George W. Bungay

Short Name: George W. Bungay
Full Name: Bungay, George W. (George Washington), 1818-1892
Birth Year: 1818
Death Year: 1892

Born: July 22, 1818, Walsham le Willows, Suffolk, England. Died: July 10, 1892, Bloomfield, New Jersey.

Bungay moved to America at age nine. As a young man, he married Louise Whitney of New York City, with whom he had five children. After her death, he taught school in Canada, later moved to Buffalo, New York, then founded the Independent newspaper in Ilion, New York. When the paper moved to Utica, New York, it was renamed the Central Independent. Bungay also wrote for New York Tribune under Horace Greeley, and edited the weekly journal Metropolitan. In 1849, Bungay married Cath­er­ine Her­ki­mer, and had three children with her.

Bungay was a well known lecturer, poet, abolitionist, and temperance advocate. He worked in the New York custom house (1873-87). His works include:

Offhand Takings, or Crayon Sketches (New York: 1854)
Traits of Representative Men, 1882
Pen Portraits of Illustrious Abstainers (National Temperance Society, 1884)
The Creeds of the Bells
The Poets of Queen Elizabeth’s Time

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Texts by George W. Bungay (27)sort descendingAsAuthority LanguagesInstances
As the full moon with silver flameGeorge W. Bungay (Author)
Bands of Hope are sailingGeorge W. Bungay (Author)
Bless God for rain, the good man saidGeorge W. Bungay (Author)
Come to the Sabbath School (Graley)G W. Bungay (Author)
God bless our rock bound coastGeorge W. Bungay (Author)
Hail, or rain, or wind, or snowB. (Author)
Happy, happy days of childhoodG. W. Bungay (Author)
How radiant now the evening skiesGeo. W. Bungay (Author)
How sweet when daylight closes, when sinks the fading sunG. W. Bungay (Author)
Hurrah, hurrah, to the woods we goGeorge W. Bungay (Author)
I offer thee this heart of mineGeorge W. Bungay (Author)
In the graveyard softly sleepingG. W. Bungay (Author)
Kind Shepherd, lead me o'er the plainGeo. W. Bungay (Author)
Like gleams of light, from the stars at nightGeorge W. Bungay (Author)
Like rivers swift flowing toward the deep oceanG. W. Bungay (Author)
Now we can bid our books farewellG. W. Bungay (Author)
Out in the street with naked feetGeorge W. Bungay (Author)
Rally round the temperance bannerGeorge W. Bungay (Author)
Sabbath bells are ringing, ringingG. W. Bungay (Author)
Sabbath day of childhood's yearsGeo. W. Bungay (Author)
Some vain children tryGeorge W. Bungay (Author)
Spring buds sweet are bloomingGeorge W. Bungay (Author)
Teacher, watch the little feetGeorge W. Bungay (Author)
The prohibition train is freeGeorge W. Bungay (Author)
There, sheltered from the wolves and coldGeorge W. Bungay (Author)
Those sacred bells, those sacred bellsG. W. Bungay (Author)
Wild bids now are singingG. W. Bungay (Author)

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