Harry Wright Newman--Md. genealogist
David Greene
be used with caution. He was one of the incorporators of the American
Society of Genealogists and was a charter FASG, but in 1950 he was
forced to resign after John Insley Coddington and Milton Rubincam
discovered that he had created fraudulent pedigrees for clients seeking
membership in hereditary societies.
So far as I know, fraudulent material has never been discovered in his
own books, but the frauds he invented for clients must taint all his
work. In his books, Newman tended to indulge in wishful thinking--or a
"will to believe"--in seeking gentry, noble, and royal ancestries for
Maryland colonists. He was, however, the first systematically to
describe and evaluate the hereditary devices found on seals in early
Maryland wills.
DAVID GREENE
D. Spencer Hines
Thanks for telling us this. We need to know this sort of thing in order
to do good Genealogy.
No doubt some will criticise you for "dragging out old dirty linen,"
"making a personal attack," "besmirching someone's reputation," or some
other such rubbish.
We hear a great deal about the alleged "Blue Wall of Silence" among
policemen and policewomen.
There often appears to be a "Velvet Wall of Silence" among professional
Genealogists.
I don't agree with them. We need candour in these matters.
Is Harry Wright Newman still living? If not, when did he pass on to his
eternal reward?
--
D. Spencer Hines
Lux et Veritas et Libertas
--
Earl of Westmoreland: "Oh that we now had here But one ten thousand of
those men in England That do no work today!"
King: "What's he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair
cousin. If we are marked to die, we are enow To do our country loss;
and if to live, The fewer men, the greater share of honour. God's will!
I pray thee wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my
cost; It earns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell
not in my desires. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most
offending soul alive.
No, faith my coz, wish not a man from England. God's peace! I would
not lose so great an honour. As one man more methinks would share from
me For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim
it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this
fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy
put into his purse; We would not die in that man's company That fears
his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the Feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day, and
comes safe home, Will stand a tiptoe when this day is named, And rouse
him at the name of Crispian. He that shall see this day, and live old
age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours And say 'Tomorrow is
Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, 'These wounds
I had on Crispin's day.' Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But
he'll remember, with advantages, What feats he did that day. Then shall
our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words --- Harry the King,
Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester --- Be
in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red. This story shall the good man
teach his son; and Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to
the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered. ---
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his
blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall
gentle his condition. And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think
themselves accursed they were not here; And hold their manhoods cheap
whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."
William Shakespeare [1564-1616] Henry V, Act IV, Scene 3, Lines 16-67.
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