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Martin, George
d. BET. 19 JAN 1683 - 23 NOV 1686 Amesbury, MA
Family:Spouse: Hannah,Family:
d. 1646 Salisbury, MA
Children:Martin, Hannah
b. 1 FEB 1644 Salisbury, MAMarriage:11 AUG 1646 Salisbury, MALife History:
Spouse: North, Susanna
b. 30 SEP 1621 Olney, Buckinghamshire, England (baptism)
d. 19 JUL 1692 Salem, MA
Parents:Father: North, Richard
Mother: Bartram, JoanGeorge came from England in the employ of Samuel Winsley about 1639. He was a commoner when he bought John Cole's rights in 1643, in Salisbury, MA. He took the oath of fidelity in March 1646, and again in 1677. His petition to the general court, 1648, was referred to the Hampton court. In 1648 Susannah was fined 20 shillings for an unnamed offense. George was a blacksmith by trade, and lived west of the Powow river as early as 1649. Salisbury Town Records: "3d: (12th) mo 1650 "Also att ye same meeting it was ordered yt all whose names are here vnder written, shalbe accompted townesmen & Comoners, & none butt them, to this prsent, that is to say...George Martin" "Mr Wosters rate for 30ls: the 25: of December 1650...George Martyn...3s 6d" When the inhabitants of Salisbury, Hampton, Newbury, Haverhill, and Andover, petitioned the General Court to revoke a sentence against Robert Pike, the Court resented the matter so deeply that most of the signers were required to apologize. Samuel Hall, Philip Challis, Joseph Fletcher, Andrew Greeley, and George Martin, of Salis.; John Emery, Sen., of Nb., and nine others, who insisted on the right of petition, had "not given satisfaction," and were, in 1654, required to give bonds and "answers for their offense before the County Courts." He was an original commoner and lot layer in Amesbury in 1654-55 and received several grants in what is now Amesbury, from 1654 to 1664. In 1667 George objected to Susanna's seat placement in the meeting house. In 1669 William Sargent, Jr made accusation against Susanna in that "...said Martyn's wife had a child at Capt. Wiggins and was wringing its neck in Capt. Wiggins' stable, when a man entered, and she took him by the collar and told him she would be the death of him if he told." A supporting statement was given by Thomas Sargent "that George Marttin (her son) was a bastard and Richard Marttin was Goodwife Marttin's imp," (a witch's familiar.). George was required to post 100 pounds bond to appear in court on a charge of witchcraft. On April 1, 1669 George sued Thomas and William Sargent, Jr. "...for saying his wife was a witch and he would call her a witch." Charges were dropped against Thomas Sargent and William was found guilty of accusing Susanna of " fornication and infanticide" and George was awarded "a white wampam peague or the eighth part of a penny damage." The magistrates acquitted William Sargent of witchcraft slander, although, "the Court (jury) did not agree." In October, 1669 George Martin was sued by Christopher Bartlett because Susanna had called him a liar and a thief. The verdict was against George and Susanna. At that same court session, their son Richard was "presented by the grand jury at the Salisbury Court, 1669, for abusing his father and throwing him down, taking away his clothes and holding up an axe against him." The court found him guilty and sentenced Richard to be "whipped ten stripes." In 1671, George and Susanna (her sister Mary Jones would join them later) became involved in lengthy litigation over Richard North's estate. In October 1674, their inheritance would be lost when the court found against them. George's will was dated January 19, 1683, and proved November 23, 1686. On April 30, 1692 an arrest warrant was issued for Susanna Martin citing charges of witchcraft. On May 02, 1692 she was arrested
http://www.chivalry.com/cantaria/lyrics/susannamartin.htmlIn 1696 12 jurors from the trials asked for forgivness of all whom they justly offended. In 1706 Ann Putnam, one of the afflicted girls, asked for pardon by confessing in the meeting house; where she was forgiven. In 1709 twenty-one witches and children of witches, asked that their reputations be restored and also for compensation; although Susanna's children never applied for nor received anything. In 1711 all, with the exception of Bridget Bishop, Susannah Martin, Wilmot Reed, Alice Parker, Margaret Scott, and Ann Pudeator, accused of, condemned as, and executed as witches were exonerated, the Court Judgments reversed, and the Colony appropriated 578 pounds and 12 shillings to be paid to the heirs of those executed. John Greenleaf Whittier erected a memorial to Susanna:Let Goody Martin rest in peace,Susannah was the inspiration of his poem "A Witches Daughter":
I never knew her harm a fly,
And witch or not - God knows - not I?
I know who swore her life away;
And as God lives, I'd not condemn
An Indian dog on word of them.I call the old time back : I bring my layA descendant of Susanna's also erected a memorial
In tender memory of the summer day
When, where our native river lapsed away,
We dreamed it over, while the thrushes made
Songs of their own, and the great pine-trees laid
On warm noonlights the masses of their shade.
And she was with us, living o'er again
Her life in ours, despite of years and pain, -
The Autumn's brightness after latter rain.
Beautiful in her holy peace as one
Who stands, at evening, when the work is done,
Glorified in the setting of the sun !
Her memory makes our common landscape seem
Fairer than any of which painters dream ;
Lights the brown hills and sings in every stream ;
For she whose speech was always truth's pure gold
Heard, not unpleased, its simple legends told,
And loved with us the beautiful and old.
I. THE RIVER VALLEY
Across the level tableland,
A grassy, rarely trodden way,
With thinnest skirt of birchen spray
And stunted growth of cedar, leads
To where you see the dull plain fall
Sheer off, steep-slanted, ploughed by all
The seasons' rainfalls. On its brink
The over-leaning harebells swing,
With roots half bare the pine-trees cling ;
And, through the shadow looking west,
You see the wavering river flow
Along a vale, that far below
Holds to the sun, the sheltering hills
And glimmering water-line between,
Broad fields of corn and meadows green,
And fruit-bent orchards grouped around
The low brown roofs and painted eaves,
And chimney-tops half hid in leaves.
No warmer valley hides behind
Yon wind-scourged sand-dunes, cold and bleak ;
No fairer river comes to seek
The wave-sung welcome of the sea,
Or mark the northmost border line
Of sun-loved growths of nut and vine.
Here, ground-fast in their native fields,
Untempted by the city's gain,
The quiet farmer folk remain
Who bear the pleasant name of Friends,
And keep their fathers' gentle ways
And simple speech of Bible days ;
In whose neat homesteads woman holds
With modest ease her equal place,
And wears upon her tranquil face
The look of one who, merging not
Her self-hood in another's will,
Is love's and duty's handmaid still.
Pass with me down the path that winds
Through birches to the open land,
Where, close upon the river strand
You mark a cellar, vine o'errun,
Above whose wall of loosened stones
The sumach lifts its reddening cones,
And the black nightshade's berries shine,
And broad, unsightly burdocks fold
The houshold ruin, century-old.
Here, in the dim colonial time
Of sterner lives and gloomier faith,
A woman lived, tradition saith,
Who wrought her neighbors foul annoy,
And witched and plagued the county side,
Till at the hangman's hand she died.
Sit with me while the westering day
Falls slantwise down the quiet vale,
And, haply ere yon loitering sail,
That rounds the upper headland, falls
Below Deer Island's pines, or sees
Behind it Hawkswood's belt of trees
Rise black against the sinking sun,
My idyl of its days of old,
The valley's legend, shall be told.
II. THE HUSKING
It was the pleasant harvest-time,
When cellar-bins are closely stowed,
And garrets bend beneath their load,
And the old swallow-haunted barns, -
Brown-gabled, long, and full of seams
Through which the moted sunlight streams,
And winds blow freshly in, to shake
The red plumes of the roosted cocks,
And the loose hay-mow's scented locks, -
Are filled with summer's ripened stores,
Its odorous grass and barley sheaves,
From their low scaffolds to their eaves.
On Esek Harden's oaken floor,
With many an autumn threshing worn,
Lay the heaped ears of unhusked corn.
And thither came young men and maids,
Beneath a moon that, large and low,
Lit that sweet eve of long ago.
They took their places ; some by chance,
And others by a merry voice
Or sweet smile guided to their choice.
How pleasantly the rising moon
Between the shadow of the mows,
Looked on them through the great elm-boughs !
On sturdy boyhood, sun-embrowned,
On girlhood with its solid curves
Of healthful strength and painless nerves!
And jests went round, and laughs that made
The house-dog answer with his howl,
And kept astir the barn-yard fowl;
And quaint old songs their fathers sung
In Derby dales and Yorkshire moors,
Ere Norman William trod their shores ;
And tales, whose merry license shook
The fat sides of the Saxon thane,
Forgetful of the hovering Dane, -
Rude plays to Celt and Cimbri known,
The charms and riddles that beguiled
On Oxus' banks the young world's child, -
That primal picture-speech wherein
Have youth and maid the story told,
So new in each, so dateless old,
Recalling pastoral Ruth in her
Who waited, blushing and demure,
The red-ear's kiss of forfeiture.
III. THE WITCH'S DAUGHTER
But still the sweetest voice was mute
That river-valley ever heard
From lips of maid or throat of bird ;
For Mabel Martin sat apart,
And let the hay-mow's shadow fall
Upon the loveliest face of all.
She sat apart, as one forbid,
Who knew that none would condescend
To own the Witch-wife's child a friend.
The seasons scarce had gone their round,
Since curious thousands thronged to see
Her mother at the gallows-tree ;
And mocked the prison-palsied limbs
That faltered on the fatal stairs,
And wan lip trembling with its prayers !
Few questioned of the sorrowing child,
Or, when they saw the mother die,
Dreamed of the daughter's agony.
They went up to their homes that day,
As men and Christians justified :
God willed it, and the wretch had died !
Dear God and Father of us all,
Forgive our faith in cruel lies, -
Forgive the blindness that denies !
Forgive thy creature when he takes,
For the all-perfect love Thou art,
Some grim creation of his heart.
Cast down our idols, overturn
Our bloody altars ; let us see
Thyself in Thy humanity !
Young Mabel from her mother's grave
Crept to her desolate hearth-stone,
And wrestled with her fate alone ;
With love, and anger, and despair,
The phantoms of disordered sense,
The awful doubts of Providence !
Oh, dreary broke the winter days,
And dreary fell the winter nights
When, one by one, the neighboring lights
Went out, and human sounds grew still,
And all the phantom-peopled dark
Closed round her hearth-fire's dying spark
And summer days were sad and long,
And sad the uncompanioned eves,
And sadder sunset-tinted leaves,
And Indian Summer's airs of balm ;
She scarcely felt the soft caress,
The beauty died of loneliness !
The school-boys jeered her as they passed,
And, when she sought the house of prayer,
Her mother's curse pursued her there.
And still o'er many a neighboring door
She saw the horseshoe's curved charm,
To guard against her mother's harm :
That mother, poor and sick and lame,
Who daily, by the old arm-chair,
Folded her withered hands in prayer ;-
Who turned, in Salem's dreary jail,
Her worn old Bible o'er and o'er,
When her dim eyes could read no more !
Sore tried and pained, the poor girl kept
Her faith, and trusted that her way,
So dark, would somewhere meet the day.
And still her weary wheel went round
Day after day, with no relief :
Small leisure have the poor for grief.
IV. THE CHAMPION
So in the shadow Mabel sits ;
Untouched by mirth she sees and hears,
Her smile is sadder than her tears.
But cruel eyes have found her out,
And cruel lips repeat her name,
And taunt her with her mother's shame.
She answered not with railing words,
But drew her apron o'er her face,
And, sobbing, glided from the place.
And only pausing at the door,
Her sad eyes met the troubled gaze
Of one who, in her better days,
Had been her warm and steady friend,
Ere yet her mother's doom had made
Even Esek Harden half afraid.
He felt that mute appeal of tears,
And, starting, with an angry frown,
Hushed all the wicked murmurs down.
"Good neighbors mine," he sternly said,
"This passes harmless mirth or jest ;
I brook no insult to my guest.
"She is indeed her mother's child,
But God's sweet pity ministers
Unto no whiter soul than hers.
"Let Goody Martin rest in peace ;
I never knew her harm a fly,
And witch or not, God knows - not I.
"I know who swore her life away ;
And as God lives, I'd not condemn
An Indian dog on word of them."
The broadest lands in all the town,
The skill to guide, the power to awe,
Were Harden's ; and his word was law.
None dared withstand him to his face,
But one sly maiden spake aside:
"The little witch is evil-eyed !
"Her mother only killed a cow,
Or witched a churn or dairy-pan ;
But she, forsooth, must charm a man !"
V. IN THE SHADOW
Poor Mabel, homeward turning, passed
The namelass terrors of the wood,
And saw, as if a ghost pursued,
Her shadow gliding in the moon ;
The soft breath of the west-wind gave
A chill as from her mother's grave.
How dreary seemed the silent house !
Wide in the moonbeams' ghastly glare
Its windows had a dead man's stare !
And, like a gaunt and spectral hand,
The tremulous shadow of a birch
Reached out and touched the door's low porch,
As is to lift its latch ; hard by,
A sudden warning call she heard,
The night-cry of a boding bird.
She leaned against the door ; her face,
So fair, so young, so full of pain,
White in the moonlight's silver rain.
The river, on its pebbled rim,
Made music such as childhood knew ;
The door-yard tree was whispered through
By voices such as childhood's ear
Had heard in moonlights long ago ;
And through the willow-boughs below
She saw the rippled waters shine ;
Beyond, in waves of shade and light,
The hills rolled off into the night.
She saw and heard, but over all
A sense of some transforming spell,
The shadow of her sick heart fell.
And still across the wooded space
The harvest lights of Harden shone,
And song and jest and laugh went on.
And he, so gentle, true, and strong,
Of men the bravest and the best,
Had he, too, scorned her with the rest ?
She strove to drown her sense of wrong,
And, in her old and simple way,
To teach her bitter heart to pray.
Poor child ! the prayer, begun in faith,
Grew to a low, despairing cry
Of utter misery : "Let me die !
"Oh ! take me from the scornful eyes,
And hide me where the cruel speech
And mocking finger may not reach !
"I dare not breathe my mother's name :
A daughter's right I dare not crave
To weep above her unblest grave !
"Let me not live until my heart,
With few to pity, and with none
To love me, hardens into stone.
"O God ! have mercy on Thy child,
Whose faith in Thee grows weak and small,
And take me ere I lose it all !"
A shadow on the moonlight fell,
And murmuring wind and wave became
A voice whose burden was her name.
VI. THE BETROTHAL
Had then God heard her ? Had He sent
His angel down ? In flesh and blood,
Before her Esek Harden stood !
He laid his hand upon her arm :
"Dear Mabel, this no more shall be :
Who scoffs at you must scoff at me.
"You know rough Esek Harden well ;
And if he seems no suitor gay,
And if his hair is touched with gray,
"The maiden grown shall never find
His heart less warm than when she smiled,
Upon his knees a little child !"
Her tears of grief were tears of joy,
As, folded in his strong embrace,
She looked in Esek Harden's face.
"O truest friend of all !" she said,
"God bless you for your kindly thought,
And make me worthy of my lot !"
He led her forth, and, blent in one,
Beside their happy pathway ran
The shadows of the maid and man.
He led her through his dewy fields,
To where the swinging lanterns glowed,
And through the doors the huskers showed.
"Good friends and neighbors !" Esek said
"I'm weary of this lonely life ;
In Mabel see my chosen wife !
"She greets you kindly, one and all ;
The past is past, and all offence
Falls harmless from her innocence.
"Henceforth she stands no more alone ;
You know what Esek Harden is ;-
He brooks no wrong to him or his.
"Now let the merriest tales be told,
And let the sweetest songs be sung
That ever made the old heart young !
"For now the lost has found a home ;
And a lone hearth shall brighter burn,
As all the household joys return !"
Oh, pleasantly the harvest-moon,
Between the shadow of the mows,
Looked on them through the great elmboughs !
On Mabel's curls of golden hair,
On Esek's shaggy strength it fell ;
And the wind whispered, "It is well !"
"Here stood the house of Susanna Martin.In 1945 a descendant of Ann Pudeator, H. Vance Greenslit, while tracing his genealogy and ancestry, discovered that his ancestor, along with the other five mentioned above, had never been exonerated. He wrote to retired Judge Robert W. Hill, a prominent Salem attorney, who prepared a bill for petition. State Senator J. Elmer Callahan filed the petition with the clerk of the Massachusetts Senate, where it failed to pass. On March 5, 1954 a similar bill was submitted to the Massachusetts House of Representatives. In August 1957 it was finally passed and signed by Governor Furcolo. After 265 years these last six Salem witches appeared to have finally had their sentences reversed. However, on May 26, 1999 the Eagle-Tribune of Lawrence, MA published:
An honest, hardworking, Christian woman.
Accused as a witch, tried
and executed at Salem, July 19, 1692.
A martyr of superstition."
Witch's kin fight to clear family nameIn August 2000 Susannah's cradle
By John Macone
Eagle-Tribune Writer
When the chance came 288 years ago to clear Susannah Martin's name after she had been hanged as a witch, none of the Amesbury woman's children or grandchildren stepped forward in her defense.
Nine generations later, however, dozens who proudly draw their family roots to her are using the Internet to do what her children did not -- convince the Massachusetts Legislature to give Mrs. Martin some long-awaited justice.
One of those descendants is Bonnie Johnson of Columbia, Md., Mrs. Martin's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter.
''There's a lot of people who say, 'What difference does it make? She'll never know,''' said Mrs. Johnson. ''But if you believe in an afterlife, you have to believe that she would know, and that she would care.''
Yesterday, Beacon Hill lawmakers held a hearing on a bill that would officially exonerate Mrs. Martin and four other accused witches of the charges of which they were convicted and executed for in 1692.
Mrs. Martin and the other women were overlooked in 1711, when a backlash against the witchcraft hysteria caused the colonial Legislature to drop the charges against accused witches and pay damages to the survivors of those who were executed.
But the Legislature ignored six women because none of their family members appeared in court.
Another attempt to finally absolve the women was made in 1957, but the law was badly written and only cleared one of them. Paula Gauthier Keene, a Salem, Mass., resident, discovered the error last year and filed a bill to correct it.
After stories about the bill appeared in The Eagle-Tribune and other newspapers and were posted on the Internet, word spread.
Through Internet chat rooms, postings on genealogy Web sites and e-mails, Mrs. Johnson contacted descendants across the nation, informing them an effort was afoot to clear her distant relative's name.
''I posted information on (two Web sites) where I knew a bunch of folks were descendants of Susannah Martin,'' said Mrs. Johnson. ''I also personally contacted 20 to 25 other people, and asked them to spread the word.''
As was the case in 1711, none of Mrs. Martin's relatives came to the hearing yesterday to ask that her name be cleared. But several had already made their thoughts known through e-mail and letters to the Legislature.
''Some of the people I contacted sent me copies of the letters and e-mails they sent,'' said Mrs. Johnson, who also submitted a letter. ''I would have given anything to be there today, but it's a pretty long way.''
Craig D. Martin of Stow, a direct descendent, also sent a letter urging lawmakers to clear Mrs. Martin's name.
''It's hard to imagine the extreme pain and suffering that these women and their families experienced, knowing in their hearts of their innocence, not to mention the descendants who were tied to the stigma of witchcraft for years after the trials,'' he wrote.
The Judiciary Committee, which held the hearing, waded through more than 130 bills yesterday and spent little time on the witchcraft bill. The bill is actually a ''resolution,'' which the Legislature routinely passes.
Mrs. Martin was one of 20 people executed during the Salem witchcraft trials of 1692.
Like several other women who were accused of witchcraft, she was a strong-willed, outspoken, elderly widow who owned a sizeable amount of land. She had also run afoul of her neighbors in the past.
In 1669, she was accused of witchcraft, but the charges were dropped and her husband successfully sued for slander.
But when the witchcraft hysteria broke in 1692, some of her old enemies resurfaced and provided damaging testimony against her.
Mrs. Martin ridiculed much of the evidence against her, and laughed out loud when the ''afflicted girls'' writhed on the floor and screamed -- a sight that the judges deemed credible evidence of witchcraft.
Asked why she was laughing, she replied, ''Well, I may at such folly.''
Her vigorous defense and constant denials of witchcraft were ignored by the court, and she was sentenced to death June 26. Less than a month later, she and four other women were taken from their cells, put in a rickety cart, and driven to the gallows.
They were buried in a shallow grave there, and their bodies may still be there.
If the resolution passes, Mrs. Keene plans to hold a memorial service for Mrs. Martin.
Once again, the descendants plan to use the Internet to rally for Mrs. Martin and spread the word, said Mrs. Johnson.
''If the memorial service is held, I definitely plan to attend that,'' she said.
This report was prepared by Statehouse reporter John Macone. If you have questions, comments or material to add on this subject, please feel free to contact him by phone at 685-1000, by mail at Box 100, Lawrence, MA 01842, or by e-mail at jmacone@eagletribune.com.
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Martin, William
b. 11 DEC 1662 Amesbury, MA
Martin, Samuel
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