As is true with most genealogists, we don't have enough time to do all the research we want to do. I know that this is true in my case at least. To compensate for this, I do indexing and poke around historical societies websites. I came upon a story the other day that I just loved!
There have been a few times while indexing, that I have come across a name that has jumped off the page at me like Elizabeth Hathaway, and Irene Brightwings, just to name a couple and I have thought this would make a great name for a character in a story, but then the moment passes. This same thing, of having a name jump off the page, happened to Erin Paulson, Only unlike me, she did some investigating and had an amazing experience. I have put the links of the story at the top of the post Erin Paulson wrote, in case anyone wanted to read it there directly. But I also copied it below for those of you who don't.
Here is a little about Erin:
Erin's time at the Historical Society began as an intern in conservation in the summer of 2012. After graduating with her MFA in Book Arts and Printmaking from the University of the Arts in 2013, she joined the conservation staff as one of three technicians for the Bank of North America collection. She has an affinity for all things vintage and book related, and loves to be inspired by the collections at HSP.
Discoveries of an Enchanting Name: Part One
Monday, 10/6/14
As a conservation technician on the Bank of North America project, I am constantly amazed and inspired by the collection. Indeed, it is inevitable that as I clean and mend pages in the manuscripts, my interest is piqued by what I find within – whether it be ink blots, insects, doodles, or in this case, certain recurring names. The names I find particularly eye-catching are those that speak of bygone eras, names that I have not previously encountered in contemporary society, names that inspire narrative imaginings like fictional characters in a favorite novel.
One such name went a step above casual pondering to elicit genuine curiosity. That name was Isaac Hazlehurst. I began to find his name so often in the ledgers on which I was working, that I felt sure he must have been a prominent Philadelphian of his age… and yet his was not a name with which I was familiar, like George Latimer, Stephen Girard, or Henry Drinker. I knew that I must pose this question: who was this Isaac Hazlehurst, exactly, and what was he doing in Philadelphia at the end of the 18th century?
The Bank of North America Collection, Volume 358: Cash book 1790 January 13 - April 15
The Bank of North America Collection, Vol. 664: Rowlett's Tables, 1802.
Surprisingly enough, this was my first foray into research of a genealogical nature at the Historical Society. I knew that I should begin with a conversation with our resident historian, Dr. Dan Rolph, as he could most assuredly direct me on my way. I was simply unprepared for the amazing wealth of information we amassed about Isaac in the span of one hour – details about his birth, death, marriage, and children, which began to paint a picture of this man, the life that he led, and the lives of his family. When we found a record of a letter from Alexander Hamilton to Isaac Hazlehurst on Founder's Online (part of the National Archives), I knew that my hunch that Isaac was a prominent figure in Philadelphia was correct. As I continued my research on my own in the weeks following, I was stunned that the investigation into a name with which I felt an affinity could reveal such a gold mine of Philadelphia and mid-Atlantic history.
Isaac Hazlehurst, Jr. (it turns out!) was born on November 22, 1742 in Manchester, England, the son of Isaac Hazlehurst and Mary Gryme. He was a prominent lawyer and merchant, establishing the Hazlehurst mercantile firm in Philadelphia in 1768. He wed Julianna Purviance on April 25, 1769 here in Philadelphia, and together they had seven children: Mary Elizabeth, Andrew, Samuel, Robert, John, Richard Hunter, and Isaac III. The following images show records for two locations for the Hazlehurst mercantile firm. The first was located at the now non-existent corner of Water St. and Tun Alley, approximately where Columbus Blvd now stands, parallel to I-95. The second Hazlehurst house and store was located on Drinker’s Alley, parallel to and in the same city block as our beautiful Elfreth’s Alley. In my optimistic imaginings I pictured myself visiting this house, but sadly, the entirety of Drinker’s Alley has also vanished. Instead of the history of these streets being preserved and cherished, they were leveled in the name of progress.
Philadelphia and her merchants by Abraham Ritter
Philadelphia and her merchants by Abraham Ritter
Philadelphia Directory, 1795, 1796 by George Alberti, M.D.
After this disappointment, I was thrilled to stumble upon the name Isaac Hazlehurst in a list of portraits by famous American portraitist Thomas Sully. Even more amazing to learn was that this painting is actually contained in the collection of the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts here in Philadelphia! However, the date on the painting indicates that it must be Isaac Jr.’s son, Isaac III, who is immortalized in the painting. There is also one of Mary Elizabeth, our Isaac’s eldest child.
Thomas Sully, Isaac Hazlehurst, 1838. Oil on canvas.
Thomas Sully, Mary Hazlehurst, 1831. Oil on canvas.
Isaac’s daughter Mary ended up marrying Benjamin Henry Latrobe, who has been called “The Father of American Architecture”. Latrobe is noteworthy for his designs of the sadly now demolished Bank of Pennsylvania and the Center Square Water Works, once found at the location of Philadelphia’s City Hall. Latrobe also contributed designs for our Capital in D.C. As if this is not incredible enough, it is Mary Hazlehurst and Latrobe’s grandson (and Isaac Jr.’s great grandson), who was Mayor of Baltimore seven times over: Ferdinand Claiborne Latrobe.
The Bank of Pennsylvania. Architect: Benjamin Henry Latrobe. Artist: Benjamin Ridgway Evans, 1855.
Benjamin Henry Latrobe, United States Capitol, Rendered Elevation for West Front with Propylaeum, 1811.
Ferdinand Claiborne Latrobe Monument in Baltimore, designed by Edward Berge and J. Maxwell Miller.
In addition, we in the conservation department made another exciting connection, one that is close to our hearts here at HSP. In 2011, HSP produced and published a facsimile of Ellen Emlen’s Cookbook written in her own hand. On page 124 of this cookbook can be found a recipe for Mrs. Hazlehurst’s Brandied Peaches! With no first name mentioned, the recipe could be sourced from any number of Mrs. Hazlehursts, but it is Samuel, Isaac’s third child, who married Elizabeth Baynton Markoe. This Elizabeth may have been a relation of Ellen Emlen, who was also a Markoe; because of this connection, it is our working theory that Elizabeth Hazlehurst, Samuel’s wife, may well be the Mrs. Hazlehurst responsible for these brandied peaches.
As I continue my research, it is my hope to visit some of the locations I have learned about with which Isaac held a connection. If you know anything about the Hazlehurst or Latrobe families, or have advice on how I may continue my research, please feel free to share!
In conclusion, I am truly awe-inspired by the revelations that have occurred simply through my curiosity of a name found within our collections. I cannot help but wonder about the other names I have glimpsed, the wealth of historic narrative attributed to each, and the connections waiting to be discovered.
Author's note: For further information, follow the links buried throughout this post, both in the text and in the images.
Discoveries of an Enchanting Name: Part Two
Friday, 2/6/15
October saw Part One of my discoveries pertaining to a name within our Bank of North America collection, Isaac Hazlehurst. If you missed that first post, please read it prior to the following, where I detail Part Two of my findings.
This week finally offered an opportunity to take the short drive out to Mount Holly, New Jersey, the location that Isaac Hazlehurst, Jr. chose as a refuge for his family from the skirmishes of the Revolutionary War. As I am not a Philadelphia native, the magic of being surrounded by the history of our country’s founding, and the people who helped make it so, felt particularly tangible as I drove the mere 18 miles to the cemetery that was the final home of twelve members of the Hazlehurst family.
Arriving at St. Andrew’s Graveyard felt like the continuation of a dream. Walking up the narrow drive, I realized an element of the experience which, in my excitement, I had failed to anticipate – the actual task of locating the Hazlehurst family plot in a cemetery much larger than my imaginings. Instead of concentrating on the now present worry of the task at hand, I chose instead to study the lovely St. Andrew’s chapel. Its history is immediately apparent, and I was instantly transported with images of the Hazlehurst family worshipping together in its small interior. The chapel doors were locked, so with the glimmer of hope of exploring the space removed, I turned around to study the acreage of the cemetery.
As my prior study revealed that the Hazlehursts were buried in a family plot, many times I had imagined finding a small area designated by a rusty iron fence. After I turned my back to the chapel, my eyes instantly fell upon such an area. I walked over and exclaimed aloud – it was indeed the very plot for which I searched! After all these months of learning of Isaac, wondering about him, and feeling connected to him through space and time, I had finally found him. It is as if the distance between his life and mine – formerly a span of 150 years – had vanished.
The epitaph on the grave of Juliana Purviance, Isaac’s wife, reads as follows (to the best of my ability):
“To the Memory of JULIANA
Wife of ISAAC HAZLEHURST
of Philadelphia Merchant
and Daughter of SAMUEL PURVIANCE
… of Salem County in this State
She was born March 14th, 1741
and died July 11th, 1804 at Cloverhill
in the 64th year of her age
To Her
Tender, Prudent, Pious, Intelligent
One Daughter & Six Sons
owe
their Being and their Virtue
To Her
The Solitary Mourner who Erects this Tomb
The Pride and the Consolation
That for 35 years her Love and her Counsel
Blessed their Union
To Her
In the Search now vain for Happiness
in this World
Cheering Certainty that he shall …
Her Immortality …
John and Robert died before”
Wife of ISAAC HAZLEHURST
of Philadelphia Merchant
and Daughter of SAMUEL PURVIANCE
… of Salem County in this State
She was born March 14th, 1741
and died July 11th, 1804 at Cloverhill
in the 64th year of her age
To Her
Tender, Prudent, Pious, Intelligent
One Daughter & Six Sons
owe
their Being and their Virtue
To Her
The Solitary Mourner who Erects this Tomb
The Pride and the Consolation
That for 35 years her Love and her Counsel
Blessed their Union
To Her
In the Search now vain for Happiness
in this World
Cheering Certainty that he shall …
Her Immortality …
John and Robert died before”
My sadness at leaving the cemetery was abated by the discovery of another historic connection; the grounds are adjacent to the location of a Revolutionary War battle which occurred on December 23, 1776 – the Battle of Iron Works Hill. I was surprised to learn that although Isaac Hazlehurst, Jr. had relocated his family to Mount Holly in the hopes of finding refuge from the war, a decisive battle occurred within a mile of his home.
It was time to visit the address I had found as the probable location of Clover Hill, the Hazlehurst mansion and estate. My research had revealed an account of family lore by Isaac Jr.’s granddaughter, Miss Julia Latrobe of Baltimore (the daughter of Mary Elizabeth Hazlehurst and architect Benjamin Henry Latrobe), pertaining to the family’s years spent living in this mansion. She tells of the family playing host at Clover Hill to the staff of the British General during the Revolutionary War, including Lord Cornwallis, and I desperately wished to see the location where this story occurred.
“The terror of my grandparents can be imagined during the short sojourn of these troops. I have heard my grandfather describe his feeling as he saw a soldier tie his horse to a tree, at the foot of which a box of valuables was buried, a bag of oats was thrown down and he expected each moment to see the earth scraped away and the box discovered. This box containing many articles of value, when sought for after the war was over, was never found. The passage of so many horses and vehicles had completely covered over all traces of the spot where in haste and confusion it had been placed.”
Despite the fear and trepidation of housing the soldiers, the family was treated with courtesy, and no damage was done to the property. Part of Miss Latrobe’s tale contained an amusing anecdote of the small children at the time of the British occupancy, including her mother, Mary Elizabeth, and her mother’s younger brother, Samuel.
“Seated upon the General’s knee, my uncle [Samuel] was presented with a glass of wine. ‘We will give you a toast my little fellow, and you shall have this glass of wine. Drink to the health of King George!’ The glass was emptied by the little American in a moment. ‘And now you shall have some more, and we shall drink your toast. Who shall it be?’ ‘George Washington!’ said the child, and laughing heartily the glass was emptied by the officers, who dismissed the brave little fellow with praises for his independence.”
As my research prior to my visit had hinted, the land now serves as grounds for a large apartment development called Village Square Apartments. A conversation with the rental manager confirmed that the complex had been named Clover Hill when the current management company took over twenty-five years prior. However, all hope of discovering more of the family’s history was not lost – she established the existence of a mansion still standing at the edge of the property, now rented as business offices, known as the Ashurst Mansion Office Building.
The Ashhurst name was a familiar one from my study of the Hazlehurst family tree, so on the day of my exploration of Isaac’s old haunts, I visited this mansion. I was immediately impressed by both the scale of the house and by the original architectural details. As my visual study dated this house to have been built in the early 19th Century, I knew that this could not be the original Hazlehurst home at Clover Hill – but still I intuited a connection.
My later research confirmed that the house was built by Lewis Richard Ashhurst, the husband of our Isaac’s granddaughter Mary Hazlehurst, daughter of Samuel Hazlehurst and Elizabeth Markoe. After the couple married, Ashhurst removed the original Clover Hill mansion and built the house that stands today. Ashhurst was the first president of the Philadelphia Trust Company, and a plaque to this effect is still posted on the exterior of the house.
Thomas Sully, Lewis Richard Ashhurst, 1833. Oil on canvas.
In conclusion, as a conservation technician it has been a wonderful experience to make such surprising discoveries in the contents of the Bank of North America collection. I can hardly stress the influence on my understanding and interest in history this experience has had on me. As a child, it was difficult to grasp the concept that history is defined by the actions and lives of real people that truly existed, people that were living their lives and making decisions to the best of their ability. Researching Isaac and his life, arriving at the location of the chapel where he would have worshipped, in the town where he lived out his later years, a mere mile from the mansion where he lived with his family... these discoveries transformed mere tales into a tangible history.
Although my reporting on Isaac Hazlehurst, Jr. has come to an end, I know that the information contained in the 671 volumes of the Bank of North America collection can lead to a wealth of historical connections and findings. These volumes contain so much more than numbers and accounts; they are the trace evidence of families, businesses, and lives once led.
To view more of my photographs taken in Mount Holly, visit ourflickr.
I hope you agree with me on what an inspiring story this is, and next time when a name pops off the page at me...maybe I'll do a little bit of digging.
