Born: Ju­ly 11, 1842, Rond­out, New York (merged with King­ston, New York, in 1872).

Died: June 7, 1911, Te­na­fly, New Jer­sey.

Buried: Mont­re­pose Ce­me­te­ry, King­ston, New York.


Henry was the son of Ste­phen Ab­bey and Car­ol­ine Vail, and husband of Ma­ry Lou­ise Du­bois (mar­ried De­cem­ber 26, 1865). He was al­so a great-grand­son of Lu­cy Knox, who was said to be a di­rect des­cend­ant of Scotch re­form­er John Knox.

Known as a writ­er and po­et, Hen­ry was edu­cat­ed at the King­ston Aca­de­my; the Head­ing Aca­de­my, Greene Coun­ty, New York; the De­la­ware Li­ter­ary In­sti­tute, Del­hi, New York; and the Hud­son River In­sti­tute, Co­lum­bia Coun­ty, New York.

A mem­ber of the Fair Street Re­formed Church, he served as as­sist­ant ed­it­or of the Rond­out Cou­ri­er; ed­it­or of the Or­ange Spec­ta­tor, Or­ange, New Jer­sey; a bank tell­er and mer­chant; mem­ber of the King­ston Board of Health; and di­rect­or, vice pre­si­dent and pre­si­dent of the State of New York Na­tion­al Bank of King­ston. He be­longed to the Au­thors Club, and was a life mem­ber of New York Shakes­peare So­cie­ty.

Abbey wrote a long po­em about the 20th New York State Mi­li­tia, and read it at the Get­tys­burg Bat­tle­field, Penn­syl­van­ia, mo­nu­ment de­di­ca­tion in 1888.



The Message of the Three Men

The night came on, and unto sleep we gave
Our spirits. When the golden day was born
Veera awoke, and told me all her dream;
Lo, in the night three men have talked with me—
Three strange good men who said the kindest words,
And said that only those who were released
From sin, could find the garden of the Lord.
And this release was bought upon a cross
By One, a Nazarene, with priceless blood.
If He would bear our sins, then we might reach
The garden; but we must not touch or eat
The tree of life that flourished in the midst.

Then I abased my soul, and prayed again,
And cast off all the burden of my sins,
Tearing my strange ambition from my heart.
And Veera, too, embraced the Christian Faith.
So we arose, and went upon our way,
And journeying eastward, Eden found at last!

Henry L. Abbey
Stories in Verse, 1869