1824, June 30, Calvin Lincoln.

1799, June 12, Abiel Williams.

FITCHBURG.

1768, Jan. 27, John Payson,

1794, May 8.

1797, Sept. 27, Samuel Worcester, D. D. 1802, Sept. 8, 1821, June 7, 50

1805, Oct. 16, William Bascom,

1915, Aug 30, William Eaton,

1813, Dec. 15.
1823.

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1823, Oct. 15, Loammi I. Hoadley.

NOTE-The Compiler of this Table acknowledges his obligations, to the MS. copy of Rev. Mr. Whitney's History revised and continued by himself to his death, in 1816, for a great part of the elaborate work here presented. His anxiety to preserve these interesting facts impelled him to purchase these MSS. of the Executor of the Rev. Mr. Whitney, for the benefit of the cu

rious reader. This testimony has not been deviated from without better evidence. Mr. Whitney was a rigid believer in the judicatory powers of ecclesiastical councils, and sturdily rejected as heresy, the modern doctrine, that these tribunals are merely advisory. Of course he maintains that the clerical office continues, until dissolved by a concurrence of all the powers that created it. He therefore considers his father Rev. A. Whitney of Petersham, as the minister of that town, until his death, in 1779, although the Records shew that he was dismissed in 1775, and ever after was denied his salary and the pulpit. So of Mr. Goss of Bolton and some others.

Dr. Austin, of Worcester, was appointed President of the University at Burlington, in 1815, and his Parish gave him leave of absence from his pulpit and pastoral services on the 12th day of June, in that year, for a limited time, but his dismission did not take place, according to Ecclesiastical usage, until Dec. 23, 1818.

G.

Not knowing what the world might say of them after their works depart this life, the Editors were about setting in order their "last words and final speeches," and gathering their robes about them to leave existence with something of dignity, when a friend, to whom the readers of the Magazine have been indebted for some of the most interesting articles which have filled its pages kindly communicated the following lines to serve as an EPITAPH. = We have plucked the tangled weeds away,

From the grass grown mound and the headstone grey,
To trace on the moss-covered front, each name
Of our aged sires, and the tale of their fame;
And have sheltered their graves from the steps profane
Of the heartless throng and the beast of the plain;
We have mused at the stillness of twilight's hour
Till reason has yielded to fancy's power;
And have stood with the pilgrims upon the shore
Where their footsteps were traced, in days of yore,
In the winter's snow, while the forest's gloom
And the Indian's yell told of fearful doom;
And we envied no tale of the classic page,

Or the wild romance of a wilder age,

While we dared then to boast of our humble claim

To be kindred of men of their deathless fame ;

Nor only of those, but of sires who stood

And roll'd back the tide of oppression's flood,
When it swept o'er our land in a deluge of wrath,
And withered the bloom in its wasting path;

'.We fondly had hoped that our humble toil,

Might have snatched some name from oblivion's spoil,
And placed it with those who were worthy to be
The sires of free men in the land of the free-

But others shall grave on our history's page

The names of the brave of a former age.

That sound-tis a peal from yon church's tower,
But it tolls not for us a departed hour.

Tis the knell of death and a hoary head