DIED - In this town [Amherst NH], March 6th, Mr. Hugh Moore, aged 87 years, a Revolutionary soldier. [The Farmers' Cabinet, 9 Mar 1854]
"Mr. Hugh Moore, a dear lover of music, played the violin some years at the old church, and afterward at the Unitarian - now Baptist - church. Those now [1882] living, who were boys and girls in Amherst fourty years ago, will recall his appearance as he crossed the common, Sunday morning, on his way to meeting, a man of massive frame, erect as a forest pine. His queue - the last seen in Amherst - nicely combed, and neatly tied with a pink or blue ribbon, hung over his coat-collar. Under his left arm he carried his violin-case, and in his right hand a stout hickory cane to aid his steps. He retained his faculties, physical and mental, remarkably, and when he had seen the snows of fourscore winters, "his eye was not dim," and his natural force but slightly abated. Seven years later age had got the mastery, and he retired to his house to suffer and die. During his last illness, Major Little, the crippled melodeon player, called upon him, and was introduced by a friend. They talked of the old Scotch songs which the veteran loved, and which Little played and sung to him, while the tears rolled down his cheeks. After an hour of enjoyment the visitor took his leave, and afterward reported that just as the door was closing he heard "Uncle Hugh" muttering to himself, "I swar, I'll pray for him, I will." [History of Amherst NH by Secomb, pgs 316-317]
DIED - In this town [Amherst NH], March 6th, Mr. Hugh Moore, aged 87 years, a Revolutionary soldier. [The Farmers' Cabinet, 9 Mar 1854]
"Mr. Hugh Moore, a dear lover of music, played the violin some years at the old church, and afterward at the Unitarian - now Baptist - church. Those now [1882] living, who were boys and girls in Amherst fourty years ago, will recall his appearance as he crossed the common, Sunday morning, on his way to meeting, a man of massive frame, erect as a forest pine. His queue - the last seen in Amherst - nicely combed, and neatly tied with a pink or blue ribbon, hung over his coat-collar. Under his left arm he carried his violin-case, and in his right hand a stout hickory cane to aid his steps. He retained his faculties, physical and mental, remarkably, and when he had seen the snows of fourscore winters, "his eye was not dim," and his natural force but slightly abated. Seven years later age had got the mastery, and he retired to his house to suffer and die. During his last illness, Major Little, the crippled melodeon player, called upon him, and was introduced by a friend. They talked of the old Scotch songs which the veteran loved, and which Little played and sung to him, while the tears rolled down his cheeks. After an hour of enjoyment the visitor took his leave, and afterward reported that just as the door was closing he heard "Uncle Hugh" muttering to himself, "I swar, I'll pray for him, I will." [History of Amherst NH by Secomb, pgs 316-317]
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HUGH MOORE / DIED / March 7, 1854, / AEt. 88 / A hero of the Revolution. //
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