{"product_id":"2940012757838","title":"Charles Edward Putney","description":"BIOGRAPHICAL\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCharles Edward Putney, the son of David and Mary Putney, was born at\u003cbr\u003eBow, New Hampshire, February 26, 1840. He was one of fourteen children,\u003cbr\u003eof whom ten lived to grow to manhood and womanhood. David Putney was a\u003cbr\u003efarmer, and Mr. Putney's early years were spent on the farm. He attended\u003cbr\u003edistrict school and went later to Colby Academy, teaching district\u003cbr\u003eschools from time to time, and preparing himself to enter Dartmouth\u003cbr\u003eCollege, which he was about to do when the Civil War broke out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe enlisted in the Thirteenth New Hampshire Volunteers, and later became\u003cbr\u003ea sergeant. He was in the war over three years and took part in the\u003cbr\u003ebattles of Fredericksburg, siege of Suffolk, Port Walthal, Swift Creek,\u003cbr\u003eKingsland Creek, Drewrys Bluff, Cold Harbor, Petersburg, Fort McConhie,\u003cbr\u003eFort Harrison, and Richmond. He was one of the first four men to enter\u003cbr\u003eRichmond after the surrender.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt the conclusion of the war he entered Dartmouth College, and was\u003cbr\u003egraduated with high rank in 1870. Directly after his graduation he was\u003cbr\u003emarried to Abbie M. Clement of Norwich, Vermont, who died in 1901. He\u003cbr\u003etaught in Norwich until 1873, when he became assistant principal in St.\u003cbr\u003eJohnsbury Academy under Mr. Homer T. Fuller, whom he succeeded in the\u003cbr\u003eprincipalship. In 1896 he resigned on account of ill health. He went\u003cbr\u003eto Massachusetts and became superintendent of schools in the Templeton\u003cbr\u003edistrict, where he remained until the spring of 1901, when he took up\u003cbr\u003ehis work in the Burlington High School. He died in Burlington at the\u003cbr\u003ehome of his daughter, February 3, 1920, after an illness of two weeks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDR. SMART AT COLLEGE ST. CHURCH AT THE FUNERAL OF MR. PUTNEY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt takes a man to adorn any calling; callings require or bring special\u003cbr\u003efitness, but manhood crowns the fitness, gives it added scope,\u003cbr\u003ecompleteness, power and beauty--rejoicing the heart. Good doctors, good\u003cbr\u003elawyers, good men of affairs, good teachers, are better if they are\u003cbr\u003ebeyond reckoning. Wisdom is an intellectual thing, a property of the\u003cbr\u003emind, but when it is perfect the heart pours through it as the rivers\u003cbr\u003eflowed through paradise. A poem in the Scriptures says that Wisdom\u003cbr\u003ecreated the world, not as a task, but as a pastime. Speaking of God,\u003cbr\u003eWisdom says, \"I was daily his delight, sporting before him, sporting\u003cbr\u003ein his habitable earth.\" When one sees a man investing his work with\u003cbr\u003epersonal charm, one knows the difference between a photograph and a\u003cbr\u003epainting--a photograph with its hard, incisive fidelities, and a\u003cbr\u003epainting with its living colors, its appeal to feeling, its lovely\u003cbr\u003ebeauty, something luxuriously human in it. A teacher has a special\u003cbr\u003ereason for floating his service, if it may be, upon a stream of personal\u003cbr\u003eworth and personal charm, because he deals with children and youth who\u003cbr\u003erespond to what he is, as well as to what he teaches. Daniel says,\u003cbr\u003e\"The teachers shall shine as the stars.\" Our friend here had much of\u003cbr\u003ethe oak, much of the granite in his make-up; something also of the\u003cbr\u003emorning scattered upon the hills, something of the son of consolation.\u003cbr\u003eHe mellowed with the years. He planted climbing roses beside his\u003cbr\u003estrength, and in the heart of it a tender and delicate consideration;\u003cbr\u003esome of you loved him more and more to the end.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn his early youth he had the happy fortune to serve his country during\u003cbr\u003ethe Civil War. The ardors of that crisis glowed in his heart to the end;\u003cbr\u003ethe scorching heat gone, the flashing lightning gone, but never the\u003cbr\u003eremaining glory of those years when he ennobled his young manhood by\u003cbr\u003erisking his life for his country. He might have said what Galahad said\u003cbr\u003eof the Holy Grail,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e                        \"... Never yet\u003cbr\u003e  Hath ...\u003cbr\u003e  This Holy thing fail'd from my side nor come\u003cbr\u003e  Covered, but moving with me night and day.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was a faithful member of Stannard Post, and long its commander. He\u003cbr\u003ekept the Friday night of the Post meeting for the Post. Every Sunday\u003cbr\u003eafternoon he passed my house, going to visit a comrade whom illness kept\u003cbr\u003eat home. And he was a religious man--a Christian man. Faith was mixed\u003cbr\u003ewith his life. God strengthened him with strength in his soul. He was a\u003cbr\u003edeacon of this church, and while his strength permitted, a teacher in\u003cbr\u003ethe Sunday school. He lived by his faith, and he thought about it. It\u003cbr\u003ewas one of the great interests of his mind. There is plenty in every\u003cbr\u003eman's experience to limit him, to confine him, to make him small and\u003cbr\u003epetty. This man had at least two enthusiasms which lifted and broadened\u003cbr\u003ehis spirit, his patriotism and his religion. The last word he spoke was\u003cbr\u003ethe name of his native town in New Hampshire, Bow.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47081752396016,"sku":"2940012757838","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012757838_p0.jpg?v=1763572370","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012757838","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}