Old Boston days & ways; from the dawn of the revolution until the town became a city . the miniature of hiswife fastened over the foot of his berth. Hislast words were, * Gods will be done. Hisbody was consigned to the deep. His wife, anxiously awaiting his return, re-ceived no forewarning of her loss, which wasbroken to her in a letter sent from New York,where the ship arrived in August, by a friendwho was with Major Shaw in his last hours. Shesurvived her husband thirty-nine years, dying,January 24, 1833, at Dedham and mourning tothe last her brave young bridegroom, w^ho in sotrue a sense, h
Old Boston days & ways; from the dawn of the revolution until the town became a city . the miniature of hiswife fastened over the foot of his berth. Hislast words were, * Gods will be done. Hisbody was consigned to the deep. His wife, anxiously awaiting his return, re-ceived no forewarning of her loss, which wasbroken to her in a letter sent from New York,where the ship arrived in August, by a friendwho was with Major Shaw in his last hours. Shesurvived her husband thirty-nine years, dying,January 24, 1833, at Dedham and mourning tothe last her brave young bridegroom, w^ho in sotrue a sense, had been a hero of peace. The luxury of ice in summer seems to-day amere commonplace, yet it was only one hundredyears ago that Frederic Tudor of Boston de-voted a fortune and twenty years of his life tothe introduction of ice into the tropics. In thepossession of his grandson, the present FredericTudor, there is a journal-record of this remark-able business enterprise, and to read there thestory of the ice-pioneers struggles, as his owngraphic pen portrayed them, is to be convinced. c ,, o esu
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