unused to the hardship and privation he fell fatally ill from ex- posure at Ticonderoga and was sent home to die.
"Of his brothers, one was a student at Yale." (Rev. Jonathan (4)). "Another was in the Army," (This must have been Benjamin (4)) "and his brothers Isaac and Stephen were but eight and six years old, respectively. No one available to undertake to bring home the dying soldier.
A young cousin was therefore sent for him and from the Northern Army to Northford, Connecticut, the long journey was performed slow- ly and painfully, both boys riding the same horse. Thaddeus leaning forward on his cousin's shoulders for support.
Exhausted and spent he reached the pleasant home from which he had departed but a few months before--strong and brave--dying short- ly after his return, and leaving no descendant to tell of his heroic sacrifice.
This brief story of a short life was learned from a bundle of old family letters and the facts since verified from printed records in the State Library.
Miss Hannah Linsly, great grand-daughter of Elizabeth (Fowler) Maltby wrote the compiler: "Grandmother used to say that when her baby died she felt it the saddest thing possible, but it was nothing to the grief she felt when her son Thaddeus died."
IV.100. Rev. Jonathan Maltby, b. April 21, 1759 (Benj. 3, Dan. 2, Wm. 1). He mar. June 17, 1787, Submit Taintor, dau. of Nathaniel and Submit (Tyler) Taintor, who was born Oct. 20, 1763; she d. Dec. 18, 1848, in her 86th year. Of her, Rev. Jonathan wrote: "The beloved companion of my early days is the only one of her Father's family left."
The following is a copy of a letter from Jonathan Maltby, to his bride-to-be, dated:
New Haven, June 5th, 1787
"My dearest friend---
I depend on being at Northford Sabbath after next extraordinarius excepted. On the evening of that day I expect to hear of the Bride and Bridegroom.
It will be the most joyful! The most interesting hour of my life! I expect on that pertentious moment to surrender myself at discretion--a voluntary captive to sweet smiling Hymen, a Devotee to Beauty and to Virtue--to be, not my own; but another--to give my hand and my heart, and to receive in return, the fair hand and the affectionate heart of my Other Self:
I will be thine--entirely thine, and thou shalt be mine, en- tirely mine with all the engaging and unfading charms. Happy! Happy Union! which harmonizes Two in One!
Tis Hymen lights the torch of love, And beams benignant as the sun; The daw, the rook, and gentle dove Are ne'er content till two are one. Innocence and Virtue are inseperably allied, emblematical of their purity in the pure white of this half sheet, which excites the following allusion: