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History of Middlesex County, Massachusetts - citizen hylbom blog

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' Baye Psalme Book/ prepared by Kev. iMr. Eliot<br />

and Eev. ilr. Welde <strong>of</strong> Eoxbury, and Eev AIi<br />

Mather, <strong>of</strong> Dorchester. The edition <strong>of</strong> the work<br />

from which we copied was printed at Cambridge,<br />

by Stephen Daye, in 1640, and was the first bound<br />

volume printed in British America. Tlie tune i^<br />

from Ainsworth's ' Psalms in ^letre, Imprmted ni<br />

the yere MDCXVIII.,' at Amsterdam. The oiui<br />

nal is in diamond notes, and is the tune to ^hul<br />

Eliot's Indians actually sung the Psalm. — VWl<br />

We would almost as lief sing tiie Indian as the<br />

unrhythmic English <strong>of</strong> the third verse :<br />

" Wali-teau-fflk Je-ho-vah God-co<br />

kez-liuk-que-ag-kiip-iui-gum uuli<br />

Qut nee-na-wuu mat ;<br />

uce-iia-wuii<br />

Ma-nit um-mls-siu-uiu-uu-moli."<br />

" Kuow, that Jebovak he is GoJ,<br />

who hath us formeil it is he,<br />

& not oui'selves : his own people<br />

& sheepe <strong>of</strong> his pasture are wee."<br />

—<br />

Next year, by the efforts <strong>of</strong> Pr<strong>of</strong>essor Francis<br />

D. D., <strong>of</strong> Cambridge, who wrote Eliot's life in<br />

Sparks' American Biography, Oliver Bacon, Esq<br />

and Kfiv. Thomas B. Gannett <strong>of</strong> South Natick, i<br />

monument <strong>of</strong> sandstone was reared in memory <strong>of</strong><br />

Eliot's work in the little park, on the site <strong>of</strong> the<br />

to the Indians.<br />

Born 1604,<br />

Died May 20,<br />

1690.<br />

The rear side shows an open Bible with, on the lefthand<br />

page, the legend, " Up Biblum God, 10C;3."<br />

An iron fence encloses the shaft.<br />

October 8, 1851, was celebrated as Natick's<br />

bi-centennial. Incorporated as a town but seventy<br />

years before, this anniversary commemorated<br />

the earliest settlement. The festival included an<br />

address by Pr<strong>of</strong>essor Stowe, himself born near the<br />

old oak, a procession, and a banquet with speeches,<br />

one being delivered by Eev. George Copway, an<br />

Ojibway Indian. The supposed portrait <strong>of</strong> Eliot,<br />

recently brought from England by Hon. William<br />

Whiting, hung before the pulpit. A young girl<br />

<strong>of</strong> sixteen, a lineal descendant <strong>of</strong> the Natick In-<br />

dians, sat among the guests.<br />

On election-day, May, 1843, an old hollow oak<br />

in the roadway, which had been valued as an his-<br />

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toric link with the past, was cut down. Tliis act<br />

pro\ oked great indignation A lawsuit followed,<br />

which was settled b\ tlu (fiendiis T_Min^t public<br />

Indian burial-ground, hard by the location <strong>of</strong> the<br />

opinion paying the costs, and planting trees in the<br />

Indian church. The. obelisk bears in front<br />

simple inscription — :<br />

John Eliot<br />

Apostle<br />

this<br />

public green. The present Eliot Oak, just east <strong>of</strong><br />

the Unitarian Church, is in better preservation tlian<br />

its fallen brother <strong>of</strong> the forest primeval. Tradi-<br />

' ;<br />

•<br />

tion links these trees with the Indian missionary.<br />

Longfellow has a fine sonnet to the Eliot Oak.<br />

" Thou ancient Oak ! whose myriad leaves are loud<br />

With sounds <strong>of</strong> unintelligible speech.<br />

Sounds as <strong>of</strong> surges ou a sliingly beach.<br />

Or multitudinous murmurs <strong>of</strong> a crowd<br />

With some mysterious gift <strong>of</strong> tongues endowed<br />

Thou speakest a different dialect to each ;<br />

To me a language tliat no man can teach.<br />

Of a lost race long vanished like a cloud,<br />

For underneath thy shade, in days remote,<br />

Seated like Abraham at eventide<br />

Beneath the oaks <strong>of</strong> Mamre, the unknown<br />

Apostle <strong>of</strong> the Indian. Eliot, wrote<br />

His Bible in a language that hath died,<br />

And is forgotten save by thee alone.''<br />

Sam Lawson, the good-natured, lazy story-feller<br />

in Oldtown Folks, put his blacksmith's shop un-<br />

der this tree. It was removed when the church<br />

was built. We saw a missionary from Turkey<br />

1 J. H. T. (<strong>of</strong> Hartford) proves the closing lines a rule with<br />

one exception, by giving an Indian version <strong>of</strong> this sonnet. Vicli'<br />

Atlaniic Mout/ilii, Jlny. 1S77.

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