Chapter XII: Part 12

Our family being large, my parents allowed me to go into the
country (Worcester County), at the early age of seven. I was
educated a paper-maker previous to entering upon a course
of liberal education. Thus separated from home, I had less
knowledge of our ancestry than might otherwise have been the
case. Supposing that my surviving brother at Mobile has better
information regarding our ancestry than I have, I take the
liberty of forwarding your letter to him, requesting him to
supply any intelligence he may have at hand. He having been
long a resident there, and loyal to the Union, is an ex-Mayor
of the city, appointed by Gen. Pope, and is at present,
happily for him, Judge of Probate for the County. His address
is "Hon. Gustavus Horton, Mobile, Alabama." From him you will
probably hear soon. Wishing you much success in your laudable
investigations, and quite willing to recognize any of our
cousins in the Keystone State,

I am yours, &c.,

F. HORTON.

The Rev. Francis Horton, writer of the foregoing letter, was one of the excellent of the earth. He was a scholar and quite a poet, and an able and much loved minister of the Word. He died in 1873. It is highly probable that he was a descendant of Joshua I.

In connexion with this, we give the following thrilling article, which was published in the _Boston Watchman and Reflector_, soon after the barbarous murder of the Rev. Jotham Horton:

LAST HOURS OF A NEW ORLEANS MARTYR.

AN AFFECTING SKETCH.

"Good-by, Emma," he said, "I shall not be gone long. It can't
take more than ten minutes to open the Convention, and then
I shall come right away. Look for me at three o'clock, at
farthest," and the young pastor kissed his wife and hurried
away to the city.

That day was destined to be one among the most memorable in the
annals of human wickedness since the famous St. Bartholomew's.
The members of the Union Convention had looked forward to
it with apprehension. They knew that the spirit of the late
rebellion still survived in New Orleans, and they could not
hope that they should be permitted to assemble without some
molestation from disorderly individuals, but they had no
suspicions that the masses of the city would rise against
them, _organized_ for deliberate bloodshed. They did not know
that all the arms had been bought up, till the gun-shops
contained not so much as a pocket-pistol. They did not know
that the Mayor had telegraphed to the President that there
would certainly be a riot, and had received the assurance that
the military would not interfere with the civil power. They
did not know that the police force had been increased by the
addition of a gang of blood-thirsty men, and that the municipal
authorities had agreed upon signals, and arranged to begin
the riot themselves. Watched by no suspicion, and awed by no
Butler's strong right hand, the conspirators were suffered to
perfect their preparations, and when the morning of the 30th
of July dawned, the treacherous officials appeared at the
station-house fully armed, and waiting the opportunity for
their bloody work.

The pastor of the Colleseum Baptist Church, Rev. Jotham W.
Horton, had been requested to open the Convention with prayer.
Moved by the warmest Christian sympathy for the freedmen,
this young New England minister had gone to the South with
his wife, to give his best energies to their welfare. He was
a man of sincere piety and a large heart; pure as a little
child, self-denying where duty was concerned to an extent that
often made him suffer, and so peaceable that though repeatedly
insulted, and even once fired upon, and though conscious that
he was fatally marked by malignant disloyalists, he would never
go armed.

After taking leave of his wife, Mr. Horton proceeded in the
cars from his residence in Carrolton to the city. Ever apt to
look hopefully on the worst prospects, and slow to suspect evil
of his fellow-men, he had felt no fears of injury for this day,
beyond perhaps a forcible seizure and commitment to the parish
prison.

The hour arriving for opening the Convention, and Mr. Horton
having entered the hall, stood up to offer prayer just as the
clock struck twelve. Strongly and fervently his words came
up, breathing petitions for the peace of his country and the
deliverance of the oppressed. God heard him, but with that
prayer His servant's work ended, and then He gave him for a
little while to the cruel wrath of his enemies, that He might
make that wrath praise Him. Immediately on the sounding of the
stroke of noon from the city clocks, and simultaneously with
the opening of Mr. Horton's prayer, the armed police filed out
of the several stations, three hundred strong, and marched
toward the Institute. Some of them entered the hall during the
prayer, a mob in the meantime rapidly collecting round the
door, and hardly had the good man uttered the closing "amen"
when a miscreant fired a bullet at his head.

There could be no longer any doubt of the intentions of the
officers and the mob. The latter assailed the windows and
crushed in at the doors. "Kill him! kill him!" they yelled.
"Shoot every cursed Yankee in the house!" Just then all the
bells in the city began to toll. It was the preconcerted signal
of slaughter, and now the horrors of the day began.

The disloyalist ruffians rushed in with pistols, knives and
clubs, and commenced their appointed work of murder. Resistance
was hopeless. The Convention broke up in the wildest confusion,
some of its members falling dead, and many mortally wounded in
the hall, while a few who could, fled. The Union men saw that
they were doomed. Instead of protecting them, and arresting the
rioters at the firing of the first shot, as with their force
they could easily have done, _the police headed the attack_,
and there is reason to believe that one of their number fired
the first shot.

Mr. Horton received five balls in his body, and fell. These
balls were fired by policemen. Not satisfied with their
work, they seized him, battered his head with their billies,
stabbed him, kicked and dragged him on the pavements to the
first station, the mob following behind, cursing, beating and
trampling him with their shoes. Thrusting him into a cell, he
was left mangled and senseless.

Meantime the shopkeepers of the city had closed their stores,
and strolled about, gratified spectators of the fiendish
carnival, greeting the murderers of Horton, and every squad of
policemen that passed them dragging a bleeding loyalist, with
shouts of "Good! good! Kill the white nigger."

Around the Mechanics' Institute and in the adjacent streets
upwards of one hundred negroes lay weltering in their blood,
and the dead carts drove by loaded with warm corpses and
bodies of the wounded still writhing with life, all tumbled
indiscriminately together.

In one of these carts the mangled Horton was flung, after lying
awhile at the station-house, and under a stifling load of dead
and wounded negroes, his stomach crushed in by a blow of a
heavy plank, he was taken to the Marine Hospital.

Furious with the taste of blood, the police and their fellow
Thugs raged up and down some of the streets of the city,
calling out the names of well-known loyalists, declaring their
intention to slaughter every Union man in New Orleans. In the
midst of the excitement and carnage, the bayonets of Federal
troops appeared, and further murder was prevented. The mob
dispersed, and the blood-stained streets, and battered windows,
and muffled groans from distant hospital wards alone testified
to the horrors of the 30th of July.

As the hours of that bloody day passed, the wife of Mr. Horton
waited at her home, five miles distant, for his return. Three
o'clock came, the limit he had set for his absence. She looked
long and anxiously to catch a glimpse of him approaching along
the familiar street. He did not come, and her anxiety grew into
alarm. To add to her terror, a breathless messenger arrived
at her residence, and warned her that she would not be safe
there that night, for trouble had happened at the State-House,
and the secessionists were searching for all the Unionists in
the city and suburbs. Hastily summoning the negro servant, she
told her to bar the doors and windows, and with a few hurried
preparations then set off for the city, to learn the fate of
her husband.

Having formerly boarded with a Mrs. E----, she took her way
first to her house, and made known her anxious errand. She was
told of the riot and massacre, and at once feared the worst.
Several young men who boarded at the house volunteered to
search for Mr. Horton. They returned late in the evening, but
could give her no news, save that he had been badly wounded.
They dared not communicate their own convictions of his fate.

Only the darkness of the dangerous streets and the restraint of
friends prevented the almost distracted woman from going forth
that night to continue the search herself. As it was, the night
brought no sleep to her eyes, and as soon as it was morning she
started on her sad errand.

Information had been received through the city papers that Gen.
Baird, the military commandant, had released all who had been
arrested and confined by the police, giving the name of her
husband among the rest, and stating that he had returned home.
Acting on this representation, she went alone to Carrolton,
but only to return by the next train. He was not there.
Without waiting for breakfast she set off for Gen. Baird's
headquarters; a young Methodist clergyman, Mr. Henry, one of
Mrs. E----'s boarders, insisting on being her company.

No sooner did Gen. Baird see Mrs. Horton and knew who she was,
than he expressed much surprise that her husband had not been
seen, and told her he had ordered his release. Perhaps she
would find him at the City Hall. To this place she immediately
went, but she searched in vain. He had not been there. She then
hurried to the First Police Station, determined to wring from
the brutal officers a confession of what they had done with
her husband. Entering the office, she forced her way within
the rails, and asked of the clerk what had been done with her
husband. The man declared that "Preacher Horton" had been sent
by him to Charity Hospital, and she at once hurried thither.
Again she was disappointed. He had not been seen there! (The
truth was, the cart which carried Mr. Horton's body had stopped
there, and been sent away, as it appeared to be occupied only
by blacks.) The horrible idea now suggested itself to the
afflicted woman that her husband had been conveyed away with a
load of dead bodies, and had been buried alive, but, as a last
resort, she determined to visit the Marine Hospital. This was
in a low and distant part of the city, and devoted entirely to
negroes, and she could not have believed he would be carried
there by his worst enemies, but at a friend's suggestion she
sought the place, still accompanied by Mr. Henry.

Arrived at the gate, she was refused entrance, but catching a
glimpse of Dr. Harris, the head surgeon, whom she knew, she
called to him, and asked him if her husband was there. Dr.
Harris could give her no positive assurance, but immediately
ordered the servant to admit her. Forgetting her weariness
in her joy that her long quest had at last succeeded, the
faithful woman bounded up the steps, and without waiting to be
directed, rushed in among the patients, found out her husband,
and sank exhausted upon his bosom. What a spectacle! The form
she loved a bruised and helpless mass of flesh and blood, his
head swollen to the size of two, his left arm useless, and his
right shattered and mangled. He moved perpetually about with
the restless, nervous gestures of a dreaming infant. So badly
trampled and beaten was his head and face that his eyes were
blinded, and a painful retching, produced by the injuries to
his stomach, obstructed his breath and speech. But through all
the anguish and darkness of his wreck he knew his wife. That
she should have recognized him is a miracle to all who do not
understand the inspired sagacity of a wife's affection.

"Wipe my face, Emma," he gasped, as if she had been bending
over him ever since he fell.

Worn and broken-hearted, the poor woman sat down by her
husband's side, and tried to strengthen herself for the task of
soothing and comforting his last hours, for she knew too well
that he could not live. Nineteen long hours she had searched
for him, and now to find him thus!

Few comforts were to be found in that hospital, though the
attendants, seeing her distress, evidently meant to treat
her kindly. Up to this time the wounded man had lain in the
warden's room, but on the next morning, which was Wednesday,
he was removed to a more airy apartment. The operation of
trepanning was then performed on his head, though with little
hope of permanent benefit. When this was over, and the burden
upon his brain was thus relieved, the sufferer looked up and
repeated,

"When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I'll bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

"Should earth against my soul engage--"

Here weakness prevented him, and he whispered to his wife,

"You finish it."

He slept a good deal, but seemed always conscious of his wife's
presence, frequently putting up his restless hand to touch
her face, and remind himself, in his blindness, of her loved
features. When he talked, it was of his unfinished work, his
conviction of the justice of the cause in which he fell, his
anxieties for his wife, left alone in a cruel world, and of his
enemies and murderers always forgivingly, as if they knew not
what they did. At different times, too, he spoke of the riot,
relating facts and incidents as I have set them down.

It afflicted him much to leave his wife penniless. He had had a
little money in his pocket when he came to the Convention, but
that, with the gold studs in his bosom, had been plundered by
some of the ruffians who took part in mutilating his person.

Thus he lingered until the sixth day after his injury. When
the morning of Sunday, the 5th of August, came, he remembered
that he had an appointment to exchange pulpits with a colored
brother in the city, and said,

"Emma, we must send word to Bro. Miles that I can't come. I
don't feel quite well enough to preach."

As time went on, his mind began to wander, and he fancied
himself in his own pulpit. He invoked the Divine blessing, he
gave out a hymn and sung, wounded and suffering as he was;
his wife, who wept as she thought of the melody of his own
fine voice, joining him at his request, half choked by her
tears. Then he prayed with her, sung again, and preached,
taking for his text, "Out of the abundance of the heart the
mouth speaketh." After these exercises, he expressed his wish
to close with the Lord's Supper, and immediately began the
beautiful ceremony. His wife, anxious to gratify him, skilfully
aided with such meagre conveniences as were at hand, to carry
out his touching fancy. He partook with her what seemed to him
the symbolic bread and wine.

"We both drink from the same cup, Emma," said he.

Another hymn, a benediction, and the sufferer began to grow
weak, as if, indeed, his work was done.

"I am going now, Emma," he whispered. "I'm sorry you can't come
with me. In the fall you'll come."

Then there were no more connected sentences, but incoherent
syllables of prayer, and whispers of saintly hope, "In the
vale--the vale--home yonder--good-by," and at six o'clock that
Sabbath evening the gentle-spirited Horton fell asleep in Jesus.

Thus perished a martyr to freedom and equal rights, as sincere
and pure a man as God ever welcomed "through great tribulation"
to the immortal pleasures of His presence.

To the tender consideration of her friends, never so numerous
as now, and to the merciful consolation of Almighty God, who
never pitied her as He now pities her, we commend the weeping
widow, and pray that she may long live to share the honor of
her martyred husband's fame.

THERON BROWN.

* * * * *

MONSON, MASS., _May 27th, 1874_.

A. E. HORTON, ESQ.

_My Dear Sir_: I have received several copies of the "_San
Diego Union_," the last No., April 30, also a copy of the
"_World_," March 20th, which contains a picture of San Diego.
Also a sketch of the city on a small sheet, which gives an
account of the origin of the new city, and of your relation to
it as the founder and the source of its enterprise.

For these favors I desire to express my cordial thanks. The
growth of your new city is indeed wonderful, and a brilliant
future is certain to come. Were I a young man, the temptation
would be strong to cross the continent and join in your great
enterprise. But my future is short, and must be devoted to the
commemoration of the past.

It has so happened that in my work as the genealogist of my
native town of Union, I have recently devoted special efforts
to the two families of _Horton_ and _Burleigh_. Dr. Horton, of
Terrytown, Pa., proposes to publish the annals of the Horton
family in this country, nearly all of whom are the posterity of
BARNABAS, who came from England.

I have in charge the genealogy of Rev. Ezra Horton, your
grandfather, and have nearly completed the collection of nearly
all his descendants of the fourth generation (to which you
belong), from Rev. Ezra, of Union. I have the names, with dates
of birth, of three of your father's children who (including
yourself) were born in Union. The rest of your father's family
I have not. I desire very much to obtain a complete list of
all the children of your father's family, with date of births,
marriages, and deaths, so far as possible. I understand that
your father is still living, though at an advanced age. I have
an obituary notice of your mother, published in a San Diego
paper soon after her death, a year ago last March.

Rev. Lucien Burleigh, the son of _Rinaldo Burleigh_, of
Plainfield, Conn., is endeavoring to obtain a complete record
of all the descendants of _John Burleigh_, the first comer of
the name to which your mother belonged. Your mother was first
cousin to Rinaldo Burleigh, who was a long time Principal of
Plainfield Academy, and the father of a number of sons who are
well known as writers, and as editors.

I visited Union last week, and saw my uncle, Capt. Chauncey
Paul, and his wife, whose name before marriage was Polly
Armour, daughter of John Armour. They both recollect your
father and mother. John Armour was a near neighbor of Mr. Jacob
Burleigh, and the children of the families grew up together.

The effort of Rev. Lucien Burleigh will result in obtaining
full accounts of all branches of his family. I was able to give
him a full account of the children of the first comer, _John_,
and his wife, _Meriam Fuller_, whose ancestry I have traced far
back among the early settlers of Willington and Ashford, in
Conn., and in Rehoboth, Mass.

My interest in the two families of Horton and Burleigh, arises
not from the recent efforts to procure genealogies of those
two families by parties specially interested. I have long been
engaged in collecting facts pertaining to the history of Union,
my native town. I have made it a point to study the history of
all the early settlers and long residents. I have traced the
ancestry of very many back to England and Scotland, through the
Scotch-Irish emigration, which took place nearly one hundred
and sixty years ago. Very many of the early settlers of Union
were Scotch-Irish--as the Pauls, the Lawlors, the Moores, the
Armours, the Crawfords, the McNalls, and others who, like all
the race, were genuine Scotch in their character, and were
among the best of the emigrants of the olden times. They were
not connected at all with the modern or ancient Irish race.

The Hortons, Burleighs, and Laflins were genuine Englishmen in
their ancestry. So were the Fosters, the Badgers, the Sessions,
the Newells, the Loomises, the Abbotts, and the Waleses.

From that little town, a great many enterprising emigrants have
gone forth to people the mighty West. The people of Union,
in respect to enterprise and education, are higher than the
average emigration of towns in Connecticut and Massachusetts.
My long and patient explorations into the history of Union, has
led me to such results as that I am not ashamed of the fame or
the name of my native town.

Having lost all my own children, and always cherishing a
sincere regard for the people of Union, I determined long ago
to find out all I could of their history and the fortunes of
their descendants.

The old town holds its own in population and in valuation. I
have a good memory of all who have lived there during the last
half century, and I think the town is as respectable now as it
was in my childhood. Some of the worthy names of the olden time
have wholly gone; though the descendants of some remain.

It is an interesting circumstance, that from that little town
_you_ have gone forth, and on the other side of the new world
have laid the foundations of a great city. Thus New England has
sent forth its best mind and muscle to build up new States in
this greatest Empire of freemen the sun has ever shone upon.

New England was founded by the best people of Old England
and Scotland. I like to look back, and also forward. It is
well that all parts of our great country can be able to trace
their origin to common sources. Great as are the intervening
distances in time and space which separate the different
generations, yet are they not wholly severed in interest, nor
ought they to be separated in sympathy. I hope that my long
studies in relation to the families of my native town, will
be of some benefit in making those of the same name somewhat
acquainted with each other; or at least it will prevent those
who are of kindred race and blood from utter forgetfulness of
each other.

Very Truly Yours,

C. HAMMOND.

The Rev. Mr. Hammond, writer of the foregoing letter, is, and has been for many years past, the Principal of Monson Academy. His work is nearly ready for the press. Prof. Hammond kindly furnished us the records of the descendants of the Rev. Ezra Horton, of Union, which will also appear more fully in his history of Union.

SUBSCRIBERS.

Subscribers. Copies. Amount.

Milton Horton, 3 $9 00
Benjamin Horton, 3 7 50
Hon. Frost Horton, 10 125 00
V. R. W. Horton, 1 3 00
Geo. W. Horton, 1 3 00
Capt. James E. Horton, 3 7 50
B. Bailey Horton, 1 3 00
Milicent H. Lee, 4 10 00
Cyrus B. Horton, 1 3 00
Stuart T. Terry, 2 5 00
Lucien Horton, 4 10 00
Stephen Horton, 2 5 00
James Horton, 1 3 00
Wm. H. Horton, 1 3 00
Walter Horton, 1 3 00
Geo. W. Thompson, 2 10 00
Webb Horton, 4 10 00
Hon. A. H. Horton, 4 10 00
Mrs. Mary Horton, 1 3 00
Dea. J. W. Horton, 8 13 25
Norman Horton, 1 3 00
George Horton, 2 5 00
Le Roy De Horton, 2 5 00
Rev. Wm. H. Thompson, 3 7 50
Prof. E. H. Cleveland, 2 $5 00
Mrs. J. W. Gardner, 2 5 00
Gurdon B. Horton, 4 10 00
Geo. W. Horton, 2 5 00
David C. Horton, 2 5 00
Mrs. Sawyer and Mrs. Austin, 2 10 00
Prof. D. P. Horton, 2 5 00
T. K. Horton, 6 15 00
J. Elbert Horton, 1 3 00
Mrs. Mary Welles, 2 5 00
Gordon Horton, 1 3 00
H. L. Horton, 10 100 00
A. E. Horton, 12 100 00
Mrs. A. C. Ryder, 1 3 00
Frank Bruce Ryder, 1 3 00
Stephen O. Horton, 2 6 00
Hon. T. J. Ingham, 3 10 00
Parshall T. Horton, 4 10 00
James Usher, 2 5 00
Hon. Wm. Horton, 3 10 00
Joseph M. Horton, 2 5 00
E. M. Horton, 5 15 00

100 copies subscribed for, on which nothing has yet been paid.

TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE

The two Indexes are incomplete and contain many errors. With a few
exceptions these errors have not been adjusted; one valid page
number has been added to an entry when none was present in the
original Index. See below.

Obvious typographical errors and punctuation errors have been
corrected after careful comparison with other occurrences within
the text and consultation of external sources.

Except for those changes noted below, all misspellings in the text,
and inconsistent or archaic usage, have been retained. For example,
real-estate, real estate; heir-loom, heirloom; first class,
first-class; manumitted; cotemporary.

Pg xiii, 'History, vol. 1' replaced by 'History, vol. i'.
Pg xiii, 'ffremen and servants' replaced by 'freemen and servants'.
Pg 10, missing heading '_Second Generation.--Caleb I._' inserted.
Pg 16, 'wildness was soon' replaced by 'wilderness was soon'.
Pg 16, 'David Horton and Esther Lane' replaced by 'Daniel Horton and
Esther Lane'.
Pg 18, 'whip Bully Horton' replaced by 'whip Billy Horton'.
Pg 24, heading 'JOSEPH I.' changed to '_Joseph I._' for consistency.
Pg 26, 'He and and his two' replaced by 'He and his two'.
Pg 30, 'Abbey Gos ' replaced by 'Abbey Gaspar'.
Pg 37, 'Ohio Cavalary' replaced by 'Ohio Cavalry'.
Pg 38, '21 January' replaced by 'died 21 January'.
Pg 38, Duplicate heading "Eighth Generation.--Joseph I." removed
from the text. (Correct heading is on Pg 41.)
Pg 60, 'the Claas of 1849' replaced by 'the Class of 1849'.
Pg 63, '1. Mary Emeline' replaced by '2. Mary Emeline'.
Pg 72, 'Anna Vandevort' replaced by 'Anna Van Devort'.
Pg 79, 'Terra Haute' replaced by 'Terre Haute'.
Pg 84, '4. Julia Ann' replaced by '3. Julia Ann'.
Pg 95, 'By second wife' replaced by 'By second husband'.
Pg 95, 'Lambertsville' replaced by 'Lambertville'.
Pg 96, 'born at Beemerville:' replaced by 'born at Beemersville:'.
Pg 116, 'Rebecca Preist' replaced by 'Rebecca Priest'.
Pg 120, '5. William Henry' replaced by '6. William Henry'.
Pg 127, 'Libbeus L. Vail' replaced by 'Lebbeus L. Vail'.
Pg 128, 'Daniel Skilenger' replaced by 'Daniel Skellinger'.
Pg 128, 'He did in Wayland' replaced by 'He died in Wayland'.
Pg 139, 'Lambertsville, 13' replaced by 'Lambertville, 13'.
Pg 160, 'among the the Kansas' replaced by 'among the Kansas'.
Pg 164, 'lawyer and politican' replaced by 'lawyer and politician'.
Pg 164, 'Lemira Louisa' replaced by 'Lamira Louisa'.
Pg 169, 'Lambertvile, 1' replaced by 'Lambertville, 1'.
Pg 170, 'Genessee Co.' replaced by 'Genesee Co.'.
Pg 176, 'Nelson Cutting' replaced by 'Nelson Cutter'.
Pg 195, 'he was lead' replaced by 'he was led'.
Pg 201, 'Elizabeth Marsters' replaced by 'Elizabeth Masters'.
Pg 213, 'Carriboo mining' replaced by 'Cariboo mining'.
Pg 213, 'his inquistiveness' replaced by 'his inquisitiveness'.
Pg 218, 'Elizabeth Hurlbutt' replaced by 'Elizabeth Hurlburt'.

In the Index of Horton Christian (first) names:
Alvord, replaced by 'Alvor'.
Angeline Margaret, page number '197' added.
Archibald, page number '87' added.
Ariadne, page number '157' added.
David Snyker, replaced by 'David Snyder'.
Edward Delany, page number '34' added.
Eugene, page number '4' replaced by '40'.
Eunice Martha, page number '141' added.
Frank A, page number '30' added.
Haskell V, page number '177' added.
John Gillett, page number '176' added.
Justin, page number '69' added.
Lamira Louisa, page number '164' added.
Lemira Louisa, removed.
Liberty, page number '173' added.
Martha Louisa, page number '37' added.

In the Index of surnames:
Budd, page number '9' added.
Closson, page number '139' added.
Cortright, replaced by 'Cortwright'.
De Poe, page number '96' added.
Fitzpatrick, page number '138' added.
Gaylord, '443' replaced by '143'.
Hewitt, page number '60' added.
Hofford, page number '176' added.
Holbrook, page number '204' added.
Lafflin, replaced by 'Laflin' and page number '189' added.
L'Hommedien, replaced by 'L'Hommedieu' and '185' added.
Mills, page number '22' added.
Noel, replaced by 'Noell'.
Pinney, page number '162' added.
Service, page number '92' added.
Skillinger, replaced by 'Skellinger'.
Strong, two entries combined into '24, 190'.
Studdiford, page number '139' added.
Twist, page number '131' added.