. 



It was a favorite place in which to hold revivals, and eminent 

 revivalists conducted operations there, among them the famous 

 Jedediah Burchard, who relied upon working up his audience 

 to a pitch of excitement that enabled him to do anything he 

 chose with them. One night, when he had them under excellent 

 control and had almost everybody on the anxious seats, he 

 looked up to the gallery and ordered the singers to come down, 

 which they did — all but Cal. Gillman; he was a very tall, dark- 

 complexioned man whom it was not easy to hypnotize. Cal. 

 was leaning against a post or small pillar running from the 

 front of the galler}^ to the ceiling, and with apparent curiosity was 

 looking down on the kneeling and wailing crowd below. Bur- 

 chard saw him, and shaking his long, bony forefinger at him, 

 called out, "Cal. Gillman, you black devil, come down out of 

 that gallery; you look like a stack-pole stuck up in hell; come 

 down here and get on your knees." Cal. did not come. 



Many a long, weary Sunday have I spent in that house. The 

 services then were very lengthy — two long sermons, and Sunday- 

 school between. There was no escape; we were required to go 

 and sit in the long, deep pew, with father sitting next the door. 

 The noon intermission was a little let-up, had it not been for 

 the Sunday-school with its long lessons, which I had to stay and 



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