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has followed continuously to the present time, being the oldest merchant in that line in the city, vvith a large and extensively patronized store upon Merri- mack Street, the main business thoroughfare. He had served in both branches of the city government previous to his election as mayor, which office he held in 1870 and again the following year. He was also a member of the state leg- islature in 1872 and 1873. Mr. Jewett is a native of Nelson, sixty-two years of age next September. He was reared on a farm, but secured a good educa- tion at Hancock Academy. He was engaged in agriculture in his native town until 1S48, when he removed to Massachusetts, and engaged in the purchase and slaughtering of cattle, first at Chelmstbrd and afterward in Lowell, where he erected a slaughter house in 1852, and continued the business until 1878, when he entered into partnership with K. C. Swift, with whom he is now engaged in the wholesale trade, dealing in Chicago pressed beef. As the leading mem- ber of the firm of Francis Jewett & Co., he is also extensively engaged in the exportation of beef to Europe, sending by the Leyland line of steamers from Boston, and also by the Beaver and Dominion line from Portland. Mr. Jewett had large experience in municipal affairs, previous to his election as mayor, which office he held three years successively, in 1873, 1874 and 1875. In 1874 he was elected without an opposing vote. He was a member of the Massa- chusetts senate in 1877 and again in 1879. He is a director of the Wamesit National Bank, and vice-president of of the Merrimack River Savings Bank.
��THE MOUNTAIN VALLEY.
��BY ADDISON F. BROWNE.
In wild dominion.-; wlicre the trivial works of man Have never rose to place th,; discord of their shapes 111 contrast with hci- truly noble tabernacles; Old Mother Nature c'ci- (Hsplays her regal skill. In bounteous profii-ioii of delightful views; And thus arrayed through nienrry's never setting day, I see a realm, where, in the past my willing feet Would often ronni as liajipy fancy led the way.
��This beatific spheie is many leagues away;
An 1. twixt its portals aiiil our co nn?rce wounded realm,
Arc mighty ocean tid(^s and t)roadly spreading land;
But any distance, wifh all time as nothing stands
Whcii vivid rei-oilectiou amplities again
Those sweet creators of undying l)lessedness;
Whose iiolden impress ever glitters on my soul.
And only needs the mai^ic thrill of natural song
To maki' it blaze with royal tire, and show the waj'.
So that I tramp oiire more th" olil familiar path
Through lands where solemn featured crags and ermine pealis,
That almost hide their narrow tops within the sky,
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