On my way to visit friends yesterday in western Massachusetts, I passed through the rural town of Hadley and was reminded of one of my favorite New England legends. As I drove by the town common, I decided to stop and linger there for a bit, something I haven’t done in maybe 15 years. Hadley’s common is enormous–a long corridor of open land on which was once situated the original walled settlement, established in 1659.
In 1675, King Philip’s War raged throughout the New England colonies. It was a brutal and horribly bloody conflict between English settlers and various groups of Native Americans. At the time, villages like Hadley and Deerfield were out on the far-flung fringe of English settlement…easy targets for attack by the Native Americans.
According to legend, such an attack struck Hadley in September of 1675 while the inhabitants were at worship. When the alarm was raised, men grabbed their weapons and ran out to meet the attack. Completely disorganized, confused and afraid, many of them unarmed, the settlers of Hadley were in no way prepared to defend themselves. The utter annihilation of the town seemed imminent.
Suddenly, in the midst of this chaos appeared an elderly man carrying an old sword. No one had seen him before. He seemed out of place, quite different than the rest of the settlers. His bearing was distinctly military. He coolly placed himself in command, rallied the settlers, and quickly instructed them as to how they should fight. The attack was repulsed. As soon as the conflict had ended, the mysterious stranger disappeared, leaving many to wonder if he had been an angel from God.
The story was first documented by Thomas Hutchinson, then Lt. Governor of Massachusetts, in his 1764 History of Massachusetts. Hutchinson identifies the mysterious hero as General William Goffe, a key figure in the English Civil War and one of the Regicides.
William Goffe was born about 1605, became a zealous Puritan and follower of Oliver Cromwell who apparently held him in high esteem. When the English Civil War broke out in 1645, Goffe became a captain in a Parliamentarian regiment, battling against the Royalist forces loyal to King Charles I. In 1649, the victorious followers of Cromwell, having failed to convince King Charles to accept a constitutional monarchy, decided that they really didn’t need a King at all. Barring any Royalists from Parliament, the Cromwellians established the High Court of Justice to try King Charles and sentenced him to death. 59 members of Parliament signed the death warrant. William Goffe was the 14th man to sign. His father-in-law, Edward Whalley, an influential and close ally of Cromwell, was the fourth to sign, just after Cromwell himself. These officials who signed the death warrant became known as the Regicides.
Charles was, of course, beheaded. Royalists renewed Civil War after Charles’s death, led by his son, the future Charles II, seeking to oust Cromwell. During this phase of the war, Goffe led regiments as a colonel at the Battle of Dunbar and the Battle of Worcester. Shortly after the war, Goffe would be appointed major general. The Royalists were finally defeated in 1651 and Cromwell’s Protectorate was established in 1653.
It wasn’t to last. Cromwell died in 1658 and his Protectorate crumbled away. Royalists reclaimed Parliament and Charles II was declared King as though the entire Interregnum had never happened. Once on the throne, one of Charles II’s foremost priorities was to avenge his father and hunt down the Regicides.
Edward Whalley and William Goffe wisely fled England in 1661, taking refuge in Boston. But the King’s men were on their trail, so they soon moved on to New Haven. They spent three years moving from place to place in Connecticut, for a time hiding out at a rocky outcropping outside New Haven now known as Judges’ Cave. Making their way northward up the Connecticut River to places more and more remote, the two Regicides finally landed in Hadley, Massachusetts and were secretly sheltered by Reverend John Russell.
This much of the story is documented and generally accepted as true. And that much alone is quite a story. Interesting to contemplate these high-ranking members of Parliament and battle-hardened army officers hiding out in the wilds of the Pioneer Valley. But what happened to the Regicides after they took refuge in Hadley is unclear. It is believed they spent 10 years sheltered by Reverend Russell. It must have been a dull existence. Whalley probably died around 1674 and may be buried in Hadley. What happened to General Goffe after that point is anybody’s guess. It is theoretically possible that he was still in Hadley in 1675 and could have stepped forward, aged 70, to become the famed “Angel of Hadley.”
The major proponent of this legend was Rev. Ezra Stiles, president of Yale, who in 1794 wrote A History of Three of the Judges of Charles I. The story of a soldier who had helped bring down a King and then came to the aid of pioneers in America resounded with readers after the American Revolution. The tale took on a life of its own and eventually inspired James Fenimore Cooper, Nathaniel Hawthorne and Sir Walter Scott to write their own versions of the story.
But there are some serious problems with the legend. In the late nineteenth century, historian George Sheldon wrote a paper ripping the legend to pieces. Sheldon argues that there is no evidence that Hadley was attacked at all during King Phillip’s War and that no one, at the time of King Philip’s War, ever wrote of this “Angel.” So much for a good story…
However…the debate isn’t quite finished. In Mysteries and Legends of New England (2009), historian Diana Ross McCain offers a great historiographical analysis of the whole “Angel of Hadley” legend and points out that more recent historians are challenging Sheldon’s interpretation of things. Douglas Wilson, for one, puts forth an argument that an attack on Hadley actually did happen and quotes a description of such an attack in Increase Mather’s 1676 history of King Philip’s War.
Still no primary source account of a white-haired angel. But if there was an attack on Hadley in 1675 as Mather describes, and if Goffe was still residing in Russell’s house…well, then perhaps there is something to this after all…
[Sources: Diana Ross McCain, Mysteries and Legends of New England (2009), 29-40; Douglas Wilson, “Web of Secrecy: Goffe, Whalley and the Legend of Hadley” in Cultivating a Past: Essay on the History of Hadley, Massachusetts (2009), 91-121; George Sheldon, Introduction to A History of Hadley (1905); Thomas Hutchinson, The History of Massachusetts (1764), 199-201.]
September 5th, 2011 at 5:48 pm
Back in the day, I used to live in Hadley. My place was just down the road from this marker– between it and the Rt. 9 & 47 intersection. I came across the marker in my wanderings and it left me to wonder. Naturally, I came across the story of the Angel of Hadley myself, and have long loved it.
Fantastic. The more romantic side of me loves the prospect that the story may not be piffle after all.
September 5th, 2011 at 7:46 pm
Didn’t know you lived in Hadley. I, too, very much like the idea that this might not be entirely myth.
September 6th, 2011 at 7:07 am
Indeed, sir. January of 1990 until around 1991 or 1992. Great old farmhouse we named “Purgatory.” It very much resembled the ‘haunted house’ looking abandoned place down near the river on the common, near the site of the old Hadley stockade. Actually, I really dug that house too, before it got all renovated and such.
Ever seen the Hadley Farm Museum?
Rumor has it that some of the stranger implements there inspired H. P. Lovecraft on a visit he made. ((shrug))
Just a rumor, but another one I’m fond of.
September 6th, 2011 at 11:00 am
Yes, I was in the Hadley Farm Museum ages ago. I remember being bothered that they had the original weathervane from the UMass Old Chapel (or maybe it was the Drill Hall). I think the Old Chapel weathervane has since been replicated during the exterior restoration. Anyway, that’s eerie about Lovecraft.
January 1st, 2013 at 8:29 am
I am a direct descendant of General William Goffe and I believe the story of the Angel of Hadley to be true. William Goffe’s family were given land in Ireland by Cromwell’s son where they were to remain. William Goffe died in America.
January 1st, 2013 at 6:51 pm
That is a remarkable person to have in your ancestry! I believe there is a very good chance the story is true. And it is certainly documented that Goffe was in Hadley. I suspect he probably lived out the remainder of his days there.
Thanks for reading.
July 25th, 2014 at 6:53 pm
I am a descendant of Major General Edward Whalley. My mothers maiden name is Whalley. I was told about Edward by my mothers uncle Harry Whalley who is now in his late 80’s. I actually have a similar face to Edward which is a bit weird. Maybe one day I will visit from the UK and see judges cave for myself. I find the whole story of the recicides fascinating!
July 25th, 2014 at 8:38 pm
Thanks for reading. I hope you do someday visit the Judges Cave and Hadley. Whalley may be buried there.
April 12th, 2015 at 9:31 pm
Hello, im very ammused by this story. I had a direct relative in Hadley in that time period, though not involved in the story (Nathaniel Dickinson) but id like to see more info released.
June 23rd, 2015 at 8:35 pm
I created a website for West Rock Ridge State Park in Hamden and New Haven, Conn., which is the location of Judges Cave, a glacial erratic where Edward Whalley and William Goffe hid from agents of King Charles II before later finding refuge in Hadley. I have compiled an extensive (and growing) collection of links for the judges/regicides, including the Angel of Hadley story. The regicides page may be found at http://westrocktrails.blogspot.com/p/on-trail-of-regicides.html
June 24th, 2015 at 6:55 am
A very informative site, Tom. Thank you. I look forward to reading more of it.
April 15th, 2017 at 9:37 am
Throughly enjoyable piece. I have lived in the area all of my life and never knew there was a connection to the recoded in my own back yard. Very cool.
April 15th, 2017 at 10:12 am
Glad you enjoyed it, Phil. Thanks for reading.