On a June night in 1777, Gen. Alexander Scammell poured out his heart in a letter to Abigail Bishop of Mistic, Mass. He had marched to Fort Ticonderoga, where the Continental Army hoped to fend off a British attack. He told her he was concerned about the sufferings of his men, he disliked court-martial duties and he longed to marry her.
For four long years, Alexander Scammell pleaded with Abigail Bishop to marry him. He was a battlefield hero, a rising star in the Continental Army and a favorite of George Washington. The thought of his possible future happiness with her sustained him through the hardship and fatigue of war.
Abigail Bishop refused to marry him until he left the army. She led a life of privilege in Mistic (now Medford), where her parents hosted Washington, John Adams and John Quincy Adams. At times she raised his hopes. At others, she dashed them.
Abigail and Alexander
Abigail Bishop was born Oct. 5, 1753 in Mistic (now Medford), Mass., the daughter of John and Abigail Tufts Bishop. Her mother was an intimate friend of John Adams’ wife, her cousin Abigail. The Bishops lived in a big house on High Street, where Alexander Scammell probably met Miss ‘Naby’ while visiting her parents.
Alexander Scammell was handsome, dashing, tall for his era at 6’2” and unusually likable. He was a member of George Washington’s inner circle, one of the few who could make him laugh with his stories and jokes.
He was born March 27, 1747 in Mendon, now Milford, Mass., the son of a doctor and his wife who had emigrated from England. Alexander Scammell graduated from Harvard, taught school in Plymouth and Kingston, Mass., then did some surveying in New Hampshire and Maine, where he became a proprietor of the town of Shapleigh.
He then studied law under John Sullivan in Durham, N.H., joining him in the raid on Fort William and Mary in 1774. During the raid, Alexander Scammell hauled down the British flag flying over the fort, the first patriot to do so.
Alexander Scammell Goes to War
When Alexander Scammell heard about the Battles of Lexington and Concord, he joined the New Hampshire Regiment, part of Sullivan’s brigade, as a major. It was probably during the Siege of Boston that he met Abigail Bishop.
After the British evacuated Boston in March 1776, Alexander Scammell’s regiment was ordered to provide reinforcements during the invasion of Canada. He sailed up the Hudson River to Albany and proceeded to Fort St. Johns. There he viewed the forts and fields where patriots had been killed.
Everything was in confusion after the disastrous campaign, the cold was disagreeable and mosquitos drove him to distraction.
Abigail sent him a letter, a ‘dear epistle’ that gave him ‘a new flow of spirits’ though she accused him of insincerity. On June 2, 1776, he wrote back to her:
Tis cruel, my dearest, tis cruel to ever think I am insincere You wrong me to entertain the least Suspicion of that kind…I expect a warm Summer. But console myself with the Hopes of being so happy as to see you next Winter, which will richly make amends for the greatest Fatigues. I conjure you by the ties of Love and Friendship not to call it flattery, for I solemnly protest I am incapable of using the least Dissimulation with the person that lies nearest my heart.
Alexander Scammell was ordered to return to Fort Ticonderoga, where the Continental Army had staged the failed invasion. He arrived on May 20, 1776, after a severe, 100-mile march on foot, ‘through the woods in an excessive miry Road, wet, rainy weather accompanied with Snow and Hail.’
He was consumed with court-martial duties, which he found disagreeable, and didn’t find time to write to Abigail Bishop until June 8, 1776.
He told her how much he wanted to marry her, but he couldn’t leave the army:
Tho I should much rather be able to retire to enjoy the sweets of Liberty and domestick happiness, but more especially the pleasing Charms of your dear Company. But so long as my Country demands my utmost Exertions, I must devote myself entirly to it’s Service
Then he got mushy:
The tender moments which we have spent together still, and ever will, remain fresh in my memory—You are ever present in my enraptur’d heart—& a mutual return of Affection from you, I find more and more necessary to my Happiness—cherish the Love my dearest Nabby, which you have so generously professed for me—Altho I am far distant from you, still remember that I am your constant, and most affectionate admirerer.
As always, he begged her to write.
By August Alexander Scammell was assigned aide-de-camp to Sullivan, and in September sent to New York to join Washington’s forces. Washington was facing a series of defeats that would force the army to flee to New Jersey
Scammell hadn’t heard from Abigail since he left Ticonderoga. On Oct. 29, 1776, he dashed off a quick note to her:
I have not had the Happiness of hearing from you since I left Ticonteroga. Nor had Opporunity to write to you since. My Passion flatters me that you have had no Opportunity of writing. I long for the happy moment when I can press you to my Heart. … My dear Girl write to me every Opportunity. A Letter from you would soften the Fatigues of War.
Alexander Scammell remained with Washington as the British chased the shrinking American army through New Jersey. On Christmas night, Alexander Scammell crossed the Delaware in Washington’s boat before the morale-boosting victory of the Battle of Trenton. A week later, he distinguished himself at the Battle of Princeton.
Alexander Scammell saw the American forces being badly beaten and, in a daring move, rode to the fore to lead a charge against the enemy. Washington rode up moments later. They rallied the troops in what turned into a striking victory that put British forces on the defensive.
In early 1777, Alexander Scammell revived his romance with his dear Nabby by paying her several visits. On March 22, 1777, he followed up the visit with a love letter from Exeter, N.H. He was by then a colonel, raising a regiment in New Hampshire for the defense of Ticonderoga, which British General Burgoyne was expected to attack.
In his letter, Alexander Scammell begged her to change her mind and support her country by marrying him before he left for Ticonderoga. If she consented, he wrote, he would fly to her ‘on the wings of Love’ and they could enjoy nuptial bliss for a week or so before he took the field.
…as to myself I ever feel dejected when I am going from you…I cant feel happy when absent from my dearest Nabby. Heaven has certainly destined us for each other, else why should we be permitted to carry our mutual Affection to so a great a length. But cruel Fate, and a more cruel War has thrown an Obstacle in your way, but hope you will surmount it…pray consider the almost infinite Importance it is to me to call you my own before i march to Ticonteroga, how happy it will make me…consider me my lovely Girl, and enter into a noble Resolution to give your hand to the man, who loves you almost Adoration, before he takes the field to oppose our tyrannical foes, consider how many young Ladies have immortalized their Characters by encouraging their Lovers to defend their Country
Nabby didn’t consent, and the war turned for the worse at Ticonderoga. The British recaptured the fort in July 1777 and Alexander Scammell evacuated with his regiment. Two months later he was involved in some of the heaviest fighting of the war at the Battles of Saratoga.
The fall of 1777 was the last he heard from his love object. He spent the bitter winter of 1777-78 with Washington at Valley Forge, where he was appointed adjutant general of the Continental Army. He hoped for leave to visit Nabby in Medford, but his duties prevented him.
On June 28, 1778, Alexander Scammell distinguished himself once again in battle – this time at Monmouth. The British were evacuating Philadelphia, and Washington ordered Gen. Charles Lee to attack. Lee refused.
Washington and Scammell took command, rallied the troops and held the field. Washington said, ‘the man who inspired us to do our full duty was Alexander Scammell.’ He then ordered Scammell to arrest Lee.
Scammell’s battlefield exploits went unrewarded by Nabby Bishop. He wrote to her on Nov. 2nd, 1778, from Camp Fredericksburgh (now Pawling) in New York:
I am at a Loss how to address you, whether as the same intimate dear friend as formerly, or as one who has contracted an intimate acquaintance with some gentleman more deserving of your good Opinion than I am.
He hoped she was still disengaged, and,
…’that I may be so fortunate as to deserve your hand as a reward for all the Hardships, & Fatigues I have undergone in the service of my Country.
He implored her to tell him if she was engaged to someone else.
She didn’t write back.
On the day after Christmas in 1778, Alexander Scammell wrote to Abigail Bishop from Camp Middlebook in what is now Somerville, N.J. He was low in spirits. Though she hadn’t written him, a clear signal of her disinterest, he asked her one more time to marry him:
I have wrote you so many Letters without having the pleasure of receiving a single answer, that I am much at a Loss how to address you in that way which would be most agreable to you. I wrote you in my last that I entertain’d hopes of coming to Mistick this Winter.
If only she would agree to marry him, he could get leave from Washington. And, he pointed out, neither of them were getting any younger:
The Duty of my Office is so great & of such a Nature, that I am apprehensive indeed am well assur’d that His Excellency will not grant me the Indulgence, unless you would generously surmount the suppos’d difficulties which you think lay in your way and condescend to give me your Hand as soon as I arri’vd, in that Case the Genl is possessed of so much Delicacy & generosity that I am sure he would give me Leave of absence. i hear you are still disengag’d. & that I have grounds to hope. …We both my dear girl are advancing in Years, and grow older every Day–The many hapy Couples we daily see, the Assertions of those already married, our own Feelings, nay our Duty to Society convince us the married State is the most happy, the most eligible, & that we cannot be completely contented till we arrive at that State. The longer we remain single, the greater difficulties will arise in our minds. The War which seemed the principal Objection in your mind the last happy moments I was with you is nearly closed. … If the most tender Love, try’d Affections can make you Happy; Im sure no person can contribute more to it, than I can…You are possest of those tender delicate Sensations which will induce you not to treat with cruelty or neglect, a person so totally absorb’d & devoted to you. I know you have a generous Soul. I conjure you by all the tender moments we have spent together to write me an answer to this I must urge & insist upon it. …From my long Connection with you, & the vast Number of Letters I have wrote you I think in justice you ought to send me an answer, & that I have a right to request one. I must again entreat you to write the first opportunity to
Your Alexander Scammel
He had almost given up by the following spring. In April 1779, there was a lull in the fighting. Adjutant General Alexander Scammell wrote to his friend Col. Nathaniel Peabody: “I fear that the war will doom me to old bachelorism—however, content myself with this consideration, that there is enough of the breed already, though this consideration don’t (sic) fully correspond with my feelings on the OPENING of Spring.”
On April 13, 1779, he wrote to Nabby’s father from Camp Middle Brook, begging leave to trouble him with a letter. His ‘fixed determination,’ he wrote,
…has been ever since hostilities commenc’d to continuein the army so long as my bleeding country demanded my services, and to prefer my Country’s good to every self-interested consideration. Had it been possible to have shaken my resolution I should have quitted the service on that account — As I then thought and still think that my happiness in a great measure depends on a Connection with her…I told her I should be willing she should form a connection with any Gentleman, with whom she suppos’d she might live more happy than with me, as I regarded her happiness equably with my own–But should still entertain hopes so long as she remain’d single and disengag’d….
He was concerned, he wrote, that the Bishops thought he was ignoring their daughter because he didn’t visit. But, he explained the duties of adjutant general were so great that George Washington wouldn’t give him leave. And he made one last, desperate attempt to win Abigail Bishop:
Your former Goodness and Generosity imboldens me to ask your and Mrs Bishop’s consent to marry Miss Naby, without being oblig’d to leave the army, provided she is willing. At the same time could wish you would not mention to her that I have wrote this Letter to you, as I have not previously obtain’d her consent to make this proposal, besides it might wound her delicacy, if she knew I had wrote you on the subject, and so frankly opened the State of our Courtship
On July 15, 1780, Scammell was at Washington’s headquarters in Preakness, the Dey mansion in Wayne, N. J. Washington was preparing for the Siege of Yorktown, and Abigail Bishop had clearly rejected Alexander Scammell’s marriage proposal. He wrote to her father, thanking him:
I once fondly hop’d for a Connection in your Family, and that I should before this had the honor of addressing you in a more respectful manner. My hope has now vanish’d, and I am oblig’d to give up my long expected happiness. But altho’ I never expect to stand in a nearer Relation to you than at present, yet my gratitude will never be diminished. I sincerely hope that your daughter will bestow her hand on some worthy, agreable gentleman, who will render her Life perfectly happy, and give you and your Lady the utmost Satisfaction.
In May 1781, Alexander Scammell was assigned command of a light infantry, the vanguard for the army’s march to Yorktown. On Sept. 30, 1781, he was scouting fortifications that the British had recently abandoned. He came upon a British cavalry patrol who he thought were Americans.
When he realized his mistake he surrendered, but another cavalryman came up behind him and shot him in the back. The British paroled the wounded prisoner to a hospital in Williamsburg. Alexander Scammell died there on Oct. 6, 1781.
Abigail Bishop married Dr. Archelaus Putnam of Danvers, Mass., on Nov. 12, 1786. He was 46, she was 33. Abigail Adams’ sister, Elizabeth Smith Shaw, wrote a letter to her niece suggesting Nabby Bishop married for money rather than love.
“Cupid I fancy got fast asleep in his Mothers Lap, and old Plutus, has yoked the dove,” she wrote to Abigail Adams Smith on Nov. 27, 1786.
Abigail Bishop Putnam had one daughter and one son who survived childhood. Archelaus Putnam died on April 14, 1800. She died in Medford on Dec 17, 1807. Her mother outlived her.