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The History of the Several Towns, Manors, and Patents of the County of Westchester (1881 revised edition, Vol. I)

Bolton, Robert Jr. The History of the Several Towns, Manors, and Patents of the County of Westchester, from its First Settlement to the Present Time, Vol. I. New York: Charles F. Roper, 1881. Revised posthumous edition. 288 words

Thus terminated the short and sad career of the first rector of this parish, whose " only crime was, that he was a clergyman of the Church of England, and of course attached to the government and the constitution of Church and State." The names of Townsend, Avery and Babcock, belong to the catalogue of worthies, who once faithful soldiers of Christ's Church Militant, are now singing praises to Him who redeemed them with His Blood, in the Church Triumphant above. The last account the Venerable Society received of their faithful missionary was the following :

MR. INGLIS TO THE SECRETARY.

V Nbw York, Nov. 26th, 1T79. Rbv. Sib : -- Mr. Townsend, the Society's missionary for Salem in this Province, after being driven within the King's lines by the Rebels was appointed

a New York, M3S. from archives at Fulham, toI. ii. 621, 622, 623, 624. (Eawks.)

HISTORY OF THE COUNTY OF "WESTCHESTER.

chaplain to one of the new raised loyal battelions. His battalion was ordered for Halifax, and he embarked here, with his wife and five children to join it. A violent storm rose, soon after the fleet in which he sailed left Sandy Hook, the fleet was dispersed, several of the ships perished, and poor Townsend has not since been heard of. I greatly fear the vessel in which he went has shared the same fate."**

"Sleep on -- sleep on -- the glittering depths Of Ocean's coral caves : -- Are thy bright urn -- thy requiem The music of its waves : -- The purple gems for ever bum In fadeless beauty round thy urn ; And pure and deep as infant love, The blue sea rolls its waves above."-- G. D. Peentice.