The New England Historical and Genealogical Register, Volume 47

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New England Historic Genealogical Society, 1893 - New England
Vols. 37-52 (1883-98) include section: Genealogical gleanings in England, by H. F. Waters.

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Page 143 - I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country...
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Page 143 - On the morning of his execution," continued the officer, "my station was near the fatal spot, and I requested the Provost Marshal to permit the prisoner to sit in my marquee, while he was making the necessary preparations. Captain Hale entered; he was calm, and bore himself with gentle dignity, in the consciousness of rectitude and high intentions. He asked for writing materials, which I furnished him; he wrote two letters, one to his mother and one to a brother...

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