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Stark county, in this State, in 1802, and was married to Michael Spangler in 1807. In 1810 she recrossed the Allegheny Mountains to her native State on horseback. She moved to Cleveland in 1820 with a family of five children, four of whom are still alive. Her husband kept the hotel known as the Commercial House on Superior street, where the Miller's block now stands. She was of German parentage, and her's was the first family speaking the German language in the city of Cleveland. She drew a pension to the time of her death for services rendered by her husband to his country during the war of 1812. Her husband died August 29, 1836, at the age of fifty-two. She died in this city March 5, 1880, in the ninety-first year of her age.
Thus, within the brief period of the existence of this association, about a half year, three of our most venerable and esteemed ones have passed from this stage of action, where they have performed their work well, to that better one, we trust, where they shall realize the full fruition of their labor, and of their hopes and efforts.
11.-Call for volunteer speeches.
The President said: “The next exercise in order is a call for volunteer speeches. I notice there are quite a number of gentlemen here from whom we would all feel greatly interested in hearing a few remarks. We shall have for the want of time, however, to ask them to limit themselves to from five to ten minutes, that we may hear as many as we can. I would here remark the fact that in this association we regard women as possessed of their equal rights; and if there are any of the ladies of our association who would be willing to make some remarks or addresses, we shall be happy to hear them, and they will be at liberty to speak as long as they please, for we know they always are interesting. [Applause.] I will call upon Hon. R. P. Spalding to open the way, and I trust, he will favor us with a few remarks.”
Judge Spalding arose in his seat and spoke as follows:
Although I have not the honor to be enrolled among the members of this association, the term of my actual residence in the city, falling short of that prescribed by the constitution, very few can boast of a more familiar acquaintance with Cleveland and its early history, than myself.
General Moses Cleaveland lived in the town of Canterbury, in Windham County, Connecticut. His mansion house was but a quarter of a mile distant from that of my maternal grand father, David Paine, who lived in the same town. The two families were nearly related and lived on terms of the closest intimacy.
Among the earliest recollections of my childhood is the following anecdote, told me by my mother:
She said that late, in the autumn of the year 1796, General Cleaveland spent an evening at her father's house, and in the course of conversation said to her mother:
"Mrs. Paine:—While I was in New Connecticut, I laid out “ a town, on the bank of Lake Erie, which was callerl by my "name, and I believe, the child is now born that may live to “ see that place as large as ‘old Windham.”
Old Windham was then the seat of Justice of Windham County and its population, I think, never exceeded fifteen hundred. I was born about eighteen months after the General uttered this prediction, and may be supposed to know something of the comparative growth of “Old Windham" and the "new town on the bank of Lake Erie,” as I studied my profession in the former place and have practiced it for nearly thirty years in the latter, which is now said to contain a population of 170,000.
"The town was called by my name," said the General, and so it was, C-l-e-a-v-e-l-a-n-d; and that was the way in which the name was spelled, written and printed, until an "act of piracy” was committed on the word by the publisher of a newspaper, something over forty years ago, who, in procuring a new “head-piece” for his paper, found it convenient to increase the capacity of his iron frame by reducing the number of letters in the name of the city: Hence the CLEVELAND ADVERTISER, and not “Moses Cleaveland," settled the Orthography of the Forest City's name for all time to come.
At a term of the Supreme Court, held in Trumbull County in October 1821, I was admitted to the practice of the law. The examination, I well recollect, was held in a large hall in Town's Hotel. The two justices of the court, Calvin Pease and John McLean, and all the lawyers, including with others whose names are not recollected, Elisha Whittlesey, Thos. D. Webb, Homer Hine, Jonathan Sloane, James D. Wheeler, Ralph Granger and Joshua R. Giddings, were present, The side-board, at one end of the room was according to the custom of that day, plentifully supplied for the benefit of those who might choose to partake, after the examination should be closed.
In the course of the questioning I was asked by Mr. Granger, who was not very much of a “total abstinence” man, - "What is proof?”
“Tell him,” said Chief Justice Pease, who sat a short distance from me, and who could not always control his fondness for witticism, "tell him it is that which "bears a bead.”—
In the month of March, 1823, I first saw Cleveland. I came from Warren, in Trumbull County, where I then lived, in the company of Hon. George Tod, who was then President Judge of the 3d Judicial Circuit, which embraced, if I mistake not, the whole Western Reserve. We made the journey on
horse-back, and were nearly two days in accomplishing it. I recollect the judge, instead of an overcoat, wore an Indian blanket drawn over his head by means of a hole cut in the center. We came to attend court, and put up at the house of Mr. Merwin, where we met quite a number of lawyers from adjacent counties. At this time the village of Warren, where I lived, was considered as altogether ahead of Cleveland in importance; indeed, there was very little of Cleveland at that day, east and south east of the Public Square, or, as it is now called, Monumental Park. The population was estimated at Four HUNDRED souls. The earliest burying-ground was at the present intersection of Prospect and Ontario streets, the north-east corner covered by the Herrick Block. Some years afterwards, in riding away from Cleveland, in the stage coach. I passed the Erie Street Cemetery, just then laid out. I recollect it excited my surprise that a site for a burying ground should be selected so far out of town.
The court that I attended on my first visit, was held in the old court house that stood on the north-west quarter of the Public Square, nearly opposite the Wick Block.
The presiding judge was the Hon. George Tod, a well read lawyer and a most courteous gentleman, the father of our late patriotic governor, David Tod. His kindness of heart was proverbial, and sometimes the lawyers would presume upon it
I recollect being present at his court in Portage County;