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The Honorable Seward Barculo Sitting on top of a hillside and overlooking the Hudson sits a monument to a man who had fa...
09/16/2025

The Honorable Seward Barculo

Sitting on top of a hillside and overlooking the Hudson sits a monument to a man who had faith in his God and in his country’s system of justice. The epitaph inscribed therein gives us a possible glimpse of who he was “In Society an Ornament; In the State, a Judge, fearless, dignified, and incorruptible; In Habit, Simple and Pure. He died young, but mature in usefulness and fame. Adorning Jurisprudence by the clearness of his decisions, and Illustrating Religion by the Strength of his faith!” To this modern writer, that sounds like quite a man, and a character that just doesn’t exist anymore. But who was Seward Barculo anyway? Was he really all of the things that his headstone claims he was?

The pastor of the Dutch Reformed churches in Hopewell and New Hackensack The Reverend George Barculo was overjoyed on September 22nd 1808 when his wife Hannah gave birth to their son, Seward. Though his father thought he would be a farmer, Seward’s uncle Jacobus Swartout couldn’t help but notice that the boy enjoyed reading and learning at an early age, so it was decided that he should receive a proper education. He was sent off to the Academy at Fishkill and then prepped for college before entering Yale in 1828. He studied both at Yale and Rutgers before coming to Poughkeepsie to study law with a local attorney Stephen Cleveland. He was finally admitted to the Bar in 1834, which is also the same year he married Cornelia Tallman. He very quickly discovered a passion for debate and was heard to tell his friends “learn to speak, argue, and debate! Without this you can never make yourself felt.”

Barculo became a partner with Stephen Cleveland and very quickly took over the office at Poughkeepsie and was in high demand with his clients. He became well known for his silent stare in the courtroom, and rising at the appropriate times to deliver well arranged statements with calmness and care. After only serving in the courts for a little over a decade, New York Governor Silas Wright appointed Barculo First Judge of the County Court here in Dutchess. Two years went by before in 1847 when the State’s new constitution went into effect, Barculo was then elected to serve as a Justice of the Supreme Court for the 2nd District. He had also made Poughkeepsie his home with a house near Mansion Square Park.

Perhaps the most infamous case that he proceeded over during this time was in March of 1852, “The People vs. Ann Hoag” in which Mrs. Hoag was put on trial for the poisoning of her husband Nelson Hoag. Barculo, the jury, and hundreds of spectators listened intently as the horrible story of a young woman consumed with greed and lust unfolded before them. Mrs. Hoag had done a rather poor job of covering her tracks in the purchasing of arsenic and then feeding it to her husband in front of his sisters (who she detested as well). She even made the mistake of telling people that her husband would surely die soon (spoiler alert, he did!). Barculo gave a lengthy statement to the jury before sending them off to make their decision

“Gentlemen, you have an important and responsible duty to perform. The crime with which this woman is charged is one of the most diabolical that can enter the human heart. It is one easily perpetrated; it requires neither age, nor strength, nor skill, nor courage. The merest child or feeble woman can by means of poison, destroy a whole family. If this horrible crime has been committed by this prisoner it should be punished. You stand between her and the public, your duty points to both. If she is innocent you must preserve her from the sword of the law which is now suspended over her head. You are not to presume her innocent because she is a woman nor because she has children, nor because of the punishment, but because she is innocent and not proved guilty” She was found guilty and it was Justice Barculo’s job to sentence her to death by hanging. She was the first woman to be executed in the City of Poughkeepsie, right inside the County Courthouse where Barculo had heard her trial. In his six and a half years as a Supreme Court Justice, this case received more attention (for obvious reasons) than any other he had seen.

Besides his love of debate, he was a lover of reading, sailing, and horticulture. He was devoted to his children especially his son Sidney who (strangely enough) followed his father in death just a few months after in September of 1854 when the child was running around the campus of the Dutchess Academy and ran head first into another student. He died several hours later, he was just 13 years old. Justice Barculo had also known good health until the last few months of his life when while traveling abroad, suddenly began to suffer from a horrible case of chronic diarrhea (which if left unchecked,was a very real cause of death in the 19th century). He tried to get back home in time to pass in the peace of his home but died in the residence of his father-in-law in New York City on the 20th of June, 1854. He was only 45. His remains were brought here to Poughkeepsie Rural Cemetery, not far from some other well known judges and lawyers of Poughkeepsie’s past.

References:
Poughkeepsie Journal: Mar 20 1852, Nov 24, 1855, Sept 9, 1854
Brooklyn Eagle: Jun 16, 1854
“The Life and Confessions of Lucy Ann Hoag” 1852 - NYS Archives
Seward Barculo - Ancestry.com - https://www.ancestry.com/genealogy/records/seward-barculo-24-6g4m9k

05/13/2025

POUGHKEEPSIE – The Poughkeepsie Rural Cemetery is accredited through the ArbNet Arboretum Accreditation Program and The Morton Arboretum for achieving particular standards of professional practices deemed important for arboreta and botanic gardens. The cemetery between Route 9 and the Hudson River...

09/23/2024

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William Wilson - Poughkeepsie’s Forgotten Poet   Are there any poetry fans out there? Have you heard of the work of Will...
09/11/2024

William Wilson - Poughkeepsie’s Forgotten Poet

Are there any poetry fans out there? Have you heard of the work of William Wilson? It's quite likely that you haven’t, as he published much of his work anonymously. In fact, he was known locally more so for his work as a bookseller than for his verse. So we thought we would take the time to share with you the story of his life and some of the works of William Wilson.

Born in Scotland near the village of Crieff on Christmas Day, 1801, William Wilson was the son of a merchant. Sadly his father died when he was five and his mother was forced to rely on her skills as a spinner to keep her family a float. Wilson didn’t attend school, but his mother taught him to read before the age of six. As a boy, he took on work at a nearby farm before venturing with his mother into Glasco to find more gainful employment. He managed to work his way into the world of writing and publishing by working for Dundee Review. It was during his time in Glasco when he met and married his first wife, Jane McKenzie. They had four children together but sadly she died in 1826, less than seven years after their wedding day.

After a few years of mourning and producing some lovely poetry to honor his beloved wife, he fell in love again and married Jane Sibbald in 1830. By 1833, the couple packed up their lives and came to America where they eventually settled in Poughkeepsie living at #313 Mill Street. Wilson operated a bookstore and Circulating Library at 295 Main Street from the time he arrived in Poughkeepsie until his death on August 25, 1860. He mostly ran the shop on his own with the exception of a few years when he partnered with local publisher Paraclete Potter and later with his own son Archibald.

It would be his son Archibald, along with local historian Benson Lossing, who would eventually publish some of Wilson’s poems 8 years after his passing. Lossing also wrote a small biography about Wilson in which he proclaimed that he was “True, just, and honorable in all his dealings” and was a “warm and active friend of the deserving, and liberal to those in need.” Wilson’s widow died in 1865 and is buried alongside him here, as well as some of their children. Three of his sons served during the Civil War, James became a brevet brigadier general, George died at Fredericksburg in 1863, and Walter Wilson, the youngest, also signed up to serve.

WANING LIFE AND WEARY. - By William Wilson

Waning life and weary,
Fainting heart and limb,
Darkening road and dreary,
Flashing eyes grow dim ;
All betokening nightfall near,
Day is done and rest is dear.
Slowly stealing shadows
Westward lengthening still
O’er the dark brown meadows,
O’er the sunlit hill.

Gleams of golden glory
From the opening sky,
Gild those temples hoary—
Kiss that closing eye :
Now drops the curtain on all wrong—
Throes of sorrow, grief and song.
But saw ye not the dying
Ere life passed away,
Faintly smiled while eying
Yonder setting day :

And, his pale hand signing
Man’s redemption sign—
Cried, with forehead shining,
Father, I am thine !
And so to rest he quietly hath passed,
And sleeps in Christ, the Comforter, at last.

Death on the Henry Clay It has been 172 years since the horrible wreck of the steamboat Henry Clay which resulted in the...
07/31/2024

Death on the Henry Clay

It has been 172 years since the horrible wreck of the steamboat Henry Clay which resulted in the loss of many lives from our area. Even though this cemetery did not open until a year after the tragedy, we do have one of its victims buried here, though exactly where she had been buried originally is still a mystery. When Poughkeepsie Rural opened in November of 1853, many of the first burials here were actually reinterments from other locations, and it wasn’t until December 4, 1853 when the first recently diseased individual would be laid to rest here. Sadly, we don’t always know why people decided to move their loved ones here, but that doesn’t change the fact that their stories are still intriguing.

The steamboat Henry Clay began sailing down the Hudson River from Albany on the morning of July 28, 1852. Right from the beginning of the journey, Captain John Tillman decided to race against another steamer, The Armenia. The racing of steamboats was not uncommon in the early 19th century, the faster the boat, the more bragging rights you had. The problem with this new sport was that in order to get your steamboat up to its top speed, you needed to keep the ship’s boilers going nonstop which could lead to fires and the occasional explosion. As a result of this reckless behavior in shipowners and captains “fires on these boats were common: between January and July of 1852 alone, there were 19 fires and wrecks, resulting in over 350 deaths – all before the destruction of the Henry Clay.” Passengers recalled that by the time the boat had made its way past the Livingston estate (Clermont, in Columbia County) the engine room was so hot that nobody dared to walk near it. One passenger even recalled seeing hot embers falling onto parts of the desk.

Mrs. Emily Vedder Bartlett stepped onboard the Henry Clay when it stopped in Poughkeepsie, which was one of its many stops along the way. In fact the boat actually skipped some of its scheduled stops in order to stay ahead in the race (this was common and many complaints were made by would-be passengers). However, Poughkeepsie was one of the biggest ports along the river, and not to be missed as nearly 100 people paid to board the ship. Mrs. Bartlett was the wife of Charles Bartlett, the principal of the Poughkeepsie Collegiate School. The school was located on College Hill and Mr. and Mrs Bartlett lived at the school with their students. The two were married sometime before 1834, though the exact date is unknown. Mrs. Bartlett would have been about 44 years old when she walked the decks of the Henry Clay on that fateful day.

Around 3:00pm, and just south of Yonkers, a fire broke out right at the center of the ship, which caused a panic and the pilot of the ship, Mr. Edward Hubbard, to turn the boat’s wheel and steered it towards the eastern shore of the river. When the boat hit land, anyone who was standing near the bow could jump onto dry ground. However, anyone who was left at the mid-section or the stern, had to make the decision to stay and burn, or jump into the deep waters of the Hudson River. Unfortunately for Mrs. Bartlett, she must have made the decision to jump, as her body was recovered (unscorched) by another boat passing by, The James Madison. Even the strongest of swimmers would have had difficulty with the current, the stress and confusion of the situation, and of course the heavy and constricting clothing that a woman of Mrs. Bartlett’s status would have worn. It was believed at first that her gold watch had been stolen, as indeed many valuables were stolen from corpses in the river by nearby boaters searching for loot. However, it was removed from her body for safekeeping and eventually returned to the family.

The fact that Emily Bartlett died in this terrible disaster is well documented. What remains a mystery to us is where her body went after all was said and done. One educated guess would be that her remains were sent back to Poughkeepsie and would have been buried in the Presbyterian Graveyard that once stood at the corner of Main Street and Corlies Avenue (as Mr. Bartlett was a member of that church). When Mr. Barlett died in 1857, his remains were brought right to the Poughkeepsie Rural Cemetery and it wasn’t until December of 1862 that Emily’s remains would be reinterred here as well (along with three other family members at that same time). Her monument is difficult to read but it says “Drowned in Hudson River on the 28th July 1852 She was one of many who perished by the burning of the Steamer Henry Clay”

References:
Butler, Shannon, “A dark gloomy day for Pokepsie” – The Destruction of the Henry Clay. Feb 4, 2022 https://poklib.org/a-dark-gloomy-day-for-pokepsie-the-destruction-of-the-henry-clay/
Hansen, Kris A. “Death Passage on the Hudson: The wreck of the Henry Clay”
New York Times, Aug 3, 1852
Poughkeepsie Eagle, July 31, 1852

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Poughkeepsie, NY
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