About Me

Growing up in a small New England town with a mother who was an antiquarian it was inevitable that I would be exposed to old things. After graduating from UMass/Amherst I lived in Connecticut, taught school, married, and raised three children in suburbia. A move to Newburyport MA renewed my interest in all things old. This background has now evolved into research, writing, consulting and all the things I love to do.

Prudence Fish

Wednesday, January 13, 2021



            OUR CAPITOL

                                                  THE WAY IT WAS                                 

                                                        MAY 5, 1851

                               The Capitol before being enlarged after 1850

Early in the day, January 6, 2021 we innocently went about our business with no hint of the terrible events that would unfold in front of our eyes before the day was over.  In tears  millions watched the desecration of our Capitol in utter disbelief.

As the days passed the news did not get any better but while trying to digest what had happened I remembered a cherished letter written by a relative long ago.  After reading it again I knew I wanted to share it.

We are so filled with despair and disappointment.  Every day brings another blow to democracy.  Integrity, happiness and a sense of well-being are at an all-time low.  It wasn't always this way!

The writer of the letter was George Bryant born in Paris, Maine in 1830.  His great grandparents had settled in Maine, still part of Massachusetts, soon after the Revolution when several families made the trek to the District of Maine from Plymouth County, Massachusetts.  They cleared the fields and built their houses.  When the hardest days were over twenty one year old George was in the state of Virginia having traveled to Washington by train from Boston.  George Bryant had wonderful penmanship.  Today we would call him a caligrapher but he called himself a teacher of chirography which meant penmanship. It was said that he hoped to write calling cards for the senators. 

                                                    George Bryant's Caligraphy
The year was 1851 and he wrote a letter to his grandfather, Arodus Bryant, back home on a hillside in Paris, Maine.  What follows in the letter is his account of the trip.  The excitement and the feelings of patriotism he felt as he saw the nation's capitol for the first time are almost palpable.  The letter was saved and a copy miraculously came to me from another descendant in New Jersey now an internet acquaintance.

This young man was a farm boy from Maine living on a two hundred acre farm, and yet, he wrote with eloquence and clearly was well informed.  These rural New Englanders were educated and lived their lives with dignity.

                                       Caligrapher George Bryant with his quill pen

Dear Grandfather,

   Thinking that a letter from "Old Virginia: might interest you while sunning yourself by those front windows, I have resolved to write you one and give you a short account of my travels thus far and to describe to some extent the manner and customs of these people here.  Yet I hope to give you a more detailed and interesting account when I return home as this must necessarily be very limited and superficial.

   I intend to make you a long visit of one week when I get back in order to make up for what I have lost.  I as much intended to make you a visit while at home, as one could but the day appointed was stormy and the only day I could before starting if I went at the time agreed upon.

   I will give you a line about my journey.

   We started from Boston at 1:00 o'clock in the morning with an excursion party bound for Washington. The tickets were for the whole trip to Washington and back so I had to buy a ticket for the trip at risk of not being able to sell the back half, which it was my good luck to do before I got to New York.

   We arrived at New York about 1:00 o'clock in the afternoon and could have gone to Philadelphia that night if our tickets had been on this route so we were obliged to stop until the next day at noon. We then started for Philadelphia and arrived there at 5:00 PM and after waiting three or four hours, we took the cars for Baltimore and after riding all night we arrived there about 5:00 in the morning.  We then took the cars for Washington and in less than 2 hours were in the City of Washington.

   And according to the nature of all Americans, the first thing to look for was the magnificent building known the world over as the CAPITOL OF THE UNITED STATES.   As we got out of the depot behold, there it stood, a most magnificent edifice upon a rise of ground not more than 40 rods from the depot.

   Without further ceremony and with hurried step we all rushed up the avenue which led to its entrance and after ascending many stone steps, more noble than I ever before imagined, we came to the long anticipated spot.  And here we beheld architecture approximating as near to perfection, seemingly, as art or science ever can produce.  But with this we were not satisfied.  We longed to see the great men and renowned patriots of the ages, but this session hour being at the late hour of 12:00, we spent our time exploring the building and examining the (illegible word) connected with it.

These alone are enough to interest one for days.  At length the session drew nigh and we all
repaired to the House and Senate galleries.  You can scarcely imagine our feeling of sublimity as we mused upon the scene.

   We were in the far-famed apartment that for many years has thundered with a nation's eloquence and poured forth a nation's sentiments. Here, too, the courts transpire which fill the public print throughout the land stimulating every mind from the school-boy to the gray-haired veteran, and here is where men have gained a distinction that shall render their names immortal and mingle them with a nation's glory in all coming time. Here too is concentrated the pathetic strife of more than 20 million of the human race.  Here Clay and Webster are wont to raise their voices resounding from Maine to Mexico/

   As we were thus wrapped in sublime meditation, Thomas Benton came in with a lion's authority stamped upon his countenance.  He took his seat and began looking over some books and papers.  He had come in a little before the rest and we soon learned that he was about to make a speech.  In a short time they all came in and took their seats, many of which we recognized by their likeness in books and frames.

   If you have a picture of Henry Clay you know just how he looks.  I think he has the best shrewd, self-possessing and eloquent expression ever beheld.  Cass wears an expression very intelligent and noble in appearance but I suppose you would have one speak about a Whig rather than old Lewis Cass, if he is a much smaller man. I would gladly go on giving a description of things connected with the Capitol but it is getting near bedtime and the sheet is nearly full.

   I will just say that we heard Benton make a speech followed by one from Clay.  As I had but little time to spend in Washington I made it in my way to visit most of the public buildings but was most interested in the Patent Office where I saw the old original Constitution, the military coat and equipment worn by the immortal Washington, Franklin's old printing press and a thousand other things of interest which have not room here to insert.

   I am in Virginia and enjoying myself pretty well.  It is cold here for the time of year and very changeable.  There is not so much difference between seed time here and in Maine as I supposed.  Many are not half through planting yet.  It was warm here the last of February as it is now.

   I should be happy to have a letter.  I have written this in great haste and you must not take it to be a fair specimen of my writing but excuse it.

Yours ever, 

George Bryant 

Sadly, this young man, born May 9, 1830, well educated and with such promise and enthusiasm for life died on June 17, 1852 a year after he wrote the letter.  He was only twenty two years old but had experienced more than most his age, who were brought up in the District of Maine.  He was buried in the neighborhood cemetery just over the stone wall from the house he called home.

The Bryant Homestead in East Oxford, Maine
                                                                 Built 1798

George Bryant celebrated America and rejoiced in being an American  He was in awe of the leaders in the Senate and thrilled to see them, hear them and witness them in action.  There was no hint of division, disorder or protest on the streets of Washington: and no thugs storming the capitol.  Respect for their conscientious leaders was the order of the day.

How ignorant and pathetic are those murderous hoodlums that took over the Capitol on January 6, 2021. Where is the dignity and respect that flourished in years gone by?  

Today, one hundred and sixty nine years since George Bryant expressed himself with such joy, passion and patriotism, Washington has become a different place.

RIP George Bryant

                             Shepards Field Cemetery, burial place of George Bryant


  1. Hello Pru, I thank you for this post. George Bryant reminds me of the type of American that I am proud to be associated with. What a pity that he died so young, but not before registering the excitement of being part of young America, and wanting to build his country up instead of tearing it apart.

    I hope that you are doing well.

    Take care,

  2. Hello Pru, Thank you for your blog it is very insightful. My husband and I are in the processes of buying an old home in Mass, circa 1680. I was wondering if you have information about upstairs floor plans for these center chimney homes. Any help would be helpful. Ours has a front and rear staircase and two rooms that our chained together.