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��many into the churches. He was famil- iarly known as " Reformation John." He died in Newmarket, Sept. 30, 1850, aged fifty-nine years.
Rev. Joseph A. Merrill was for some time a Presiding Elder; also Rev. Benj. R. Hoyt. Rev. George Pickering did good service in helping to organize early societies. Rev. Martin Ruter, afterwards a Doctor of Divinity, labored for a time in this State. He died in Texas, where he went to preach to the destitute.
An academy was established by this denomination in Newmarket in 1813. This was near Newfields Village, in what is now South Newmarket. Its location was too far from the village for conven- ience, but it flourished for several years. In 1824 the funds were transferred to the institution in Wilbraham, Mass. Still the academy continued its operations for
��some years later, but in 1845 the State Conference opened a seminary at San- bornton Bridge. After the buildings were burned, new ones were erected very near, in what is now Tilton.
Camp Meetings were not common till within the recollection of some now liv- ing. The first, a record of which is now at hand, was held in Sandwich in 1820. The first in Rockingham County was in Sandown, in 1823. Sprituous liquors were sold near by, which caused trouble. The following year another was held in that town. The celebrated Rev. John N. Mafflt was present. The encamp- ment was then a small affair, compared with those of more modern times. There were but about twenty tents in a circle, in which eight or ten hundred persons might be seated on rough seats.
��MALAGA.
��BY VIANNA A. CONNOR.
��[The writer is a young lady of Concord,
In one of the sunniest spots of " Sun- ny Spain " stands the quaint old city of Malaga, known to us in childhood by its delicious raisins, and, to our more ad- vanced age, by its interesting history and the conspicuous part it has borne in the political struggles of the nation.
As we enter the harbor we are enchant- ed with the beautiful scene before us. The sea, calm and lovely in its glassy stillness, the mountains, rising on and on until their dim outlines are hardly pre- ceptible in the distance, and the city with its domes and spires glistening in the rays of a tropical sun, form pictures of surpassing loveliness. As we approach, we obtain a fine view of the cathedral, the custom house, and the old Castle which has watched over its protegee for centuries.
Generation after generation has passed away, but this ancient fortress has been
��now visiting in Spain.— Ed. Monthly.]
true to its trust, struggling nobly for the protection of its subjects, a bulwark of strength, and " a very present help in time of need." We drop anchor, and immediately our steamer is surrounded by small boats ready to carry us and our luggage to the shore. A medley of un- intelligible sounds, accompanied by the high tones and frantic gesticulations of the boatmen, bewilders our unaccus- tomed ears, and we rejoice heartily when everything is satisfactorily ar- ranged and we are on our way. Arriv- ing on shore we proceed to find the Cus- tom House officer, not without some anx- iety, having heard various rumors of un- reasonable duties extorted from foreign- ers ; we, however, are more fortunate, and after a slight examination of our boxes, are allowed to depart in peace with the customary " Vaga Usted con Dios." Kind friends welcome us with
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