The Rogerenes: some hitherto unpublished annals belonging to the colonial history of ConnecticutBolles, John R. (John Rogers)
History
The Rogerenes: some hitherto unpublished annals belonging to the colonial history of Connecticut
Bolles, John R. (John Rogers)
Rogerenes -- History
We must now charge the Rev. Gurdon Saltonstall, governor of the State of
Connecticut, and judge of its Superior Court, with concocting a plan
whereby he and his ecclesiastical accomplices might incarcerate John
Rogers in the Hartford jail, exclude him from the light, and hide him
from the public thought. Had this nefarious scheme succeeded, Rogers
would doubtless have been held a close prisoner for life; but he was
apprised of it and enabled to make his escape, like as St. Paul was let
down in a basket from the wall of Damascus to elude the fury of his
enemies. The governor’s suit against him for slanderous words—not
slanderous in law—for which a subservient jury awarded him damages in
the sum of £600, proves with what malign purpose Roger’s conduct was
watched by him.
Here follows an account of the above mentioned plot and other matters,
in Roger’s own words, copied from his address to the civil authorities
and particularly to Gov. Saltonstall, in which he recounts some of the
atrocious wrongs he had received from them,—wrongs which could hardly
gain credence had they not been openly published at the time, during the
life of Gov. Saltonstall, and not denied by him.
The last fine you fined me was ten shillings. All that I did was
expounding upon a chapter in the Bible between your meetings, after
the people were gone to dinner, which you call a riot. I went into no
other seat but that which I was seated in by them whom the town
appointed to seat every one. The building of the meeting-house cost me
three of the best fat cattle I had that year and as many sheep as sold
for thirty shillings in silver money. For which said fine of ten
shillings, the officer took ten sheep, as some told me that helped to
drive them away. The sheep were half my son’s. They were marked with a
mark that we marked creatures with that were between us, which said
mark had been recorded in the town book, I suppose for above twenty
years. And after they were sold, the officer went into my son’s
pasture, unbeknown to him, and took a milch cow which was between us
(my part he hired), all upon the same fine of ten shillings. Such
things as these have been frequently done upon us; but my purpose is
brevity, and such things as these would contain a great volume;
therefore I think to mention but one more. I was fined £20 by a
Superior Court for charging an Inferior Court with injustice for
trying upon life and death without a jury. The judge of the Superior
Court that fined me was this present Governor, who also denied me a
jury, though I chose the jury then panelled. For which £20 and the
charges, an execution was laid upon land which I bought for my son,
with his own money, and after it was taken away by said execution, he
went and bought it of you this present Government, and gave you the
money down for it, and you gave him a patent for it I think as
substantial as your patent from the crown of England for your
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