Shows a group of five men around a table situated on the grounds of the State in Schuylkill Fishing Club. The men, who are wearing linen aprons, are identified in a pencilled caption, from left: Camac, Wagner, Lewis, Adams, Harvey. Formed in 1732, the club is believed to be the oldest social in club in the United States. It was a tradition of the club that all cooking was done by its official members. The club was originally situated on the west bank of the Schuylkill River opposite the falls of Fairmount at Girard Avenue. The clubhouse, called the Castle, is just visible on the left edge of the photograph. In 1887 it was moved to Andalusia, Nicholas Biddle's country estate on the banks of the Delaware River in Bucks County.
The Rev. Mr. Heckewelder, who is probably the best authority we have upon the Indians of this section of the country, states that Tamanend's memory was held in the highest esteem by his own people, but that he never heard them say much concerning him, as it was not their custom to talk of their dead except in a very general way, and that no white man that had any regard for their feelings ever broached the subject of their dead to them. The various traditions, both verbal and written, concerning Tamanend emanated from the whites and not from the Indians. We see that between the first record that we have of him in 1683 and the last in 1697 he must have impressed himself strongly upon not only the community but also upon the officials of the provincial government, for in the last account he is described in the deed, which of course was writ ten by the English, as the Great Sachem Tamaniens, and no other Indian is so described; so to have acquired the right to such a title he must have had at least a large part of the attributes ascribed to him. In further corroboration of the way in which his memory was held, we cite the old cannon presented by the Colony on Schuylkill to the Association Battery about 1747, on which appear the words "Kawania che Keekeru" (This is my right, I will defend it). By many writers this motto is ascribed to Tamanend, and justly so, we think, rather than to the Delaware Nation alone, for we would expect just such a sentiment to be chosen by a man endowed with such lofty ideas as these words express. (This was the motto of the Saint Tammany Society. See Independent, May 3, 1783.) Further, the records of this Society show that their principal day—May 1, or opening day—has been always spoken of by them as Tammany's day. Their tradition is that Tamanend himself made a treaty with the fathers of this Society giving them the right to fish in the waters of the Schuylkill and hunt game upon its banks.
We also find this motto at the top of the title-page of a pamphlet which is in verse: "Kawanio Che Keeteru, a true relation of a bloody battle fought between George and Lewis in the year 1755. Printed in the year MDCCLVI." Turning over the page, we find "The words I have chosen at the head of my Title Page I am told by a gentleman skilled in the Indian languages is very expressive of a Hero relying on God to bless his endeavors in protecting what he has put under his care." "To form some idea of its signification," he says, "you may imagine a man with his wife and children about him and with an air of resolution calling out to his enemy, All these God has given me and I will defend them." (In Hist. Soc. of Penna. Said to have been written by Nicholas Scull.)
This translation remained unchallenged until 1888, when Dr. Brinton, Professor of American Archæology and Linguistics in the University of Pennsylvania, pronounced the words Iroquois and not Delaware, and at his suggestion they were submitted to Mr. Horatio Hale, who translates them thus: "I am master wherever I am," and in a very able article gives his reasons for their being in this language rather than in the Delaware tongue. (American Antiquarian, January, 1886.)
As to the last resting-place of Tamanend, this is a subject upon which a great deal has been written. The tradition that he is buried by a spring in New Britain Township, Bucks County, Pennsylvania, about three and one-half miles north of Doylestown, near the banks of the Neshaminy, on the farm owned by Enos Detwiler, is generally believed. We would add, in further confirmation of the tradition, that Tamanend ended his life by setting fire to his wigwam. (Magazine of American History, Vol. XXIX. p. 255; also Historical Collections of the State of Pennsylvania, by Sherman Day; Davis's History of Bucks County; Watson's Annals MSS., p. 498.)
In the following lines, which appear in a song published in the Pennsylvania Evening Post, April 30, 1776, reference is made to his end and also to his great age:
"As old ago came on, he grew blind, deaf and dumb,
Tho' his sport ‘twere hard to keep from it,
Quite tired of life, bid adieu to his wife,
And blaz'd like the tail of a comit, my brave boys."
The fact that an old Indian was buried at the place named in 1740 is not contradicted by any of the historians; the only question being as to whether it was Tamanend or some other Indian. The chief argument used by those who thought it was some other than our saint was that he must have been a very old man, and that they should have expected some mention of him by his contemporaries between 1697 and 1740.
We do not think that the absence of mention makes this point good, for any one familiar with the newspapers and few local writings of the period well know that items concerning events or persons of their locality are very few and far between.
The tradition of the "State in Schuylkill," referred to, is another corroborating the fact that he lived long; for if he gave the right to fish to them when they started their Society, he must have been alive in 1782, which is the date of their birth as an organization.
The high esteem in which the subject of our theme was held is best shown by the transactions of the Society named in his honor.
SONS OF SAINT TAMMANY.
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_____ On St. Tammany's Birthday _____
A shame the name of Tammany’s been linked
With the vilest of politicos named Tweed,
Who ran New York in manner quite distinct
Eschewing never any dirty deed.
The entity still known as Tammany Hall
Shall live in infamy, and so obscures
The truth about its namesake, overall ––
A noble savage, whose good name endures
Only in the writings of The Sachem,
Neddy, who on Tammany heaped praise.
But kind words today are scarce. We rarely watch ‘em,
Because none restores these days, instead they raze.
Of Tammany, himself, we should think kindly,
Not follow false associations blindly.
~ FreeThinke (2014)
"Extract from History of the Society. (Aurora, May 14, 1808):
"The virtue, of the generous Indian chief pointed him out as a fit patron to a body of sturdy Whigs, who, during the Revolution, associated to commune over the affairs, of their country and to enjoy a cheery hour amidst the horrors of British desolation, and ‘from this fountain sprung forth many waters;' after the Revolution, the association was preserved to commemorate what it had been originally instituted to cherish and sustain and had nearly vanished with the spirits of those who went to join the great spirit; but successive vicissitudes— the occupation of the western posts— the British depredations, and the treaty intrigues of 1793-4— the reign of terror in 1797—and the disorders stirred up in this state by men ‘between whom there were but slight shades of difference,' at the period of the Louisiana purchase—from time to time, by awakening apprehension, have successively contributed to keep this society constantly organized, a body of vigilant, steadfast, and faithful public watchmen. This society has, in fact, been the principal rallying point of republicanism through the political storms of past years—and on Thursday, perhaps, exhibited, for number and character, as respectable and independent a body of men as can be found in any part of the union," etc.
It is true that some of the members of the Sons of Saint Tammany entered this political organization, as can be seen from the following notice. It is also well to note that our Edward Pole had risen to high estate in it. We can see in this notice, as well as in previous facts that we have given, that the society of which we have written met its death from that serpent, Politics, which kills all patriotic or social organizations into which it is allowed to crawl.
"Philadelphia (Aurora, April 29, 1802.)
"Tammany Society Orders.
(cont.)
"Information having been received by the Fathers of the Council of the Tammany Society or Colombian Order of the death of our late father William Coates, you brothers Leinan, Thos. F. Peters, John Meer, Benj. Nones, and Thos. P. Jones are hereby appointed a committee of arrangements &c."
"EDWARD POLE, father of the Council.
ps - Edward Pole is "Neddy the Sachem". His became the more 'infamous' NY Society.
Sorry Franco, I don't think I know who you mean... so be careful!
If the Lefties weren't hunting you before before your baiting them at WYD, they are now.
Ooops.
Sorry, you should have just said, "Check your e-mail!"
I only check it about once a week.
Odd as it may be –– and despite being a genuine Native Noo Yawkuh –– I've never gotten over a certain childlike naiveté. I'm shamefully GULLIBLE and tend always to accept things at face value.
Mirabile dictu this odd anaomaous quirk has never done me any harm.
Though hardly a "Holy Joe," I'm privately pious enough to believe
"He walks beside me, guides my way
Through every moment of the day."
NAIVE beats CYNICAL every day.
};^)>
Or as Jacques Lacan would say...
"Les non-dupes errent!" :)
My French is vey limited, so I'm no sure I get it.
I do get 'bad vibes' from Lcan, hwever, and do not feel predisposed to like him.
The French in the tweneth century are so joyless, dispssinate, cynical and fankly depressing.
I gessu two world wars could easily do that o anyone, but I have very strong feeling that abandoning the dutiful practice of Christian faith –– and the SEARCH for God –– has had this deadening, stupefying effect on a once vibrant culture –– not that PIETY was ever much in vogue except –– possibly among among les religieux. But exchanging faith –– or even a shallow pretense at it –– for the ineffably dreary worldview embeded in atheism, cynicism and outright hedonism can't help but dampen the spirits and encourage a morbid, hoperless view of Existence, as though life were nothing more than a "burden we've just got to bear somehow until death releases us"
Anyway, that's what I get from French films of la nouvelle vague and from much of French literature from Zola, Stendhal, and de Maupassant on.
The painting and music –– and the FOOD –– tell a very different story. And I love the architecture and the scenic views of the French countryside.
Those who are Not taken in (by a symbolic fiction), err the most.
...the "naive" would be taken in...
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