This story is adapted from the Reminiscences of Joseph Smith and Reminiscences of a Newburyport Nonagenarian, and brings together no less than four incredible old tales.

Jane Hooper was in 1760 a Newburyport “school dame” but after she lost that job she found fame as a fortune teller and became known in our area as “Madam Hooper, the Witch.” The Madam had very bright grey eyes, and seemed to look through people. Her teeth were double all around, giving her chin a puffy look. Her wardrobe was extravagant — silks and satins beyond price. These antique garments were calculated to inspire credulous people with the awe which she coveted. Children ran at her approach and their elders, fearing the evil eye, were lavish in courtesy. The queerest thing of all was a jet black hen with a clipped bill which was her “familiar” and constant companion. The fowl inspired people with awe as if it were the devil incarnated.

When the Madame made her yearly visit to Ipswich, the young and the old called on her to learn of their fates. She always made her headquarters at the “Old Brick,” a house built by the esteemed Francis Wainwright at the top of North Main Street, approximately where the Ipswich Inn is now.

Francis Wainwright arrived from England in 1630 and moved to Ipswich around 1637. He was among the first to volunteer in the Pequot War against the Indians, and distinguished himself for personal bravery. He was young and vigorous, firing his musket until his powder and shot were spent, then beating off the enemy with the stock of his gun. For his services in this war Francis Wainwright received a land grant from the town of Ipswich. He became a prominent merchant, and was the beneficiary of his wife’s inherited estate.

The Treadwell – Wainwright house that sits on that location was built by his son John Wainwright. John Wainwright maintained several trusts, was Representative to the General Court in 1696 and 1698, and Justice of the Sessions Court until the year before his death at age 60 in 1708.

Madame Hooper knew that superstitious people thought the cellar of the house was haunted by the ghost of Francis Wainwright, whose widely anticipated wedding to his second wife had instead become his funeral. The honorable gentleman took ill and died suddenly on a hot August day in 1711, a few days before the wedding. So that the body might be kept until the invited guests arrived, the coffin was carried into the cellar.

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Inscription on the stone of Francis Wainwright, recorded by Arthur Wesley Dow

His demise was a complete and surprising disappointment to the stately guests who arrived from far and wide only to find him laid out in his wedding clothes beside the bride’s attire, but no bride and no wedding.

Great provision had been made for their entertainment, and so it was with mixed emotions that they stayed on. Francis Wainwright was laid in a new tomb recently of his making, and his dead first wife was taken out of another and laid with him. At the funeral, the intended bride Betty Hirst became instead the Principal Mourner for the crowd assembled.

But back to the story of Madame Hooper:

One day a company of boys and girls in their teens went to inquire of their fates. Joseph Smith, a frolicsome youth recently employed as a journeyman sailor, was of the number. She speedily turned him to a profound silence by a piercing look of her cat-like grey eyes.Standing before Joseph she said, “You’ll go to sea — you’ll encounter a seven- day gale of wind — a great gale — but don’t you be afeard, for not one soul will be lost !” True enough, a few weeks later, off the Highlands of Halifax (Cape Cod), he encountered the predicted gale on September 23, 1815, now known as the Hurricane of 1815.

The vessel was “hove to” seven days and seven nights. The sailors were filled with fears and prayers, but Joseph said later, “I put all my trust in Witch Hooper’s words, and I didn’t have a mite of fear.” Joseph Smith lived to the age of 98 and died in 1881. He is buried at the Old North Burial Ground.

Hurricane of 1815, which came ashore in Providence.

Madame Hooper became the frequent adviser of “Lord Timothy Dexter” the extremely rich and equally insane character from Newburyport. (He, by the way, was once arrested and thrown in the Ipswich Jail  for shooting at a person he observed looking at his house, which was surrounded by dozens of statues of himself.  Lord Dexter eventually purchased his freedom from Ipswich Jail at a cost that was said to be thousand of dollars.)

What of Madam Hooper?

Madam Hooper lived to an advanced age and died in poverty, unnoticed and unmourned but not unremembered. Her name became a household word which was handed down through the generations. After her death the Madam’s followers turned for guidance from clairvoyant Moll Pitcher of Marblehead. Moll Pitcher’s seeming ability to predict the future is documented. Others claimed she was a witch. It was said she could curdle milk directly from the cow and turn it into blue wool. Every odd occurrence seemed to be attributed to old Moll. Ships appeared and were immediately wrecked, then vanished into thin air. Dead men walked on water. The wind could name those sailors who would never return. She caused a man to be chased by a corpse while still in its coffin! Her reputation extended to Amesbury where a man was observed walking the road carrying his head under his arm, somehow all attributed to Moll Pitcher.

The witch Moll Pitcher of Marblehead

Some claim Moll Pitcher’s reputation led to her death at the hands of fellow citizens, but all we know is that she died at the age of 74 on April 9, 1813. The home where she lived still stands in Marblehead. She is the subject of a 900-line poem by John Greenleaf Whittier. Her tombstone has an epitaph from Whittier’s poem:

“Even she, our own weird heroine,
Sole Pythoness of ancient Lynn,
Sleeps calmly where the living laid her;
And the wide realm of sorcery,
Left, by its latest mistress, free,
Hath found no gray and skilled invader.”

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