temilicalu.cf/map24.php Plexus Publishing is proud to present this revival of Charles J. The novel first appeared in , was re-released in as The Heiress of Sweetwater , and spent the entire 20th century out of print.
Today, only a few cherished copies of the 19th century editions are known to be in existence, and, abetted by its rarity, the novel has achieved a legendary reputation in the Pinelands area of South Jersey. In recent decades, area residents have taken to sharing photocopied versions of the book.
This has served both to enhance the book's mythical status and to preserve a unique fragment of local history. Kate Aylesford features a memorable cast of characters, an imaginative plot, and a compelling mix of romance, adventure, and history. The novel is striking for its exquisite sense of time and place, dramatic action scenes, and authentic characterizations. Kate herself, as novelist Robert A. Bateman describes her in his Foreword to this edition, is "an unusually strong and well-educated female protagonist, who holds her own-emotionally and intellectually-during a patriarchal time when women were readily considered the inferior sex.
In an exciting scene, Kate and her aunt are shipwrecked, then rescued by Major Gordon and a small band of valiant men. Other highlights of the novel include the Revolution's Battle of Chestnut Neck, Kate's kidnapping by a character based on the infamous South Jersey highwayman, Joe Mulliner, and her subsequent, harrowing escape through the Pine Barrens. See All Customer Reviews. Shop Books. Read an excerpt of this book! Add to Wishlist.
USD 9. Sign in to Purchase Instantly. Explore Now. Buy As Gift. Overview Plexus Publishing is proud to present this revival of Charles J. Product Details. Average Review. Write a Review. Related Searches. A Field Guide to the Pine Barrens of. With his page volume, author Howard Boyd presents readers with the ultimate handbook to the With his page volume, author Howard Boyd presents readers with the ultimate handbook to the New Jersey Pine Barrens.
Boyd begins his book by explaining and defining what makes this sandy-soiled, wooded habitat so diverse and unusual. Each entry gives View Product. While the sport was at its height and both banks ox the stream covered with flapping fish, Mr. Jesse Richards and one of his daughters passed by on their way to church. The young lady was deeply shocked. Lucas about Sunday fishing? Possessed of little book learning but full of faith, and zealous in their calling were these old time ministers to whom the church owes a heavy debt of gratitude even to- day. If we could exchange some of our superfluous culture for the positive faith of other days the church would be the gainer thereby.
The most noteworthy period in the history of Pleasant Mills church was from to , when Charles Pitman, the poet preacher, was Presiding Elder of the West Jersey District. Most of the conferences were held at Pleasant Mills and people came from a radius of 50 miles to attend the serv- ices. The houses of the place were insufficient for the accomjmodation of the multitude and many, like Israel in the wilderness, set up their tents around the sanctuary. The business session of the conference would be followed by a camp meeting often lasting for days and resulting in many conversions.
Doughty, whose daily walk presented a grand example of Christian living. He was the right hand man of the pastors and his home was always open for their entertainment. He was a trustee and steward of the church and superin- tendent of the Sunday school for 52 consecutive years. He died in April in the 81st year of his age.
At his funeral service the church was crowded and hundreds stood outside to honor the memory of their beloved friend. The miemorial sermon, preached by Rev. I have finished my course. For eighty years past Pleasant Mills church has shared the varying fortune of all terrestrial things. It has been the scene of glorious revivals and passed through periods of spiritual depression.
There toiled our fathers in the faith, Nor did they toil in vain, The flame thefy lit in olden days Shall brightly burn again. The voice of prayer, the notes of praise Again shall sweetly rise Unto the author of our days, The ruler of the skies. Eighteen Chapter Six St. Upon this spot so silent now, The light of faith once brightly shone, When fervent prayer and sacred vow Ascended to the Heavenly throne.
With genial ray the morning sun Lights up the scenery as of yore, And when the day its course hath run, Pale moonbeams glimmer on the shore. But gone are all who gathered here For worship in the days gone by, Save those whose monuments appear Where they in dreamless slumber lie. But soldier, tiller of the soil, And rover of the pathless deep, Forgetful of all strife and toil, Are mingled in their last long sleep. A,m,ong the residents of this locality a century ago were many Roman Catholics, mostly Irish.
There being no Catholic church nearer than Philadel- phia, their devotions were confined to the family circle, and when visited oc- casionally by a clergyman of the faith service would be held in a private house. Anyone acquainted with Irish character and knowing the religious fervor of theise warm-hearted people will not wonder at their determination to build a church of their own.
Having decided this important point the good Catholics of Pleasant Mills and Batsto got busy. Under the direction of their popular and energetic pastor, Father Mayne, they collected money and gave freely of their time and labor toward the deserved object. Jesse Richards, by whom most of theim were employed, donated a building site and assisted the enter- prise financially.
The work begun in was finished in and the new church surmounted by its cross stood amid the towering pines, a beacon of hope and joy to the faithful. In the building was dedicated by Rt. The last service at St. For the ensuing five years the building was closed and appar- ently forgotten. In Father Byrne, of Gloucester, visited the place. Strange to say the few Catholics residing in the vicinity did not care to as- semble in the church and Father Byrne held service in a private dwelling.
In the church was made a mission of St.
Nicholas parish, Egg Harbor City, and later transferred to St. Among the clergymen who ministered at St. Of these we may mention Father Mayne, the first pastor, who died at the age of 34; Rev. Edward McCarthy, S. Hugh Lane, who passed away at an ad- vanced age some years ago, and Rev. Though no longer used as a place of worship, the church was regarded with reverent affection by the residents of the vicinity.
As we stand beside their little tents of green, the present recedes and scenes of the storied past arise until Our minds go back along the track of years Their perils and their toils we seem to share, Each scene of that great drama reappears, As vividly as if we had been there. Among the departed brave, is one soldier of the World Twenty War, Willie Mick, who as one of the American Expeditionary Force, went overseas, escaped the perils of field and flood and returned home to die the vic- tim of an, accident. Nearest the church and enclosed by a picket fence is the burial plot of the Richards family.
A vault once occupied the center of the plot, but was filled in years ago and covered with a large slab of marble bearing the names of those w T ho rest below. He Was an officer in the French and Indian war and a Scotsman by birth. While on a visit to his friend and brother in arms, Captain Elijah Clark, he was seized with an illness, which in a few days terminated his life.
As he had no relatives in this country, Captain Clark took charge of his funeral and had his grave fittingly marked. Close by is the last resting place of Benjamin Peck, dated , the oldest in the yard. Here also may be seen the grave of Nicholas Sooy, Esq. Whatever others may have done for our country, certain it is, that the gift laid upon its altar by Abigail Miner Fanning was never exceeded. Age 26 years. Prepare for death and follow me.
He was a carpenter by trade and one of those employed in the building of Pleasant Mills church. The girl was deeply in love with him and sought by every means to win him back, but in vain. Lynch, like many another gay Lothario, was off wfith the old love and on with the new. Twenty-one on mourning and in a few months died herself of a broken heart. Such is the story as I had it from old residents. Every year hundreds of visitors come to this timp honored spot, some to locate the tombs of their ancestors, others to gather historical data and legendary lore.
Lippin- cott, a brother-in-law 1 of Jesse Richards. This plant was called the Pleasant Mills of Sweetwater. The cot- ton plant was in steady operation for thirty-five years, giving employment to a large number of people and yielding good profits to its owner. In it was destroyed by a fire of unknown origin and never rebuilt. In , Irving and MacNeil erected a paper mill on the site of the cotton plant.
Shortly after, Mr. John Farrell became a third partner in the firm. In Irving and MacNeil sold their interest to Mr.
Plexus Publishing is proud to present this revival of Charles J. Peterson’s Kate Aylesford, a “long lost” historical romance set in Southern New Jersey during the American Revolution. The novel first appeared in , was re-released in as The Heiress of Sweetwater, and spent. Kate Aylesford, or, The Heiress of Sweetwater until , Kate Aylesford has attained legendary status among residents of New Jersey in recent decades.
Farrell and took a ten-year lease on the Weymouth Mills. The business at Pleasant Mills was carried on by Mr. Far- rell and his son, William E. In W m. Farrell became sole owner of the property. Having set a high standard for its products, he maintained it, whether business was good or bad, and as J.
Her right was Contested by Mr. Farrell, who after- wards married Mr. Cresse, an estimable citizen of Ocean City. Cresse was appointed president of the Paper Company, and held the position until his death in , when his widow decided to close out the business. In April, , the mill was closed after thirty-four years of continuous operation. In the paper plant and other property were purchased by Mr.
Twenty-two A. McKeone, a former superintendent, with hope of restoring the old tim'e prosperity of the place. Industrial conditions produced by the World War, however, made the time inauspicious. Material and help were. The Norristown Company ceased operation in April, In October, , T. Situated as it is in the heart of the deer country and with its many lakes and streams affording excellent sport for both hunter and fisherman, Mr.
Buch- holz conceived the plan of making of Pleasant Mills a settlement such as one may see in the forests of Maine. Buchholz entered into an agreement with the Pleasant Mills Paper Company early in the spring of to purchase the entire property. He later sold "this agreement to the Pleasant Mills Development Company, retaining, however, a large interest in the company and the general super- vision of the development as planned by him. The members of this corporation are practical business men, but to theiir honor be it.
Recog- nizing the natural advantages of the place, it is their aim to make it an ideal home community and a spot of scenic beauty. The work of development is progressing under the direction of Mr. Buchholz, whose artistic taste is shown in the production of many pleasing landscape effects and whose plan, we are confident, marks the dawning of a new era for historic old Sweetwater.
The remains of Wm. Farrell, after resting for some years in Pleas- antville Cemetery, were brought to Pleasant Mills and buried among the scenes that in life he had loved so well. The ground surrounding Mr.
Cresse, and now forms a part of the cemetery. Among the promoters of the project were Charles W. Schwab, the steel king; H. Note: The paper machine installed by the Farrells in the first Mill was the second largest in the world at that time. Twenty-three Chapter Nine Illustrious Men of Pleasant Mills It is hardly to be expected that a community so small as this should furnish many illustrious names to the pages of history, but two of its sons at least have achieved a fame that is nation wide. Joseph Fralinger, of Atlantic City, whose character as a man and citizen is of the highest and whose business reputation extends from the Atlantic coast to the Pacific, was born at Batsto in He learned the trade of glass blowing which he followed for some years.
By his direction the cemetery, which was showing signs of neglect, has been cleared of brush and greatly improved in appearance. General St. Clair Mulholland, renowned on the field of war and in the councils of state, was born at Pleasant Mills, and the years of his boy- hood were spent here. That he cherished a pleasant memory of those years is evidenced by the following article from his pen, which appeared in the Phila- delphia Inquirer, January 1st, Residing there at that time was on old man nearly one hundred years of age.
He died, if I remember right in , aged He was a veteran of the Revo- lution, a comrade of Washington, with whom he had marched and fought, and had been severely wounded at Brandywine or Germantown, I forget which. That old soldier had lived to see the great development of the Repub- lic for which he had risked his life and poured out his blood, and in his declin- ing years he rejoiced in the glory and splendor of his country.
The presence of this old veteran created and diffused throughout the community a spirit of patriotism that was remarkable, and I remember hear- ing the men, as they sat around the country store, conversing of the battles that the veteran loved to recall. The boys of the village would gather around the old man, listen to his talk and gaze upon him, with awe and rev- erence, and I have a faint recollection of hearing that the bullet that made one leg much -shorter than the other was still imbedded in the limb.
The soffit aroused by him had its effect, and ten years afterward, when the Civil War burst upon the nation, everv young man and boy in the vicinity where he lived enlisted in defense of the Union. Some of them never came back to Pleasant Mills, and sometimes I go read upon the mouldering tombstones the names ol f my playmates of long ago. In , thirty-two states and thirty-two mil- lions of people, four millions of whom were slaves, now forty-five states and seventy millions of citizens all haopv and free, not a slave in the land and the flag under which they fought and poured out their blood representing the only true Republic that ever existed on earth and waving in glorv and tri- umph, not on this continent only, but to the farthest ends of the world.
He was at Bunker Hill and it was said that he fired the first shot from the American side in that famous battle. This famous group oil trees stands or rather stood, on the Atlantic county side near the confluence of Batsto and Atsion creeks. For two centuries they were familiar land- marks, towering above the surrounding woods and overlooking the country for mjles. During the Revolution a watching station was fixed in the top of the tallest tree from, which a view was obtained of all craft passing up and down the stream. But the grand old wood kings that once were a trysting place for dusky lovers and a bower of shade for the weary hunter, have vielded to the touch.
Among the distinguished visitors present was the State Regent and official representa- tives from other chapters of the order. The exercises attending the presen- tation were informal, but interesting and appropriate. Rider, of Kate Aylesford Chapter, as mistress of ceremonies, performed her duty ad- mirably. The tablet was fixed in place by Mr. Bernshouse, or Hammon- ton, then in his 81st year, but alert and vigorous as a man half his age.
How often I have plied the oar Along thy low and marshy shore; Or passed the higher banks that stand Down sloping, to thy pebbled strand, Where deep embowered in shades of green, The cozy village homes, are seen.
Atlantic says to Burlington, Divided once, we now are one. Then let my grave be made beside The shore where flows thy crystal tide. Bat sto The story of our neighbor village Batsto is nearly as old and fully as interesting as that of Pleasant Mills. The name is a compound of two Indian words, Baatstoo, meaning a bathing place. Here in ages long past the wnld people of the forest roved along the pine shaded shore or disported themselves in the swift flowing stream.
The first proprietor of the Batsto estate was Israel Pemberton, whose home was called, Whitcomb Manor. Pemberton sold the property to Charles Reqd, who sold it to one Colonel Knox, and he in turn disposed of it to Thornas Mayberry. Ball was a practical man of business and at once began to de- velop the natural resources of his domain. Under his direction several hun- dred acres of wild land was cleared and fitted for cultivation.
He also set up a blast furnace and began the manufacture of iron from the ore which abound- ed in thei adjacent bog lands and was of excellent quality. During the War for Independence many cannon and large quantities of solid shot were cast at the Batsto works for the use of the patriot forces. Under the management of Colonel Richards the industries of the place prospered greatly. During the war of he successfully handled several large; munition contracts for the U. An incident of that time is worth relating.
The Colonel had finished an order for 50 tons of cannon shot which were to be delivered at New York. The only vessel in the river available for this service was a ton schooner, owned and managed by a colored man, named David Mapps, who with a crew of his own race, traded regularly between New York and Little Egg Harbor. David was a Quaker and stuck to the tenets of his faith like brick dust to a bar of soap. Proceeding to the wharf where the schooner lay, Colonel Richards called the dusky skipper on deck.
Colonel Richards was succeeded in by his son, Jesse, under whom the place attained the height of its prosperity. The iron and glass works with their correlated industries of wood cutting, charcoal burning and teaming kept a host of w-orkmen busy and m! When his Catholic employees decided to erect a church at Pleasant Mills he assisted and encouraged them in many ways. About the iron industry in South Jersey began to decline through inability to compete with the superior facilities of production possessed by the Pennsylvania plants. The Batsto iron works shut down in , the glass factory continued in operation till , when that, too, was closed.
The business ability of Jesse Richards was not inherited by his suc- cessors and the large fortune that he had amassed soon melted away. In February, , a fire broke out in the main street and seventeen dwellings comprising the old and historic part of the village were totally destroyed.
Batsto, to-day, is a quiet and restful place with charming bits of natural scen- ery. Its chief industry is farming and there is nothing in its appearance to recall the activity and grandeur of former times. Benjamin Richards, son of Colonel Wm. Richards, was born at Batsto, He resided in Philadelphia and served two terms as Mayor of that city. To the day of his death he cherished a deep affection for the home of his boyhood.
His son, Colonel Benjamin Richards, a distinguished soldier of the Civil War, was a frequent visitors to the ancestral domain and could relate many interesting tales of bygone days. From early morn while dewdrops hung like gems on shrub and tree He wrought till evening shadows fell, and carrolled merrily Some simple ballad of old Scotland, where heather blossoms grow, Or perchance, a verse of sacred song, two hundred years ago. Rude was the home of the pioneer, rough hewn from the forest tree, And little his worldly wealth I trow, but not for that cared he, There came no strife to vex his lire as the days went calm and slow Here in the Jersey wilderness, two hundred years ago.
The Leni Lenape belonged to the Algonquin branch of the red race. There were two subdivisions of the tribe in New Jersey. The Mauntaunak-Dela- wares, who occupied the lands between Little Egg Harbor river and Cape May, and the Mincees, located farther to the North, and having permanent vil- lages on this side the Delaware. The Lenape were valiant fighters, but preferred peace to war. When white settlers coveted the best lands of the Lenape and the lat- ter refused to sell, the Iroquois were called in and peremptorily comimanded the Lenape to move on.
But the limit of endurance had been reached with the injured people and they resolved to die like warriors, rather than live like slaves. On the breaking out of the French and Indian War soon after they espoused the cause of the French, and gave both English and Iroquois reason to repent their tyrannv. Their great Sachem at that time was Tadeus- kund, a warrior and hero. Tadeuskund died in and was succeeded by the pacific Isaac Still, who some years later led the remnant of his tribe away from the graves of their fathers to the distant Wlest.
The Indians of New Jersey had taken no part in the war, but many of them accompanied their Pennsylvania tribesmen in their exodus toward the setting sun. Many of them, however, still remained, in some cases forming little communities of their own, in others, living with the whites in peace and friendship.
Their last reservation was at Indian Mills Old Shamong. Notes to Chapter Two The attempt made by Charles II to establish episcopacy in Scotland was a flagrant breach of faith with his Northern subjects and an outrage on their national feelings. Accustomed to the simple service of the Kirk, they looked upon the showy ritual of the Anglican establishment as no better than idolatry and protested vehemently against the change.
Their objections were answered with sternly repressive measures, until harassed beyond en- durance by brutal soldiery and venal magistrates, the covenanters arose in arms to battle for their rights. In some instances they were successful, but the superior discipline and numbers of their foe were triumphant in the end, and the last armed resistance was crushed at the battle of Bothwell Bridge, in The demons of persecution were then loosed upon the, hapless chil- dren of the covenant, who without respect to age or sex, were done to death with a ruthlessness that would have shamed Nero or Domlitian, but all suffer- ing was endured with a heroism rarely equalled in the history of the world.
Can we forbear a thrill of pride when we remember that of this noble stock were the founders of Sweet- water. Twenty-nine From data that appears reliable, I learn that the builder of the Sweet- water mansion was named Reid. His daughter, Honoria, a girl of rare love- liness in person and character, was educated in England, and returned home after the death of her father, in She was the Kate Aylesford, of local legend, and married an American officer, in The pioneers of Sweetwater had their share df Scotch thrift. In those days immense shoals of herring were found every spring in the Mullica and its tributary streams and the settlers added to their stock of provisions by dry- ing and smoking the toothsome fish by thousands.
The surplus stock found a ready sale in the markets of Philadelphia and New York, thus building up an important local industry. The curing of herring in this manner was taken up in other settlements along the Mullica and continued until comparatively re- cent times. Within the memory of the writer, no family considered their winter store complete unless it included several hundred smoked herring. Notes to Chapter Three The capture of Chestnut Neck, and the ambuscade that checked the British advance on The Forks, were good illustrations of the fighting meth- ods used by the opposing forces.
The highly trained British soldier of the day was master of the bayonet, and the best troops of Continental Europe could not withstand the terrible Anglo-Saxon charge. Our forefathers, hardy and courageous as they were, frankly acknowledged their dread of the cold steel in stalwart British hands. On the, other hand the American rifleman in his native Woods was a foe that the boldest Briton did not care to face.