8 NORTH SHORE BREEZE and Reminder 
is at the foot of the hill near Red’s Pond, and must have 
been some distance from the sheltering shadow of the 
first church. It bears the date of 1681 and marks the 
grave of Mary Latimer, born in 1632. Another, close by, 
bears the date of 1690 and the name of- Christopher 
Latimer, her husband, born in 1620. Almost three hun- 
dred years since they came and lived their lives and 
departed! What was their story? Did they come hand 
in hand and heart to heart to seek together their fortunes 
in the new world? Or, did he who was the elder by 
twelve years come first, and was she one of the sweet, 
dauntless maids following a loved one even to the ends of 
the earth? Perchance, she came, orphaned and lonely, to 
seek friends in this far-away settlement and here fate 
awaiting her, the new romance and the new world grew 
together. Whom did they leave to posterity? To some- 
one, somewhere, these stones mark the resting place of 
kin and establish a clatm to real Americanism second 
only to the native Indians. 
More communicative as regards descendants is the 
curious stone which reads: 
Here lyes ye body 
of Mrs. Miriam Grose 
who decd in the 
Sist year of her 
age and left 1So children 
grand-children and 
great-grand-children 
But it neglects to state either the date of the birth or 
death of the venerable great-grandmother. Doubtless, in 
the recording of such a staggering fact, the unimportant 
details of her own arrival and departure were overlooked. 
What a long procession of mourners must have marched 
up this hill on that unknown day when she was laid to 
rest! 
Often it is asserted that the early Marbleheaders 
were not a religious people, that they were a law unto 
themselves and had small regard for the rules and customs 
of their stern Puritan neighbors. But it is a matter of 
record that they “maintained the ordinances on Sun- 
days” and supported a religious teacher and there is 
much evidence to sustain the be- 
lief, however lacking in ‘exter- 
nals, the early settlers of the rug- 
ged, little town had themselves 
and gave to their descendants a 
fine sense of loyalty to God, to 
a just cause and to each other. 
You will find that this old 
hill is elogent of the respect and 
veneration in which they held 
the ministers of the gospel who 
labored among them and those 
who gave their lives that..right 
might be established. Here 
“ eaeshas never forgotten ‘Jem’ Mugford.” 
Aug. 18, 1916, 
a sombre, dignified row of stones, standing like soldiers, 
shoulder to shoulder, marks the graves of the earnest 
workers for God in the first church of Marblehead, Rev. 
Samuel Cheever, Rev. John Barnard, Rev. William Whit- 
well and Rev. Eben Hubbard. If Latin is one of your 
accomplishments you will be interested to translate the 
ponderous, lengthy inscriptions. If not, you will proba- 
bly content yourself to imagine that they mean quite the 
same as the one which marks the grave of the Rev. Eben 
Hubbard and which states that it was erected “by an_ 
affectionate and grateful people.” 
This stately company includes, too, the wives of 
Rev. John Barnard and Rev. William Whitwell. Surely 
there was no lack of lofty sentiment in the marking of 
Mistress Barnard’s gravestone, no suggestion of irreligion, 
for it refers to her as the “worthy and exemplary con- 
sort of the late venerable and revered John Barnard, 
who for many years was the faithful pastor of the 
First ‘Church of Christ in Marblehead,” and concludes 
with the following tribute: 
“In all the virtues of a life of faith and holiness 
She shone below respected and beloved, 
Until matured for higher spheres, 
She fell to earth revered and lamented 
But rose upon the horizon of perfect, endless day 
On the 24 of August, 1774.” 
So much for their veneration of God’s anointed. An- 
other, and perhaps a larger part of their religion was 
tne worship of bravery. And here, on an immense, na 
tural foundation of solid rock, is the shaft of marble dedi- 
cated to the memory of the gallant Captain James Mug- 
ford, who in the Franklin of sixty tons and four four- 
pounders, on Friday, May 17, 1776, captured and brought 
into Boston the British “Powder Ship” Hope of three 
hundred tons and six guns. 
This monument was erected on the one hundredth 
anniversary of the brave deed and commemorates also 
the death of the heroic Captain who on the Sunday fol- 
lowing his arrival in Boston with his prize was killed 
while successfully defending his grounded vessel against 
the British fleet of thirteen ships, in the very neighbor- 
hood where two days before he had made the daring cap- 
ture of the Hope. 
Marblehead has never forgotten “Jem” Mugford. 
Over and over again is the story told of the dying hero, 
who with rare composure and presence of mind called to 
his men, “I am a dead man; don’t give up the vessel; you 
will be able to beat them off.’ And every Memorial Day 
finds four small, star-spangled banners waving from the 
monument’s square base while a floral anchor clasps the 
slender shaft. 
From a higher elevation of this rocky hill still an- 
other tribute to heroism points its marble finger skyward. 
It is a monument erected in memory of the deceased mem- 
bers of the Marblehead Charitable Seaman’s ‘Society, 
fourteen of whom perished in the great gale of Septem- 
ber 19, 1846, off the Grand Banks of Newfoundland. 
Nowhere was courage in greater demand than on the 
perilous passage of those old schooners to and from the 
fishing grounds. This terrific gale struck the death blow 
to the industry in Marblehead. Ten of her vessels and 
sixty-five of her fathers and sons were lost. Forty-three 
wives, agonized but hopeful, waited for tidings of the 
fathers of one hundred and fifty children. They never 
came and it is said that these mothers of Marblehead be- 
came fathers, too, and provided well for their little broods. 
It is a long way back to the days of the Revolution, 
but somehow, those stirring times seem very near when 
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