JohnsonFamily2/19/24 - Person Sheet
JohnsonFamily2/19/24 - Person Sheet
NameThompson Philip Crowe 974,1299
Birth1812, Lubec, ME
Death28 May 1889, S.S.H., N Brighton, Richmond Co, NY
Burial30 May 1889, Sailors Snug Harbor
FatherEyre Evans Crowe (1773-1873)
MotherPenelope Ilsley (~1790-)
Birth11 Aug 1817, Avonport, King's Co, NS
Death7 Mar 1867, Halifax, Halifax, NS
FatherJames Lockhart (1791-1858)
Family ID868
Marriage1834, Kings Co, NS
ChildrenEyre Evans (1835->1895)
 Mary Elizabeth (1835-)
 Lydia Ann (1838-1933)
 Laleah Rebecca (1839-1897)
 Louisa Alceste (1849-1881)
 Lewis Morris Wilkins (1845-1914)
 Laura Isabella (1849-1918)
Notes for Thompson Philip Crowe
Listed as Capt. Thompson P. Crowe in 1851 census of Nova Scotia . He was a registered seaman, had 3 children in school, 7 in family and all were members of the Church of England.125

In the 1861 census, six were listed in the family.126 2 males, 4 females

Thompson was granted a Master’s Certificate of Service on 21 Aug, 1854 after 17 years of sevice as a Seaman Mate & Master1662

Thompson on crew list for a whaling voyage in 1884 1672

About great Nova Scotians,
I'm now agoing to write,
Some of them are politicians,
And others they can fight
Other places boast of their men, Why should we be alone ?
Let's write and sing of our great men and our beloved home
There was Bennet Smith and Churchill, And more I could tell.
They have turned out most noble ships , And they have finished well.
The Mailand men I’ll never forget. Their like was never known ,
For such a small population, The tonnage that they own.
Now amoungst our valiant heroes, There's two that I could name,
And whose names do stand recorded Upon the list of fame.
They found those Bluenose heroes At Lucknow and at Kars,
And there's many more amongst us,
Who don’t fear wounds or scars.
Now I will go to King's County, My mind cannot keep still
She raised a valiant officer,
That was called Sam Hill.
Then amongst their men of learning John Leard I’ll not forget,
He was taught in Dame Nature’s School And was her very pet.
A monument 's erected
For Parker and Welsford,
For they went through the Redan walls, I know you all have heard.
About our knights I shall not speak, But still their names I know,
Now I will go to Hants County,
My mind is running quick;
They raised that great clock pedlar Whom they all call Sam Slick.
But other great men have been raised amongst the working class.
If I should skip their great shipyards They’s say I was an ass.
He now commands Gibraltar, That poor blue-noseboy,
When I think of him on that great rock, My heart it leaps with joy,
They also raised Arthur Corbitt, That man they should appraise,
Employment he gave to working class And kept the place alive
That self-made man, with his great head. Many things about him said.
And kept the place from going down As I've been often told.
More recently, we find Delap Amongst the working class;
He added vigor to the town,
When the streets were green with grass
Now we will go to Cumberland,
A great man for to find;
I think among politicians

That they are not behind,
For we know they raised Charles Tupper,
Who most of us have seen;
He's respected in Great Britan
By our most gracious Queen.
His shipyard and his steam mill
Make work for many a man, The whole county reaps the benefit
Deny it if you can.
If by chance you call at Digby,
There you'll see the strand, When from New York the Loyalists On that same spot did land.
he built indeed the largest ship That ever sailed with sials,
She was called the 'Great Republic’, I nearly had forgot,
But-I thought of John J. Marshall And then I made to stop.
I made a stop, came to a stand,
And viewed the Couiities o'er,
When I found Stewart Campbell,
I many man good men more.
And there is Queen's and Lunenburg Where many good men dwell,
And the wild Atlantic rolls in a heavy swell; There’s the Mortons and the Kallbacks
And more that I could pen,
Whose names should be recorded
As enterprising men.
If you'll cross the Gut of Canse It’s but a pleasant run,
They’l tell you of McCaskell, Who lifted a gross ton.
But they have other great men, If not physically strong;
If you'll but try their intellect
You’ll find I'm not far wrong
There's Antigonish and Guysborough
And many other valiant men
Did from our country go
From Horton Bluff and Blomidon, Unto the Wilmot line,
You'll find the best of females, The men are also prime,
The South Mountain and the North They do the valley bound,
Even on the very mountains
The best of men are found.
I could go through all the provinces If l had but the tirne,
And I think in every cointy
Some good and great I'd find.
I have a fairish memory,
My mind might make a tour,
And mention just a few of them, While it is in my power
And their bullocks look like islands, When on the broad Grande Pre,
Their village they dot the plain, All o'er that fine county.
I'll go to old Annapolis,
Where iron horses run,
They raised Sir William Winniett, Who mighty deeds has done.
First I will speak of Halifax; You know I will not lie,
For they have raised one hero Whose name will never die.
I won't speak of the working class, For they put her in the shade,
They seem like ______ made.
I mean upon the Africa coast,
As Britons have us told,
For he stopped the human race
From being bought and sold.
They also raised 'General Williams, Who don't fear wounds or scars
For he marched into Russia,
And was at the siege of Kars.
They also raised a heroine
Her like was seldoin seen,
For she went through a house in flames When she was scarce thirteen,
But she lost her precious life, Her sister she did save,
A monument’s erected
To mark the darling’s grave.
If by chance you call at Digby, There you'll see the strand,
When from New York the Loyalists On that same spot did land.
My grandfather was amongst them My father then a boy,
With the British flag aflying,
Their hearts they leapt with joy. My grandfather was amongst them,
My father then a boy, With the British flags aflying,
Their hearts they leapt with joy.
At Yarmouth County we must call, As we are going around,
For in that ship-building county,
Good seamen there are found.
Now we will go to Colchester, To see what's to be seen.
They raised great Adams Archibald Who represents our Queen. They also raised Miss Annie Swann
A giantess, you know, She now resides in London town
And makes a monstrous show.
Who hoist our flag on every sea
As they the world go round,
And in most every harbor,
A Yarmouth ship is found.
Now we'll go to Shelburne County, And have a word to say,
They raised that great shipbuilder, Whom they call Don McKay,
Now if you'll but go to Pictou
Great Dawson there was found,
Who by his science and his skill Can analyze the ground,
And separate each particle
And name them out to you
Now he is just a sample
What Pietou men can do.
The following lines were composed by Capt. T. P. Crowe, on his first voyage round the world, in1833-41 in the ship "Herald" of New Bedford, on a whaling expedition.

King's county is my native place, I love her mountains' side,
And I have trouted in her brooks Down to the ocean's tide.
I also roamed about her plains,
And picked the berries blue,
With dog and gun, I’ve chased the fox And shot the partridge too.
And I have chased the mighty moose from morning’s sun til five.
And then I shot I him through the heart, As true as I’m alive.
What's past and gone I don't forget, When with my ma'rm and dad.
Those pleasures of my boyish days Since then I've never had.
With my brothers and my sisters too,
I played about the hearth,
And then I toddled off to school
To learn about the earth.
For to measure sea and land
Was not to me a task,
For to work a course and distance,
Was a pleasure I would ask;
The radius and the tangent,
The secant and the sign,
All came as easy unto me,
As three times three are nine. When I got navigation, My_________ I soon unfurled,
And the little stormy petrel
Is always handy by
In a calm, or gale of wind
We always see them nigh.
It was off the Falkland islands, Where we struck the first great whale And he stove a boat to pieces
With one blow of his tail.
The men they were all lucky, Only got slightly tossed.
Which plunged them in the water But not a life was lost.
I was in the first mate's boat,
He hove the fatal dart, That made the monster soon spout blood, It pierced him to the heart
The way we know when they are dead,
We always pierce the eye,
and then we tow them to the ship,
If she is laying by.
Between Cape Horn and the Good Hope
We often chased a whale,
for in the South Atlantic,
I did delight to sail.
And on the Indian ocean.
And up the Bengal Bay,
Although I say it of myself ,
I never went astray.
And on the coast of Chili,
As likewise off Peru,
There we took the sperm whale,
As whalers often do.
Yes, round the Sandwich Islands,
On the Isle of Owyhee,
Here's where we all went on shore,
And had a jolly spree.
The natives, they were kind to us,
Their girls they did prove true,
Like other tars, we treated them,
As seamen always do.
Then we steered for California
Upon a six months' cruise,
And that was the first and only time, Our honors were abused.
And was resolved to go to sea, and sail around the world.
I steered for New Bedford.
Where soon I heard the news
Of a ship, a going round the world Upon a whaling cruise
I went unto the owners,
And told them all my plans,
They said, we want a greenhorn
And you're the very inan.
Then soon I got my traps on board, With many more like me,
And soon a pilot came on board,
And took us out to sea.
Then we sailed to the southward,
And crossed the torrid zone,
It was then I often looked behind
And thought upon my home.
But when we dropped the polar star, To me it was a loss,
The sailors cried don't mind that Crowe We have the southern cross.
For we have the southern cross
And the Magellan clouds,
And the Ship and other stars
They all cried out aloud.
The birds, and fish, are different
From those we left behind,
The albatross and penguin
Are of the largest kind.
For attacked with scurvy,
Our whale-boats there we launched
And soon got fresh provisions,
From off a Spanish ranche,
To our boats they did pursue us,
But in them we were expert,
and all arrived safe on board,
Not even one was hurt.
Between St Paul's and Hobart Town, thirty four, we whaled, But often by Van Dieman's Land.
Since then I've had to sail.
We crossed the kind Pacific,
from Melbourne to Cape Horn,
And doubled round that rugged cap, Yes, in a bitter storm.
We left behind the starry Ship,
And the Magellan clouds.
It was then for North America!
We all cried out aloud.
Then we steered to the northward, And left the southern cross, Resolved to make the Polar Star, Before the line we crossed.
Now look out for the Polar Star,
Our captain he did say,
I think by the sun's altitude,
We'll cross the line to day.
The grog is mine you sleepy dogs,
A sailor loud did cry,
For I can see the polar star,
About a handspike high.
Then we stood to the Northward
To make our frozen coast,
There we will see our girls and boys And drink to them a toast.
The toast that we drank to them
As we tipped off the wine,
We hope that we may meet with you, At in some southern clime
Annapolis, July, 22nd 1876
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